#I hope you enjoy your presents!

[isleofsodora]

Tags @asktrio516 for a little something special ✨😁✨

I overheard that it was your special day recently and I wanted to give you a lil doodle!

Hopefully Duck here won’t bicker at me for this, but he couldn’t say no when I asked him to do this for ya! (After the 7th try…)

Oh, and, by the way…

✨💚 BONUS! 💚✨

I’ve been in love with your blog and au for so long and this is my first time E V E R drawing your Duck! 😭💀😭💀

I hope you enjoy your presents and have a wonderful day! 💖💖💖

[ravenxbones]

guns, guns, guns, huh? war, war…war…🪰

[zivazivc]

@felsicveins headcanon about your guys be upon ye

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 31 <3

Kageyama's & Hinata's special day!

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 2,4 k

A/n: That's it for this year's Kinktober! I hope you enjoyed it, thank you so much for reading all/some of it! <3

Kinktober Masterlist

"Y/n, I got us-"

He stops in his tracks, the handles of two brown paper bags with steaming hot food clutched hard into his fingers as he watches the scene in front of him. The door behind him falls shut, a soft "click" signaling that it automatically locked. His dark blue eyes focus on the pair on the couch, who quickly separate when they notice his glare.

"Tobio! You're already- Shoyo just helped me with... with... that thing, right?" The orange-haired spiker still has his hands on your hips, his lips pink and swollen from all the kisses you shared, his cheeks reddened as his chest rises heavily under the red Olympics uniform. "Hmm, yes, that- uh... that thing. In your mouth. We totally weren't celebrating already. Absolutely not."

A pout appears on the setter's face when he wordlessly places the bags on the small couch table and plants himself next to you on the couch, still keeping so much distance that neither of you could touch him.

"Tobio? Come here, please?" You lift your hand from Hinata's shoulder and reach for Kageyama, but he simply crosses his arms over his equally red uniform and shakes his head silently.

"Come on, Kageyama. No silent treatment, please." Hinata pouts too now, a sight so adorable that you press one last kiss against his puckered lips before you climb out of his lap and crawl to Kageyama. Hinata reluctantly lets you go, one of his hands rubbing his face while he watches how you settle on Kageyama's lap, not caring that he turns his head to the side and ignores you.

"Tobio," you call his name, your hands roaming from his shoulders to his broad chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his shirt under your fingers while you repeat that movement in a soothing way. "Tobio, look at me, please." You bring one hand to his cheek and gently turn his face, and he surprisingly quickly gives in and allows you to move his face. He leans into the warmth of your hand, his cold blue eyes turning warmer the longer he looks at you. "We would never forget about you. We love you, you know that." You both keep eye contact for a few moments, and after a while he unfolds his arms to place his hands on your hips, effectively allowing you to reduce the distance between the two of you.

"I want what he had. Every kiss, every touch. Or else I'll leave with the food," he demands, his firm tone sending shivers down your spine and making your cheeks heat up.

Hinata protests on your left, but you already hum approvingly, happy that he's finally talking to you, and you don't even hesitate before you lean forward and connect your lips softly. His lips move slowly against yours, savoring every taste, probably even tasting Hinata on your lips as you deepen the kiss. You rest your hands on his shoulders, similar to the way you sat on Hinata's lap before, and you reposition yourself until you press your core against his crotch, grinding slowly on him while you keep your lips connected.

You feel the couch dip next to you and a hand on your bare thigh suddenly that sends tingles through your body. A groan leaves Kageyama's lips and you feel soft hair tickling your neck, realizing that Hinata has started to kiss down Kageyama's throat, probably leaving a few possessive marks on him, like he often does.

"Stop it, dumbass," you feel Kageyama weakly whisper against your lips, the words clearly directed to Hinata, but he stays unbothered by his words. You feel Kageyama getting hard under you, the bulge pressing against your core and making you feel even more excited. You grind against him just a tad bit faster, your tongue now grazing against his lips to invite him to reciprocate the action and he quickly opens his mouth while his hands tighten their grip around your hips. His initial stiffness has faded into longing breathless kisses as he focuses on tasting you thoroughly. "All good again, Kageyama?

Hinata pulls away from Kageyama, who simply groans as response, now settling himself behind you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them. You moan against Kageyama's lips when Hinata's hands roam under your red Olympics fanshirt, the special customized version that you bought for this game with Hinata's number on the front and Kageyama's on the back. Hinata quickly tugs on the material until Kageyama loosens his grip enough for the material to ride up on our body. Kageyama's hands are warm against your skin, but not as warm as Hinata's. Hinata feels like an furnace behind you, and your body jolts when his fingertips caress your exposed stomach, sending tingles all over your body.

Your thighs cage Kageyama's hips, your legs trying to close when your arousal keeps growing with every stroke of Kageyama's tongue and every single caress of Hinata's hands. You moan loudly when Hinata's hands cup your breasts, his hands squeezing the bare flesh while his thumbs rub over your hardened nipples.

