#the words of sneck

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Today's whump is a whumpee who does Not want to get sick surrounded by sniffling people 😭

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Mario attractor more like the stim toy of my DREAMS omg

Unused "Mario Attractor Area" object found in the files of Super Mario Galaxy. Whenever Mario is shot out of a cannon, this object would have made him uncontrollably attracted to it, making his flight path curve so that he lands in it.

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...so, sneck is a word, apparently.

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Uh. Tried to find yellow-green color names to describe bruising. Not... exactly what I was looking for. Here's some ridiculous sentences.

"Hours of kneeling just days prior left them with Mad Scientist blotching on their knees."

"They could still see the finger-shaped indents around their arm, even after fading to a soft Guacamole."

"They pulled their sleeves down, trying to hide the faint Swamp that lingered."

"Is that a bruise?!" "It doesn't hurt that bad, I promise, it's just Pea Soup, see?" "It shouldn't even be that!"

[demetriusyeet]

Some people don’t think fish are meat so I guess they must just be swimming cake

[hrefna-the-raven]

Lawmen

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - A brief spell

It took Perkins forever to open his heavy eyelids, slowly blinking only to notice a splitting headache that successfully kept him from adjusting his blurred vision. As he tried to lift his head from the cold tiles, the pain increased dramatically and almost knocked him back to the floor. Never again, his still numb mind gave out to him, liquor never solves a problem. As his surroundings started to take shape, his eyes tried to get a hold seemingly wobbly ground and he only managed to heave himself from the ground by sheer determination and a growing disgust towards himself. The air in his apartment was musty and stale and the stench of his booze soaked clothes penetrated his nostril as a constant reminder of his failure. His stomach churned as he tried to steady his plump body on the spinning ground. He hastily staggered to the kitchen sink, the acid burning his already sore throat as he threw up yesterday’s putrid sweet liquid, coughing and retching until his stomach was finally empty. He stopped glaring at the rotten stinking brown gloop after what seemed an eternity. You are worse than a simple disgrace, he angrily snarled at himself, you are a piece of shit, just a plain dumb piece of shit. Perkins clenched his fist and smote it over and over again on the metal next to the sink until he felt the blood course from his trembling fist.

Gavin’s lips were pressed on yours and you felt his hand grabbing your waist to push you closer to him. The warmth of his body felt comforting, absorbing all the worries and pain, leaving you with nothing but a sweet sereneness enwrapping the burning desire emerging from deep within. You wanted this moment to last an eternity but, as luck usually snecked up, Gavin’s pager violently interrupted your togetherness. He moaned annoyed as his lips parted from yours. He moved to the pager on the kitchen table, quickly took a peep at the display before dashing it against the wall.

“Is it too much to ask for people to not get killed while I want and finally can be with you?”, his voice shook.

He grabbed you, pulled you close for a hug and hold you so tight against him that you wondered if he would simply ignore the fact that duty was waiting. The sweet smell of his soap intoxicated your mind, how could you ever ignored your love for him this long? As on an unrequested demand your mind started playing a determined best of "why not to choose Reed" moments, only to loose against the soft stubbles of his beard scratching against your cheek and just as you were about to finally surrender to your seething longing for your favourite douche, he pushed you away and headed to the bedroom, leaving you all dressed up and with nowhere to go. He rushed back to you, dressed in his usual dark grey t-shirt, the slightly battered jeans and his brown hooded leather jacket, clipping his police badge to the left side of his hip. His hand caressed your cheek and the gentle way he breathed your name made you jitter.

“You can stay here if you want to”, he pecked you on the cheek, “I’ll write you when I’m back at the precinct in case you want to pay a visit to your favourite lawman.”

He gave you a typical both eye wink before leaving the apartment. You shook your head and looked up from the door. It is the second time within two days that you'd find yourself behind a closed door, only this time the feeling attached to it was much more enjoyable. The moment you headed out to celebrate with Perkins, you never thought you’d end up in your best friend’s place, and you most certainly did not expect the kisses and the confession, least of all spying him masturbating to the thoughts of you.

