#gum elastic

[that-crazy-scorpio-man]

Chittim wood (Sideroxylon lanuginosum)

[doctorslippery]

A very popular power set, especially with Disney-Marvel.

11 out of the 18 are Marvel.

[ct-1477]

A teenage Hisoka sketch

[deadpooly]

braces appointment tomorrow except i literally havent worn elastics like once this cycle

[shitty-check-please-aus]

my mom never had wisdom teeth so my greatest source of knowledge for various adult life scenarios just has no experience with something I’m dealing with and I’m stuck with google of all things

[throwaway-settings]

ogh….. zoned out and was chewing bubblegum for the last 5 hours…. my jaw hurts soooo bad

[kusumasposts]

Enjoy the best products deals on halfpe.com

[that-one-bi-disaster]

I could literally become an orthodontist with all the hours I spent fixing all the pokey parts of my own braces CAUSE Y'ALL DONT KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOBS

[lemonyinks]

its always something isn't it

[r0tting-rat]

DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

I might have decided to join last minute (I say after finishing crying my eyes out) cuz I'm very brave and confident (I'm not.) I know it's late for day 1 but pls gimme a break :<

Day 1 - Best Friend!

Pairing: Sun & Gender Neutral Reader, can be seen as both platonic and romantic! Warnings: None Words: 1900+ Summary: It's a special day, and you're in for a treat!

Like many other days, you couldn’t understand Sun’s enthusiasm. The daycare attendant had scooped you up the moment you stepped foot in the daycare with your cleaning cart—as you always did every night before closing—then hugged you so tightly you feared for your ribs. As usual, he began to ask you questions about your day, asking if you had eaten anything new or if you had any new pics of your pet to show him, but he completely threw you off guard when he proceeded to beg you to put on a blindfold and follow him out of the daycare, which you refused with a decisive shake of the head. 

-Nuh-uh,- you replied.

-What do you mean “nuh-uh”?!- Sun crumbled to the floor, on his knees, with his hands joined together in prayer and his big, milky eyes staring at you in despair. 

-I mean nuh-uh! I’m not coming with you, not yet at least.- You waved your cleaning rug in front of his face, pretending to wash dirt off his flat head. -I have a job to do! Remember?-

Your “job” consisted of slipping inside the pizzaplex after everyone had left, cleaning off all the gunk children and adults alike left on tables and inside the attractions, then slipping back out before closing time. Very simple, very stressful and equally tiring. You were one of many, your assigned areas were the Daycare and Monty Golf, but the former always took you more time to clean despite having less work to do. The reason behind that? The animatronic before you. You had befriended the daycare attendant, a few weeks before, mainly because you pitied him. Always so lonely, left with nothing to do, with no children to care for and no friends to play with. You didn’t regret becoming his friend, not at all, but it was true that you always spent much more time with the robot than you should have. “Do not talk with the animatronics” was kinda company policy. 

Okay, fine, maybe it wasn’t, but your employment contract did say to not stand too close to the robots and interact with them as little as possible, so you were breaking the rules just the tiniest bit, by letting Sun pick you up, hug you, spin you around and etcetera.

Letting yourself be blindfolded and dragged around was way too much though.

-Friend, please! All you actually have to clean is the security desk!- Sun protested, pouting like a child. He was right. The sunny jester was a bit of a cleaning freak, so he always did all the work for you by scrubbing and tidying the entire play area by the time it took you to finish with Monty Golf, leaving you to clean just the area he didn’t have access to.

You crossed your arms over your chest, indecisive. You didn’t want to be blindfolded, at all, and not because you didn’t trust Sun, the idea of it simply made your skin itch. 

…Shit, but he looked so sad! Oh, curse you and your kind heart! With a sigh, you relented, finally giving the jester a small nod. 

-Okay, I’ll come with you,- you agreed, and Sun literally jumped in the air, as bright as his namesake. 

-Yes!- he shouted, ecstatic.

-But,- you were quick to interrupt him, -You let me clean the desk first. Deal?-

You offered Sun one of your hands, which he shook with so much passion your entire body trembled. All the while, a wide grin had opened on his flat, yellow face. 

-I can’t wait to show you my surprise!- he smiled.

You did the best you could to clean efficiently the security desk of the daycare, cleaning coffee stains, peeling away dried pieces of Chica’s Special & Super Elastic Bubble Gum from under the desk and chairs, throwing away pieces of papers and emptying bins, but to your big surprise you found yourself hurrying to get it done. Were you doing that because you were actually kind of curious of what Sun’s surprise could be, or because you wanted to go home as soon as possible? Maybe both, maybe neither. Who could say? Anyway, you finished with your job faster than usual, satisfied, but the moment you turned around all the color drained from your face. 

