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Chapter Sixteen: Lover

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Smut and fluff, Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter

You were both driving down the road a couple hours in with your hand down Natasha’s yoga pants playing with her clit.

“Y/N.” She whimpered.

She was drenched and your fingers were covered in her goo.

Every now and then right before she’d cum you’d bring them in your mouth.

“Hmm you’re sooo delicious.” You’d smirk.

“Can you please pull over? Please daddy?”

“You know we can't, someone will catch us.”

“It won’t take me long, I just need you deep inside of me.” She husked near your ear.

You smirked and she reached over palming your hard on.

“Or I can maybe go down on you for a bit?” Natasha smirked, biting her lip.

“Hmm, no too dangerous.”

She unzipped your jeans pulling your cock out from your briefs. “Hmmm.”

“Baby- oh fuck!” You swerved a bit as she began to bob her head.

You slowed down a bit using one hand to go beneath her yoga pants and finger fuck her just to sedate her a bit.

You looked at the GPS. You still had another hour and a half.

“Shiiiit.” You sighed feeling her tongue licking you up in all the right places.

“I can’t wait until we’re there. I'm gonna ride you like never before.”

“Oh fuck.” You groan, feeling yourself cuming already.

You see an empty scenic view and pull over. Yanking her in the back seat, pulling her yoga pants down, and bending her over. You enter her and start thrusting.

“Yessss fuck yess finally! I knew I’d convince you.”

“Yeah you always get what you want.”

“Hmhm and I want this dick baby. So fucking bad.”

“Shit!” You slap her ass and she pushes you back so she can sit on you.

“Fuuuuuuck. Yesss.” She hugged the seat in front of her and began to slam her ass down over and over again and again.

“Oh fuck Natasha I’m gonna cum baby if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum!”

She smirked and repeated that motion again and again. Until she slammed down one last time wiggling on you back and forth until you were both hitting that sweet high..

“Oh fuck.” you panted melting against the backseat watching how she lifted herself up and let your cum fall against your cock. She scooted over getting in her knees making sure to swallow every last bit of your honey.

“Fuck, you are just so sexy I could keep going forever.” You pant.

“Hmm, save it for the cabin, come on baby.” She smirked, hopping out of the truck. “We need another picture in front of this view!”

“Whatever you want.” You mumble pulling your pants up.

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“Wow.” You say driving up to the cabin you thought would be a quaint little spot in the woods.

“Whoa.”

It was a massive cabin overlooking the sea and the woods.

“It’s beautiful.” Natasha said, stepping out of the truck leaning against you.

You both made your way up the stairs to the door opening it revealing a very modern cabin.

“Wow.” You said again looking around. “Umm, I’ll grab the things.”

“I can help.”

“Nah Nat you get comfortable, look around, relax.“

“I’m not letting you unload all of that by yourself. Now come on.” She glared, leading you outside.

You began unloading the truck letting her take in the suitcases and you grabbed the coolers.

“Are these all mine?” She smirked, coming back out to see her gifts in a neat pile.

“Yes.” You grinned.

She smirked taking those inside. Realizing you won’t need the wood you left it inside the bed and trailed after her.

You both put everything away when you finally came together holding one another as you looked around.

“What should we do now?” Natasha kinked her brow wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Well I was thinking of a hike and dinner later?”

“Did you say hike?” Natasha’s brows furrow.

“Yes.” You chuckled. “Tony mentioned it’s really close to the cabin and the view is breathtaking.”

“What happened to ripping my clothes off and taking my breath away between the sheets?” She smirked.

“Oh I still plan on that.” You smirk. “Come on, I promise you won’t regret it.”

She kisses you softly and nods. “Okay baby let’s go.”

“Before we do I got you this for the hike.”

Natasha grinned, taking one of her presents, opening it on the sofa. “Trying to keep me warm so I don’t take your hoodie again?” She smirks, taking out a Patagonia jacket and a beanie.

“You can always wear my hoodies.” You laugh.

“Thank you, I love it. It’s my favorite color too.” She pecks your cheek.

You throw on your hiking boots, and your jacket on.

“You look so cute in those boots.” She smirks. “They look cool too, almost like sneakers. I love the tan with the teal.”

“Thanks.” You grin.

“I almost forgot. I’m dating a jock.”

“Nat, you teach ballet!”

“Exactly, I hardly do any cardio and barely lift 45 pounds. I’m not an athlete like you. I’ve seen you lift, jog, playing football, soccer, basketball, and baseball! You even box, and don’t get me started on how long you can make love to me.”

“How have you seen me-“ You chuckle.

“You forget that the internet is forever. You have videos on YouTube that your coach uploaded.”

“Oh wow! Had no idea.” You raise your brows.

“Ugh, I’m in love with jock.”

You huff slapping her ass.

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You and Natasha were walking up the trail occasionally nodding to other couples coming down.

“Okay, it’s really cold, but it’s not too bad.” She admitted as you both passed through the pines.

You grinned, lifting up her hand giving it a smooch. “If you’re extra cold let me know you can use my jacket too.”

“Sweetie, I’m wearing a sweater that you got me, the jacket, a beanie, and a scarf. I’m okay I promise. You forget I’m Russian.”

You snort and she slaps your arm. “Got something to say?”

“You weren’t even there long!”

“I was born in the winter! Ass.”

You both laughed and continued your trek.

“I promise you once we make it up to the top which isn’t much further it’ll be breathtaking.”

She looked over at you and smiled, kissing your hand too. “I’m sure it will be.”

Soon a family came around the corner, the daughter on her mothers shoulders and their little boy hand in hand with his other mommy.

They waved at you both.

“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly.

“Hi!” You and Natasha chuckled.

“Ugh, she was so cute.” Natasha, whined looking up at you.

“That she is.”

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“You know I can’t give you more baby’s right?”

“I know.” You say kissing her hand.

“It’s just I still want them, and I know you do too.”

“I know love I just figured… you were adopted. There’s so many kids out there looking for good parents. That’s us. Think of how happy we could make them? Plus we still have Beth and Fin.” You wink.

Natasha leans against you and you wrap an arm around her. “You know I wish I could, right?”

You stop walking and pull her against you. “You not being able to does not change how I feel about you not one bit. Okay? Even if you didn’t want kids and you just wanted to help me with mine, that's enough for me. I love you Natalia, all of you.

Natasha blinked away a tear and you brushed it away. She nodded and you hugged her close, kissing her head.

“You wanna keep going?”

“Yes.” She nodded with a sniffle. You took out your handkerchief and handed it to her. “Thank you baby.” Natasha placed it in her pocket and took your hand as you began your hike once more.

Soon an older couple and their dog walked by.

“Do you think Quinn will let you have Ollie?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“I’m sure Leho would like a friend.” She smiled. “I can’t wait until you move in with me baby.”

“Yeah?”

“God yes. Seeing you tinkering around the house. Fixing things and making things for me. Doing everything with you sounds like heaven to me.”

You grin, kissing her hand once more.

“Y/N, who else knows about us?”

“Everyone knows.”

“Even your parents.”

“Even my parents.”

“Do they hate me?”

“No baby they don’t hate you Quinn on the other hand.” You cringed. “Nat, I didn’t divorce Quinn just because I was in love with you. I divorced her because of everything she did to me.”

“Good.”

“But you are the reason I sped it up.” You chuckled.

She smirked.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” She laughed.

“How many people have you been with?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

“I was just wondering, I mean I’ve only ever been with Quinn.”

“I’ve only been with one other person besides you and that was Bruce. It was a one time thing. I was stupid I thought maybe he felt something for me, and I thought maybe I did too but it was all for show he wanted Betty.” She shook her head.

“But how did you know you couldn’t have kids?”

“A couple years ago I thought about insemination. They ran different tests and just found that my eggs were just infertile.” She sighed. “They highly recommended for me not to try IVF. They said that it would cause severe depression when the negative results would come in, and not only that but the effects on my body would be too much.”

“I’m sorry love.”

“Don’t be, I probably should have told you a while ago.”

You’re walking a bit more and she speaks up.

“Okay now I have a question.”

“Alright.” You chuckled.

“Do you wish you would have taken some time to be alone before being with me?”

“Fuck no.” You laughed. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m just making sure you said you’ve only been with Quinn. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. More than half the women on our block want to be with you.”

“You’ve only been with Bruce.” You raised your brow.

“And now you.”

“Same I have you.” You smirked.

She laughed and nodded. “Touché.”

“Look baby, we made it.” You grinned seeing the sign as you began to round the corner.

“Oh wow.” She sighed seeing the view. You sat her down on the rock nearby holding her from behind.

You looked over hearing a guy singing Lover by Taylor Swift with his guitar to his boyfriend.

‘Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover’

Natasha sighed against your chest turning her chin to kiss your cheek. “I love you. I’m so happy that we’re finally together.”

“Me too.” You smile.

“I love this song.” She grins. “It makes me think of you.” You squeeze her a little tighter keeping her warm.

As the song ends she pats your arm and stands to take a photo of the view.

You walk over when he finishes. “Hi my name is Y/N and I was wondering if I could play a song for my girl over there. I’m gonna propose.”

“Oh my gosh of course!” He grinned, handing you his guitar. “Would you like us to record you?”

“If you don’t mind.” You say handing him your phone.

You threw the strap over your neck and began finding your tune. Natasha turns around to sit with you only to see you strumming.

She blushed as you started singing a song walking towards her.

“I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad

All I wanna do is grow old with you”

Natasha couldn’t help but cry.

“They’re proposing!”

“Oh my gosh they’re proposing!” You hear people hissing as they pull out they’re phones.

“I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches

Build you a fire if the furnace breaks

Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you”

It was blistering cold up on that mountain too but you were keeping her warm with your words.

“I'll miss you

Kiss you

Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you

Feed you

Even let you hold the remote control”

You walked up to her getting down on one knee.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink

Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink

Oh, I could be the one who grows old with you

I wanna grow old with you.”

Natasha sniffles wiping away her tears as you take the guitar off. The gentleman who it belongs to quietly comes over taking it from you and begins strumming the chords to All My Life by K-Ci & JoJo.

“My love, From the moment we met, I knew there was something truly special about you. You’ve brought so much joy, laughter, and love into my life, and every day with you is a new adventure. Your kindness, strength, and unwavering support have shown me what true love really is. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side. You have become my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Every moment we’ve shared has been a beautiful memory, and I want to create countless more with you. Today, I kneel before you with a heart full of love and a promise of forever. Will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

You open the velvet emerald box revealing a golden band with a large emerald and diamonds surrounding the stone.

“Yes baby.” She cried. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You placed the ring back on her finger and stood up kissing her. You wrapped your arms around her swaying to the music.

“That was so beautiful.” One of the women said, wiping her tears. “I got it on video for you guys.”

“Same!” Another guy grinned:

“Thank you.” Natasha smiled.

“Congratulations.” The guitarist smiled clapping with the crowd. His boyfriend handed you your phone.

The people who filmed it air dropped it to your phone, and left you both to watch the sea from the rock.

“That was beautiful.” Natasha grinned leaning against your chest as she admired the ring. “I don’t know how I’m going to top that.”

“Does that mean you’re going to propose to me?” You chuckled, tickling her sides.

“That’s what we should do in town! Let’s find you a ring.” She gasped

“I was kidding, baby.”

“Well I’m not.” She pecked your cheek.

“Alright princess whatever you want.”

“Did you pack a snack?”

“Fuck I didn’t.”

“Y/N.” She huffed.

“I know I’m sorry baby. Come on, let's head back to the cabin. I’ll make you dinner.

“I’m hungry.” She sighed.

You stopped by a family eating.

“Hi I’m sorry to bug you but I just proposed to my fiancé over there, and I did not pack snacks. Could I buy some-“

“Take it.” The man shook his head handing you a couple granola bars, fruit snacks, and water bottles.

“Thank you seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Don’t wanna make her upset already.” He chuckled.

You ran off after Natasha.

“Honey!” You called after her.

“I’m hungry, I'm not stopping.”

“Baby, I got you snacks.”

“Wait what?”

“Yeah! Look! Here hon.” You open the water for her and then open her granola bar.

Watching her completely drink half the bottle and eat the bar before starting on the fruit snacks.

“Feel better?” You ask, feeling her cheeks.

She nods, looking almost embarrassed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why, I got so upset with you.”

“Well we had a light lunch and went on a mile and a half hike.”

“Still.”

“You want some more?” You ask, holding up the snacks.

“No baby I’m better now thank you.”

“Okay.” You stuff them in your pockets and take her hand as you both walk back towards the cabin.

“I’m sorry, I got so upset with you like that, and right after you proposed and said all those sweet things.”

“It’s okay! You didn’t have breakfast and we only had a salad for lunch. How about we have a nice dinner? I didn’t get to make you dinner last night like I wanted and now we can celebrate.”

“Fancy dinner huh?” Natasha grinned. “Yeah okay but I didn’t really bring a dress baby.”

“Wellll.” You bit your lip.

“You didn’t! Y/N!”

“It’s your birthday, come on!”

She smiles bashfully.

When you finally get to the cabin you hand her the gift bags.

She raised her brow and took the bags before going upstairs, and you quickly showered. Then cook dinner before changing into your suit.

“Wow. Stunning.” You grinned as she walked in.

“Did you shop for this?”

“Kurt made it.” You chuckled.

“I thought so. It’s gorgeous.”

You grabbed a glass of champagne and handed it to Natasha before returning to the stove to plate the steaks and the mashed potatoes with veggies.

“This looks amazing.” She smiles cutting into her steak.

You both smile, enjoying the music and the food. More importantly, you’ve both never been happier than this moment of course having your daughters but this is up there. You’ve finally found your soul mate.

“That was really good, thank you.” Natasha kissed your hand as you put the dishes away in the dishwasher.

“I may have bought an extra pie at that diner.” You chuckled, going to the fridge.

“Yesss.” Natasha grinned as you cut a couple slices. You both ate them moaning at how good they were.

“Best pie ever.” You snicker as she smooches you lips.

“I don’t think I can keep eating please put this away.” She chuckled as you put the pie away.

As she fixed her lipstick you put on You and Me by Penny & The Quarters.

“Dance with me.” You smile offering your hand.

The redhead smiles bashfully before taking your hand and standing.

Natasha leans up kissing your lips as you sway to the music.

“Y/N?” She says as the song ends.

“Hm?” You hum looking down at her.

“Make love to your fiancé.”

You snatched your phone up and lifted her up bridal style making your way up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Practicing?”

You chuckled walking through the threshold. You set her on the bed before turning on the fireplace.

You shrugged off your suit jacket only for her to turn around.

“Unzip me.” She looked back at you.

“Kurt did a tremendous job with this dress. You look gorgeous.” You said, unzipping it slowly letting Natasha step out of it only to see her in lingerie from what you only assumed Carol got her.

“Do you want me to thank Carol too?” She husked turning around.

“Yes please.” You gulp.

“Take off that suit for me baby.” She says walking over in heels towards the chaise in front of the fire. You undo your buttons and take off your suspenders before shrugging off your dress shirt.

“God, I love your muscles Y/N. The way your veins lead down to my lolly is one of my favorite things.”

You can feel yourself throbbing as you take off your shoes and socks. Then slowly take off your dress pants revealing your black briefs. Your hungness just outlined in a way that makes her mouth salivate for you.

“Come here.” She beckons you, eyeing you like a lioness and her prey.

You place your knee on the chaise and her hands cup your ass cheeks squeezing them as her lips go for your veins that she covets. Leaving a trail of lipstick on your body. A brief thought came to mind of getting her signature lips tattooed along your lower half. Just as a little reminder when you’re away from her.

Your cock twitches feeling the cool wedding ring you put on her finger against your abs. You cup the back of her head and she kisses your forearm.

“I got you another present.” You smirked looking down.

“Baby that’s too corny.” She rolled her eyes.

“No, I mean it look.” She pulled down the waist bad of your briefs bringing them down on your knees when she noticed her name right above your cock.

Natalia’s saddle

“When did you get this?”

“When I was in Tokyo.” You chuckled.

“Oh my gosh. Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I wanted to, but the tattooist said it’d be hotter if you found it yourself.”

She laughed and nodded before kissing it.

“They weren’t wrong.” She eyed it.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes daddy I love it. That’s actually really fucking hot. What made you do this?”

“Well me and the boys got really drunk with some Japanese business men, and well (pleasedontgetmad) one of them may have sent a sex worker to my room. So I left and went straight to a tattoo shop and got this instead. After I went to a jeweler and got your ring made.”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head.

“There’s a lot to do there at night.” You grinned.

“I love you.” She chuckled.

“I love you too…” you dangled your jangles in front of her. “Now do you want your lolly or not cause, baby, I really want my tongue in your pussy. My mouth is watering for you.”

She smirked going back to her task at hand looking at the words. “Wait, how did I not notice this when we had sex this morning in the shower?”

“You’re kind of oblivious when I’m fucking you silly.” You chuckle and shit lightly bites you. “Ahhhhh I’m sorry!” You Hiss. The pain quickly faded as you felt immense pleasure as she began to bob her head and swirl her tongue and hand around your shaft.

You watched as your fiancé licked you up and down. God that felt great to say. Fiancé. Your future wife. Natasha Romanoff Y/L/N. You picked up your phone and began recording your newly dubbed fiancé.

“Gah damn, my beautiful fiancé Mrs. Natasha Y/L/N. Going to fucking town.”

She looked up at your phone smirking as she completely choked you down.

“Hmmm.” You caressed her chin. “I love you baby.”

She slowly bobbed her head before letting you go with a pop. “I love you too, daddy. So much I can’t wait to marry you.” She husked still licking you as she pumped your cock.

“I can’t wait to marry you baby…. Damn Nat you know just how I like it…Can daddy lick you now?”

“No daddy, I wanna taste your honey first.” She smirked seeing you twitch in her hand precum oozing out.

“Fuck!” You groaned. “What if we both 69ned?”

“Uhuh, no, I wanna focus on you my fiancé.” She got on her knees sitting you down and began sucking on your sack.

“Oh my-!” You groaned, pulling her hair back.

She let go before going back to your member bringing her bralette up so her breasts can hold you between them.

“Shit baby.” You watched as she pumped your cock with her breasts and your tip into your mouth.

“Alright baby, come here.” You stood up and stroked your cock a bit letting the tip hit her lips a bit. She opened her mouth moaning as she sucked you harder and harder.

You held her head in place and began fucking her throat. You hissed as you felt her tonsils around your dick. Her moaning vibrates you enough to cum. Your toes curled and her hands cupped your cheeks. You pulled out and she held out her tongue before swallowing.

“Hmmm.” You hummed as she sucked you a little bit more before you spoke up. “Alright you got your honey now let me have mine.” You smirked handing her the phone.