I wonder how long he’s been hiding his feelings, you asked yourself out loud.

Oh well, how long have I been hiding my own feelings, you instantly questionned back.

You sighed, soliloquising in Gavin’s apartment, that was a new point in your life, you never thought you’d live through voluntarely. You grabbed your phone and headed home. It was still early, you had a day off and the idea to train a bit at the precinct was too tempting to pass on. You would train as long as Gavin was back and after the two of you could go out for lunch. There was a lot to discuss and process.

Chapter 6

[judgeanon]

Hey, I need the best dumb future slang words and terms you've read!

The Dredd ones are always the first to come to mind. Drokk, Stomm, Dok, Jovis Grud, Grud on a Greenie, etc.

Strontium Dog also has "sneck", as in "snecking bastard".

Cosmic Marvel had "d'ast" and "flark", and 40k has "zog" and "feth", and both of them had Dan Abnett who I'm sure fucking LOVES making up 2000AD-style curse words.

And of course, there's always Lobo and his beloved "Frag", "Bastich" and others.

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digestion

so new series it will be Lab i have already written the first two parts so when do you want them

[peachesncreampies]

Blast x reader: Phone call kinktober day three: thigh riding

I am the first person to write fanfiction for this character. and it’s filthy smut. I’m so proud. @blubglub are you proud???? @sneck-lemonade and @spo0kynekozzz are the obligatory tags, more will be added later.

also like I wrote this with like daddy kink in mind but like the word daddy is never used once so like idk what to call except benevolent degradation. he babies you in a kinky way but not in a “ooooooh call me daddy;)” way, ya know)

also despite being about a character we’ve seen in the manga once, unless you count that ass shot, this doesn’t have any spoilers. unless you haven’t seen the picture of him yet.

   Blast had to have been on the phone for at least and hour now. He wasn't even doing all that much talking, the occasional grunts, and confirmations were all that came out of his mouth. The hero association had called while you were trying to have sex with him. The only piece of clothing either of you were wearing were his boxers. They clung to his hips, and the stretch of the elastic made his v-line all the more prominent. Physically, he was right in front of you, a few feet away, sitting at the end of the bed, back facing you, listening to Stitch or whoever yabber on the phone about whatever didn't concern him. In that moment, however, he felt so far away. It made something in you tingle. You had waited long enough.    Climbing off the side of the bed, you walk around and seat yourself in his lap, each leg dangling off the side of his one strong thigh. He looks at you, and even leans in when you wrap your arms around his neck.    "Yeah stitch I-" He gets cut off by the man on the phone. His brow furrows a little bit, but his face softens when he looks back at you. The hand he had resting on the bed wraps around your waist as he moves to sit up closer to the edge. You doubt he was expecting you grind yourself into the muscle of his leg. The pleasure tingles down your spine, and you go to move again, but the arm he has around you pulls you closer to his chest, keeping you still on his leg. He moves his phone away from his ear before he presses mute.    "Whats got you so worked up?" He asks. He situates you on his leg so you're higher up and closer to him.    "I just..." You look away. "I was looking forward to what we were going to do," you start. It was hard to find the words for what came over you. "But then the phone call."    "I understand," he says, "I would rather be fucking you than be on that phone call any day." You felt heat pool in your stomach at those words. He pulls your body weight down and grinds his leg up against your core at the same time, and the moan that flies past your lips is in equal parts unexpected and wanted.    He smirks at your surprised face. "There we go baby," he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, "but you gotta be quiet, cause I'm on the phone." He bounces his leg again, and your hands fly to his shoulders. "Can you do that?"

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Here’s a sneck peek into my latest wip: Drunk Feelings, Sober Words.

[pmiller1]

Another Destiny! [N:TWEwY AU]

"¡Qué lástima! My heart goes out to you. It really does." Motoi said by the river toward the Cat hoodie Reaper. "But I can't exactly back down now, can I?"

Rindo and his team watch as he and Shoka was ready to battle. He worry over his idol An0ther was gonna risk himself to her.