Kageyama pulls back when he notices how you barely manage to kiss him back, too distracted by the way Hinata eagerly plays with your tits and sucks on your neck. "You- Y/n, you didn't wear underwear during the game?" The dark-haired's breath stocks for a second and without any warning, he brings his hand under your skirt only to feel your bare ass under his fingers. "Y/n!" his jaw drops and you feel heat raise to your cheeks at the way his blue eyes seem to look into your soul. "I though we wanted to celebrate after the game anyways," you try to argue, and he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"I think it's hot," Hinata's lips curl into a grin and you feel your pussy throb at the way Hinata moans against your skin and pinches your nipples. Kageyama's eyes shoot towards the spiker at his words, clearly focused on the way he kisses you with need in his eyes. "Tobio," you rock your body on his cock, eager to get more friction when your body grows more sensitive with every passing moment that you're squeezed between the two attractive men.

"Hmm? What is it, love?" He rips his gaze off Hinata who seemingly can't stop himself from sucking a trail of hickeys on your neck similar to the one on Kageyama's neck. "Can you... pull down your shorts a bit?" you have a hard time bringing out the words when Hinata bites down on your shoulder, the fabric of the shirt thankfully stretchy enough to withstand the way the orange-haired man uses to bend it to his liking.

"Already? Hell, what has that idiot been been doing to you to get you so worked up?" Hinata chuckles at Kageyama's words, finally raising his face to kiss your cheek before he turns your face to kiss your lips too. He is quick to insert his tongue into your mouth, a soft caress against your own while his hands now fully wrap around you and hold you close.

You get lost in Hinata's kiss, your hands tightly wrapping into Kageyama's shirt while you hump against him, every bit of friction feeling so damn good against your clit. "Just let me-" Kageyama grabs your thighs now, slightly lifting your body and urging you to stay like this while he quickly pulls down his shorts and boxers until his cock springs free. He guides you back onto his lap, his cock now pressed against your stomach, making you clench around nothing while you needily whine against Hinata's lips.

"Need it," you bring your hands to Kageyama's face, feeling his smooth, clean shaved cheeks under your fingers, and he is quick to move your body again until you hover over his cock. You feel his tip prodding at your entrance and the next thing you realize is that his cock is slowly sinking into you, stretching you out and filling you up. One of your hands comes to Hinata's hair and grabs his strands, a groan leaving his lips when you slightly pull on them. It takes Kageyama just a few moments until he's buried fully inside of you, and you have to pull away from the kiss when you get overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Oy, Kageyama, that's not fair." Hinata whines at the lack of attention and Kageyama takes a deep breath to focus again before he leans forward to connect his lips with the orange haired's. You clench around Kageyama's cock inside of you, the messy sound of their kiss making your body grow even hotter while your bare nipples brush against Kageyama's shirt.

"You know that she can take us both, idiot." Kageyama pulls back with a groan and leans back on the couch, his hands loosely resting on your hips while you hear Hinata rustling with his clothes behind you, with no doubt freeing himself of his clothes. It only takes him a few moments to position himself behind you again, and then you suddenly feel his cock between your legs. "Shoyo-" you gasp when he presses against Kagyama's cock and prods at your entrance. "Oh, baby, we'll make you feel good. You're gonna feel so full." Hinata nuzzles his nose against your neck and grips his cock with his hand, sweetly cooing when you whine against at the sudden intrusion.

"Slow down, we haven't properly prepped her," Kageyama groans, the feeling of Hinata's fat cock pressing against the base of his cock surely driving him almost insane. "I can take it- please, please fuck me," you gasp and then Hinata finally starts to push inside. The stretch is almost too much for you to take, but the pleasure of having them both inside makes you forget about everything else.

Your head falls back to Hinata's shoulder and you moan loudly when you feel half of him inside of you, your body so sensitive at this point. "Fuck," Kageyama groans, feeling Hinata's cock rub against his own, and he closes his eyes for a few second to calm down. It only takes a few more moments until Hinata is fully buried inside of you, and all three of you remain still for a while, adjusting to the unusual position and the feeling. "Can we move, love?" Kageyama deeply exhales and leans forward to press his face against your neck, a strained breath leaving his lips when you clench around both of them. Hinata is no better, always being the most vocal out of the three of you, and his noises echo loudly through the room.

"Yes- yes, please-" you nod frantically, your arousal making it easy for them to thrust in and out of you again. They both support your body, basically moving you up and down like a doll, making you take them again and again. "Fuck-" "Baby-" they both groan, and you moan loudly as a response, both their names leaving your lips ever so lewdly.

They start with a slow and steady rhythm, their years of training together and learning each other's habits showing while you allow them to fuck you into ecstasy. When they feel you repeatedly clench and hear you beg for more, that's when they pick up their pace, their cocks twitching inside of you adding to your sensitivity.

"Can't- hold it much longer-" you hear Hinata whine next to your ear, knowing that he is ever so sensitive, but you're also close, so so close. "Wait until she cums, you know that she always comes first." Kageyama's fingers dig almost painfully in your waist while he bounces your body on their cocks, a clear sign that he is not far from finishing too.

"I know, I know," Hinata groans through gritted teeth, and one of his hands suddenly leaves your hip, leaving it to Kageyama to set the rhythm while his fingers move down to your clit. His fingers rub against the sensitive nub, and you almost scream as a response, too overwhelmed by all the feelings. "Gonna-" you gasp, your eyes falling shut when your whole body shakes, succumbing into the pleasure that both men bring to you.