Sun had twisted himself in some kind of pretzel-like knot, tangling his limbs and lanky body together to create something which reminded you of a horrifying piece of modern art, but as soon as he noticed you looking at him Sun untwisted himself, returning to his usual height and shape. 

-All done, Friend?- he asked, excitedly, as you struggled to get your heart to start beating again. It wasn’t the first time Sun had done something like that, the animatronic liked to get into weird positions when he felt bored, but each time you caught him like that your heart froze. Sun was a very, very, pricey robot and you were constantly scared of management putting you at fault if something were to ever happen to him. Also, you were his friend, and you couldn’t let something bad happen to someone who was so precious—did I mention pricey?—to you.

-Uh, yes, all done,- you nodded, shaking your head to get rid of the bad thoughts, -We can proceed with the… Do you really have to blindfold me?-

At your question Sun nodded eagerly, stepping close as he took a red ribbon out of his pocket. You sighed but didn’t fight him as he began to place the ribbon over your eyes, making sure it was not too tight but tied firmly enough to not allow you to peek. Once he was done, you heard Sun giggle in delight, looking at his magnificent job.

-Wait,- you heard him say, -Something is missing!-

Before you could protest you heard the animatronic scurry off, leaving you in the dark with no reference points, confused and a little scared. You attempted to take a step forward but were quickly stopped by Sun immediately coming back. 

-Here!- he announced, grabbing one of your hands and turning your palm up, so you could hold something that resembled a box for him. You gently shook it and heard many small, plastic things moving inside of it. 

-Are those…?- you began to ask, even more perplexed than before. 

-Yep!- Sun replied, carefully attaching something to your blindfold, one over each of your eyes. -Googly eyes!- 

You wanted to collapse on the floor and stay there, becoming one with the colorful mats of the daycare, but instead you groaned and stood still, allowing the robot to have his fun.

-Can we just go? I don’t have all day, Sun,- you protested, and finally the jester put the little box away, grabbed one of your hands and began to lead you to the large wooden doors of the daycare, walking slowly and carefully.

-We’re gonna have so much fun, Friend,- Sun said, gleefully. You could almost see his beaming smile, ever the bright, despite the blindfold over your eyes. -I’ve made sure everything is simply perfect!-

Despite how tired you were of Sun’s constant cheerfulness, you couldn’t say he didn’t have any effect on you. In fact, you had been smiling a lot more during the last few days. even your coworkers had noticed your good mood. Just staying with Sun was enough to make you smile and laugh, his presence was good for your mental and physical health. In fact, the robot had been taking care of you whenever he noticed that you hadn’t eaten yet, and for some reason he always knew. You were beginning to think he could read your biometrics data. 

You didn’t walk for too much time, in fact you could almost guess where you were headed, which was probably one of the party rooms around the daycare. You decided to stay silent, just to see what Sun would do, and giggled when you felt the hand you were holding begin to vibrate in excitement. Having a robot for a friend was truly fun, sometimes.

-Almost there, Friend!- Sun told you as he began to open one of the doors to the rooms, careful to turn on the lights before entering—why did he always do that, anyway? Sun always refused to tell you where his fear of the dark came from, but seeing how uncomfortable the topic made him you had long stopped asking him about it. -Here, sit.- 

He guided you to a chair, where you gratefully sat, still obediently keeping your googly eyes-adorned blindfold on. You were eager to see the surprise Sun had planned for you, but something told you not to even try to peek. You felt like it would have made the robot rather mad. 

Sun moved something on the table in front of you, mumbling by himself, then stood back. You heard his steps coming to a stop behind your chair, then felt his hands resting on your shoulders. The cold touch of his metal body made you shiver. 

-You can look now, Friend,- Sun whispered in your ear, lacking the previous joy and sounding more… sly?

Excited to see, you quickly took off the blindfold and blinked, trying to readjust to the lights inside the room, and only after a few moments of total confusion you managed to see something. Before you, on the table, was a plate, and on the plate was a huge cupcake of your favorite flavor. You would have recognized those sweet treats everywhere, they were from the Cupcake Shoppe, on the second floor of the pizzaplex. Many times you had passed the area, looking with envy at the baked sweets being sold there, and even more times you had complained to Sun about the bakery not being on the list of places where you could eat your daily free meal, as per your employment contract. When he had asked you why you didn’t just go and buy one, if you really wanted to, you had laughed. 