“Oh I’m the cameraman now?” She smirked. As you laid her down against the tacky bearskin rug.

“Oh yeah I’m watching this shit when I have to leave for work and you can’t come with me.”

“That’s pretty hot, you watching us as porn.”

“Ain’t it?”

“You’ll have to make me a copy. I might even need a mold of your cock made so when you’re away from me I can still have you inside of me.”

“You got it princess.” You look up with a smirk.

You kiss up her thighs and leave a small kiss against her folds before letting your tongue peek through.

“Hmmm.” You groan, finally tasting her and hearing her moan. “You taste so good baby girl.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby so fucking good I could lick you up all day. Fuck I’m already hard for you.” You flex your back and continue licking her up and down and side to side. This time spelling out the words I’m going to marry you & I love you.

“Ohhhhh daddy!” She moans, setting the camera up to film you both.

“You need both hands huh?” You chuckled.

“Hmhm.” She whines.

“That’s okay my love I just want you to cum and cum hard.” You say before diving back in. You lift up her ass so you can get to her ass and move aside her lacy thong.

“Hmmmm!” You hummed causing her to giggle. You go back to her clit sucking and licking.

You feel her begin to hump your face, her moaning grows so you pick up the pace stuffing your face with her pussy. She lets out a strangle moan and stiffens against you as she cums undone.

You sit up wiping your mouth letting your cock bathe in her pool.

She whines making grabby hands at you.

“Hmm.” You sigh feeling her heat and wetness along your staff.

You lay against her, kissing her softly.

“You like your taste? Cause I fuckin do.”

She giggled and kissed you again.

“You always make me feel so good daddy.”

“That’s my goal baby girl.”

“That’s my goal tonight too. You always make me cum over and over again and again. I’m riding you until I can’t anymore daddy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hmhm call me the pussy monster.”

You chuckled darkly. “Hmm I’m gonna make this pussy squirt.”

“Baby not on their bear skin rug, it'll ruin it.”

“Oh come on babe.”

“Fine but get towels.”

You stood up and ran off and she turned towards the camera.

“Hmmm, I love you baby," she blew the camera kiss. “I miss you so much. Come home to me.”

You fold a couple towels beneath her bottom.

You lay between her legs slowly holding them up.

“Ahhh!” You both moan as you push inside of her just half way. You slowly push again, hitting her spot.

“Daddy.” She whimpers, pulling you down to kiss her.

“Daddy’s got you baby girl. You’re taking me so well. Hmm… I’m gonna make you fucking cum so hard love.”

“Oh baby!” Natasha moans and you lean down leaving marks against her skin.

“You’re so smooth.” You whispered taking off her lingerie freeing her breasts hearing the redhead moan at the action her hips rocking against your cock. “You’re so beautiful.” You kiss her once more before pulling apart. “And sweet.” You pull out and pull her thong off but leaving her garter on. She sat up and made you lay down this time.

“Aww baby I wanted to make you squirt first.”

“Who says I can’t do that myself?” She smirks down at you lifting her leg to straddle you. “Let me on my saddle.”

“You’re wish is my command princess.” You grunt with a smirk on your face.

She took your phone and smirk. “You’re gonna wanna see this from this angle daddy I promise.” She sets the phone behind her where you won’t kick it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” She panted as she begins to ride the tip of your cock. Her jaw slacked as she hit her spot.

“That’s it baby fuck yourself on daddy’s cock. How does it feel?”

“Soooo fucking good!” She groaned, You reached up massaging her breasts.

You hiss as she lowers herself and begins to ride you. She really was not lying when she said like never before. She’s angling your cock with each motion looking for that perfect spot. Her moans haven’t stopped the moment she started riding you; they only keep growing. Even her accent is starting to show.

“Ohhhhh yesssss! Ohhhh yesssssss! Fuuuuck! Yesss daddddy!” She’s pounding you at this point, her ass bouncing against your hips, her accent is full on out.

“Fuck Natasha.” You groaned seeing your creams seep down to your balls as she rode you. The squelching sound turned you both on to no end. She arched her back, slowing her pace before slamming back down on your cock.

“I want you to fuck me like this all the time.” She bit her lip looking down at you squirming. She lifted up seeing all your cum seeping out of her pussy and down on your cock. Watching your staff and abs twitch from the after shocks. She slides you right back inside of her.

“Ahhhhhhh.” You both groan.

“I wanna be with you everyday for the rest of my life baby.” You admit sitting up with her in your lap.

“Oh God Y/N!” Her mouth turned into an ‘O’ as she twitched against your member.

“Natasha!” You groan hold her close.

Natasha smirked, pushing you back down, wiggling on your hardened member.

You groaned at the feel.

She kissed you softly, moving her hips again. “Oh baby you’re so sweet and loving. Kind and caring. I can’t wait to be your wife.” Her movements picked up pace. You were both so close already.

“Natalia.” You sighed against her lips. “I’m in love with you.” She looked into your eyes with tears forming.

“I love you too Y/N. So much.” Her movements were now fast and sloppy. You helped her bounce on your cock. When she fell on top of you letting her ass do the work. You palmed her ass cheek before slapping it. That always does it for her. She was now over the edge babbling your name as she rode you. She cried as her pussy constricted around you.

“Oh fuuuck!” You moaned out, feeling your seed shoot out.

She yelled out your name lifting off your meat as her pussy became a fire hydrant.

“Ahhhhhhh!” She hissed as the liquid ran down against your abs.

She grabbed your cum ridden cock and stuffed you back inside her once more.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit babbyyyy!” You groaned as she started riding you once more. She’s the fucking pussy monster.

“I told you I was going to ride you like never before.”

“I’m not complaining. As far as I’m concerned this is your saddle, this is your dick baby.” You chuckled and massaged her ass, groping it before letting your hands wander her body.

“All this is mine now huh?” She smirked looking down at you.

“I’m all yours fiancé.”

“Hmm, mine.” She groaned as she sped up her pace. Her hands going down your abs as they twitched beneath her finger tips.

She muttered some words in Russian and began slamming down on your cock. “Yesssss yesss yesss!” She moaned cumming around you. She lifted up a bit letting you see the way your seed shot inside of her.

“Ahhhh!” Groaning you began cuming inside of her. You pivoted your hips and she chuckled as you thrusted inside of her.

You both groaned, riding the wave of your orgasms. She sighed, feeling completely filled up with your cum.

The redheaded beauty falls against your chest in a heaving sweaty mess. Natasha began kissing your shoulder down to your heart. You nudged her forehead with your nose getting her to meet your lips. “I’m so in love with you.”

“You have absolutely no idea how I longed to hear those words come from those lips.” She burrowed deeply into you still kissing your skin.

You look down, bringing her back in a kiss.

“Hmm you better not start something you can’t finish cause baby I could ride you all day.” She grins against your lips wiggling her hips against your cock.

“Fuck.” You groaned before rolling over on top of her.

“Hmm.” She giggled as you playfully peppered her with kisses before reaching over to stop the recording.

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You woke up with Natasha’s head on your chest. Her legs tangled in yours. You looked down smirking at the lipstick on your body.

You held her closer and kissed her head whispering how much you loved her before slowly letting her go.

“Noooo.” Natasha whined reaching out for you. “Baby where are you going?”

“I just wanted to go for a trail run.”

“Hnhn.” She groaned holding you.

“Come with me?”

“You’re funny.” Her voice is still gravely from sleep, not to mention the amount of moaning and screaming she did all night.

“Come on the hike was beautiful on this seaside mountain range. Imagine the jog?” You coo cuddling against her.

“Is that what you really want to do? To be in the blistering cold? Running away from bears? Orrr stay here with your fiancé and christen the rest of Starks cabin?” Natasha lifted the blanket off showing you her porcelain body.

“Ooohh you drive a hard bargain tiny dancer.” You say in a southern twang. Natasha yanks you back down complaining about how it’s 6 in the morning, and you’ve only gone to sleep a couple hours ago. “You’re lucky I love you.” She chuckles.

“I really am.” you say softly placing her hair out of her face admiring her beauty before leaving a soft peck against her lips.

She hums against your chest.

“All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you.”

Natasha smiles against your chest feeling the hum of your voice.

“My bones ache, my skin feels cold, and I'm getting so tired and so old. The anger swells in my guts, and I won't feel these slices and cuts. I want so much to open your eyes. 'Cause I need you to look into mine.”

Your fiancé pushes up a bit to see you looking at her.

“Tell me that you'll open your eyes.” You sing, pushing her hair behind her ear. She leans in kissing your lips softly before singing back to you.

“Get up, get out, get away from these liars. 'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire. Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine, and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.”

You grin lazily and sing with her.

“Every minute from this minute now. We can do what we like anywhere. I want so much to open your eyes. 'Cause I need you to look into mine.

Tell me that you'll open your eyes. Tell me that you'll open your eyes. ‘Cause all this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you.”

“I love it when you sing to me.” She whispers as you roll her over and cuddle her.

“I love singing with you.”

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A few hours later Natasha re-awoke seeing you reading.

“You’re sexy when you read.” She yawns, stretching against your body as you set your book down.

“You’re making blush.” You smirk as she pecks your lips.

“I’m sorry I slept so long.” She yawned again.

“It’s okay, I put you in a sex coma.” You chuckle.

She drapes her body over yours humming at the feel of your body against hers. “You most certainly did.” Her body is covered in chills as your fingers graze her skin.”

“You hungry love? I can make us breakfast. Then if you want we can head into town. Pepper, was telling me about some shops you might like.”

She smiled at you caressing your chin. “Sounds like you have the day planned.”

“Oh don’t worry baby I fully intend to come back and make vigorous love to you. Once my dick heals.” You grin, leaning in to kiss her lips.

“What’s wrong?” She furrows her brows cutely if you may add as she looks down raising the sheets to see your flacid cock.

“It’s just a little raw.” You hiss as she touches it, lifting it up.

“Stop. Really?” She giggles.

“Okay, first: no giggling while you are looking or touching my dick.” She drops you and laughs harder against your chest. “Secondly, yeah it’s raw honey you fucked my brains out last night.”

“I will never laugh at my saddle baby. I promise you are very well endowed in that department, and secondly I believe we both fucked each others brains out. You put me in a sex coma, and my body is littered with marks.”

You hiss, feeling yourself inflated at her comments.

“Seriously?” She smirks.

“What? My soldier likes compliments.” You chuckle cringing a bit.

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“Thanks baby.” Natasha smiled, wiping her mouth.

“You’re welcome.” You wiggle your brows. Standing up with your plate along with hers. You quickly rinsed the plates and placed them in the dishwasher.

“Wanna go to town?” She asked, standing up her hand against your chest.

“On you? Fuck yeah.” You smirked turning around in her arms

“You still need to heal.” She raises her brow. “Now let’s go into town, get you a ring and maybe look around then have some lunch.”

“Damn not even a quickie? I can just make it about you.”

She glared at you.

“Kidding.” You chuckled, and led her to the truck.

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“What about this one?” she pointed out.

“Eh.”

“Okay well what about this one? It goes with the pinky ring you like to wear.”

“Does it?”

“I think so.”

You looked at it not so sure.

“Well if you want when we get home we can try again? You can bring it with you.”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

Natasha nodded a little put out that you didn’t see anything you liked.

“I did like these work out bands though.”

“Yeah?” She smiles looking down.

“I have matching sets if you’d like.” The jeweler smiles.

“How about the green ones?” You say.

“Yeah I like those.” Natasha smiles.

“That’s it then.” You grin.

“I’ll take them.” She grins, taking out her wallet just as you do. “Sweetie, if you don’t put that away, I’ll nut punch you like you did Scott.”

“And putting this back in my pocket.” You say pursing your lips.

“Good choice.” The jeweler chuckles. “Gotta take care of the jewels.”

You walk out with a forest green ring until she can take you to another jeweler.

Natasha takes you into each shop. It's when she drags you into a kids store that gets you frowning. You see her grabbing Bluey items.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Well I’m getting Fin some stuff for her room. We need to probably take out the bed, and get her a twin but we can do that when we get home.”

“Baby I can just take some stuff from the house.”

“You will not take one thing from her house.” She said poking your chest. “This is a whole new experience for both the girls that we are throwing them into. They are literally going to be living side by side. They need to have different rooms. It’s important.”

“Okay, I understand that.” You nodded, keeping your voice down. “Nat, hun, I love you and I love that you wanna do this for them, but she and I haven’t even gone into custody discussions yet.”

“Y/N, there’s a good chance our home will be looked at first. They’re gonna want to see that it’s ready for them. You do want them with us right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay then we need to set up their rooms. Listen when Lena and I got adopted we were looked at constantly. Trust me this will go a long way. I just want to help us that’s all.”

“Okay. Alright. Let’s do it.”

She smiled, pecking your lips.

“But do we have to spend this much. I love my baby don’t get me wrong but hun kids are fucking expensive.”

“Y/N.” She glared.

“Sorry, I was totally over hearing you both. Kids are fucking expensive this is like $50 cheaper at Target.” The woman explained. “Sorry I’m a mom of 4 and my kids love Bluey. I like to get the little things here sometimes that I can’t find anywhere else, but this comforter set. Is most definitely cheaper anywhere else.”

“You gotta love a bargain as a parent.” You grinned, gesturing to the woman.

“Ugh so true. They just grow up so fast and the trends change even faster soon it won’t be Bluey anymore.”

“So true with my oldest it was Paw Patrol and then Lego everything, and now it’s sleepovers and don’t talk to me.”

“Oh noo let me guess 12 going on 13?” The mom laughed, nodding.

“Yes!”

“Oh God, that's the hardest age in my opinion. You’re gonna have a tough time not gonna sugar coat it. Especially cause it sounds like you two just got together sooo she’s probably on her other mothers side?”

“Spot on.” You nod.

“Yeah it’s best to just ride the roller coaster. Just be there for her. That’s really all you can do. You’re gonna wanna argue you’re gonna wanna ground. It’s best to let her other mother deal with that part. Trust me as my kid screaming at his computer would say “you don’t want no smoke.” She laughed.

You laughed along with her.

“Thank you for the advice.”

“Of course, and congratulations to you two on getting together, and to you on your first.”

“Oh I’m not pregnant.” Natasha shook her head.

“Honey, I’ve been through the ringer four times, about to go through it one last time. I can tell it’s like how people have a gaydar. I have a pregnancy-dar, and you are absolutely glowing.” She laughed. “Anyway you two take care, it was so good to meet you.”

“You too.” You smile and shake her hand and she walks out.

“Wow.” Natasha furrowed her brows.

“She was so nice.”

“Y/N, she called me fat!”

“What?! No she didn’t!”

“She said congratulations on your first.”

“Hun, that does not mean you’re fat!”

“Umm, yesss it does.” Another woman interjected.

“Oh my god.” Her husband groaned.

“Thank you!” Natasha huffed.

“You're beautiful girl!”

“Thank youuu. So are you!” Natasha smiled sweetly.

You massage your temple.

After grabbing Fin and Beth a few things you both moved on to the next store. You sit down by the other husbands and wives as their fems peruse around the boutique.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if they made a spouse nap location.” One of them said, causing all of them to chuckle.

“Honey?”

“Yes?” They all answered automatically until Natasha came out of the rows of clothes furrowing her brows.

You stood walking over.

“What do you think of this?”

She shows you a few dresses and you look them up and down smiling. “I think each of them would look stunning on you love.”

“Thanks baby.” She smiles, pecking your lips. Leading you to the register.

“You hungry?” You ask taking out your wallet.

“Yes but Y/N you don’t need to get this-“

“You bought my girls some stuff so why can’t I buy my fiancé some dresses?” You ask.

“If you two are looking for a place to eat. You really can’t go wrong with any restaurant in town. It really just depends on what sounds good.” The girl checking the items out smiled.

“Italian?” You ask Natasha.

“Yeah that sounds great.”

“There’s Mia’s just a few doors down.”

“Thank you.” You both smile.

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You were both seated relatively quickly.

“Hi, my name is Kelly I’ll be your server today.” A young brunette handed you both a couple of menus and a drink menu.

“Thank you.” You both say.

“I’ll be right back with some bread.”

Natasha looked at you a certain way and you were at a loss.

“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? Cause it’s okay we can-“

“No, but that girl was totally checking you out.”

“What girl?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion and she chuckled at you.

“Our server.”

“Kelly?”

“You needed me?” The server asked bringing the bread touching your forearm.

You moved your arm and shook your head. “No.”

“Okay I’ll be back around then. Do you know what you want to drink?”

“Just some water is fine. Baby, you want some wine or something?” You ask Natasha.

“No just a water is fine for now thank you.”

Kelly walked away and Natasha raised her brow at you looking at your arm.

“Yeah okay I see what you mean. Want me to ask for another server?”

Natasha smiled at you and shook her head. “No she can look that’s fine she just can’t touch.”

Soon Kelly was back around with some glasses of waters when she ‘accidentally’ dropped one right on your lap.

“Shit!” You hopped up.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” She grabbed the napkin and began to press against your dick.

“Stop!!” Natasha huffed, grabbing her arm and pushing her back.

“Whoa! No! Nope! Uhuh no! Let’s go Nat! Not cool Kelly!” You huffed angrily.

Natasha took your hand and walked out of the restaurant.

“Fuck now it looks like I pissed myself, and it’s fucking cold out here.” You growled.

Natasha took you into the nearest store and bought you some grey sweats and a hoodie.

“Go change.” She nodded.

You sighed, throwing your wet clothes into the plastic bag.

“Thanks babe.”

She hugged you close and kissed you softly. “You feel better.”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“I’m sorry lunch was ruined, we should have left when she touched my arm.”

“Sweetie don’t apologize for her! She groped you.” Natasha pulled you in another hug. “How about I make you your own pasta?”

“You know how to make pasta?”

“Hmhm.” She smirked.

“Teach me and you got a deal.”

“Let’s go baby.”

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“What do you think?” Natasha asked as you took your first bite.

“Whoa.”

She chuckled.

“It’s so good Nat.” You take a bite of your bread and watch as she begins to eat as well. “I’m the luckiest human on this planet.” You chuckle and she laughs. “I’m marrying the most beautiful, sweetest, sexiest woman in the world. You’re an amazing chef, a model-“ she chuckled. “Became one of my bestfriends, don’t even get me started with what you’re like in the sheets.”

“Y/N.” She laughed.

“And now I’m eating fresh pasta.”

Natasha stood walking over and pecking your lips before going back to her seat.

You both eat and drink in a comfortable silence you’re just about done when you speak up.

“So my parents know about you and I know Yelena knows about us. What about your parents?”