"It's okay, cum for us, make a mess, show us how good we make you feel." Hinata's words and Kageyama's desperate thrusts make you see stars, and you hold onto him when you cum, when your pussy clenches around their cocks while Hinata presses down on your clit, relentless in his urge to make you cum. You barely realize that they both follow you suit, not even a few moments after your pleasure overwhelms you. Hinata moans your name loudly and Kageyama groans a few curses when his head falls back and his hands hold you so close to his body as if he was never going to let you go.

They cum a lot. You felt full before, but now, your pussy is overflowing with their white and creamy cum, your walls fluttering while your legs try to close. You all try to catch your breath, your body limply laying on Kaygama's now, while Hinata presses his forehead against your back. Hinata deeply inhales your scent, his eyes closing while he is ever so sensitive to every single touch. "Slowly," you mumble when you feel Hinata pulling out first, a groan leaving your lips when he slides out, his cock now soft and warm. Kageyama takes a deep breath before he lifts you just enough until you're not sitting on his cock anymore, their cum instantly starting to drip down, but none of you cares about that.

Hinata gently guides you to lay down on the couch, Kageyama following suit until you all three rest on it, your limbs entangled while you share kisses and sweet words. "Taking us so good always. Such a pretty doll for us," Kegayama mumbles and kisses the shell of your ear, eliciting a content hum from you while his hands start to work on your sore thighs, kneading the tense muscles until they feel soft again. "Hmm, that's my baby, the prettiest, sexiest, most perfect girl," Hinata smiles while his lips connect with yours in a slow and sensual kiss, and you smile back happily, feeling content and satisfied between the both of them.

The rumble of a stomach interrupts the post-orgasm haze though, and Hinata is quick to mumble an apology with reddened ears when you both look at him. Kageyama just sighs and shakes his head, a content grin still evident on his face.

"Come on. Let's eat something and then we'll properly celebrate."

[th3b33skn33s]

Toxic yuri moment

[lee-minhoe]

lee know as a tsundere manga character for @skzfaker's bday🥳

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[dawn-moths]

Hello how are you can I request Ronald with at frist shy looking and inocennt s/o,but she is actually really nasty and freaky and like some smut in there to i would be most thankfull i love your blog,lots of love😘😘

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i hope you like what i came up with. enjoy!

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Ronald Knox x Female Reader

word count: 4,000+

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, reader is described as being/dressing feminine, reader is called “good girl, baby” and referred to as "princess", the nickname “daddy” is used for Ron, sub/dom dynamics, size difference, finger sucking, reader is carried, minimal prep, masochist reader, rough sex, biting, choking, hair pulling, nipple play, cock warming, aftercare.

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It always starts this way, it seems.

What begins as otherwise harmless kissing quickly evolves into something much more explicit. Much more obscene.

Because, just before things start to get a little more heated, you find yourself straddling Ron’s lap, your mouth hovering over his as you both breathe in each other’s air, panting like dogs left out in the afternoon heat.

You, his precious baby with the face of an angel and the mind of a little devil only he’s allowed to know.

You, his own personal little porn star.

And you’re shameless. Eager. So enticing that it takes every ounce of will he has not to just hook his thumbs into the waistband of those pretty lace panties he knows you love to wear and tear them to shreds, to push you back and pin you down to the couch and fuck you until there’s tears in your eyes and your voice has gone raspy and raw from all the sounds of pleasure he’s forced from your throat.

You, his shy little sex kitten, always teasing him in those skirts that are just a little too short, those necklines that are just a little too low, your body’s soft curves the kind that the ancient Greeks used to sculpt statues of, chipping away at cold marble until a woman was found somewhere among the jagged rock. Reverent. Ethereal. Sacred.

Only for him.

Only, you do feel a little bit of shame, if you were being completely honest with yourself. It makes itself known in the way your cheeks heat, in the way your blood goes icy-hot with embarrassment at how you must look like this. How debauched and needy and on your way to no doubt becoming a complete and utter mess by the time this session is over.

But that’s the thing about you.

The more shy you acted now, the more desperate and dirty you’d be for him later.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Ron asked with one of those soft, charming grins spreading across his spit-shined lips, his voice low and soothing. He gently gripped your chin between his fingers and turned your face, which you’d momentarily tried to hide by nuzzling it into your shoulder, back up towards him, coaxing your nervous gaze to follow. “What is it?” he further questioned, though with a lilt of an amused chuckle laced into his hushed tone. “Things movin’ a little too fast for ya?”

In response, all you could manage was a squeak and another attempt to retreat and hide your shy little expressions from him again, but he was faster that time and caught you before you could really escape. When his smile refused to falter you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

“No, no, no,” he said, tone woven with mischievous mirth. “Don’t hide…” Then, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, his lips nearly brushing the shell of it as his warm breath wafted against your neck, he murmured, “Seeing you get all flustered is one of my favorite parts…”

Ron knew that your whole sweet-and-innocent act was merely a mask to cover what you both knew was really true about you. And that was the undeniable fact that you were quite the little masochist. You liked it when he got rough with you. Left you a trembling mess by the end of the night after covering you in the shape of his bite and several shades of bruises from the press of his fingertips.