“-Come on, as good as they look, they are not worth the price.-” You had told him. Yet there it was, the motherfucking cupcake you had been ogling at for the last weeks, right in front of you, with a little candle stuck on top. 

-I would have lit the candle, if my programming didn’t forbid me from handling matches and lighters,- laughed Sun from behind you. Honestly, you didn’t care one bit about the candle, you were just staring at the sweet treat in front of you, dumbfounded. 

-Wh… Why…? How… I…- You couldn’t speak normally anymore, your vocabulary consisted of single muttered words and syllables. 

-Guess what day it is, Friend,- cooed Sun in your ear. You tried to think, but doing so was hard, so you ended up just shaking your head, speechless. At your cluelessness, Sun laughed. 

-On this day, exactly one month ago, we became friends!- he explained to you, and as he bent over his smiling face entered your field of vision. He looked absolutely gleeful. -Do you remember now?-

Your wide eyes ran from his milky ones to the cupcake in front of you, from the big grin of the robot to the unlit candle, which was slowly slipping down thanks to the melting frosting. One month. You had been friends with Sun for just a month, but for some reason it felt like so much more, like, much, much more. Sun’s hands, which had been resting on your shoulders the entire time, squeezed you gently, and they felt oddly warm against your skin. You looked at the daycare attendant and couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips. 

-Happy one month anniversary, Best friend,- he said, and you nodded. 

-Happy anniversary to you too, Sun.- 

[vecnawrites]

Halloween Confucktions for Pyrrha, a nice helping of BimBubble Gum!

Pyrrha had always had a secret weakness of one candy in particular: Bubble Gum. She always had some when she was a child, loving the flavor and the mere act of chewing it helped her focus on things when she was working, be it homework or when she was working out.

However, after she had started getting famous and people started copying her, she had backed down on her favorite treat, only having it when she was at home.

But now, she was at Beacon and things were different now. While she was still seemingly held on a pedestal, things were far more relaxed and she had found a wonderful new thing: if she ordered something through Beacon, there was perfect privacy, so with Halloween coming, she was going to take advantage and try several new bubblegum flavors.

Getting it from the mail room, she darted back to her dorm, where only Jaune was going to be with her tonight, since Nora had needled Ren to going to a party in Vale proper at the moment, which was something that she pitied Ren for, but she was overjoyed at spending time with her crush.

...she just wished that she would be able to say something.

But maybe tonight would be the night?

She scoffed, shaking her head. That’s what she said all the time when they were alone, and her spine always turned into a wet noodle and she lost her nerve.

~

She found herself enjoying the time with Jaune, trying out the different flavors of gum, some very good, others less so.

Pulling out a final piece, wrapped in an almost Neon pink wrapper, she looked it over to see which flavor it was going to be, only to frown slightly as she noticed that there was no indication of flavor. ‘Maybe a mystery flavor?’ she thought, before shrugging, unwrapping the treat and popping it in her mouth, beginning to chew it.

She nearly jumped as the sugary taste, intensely sweet yet not overwhelming, delicious, but she was unable to specifically tell what the taste was.

She chewed more and more, her face turning into a form of bliss, missing Jaune’s face turning somewhat confused as he watched her.

As she chewed, she felt herself relax, and decided to do something that she hadn’t done in years; blow a bubble.

Inhaling, she pursed her lips and blew, the gum catching the air she blew out, her worries and stresses going with it.

Something told her that if she blew the bubble bigger, she might be able to just focus on things other than her stresses…

~

Jaune was enjoying spending time alone with his partner. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Nora and Lian, but it was nice to just spend time with Pyrrha alone.

But he never knew how much she loved bubble gum. More than even one of his own younger sisters!

He watched as she started blowing a bubble with the newest one, watching her eyes light up as it grew larger and larger, the elasticity of the gum impressive, the bubble growing larger and larger, eventually increasing to the point it matched the size of her head, before…

POP! The bubble burst with an impressive sound, actually making him rock back.

~

As the bubble popped, Pyrrha felt...light. Like she had no worries, no fears. All those were gone. Instead, all she thought was…

...why had she not gone for the stud she wanted!?

Chewing on her gum a bit, she swallowed reflexively, before turning to her new boyfriend (after all, after what she was gonna do, there was no way he’d say no to dating her~!) and reaching up and letting her hair down, smiling at him, before scooting over towards him.

Seeing no resistance, she reached out and rested her hand on his lap and licked her lips as she heard his breath increase sharply, the bulge beneath her fingertips surging as it began to grow.