Natasha looks up a little taken back.

“Well to be honest I haven’t spoken to them in a while. I mean I could call them now it’s about 9 PM?”

“Now?”

“Why not? You’re right your parents know and mine should too.”

Natasha shrugged and stood up to grab her phone. “Fair warning my parents are most likely drunk and are very loud.”

You nod and she walks over and sits on your lap.

“Holy shit you FaceTimed them?” You began to panic.

“They’re going to want to meet you.”

“Baby I’m wearing a hoodie.”

“They don’t care what you’re wearing.” Natasha laughed. “I think you forget Russia is a third world country.”

“Hello?! Little Natalia?!” Alexei answers.

“Alexei, your face is too close to phone pull back!”

“Oh.”

They fumbled with the phone a bit until Melina snatched it and set it on the table.

“Hello mama papa!”

“Ohhhh our little Natalia!” Melina smiled with Alexei. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great, really great that’s why I’m calling.”

“Oh?” Alexei snickered only for Melina to smack him.

“How have you two been doing?”

“Oh you know pig farm still the same tell us more.” Melina waved her off.

“Oh motherfucker- Эта маленькая сука сказала тебе, не так ли?” (That little bitch told you didn’t she?!)

“Language Natalia.” Melina sighed and Alexei laughed heartily.

“So it is true our little Natalia found true love and is really getting married this time?! I want to meet them!” Alexie laughed.

“We are so happy for you sweetheart please don’t be mad your sister was just so happy for you, and you never call us.”

“And the guilt trip starts.” Natasha muttered low for you to hear. You rubbed her back. “That was for me to tell you not her!”

“Ahhh it doesn’t matter anymore we know now okay?” Alexie smiled. “Come on now sweetheart don’t be mad we’re happy for you. We’ve always wanted just the best for you.”

“We never liked Bruce.”

“Never liked him one bit.” Alexie spit away from the camera. You gulped a little nervous they would hate you.

“But Yelena speaks highly of this Y/N.” Melina smiles.

“Says they’ve never seen you this happy ever.”

“Y/N makes me so happy. It's the same feeling I had when Lena and I would catch fireflies. I finally caught mine and I can’t wait to marry them.” Her voice cracked.

“Ohh honey.” Alexie cried and Melina hugged him.

“I actually have Y/N here with me.” Natasha sniffled, setting the phone up so they could see both of you.

They both smiled seeing you appear on the screen Natasha on your lap.

“Hi, Mr. & Mrs. Vostokoff, it’s such an honor to finally meet you both even if it’s just over the phone. Natalia is such an amazing woman and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with her.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” Melina smiles, wiping her tears and Alexie nodded along.

“I know Natasha and Yelena have been working hard to bring you both back to America. I might not know too much about immigration law, but I promise I’ll do my best to help as much as I can to bring you both back home. I want you both to be here for your girls and for the wedding.”

Natasha began to cry against your shoulder and you did your best to console her.

“Thank you Y/N.” Alexie sniffled.

“Natalia no more crying let’s have a toast, huh.” Melina smiled. “So much to celebrate tonight!”

Natasha wiped her eyes and stood grabbing the vodka Tony had and filled two shot glasses.

“When we take it we say Nostrovia.” Natasha nodded towards you.

She sat back on your lap and when you were all ready you lifted the glasses and hit the table before saying

“Nostrovia!”

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You were sitting on the sofa looking up immigration law as Natasha made popcorn and snacks.

You learned that not only will it mean at least 30k each but they would be under both your sponsorship which if you remember correctly Natasha started that a long time ago it really barrels down to money. Natasha came back with snacks and you turned.

“So I have the money to bring your parents back. Well, we have the money. I know you and Yelena saved up some, we can use that and the rest will have to come out of a college fund.”

“Wait Y/N no-“

“Here’s the thing Tony promised me we would come in to some more money in the next quarter. Which means I would be making up to 6 figures so I could put that money back into the college fund, maybe even more.”

“But I just don’t feel comfortable taking from the girls.”

“It would just be borrowing.”

“Quinn would never-“

“Quinn doesn’t know about it.”

“I made it with the money I was making from Burt’s garage. That money was my college fund. She can’t touch it.”

“Really?”

“Technically it’s still in my mothers name.” You smirked. “It’s one of our little secrets. My mom is the best.”

“Oh my God. So you’re saying…”

“We’re bringing your parents home. We just need-“

Natasha tackled you in a hug. “Y/N!”

“We just need to get them a home and a job. I was thinking maybe I could get your mom a job with me at Stark Industries and Alexei could work at Thors Gym. He seems pretty built.”

“You’re so fucking amazing.” She kissed you roughly.

“Hmm thank you.”

“Did I mention how sexy you look in these sweats?” She pulled back looking you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“God yes, stand up.” She chuckled getting off of you.

You stood and flapped you arms.

“Take off the hoodie.”

You smirked pulling it over your head.

“Fuck your so sculpted. You talked about how lucky you are? How about me? Look at you! You are the single most sexiest, most handsomely beautiful, charismatic, darling I’ve ever met in my life and I get to marry you. You’re perfect at everything! Gardening, cooking, carpentry, auto mechanics, plumber, dancer, singing, instruments, sports, and you always make me laugh. Don't even get me started with what you’re like in the sheets.”

You laugh and she takes your hand.

“I love you Y/N you’re my best friend and I can’t wait to marry you.”

You lean down kissing her softly feeling her nails drag along your naked back.

“Check it out.” You husk.

You step back and flex for your fiancé letting her see the hard outline of your erection.

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Natasha fed you some popcorn as you both watched a movie.

“I love the way you cock warm me. You know exactly how to please me.”

“I aim to please.” She smirked before bending over to grab some chocolate off the coffee table.

“Fuuuck.” You groaned at the motion on your tool. Especially when she sits back.

She wiggled a bit, turning to kiss your lips with chocolate against your mouths.

“Hmm, so good.” She smirked, leaning back in your arms with the bowl of popcorn. Everynow and then feeding you some, or reaching for some water and chocolate.

You really didn’t care if she didn’t stroke you or let you cum. Just being inside of her is enough. It feels so fucking good just being with her in this way.

“She isn’t funny.” Natasha pointed towards the blonde actress who was trying to get a cookie but made it look like she was fucking her costar.

“Nope not at all.” You cleared your throat.

“Oh my God, you think she’s hot.” Natasha smirked.

“Nope not even a little I’m gonna be honest here sweetie I’m not even watching it.” You snickered. “I’m just enjoying you.”

“So you don’t find this little blonde blue eyed actress hot?”

“Nope. But I will admit her costar from Euphoria. I think her name is Alexia but don’t hold me to it. Now she’s hot. I’ll admit that. I’m honestly not that into blondes.”

“You married one.” She laughed.

“I’m never supposed to talk about this but she’s actually not really blonde.”

“I knew it!” Natasha huffed.

“No you didn’t.” You snickered.

“Baby.” She whined.

“Okay you did.”

Natasha smirked and kissed you turning back to the movie.

“Hmm.” You hummed feeling her wiggle against you before rocking her hips. You held her hips helping her find her pace.

“Ohhhhh baby!” She moaned placing her hands against the edge of the coffee table using it to really fuck you.

“Gah damn.” You whisper watching her ass wiggle. You lean down and turn her by the chin, capturing those plump lips. “That’s it, love, find your spot.” You say as she whines looking back at you.

You hissed as she rides your cock up and down and side to side hearing her porn worthy moans. You leave kisses against her back letting your hands grope her breasts.

“Y/N!” She moans rocking her hips.

“I love you so much.” You groan watching her take you over and over again.

“I love you too daddy!”

“I’m gonna-“

“Me too.” She pants as your arms wrap around her.

You both moan loudly as you freeze inside of her letting her milk you for all you’re worth.

She moans as she rocks against you before lifting off of you.

“Fuck that was good.” You pant seeing your cum slip out of her and on you. Natasha turned around on her knees, licking you clean.

You sighed relaxing against the sofa letting your arms spread out. Natasha let you go with a pop. She sat next to you before pulling one of your arms around her.

You turned your head whispering in her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She whispered against your lips.

“All this lovin’ is making me hungry.” You chuckled. “You hungry baby?”

“I’m okay.” She pecked your lips. “Kind of bored of this movie though.”

You reached down for your briefs and made your way to the kitchen.

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You stood in front of the window watching the snowfall as you finished eating your leftover pasta.

“Baby, look what I found!” Natasha held up a guitar.

“Where did you find that?” You chuckled, setting the plate in the sink and sipping on some wine.

“In another room.” She shrugged before handing it to you. “Play me something!” You take it and go towards the sofa.

“Hmm.” You hummed wondering what to play as you tuned his guitar.

“I'm here outside when you're ready

Think about the shots and confetti

I'll take you home if you let me

Just promise you won't forget me

'Cause the days get brighter when you're here

So I gotta keep you near

Goin' crazy and I just can't get you outta my head

Love is in the atmosphere, you can feel it in the air

Gettin' hazy and I just can't get you outta my head

Hoo-ah hoo-uh

Just can't get you out of my head

You locked the door and it's raining

But baby I'm not complaining, no

We hit the road and we're racing, yeah

You make me super impatient

Can you feel the tension?

You've got my attention

I know we're just friends

But I'd rather be together

'Cause the days get brighter when you're here

So I gotta keep you near

Goin' crazy and I just can't get you outta my head

Love is in the atmosphere, you can feel it in the air

Gettin' hazy and I just can't get you outta my head

Hoo-ah hoo-uh

Just can't get you out of my head

My head, my head, my head, my head

My head, my head, my head

Can't get you out of my

My head, my head, my head, my head

Can't get you out of my head

Hoo-ah hoo-uh

Just can't get you out of my head”

Natasha smirked, leaning over kissing you.

“How about you sing me a song now?” You grin.

“Okay, ummm how about Espresso?” She smirked.

“Oooohhh fuck yeah.” You damned yourself as you thought about the chord progression.

You started and looked up at her to begin.

“Now he’s thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso”

Natasha rubbed her body taking a sip out of an imaginary cup.

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

She moved behind you wrapping her arms around your neck singing near your ear.

I can't relate to desperation

My 'give a fucks' are on vacation

And I got this one boy

And he won't stop calling

When they act this way

I know I got 'em

She smirked at you letting her hands rub up your thighs.

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya

Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

I know I Mountain Dew it for ya

That morning coffee, brewed it for ya

One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The redhead booped your nose laying down on the sofa waving her legs in the air.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

She sat up turning around for you to see her spread her legs and grind against nothing.

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

Is it that sweet? I guess so

She turned around smirking to see your member hardened under your sweats.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

Natasha let her had run your hard on.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

My twisted humor, make him laugh so often

She stood dancing near your face as she stripped her shorts off.

My honey bee, come and get this pollen

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya

Natasha’s nails raked through your scalp before taking off her shirt.

Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

I know I Mountain Dew it for ya

That morning coffee, brewed it for ya

One touch and I brand newed it for ya

She walked over behind you letting her back rest against you sticking her fingers in your mouth.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

She turned against your back taking off her bra letting you feel her breasts against your skin.

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

She moved in front of you and lifted her leg on your knee and you leaned in trying to lick her her wet spot. But we’re met with her stomach.

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

Is it that sweet? I guess so

That's that me, espresso”

You set the guitar aside and pulled Natasha against you. She giggled as you nibbled against her neck. “Is my honey bee getting its pollen?”

You chuckled, lifting her up and over your shoulder. “Fuck that was so sexy.” You slapped her ass as you began high tailing it up the stairs.

“What if I wanted you to keep singing to me?” She laughed.

“Later baby I’m gonna make you sing for me in a minute.”

She giggled as you tossed her on the bed. You wasted no time kissing and licking every inch of her. “God, I love you.” You hum.

“I love you too, baby. Now pollenate your fiancé.”

“This is the best vacation I’ve ever had.”

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so I just saw the sleep token themed smau you did and it gave me an idea: reader is the daughter of a big new wave rockstar from the 80s (like someone from INXS or Duran Duran), and she’s started dating a driver (Alex or Mick) and now there’s a whole generation of fans who are like ‘her dad is who??? in what band???’

I just thought it could be neat, seeing two of my special interests merge like that lmao god I love the eighties-

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y/n.rhodes Thank you mercedesamgf1 for having me!❤️ Such a fun weekend!!

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mercedesamgf1 It was a pleasure having you with us for the weekend!❤️

user1 UMMMM????

user2 since when does she go to races?

landonorris such a shame you didn’t wear the papaya shirt i gave you

y/n.rhodes next time, i promise !!!!

landonorris hmmm, okay. mclaren do your thing

mclaren On it! 🫡

lilymhe you’re gorgeous babe 😍😍

y/n.rhodes have you seen yourself???😭❤️

alex_albon please don’t flirt with my girlfriend

y/n.rhodes you can’t stop us now. she’s OUR girlfriend

lilymhe sorry babe

alex_albon ???

zendaya i miss you girl !!!

y/n.rhodes i miss you too !!!!

user3 she is such an icon

user4 we should be grateful to be living in the same era as her

user3 for realllll

user4 i wanna be her so badly😭😭

lewishamilton it was a pleasure meeting you🥂

y/n.rhodes likewise, Sir Hamilton 😮‍💨

lewishamilton i told you not to call me that

y/n.rhodes i must have not heard you, loud garage you see

mickschumacher had a lovely time!❤️

y/n.rhodes so did i❤️

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sir lewis

hey y/n

y/n

hello sir hamilton

sir lewis

😐woman

y/n

okay sorry sorry

what’s up

sir lewis

what’s the deal with you and Mick?

y/n

what do you mean?

sir lewis

all the flirting in the garage

the comments

what’s going on?

do you have a crush?😉😉😉

y/n

we’re just friends

nothing is going on

sir lewis

are you sure?😌😌

y/n

yes lol

sir lewis

i don’t believe you, but okayyyy

y/n🩵

lewis is onto us

mickie🩵

what?

how?

y/n🩵

unmmm

the comment?????

maybe because we flirted in the garage?

he’s convinced we have crushes on each other

mickie🩵

fuck

what do you want to do?

y/n🩵

i mean

we can just go with the flow

just show up together and that would be it

mickie🩵

are you sure?

we don’t have to

y/n🩵

it’s okay, i wanna

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mickschumacher great weekend, time to recharge

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mercedesamgf1 Hope you enjoy your time off ;)

mickschumacher thank you admin :))

georgerussell63 very nice pictures, mate

mickschumacher thank you, i have a talented photographer

georgerussell63 i'm sure you do ;)

estebanocon you went on holiday without me? :(

mickschumacher i had to :( i didn't have a choice

estebanocon you always have a choice

mickschumacher no, he doesn't - the missus

estebanocon sorry ma'am, i take it back

user1 Mick having a girlfriend was not on my bingo card for this year

user2 I need to know who his girlfriend is like YESTERDAY

user3 I might know who she is

user4 BESTIE???????? SPILL

user3 I might be completely wrong and off-track but I believe it might be Y/N Rhodes

user3 isn't she the girl who visited the garage a couple of weeks back?

user4 Yes. She's the daughter of Nick Rhodes, a member of the band Duran Duran

user5 MICK BAGGED A GIRL???

y/n.rhodes those are some very nice pictures, mr. schumacher

mickschumacher i have a very good photographer who took them for me

y/n.rhodes you'll have to introduce them to me, they seem very good at what they do

user5 I wanna be on vacation with him too :(((

user6 NOBODY MOVE, MICKIE HAS A GF

user7 this explains his impressive drive a couple of weeks back

lewishamilton interesting turn of events

mickschumacher i don't know what you're talking about

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lewishamilton I KNEW IT

y/n.rhodes nostradamus, congratulations

lewishamilton don't mock your seniors

mickschumacher 🩵

y/n.rhodes 🩵

mercedesamgf1 Thank you Y/N for being our lucky charm from here on out! 🩵

y/n.rhodes always a pleasure 🩵🩵

user1 MICK AND Y/N?????

user2 this took me completely by surprise

user3 I TOLD YOU GUYS I KNEW IT

estebanocon finally

mickschumacher :)

y/n.rhodes thank you for keeping quiet, estie bestie

estebanocon i told you not to call me that

y/n.rhodes sucks to suck

user4 Y/N seems like such a menace and I'm here for it

user5 mickschumacher did you meet Nick?

mickschumacher i did

user6 HOW WAS IT?????

mickschumacher intimidating, but we get along great

y/n.rhodes my dad loves him, he's a sucker for blondes

user7 DAMN Y/N

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lokis-dark-queen · 10 months

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Aprons

(Loki/Fem Reader Smut)

Summary: Your blissful baking is rudely interrupted by your husband. He just can’t help himself when you’re in an apron.

Warnings/notes: SMUT 18+ Kitchen sex, Husband Loki, Oral (F receiving), Unprotected sex, Loki talks you through it, no plot only porn, if you read the whole thing you get a lil treat at the end.

WC: 3.3k

*header from Pinterest*

The scent of spice and pumpkin filled the open kitchen of your humble home. Your body swayed slightly to the sound of the music playing softly in the background. You were in a state of calm, peace comforted your soul. All of your worries were put off for now. The dirty laundry in the hamper wasn’t constantly eating you, although it probably would later. However, for now, it was just you and the warm, welcoming feeling of your kitchen.

After the dry ingredients were finally whisked together, you started cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice your husband, Loki, entering the kitchen behind you. He quietly observed your movements, admiring your cluelessness of his presence. His eyes ran down your body as he watched you. His jaw clenched as he noticed the apron that beautifully complemented your figure. Your waist was beautifully accentuated by the tie that rested on the small of your back. Loki’s innocent admiration turned into a lustful need for you.

Loki took slow, calculated steps toward you. Your eyes focused on the task at hand, which was currently mixing in your dry ingredients with the wet ones as the mixer slowly blended them together. You could feel Loki’s presence just before he rested his hands on your waist. Sneaking up on you in the comfort of your shared home was a frequent pastime for him. Loki could never stop being mischievous, and you would never try to stop him from being himself. He placed a soft kiss on your temple before looking over your shoulder to observe your baking.

“What are you making?” He asks.

“A pumpkin chai spice cake.” You smile, melting into his hands.

“Of course.” Loki laughs slightly, knowing your taste too well, “How is it coming along?”

“Beautifully, I just need to finish mixing the dry mix in and let it mix for a few minutes, then it can go into the cake pans and then the oven!” You speak with an excited pep in your voice that caused Loki’s heart to skip a beat, even after all these years.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or would I throw off your rhythm?” He teases, referring to your subtle dancing earlier.

Your cheeks flush a slight pink, you thought you were alone when you were doing that.