"You're all that stands between me and my destiny." He told her. "'Destinly'?" She snalled at him, "Sound like someone's read one too meny horscopes, I'd dream a littler smaller if I were you, sweetie. Since there's no way in hell you're getting past me."

"We'll see about that. 'Never fear a fight; fight your hear instead.'"

"Motoi, wait!" Rindo rushing in trying to stop him.

"Time to show you what je'm really made of." He said not getting a word from Rindo "I expect no quarter from you, either, getita."

"All right-You asked for it." She said, her hand out, growing with some noise like claw, oddly look like a bird feet. "But don't say I didn't warn you after I best your ass to a pule!"

And with she hragh out to Motoi wish he screamed back by her claw attack to him, knocking him down.

"Motoi!" Rindo and other rush to Motou body. "What are you doing here?" She ask, seeming kind of shock to see him. He said nothing. "Don't be shy-step right up!"

"Motoi..." "Uhh, guys? He's not moving..." Fret said. "C'mon, brotha, Stay withus, yo!"

"How could you do this?" He ask the Reaper. She said nothing. "I was not perpared for such tragedy today..." Nagi muses. "Guess you should fear the Reapers..." Fret said.

"You can't die now-we just met!" He said to Motoi. "You said you were gonna help us out!"

"Ugh." She slep out.

"You!" He turn toward the Reaper. "You heartless bitch! You'll pay for this." He yell at her, making her back up from him, her eyes wide.

"Rin... He..." She said, her voice slacken. "No! He was helping us in the game and you had to kill him." Rindo yell at her.

"But he..." "NO! Shut up already!" She really taken a back by that.

"I have had it with you, always snooping into our noses. What is your problem? Antagonizing us for no good fucking reason!" He yell at her. "And now this? I know there a missions to take you one, but don't have to do that to him, not to my idol!"

"Dang he really piss off." Fret said. "Tis aura is really unsettling, all that rage." Nagi said. "You really tick him off, Kitty girl." Beat said "Now ye gonna get it."

"Wait, if you let me---" "No!" Rindo said, making her really taken a back by her "You..."

"I hate you! You're the worst person that I ever met!" He Rindo said, no, cry out to her.

Shoka was standing limb, her arms dangling. Her hoodie was drip over, Her face was unseen. "Woah, did she just shut off?" Fret ask. "Tis seem that she had taken critical hit." Nagi said "Witch to say, is unsettling." "Yick. She must had taken that hard." Beat said.

"Shoka...?" Rindo said, starting to regard what he said to her.

"Hahahahaha..." Shoka laugh unsettling "I am the worst aren't I? Why would I think that we could had been...?"

Her body was burning with black fire. Her laugh still echo around them. "Lord Rindo! There tisthing worng with with her?!" Nagi said. "I had a bad feeling about this." Fret said. "Look like she gonna all out on his." Beat said "Ye better be ready, she aren't holding back now."

"Shoka...?" Rindo said, now feeling really worry for her.

"Can't even make him be my friend in person..." She voice echo. "So typical of me, useless. Useless, USELESS!!!"

"Shoka?!" He ask, looking very pale, his eyes widen.

She scream, as body transformed by the black flame around her, upon the fire disbursed, stand a one noise, a black body like feline, having two grey noise-like craw, the craw again looking bird craw, a grey noise tail, there back feet having grey noise toes, it have two wings both of them was red to black noise, want to look like a bird wing and last is had a felined head with a noise-like beak.

"W-What on earth?" Rindo yelt out. "She no long bear no resemblance of human girl anymore." Nagi said. "Yeah, she like a Griffons now." Fret said. "Yo, why a half bird kitty?" Beat ask.

"I did say we have to flight each other one day." Shoka ehco from the noise. "Hah?" "Guess it best to take the dragon out of his misery." She echo. "Dragon what?!"

"Lord Rindo, She gong to attack us!" Nagi yell out, trying to sneck him out of it. "Urm. Yeah, Everyone stay sharp!"

And thus the Battle Start. She echo "Hahaha, later loser."