Without saying a word, she pulled his zipper down and fished out his cock, cooing happily as she saw just how big he was. How had she not jumped on this sooner?

Leaning down and taking the fat cock into her mouth, moaning at the taste, she knew that she wasn’t ending the night without at least two fat loads in all her holes!

[redcoralpot]

Hey!

May I request a Sally x male reader?

The reader has some ugly scars over his body, mainly thanks to self harm(you can change this part if it makes you uncomfortable!) and when Sal found out, he opened up about HIS own scars.

Some fluff, a bit of comfort if ur okay with that! ;)

Before the Wave Hits - Sal Fisher x M! Reader

Summary: You didn’t want to go too overboard with clothes on your first date with Sal. Even through your curtains, you could see the sun beating down on anything below it, birds singing from their nests. The plan was to go to the dollar store, get some snacks to bring back to your place, watch a half-butchered slasher film, and maybe kiss. To give yourself some credit, this day was nothing short of perfect, so why didn’t you feel perfect?

Warnings: Mentions of scars due to s/h and other accidents.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: This is just a warm up before I get back on Smudged! I did tweak it a bit to make the reader a burn survivor, but I did mention s/h in it as well. Tread with caution!

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A hiss escapes your mouth as you apply gel to your shoulder, feeling the raised tissue ripple unevenly against your fingertips. You close the cap with a click and wind an elastic bandage around your torso, covering your collarbone, before taping it firmly on your bicep. Pink flesh peeked from underneath the fabric and your eyebrows pinched, turning away from the mirror to put a shirt on. 

You didn’t want to go too overboard with clothes on your first date with Sal. Even through your curtains, you could see the sun beating down on anything below it, birds singing from their nests. The plan was to go to the dollar store, get some snacks to bring back to your place, watch a half-butchered slasher film, and maybe kiss. To give yourself some credit, this day was nothing short of perfect, so why didn’t you feel perfect? You sighed, tugging jeans past your boxers. The gel and remaining bandages were carelessly thrown into your bedside drawers as you sprayed cologne on your neck. Not too much; you had known Sal long enough to know he had some breathing sensitivities. The memory of when Neil had tried a new perfume in order to impress Todd in their shared apartment brought shivers down your spine. 

Keys jingled in your hand as you locked the door behind you. Your neighbor waved as you passed by, water spraying everywhere as they dipped a sponge in a bucket of water. Somehow, their back was still in great shape despite driving a Dodge Caravan, and you respected that. You returned their gesture, unlocking your similarly uncomfortable car. Your father had absolutely zero taste when it came to buying automobiles and you’d rather take anything else on a date, but you were broke. A little less broke than before, thanks to your summer job, but if someone were to shake you upside down, only a few pennies would fall out. The engine hummed as you took the wheel, chip crumbs biting your ass. 

Pulling into the parking lot of the shopping plaza practically made your heart beat out of your chest; Sal was sitting on a bench by the store’s main entrance, bangs covering most of his face. A portion of his hair was tugged back into a ponytail while the rest flowed down his shoulders, and fuck, he was handsome. College had changed both of you for better or for worse, but with junior year out of the way, you had some time to be curious. The slam of your car door broke his focus, the silhouette of his snake blinking, and Sal looked up at you. Sometimes, it was hard to discern his expressions through his mask, but you could guess he was quite unimpressed.

“Hey,” you grinned.

“Hi,” Sal said, raspy and muffled.

Gum was stuck on the ground beside his foot, so you offered him a hand, “Ready to go?”

“Sure. Though, you owe me something extra for ruining my high score.”

When Sal grasped your hand in his, you shook it, leading him inside the store. Newspapers were stacked by the counter, each detailing the latest trends and gossip with bright yellow font splattered all over. A grainy photo of the winter olympics, held in Japan this year, caught your eye. You held it up, “I remember when my parents dragged me to every ice skating rink they could find. Which, around here, there was only one.”

“You like ice skating?”

“Eh,” you shrugged, placing it back, “I kinda went for the food trucks.”

Sal ran his fingers over a cheap, small, plastic guitar on one of the shelves, “That’s pretty relatable. I was never into sports when I was a kid.”

You bumped your shoulder into his, wincing, “That’s ‘cause you were cool. Are cool. So, tell me, what kind of snacks do cool kids like?”

“Real smooth, man. I like applesauce and fries, but nothing chewy or coffee flavored,” he stated. 

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t eat dill pickle taffy?”

He watched as you shook a suspiciously bright green bag, “Ew– what?”