But, even so, it wasn’t like that shyer side of you was entirely fake, either.

Your innocence, whether it was surface level or not, was one of the things that had drawn Ron towards you in the first place, after all. Because who didn’t love a girl who seemed like a little darling on the outside only to discover what a little devil she was hiding underneath all those coy smiles and cute little dresses and lacy lingerie.

Your tender sweetness also happened to pair well with Ron’s proclivity to tease.

“Don’t be mean…” you whined, the corners of your mouth pulling down into one of those adorable little pouts Ron loved to be the cause of.

At this, Ron merely let out another one of those low, borderline sinister chuckles under his breath. He placed both his hands on your hips, readjusted your position over his lap to spread your thighs a little further, pulling where you were no doubt becoming more sensitive and needy down to brush against where his own arousal was growing from under his trousers.

Upon feeling him rubbing against your core you couldn’t help but let out a helpless little whimper, the first flare of impatient need coming to life inside of you.

“Y’know…” Ron reminded you, reveling in every little wiggle or squirm he felt wrack through your body as he pressed you even closer against him, “if you just tell Daddy what you want, it’ll be a whole lot easier for him to give it to you…”

You were shy…

Until you weren’t.

“I want…” you began, voice a shaky little plea. “I want your fingers in my mouth, Daddy…”

The request came out as more whisper than words, your head feeling dizzy from the rush of blood that raced upward to burn from your chest to the tips of your ears even hotter than before, the embarrassment almost enough to cancel out your eagerness, though not quite.

“Oh yeah?” Ron taunted, a slight growl to his voice now as he felt his own desires threaten to spill over the edge, the arousal welling to the brim within him from the thought of it alone. “Well then…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to the plush of your lower lip, gently pulling down to coax your sweet little mouth open wider for him. “Guess I have no choice but to deliver on what my baby needs…”

Slipping one of his long, slender fingers along the slick warmth of your tongue, then two, feeling you sucking the digits down further until they disappeared all the way up to the seam of his palm, your throat bobbing as the tips of his fingers brushed against the back of your gag reflex, Ron couldn’t help but gulp as well, trying to keep his composure the best he could.

“God, baby…” he sighed, as if in prayer. You curled your tongue around him, coating his fingers further in your thick saliva, at which point Ron slowly pulled them free, dragging them flat across your tongue and shuddering at the thought of how your mouth would feel encasing other parts of his body, before wiping some of your spit across your kiss-swollen lips.

The more disheveled or dirty you became, the more beautiful Ron thought you were.

“Daddy…?” you asked, that syrupy shyness drizzled back over the word like you were still his innocent little angel causing his cock to twitch in his pants. You didn’t miss the way he was beginning to shift and squirm as well, likely just as impatient as you now, if not more so. “Do you wanna…?” You glanced over your shoulder at where the bedroom door was open just a crack, as if trying to tempt you with the promise of what lay inside.

Ron followed your line of sight, glancing back to you when you turned to meet his emerald gaze again. A smirk fissured across his boyishly handsome features, his own little demon stirring back to life.

He nudged your nose with his, hummed out a melodic note of affirmation, and then, the next thing you knew, he was hoisting you up to carry you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his big palms cushioned the backs of your soft thighs, the silky flesh spilling between his strong grip.

He nudged open the door with his foot before swinging it closed in the same manner, not wasting a second before he had you lying back on the bed, pinned beneath him like a rare butterfly he’d worked hard to collect and had no intention of letting go.

Grabbing up both your wrists in one of his fists, Ron used his free hand to begin pushing your skirt up around your waist, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and rising a wave of chills over you, taking a moment to knead you there as you gently writhed under his hold, trying to squeeze your legs together to create even just a little bit of friction for yourself. But Ron recognized instantly what you were trying to do and coaxed your legs back apart, wanting to be the one to get you worked up himself.

You knew your panties must be soaked by now, the expensive lace likely ruined just from his teasing alone, but it wasn’t until he slipped two of his lithe fingers in through the side to glide through your delicate, drenched folds that you truly realized just what a mess you really were.

Ron let out an amused, prideful breath of a laugh. “So wet for me…” he half praised, half teased, applying pressure to your throbbing clit, making a gasp and one of those delectable little whines escape from your throat. “Just like that…” he said, rubbing skillful circles against the tender, swollen little bud. “So good for me,” he cood. “Always such a good girl…”

He let go of your wrists to use both hands to begin removing the ruined lace from you, encouraging you to help him in discarding it along with your skirt, and once you were left bare below the waist for him, Ron took a moment to admire you like that, all spread and vulnerable for his eyes only.

“So beautiful, baby…” he sighed, entranced. “You’re perfect…”

Ron thought you had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, all pink and glistening like the dewy petals of a rose, but he knew that the sight of it was nothing compared to how it felt squeezing around his cock. It was a sensation he was addicted to. Just the mere memory of your most recent time together was enough to make him feel like he could lose all control, becoming more desperate to satisfy his desire by the minute.

Lucky for him though, he knew you liked it rough, so if he didn’t take the full time needed to prep you, you wouldn’t necessarily hold it against him.