Fret move and already fire some Force Rounds at her, taking some small damage, her wings making her hover above the ground, As Nagi already setting frame under her, hoping the frame would damage her, but she keep moving out of the frame, as she moving outside and flying into the team.

Grabbing Rindo from her air with her craw, pining him down on the ground. "Guy, a little help here?!" Rindo yell out. Beat was charging for a massive hit to her. "Hold on Rindo! I got ye!"

Fret, Nagi and Beat able to take there attack onto the Griffin Cantus, knocking off Rindo. This allow Rindo to attack her, sword out for a shockwave attack her. She scream in pain, taken the damage from it.

However able to knock back the team, able to fly out of battleground, flying outside the ring to send some light balls toward the them, making them move out of the way from the exploding light balls.

She sloop back in, hovering, as Fret and Rindo dealing damage toward her with Nagi burring underneath her, taking some fire damage, wild Beat able to knock her off the air, sending down on the ground, where the team deal more damaged toward her. About to build there Groove to have a Nagi call the Fireball to land on her with the other three helping out.

And it was Rindo that take the last blow to her. "Rin. I am... so.... sorry..." She last echo. Before Noise from become erased.

After the battle, she reverted back to her normal from, she was lying head 1st on the ground, her hoodie was all they could see. The team, taken the time to breath in.

"That was some battle." Fret said. "Somewhat epic, tis must say." Nagi mutter. "Didn't think kitty got it in her." Beat said.

"Rin..." Shoka voice, "I am so sorry."

"Shoka...?" Rindo said. "I just wanna to help you." She said, still on the floor. "I can't bear to see you go."

"What do you---" Rindo said, "You was my very first friend." She said, making him look toward Shoka. "Hah?"

"I've befriend you when I've first came to Shibuya." She said, her hand pulling the cat ear from her hoodie. "I just couldn't..." She chocked.

"What I don't... What are you..." Rindo said. "It me, Rindragon!" She said, looking up to him, her eyes was wet, tears. "I'm... Swallow..."

"What?!" Rindo yelp out. "You mean, you was his online buddy?" Fret said. "Tis was unexpected." Nagi said. "Seriously, that why ye was half bird kitty girl?" Beat ask.

"But I don't... if you where then then why...?" Rindo said.

"¡Oh perdóname!" A voice said, just then a trip wire came rushing in, binding Shoka trap in the wire. "Shoka!" He yell out.

The team turn toward a alive and walking Motoi, along with the other Pureheart beside him. "But I can’t let you take my recompensas." He said, walking toward Shoka, still bind by the wire, her body starting to fizzle. "This young lady had been breaking her ruled by lending her support to your team. She been helping you with all she could do."

"Wait, she was helping us?" Beat yep out. "Tis must been lending her support as best as she could." Nagi said.

"Still like I said before, I did not expected that they make you the next target," Motoi said. "Only because you reported my action to the Reapers." Shoka hiss at him. "You even took credit that I did yesterday, just so you can trick your fan into doing the dirty work."

"Motoi?" He look toward Motoi, "What can I say, he idol already and he come in handy." Motoi said "Still I must say, you reviving that you was your his amiga en linea, that is inesperado."

"Tis knew that was something I dislike about him." Nagi ask, "Tis nothing but a selfish scum of villainy." "Yeah, I think he been ducking you Kid." Beat said. "He the worst already." Fret said.

"And I must say." Another voice, a old one, and that laugh, As Kuko show up walking toward Motoi. "You did a fine job there, you make a fine Reaper for this Anazawa." He said "Tricking the player to the dirty work. It would good to have you working with us."

"And as for you Missy." He said turn toward the trap Reaper. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Drop dead." She yell at him. "I don't care what I done was wrong, I would let you dest---"

"Nat Ah-ah." He said "You wouldn't say too much right now, if I was you." This make her become quiet right there.

"Still you kind of fading away now, it only matter of time before be fully erased." Kuko said "Shouldn't really let out your Cantus form. Knowing the risk that it would be fatal in your rank."