“Maybe not as cool as I thought.” Your tone was playful while placing the bag back on the shelf, eyes immediately drawn farther down. Glass clinked against metal as you reached for an applesauce jar, hidden in the depths of the store, hopefully not expired. You passed it over to Sal. Your other hand grabbed a generic snack, hell, you didn’t even know what it was. You were too busy looking at Sal. He tilted his head when he caught you staring, rolling his flannel sleeves up to his elbows. 

The cashier had his nose stuck in a newspaper as the two of you approached, and when you interrupted his reading, he glared at you as if you had thrown his children out a window. He certainly looked old enough. Regardless, his eyes lingered a bit longer on Sal’s prosthetic and the cashier carefully took the money from your fingers. Three dollars; one-fifty each. Kind of hypocritical of the dollar store, you chuckled. You almost said as much to Sal before the cashier interrupted you, “It’s a little early for Halloween, don’t you think?”

His breath smelled like weed and the bones in your neck popped as you turned to look at him, “What?”

“It’s a prosthetic,” Sal corrected, calm, much to your astoundment.

“Oh,” the cashier said, “close enough.”

Sal tucked the snacks underneath his arm and went on his way. You glanced at the cashier, already back in his reading, and then ran after your date. His one eye looked at you, while the other stared straight ahead. You unlocked your car door and Sal placed both snacks on a towel, then slid into the shotgun seat, fingers already toying with the radio knob. He switched through plenty of channels before settling on one that satisfied him; grunge with occasional death metal. You thought back to his electric guitar, always perched by his bed at his shared apartment. Sal was a funky guy. His fingers were moving once again, never still, wiggling as he hummed. You grinned, adding your own voice to join him. At some point, your voice cracked in a way that it hadn’t since you first started puberty, and Sal laughed. Laughed, with his full chest and his head cocked back to bounce against the headrest, eyes squeezed tightly shut. It wasn’t rare, per say, but definitely more scarce than in high school. 

After a few seconds, Sal allowed himself to breathe again, taking firm inhales through his mouth. The image of the cashier was far in the back of your mind. Now, there were more serious matters to discuss. 

“So, what movie do you wanna watch? I have Scream, IT, even Clueless and Interview With a Vampire if you’re into that kind of stuff.”

He paused, “Those are pretty random. Scream’s a hit but IT’s a total classic, so I can’t choose. Why do you have those last two?”

“Meh, I got them while fishing through the thrift movie pile. I thought Larry would appreciate, uh, vamp-ified Brad Pitt.” You pulled your keys back into your pocket, rushing to open the door for Sal.

“Jeez, now I gotta watch it,” Sal rolled his eyes, trailing behind you, watching in interest as he stepped into your home.

You raised your eyebrows, “You like Brad Pitt?”

“No, of course not! I like to get informed before I trash on something so I can trash on it expertly.”

You waved your hand in his direction, and then gestured towards the kitchen, “My mistake. Say, go get yourself a bowl of applesauce in the kitchen and I’ll get the movie set up, yeah? Vampire Brad Pitt it is!”

Sal’s footsteps grew fainter, slapping against tile as he entered the kitchen. You heard a thump and soft cursing, then cabinets opening. You shook your head, turning your attention to the tapes stored underneath the television, squinting at the messily written labels on faded cases. The Outsiders, E.T– you actually forgot you had that one– and many more from across the last two decades. Interview With a Vampire was in the very back, rarely touched, since your parents thought Lestat and Louis were a little too close throughout it. You snickered at the memory and slipped it out of its casing. When the television roared to life, it displayed a menu detailing a range of options, such as credits, extras, and playing the actual movie. With two clicks of the remote and an uncomfortable twist of your arm, the latter was chosen. 

The carpet was soft under your feet as you waited, staring at a frozen, black screen. You shifted your arm back and forth, unable to find a comfortable position for it. Sal swerved the corner with a bowl, seeming to lean extra far to avoid the wall, and returned to your side. He placed it on the table, sinking into the floral fabric of your couch. Tension leaked from his body, practically making a puddle at his feet, before he reached his hands towards his prosthetic. You looked away, the feeling of intruding on something so private gnawing at your stomach, especially on the first date. Sal only loosened the bottom straps, slipping the spoon in the space he created. You released a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding.

Finally, the movie played, and the fun started. Sal made comments throughout, but stayed almost eerily silent during what he deemed was important. Those times, you could only hear tragic music and the sound of his breathing. You tried to relax with him, you truly did, but the hot air had dried you out in more ways than one. Your bandages became itchy and dragged against your scars with every movement; you had to subtly try to adjust them every time the issue came back with roaring vengeance. You needed to change them, but the bathroom excuse wouldn’t suffice– Sal knew where the bathroom was, and it wasn’t your bedroom. Sal was anything if not observant. You could feel his eyes, or eye, trailing your every move when you attempted to be sneaky.