You both were still half clothed, and the humidity of the room and the body heat being exchanged between you two was near stifling. You needed the rest of your clothes off soon or else you’d become so hot and frazzled you’d hardly be able to think. Not that you needed to when in Ron’s hands. He already knew what you wanted, what you liked, though, lucky for you, he also wanted the rest of your clothing off.

“Arms up,” Ron told you, already gathering the hem of your top in his hands, halfway to tugging it up your chest, eyes unable to help but catch on the sight of the pretty matching bra that currently cradled your breasts. You obeyed without hesitation and soon found yourself fully exposed, the room now feeling a few degrees cooler.

Ron began hastily unbuckling his belt, the strain of his erection having grown painful with how hard it was trying to free itself from his trousers. He quickly discarded the remainder of his clothing, biting back a groan as he took his pulsing length in his hand, though couldn’t stop the punched out, “Fuck—” that escaped his lips when he slid it between the silky petals of your dewy folds, gathering more of your slick before lining himself up with your tight little entrance.

You wanted him to take his time, allow you to feel every vein and ridge of him, but for as much as Ron usually indulged you, it seemed that tonight time was going to have to wait.

“Now be a good girl for me,” he instructed, already sounding halfway to being out of breath, “and hold still for Daddy—”

With his hands gripping your hips hard enough for bruises to bloom beneath his fingers and one quick, harsh thrust, Ron buried himself down to the hilt inside of you. You let out a broken cry, head thrown back and neck craning as you felt yourself suddenly split by the familiar aching pleasure his cock provided.

And it hurt.

It hurt so much.

But you fucking loved it.

“That’s it, baby…” Ron panted, hunching over you while you both took a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “Good girl… Always so good at taking my cock…”

He was peppering chaste little kisses along your temple and jaw, a feeble attempt to distract you from the stringing stretch he’d just forced your body to endure as well as an apology for the soreness he knew you’d feel tomorrow because of it, a thin sheen of sweat already beginning to break out over the both of you.

But soon, all you could focus on was the slow drip of euphoria that was on its way to taking over your brain, some of the pain numbing as it gave way to pleasure.

When Ron first began moving, it was slow and rhythmic, all prior rush gone from his intentions. But the more your cunt clenched around him, the more erratic he seemed to become, hips stuttering in their motions as he struggled to keep a consistent rhythm. And by the time you were whimpering out a pathetic little, “Choke me,” well…

Ron just about lost it.

One hand rested over the delicate curve of your throat, Ron wanting to feel the hammering of your pulse for a moment before he cut off your air supply. Your eyes glittered up at him through the low light, so much love and trust and dangerous desire all wrapped up in your gaze. He held you in suspense for a moment, waiting until the frantic rise and fall of your chest slowed to something much steadier and controlled. Then, after you took your next inhale, his grip tightened, squeezing around your neck and making your eyes roll when you realized, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe.

Not unless he allowed you to.

Ron kept careful count of the time going by though, knowing your limits, having committed them to memory, and when you first gave his wrist a tap he knew you were backing out prematurely. When he refused your first request, he felt your pussy flutter around him, the adrenaline on the verge of surging through you and breaking away into panic. Your vision started to blur and you tapped again, and that time, Ron obliged.

You sucked in a gasp of air, panting in shorter, more panicked breaths for a moment while his hand still rested over your throat as he admired you like that.

He’d ruin you and you’d gladly let him.

But something then seemed to occur to him as his fingers traced down to the line of your collarbones and the supple flesh of your breasts.

Those perked little nipples of yours were looking awfully neglected. And what kind of boyfriend would Ron be if he let that stand?

You let out a squeak when his mouth found the first pebbled bud, being gentle at first, teasing you with his lips and tongue until you were arching your back to push further into the wet warmth of his mouth. Ron had to hold your hips down as you began to squirm, wanting to feel every little shiver, tremble, and twitch your body made as he granted you more pleasure, each reaction felt as your cunt massaged his girth to varying degrees.

As his mouth tended to one side, his fingers took care of the other, only switching when he felt like your reactions became less intense. You were so sensitive everywhere he touched you, it seemed, so delicate to his ministrations, he could play you like a harp. And, in return, you’d make the most beautiful, melodic music for him as his fingers pulled at your strings, your moans the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.

But once your stomach started clenching in rapid succession, Ron knew he had to take a short intermission on this song you two were composing together. Just long enough to ensure you made it through to the encore, at least.

Lifting one of your legs, Ron threw it over one of his freckled shoulders to spread you even wider for him, sinking in so deep you swore you could feel him in your tummy, the mere implication making another rolling wave of arousal course through you and causing Ron to breathe out another one of those helpless, stuttering curses. His muscles clench as he rolls his hips in to meet yours, back to being slow and controlled.

But you needed more.

You needed it rougher.

“Harder…” you pleaded, breathless and wanting. 

Ron readjusted the both of you, once again taking your wrists in his grip and pinning them both beside your head, something to anchor you down for what came next, but you coaxed him to let you lock your fingers with his. It feels more intimate his way, and already knowing how rough he can get when you ask for it you feel better knowing that this simple act of handholding will help to balance out the consequences of his strength.