“N-no, it's almost done anyway, just go relax and help me eat it all when it is done.” You smirk at him playfully.

“And let you do all the work? Darling, you know that is not my style.” He flirts, suggesting something more.

You finish combining all of your ingredients before allowing the mixer to do its job. Carefully, you turn to your husband to look him in those gorgeous eyes. When your eyes meet his, you find that they are filled with lust. His body radiated pure sex as he pulled your body flush with his.

“Y’know…” He pauses, fidgeting with the neat bow that is tied behind your back, “I just can’t help myself when you wear those cute little aprons. They drive me insane with the way they hug your luscious body.”

You could feel his erection that was forming underneath his loose lounge pants. His smell dominated your nostrils as it mixed beautifully with the spices that were currently mixing. His grip on your waist tightened, his head dipping down to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp as he nipped at the spot he knew was ticklish. Every time he claimed your body, he studied it as if his life depended on it. With just a look and a singular finger, he could bring you to your knees with tears of pleasure in your eyes.

“Hmmm…” You moaned and smiled with every touch of his lips to your warm skin. “Maybe you would like it if I wore this and nothing else?” You suggest.

Loki groaned and pinned your hips against the edge of the counter with his own. His hand ran down your back, taking a handful of your ass before gripping your thigh and hiking it around his hip. Through this position, his sizeable bulge met your clothed clit perfectly, causing you to let out a gasp of excitement. Your body was trapped by his and you couldn't be happier. The ambient noise of the mixer was almost lost in your shared moment of passion. That was until you pulled yourself out of your horny mind to lean over and stop the mixer.

“Loki! I don’t want my batter to be overmixed!” You exclaim as you wiggle out of his embrace to remove the bowl from the stand of the mixer.

Loki groaned, knowing how much you cared for your baking projects. “I apologize my darling. In my defense you are rather… addictive.”

You sigh before taking a beater and giving it to Loki, “Why don’t you lick this clean while I put these in the oven.” You tell him before pouring your mixture into your greased cake pans.

Loki happily begins to lick the batter, giving you a seductive glance before he does so. You knew his tongue worked wonders. And right now, you really wish you were that beater.

After you pop the cakes in the oven, you take the other beater and begin licking at it. It was now your turn to shoot seductive glances as you ran your tongue up and down the beater as if it were the ridges of his cock.

Loki’s beater was licked beyond clean as he placed it in the sink along with the other dirty dishes, to be dealt with later. Now, you had more urgent matters that needed your attention. And that urgent matter was currently glaring at you as if you were his next meal and he was starved.

Slowly and seductively, you licked the beater until no trace of batter remained. Loki leaned up against the kitchen counter across from you. His hands gripped the marble edge behind him, causing his beautiful veins to protrude slightly from under his pale skin. His silken, green lounge pants did nothing to hide his ever growing erection. His tight, cotton tee hugged his waist so perfectly it nearly caused you to drool. Loki was no less than perfect, and in a state of arousal, he was absolutely irresistible.

“Make sure you lick it thoroughly, love, I wouldn’t want you to miss one delicious drop.” He stalks towards you slowly with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. You knew he could only take so much teasing before he was pushed over a metaphorical edge.

Loki had a certain temper and he only showed it to you. You knew that deep down, underneath that cool, calm, and collected persona that he put on, he was fragile. Every look, every word, and every breath that caused even the slightest sexual suggestion to your husband caused him to tip. And it could end in one of two ways, either with you begging for him with no shame or humility, or with him on his knees doing the same with you standing over him. The latter was certainly more rare, however, it was worth every aching second of teasing.

Tonight, it seemed as if you would be the one begging, and you had no objections to that.

As he approached you, he took the beater from between your fingers and placed it aside. A drop of batter hung at your lips. Loki leaned in and licked it away, humming in content as tasted your creation from the salt of your skin.

“Oh, darling… it tastes even better from the baker herself.” He wrapped his arm around your waist before fully taking your lips with his. The spices from the batter lingered on his tongue. In the midst of the heated kiss, Loki lifted you onto the counter behind you. The tips of his fingers were almost bruising to your thighs.

His lips desperately trail down your jawline in ferocious hunger. His hands are everywhere, your breasts, waist, hips, and thighs were being thoroughly explored as if it were his first time. The truth was that he probably knew your body better than you did. Loki knew every spot that made you whimper out for more.

“Oh, my sweet little baker, did you really think you could keep me from tasting my favorite sweet of all?” He growls, hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings underneath the apron.

“You like the cake that much?” You ask with false innocence.

Loki lets out a breathy chuckle, “Although your creation is undoubtedly delectable, it is your cunt I crave the most.”

Flushed arousal went straight to your core at your husband’s words. His fingers slipped into your leggings, dipping beneath your panties.

“So wet for me already. What a good girl.” His words make you tremble.

“It's for you, it's all for you, Loki” His name came out as a desperate gasp.

His talented fingers circled your clit as his teeth nipped at the tie of the apron behind your neck. His other hand reached to loosen it, causing the material to fall, exposing more of the black tank top that you wore underneath.

“I need to feel every part of you.” He quickens his movements underneath your leggings, your hips moving closer to him in the process.

“But I- I thought you wanted the apron to stay… ah- on-” A complete sentence was hard to achieve at the moment.

“Another time, darling. All I want right now is to feel every inch of your delicious body.” He lightly pushes your chest back so that you are lying down on the counter. Your back arches as Loki pulls your leggings and underwear down and off your form.

The slight ‘thump’ of your discarded leggings hit the wood floor of the kitchen. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back an excited smile, anticipating what he would do next. Loki folded his body over yours to give you one last kiss before moving down your body and kneeling in front of your open legs. He pulled the bottom half of your apron up to expose your wet pussy to his needy eyes.

“There she is.” He groans in pure desire. His fingers moving up your thighs towards your core.

“Ah- fuck.” You gasp as Loki’s dexterous fingers find their way to your core, dipping inside as his tongue finds your swollen clit.

Loki begins his work as he curls his fingers inside of you, pushing against your sweet spot perfectly. His soft lips suck at your clit. He switches between his tongue and his fingers as they move back and forth between your entrance and your clit. Your trembling body writhes on top of your polished kitchen counters. Loki manipulated your body as if you were the dough and he was the baker, kneading his creation to completion.

Groaning as if he was starved, Loki moved your soft thighs to rest on his strong shoulders. You tightened your thighs around his head and tangled your fingers in his soft, black curls, pushing them back so that they wouldn’t get in the way of his expert tongue and fingers. He moved his head in tandem with his movements. You attempted to sit up slightly to observe him eating you out but his free hand pushed you back down, delving somehow deeper into your cunt. His fingers pumped faster inside of you. The once cold counter was now warm from the heat of your flushed skin. Your remaining pieces of clothing, the black tank top and the partially untied apron, were beginning to feel like uncomfortable barriers, keeping you from feeling every inch of Loki.

Your hips gyrated with his movements as he pushed you closer and closer to your anticipated climax. He was drawing this out and you knew it. Before Loki, you had never met a man who got off on eating pussy this much. Loki, however, lived for it.

“Loki! I’m close- I’m gonna cum-” You panted, pulling on his hair which caused him to release a moan that vibrated through your pussy.

Loki did not bother coming up for air to encourage your orgasm, he only quickened his movements. The entire kitchen faded into nonexistence around you as you came on his tongue and fingers. Loki never stopped as he worked you through your climax until the stimulation became too much. Your thighs loosened around his head as you began to wiggle away from him.

Thankfully, he took the hint and finally raised his head from between your shaking thighs, albeit reluctantly.

“Where did you go my darling?” He asks teasingly before helping you sit up in your dazed state.

“Valhalla, I think.” You giggled.

“That would only be the highest of compliments darling.” He chuckled before kissing you. The taste of your juices lingered on his tongue.

Loki placed more soft kisses on your face and neck as you turned to look at the remaining time on the oven. The last thing you wanted was to burn your hard work due to Loki’s sex drive, which was complimented by your own. Thankfully, there were twenty minutes left, more than enough time to finish what you started.

With a smirk, your hand ran down his torso to the hem of his shirt. Loki allowed you to lift the shirt slowly up his abdomen. Your eyes ran down his toned body, admiring his abs as they rippled with every deep, calculated breath he took.

“How are you always so perfect?” You mumble to yourself.

Loki lets out a bashful laugh, “I guess you haven’t fed me enough cake then.”

You raise the shirt up and over his head with his assistance, “You will always be perfect, no matter how much cake you eat.” You smile, appreciating his bare torso, now exposed to your hungry eyes.

Once his shirt is forgotten and on the floor, your hand ventures lower to the aching tent in his silk sleep pants. You gifted them to him on your anniversary, knowing how little they would hide when he was aroused.

Loki was beginning to run out of patience, you could tell when he snapped his fingers to disintegrate your tank top and apron with his magic.

“Those better be in one piece somewhere.” You give him a glare that is far from intimidating in his eyes.

“They are neatly folded in the bedroom. I suggest you don’t worry yourself.” He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Whatever you say, husband.” His title ran off your tongue like honey.

His hand lowered his waistband and took hold of his throbbing cock. He teased your entrance and ran the head up and down your slit, circling your clit whenever he ran over it.

“Hold on tight, wife.” He growls before breaching your entrance. No matter how many times Loki fucked you, you were always so wet and tight for him. Sex with Loki never gets old.

You shamelessly moan out his name as he immediately begins thrust in and out of your drenched cunt. Loki was far from a quiet lover, he was always right there with you, moaning and gasping your name along with profanities, both in english and norse. Despite being a frost giant, pure warmth radiated from his body as he held you close, as if you were about to be taken from him, as if he would ever let that happen. His thrusts started out slow, calculated, and hard as he took in the moment, appreciating your body as you offered it to him, a sacrifice to your god.

“Loki… more, please.” You moaned out for him, your hands exploring every part of his exposed skin.

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.” He growls in your ear, his teeth ghosting over your sensitive skin causing a shiver to shake your spine.

Loki’s thrusts became even slower to draw out his time with you. Your body was a drug to him, an unbridled weakness for a powerful god.

“Faster,” was all that you were able to mutter. Loki heard you loud and clear, his hands grip your hips possessively as his hips move at a quickened pace.

Your back arched to push your body closer to him. Loki buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving marks to show that you were his, as if the wedding ring wasn’t enough. He took in your scent, your heat, the salt on your skin from the thin layer of sweat that shone on it. The sound of your skin joining together with every thrust echoed through the kitchen. After he was pleased with his markings, Loki pulled away, allowing you to get a good look at his beautiful face. His cheeks were flushed, those dark, inky locks stuck to his forehead in strands. He was perfect, a bodily vessel truly fit to house the soul of a god.

“You are mine, all mine. Only I can have you like this.” He moaned out as he claimed you.

“Fuck yesss- Loki~” One of your hands held the nape of his neck as the other grasped his bicep.

His thrusts became sloppier as he began to lose his composure. His right hand went to play with your clit to help you get closer to the edge with him.

“Cum for me, I need you to cum on my cock.” His demand sounded more like a plea from his lips that trembled with pleasure.

“I am- fuck baby- I’m gonna cum.” You whine out, your cunt tightened around his cock, spasming with delight as you came for him.

“Fuck! That’s it darling, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He talked you through your high as he was about to reach his. Loki’s ego would always make you cum first.

Loki desperately moaned your name loud and clear and he spilled his cum inside of you. Your entire body, mind, and soul were in the palm of his hand.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute or two, heavy breaths were the only sound that filled the kitchen. Loki’s cock began to soften inside of you, his hand ran up and down your spine. He placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to hold him close to you. Being clingy wasn’t an issue if you both did it.

“Are you alright my darling?” He asks, concerned that you haven’t spoken.

“Of course, but I need to start making the icing, and the cakes will be done soon.” You pull away from him, “Can I have my clothes back?” You ask.

Loki laughs softly, pulling himself out of you. He proudly watched his seed leak from your hole. With a snap of his fingers, you are covered in a soft green sweater that fell just under your ass. Loki was still a cheeky bastard, however, and only summoned a pair of black, cotton panties to wear under it.

“Were you too weak to summon pants?” You tease once more.

“No. I just enjoy admiring those lovely legs of yours.” He smirks.

You laugh in amusement before jumping off of the counter to resume your baking.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you disinfect the counter thoroughly?” You ask him.

Loki still wore his cocky smirk with pride as he observed the spot on the counter where your coupling took place only a few minutes ago.

“Anything for my sweet baker.” He obeys before going to grab some cleaning supplies.

“Thank you, love.” You smile.

Loki couldn’t help the fact that his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, and he knew that it would continue to do so until the end of time.

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Thanks for reading

Sorry I have been so inactive but I am here to announce that my break is officially over! I may be a little rusty so this may have been kinda meh. Thanks to all of my supporters, you guys put the ink in my pen. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future projects! Also here is the recipe for the cake. I have made it myself and it is amazing.

Cake Recipe

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 7 months

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I have a Hazbin Hotel request :} pretty please

What about Sir Pentious x gn reader (platonic or romantic idc) where they're both rivals and fighting, but somehow find out that they've both ended up in the Hazbin Hotel at the same time...

omg! yes! i feel like i hardly ever see sir pentious stuff and he is so sweet. he definitely deserves more love and i hope i did this justice!

rating: PG

genre: fluffy-ish (just some bants and not really angsty)

characters: Sir Pentious x Reader (platonic but could be seen as a prelude to romance)

warnings: talk of turf wars, and use of the word fuck

You had finally gained ground on the terf war that was happening when Sir Pentious finally left, claiming he had a bigger and stronger enemy to lay siege to.

Your eyes rolled at that, but it wasn’t long until you were overwhelmed when a new team came in and wiped the area. You knew when to cut your losses so you left, angry that you had to retreat and loose that footing. You shook your head relaizing you didn’t have a place to sleep or anything when you passed by a store playing the radio and an ad came on talking about the Hazbin Hotel.

‘It’s not too far from here.’ You thought and started heading that way. It’s not like you bought into the whole redemption idea, but if it got you a bed for a while, what the hell. You finally come up to the door and knock. Surprised when the Radio Demon opens the door.

“A new patron, I assume?” He says.

“Ummm, yes?” You say, phrasing it more of a question. He lets you in and who you find out to be Charlie Morningstar bounds up to you and starts to get you checked in. You finally have your key and walk over to the bar, asking for a whiskey, neat, when you hear a gasp.

“My greatest foe! Has come to find me here. You wish to try and best me again in Battle!” You look straight ahead, not believing this.

“You have to be joking. You’re here too?” You ask as Husk slides you your drink.

“I am! You must have been searching for me I imagine! But I must disappoint you, I no longer do battle! My combat days are behind me, for I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Pentious explains.

“Well, it’s not like your villainy career was really workin’ out for ya Pents.” You say and sip your drink. “I can see why you’d retire old man.” You taunt him.

“I am not old! I think I am just two years older than you!” He exclaims, actually looking offended.

“2 years, 2 hours, 2 minutes… Still older. And since you are older, you could never beat me in combat so, I guess age isn’t everything is it snakey?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“Oh if I had my death ray right now…” Pentious says, absolutely seething.

“You’d what? Have it break down in the middle of the field and scream as others come at you with knives?” You say, referencing one time when Pentious’s invention failed on the field and it ended up in a disaster for him.

“IT WAS ONE TIME!” He exclaims.

“It only took one time too and I was able to claim that territory for myself.” You say smug.

“Where’s your territory now, hmmm? You wouldn’t be here if you had won.” Pentious says, sliding up to the bar, smirking.

“Fuck you.” You glare at him.

“I win!” He exclaims as he leaves, calling for his eggs so they may go to sleep.

“Good night to everyone except my mortal enemy, Y/N. I hope you DON’T have a good night.” He says at the top of the stairs.

“Oh, go fuck yourself!” You yell. Angel hears and adds on, “That the only action he’d be able to get!”

“Cheers to that!” You hold your cup up to Angel.

Charlie and Vaggie look at each other. “I think tomorrow may need to have two lessons on building friendships and talking to each other nicely.” Charlie says.

“Maybe throw in a ‘how to be friends when we were enemies in a turf war’ too.” Vaggie adds. Watching the lobby and taking in all the patrons.

“We have a lot of work to do then!” Charlie says dragging Vaggie to the board to plan out the next days activities with their new guest.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious #sir pentious x you #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious x reader #hazbin pentious #hazbin hotel pentious

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mmmmmmky · 22 days

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Thoughts on the Limbus Trailer for all My Adoring Fans (Ryoshu)(next post will be the others for isha to keep them separate)

RED EYES RYOSHUUUUUUUUUUU SHE IS SO GRHHAHHHHH PRETTY N COOL. RED MIST THINGIE THINGSSSS. EGO GIFTSSSS

RAGH

SHE IS SO FUCKING COOOOOOOLL THE LIL SPIDERS ON HERRR THE THE EVERYTHINGGGG I GOSHHHHH.

hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmmmmmm. guys she might be the red mist. but hmhmhm i wonder how this is bc obviously this isnt how it works in lob corp, you cant just dual wield if you are besties with the abno. But the connection is probably deeper seeing as to how ryoshus whole deal is with family and children and such. Also she is just really cool so she gets 3 weapons.

her itneraction and connection to these two is just really neat. One sin is also THE abno so hmhmhm. lots to be read into here that will be insaneeeee during her canto likely.

RAGHHHHHH FERAL RGAGAGH shes so coolll. delude hmmmm i wonder. also i am assuming its Skull Face and Spider Head her besties :) also also also, initial thoughts aside (s4? and s1)

brought to my attention by @ghost-of-yuri-past that this could be crumbling armor ego gift hmhmhmhmhmm. It seems like it but it could also just be her aura because of how FUCKING cool she is (i think its the armor)(she has a ton of ego gifts

hmhmhmhmhm. based off of how the aura is and how she has 4 skills what I am think is that there is a charge type mechanic maybe? she builds up something to get the s4, maybe they are doing more counter counters but i dont think they wouldddd. but hmmhmh for sure very interesting and for sure a very good uptie story. I wonder how her kit will be. Very blunt weapons but very slashy movements. I predict Blunt Wrath s1 Slash Lust s2 Blunt Wrath s3/4. I also feel like she will be very bind teamy (i know butler ryoshu is also techincally but hmmm maybe more so). self count bind as charge would be. Very interesting but also really annoying. Pentinece is white damage so she is sinking BAY BEEE (joke.

Bleed would be cool, ushering in the bleed season that is for sure coming hmm. Kay out, stay posted, ill be making another one for the other guys incase Isha is reading

#kay posting #limbus company #ryoshu #ryoshu lcb

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punsmaster69 · 11 months

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24/OCT/20XX

[There's some stickers attached to this page. Sparkly stars, fall-themed ones, dog ones, and some colorful hearts. In the corner, a blue and purple heart have been stuck next to each other. It looks like an attempt to remove them was made, as the blue heart has a small tear.]