“You okay?” Sal asked, plainly. 

You laughed, but it was humorless, your hand holding the collar of your shirt away from your body, “Sure, yeah, I’m just kind of uncomfortable, you know?”

“Obviously not with the movie,” he said, putting down his bowl, “but even that would be pretty understandable.”

“An old injury’s just acting up.”

He clipped his straps back on fully, “Scarring? Yeah, it can get sensitive sometimes.”

Does Sal know how on the dot he gets shit sometimes? You felt your cheeks, shoulder, and even self-made scars that you had all but forgotten about burning in the embarrassing spotlight placed on you. Too similar to the vampires you had witnessed on television. However, there was no judgment in his eyes; no malice nor pity. Sal just simply pressed the ‘pause’ button on the remote and spoke, “Do you have any ointment? I can help reapply if you need it.” 

You really wanted to kiss him later. 

-

@hexthemushroom @skitzomutt

[anomaly-hivemind]

Beg for me ☆ Goddess! Nico Robin x Reader

Summary: You may have said a few things that hurt your friend's feelings, but they were true. If they were so wrong, the goddess herself could come and strike you down. You actually didn’t want to be struck down, so put on your worshipping shoes and beg for forgiveness, maybe prove your “newfound devotion.”

Word Count: 2010

Tags:  Goddess Nico Robin, slight jerk reader, Dacryphilia, god complex, is it a god complex if you’re actually a god, sacrilege? Femdom, begging, pussydrunk, mind break, mind control, cunnilingus

You looked around looking for your friends outside the library and they waved excitedly when they saw you and called you over. You greeted them and headed inside. It wasn’t any ordinary library you were in but the library of Ohara, dedicated to the supposed homeland of the goddess Nico Robin, you thought the stories they told of gods and goddesses were a bunch of crap, but your friends didn’t and you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to go to a nice fancy library.

You looked over as your friend, Pomji, called your name.

“Hmm?”

“Look, isn't this so cool?” They began talking about a picture of Nico Robin and how lovely her image was. All you could think of was how unrealistic it was. Multiple hands with what small frame? Such a drastic ratio of measurements? All it is is some horny men of the past created their ideal woman and made unrealistic standards for women for the rest of time. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your friend calling your name.

“Are you even listening? If you don’t care just say you don’t care,” They said, frowning. 

“Well I don’t care,’ You said, honestly,  That seemed like the wrong decision, your friends' frown deepened and they turned back to the book. The leaned over to your other friend, Chika, and said something to them, the smiled. and went back to what they were reading. You shrugged your shoulders and turned back to what you were reading. You chuckled and the ridiculousness of it all, you were reading the legend of the sun god Nika, or Monkey D. Luffy. Stretching every part of his body? Human skin certainly did have elasticity, but was it made out of rubber because he ate gum gum fruit? The whole thing was laughable, and that’s what you did… laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Pomji asked.

“ Oh just what I’m reading, it’s so silly, I mean who actually believes this crap?” You laugh while Pomji grits their teeth.

“Um me, I believe in this ‘crap’. This is a religious library, why did you even agree to come if you’re just gonna laugh at what I believe in?”  They whispered harshly and their eyes narrowed as they looked at you incredulously.  

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, you have to be honest with yourself, One Piece gives people insecurities and is just a way to manipulate the scared and ignorant masses. Monkey D. Luffy isn’t going to rise from the dead as the god of liberation and save you, You’re being fooled.” You said, when you looked at Pomji after your lengthy speech they had tears in their eyes. 

“My religion may be a joke to you but it’s serious to me. You don’t even know what you’re talking about,” they stormed off leaving you alone.

You blinked for a moment,... Did that really just happen? I mean it was true, there was more evidence pointing to One Piece being false than being true. 

“How dramatic,” You groaned, looking back at Chika; you were surprised to see that they were packing their things. “Wha- Chika, come on, you can't be serious; you don’t believe in this One Piece shit either!” A few others in the library looked at you incredulously; you didn’t even realize that you had raised your voice.

“Be quiet, this is a library. And I may not be religious but I'm not going to say that someone else shouldn’t believe in it either. I’m going to find Pomji, later,” Chika said gathering up their things, the few items Pomji had left, pushing in their chair and walking away without sparing you another glance.