Ron starts to pick up speed, each time pulling almost all the way out before spearing his cock back into you, likely hard enough to ensure he was going to have to take care of you all day tomorrow, his poor little baby too sore and raw to even get out of bed on her own. 

But that’s ok.

That’s what he’s here for, after all.

His glasses begin to fog and his breathing is reduced to shallow panting, the shimmering veil of sweat that covers you both thickening under the growing humidity emanating from your bodies.

When the next request to roll off your tongue is a slurred whine of, “Bite me, Daddy…” Ron doesn’t hesitate that time. He lets go of your wrists, leans down and sinks his teeth into the tender spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a desperate whine of his own when you followed up with a pained, shuddering exhale of, “Harder​​—”

You let out a yelp as you thrash beneath him, Ron increasing the pressure until the skin breaks and he tastes blood. But he doesn’t let go. Not yet. Because your trembling little hands have formed tight fists in his strawberry blonde locks, pulling so hard at the roots that his scalp prickles with sharp, staticky pain. Just when it was becoming too much, you yanked his head back hard enough that he takes the cue to unlatch his bite from your flesh, pink-tinted strands of saliva keeping his mouth connected to the new wound he’s gifted you for a moment before he created enough distance to have them break.

You were both panting and shaking, like two animals on the verge of death, and when he saw the vicious red indents carved out in the shape of his mouth, saw the blood that was trying to well in the deepest parts of the injury where his incisors had pierced straight through, Ron felt a small sense of dread for a moment. Because, as much as this has become to be expected between the two of you sometimes, he couldn’t help but fear he might go too far. That he might hurt you for real, in a way you wouldn’t get some sick sense of pleasure from, and that you’d stare up at him with fear instead of love.

But, looking down at you now, all he can seem to find as he searches your gaze is that beautiful, tender adoration that he’s pretty sure he would die without at this point.

But now it was time to finish this.

You were both close to the edge.

Ron preferred when you fell together.

Once again, his motions become rhythmic and savoring, ever the master of the push and pull between control and carnality, though kept up the speed needed to match each other’s oncoming orgasms.

He’d come to know your body so well, how it reacted and responded to his, that the moment he felt your stomach return to its rapid fluttering, like a little bird taking flight, legs tensing as your cunt constricted around his cock harder than before, he knew you were mere seconds away from coming undone. After three more thrusts, he’s right there with you, spilling his balmy warmth into your tight wet heat as you gush your glistening arousal all over his cock, both of you making a mess of each other in tandem before all that heady tension begins to slowly bleed away, leaving the both of you to fall slack and satisfied, the air heavy with the scent of your unrestricted love.

But Ron doesn’t pull out just yet. He likes to feel the aftershocks, the way your pussy flutters weakly around him as he goes soft, both of your combined juices drooling out of your abused little hole and staining the bedsheets below while your bodies are still one.

Once some of his senses returned to him, Ron carefully pulled out, bringing a trail of cum along with his blushing cock, and scooped you up in his arms so you could lay draped across his damp chest, his hair a tangled, tousled mess and his glasses smudged, yet something about him being disheveled like that only added to his charm.

He liked to let you doze off, if you wanted to, gently stroking your arm or your back or your hip with one hand while your eyelids became increasingly heavier until they had no choice but to fall closed, allowing him to tend to you once you’d fallen asleep. But when his fingers lightly traced along your shoulder and you winced, sucking in a small, sharp hiss, Ron remembered the mark he left there, the blood having rusted over to glaze the wound closed, but only just barely. Now that some of the adrenaline had worn off, he knew you must feel the sting, all the cuts and bruises he’s caused you flaring back to life and pulsing with the aftermath of the pain.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispers to you as he carefully shifts you over to lay your heavy head on the pillow, venturing into the bathroom to gather all the things he needs to help nurse some of those wounds born from the heat of the moment.

You wait patiently for him to return, blinking open half-lidded eyes to gaze up at him as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the bed. He praises you as he cleans the bite, tells you what a good girl you were for him, how brave you are when he dabs some disinfectant on the imprint of his teeth and you barely even whimper at the sting of the salve. He looks over your neck, the bruises darkening, and asks you if it still hurts. You shake your head, say you can barely even feel that one, and he hums out a note that alludes to being pleased, but also hints at something secretly prideful as well.

Because who would’ve been able to guess what a high tolerance for pain his perfect little princess hid so skillfully from those around her, a dirty, sinful little secret concealed beneath cute, flouncy little outfits and pretty hair and glossy lips.

But, the best part, it was a tolerance only Ron got to test.

A standard he got to help create.

“I know it hurts, baby…” Ron murmurs as he carefully cleans your sore little hole with a warm washcloth, gently dragging it through your folds to collect all the cum that’s begun to glaze over your skin and harden into salty crystals. “But you’re being so good. Almost done…”

Once he’d dressed you in one of his oversized t-shirts and placed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, Ron tucked you in under a clean blanket and returned to the bathroom to take care of his own mess. He tried to make it quick, knowing there’s a good chance you’d already be asleep before he’s able to curl up next to you, but when he returns and you’re still awake, he can’t help but give you another one of those soft smiles.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he kindly reminded you, though he’s glad you did.