"Here."

to my forearm: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my coat sleeve: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my hand: stick.

"..thanks."

"Here."

to my forehead: stick.

"......"

"gonna just paste 'em all on me?"

"Only the ugly ones."

"ok."

"cool."

frisk peeled off the stickers they didn't like, and stuck them to me instead.

"Here."

"..what is that one?"

"No idea."

to my shoulder: stick.

"awesome."

"I RETURN WITH MORE MARKERS!!"

"...WHY ARE YOU COVERING SANS IN STICKERS?"

"For fun."

"i'm gonna look great."

"Totally."

paps set the marker box on the floor and sat beside them.

"Here."

to papyrus' cheekbone: stick.

"OH! THANK YOU."

"..WHAT WAS IT?"

"Red star."

"looks cool."

he stuck a red heart to frisk's cheek in return.

"Hey, Sans."

" 'sup?"

"Got an empty spot in your journal?"

"haven't written anything but the date yet, so go ahead."

they stuck a purple heart to the top-right corner.

"SANS, LOOK AT ME FOR A SECOND."

the second i turned my face, he stuck a blue star to my cheek.

"NOW WE MATCH!"

"neat."

when i turned back, there was a blue heart stuck as close as possible to the purple already on the corner.

"......"

"They're friends."

".........."

"Don't peel them off! Just let it happen."

"...funny today, huh?"

"Always, actually."

flipped through the sticker sheets until i found the ugliest sticker i could.

to frisk's forehead: stick.

"....YOU TWO ARE BARELY EVEN DRAWING ANYMORE!"

——

"i'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 short."

"Shortest out of all of us."

"FLOWERY IS TECHNICALLY THE SHORTEST, ISN'T HE?"

"𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 shortest out of all of us."

"not too long ago, you were the same height, y'know."

"And now I'm taller!"

"by two inches."

"Three! I grew some more."

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEWFOUND HEIGHT!"

"...."

"you drew me that short too, bro?"

"SANS, I'M SORRY, BUT YOU ARE..."

"SPACE EFFICIENT."

"Fun-sized."

"CARRYING HEIGHT."

"i-i got it. thanks."

——

"It appears they had quite a bit of fun with stickers."

"paps got a ton stuck to him as well."

"I saw that!"

"..They were not 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much trouble, I hope."

"nah. they're fun to be around."

"the kid's grown a pretty sarcastic sense of humor."

"I could not 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 imagine where they have gotten it from."

"it's really a mystery."

"Truly.."

i twisted open the cap on my water bottle and took a sip.

"...."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?"

i choked on the water.

"I- I suppose that is a bit of a personal question. You do not have to answer, of course. It is just.."

"I think you would make for a good father."

"...."

"i'd be an awful influence."

"You have not been too bad of an influence for Frisk and Flowey."

"N-not to imply that you are their father."

"flowey would completely despise that."

"That's true."

"...even if i did want a kid, i'm a bit too old to start fresh."

"You are not too old."

"too old to 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 to start fresh. babies are needy."

"They take some getting used to, is all."

"now it just sounds like you're trying to convince me to have one."

"Ha!"

"OoooOoooo~ You would like to have a child so badd~"

"...."

"can i ask you a personal question, too?"

"Go ahead."

"are you into short guys?"

"Short guys....?"

"..Yes, I would say I am."

"Someone that is about.. three feet shorter than me would be perfect."

"Are you into tall ladies?"

"hmmm."

"yeah. i think i'd want a lady that towers over me."

"maybe by about.. three feet."

"....."

"Are you done yet? I finished my drawing like ten minutes ago."

tori jumped.

"Frisk! I apologize for making you wait, my child."

papyrus popped his head out the door.

"ARE YOU LEAVING? LET ME GIVE YOU A SHEET TO TAKE HOME!!"

he returned brandishing two fresh sheets of sparkly stickers.

"PLEASE GIVE ONE TO FLOWERY FOR ME."

"USE THEM WISELY!"

"and if you don't, we've still got more where that came from."

"Nice."

"..Thanks for chilling with me today."

"OF COURSE. ME AND SANS ARE DOWN TO 'CHILL' ANYTIME!"

"seeya, kiddo."

"Later!"

they waved and dashed down the stairs, across the lawn, and hopped into tori's car.

"GOODNIGHT, MS. TORIEL!"

"Goodnight, Papyrus."

he disappeared inside.

it was just me and tori left on the porch. frisk was too busy flipping through their stickers in the car to be paying attention.

i motioned for her to lean down.

removing a small candy from my coat pocket, i displayed it towards her on my palm.

"...?"

"it's a kiss."

"..Pfft."

"I will accept this kiss. Thank you."

"..come by again soon, ok?"

"I will be sure to."

——

she texted me a photo later that night.

it of was frisk, helping put a ton of stickers on flowey's pot.

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #frisk #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #frisk and sans #sans and frisk #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #toriel x sans

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melodyschaos · 2 years

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Papa, me want more Sapphire Polyweb

(Please, I'll bark if you want 🙏🙏🙏 (On god))

A/N: Ayo dw bestie I got you *shakes this post like a box of dog treats* Hmmm...y’know what? I’m gonna throw in my LGBTQ+ headcanons just because I think you guys are neat. You guys tell me what your headcanons are in the tags! I would LOVE to see them!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The spider demons and Mayor had all been enjoying a rather peaceful afternoon. Even the Mayor wasn’t as cryptidly scary as usual. As so often happens when the day is quiet, an odd question was brought up by Y/N. “Would you guys love me if I came out as a different gender identity?”

Syntax looked up from his book with a raised eyebrow. “Y/N, I have said before I enjoy your eccentricities, but I have to ask where in the world this came from? Why would we discriminate against gender indentities.”

“I ‘unno, I just...I mean...I get that you’re a bunch of demons and a Mayor but...it kinda struck me that you never know.”

From her spot laying on the couch the Spider Queen’s head slowly lifted. “Honey, did...did we never tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

The Mayor let out a loud laugh. “How silly of me! And to think it never came up in conversation. Well, dear Y/N, please allow me to be the first. You face no discrimination because none of us truly fit the genders we were assigned at birth, you see.”

Y/N looked a bit confused. “Hang on- how did this never come up before now? What if I’d been misgendering you guys?”

The Spider Queen spoke first. “Tell you the truth I just didn’t think of it. What with bein’ a demoness and having the power to alter my appearance it doesn’t come up often...Syntax, Goliath, and I all underwent transition surgeries. Myself being transfeminine, of course.”

Y/N looked to the other two, who both nodded confirmation. Syntax said, “With the ability to manufacture robots that can forcefully turn humans into spider slaves, perfecting transitional procedures that were much more efficient was rather easy. And before you ask, though I did undergo surgery to appear more masculine I find that I best identify as a Neoboy...although I think Neoman sounds much better.”

Goliath chimed in, “I’m transmasc, Syntax said I must have gotten my testosterone from Silverback gorillas.”

“It must be true what with the absolute size of you.”

Before this could continue, Y/N turned to Huntsman who was cleaning his favorite throwing knife. “Do you feel comfortable sharing?”

He looked up from his work and shrugged. “Technically I was hatched a male, but I ‘unno...I don’t always feel like one, if that makes sense. I mean, I know I’m a man, but also I don’t feel attached to what people *say* being a man is like, and I feel more masculine than the feeling of...not. If that makes sense, After Syntax gave me several essays on identities, I figured out Demiboy fits me best.” The last sentence was said with a glare directed at Syntax, who paid him no heed.

“It was that or have you continue to be confused and frustrated, I would think you would thank me instead of being so grumpy.”

The Mayor cut between the two, stopping any argument that could arise. “And that leaves me! Of course I have always presented myself as a man, and I was born such, however...I have simply found that I much prefer the feeling of agender in comparison. I am not completely detached from having a gender, I believe a part of me is always masculine. For this reason I personally chose the label Libramasculine. So you see, dear Y/N, you would face no judgement here among us. And of course should you wish to question your gender we would be more than happy to assist you.”

Y/N gave them all a smile. “That’s reassuring to hear. I have been having some questions lately...I just haven’t figured out...y’know how to really explore that.”

The Spider Queen instantly got up from the couch. “If nothin’ else I say we start with clothes, it’d be better than sittin’ around. I’ll go dig in my closet, there has to be somethin’ closer for your size to try on...”

Y/N clapped their hands in excitement. “Fashion show! Fashion show!! I wanna try on all of you guys’s outfits!!!”

The Mayor laughed and rubbed Y/N’s head. “All I have is formal wear, but of course I will need assistance...” He turned to the three spiderlads with that terrifying smile. They all looked terrified but knew that if it was Y/N’s happiness on the line they would suffer through it...

Throughout the afternoon the most splendid of fashion shows were held, with Y/N getting to try on Huntsman’s jacket, Syntax’s coat, Spider Queen’s dresses, Goliath’s t-shirts (even if they were so big they could barely fit), and the Mayor’s suits and ties. All around a fun experience.

#lmk x reader #lmk sapphire polyweb #lmk sapphire polyweb x reader #lmk mayor x reader #lmk x reader polycule #lmk spider queen x reader #lmk syntax x reader #lmk huntsman x reader #lmk goliath x reader #lmk lgbtq+

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chibishortdeath · 10 months

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Fuck it, Simon Belmont, because why not you basically themed your blog after him

You don’t have any specific numbers, so I’m just answering every question >:3c mwahahaha—

1. “Why do you like this character”:

A lot of reasons!!! First off, most of his games are super fun and some of my favorite platformers just in general. I replay CV1, Simon’s Quest, and SCV4 most often cause they’re a real joy to play! I also absolutely LOVE Simon’s story, I’ve considered making comics about it if I could ever get out of recent art block whoops, even though I’ve seen many people say he doesn’t have one (´TωT｀). His designs are really cool, he’s got great music in his games, there’s just a lot to love and I’ll explain more in detail in other questions.

2. “Favorite canon thing?”

I really like the concept that he looks up to Christopher as this legendary hero and then ends up considered the same kind of legendary hero by Juste and others after him. It’s pretty ironic, kinda bittersweet, especially after being hated for so long. Castlevania loves its cycles like that. Also just Simon’s Quest in general, I love that game.

3. “Least favorite canon thing?”

Ooo that’s very hard. There’s kinda a lot of things about him that aren’t explained or confirmed, especially personality wise, but I kinda like that in a way cause it leaves room for interpretation and whatnot. Idk hmmm. I’m gonna go with Grimoire of Souls in general. I had some hopes for it, but it ended up being kinda lame. A lot of the characterization was weird and don’t even start me on things like the Cursed Whip theory being in there 💀. So I just choose to ignore it and not consider it canon.

4. “If you could put this character in another media, what would it be?”

I have thought about drawing him as if he was a character in other series for ages lol. I’ve already drawn him as a Pokémon trainer, I’ve thought about drawing Castlevania and Soul Eater crossovers before, and I tried drawing him in the style of Resident Evil 1 but could not get the art style down. Idk put him in Fortnite or something that’d be funny we already got Solid Snake so Konami has been in talks with them I guess X,,,,,,,,,,D

5. “What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think of them?”

Probably either Simon’s Theme (of course lol) or Bloody Tears, but I do wanna mention that I have a YouTube playlist of songs I wanna make Simon animations with eventually (alas animation is HARD).

6. “What’s something you have in common with the character?”

Mostly negative things unfortunately d(;w; ). Like self comparison, doubt in my own abilities, trouble making and keeping friends, etc etc. Although a lot of these are based on assumptions and interpretations, as a lot of him usually is. Simon does have a really similar hair color to me on the NES box art tho so that’s cool.

7. “What’s something the fandom does with this character that you like?”

There’s a lot of really nice art of him!!! Usually portraits, but sometimes there’s other doodles and whatnot too :3. Cool fan redesigns too! I also have seen a lot of neat headcanons, a lot of which I’ve adopted. I also appreciate the Captain N reunion stuff for the most part, it’s pretty wholesome.

8. “What’s something the fandom does with this character that you don’t like?”

I’ve seen a lot of comics, especially around when Smash Bros Ultimate came out, that were really… weird. I think all of them could kinda be boiled down to “old = bad” in the way that the artists probably just found out he was from the 1600s and then decided to make him the Boomer to Richter’s Gen Z for whatever reason (ya know despite Richter being from the 1700s but anyway). Simon would either be the jerk in the situation and/or the butt of the joke. I don’t think that Simon would have any issue with any of the female characters’ outfits let alone start harassing them for it. I saw some comics that made fun of him for not speaking very much in some genuinely disgusting ways too. Like making him not able to read or practically just the generic caveman stereotype. Especially in cases where the artist would depict other silent NES protagonists really nicely after making Simon out to be a complete idiot and asshole. There was also the trend of making him generally be all “oh no witchcraft!!!!!!!!!! What sin!!!!!!! The horror!!!!!!!!” about like anything and everything. I guess a lot of this comes from Smash Bros fans not usually being fans of Castlevania, but I’ve seen it in the Castlevania fandom too just less frequently. There’s also the “Simon has no story” thing oof. I’ve seen people tell people to skip his games or play fan games instead before :(

9. “Could you be roommates with this character?”

Realistically, no, my room is too small for another person :(. If that wasn’t an issue, then yeah probably :).

10. “Could you be best friends with this character?”

I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO—

11. “Would you date this character?”

No, he’s probably married, generally feels more like a bestie, and I’m aroace lol

12. “What headcanon do you have for this character?”

Too many oh my god. I think he probably makes things. That’s a very vague sentence lol, but think like armor, knives, general woodworking, all his necklaces and headbands and stuff, etc. He generally seems like he keeps to himself and lives mostly alone, so I can see him doing all that by himself. He keeps some bones and teeth of things he hunts most of the time. A lot of people have him as the most super Christian of the family, but I see him as like Christian but really not organized or strict about it, if that makes sense? I’ve seen someone else describe the Belmonts as like “Christopagan” before and yeah I think that fits. Idk why but I have consistently drawn him with his cross necklace in his mouth sometimes. I headcanon him as semiverbal (I think that’s the correct term for it, basically like inbetween speaking and nonspeaking). I like to think he’s like really average height for the 1600s cause he’s about as tall as other townspeople and skeletons and stuff. Which is funny cause that’d make him like 5’5-5’7 ish and that’s kinda short in modern day lol. And I guess that makes his 8bit sprite being used all the time make more sense XD. I have way more, I didn’t even get into Simon’s Quest related ones, but I don’t wanna make this too long aaaaaaaaaaaa

13. “What’s an emoticon that reminds you of the character or you think they’d use a lot?”

Ok this is funny cause I actually do have one for this and it’s got context. It’s the “:3”. So I was watching a bunch of people’s playthroughs one night cause I was bored and ran into a channel with a toooooon of speedruns of maps from Harmony of Despair. Whenever they’d get to a boss battle they’d use the typing feature just to go “hi” with a different cutesy emoticon every time, but when they got to Dracula they specifically went for the “hi :3” and then went “oh no :(“ when Dracula started attacking and now that’s the way I think he’d text I guess.

14. “Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character”

How does one properly explain how much this guy slays in one aesthetic term—

15. “What’s your favorite ship for this character?”

Oooooo, in canon probably like his wife (Selena) and/or the Mysterious Woman (who could be the same character depending on what theories you go by), but outside of that Simon Belmont x Getsu Fuma and I can’t even explain exactly why, but it’s pretty cute.

16. “What’s your least favorite ship for this character?”

Any BelmontXBelmont shipping ugh, it’s unfortunately really common on some places… also the whole Lucas or Pit or whatever other child character thing the smash bros fandom had ugh. I guess I also just don’t see the appeal of shipping any of the Belmonts with Dracula.

17. “What’s a ship you don’t hate but it’s not your favorite?”

I’ve also seen people ship him with Solid Snake, Palutena, or Bayonetta before. Ummm he doesn’t really have a lot of other characters he’s shipped with tbh. Idk I saw someone ship him with one of the priests from Simon’s Quest once.

18. “Relationship in canon you admire?”

Unfortunately he doesn’t really talk to people enough in game to form canon relationships 😔

19. “Relationship in canon you don’t like?”

I don’t even know if I can answer this one for the same reasons as the above 💀💀💀. I guess the townspeople hating the hell out of him, but I don’t hate that cause it’s kinda integral to the plot???? Yeah idk lol

20. “What character is the ideal best friend for this character?”

Simon and Shanoa would get along a lot I think. Sara too. Hmmmm… I think he and Alucard would probably also be good friends. Christopher too for many reasons. Simon just really needs friends my poor dude is out here in Dracula’s Castle and the Romanian countryside after being cursed alone like this poor guy :’(

21. “If you’re a fic writer, what’s your favorite thing to do when writing this character? What’s something you don’t like?”

I have not written much at all, however what small comics I have done I looooove to make sure to sprinkle in whatever symbols he has in the games into it. He has a lot of cool things ranging from like rose thorns to The Hanged Man card and a lot of them end up meaning things like martyrdom and whatnot idk I made a post about it a while ago :3. I also like specifically Simon’s Quest speculation stuff, like what if scenarios for the vague, left open spots of it. If it’s not something super angsty or lore heavy, it’s usually just wholesome character interactions or doodling him being comforted by Christopher or Trevor cause I was sad or something lol. As far as things I don’t like writing uh idk that’s hard, maybe just any kind of filler scenes cause I’m not very good at those oof. Dialogue is hard too 💀💀💀

22. “If you’re a fic reader, what’s something you like/don’t like to see in fics?”

I’ve mentioned a lot of things I don’t like seeing in uh question 8, but things I do like is when people really try to go full horror with him. I’ve seen some Simon’s Quest fics (sadly there’s very few :’3) that really try to get that same feeling of anxiousness and dread the game does and I love that honestly. It’s a really dark story in the series! I also saw one that went psychological horror with it with him kinda losing himself a little at night it’s just ough it’s cool :D! Simon is a horror protagonist! Make him afraid!!!

23. “Favorite picture of this character?”

Again, too many!!! X3

24. “What other character from another fandom reminds you of them?”

Not from fandoms I am in (yet, hopefully I’ll get into these), but Ragnvaldr from Fear and Hunger I’ve heard is just directly inspired by him and Alfred from Bloodborne also, to me, seems heavily inspired by him. The whole Vilebloods section seems very Castlevania inspired tbh. From other fandoms I’m in, that’s hard to say, there’s not really any I don’t think.

25. “What was your first impression of this character, is it the same as now?”