"Shoka..." Rindo said. She look toward him, her body starting to flick out. "I'm sorry that we... couldn't be... friends... in... real..." And with that she was erased.

"SHOKA!" He yell out, falling to his kneed.

"Tragic isn't it?" Kuko said, "Killing the one that was you friend all that years." "Oh if only they was a way to turn back time and prevent all of this from happening."

Rindo was now holding on his Player Pin, he doesn't want this to happen, he doesn't want this to happen, he will not make it happen. As he turn back time. Ending this timeline.

[2p-hcmaker]

For the 100 followers event, can you do a Kingdom au with Royalty! 2p America and peasant! s/o? Thank you and congrats!

Thanks you lovesss

Royal! 2p! America and Peasant S/O

In this AU, Allen is most likely a prince

Because let's be honest him being a King is a little scary (At least my iteration of him)

At some point, he’ll be king, but everyone in the kingdom hopes his shenanigans stop or at least go down in intensity before that happens

But oh man

He rarely spends a whole day in the castle

Usually, he’ll be out in the town square or nearby markets, doing whatever catches his attention

Usually, he’s buying some useless trinket or flirting

the royal advisors can’t figure out which is worse

but they are pretty sure its the flirting

As a prince he really shouldn’t be just flirting with anyone because he’ll bring up local girl's hopes, only to have them be crushed when he has to marry some noble

You could easily say it was his favorite pastime

some might even say it was a skill

but he’s going to have to find a new hobby 

because it’s time for a Royal Selection (TM)

Some obligatory thing for the princes of the kingdom where once they reach a certain age they have to choose who they’ll marry

(Stereotypical plot point I know about it’s still cute)

A bunch of suitors have come to the kingdom, hoping to be the lucky one

And really, Allen’s thinks they are cool, but nothing is giving him that 

~*- spark -*~

the royal advisors are stricter than usual, and it's nearly impossible for Allen to go out 

So one day he sneaks out

mainly for retail therapy

he wanders around, mostly moping

eventually, he steps up to a stall selling miniature figures of glass

these bad bois that everyone loves

He saw the figures first and hasn’t taken his eyes off of them yet

They are so cool, he wants like eight

as he looks up to ask

it happens

the ~*- spark -*~

The words are caught in his throat as his face steady heats up

The stall owner, a peasant his age, smiles awkwardly unsure of what just happened

Eventually, Allen finds his voice and accidentally buys like 10 more than he originally planned 

He tries making conversation as the stall owner wraps each delicate figure

He fails and scurries off afterword

Days pass and he’s still a mess

He can barely pay attention to anything being said to him

let alone the suiters there for the selection

A week passes and Allen has snecked out again, this time determined to have an actual conversation with the stall owner

He walks just outside the stall

Steels his nerves

and runs away realizing he has nothing to say

Maybe this isn’t such a good idea?

Everyone has been saying he’s going to marry a noble

He can’t have a crush on a peasant now!

conflicted, he heads back to the castle

He spent a whole day, tossing it around in his mind

He has the figures he bought lined up on his desk. He’s been tinkering with them, studying them

he plays with them while working, thinking more about the stall owner than his work

Middle of the night, sitting at his desk because he’s unable to sleep he makes up his mind

He shouldn’t lie to himself but he also won’t force himself onto anyone

If he can win over the stall owner, then he’ll ignore the Royal Selection (TM)

The next day he marches his way out the castle gates and straight to the stall

The stall is swamped with buyers and as Allen waits he starts to second guess himself

Is this worth it?

what if I get rejected?

what if I'm butting in where I shouldn’t?

He gets lost in thought as the buyers dwindle until the stall owner is alone

They look up, notice Allen and smile fondly

“Hey, welcome back!”

Allen snaps back, making eye contact

he melts, smiling shyly and walking over

the rest they say is history

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Me for the past six years: something will get me back into video games and reduce the “I’m wasting time” guilt of playing them.

Date Everything: *exists*

Me: Haha, I’m aroace, it won’t be the one about dating humanized household objects!