When his chest is pressed to your back, his warm arms wrapped around your middle, you unexpectedly shift to turn and face him. He considered you with a slightly puzzled glance, but then you were leaning forward to press your lips to his, your tongue teasing at one corner of his mouth before pulling back.

“There was a little blood,” you told him, those adorable doe-eyes of yours that could just about hypnotize him glittering in the dark, “but I got it…”

Ron sighed out a tired chuckle through his nose as he tugged you in closer to his chest, letting you get comfortable as you found the right angle to intertwine your legs.

“Night, baby,” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too…” you replied, already sounding halfway to a dream.

And, as if he ever needed a reminder, Ron falls asleep feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Lucky, because he’s the only one in the entire world who gets to call you his.

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

George & Maria

way too late with this, so i'm really sorry to that anon who asked me about my headcanons for them ages ago... but since it's the anniversary of MOTHER 1, i figured i should finally sit down and do it! :D

So, without further ado, here's my own personal take on George and Maria, the two who started it all...

[As always, this is all my own vision for these characters, it differs a lot from other interpretations and since I'm particularly interested in them I kinda go off the rails with it. Hope it's enjoyable!]

So, things begin with Maria! She was the daughter of a fairly wealthy family, born on the later side of the 1800s in a rural part of Eagleland. She was kind, outgoing, positive to a fault, and well-liked by everyone in the town she lived in. She hosted most of the town's events and celebrations, most often at her family's estate, and no one was excluded.

Also, she was trans. This was something of an open secret, although she never talked about it, and most of the locals considered it impolite to gossip about. But since she'd been in the public eye since she was a child, it wasn't something that went unnoticed.

George was an out-of-towner, who showed up one day and quietly settled in, accompanied by a friend of his (his personal doctor, apparently. This is a weird oc that just kinda came into existence naturally, and he just kept showing up afterward... really need to give him a proper name at some point). He was a quiet person, although he got along well with the people he spoke to. He never spoke of where he'd come from, or why he'd left there. Mostly he preferred to stay indoors and write (he was something of an aspiring poet).

He never really paid much attention to the affairs of Maria's family, but one day he just happened to overhear some passing gossip while in town, and what he heard astounded him. He immediately knew that he had to meet Maria himself.

George had never attended any of Maria's parties, not being one for large social events, but he made sure to attend the next one as soon as he could. It was there that the two finally met. George was immediately captivated by her, and the more he spoke with her, the more he knew he was in love. She loved the way he spoke and looked at the world, and she wanted them to keep talking as long as they could.

The whole party passed, people left, until it was just the two of them. They were still talking and now, privately, George could finally reveal his own secret, too.

George was like Maria in a number of ways. However, he'd struggled far more with his own identity than she had. His family hadn't accepted him, had tried to force him into being someone he couldn't be, and so he left. Besides Maria, the only other person who knew about his secret was his doctor, a close friend of his who he'd always confided in. He'd had little hope he'd ever find anyone else who could understand, but he'd never even considered there might be someone else like him.

By the end of that night, they were already in love. They met more and more after that, never wanting to be without the other's company. He loved the way she sang, she loved to help him with his poems. She loved to tease him and say that he looked just like a penguin. When they went into town together, everyone wondered how this strange, quiet man from out of town had captured Maria's heart so well. Eventually, they were married, and after their daughter Rosie was born, they decided to move to a small, quiet town further away.

Just at the edge of the town of Mother's Day/Podunk, they built a small house on top of a hill (George's doctor came with them of course, as loyal as always. He moved into his own house just a short walk away, at the bottom of the hill). And so they lived there, husband and wife, their daughter growing up, and everything was happy.

When Rosie was about 8, a shadow fell over the town. Things lifted off the ground and flew across the room, animals went wild, and people vanished from their homes without a trace. When the morning came, George and Maria were gone.

Unfortunately, I think I'm gonna have to split this post. There's still plenty of George and Maria's story left to tell, and I think there's too much to get into in just one part. (also i still have some things i wanna work out for giygas...)

In any case, that's the story of how George and Maria met, right before everything goes wrong and the course of history is changed forever! I really love thinking about how many things turn out the way they do because of these two people. Without them, Giygas wouldn't have turned out the way he did, without Giygas, Porky would never have gone down that path, and without Porky...

So I've become super attached to my interpretations of these characters, and I really love giving them a larger spotlight. ^^

Hope this was fun! And happy 35th anniversary to MOTHER 1! :D

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

dear future me, Please remember to write the metamorphosis fic and title it ~✨the yassification of howdy pillar✨~

[chrstphrbng]

minho for @snug-gyu! ✨🎁

[waterfallofspace]

When M/ic has to give a presentation, he should really listen to his husband beforehand.

Feat. M/ic, A/izawa, M/idnight, and my horrible attempt at N/ezu All voices and sound effects by me~

A request from @toxichazard777 for some sneezy M/ic suffering from allergies, and having to holdback for a meeting. (Also asked for loud sneezes, and I gave it an attempt! haha~)

Hope you enjoy this~!

[gamequeenanya]

Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

…

It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

[universestreasures]

Infinite (Sonic Forces)

Monster (Skillet)

Centuries (Fall Out Boy)

You're Not Me (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie)

I'm Back (Yu-Gi-Oh! Music to Duel By)

The Man I Used To Be (The Count Of Monte Crisco Musical)

The Edge (RWBY)

A Rarity's Birthday Day Festival 2024 🎁 (For Rose, AKA @sweetcobaltblue ) ONLY THE TAGGED BLOG MAY REBLOG!!!