Well I got into Castlevania through Smash Bros and at first was completely indifferent about him, he was just kinda fun to play as. Then Richter got me to play SotN and actually get into the series more. I had no idea I had SotN on XBOX360 for a long time, but that made it pretty easy to start playing. And now I am absolutely hooked and Simon is my favorite character so uh yeah X3.

26. “Freebie!”

I guess I just say anything? Ok, I am currently half trying to cosplay Simon’s Simon’s Quest design rn! I have like everything but the armor, but I’ll have to wait a while to be able to get materials for it oof. But yeah :). Hopefully that works out.

Ok yeah that’s pretty dang long wow, but yeah, thanks for the ask!!!! I am happy to rant about Simon anytime :3

#castlevania #castlevania games #text post #simon belmont #asks #ask game #yay! Simon :3 #I feel like I could probably go on even longer with other questions but uh yeah #more reason to do more of these ask things they’re fun :)#incoherent rambling #idk if I should put a cut somewhere in this cause WOW that is LONG jesus #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk #I should post some of the Simon and Fuma art I have sometime when I’m not feeling weirdly self conscious about it—

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tpwkwriter · 2 years

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Puppies and Polaroids.

Day 12 of my 12 days of Xmas concept!!!!! 🫶🏼 thank you so, so much for reading these, the appreciation I have goes on and on.

Happy holidays and Christmas too all that celebrate ❤️🎄

It’s Christmas Day and both the couple endure in surprises.

— — — — —

Harry normally wasn’t phased about Christmas, as long as his loved ones were happy and surrounding him he didn’t normally mind.

But being with y/n was different, despite y/n and him being both nearing there 30s, with y/n he felt like a kid once again. Y/n was always on top on her Christmas wrapping, the decorations were always colour coordinated and neatly in a pile under the tree all finished by December 20th, with a touch of y/n things felt better.

It was currently 7am Christmas Day, the touch of snow could be seen on the grass, the hazy sun lazily shining through the windows, it felt like Christmas.

H finalised the girls pile of presents and left them in a neat pile by the tree. With a certain special present in his arms. “Should we go wake y’mum, now hey?” He said cuddling the tiny brown puppy closer “she’s gonna love you buddy”

When he slowly walks up the stairs with the precious creature clutched to his chest, he couldn’t wait for her reaction, from day 1 H always knew that she wanted a dog, and with y/n working from home he agreed it would keep her company when he wasn’t home too.

The door being slightly agape, it gave her the perfect view of his lovie still huddled into the mount of fluffy blankets.

Without a word he gently kneels on the carpeted floor, with luck his love turned over still laced with sleep. “C’mon wake her up buddy” he said gently placing the puppy down next to her pillow, the small creature started to sniff at the girls face. “Baby what y’doing” she giggles eyes still shut, her hands pry at what she thinks is her boyfriend, but what causes her a shock is that it’s a small fluffy thing.

Her eyes Swiftly open at the touch, “oh my god” she beamed sitting up leaning against the headboard. “Y’for real” she smiled “hey baby” she squealed picking up the fluffy companion and holding it to her chest “merry Christmas m’darling” he said kneeling up and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Thank you baby honey” she said eyes remaining on the puppy in her arms. “S’no worries, he loves you already hmmm” “Should we go downstairs, want you to open your gifts!!” The girl excitedly mentioned “likewise” the boy smiled.

With the faint sound of Christmas songs in the background, one was of y/n’s favourite part of Christmas was about to commence, “c’mon open up!! We want to see what you’ve got” the girl exclaims with the puppy still curled up in her lap. Harry reaches for the first present on top of the pile, a small box shape. “Jus’ wanna point out, none of my presents can y’know compare too a puppy or 7 nights in Paris, and for that M’sorry” she blushed, and yes for her 26th birthday he took her for Paris for 7 nights. “Hey, hey none of tha’” he said taking her hand from her lap “your all I need, don’t need no fancy trip or million pound gift, s’why I spoil you, y’deserve it like no other” he says eyes remaining on hers “but that’s why I feel bad when I can’t spoilt y” before she could finish her sentence, as she was interrupted with a sweet crashing kiss on her lips. “As I’ve said I do not care, now let me open my presents y’tease” he giggled carefully peeling apart the wrapping paper, and there revealed a small square box, slowly opening the lid revealed a medium instax Polaroid camera.

It was hard to gift someone who had almost everything so y/n resorted to buying things that matched his aesthetic and personal style, she thought a Polaroid sitting next to his vinyl collection made sense in the girls mind, she also thought it could double as a gift for her, often taking sweet candid photos of H was her favourite, so having them be printed easily made her heart happy. “Hope y’like it..y’hard to buy for sometimes” “hey hey, it’s beautiful” he says picking it up and finding a way of working it “hey, it’s beautiful, easy to sneaky pics as-well” he winks, after a few moments and the carpet clad in wrapping paper and gift tags. *snap* the newly unwrapped Polaroid clicked. “Y’just take a snap of me” the girl blushed “yeah..s’good one too, let’s get one together?” Without a word in exchange she and the puppy following behind her she sat joined her boyfriend (very closely) on the sofa and agreed to take some shots with the new camera.

“That one’s adorable” she said pointing out one of the Polaroid pictures, the photo was y/n holding the camera and leaning her back on her boyfriends chest with the special 4 legged creature sleeping on y/n’s chest. “Look at us, our little family” y/n said in a smiley pout, using her free hand to stroke the pup, “thank you for such a lovely morning, m’always gonna remember today” she says using her other hand to rest in his exposed thigh. “It’s all worth m’love, s’been amazing” he said kissing the top of the girls forehead. “Welcome to the family little buddy” he says to the little pup “still haven’t named it him yet” the girl giggles.

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#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #my fic writing #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #12 days of xmas concept #12 days of ficmas

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Record Mirror interview with Ralf Hütter, conduced by Mark Cooper (1982)

I mean, let's start with the obvious, and perhaps the funniest thing about this interview. The photo on the first page is of Florian and they spelled 'Ralf' as 'Ralph' underneath it, despite the fact it's spelled correctly everywhere else. Some poor editor wasn't too interested, it seems... anyway!

"Ralf Hütter is the voice of Kraftwerk. He writes the words and gives the interviews, talking in the kind of perfect English which no English person can manage... Ralf is small and precise, giving an overwhelming impression of neatness. Like Kraftwerk, he likes a joke. Bad puns are his favorite and he underlines them with his eyebrows as if to explain, "I make joke" ... Polite and shy, Ralf is extremely reasonable and pleasantly ponderous -- like German bread."

Mark Cooper gives a strange first impression of Ralf, which I suppose isn't all that strange in itself for a Kraftwerk interview. First considering the header ("I'm not nuts," is he or isn't he?) which leads you to suspect Ralf is actually unusual, then being described as "ponderous" and "normal to the point of being weird," Cooper appears to have something of a grudge against him. In fact he admits to it, writing that "A part of me is convinced he's quite mad, another that he's dangerous," which... okay? I can't conceive of any reason why interviewers keep bringing up this concern of Ralf (and Florian) being dangerous somehow, whether that's in reference to the way they use their instruments or in their own persons, besides being a bit sensationalist. Kraftwerk was something new, something unlike anything else, and the members presented themselves in a very manicured and un-sensational way... so you have to make something up. Being clinically precise and intimidating fit right into both the German stereotype and idea of being robotic.

Which isn't to say it's all bad. Cooper also describes Ralf as having a sense of humor, which he acknowledges Kraftwerk incorporates into their music, and that he's polite, rather pretty, intelligent, and earnest. Ralf has nerves -- he's "Germanically human." Well, enough about the people, what about the music?

"In love with machines, Kraftwerk spends a good deal of time extolling a world in which humans would live happily and equally with machines and just about as much time portraying a world of frightening uniformity in which humans, like 'The Model,' have lost any individuality and become as machines"

Hmmm... This interview is from 1982, so through the album Computerworld. While rough, I feel, in description, it's right to say there's a split between Kraftwerk's depiction of machines as friend and foe. Computerworld especially explores the imminent use of computer technology to monitor citizens, but also revels in the possibilities of everyone having their own personal computing machine (I'm composing, I'm controlling || I beam myself into the future!). This isn't a new sentiment from them. Ich bin Ihr Deiner und Ihr Herr zugleich...

"Their music extols order to a point beyond the classical, to a point where I sometimes wonder whether the record's stuck, all the while evoking one constant emotion, loss."

I have to admit, when I first listened to Kraftwerk albums I also thought they could be repetitive. Now I hear them differently, through a lens of biased love and admiration, so.. well... anyway, I have to agree wholeheartedly with Cooper's last line there. Yes, Kraftwerk's music is uniquely melancholy. It's the best word for it, a sadness you can't really place. In hindsight, 'loss' could be a good word, the loss of a dreamed future that never came to be. Then, perhaps, the loss of a present reality which was freer and less monitored. Trans-Europe Express is so achingly romantic you can't help but let the post-card views flash through your mind, marred here and there with bombshell craters. And Radio-Activity... that needs its own post.

"I ask Ralf if he thinks he's normal. The question seems to shock him"

Well I should think so. asshole. Cooper says Ralf's being either 'clever or naive,' which is 'just like Kraftwerk.' Unfortunately I think he's right again because Ralf does admit to feeling out of place when he was a kid and I mean, he's never wanted to incorporate himself or his projects into the mainstream, really. Kraftwerk never worked with another band/artist to make music. Ralf openly explains that the aesthetics and values of Kraftwerk should remain distinctly separate from the flashiness of rock n roll, that Kraftwerk began to define their own (and Germany's own) type of music, specifically to break way from the popular anglo-American scenes.

Ralf: "I was out of touch with others... But since we made Kraftwerk and discovered our productivity by making our own music and pushing off the old classics, we found our normalcy. We closed ourselves in and started the Kling Klang studio and asked, 'Where are we? What do we want to play? What is happening?' Now we're social workers, we have a holistic approach to our work."

Alright. I'll skip the armchair psychology but finding normalcy by closing yourself off from the world and doing it your own way... then there's the disregard of 'old classics' which might be a bit of arrogance coming through because I know for a fact Kraftwerk admires the work of many influential past artists, though he may just mean they were throwing off the shackles of expectation and formulae.

"Kraftwerk are more like some weirdo's notion of the normal than the scruffy, day-to-day normality that most of us endure. Ralf: "It's very basic and so very honest. You can't call it anything else but work."

When I go to hell there'll be a Kraftwerk journalist tied to a chair and a demon will hand me a baseball bat or other blunt instrument. Or maybe that's heaven? Anyway stop being so mean. Even if you're correct. Or be more accurate -- I wouldn't say Kraftwerk is truly trying to look "normal." Their aesthetics are polished and purposeful, as much a message as any punk rock group wearing patched-up secondhand leather jackets. The people behind Kraftwerk aren't supposed to be part of the spectacle, really -- they're made almost to blend in with their machines, appear the same as each other, give the impression of mechanical perfection as much as human care to human sense of style. None of which is overwhelmingly normal to me. But yes, they look more 'normal' with their shirts and slacks than traditional bands, and yet much neater than your average person on the street.

Then there's Ralf's philosophy on work. Musikarbeiter.

Ralf: "We are suggesting that people re-think their whole working situation, co-operate with one another and become productive. This is how work should be whether you are a musician, a journalist or a dentist."

A little ironic for the guy who just said he closed himself off to work on his music. But there's three other people in the Kling Klang Studio at that time, so, point still stands? He really wants the perception that he and the other members of Kraftwerk are workers, and derides the common notion of what working is. Ralf calls it slavery, says that the promise of a holiday doesn't excuse ten months of hard and unfulfilling work. But he and the other Twerkers, if you will, go into the studio for 'eight to ten hours a day, each shift,' so what gives? Like he said earlier, they do holistic work. Kraftwerk defines its own way forward instead of 'conforming,' as Cooper writes, and it would be better for everyone if the working world allowed for human expression and creativity, the ability to experience art in a way more than superficially observing it, if people could build from the ground up instead of scaffold the crumbling foundation. Well now that's very nice, if it were feasible. Cooper writes that "In insisting that they are workers like everybody else, they only succeed in making 'work' glamorous -- their work." And I have to agree to an extent. Yes, making music is work, and yes, making music is an occupation far removed from the realities of the average working man. It's easy to say from the outside how things should be, and I don't mean to say Ralf is wrong -- capitalism is hell -- but I always that the sentiment was a little self-important. What I'm doing is ideal.

"I tell him that, in the context of pop, remaining faceless is inevitably just another ploy, a means of making people more interested in them than less. Kraftwerk are in danger of becoming a gimmick. Kraftwerk pretend to reduce their making of pop music to the level of all health jobs."

I won't speak too much to this point because I constantly chide myself for finding the members of Kraftwerk fucking fascinating, precisely because I know just enough to be curious and not enough to stop speculating.

Ralf: "We were always very rhythmical. We always hated 'electronic' music whose connotations were intellectual only. We introduced the body to electronic music." And the heart? "The heart is a muscle so you could say we introduced the muscle." This is one of Ralf's jokes.

I'd like to know what electronic music he's referring to here, because I know that Karl is a big fan of Stockhausen, whose music I wouldn't necessarily dance to at the club. Also I just really like the quote about introducing the body to electronic music, because it's very close to the man-machine concept and it's kinda hot

"Unfortunately this attitude isn't reflected in Kraftwerk's own stage show in which the four figures of Kraftwerk operate their studio onstage while their audience stare on in awe and, mostly, in silence."

This is supposed to be calling out hypocrisy. It refers to how Ralf is quite comfortable in discos because there's no real ego to it and 'the spotlight is on everybody.' Then again, how on earth are you supposed to do a live show otherwise? And I think the whole 'looking so normal it's weird' thing we talked about earlier was supposed to alleviate some of the attention, too.

Ralf: "We are very anarchic, or rather, maybe we are what comes after chaos. And our machine-like state is maybe a step to being born in a new society. By bringing machines back to life again, we make them our friends. We treat them cooperatively as an equal part of the working process."

Wont lie "Maybe we are what comes after chaos" goes hard as hell. Because it's almost true, with how he's always talking about rebuilding a cultural life after it was destroyed by WW2. And then I'd like to interpret the machines as friends as almost a 'keep your enemies closer' type of thing. Computers and technology are an inevitable counterpart of human life and work, so best to get to know them now before they're too complex to comprehend. Keep them friendly, domesticated, in the interest of good.

Ralf: "Being brought up in Germany, there's not much that anyone can tell us about order. Order in Germany wasn't invented by the Nazis -- it was there before and it continues afterwards."

He said shut the hell up for once about the Nazis I'm tired of hearing the same question over again

"And yet there is something dubious about this new world, something cynical and overarranged, something altogether too healthy.. Ralf: "We're not interested in alcohol and other forms of darkening your mind... otherwise you're just abusing yourself. We have done this but now we have more confidence in the things we do." "An order beyond the older order, a simple and productive world of clean humans and clean machines."

I can tell you right goddam now that Ralf is being pretentious because Karl definitely wrote about getting quite drunk and wondering how Ralf could maintain such self-control. So the 'we' in his quote or more of a 'me.' On what Cooper writes: again, it's that melancholia just now mixed with his own reservations. Ralf is presenting a very orderly picture (which isn't quite reality) and I can imagine it may be disconcerting to hear in conjunction with music which, when first released, sounded beyond computerized, although after his mention of Nazis I feel his description is getting a little too referential.

Ralf: "In Germany there is a saying, 'If your morals are ruined, you can live quite easily.' The word 'morality' implies a certain codex from Hollywood and we work outside that. In German music we are observers, more concerned with mechanics and realism."

Kraftwerk's music never paints a clear picture (except for the condemnation of nuclear energy, although after the original release of Radio-activity which had no such decision) of the subjects it discusses. It leaves you guessing, it leaves you thinking, it makes you do the work. American media hates that. American media wants a good guy and a bad guy, demands a clear moral picture (Hays Code, anybody?) and as such limits what the public consumes, because artists can get blocked at the door. Of course, it's not just American media, but we're naming Hollywood here, and I'm thinking of modern Disney too.

Ralf: "We are not macho or anything, we are more androgynous."

Very swag ☑️ Electronic waves are an androgynous medium, after all... and to be real, this is an important part of Kraftwerk's aesthetic. The humans aren't supposed to be important, so who cares what they are? Kraftwerk separates itself as much as possible from anglo-American music scenes, so the forceful masculinity that's often perpetrated is thrown out the window. Androgyny and ambiguous messages in their music go hand-in-hand.

#inaugural post #hoo rah...#interview commentary

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lifeisamaze · 3 months

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CGK (2)

Some may asks, why do such a brief moment could leave a giant print in your heart? (Well,nobody asked. Never tell anyone about my problems,except J. Told hani but it is just because i had to go cgk with her 😂. This is the reasons why i need a journal. I need to empty my brain every now and then to keep me sane) OK, back to the question. Simple. It is something you longed for your whole life. And it's happening! This is the reason why i decided to write it in a journal. I'm afraid one day when i wake up, the memories are fading and i thought it was a dream.

Well, now it's the second day in CGK. Starting my day with 'pemandangan indah di pagi hari' went to his house early in the morning so we could go to work together. He.... Welcomed me..... TOPLESS!!! Glad the pants is on. Or i wish it is not? HAHAHAAHA. Ok, serious mode. First things that i noticed: electronic cigar n Ash tray. I thought he quitted? But didnt asked anything tho. Dont ask something people doesnt want to tell you. Next : piles of laundry. Cant help myself not ironing them. Its the least I can do, it might help him for another few days ahead. When i stood in the centre of the room, with this thought in my head, he approached me. I unconsciously hugged him 🫣😶‍🌫️ he told me, my friends are coming down soon. Malunya smpe ke ubun2 wakk 🤣🤣 so embarassing! Ck!