You were left dumbfounded. You can’t believe that both of your friends left you with a simple comment. 

“That wasn’t very nice you know,” you looked back to where the voice came from to see a tall beautiful woman. She had long black hair with soft waves to it, tanned skin, and eyes as blue as the ocean.

“And who are you to say anything, it doesn’t concern you anyways,” 

The woman smiled politely before speaking.” Well, it does concern me you see because you were talking about me, Nico Robin,” 

“Huh?” Before you could even comprehend what was happening hands sprouted from the table and chair and grabbed hold of you. In an instant you were somewhere else entirely, it was strange it still looked vaguely library-ish but nothing like the one you were just in.

“Wha- what’s happening, Where are we? Who the hell are you?” You stuttered, looking around where you were.

“I already told you, I’m Nico Robin, and this is my holy domain, I brought you here so you wouldn’t cause a scene.”

“The Strawhat Deities are just mythology, lady hates to break it to you, you may be pretty, but you ain’t no goddess. I think all these dusty old books are getting to your head.” You said, her expression changed, but you still couldn’t place the emotion. 

Your eyes widened in shock as hundreds of hands bloomed around her and eyes of varying sized popped up around the room all staring at you. It made your skin crawl. The never ending star of all those electric blue eyes filled you with unease.

When you tried to get up, more hands popped up from nowhere and grabbed hold of you, keeping you seated.

“P-pease-please don’t k-k-kill me, I believe you! I-i promise, I promise!” You stuttered, eyes wide and dread filling your being.

She huffed in amusement, and all the extra body parts disappeared just so that her hands could spring up from the ground and make a large throne. She sat down and crossed her legs, looking down at you with a calm smile on her face.

“Why shouldn’t I? You have quite the number of sins racked up, you know. You do know what happens to sinners, right?” Your blood ran cold at her words; You didn’t want to think about what she would do. Based on what you did know, Nico Robin was also called the Demon Child in One Piece. In the Book on Enies Lobby, it says that she destroys three ships full of innocent marines and citizens of her home country. Why would someone worship such a violent goddess? You can't fathom, but you didn’t wanna die, so for once, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

“So…? I guess you're ready to die then?’ She asked teasingly.

“N-no, please don't kill me I’ll do anything, I promise,”  You feel a sense of dread, and your heart is beating what feels like a thousand times a minute. You feel your eyes almost welling up and you hold back your pathetic display to have your life spared. 

“Maybe if you beg, I’ll consider it,”

“Please, oh great goddess Nico Robin, please don’t kill me; I don’t wanna die; I‘ll do anything, anything at all; please forgive me,” You said, kneeling in front of her.

“I’m sorry if I offended you in any way necessary, I mean necessary; I'll find a way to apologize; just please don't kill me,” Tears were falling down your eyes, and you tried not to sniffle as you cried. Then you try to whip them away as to make yourself look less like a little bitch.

“Show your devotion to me, and I’ll accept you turning from your life of sin”

“Don't you want a taste of me,"  her words were hardly a question,  bring your hand to her wet cunt, then guide your hand that was wet with her juices to your lips. 

You let out a slight noise as the sweet taste hits your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut as you savor it.  You breathe, his mouth watering as you want more. You looked up at her, waiting on your head to partake in her mystic. 

"Want a taste from the source?" She watches you with an amused expression opens your eyes, and your gaze darkens and intensifies as she looks at you. 

As you slurped on her juices, you looked up into her glowing blue eyes. Beautiful…  You can't deny your hunger anymore, even if it was a feeling that seemingly, the desire coursing through your veins and making your skin tingle with want and a desire to please and obey. 

 "I want to taste you from the source."  You lean towards her with an eagerness.

"Down down and dive in," Robin tells you, and you don't hesitate to do as she says. Your hand carefully runs up her leg, bringing your lips into her heat.

Your eyes are dark with lust, the look in your gaze almost feral, giving you a blown look. You bring your head forward, your nose skimming along her inner thigh, getting closer. She lets out a pleased breath as she feels your hot tongue. You groan against her as she grips his hair, the sensation adding to the pleasure you're already experiencing. You go straight to her source of pleasure. Your tongue then flicks out, tracing circles around your clit before ducking under to find her entrance.

As soon as he touches you, you let out another moan, her fingers grip and start to tighten on your hair almost painfully. But you don't care as long as you make her feel good. That's all that matters; it's the only thing that should matter, and it does. It's the only thing you need and want. You can't get enough of the sounds she's making. You hum happily against her folds, still exploring her pussy with your tongue.