Bonus (Textless header under the cut, in case you want to use it!)

[song-tam]

YEAH keith from voltron the REAL blorbo... i'm literally rewatching it rn with my little sibling for another project but also it is a good refresher!!! i MISSED THEM btw i fuckinggnggj love voltron. i wrote very bad fic for them once

HES LITERALLY SOOOO hes like so pathetic and awkward and im like in love w him hes the best ever. fave character on that show tbh like i adoredddd keith. tbh just the entirety of the voltron cast is so <3 i love good found family ugghghgh. AND YOURE SO REAL FOR THE REWATCH i watched it sm tiems everyone in my house got like sooo sick of me (and you should link the fic btw)

[under-write-reblogs]

Strange Modern Customs

@ratsoh-writes

Happy birthday to you!!

I really do hope you enjoy this little drabble of your nomad boys, learning and making mistakes in the entirely brand new world they were introduced to back when the crash happened. 

Hopefully this is something like what you had in mind. And sorry there’s no actual dialoge from your boys. (...I wan’t quite sure how to pin down their characterization and mannerisms, especially when all this technically took place WAY before the time you have set now for us doing RP’s or anything).  

Here’s to hoping it’s “accurate enough” to what happened and that nobody is too out of character. 

I hope you like it!!

Life was great outside the cursed forest. A little strange sometimes, but far, far more interesting, exciting, (and less life-threatening). There were so many new things to experience! Friends to meet, places to go, things to try, life to live beyond mere survival and constantly searching for a way out. 

It hadn’t even been a year since everything happened. But the royals… (what new names were they going by again? Oh yeah), Founder and Fey had begun integrating with all the others. Finding a new place, a new purpose to fulfill, and had encouraged the rest of their subjects to do the same.  

As they had come to be known, the “nomad” monsters had actually found some relatively distant family in many of the “farm” monsters and had become closer than many of the other AU’s had in such a short time. And the skeleton brothers were no exception. 

Gears and Compass had been taken in by Peaches and Rancher, and not only had they had taught them about farmwork, but they went out of their way to teach them about the modern world and all the possibilities available to them. 

In turn, the nomads had helped out wherever they could. Showing off their unique abilities, and doing their best to learn enough to become independent and return the generosity shown to them. 

Not to say they’re weren’t any mishaps, (the whole “internet” fiasco came to mind…... [and Rancher’s pet rooster chasing them both up a tree that one time]), but one event in particular stood out from the rest… though maybe that was because it was the most recent. There were sure to be more "misadventures” to come in the future, they were sure of it. 

Evidently, something in the house needed replacing, and despite not having the piece needed on hand and having to come up with a solution for it, the farm bros simply ordered a new part for it, saying they’d just save some time and put it in themselves once it showed in a couple of days. 

They didn’t even sound all that impressed with the fact. How momentous it was to just… need something and have it sent to you, wherever you were… whatever it was you needed. Not needing to find a solution and fix it, or compensate and bear with it until it truly became unusable. 

It was wonderful!! It led to so many possibilities!!

A few days passed and the farmer brothers had been out tending to something in town when the package arrived.  

Compass and Gears, excited to confirm that the part ordered by the farm brothers had actually arrived, thought they would at least get the part out and halfway set up with all the tools they knew the farm bros would need… (The instructions were right there on top after all. Surely it couldn't be that hard... at least they could find and get everything ready!) 

But as they pulled the part out of the box, they couldn’t help but notice the space inside was filled with…? Well, it didn’t take long for them to make a connection as to what the “packaging” inside the box, (presumably to insulate and protect the somewhat delicate piece inside), reminded them of. 

Though... it was a little odd to use food to protect the piece during shipping. 

The nomad boys weren't new to the idea of eating nuts or anything… it had been a staple of their previous life at certain points… but they hadn't been exposed to everything. And the farmers had gone out of their way to introduce them to all the various snacks and meals they could try now that they were here instead of in the forest. 

These peanuts were… well a different color than the others they'd tried… and the fact that they were free-floating and "unpackaged" in a box with equipment was a little odd… but what else could they be? 

It'd be weird to make something look like food but not actually have it be food, right? 

…So they tried it. (It actually wasn't all that bad… not as good as the ones they had tried before, but not bad. [Or at least nowhere near as awful as some of the things they consumed during hard times in the forest]).

And then Peaches and Rancher walked in. 

After a brief staring contest, they quickly began interrogating the nomads on what they were doing. And upon realizing what had happened, Peaches began to chuckle before quickly dissolving into full-on laughter at the situation, while Rancher (trying to hide his amusement at the misunderstanding) explained that ‘No, it wasn’t actually food. Yes, he was sure of it. And NO they couldn’t have more!’

…This brand new “modern” world sure had some strange customs, and ideas, and rules to follow. 

But in all honesty, Gears and Compass couldn’t wait to experience it all. So what if they made some mistakes? It was all a learning experience, and they couldn't wait to begin exploring all the new possibilities!