While doing the laundry, apparently he put decolgen n panadol on my backpack. 🥹 si pendiam yg perhatian sekali sih ternyataaaa. He didnt say anything too, just simply put it there. 😭😭 so so sweeetttt. The next sweet thing :koper juga uda masuk mobil ternyata! 🤣 amazing! No talk, action only! 😂😂

next, breakfast. Stopped by Indomaret to get coffee he said. But he sneaked out to ATM. 🤣🤣 caught him in action. What is wrong with going to ATM? 😂😂 my wallet almost empty everyday 🤣🤣 heading to mie bagan yutek. it is the first time i have it and i love it. 😂 my tastebud is more to savory sweet and this one match my preference. Things that i noticed from him while eating : freaking neat 🤭 one of Virgo traits, as bert is also like that. He wiped his table when a single drop of the soup spilled. 🤣 is he nervous or he is actually like that? The way he sit and eat also catch my attention 🫠 when i talk to him while he is eating, he didnt lift up his body or head but only his eyes and eyebrow and his mouth is full of food but stop munching 😂😂 he did that most of the time when we were eating. He eats slow, while me, eating like hungry shark 😂 i always eat quick, no time to lose! 😂

done with the food, he sent me to serpong, park his car anddddddd... He did sth i didnt expect at all. Shocked and blushed of course! 😳😳😳😳 he did it once before, that was quick and very light one. This oneeee., hmmm.. A bit more powerful than before but still short. 😂 understandable, since it is in a broad daylight, public places, needs lot of courage to do so 😂 im so nervous and avoid eye contact with him 😂😂

Skipped to the evening, he came to fetch us after work, send us to have dinner and go play soccer. Highlight : this silly fangirling thing I have, im happy to be able to hold and hug his backpack 😂😂 girl! Come on! 🫨🫨 then another highlight, he gave me an orange. 😂 so random! I kept it and eat it after I reached home.

After dinner, get back to hotel, prepare for ajeb2, me being pickup by his friends, awkward situation actually, but I'm mastering the art of breaking the ice . Talked a lot to them and after we reached there, si anak bauk kencur ini, didnt know that nobody, NOBODY brings backpack to club 🤣 Yok has asked me do i need to leave the backpack in the car. But i insist, I'll carry it. LOL.

Then while waiting for him, I talked a lot, drank a lot, but good things is, yok keeps reminding me to drink water to keep me sober. After a while, finally J came! He sits right next to me, looking at me with this look. Arghh! I meltttt🫠🫠🫠 rasanya pengen kuterkam 😂😂 then of course after dison come, he keep pouring drink for me and asked for toast. The moment i realized i started to drunk is when i stood up next to J and cant control myself for not hugging him and start sniffing his neck 😂 i feel aroused by the music's beat but then i tried to sober up and go back to my seat. Not long after, i asked him to go back to the hotel. He drove so fast. Me, scared to death and sober up instantly 🤣

The rest of the night will be off the record. Too many highlights i wish i could write here. Okay, spilling one of them : 내 인생에서 가장 긴 키스를 했어요. I just cant stop. 😂 everything is so lovey dovey, leaving me sweet memories, perfect image of him and now, he turned out to be like this, hmm.. I just cant relate. Which one is the real J? I have warned him for not being too sweet but he ended up bewitching me. Ck!

Okay. That is day two sums up. Maybe tomorrow for day 3?

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the-corset-witch · 3 months

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Writing Vault

The Familial grouping has come with a new template, and has gone very successfully. Since changing how I rotate through adding information, I have been adding information rather rapidly and world-building. It's pretty neat how it's all coming together, but some of my maintained indexes are out of date now. I don't want to slow down my momentum to update them, so I'm foregoing them for now. Perhaps it is worth entertaining that they hinder the process. I went and updated them roughly when I began building this decade of lore (we're picking sides in a feud!) and maybe that's what I'll keep doing, update them every decade or major event or something.

On my graph I have begun to show Humans as their own color. This is so as the feud begins to take off, I can track a smaller faction in the Humans. I am also going to attempt to tag, or otherwise keep track who is on what side of the feud as we begin to really dig into the sides.

While that is all happening, we are building magical teachings and skill. This is an explosive decade for all kinds of development, but we've recently gotten our writing system down, so now we're going to use it for stuff!! This also calls into question who is Literate and who is Not, so I am thinking of beginning to use several tags.

Since tags can be nested, and since certain characters are developing magic, I am going to attempt to work things like so:

For the developing magic, I am going to use #MagicalCraft/Ability in order to keep track of who has what ability and who is developing what craft. For the feud which I consider an event, I will use the tag #BMF/Family to denote which family the person supports. And these will only be used as applicable. So for Literacy and other such things, that can be #Craft/Ability, eg, #BasicSkills/Literate.

Though I guess I could always finally finish reading the Players Handbook and just make character sheets n shit using the Fantasy Statblocks and put these tags within that... hmmm perhaps a different Madalynn can undertake that quest.

#part 9 #mine #mad writing #obsidian.md #obsidian

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brick1458 · 5 months

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Chapter 25 why not sure I'll marry you part 11

At 7 o'clock, Hitch and Sprout closed the station. Pipp gave Sprout a friendly farewell, and the prejudiced deputy hesitated before giving her an awkward wave as he headed to his mother's house. After saying farewell, the newlyweds decided to see Sunny to get smoothies before going to Hitch's house for dinner.

When Hitch and Pipp got to Sunny's stand, they saw her getting ready to close up until she saw them coming. Sunny smiled and lifted the metal shade back up. At the same time, Izzy and Zipp were walking over from the direction of Sunny's lighthouse. Finally, Zoom and Thunder came, making sure it didn't look like they were following Hitch and Pipp.

"Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Sheriff," Izzy chirped.

It took a moment for Pipp to get the joke before she giggled, covering her mouth with her hoof.

"Hi, Izzy," she said. "Did you two have fun?"

Izzy blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes as though the answer was obvious.

"Only, like the best time ever!" she exclaimed. "I showed Zipp every single part of Maritime Bay from top to bottom except for the sheriff's station so that Hitch and Pipp could continue spending time together. Zipp even had a lot of fun when I showed her all my unicycling stuff back at home."

"Is that right, Zipp?" Pipp asked.

"Shockingly, yes," Zipp said. "I was initially uncomfortable when she kept showing me where she gets glitter and all the various places where she finds stuff for her projects, but the stuff she creates at the lighthouse is pretty neat. I think you'd really like them, Pipp."

"Really? Well, I totally got to check it out if you recommend it," Pipp said. "Anyway, Sunny, can we trouble you for more smoothies?"

"Absolutely," Sunny chirped. "Although, if you're hoping to get what you got last time, I'm afraid I'm fresh out of oranges and kiwi."

"Since when are you out of oranges and kiwi?" Hitch asked.

"Since ponies found out Princess Pipp Trailblazer is the new gulpathon champion, and that was her drink of choice," Sunny said.

"Aw. And I was hoping to enjoy an orange and kiwi smoothie without chugging it all down," Pipp whined. "It's just like when my favorite taco place in Zephyr Heights was out of my favorite quesadillas because everypony found out about it."

"Hehe. Yeah, I remember that. I think they named that dish after you," Zipp said.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Pipp said. "But enough about that. What else do you got, Sunny? Any recommendations?"

"Hmmm. Well, the Grape Strawberry Splash is a classic, and Blueberry Plum Blast is the best seller," Sunny said. "Actually, I recently created a new flavor called Strawberry Razzle."

"Ooo, Strawberry Razzle. Now, that sounds tasty," Pipp set. "I'll have a large one of that, please."

"Sure thing," Sunny said. "And I assume the usual again, Hitch?"

"You got it," Hitch said.

With a smile, Sunny went inside to make the smoothies. As Hitch and Pipp waited, Zipp glanced at Izzy, who watched Sunny in hopes of placing an order as soon as Hitch paid. Zipp loudly cleared her throat, catching Zoom’s attention, and the two of them moved several feet away from the others before huddling together.

"Report," Zipp commanded.

"Ma'am, the sheriff showed your sister around town and grabbed lunch just as planned. Then, they went into the sheriff's station, and we were unable to investigate further because the only windows in the building are at the front entrance, and they were covered with blinds," Zoom said.

"Eh, it would have been hard to be sneaky if you tried to spy on them through the front entrance without ponies noticing you," Zipp said.

"The most we heard was a high-pitched scream from inside not too long after they went in, but it didn't sound like it came from the princess or the sheriff," Zoom continued.

"What makes you so sure it wasn't either of them?" Zipp asked.

"Well, Your Highness, it sounded more like somepony perfectly impersonating a chicken," Zoom said.

"A chicken? Are you messing with me?" Zipp asked.

"No, ma'am. It really sounded like there was a chicken that got scared and was flailing around the place," Zoom said. "The sheriff did mention having a deputy who is still prejudiced against the unity. Perhaps this Sprout pony was surprised by your sister being there."

"A grown stallion is so scared of a pegasus that he'd sound like a chicken when screaming?" Zipp asked.

"There was nopony else inside, and none of the sheriff's animals are chickens, Your Highness. I can't imagine anypony else screaming," Zoom said before glancing at Thunder and leaning into Zipp's ear. "And between you and me, it's my experience that some stallions are not as courageous as you'd think they would be."

Zipp looked past Zoom to see Thunder looking at the night sky and humming a tune with a bubbly face.

"Fair enough. I'll have to ask Pipp if anything, in particular, happened when I get the chance," Zipp said. "Does Pipp look comfortable around Hitch?"

"Yes, she does," Zoom answered. "She looked like she was having a lot of fun seeing the town when they went looking for a place to grab lunch, and both she and the sheriff were smiling when they left the police station with the deputy. For all intents and purposes, she appears to be very comfortable around the sheriff."

Zipp's body eased up, and the edges of her lips curled slightly at this news. It hardly meant that she was okay with Hitch, but it was a comfort to know that he was carrying out her mother's request to hold on to Pipp's hope for the marriage as best as possible. She turned her head to the newlyweds just as Sunny finished making their smoothies and handed them to Hitch and Pipp. Hitch paid for the smoothies, and Pipp took a sip of hers before her eyes lit up like a flame, and she squealed.

"Oh. My. Dazzle. I think I just discovered my new favorite flavor. This is a million times better than orange kiwi!" Pipp exclaimed.

"I'm glad you like it. Just be careful not to declare this in front of everypony. I don't have all the strawberries in the world, you know," Sunny said.

"No way. I've learned my lesson. This is going to be our little secret. I might even order different smoothies in the future to keep ponies clueless," Pipp said.

"That might be tricky for several reasons, Pipp. Ponies might just order whatever you have, whether it's the same or not," Zipp said. "Anyway, where are you two thinking of grabbing dinner?"

"Actually, Hitch is making me dinner at his place," Pipp said. "He showed me his daily routine when he's on duty, and now he's going to show me his end-of-the-day routine."

Zipp furrowed her brow and she asked, "You two aren't going to be doing that alone. Are you?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't we?" Pipp said.

Zipp bit the bottom of her lip and looked between Pipp and Hitch. Knowing what was on her older sister’s mind, Pipp walked over and guided her away from the others until they were several feet away.

"Zipp, it's fine. There's nothing to worry about," Pipp whispered.

"How do you know? You've never been to a stallion's house before," Zipp said.

"I know, but I'm confident I can trust Hitch to be a decent guy while I'm a guest at his home," Pipp said. "If anything goes sour, I'll call you right away. I promise."

"Don't you think you're being a little too optimistic, Pipp?" Zip asked. "Or have you forgotten about Presto?"

"I haven't forgotten anything," Pipp snarled. "I'm just taking a leap of faith with Hitch. Besides, you're the one who researched him, with all of your info pointing to him being a good guy. Right?"

Zipp flinched and rubbed her front leg with her free with her other front leg.

"Yyyyyyyes, I did do that," she admitted.

"Well, there you go," Pipp said, smirking. "Besides, I'm a grown mare, so I can still choose for myself who I can trust. Not you."

Pipp walked back to Hitch without another word, leaving a stunned Zipp behind. It was shocking enough for Zipp that Pipp had the nerve to call Haven out to convince her to legalize her marriage. At this point, she grew worried about how stubborn her little sister had become since having Hitch marry her in Presto's place. She returned to rejoin the group just as Sunny closed her stand after serving smoothies to Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder. Sunny turned from her stand to see Zipp, and she gasped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zipp. I didn't ask if you wanted a smoothie, too," she said.

"It's cool. I'm not thirsty," Zipp said. "You and Izzy about to head home?"

"Sure are. We're making pizza tonight," Sunny said with a grin. "What about you? Where are you staying?"

"Oh, um, I'm just gonna go get a room at a hotel with Zoom and Thunder," Zipp said.

"What?! You shouldn't just stay in a hotel. You're our friend's sister-in-law," Izzy said.

Sunny gasped and said with a grin, "You know what we should do? We should have a sleepover at the lighthouse."

"Oooo, a sleepover. I've never had one before," Thunder said.

"Thunder, we're not here to play around," Zoom rebuked.

"Yeah, she's right. We're here to make sure Pipp is alright while she's spending time with Hitch," Zipp said.

"Oh, come on. Enough with that already. We've told you already that Pipp couldn't be in safer hooves, and I'm pretty sure she knows it, too," Sunny said. "Why, Hitch wouldn't let anything -"

"Sunny, wait," Hitch interrupted, stepping forward. "I'd like to speak for myself this time.

Sunny looked at Hitch, taken aback, before she smiled and backed away, gesturing to Hitch to go ahead with a wave of her hoof. He silently gulped to keep his ears back as he remembered her threat at Zephyr Heights.

"Look, Zipp, you have every right to be suspicious after everything that happened. Were I in your hooves, I would certainly do the same. What Presto did was so unforgivable that I personally don't know how he could live with himself," Hitch began. "That said, I consider myself a pony of honor. I have never looked at a mare the way that would lead me to want to do anything Presto did, and I've never given romance much thought before the wedding. I made an agreement with your mother and a commitment to be a lawfully wedded husband, and I will honor them to whatever end. I do whatever it takes to make sure all ponies are happy, whether I'm the sheriff or not. That's simply the moral code I live by."

Zipp raised an eyebrow, unfazed. Sunny and Izzy grew unsettled while Pipp glared at her sister, demanding her to back off. Zoom took a step forward with her wings half open, ready in case Zipp made a command. Thunder hesitated before he did the same. However, Hitch did not show any hint of nervousness in his stance or how he stared back at Zipp. After a minute, Zipp lowered her eyebrow and smirked in amusement.

"You know, some of that talk about being a husband and stuff sounds very similar to what Presto used to say about his love for Pipp," she said. “Still, all your talk about honor and commitment and trying to make ponies happy does match what I've heard about you, and Pipp seems to be enjoying your company so far. I guess you make enough of a valid point that I'll abide for now. Just don't forget what I told you at the hotel."

"Believe me, Your Highness, you painted a vivid picture," Hitch said.

"Good," Zipp said. "Then I guess sleepover it is."

Izzy squealed and hopped up and down like a little filly while Sunny smiled warmly at Zipp. Thunder opened his mouth to let out a yay of excitement but stopped himself and looked away so Zoom wouldn't notice. Hitch eased up and turned to Pipp, who gave him an impressed smirk, pleased that he talked her sister into leaving them alone.

"Well then, if you will excuse us, my husband has dinner to make," Pipp said.

Sunny smirked and walked over to Hitch.

"By specialty, does she mean just spaghetti and cheese?" She whispered.

"Of course not," Hitch claimed before he looked away hesitantly. "Not just cheese anyway."

"Haha. Sure. You might want to give your royal wife something a little more original and fancy, and then next time, Hitch," Sunny said.

"Hey, the kind I'm making is an old family recipe. You can't get more gourmet than that," Hitch said.

"Hey, you two, quit whispering, and let's get this sleepover started already," Izzy said. "I want to show you guys the methods and rituals of a true unicorn sleepover."

"Rituals of a unicorn sleepover? I'm in," Thunder chirped.

"Thunder," Zoom said in a warning tone before her face softened. "Although, I admit these so-called rituals among unicorns do sound fascinating."

"Then what are we waiting for? To the lighthouse!" Sunny explained.

With that, Sunny and Izzy led Zipp, Zoom, and Thunder to the lighthouse, with Izzy bouncing with glee. Hitch and Pipp watched the group until they were out of sight, and Pipp huffed as they began walking toward Hitch's house.

"Hitch, that was incredible," Pipp said. "I thought Zipp would never leave us be."

"Honestly, I didn't think she would either. I thought she was going to try to have your guards restrain me for talking to the future queen like that or something," Hitch said

"No, I wouldn't let her do that, and even if I couldn't stop her, I could just call Mom, and she would chew Zipp out good," Pipp assured.

"Would that really stop her?" Hitch asked.

Pipp scoffed as though the answer was obvious.

"Everypony in Zephyr Heights knows that I'm mom's favorite. I tell her everything. She always takes my side when Zipp tries to prevent me from doing something I want to do."

"Is that so? Well, then I guess I have one more reason to hope this works out," Hitch said.

Hitch froze in place, and his cheeks grew warm. Pipp stopped walking a couple seconds later as what Hitch said hit her. She turned to Hitch and gave him a kittenish look.

"There's more than one reason, is there?" She asked.

Hitch's cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, and he stuttered, which only amused Pipp even more. She moved closer to him, making Hitch sweat. He wanted to step back, but he struggled to look away from her flirtatious, spring-bud green eyes. Pipp leaned her head closer to Hitch, and he whimpered until he saw his house past Pipp.

"Uh, hey, we're home," Hitch said, pointing past Pipp with a nervous grin. "I better put our smoothies in the fridge before they completely melt."

The next thing Pipp knew, her smoothie was out of her grasp, and Hitch raced past her like a bunny running from a predator. She turned around to see Hitch unlock the door and go inside, leaving the door opened to let her get in. Pipp glared at where she last saw Hitch with a bitter pout, but then her flirtatious demeanor returned as she walked to the front door.

"And here I thought he'd only be bashful at the wedding," she thought. "It's cute that he has a shy side to him. Too bad Zipp didn't see that. She might have let her guard down a little."

Pipp went inside and closed the door behind her. She went into the living room to explore Hitch's house while Hitch started making dinner in the kitchen. The walls were decorated with framed newspaper articles of Hitch. One was of Hitch after rescuing a foal from being run over by the trolley. Another had a picture of him and several firefighters covered in ash with a building half burned down behind them. A third one had Phillys handing Hitch a certificate for keeping the beach clean.

Pipp smirked as she looked at her husband's accomplishments. She then turned to a wall with pictures of Hitch from when he was younger. She found pictures of his first day in elementary school, losing his first tooth, getting braces, graduating high school, and ultimately his picture of his first day on the job as Sheriff with Sprout next to him as deputy. Finally, Pipp stopped at a picture of Hitch and Sprout as colts and Sunny as a filly in camping clothes with a dark blue stallion wearing spectacles standing behind them. Pipp stared at the photo curiously as she thought the stallion somehow resembled Sunny.

"Sunny's dad."

Pipp turned her head to see Hitch entering the living room wearing an apron that said, "Salute the cook." He looked at the dark blue stallion with a sad but fond smile as he stood beside Pipp.

"This took place a couple of moons before he passed away," Hitch said.

"Were you really close with him?" Pipp asked.

"Er, I don't know about close, but as the father of our childhood friend, he was very friendly to me and Sprout … even if we didn't really deserve it," Hitch said.

"What do you mean?" Pipp asked.