Robin was letting out sultry, sweet sounds that felt like the closest thing to a form of salvation. You slide your face in deeper, finding that wetness that's making you go crazy. The taste of her is intoxicating, the scent of her arousal hypnotic driving you wild. You pull away before starting to move his tongue again. This time he swirls it around slowly, and slurps at her entrance, knowing all you can fantasize what it feels like being in her.

“Doesn’t it feel better, all your sins washing away?” She pulls you more against her cunt, almost getting rid of your ability to breathe. 

You smile into her sex, It only encourages you more; knowing how much she turns you on just by licking some puss.  You begin lapping at her faster now, using small licks and quick sucks interspersed between long strokes of your tongue up and down her slit as an attempt to tongue  fucker her a little bit while focused on pleasing you orally.  You could feel her getting closer as your tongue pushed on her hole, which was closing against nothing but the tip of your tongue. 

You feel her rock her hips into your face as she falls into her orgasms. The sound causes of her falling close to her peak made you feel the neglected arousal that you were also feeling right now.  You drink up her climax as she releases her grip on your head, and you finish eating her out through it. 

Nico Robin stood up and fixed you up a bit. She cupped your chin and wiped off your mouth with a swipe of her thumb.

“I was never going to kill you, by the way; take care of yourself, apologize to Pomji,” Robin said before you appeared outside of the library. You looked around, a bit dazed. Did… did that actually happen?

You looked over at the sound of Chika’s voice. They did a double-take before speaking, with a slight frown on their face. “Where the hell did you get here?” Pomji turned around at Chika’s comment.

“Sorry for what I said earlier, Pomji; I believe now,” You said, shocking both of your friends, 

“What the hell happened in there?” Chika said, looking at you. 

You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. “The ONE PIECE! THE ONE PIECE IS REAL!”

“Shush, we are still outside a library,” your friends shake their heads at you.

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I saw your post abt Schlatt wearing a hair tie on his wrist incase his partner needed it and I think that would be the cutest fic idea

HAIR TIES !!

description: often losing your hair ties? then don't with schlatt !!

a/n: you're not bothering, i swear !! i love answering your asks :))

You weren’t the type of person to lose sight of your things often.

That, unfortunately, couldn’t be said the same about your hair ties. You somehow bought the hundred pack from Target and then you’re out of hair ties that same week. How the fuck? Either the cats got into it and started playing with them and threw them under the fridge or other places that were hard to reach, or you were just that absentminded and blamed it on the cats rather than admit that it was hard to keep track of your own hair ties. Or fairies. Definitely fairies.

Schlatt had a front seat to your levels of insanity from seeing you randomly lose the hair ties and then finding them again in weird places no hair ties should even be at. Why was it in the fridge? Why was it under his bed? You’ll never know. Because of that, he decided to keep a spare one on his wrist in case you needed it while the two of you were out. You noticed that and asked why he had a hair tie around his wrist and he waved off your questions with the reasoning of wanting to tie his own hair when strands of it fall in his face.

So imagine your surprise when you were out on a date night with Schlatt - dressed to the nines - and then having to rummage through your purse like some starved raccoon in a suburban backyard. Yeah, it was not a good look for you as you pulled out crumpled receipts, a stick of gum, and other various things that somehow gathered in your purse and made a home for themselves.

Schlatt cackled loudly at the sight of poor you grabbing handfuls of receipts and looking up at him with a frown like he was the cause of the copious amounts of receipts in your purse. Maybe he was. Who knows? “This is not funny,”

“I know, but your reaction is.”

You frowned at his words, shoving things that made your purse a purse, and sighed. You ran a hand through your hair to make a makeshift ponytail just for a few seconds and then dropped it. Well, guess you’ll have to suffer through the night with no hair tie. Boohoo, poor you.

“Here,” he handed the one on his wrist to you and you snapped the elastic between your fingers, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow and he looked back down at you with the same look. This feels like a trap, somehow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, tying your hair up. “You’re just giving it to me?”

“I mean yeah, it’s yours. I just keep it in case you need it.”

You beamed at his words, squealing as you gave him a side hug. “Thank you! Thank you! I promise not to lose this!”

Schatt chuckled at your words, patting your head. “I mean you can try, I doubt you’ll be able to though.”

Date night went smoothly after that and you keep a hair tie on your wrist now in case either one of you needs it. Schlatt also keeps one too, so it’s two for two. There’s no losing one now! Hopefully. Seriously, you need to check under the fridge to see if the lost hair ties made a home for themselves amongst the dust.