Hitch's smile faded, and he stared deeply into Sunny's father's smiling face as he thought of how best to explain.

"Argyle Starshine was a friendly pony and a devoted father, but when it came to his interests beyond his duties at the lighthouse, he was the…oddball of the community," he said. "He researched ancient Equestria and how earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi used to live together in harmony. That unicorns used magic to light up the night sky, the pegasi created the weather, and Ancient Equestria was chock-full of strange magical artifacts. Sprout and I were all for hanging out with Sunny even when Phyllis told Sprout not to, but when it came to talking about earth ponies getting along with unicorns and pegasi, we never took Argyle seriously. We thought his research was as ridiculous as saying the sky is green or plaid when everypony else can clearly see that it's blue. Looking back, Argyle was much too forgiving. I wish I had a chance to apologize for how I treated his claims and that he could see all we've accomplished.

Pipp's ears lowered as Hitch hung his head. Then she smiled and nudged his side with her left front knee to catch his attention.

"Hey, no need to beat yourself up like that. We were all blind back then. Literally, every pony who's not Sunny or Izzy would have treated somepony that way. Why, I could see myself having recorded her father making such claims and then posting them online as if it was some crazy conspiracy video to give my fans a good laugh," Pipp said. "The important thing is that his dream came true and that we do all we can to preserve it."

For a moment, Hitch said nothing, making Pipp worried that he didn't hear her. Then he sighed and lifted his head to give her an appreciative smile.

"Yeah, you're right. We should also be very grateful for his determination and for passing down his determination and knowledge to Sunny," Hitch said.

"I totally agree," Pipp chirped before her cheerful demeanor disappeared, and she looked toward the kitchen. "By the way, I think something is bubbling."

Hitch let out a loud, sharp gasp and shouted, "My pasta!" He zoomed back to the kitchen and stirred the pasta until it stopped bubbling. Pipp covered her mouth to hide a giggle before she took out her phone and took a picture of the framed photo of Sunny, Hitch, Sprout, and Argyle. She looked at her phone to check how her photo turned out, and then something clicked in her mind before. With a devious smirk, Pipp began taking pictures of the other framed photos and newspaper clips of Hitch, planning to create an album of pictures of her husband on her gallery app later.

"Anyway, this is a nice place you got here," Pipp said as she took photos.

"Yeah, it's no castle at the top of a mountain, but it's home with paid-off mortgage and everything," Hitch called out from the kitchen.

"Oh, paid off mortgage, you say? Being the sheriff must pay very well," Pipp said.

"It has its benefits," Hitch said. "I prefer to think more about what I do for the community than how much I get paid, but at the same time, who wouldn't like paying off your mortgage?"

"Considering I've never had to worry about stuff like that I'll take your word for it," Pipp said. "Doesn't it ever get lonely, though?"

There was a pause before Hitch came out of the kitchen again, giving Pipp's question some thought.

"I haven't really considered that," he said. "I visit Sunny and Izzy occasionally, but I guess I'm used to living by myself."

"By yourself? No family around?" Pipp asked.

"My grandmother lives on the outskirts of town, but my parents passed away years ago," Hitch said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Pipp said. "I know what it's like to lose a parent. Zipp and I lost our dad when I was very young."

"Yeah? What was he like?" Hitch asked.

"Cheerful," Pipp said plainly. "He loved spending time with Zipp and me, playing with us, making us laugh and sing songs while mom was doing her duties. He married into the royal family, too, you see."

"How about that," Hitch said. "I wonder what he would have thought of me."

"I'm sure he would've liked you…eventually," Pipp said. "He'd have to get to know you before he'd think you're safe to stay married to before we could try to make this work."

"That's fair," Hitch said. "Anyway, the pasta's almost done, so make yourself comfortable on the sofa, and I'll bring it here."

"You don't eat in the dining room?" Pipp asked with her head tilted in confusion.

"Well, I normally eat breakfast there, but I prefer watching TV while I eat, especially since my favorite detective show, Davy Bluecoat: Private Eye, is almost on," Hitch said ecstatically. "Have you done it before?"

"No way. We always eat at the dining table, and Mom often doesn't want me on my phone when we eat together," Pipp said.

"That's what I thought," Hitch said. "In that case, sit back and enjoy how non-royals spend their evening."

Pipp raised her eyebrow, intrigued by how Hitch advertised his plan for the evening. She decided to play along, sitting on the sofa while Hitch went back to the kitchen. As she patiently sat on her plot, she hummed one of her songs to pass the time until she noticed Hitch's TV on the opposite side of the wall. Pipp looked at it with a puzzled face, for, in her eyes, it looked to her like a rectangular brown box with a 24-inch flatscreen inserted through a rectangular hole in the box that fit the screen. Pipp had heard of earth ponies having different-looking TVs before becoming friends with the pegasi, but she had no idea what they looked like. The side of her that loved material things wanted to tell Hitch he needed a new TV, but she decided against it, wanting to be respectful to her host.

After a few minutes, Hitch returned, holding one plate of pasta on his right hoof and balancing a second one on his head. He carefully placed the one he was holding on the coffee table in front of Pipp before he took the one on his head and placed it next to the first plate. Pipp's ears perked up, and her eyes brightened as she saw the spaghetti covered in marinara sauce with mushrooms, onions, asparagus, and lots of Parmesan cheese. Hitch went back to the kitchen for a moment to bring silverware and a loaf of garlic bread wrapped in tin foil and placed them beside the plates. Pipp could feel her mouth watering as she stared at her plate.

"Like what you see?" Hitch asked.

"This looks scrumptious. I didn't think anyone would put asparagus in spaghetti sauce," Pipp said.

"It's an old family recipe," Hitch said before glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. "Anyway, dig in. The show is about to start."

As soon as Hitch said, "Dig in," Pipp took her plate and fork, rolled up a bit of pasta with her fork, and put it in her mouth. Hitch smiled as he watched Pipp instantly enjoy his cooking and made a mental note to boast about it to Sunny. He turned on the TV just as the intro sequence of the title show played. Pipp momentarily looked away from her spaghetti to notice Hitch grinning like a colt excited to watch his Saturday morning cartoons as he ate his dinner. Pipp thought Hitch's demeanor rather strange for a grown stallion but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, concluding that the TV series might just be that good.

After the show's intro played, Davy Bluecoat appeared in his office, leaning on his chair, resting his back hooves on his desk, and flipping a coin. A mare with an unnatural slim figure wearing a glittery red dress entered the office and told Davy that her grandmother's diamonds were missing. Davy began searching all over the city, looking for clues while encountering ponies trying to dispose of him or trying to get to the diamonds before he and the mare could. In the end, the mare tried to betray him after finding the diamonds and discovering that she lied about them belonging to her grandmother. Still, Davy outwitted her, so she and his other enemies were sent to jail, and the diamonds were returned to their rightful owner. When the episode ended, Hitch leaned against the couch and sighed in contentment.

"Boy, that was a great episode," he chirped. "That has to be one of the best mysteries on the show yet."

"Um, are you sure? Cuz if I'm being honest, that didn't look like that wasn't much of a mystery," Pipp said

"What? You're pulling my leg trying to sound impressive," Hitch said.

"The way the mare was looking at him while they were trying to solve the mystery together, it looked super obvious that she wasn't being honest with Davy Bluecoat," Pipp said. "Here, just rewind it, and I'll show you."

"Your Highness, it's a live broadcast. You can't rewind a show," Hitch said. "This isn't one of those streaming services. You are completely at the mercy of what shows or movies they have scheduled to air?"

"What? For real?" Pipp asked, flabbergasted. "How can you be okay with not being able to rewind, fast forward, or pause?"

"I just am," Hitch said, shrugging. "It's not that bad. It can be fun switching channels and seeing what's on. In fact, why don't you give it a try?"

"Excuse me?" Pipp asked.

"You heard me," Hitch said as he held the remote to Pipp. "Just keep switching channels until you find something that interests you. Whatever it is, we'll watch."

Pipp looked at Hitch as though he were a crazy pony. After a moment of hesitating, she took the remote and began flipping channels. The first channel Pipp flipped to was a history channel, which immediately disinterested her. The next one played a reality show about selling antiques. The channel after that played an animal documentary, and the one after that played a cooking show. The more she switched channels, the closer she got to giving up and rebuking Hitch for his lifestyle in terms of media.

Luckily, just when Pipp was about to give up, she switched to the horror channel. Her face lit up, and her wings perked up as she let out an excited gasp with her hooves on her cheeks. Hitch looked at it with unease and his ears hung low as spooky music came from the TV speakers.

"Um, why did you stop here?" he asked with a twitch of fear.

"Because I love spooky stories," Pipp chirped. "They're so fun and thrilling."

Hitch chuckled nervously as he looked back at the TV to see it announcing it was about to start a movie called Them.

"A-a-are you sure you want to watch something like this?" He whimpered. "It looks like they're about to play a film from before earth ponies became friends with unicorn and pegasi again. Horror films back then usually had to do with unicorns or pegasus as the monsters in some form or another."

"Oooo. Really? That sounds even more exciting," Pipp said. "I'd like to see what an earth pony's idea of spookiness they had back then."

Hitch whimpered again and said, "Are you sure? It might come as a little offensive -"

"Hitch, you said we can watch whatever I choose from switching the channels, and I say we're going to watch this," Pipp said.

Hitch gulped and forced a grin, reluctantly complying. A minute later, the film began, and Pipp squealed in delight. The film started with an earth pony couple walking down the street at night. They were smiling and holding hooves, with the mare resting her head against her husband's head. Suddenly, they were approached by a black cloud floating a few feet above the ground with the head of a unicorn with no mouth and glowing grayish-yellow eyes. The couple gasped an alarm, and their fears grew as two more black cloud beings appeared beside them.

The couple tried to run, but the leading cloud figure flipped its head, and a flash of light came from its unicorn horn. With a bang, the stallion broke into cubes and half spiral pieces as though he were made of building blocks. His wife screamed and ran as fast as she could, but not long before she took a wrong turn and found herself in a dead end with the cloud figures behind her. With another flash and a bang, the mare burst into thin, long pieces, making her remains look like a pile of yellow, violet, and rose-red string.

Hitch and Pipp screamed, but Pipp enjoyed the fright. Hitch's gamboge face turned into a lighter shade of yellow, and he grabbed a blanket that was folded on top of the sofa and wrapped it around his body. He wanted to cover his face, but he forced himself to keep watching in a useless attempt to appear tough in front of Pipp. He covered his mouth with the blanket to cover his screams as the unicorn-headed figures continued to attack Earth ponies throughout the film.

Each death was more disturbing than the last. From one pony's head being sucked out of its body to another pony vaporized from the inside, to one of the figures creating a set of pegasi wings on an earth pony's back that flapped on their own, sending him floating all the way to space. It took all of Hitch's willpower not to go back on his word by grabbing the remote and switching channels.

Suddenly, halfway through the movie, he felt something wrapped around him. He squealed at first, afraid it was one of the creatures from the movie. Then he slowly turned his head, and his eyes widened, and his cheeks heated up to find Pipp sitting close to him with her front legs wrapped around him. She looked up and gave him a comforting smile that warmed his heart. Pipp then wrapped one end of Hitch's blanket around herself to move closer to Hitch, her cheeks heating up as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her legs around Hitch.

Hitch wanted to ask Pipp what she was doing and why, but the words didn't come out of his mouth. He knew she wanted to comfort him, knowing that he was afraid. If Hitch were watching a spooky movie with Sunny or Izzy, they would tease him for being so scared, and yet here was this mare who knew that he was afraid but didn't mind. It was as if Pipp silently told Hitch it was okay to be spooked and that she was there for him.

After a minute of processing would have happened, Hitch smiled and scooted closer to Pipp as they went back to the movie. He still jumped at every scare, but with Pipp at his side, getting scared didn't feel that bad.

The next thing Hitch knew, there was a distant ringing. He opened his eyes to find sunlight shining through the windows, and the TV was still on, playing a different movie on the horror channel, and the dishes were still on the coffee table. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall to discover it was 7 o'clock, and it hit him that the ringing was his alarm clock going off upstairs in his bedroom. Just as he was about to get off the couch, a pink hoof waved before him and bopped him in the nose. The hoof began bopping his nose repeatedly as he heard somepony mutter in their sleep.

"Come on, Bestie. Just five more minutes."

Hitch turned his head to find Pipp asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. His pupils shrunk to the size of grains of sand as he felt Pipp holding him tight as though she was sleeping with a large teddy bear. A part of Hitch wanted to stay wrapped around his blanket with Pipp, but he knew he couldn't fall asleep again with his alarm clock going off even if he didn't have work. He mentally sighed and lightly nudged Pipp with his leg.

"Your Highness. Your Highness, wake up," he whispered.

Pipp whimpered and robotically let go of Hitch. She yawned and stretched with her front legs in the air before turning to Hitch with a drowsy smile.

"Hey," she said. "What's that noise coming from?"

"It's my alarm clock upstairs. It's time for me to get ready for work," Hitch said.

Pipp gave Hitch a confused look with her eyes half open, for in her mind, it was still night time, and they were still watching the movie. She looked past Hitch to see the time on the clock, and her eyes widened. She turned to Hitch and her cheeks grew warm as she looked away from Hitch with an awkward smile.

"Whoops," she said with a bashful giggle. "Guess we didn't finish the movie."

"Guess not," Hitch agreed with a chuckle. "Gotta say, I never thought I'd fall asleep watching a spooky movie before."

"Me neither," Pipp said before she looked away, rubbing her hoof. "I also didn't think that's how we were going to fall asleep together for the first time."

Hitch covered his face with the blanket as his cheeks heated up more. He had initially planned to surrender his bed to Pipp while he slept on the couch, thinking going to sleep together was something to hold off until he and Pipp decided to live together if the relationship went that far. From the corner of Hitch's eye, however, he could see Pipp's cheeks were still a deeper shade of pink as she continued to look away from him. Hitch tilted his head in confusion, finding it odd that the beautiful princess was timid around him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. Hitch took off the blanket, got off the couch, and headed to the door. He opened the door to find an impatient Zipp glaring at him with her dark blue eyes. Zoom and Thunder stood behind Zipp, giving Hitch stern looks.

"Where is she?" Zipp growled.

"Um, in the living room," Hitch said with a twitch of unease.

Zipp pushed Hitch aside and let herself in as soon as Hitch finished his sentence, with Zoom and Thunder following. They entered the living room just as Pipp got off the couch, and she grunted in irritation.

"Zipp, what are you doing? You can't just barge into somepony's home," Pipp rebuked.

"I'm pretty sure I can when Mom tells us to head home, and you're not answering your phone," Zipp countered as Hitch returned to the living room.

Pipp looked at her sister, confused, and took out her phone. She pressed the power button, but the screen remained blank. Her eyes widened, and she let out a long, dramatic gasp as she realized her phone was out of battery.

"Bestie! Bestie, no!" Pipp squealed as though she were holding a live creature that died.

"Seriously? How could you forget to charge your phone? You never do that," Zipp said.

"I didn't get a chance to. We were having dinner and watching a movie, and then we… kind of dozed off on the couch," Pipp said

Zipp raised an eyebrow until she noticed the blanket on the couch, the dirty dishes and empty smoothie cups on the table, and the TV still on. She sighed, and Zoom and Thunder eased up before the oldest princess turned to Hitch.

"Sorry, Sheriff. I kinda freaked out from instantly getting Pipp's voicemail," Zipp said.

"It's all right. I get it. You're still skeptical about me, and it was your sister and my first night together," Hitch said. "That being said, I must inform you that it is against the law to come into somepony's house without permission, and you have no jurisdiction in Maretime Bay."

"That's fair," Zipp said. "Anyways, we better get going pronto."

"But, what about Bestie?" Pipp whined. "Can't I charge her before we go? And what about breakfast?"

"We grabbed some bagels and coffee for the trip, and you know there's no reception outside of town," Zipp said. "You can charge your phone when we get home."

Pipp pouted, but Zipp gave her an unfazed look. Hitch frowned, wishing Pipp didn't have to go already, then smiled as he walked over to Pipp.

"How about I walk you to the end of the borders of Maritime Bay?" he asked.

Pipp's ears perked up, and she gasped with a grin.

"Yes, please," she said.

Hitch smiled back, and together he, Pipp, Zipp, Zoom, and Thunder exited the house and began walking down the path to the outskirts of Maritime Bay. Pipp trotted close to Hitch again and glanced at him as they walked. Hitch noticed Pipp giving him another kittenish look and immediately turned his head away. Pipp covered her mouth to hide a giggle, then nuzzled her head against Hitch's. Hitch felt goosebumps all over his body, and he almost tripped on his front hoof, taken aback by the sudden moment of affection. He grinned sheepishly while avoiding eye contact with Pipp, which amused her more.

"He's like a little bunny," Pipp thought. "No, he's like a shy puppy too bashful to be petted. It's so adorable."

Pipp covered her mouth to hide another giggle, feeling like a school filly fawning over the colt she liked. After about 10 minutes, Hitch, Pipp, Zipp, Zoom, and Thunder were at the blue sign that said, "Now leaving Maritime Bay" out in the field. Pipp pouted again, wishing Hitch could stick around a little longer, then put on another cheerful face as everypony stopped, and she turned to Hitch.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I had fun on our first get-together," Pipp said. "We should see if we can rent that movie sometime to finish it."

Hitch squirmed before forming a grin so Pipp wouldn't notice.

"Y-yes. We should do that," he said. "Also, thank you again for getting through Sprout's thick skull. It may be too optimistic to say, but we made real progress with him.

"My pleasure," Pipp said. "Anyway, I'll text you as soon as we get home, then we can talk about you coming for a visit."

"Looking forward to it. Safe travels," Hitch said.

"Catch ya later, Sheriff," Zipp said.

Zoom and Thunder saluted before they and Zipp turned around and began their long trek back to Zephyr Heights. Pipp took a few steps following them, then stopped momentarily and checked to make sure her sister wasn't looking back. Hitch tilted his head until Pipp turned around, rushed over to him, and firmly kissed his cheek. Hitch stood paralyzed with half of his face beet red as Pipp giggled again, then rushed over to catch up with Zipp and the guards.

Hitch stared at nothing for a few minutes when Pipp, Zipp, Zoom, and Thunder were already half a mile away. When he came to, he waved at Pipp with a goofy smile even though she was too far away. When the pegasi were out of sight, Hitch began walking back to Maritime Bay. He put his hoof on the cheek Pipp kissed and wished she could have stayed longer. Going back to work and filing paperwork was starting to feel less attractive without Pipp there.

"It's going to be a long few days before I can hear from her again," Hitch said to himself with a sad sigh.

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