Me, five hours later: Oh my god my silverware is so sweeeeet I’m gonna flirt with him,,,

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If he got impaled on the top he might not survive... so I think I'll have to let him land on the side, get the breath knocked out of him, and tumble to the bottom disoriented and bruised 😊!!!!!

need need need to have a pretty boy in my basement with sweat soaked hair staring wide eyed up at me with his arms tied behind his back

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The Unkissable Prince Ch.3

The third and last chapter of The Unkissable Prince

2.2 k words

Trigger warning: Making outs( Not descriptive) Cursing, mention of being used

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It had been months since Kaminari and Hitoshi shared the first of many kisses. Every time Kaminari practiced a scene that involved a kiss, Hitoshi was there, and neither of them had a problem doing a little extra on the kissing part. Sometimes one of them would suggest that a scene needed to be redone just so they could have an excuse to connect again. At one point the kisses turned to make-out sessions, ones that made Kaminari forget what scene or line he was on.

Though their physical relationship evolved, that was it. There were no dates, no confessions, nothing but rehearsal with more lip action. Kaminari had no problem with physical attention but he did have a problem with having no emotional attention. Kaminari didn’t want Hitoshi to think that he was using him for his kisses but he also doesn’t have the confidence to confess to Hitoshi

For Hitoshi, he was facing similar issues. He loved the feeling of Denki so close to him, their lips on each other. Though he also didn’t want Denki or others to think that Hitoshi just used people for his own needs. Hitoshi doesn’t have a great reputation, and if a rumor that he used people got around, most wouldn’t bat an eye at such an idea. Hitoshi had kept most of his emotions locked away, he’s realized that any time he speaks, his words are twisted and he becomes a monster, event o those close to him. SO when he becomes close to Denki and the rest of the drama club he fears that his emotions will push them away, no matter how positive the emotion, including his love for Kaminari. Hitoshi has seen Denki around school, before they had ever interacted, Hitoshi was envious of the blonde’s ability to interact with people. Eventually, Hitoshi no longer watched out of envy but out of curiosity, the curiosity turned into infatuation. Then he conversed with him and it was no longer something he could label as envy, curiosity, or infatuation it was the beginning of love like was too simple of a word, but at the time he wasn’t in love with Denki, but now he was.

Hitoshi could never confess his feelings to Denki, and Denki’s self-esteem was too low for him to think he even deserved to confess to Hitoshi. So for months, they were stuck with just kisses and makeout sessions, confessions left unsaid and unheard. Now it’s been at least three months, with every kiss came more trust, every self-deprecating word was followed by the reassurance that whoever put that thought in their head was wrong, every silent glance and moments were followed by suspicion from the people who surrounded them.

The people who watched them interact weren’t blind to the chemistry. They never saw the kisses but they saw the smiles and glances that the two tried to hide. Even the director could see the love the two were trying to hide, and he was tired of it and so were the other students. Jirou wasn’t blind either, she acutely one of the only people who brought attention to it, and just like before her insecurities and jealousy clouded her better judgment.

It was the last week of rehearsal, Friday was opening night and everyone a part of the show was stressed. Most of them were reaching the breaking point and the time between each other breaks became shorter and shorter. This morning Mina, who had been playing ursal at all minutes of the day, had finally broken character during her first-period class. Then Aoyama frecked out when the lunch lady gave him his food. And now not even 30 minutes later their lead lady was breaking, Jiro Kyoka.

Jiro, Momo, Shinso, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou all sat in silence at their lunch table, they were all trying to avoid the inevitable. They were already missing two of their tablemates and feared that one of them was next. Denki and Hitoshi sat next to them and across from them were Jiro and momo, kirishima sat between momo and Hitoshi while Bakugo sat between Denki and Jiro. Hitoshi and Denki were making eyes at each other, Hitoshi moving his eyebrows trying to indicate that they go somewhere else, Denki agreeing with what he thought was a sneaky smile.

“Denki and I are going to go work on some of the scenes, we’ll see you lat--”

Hitoshi was already standing and ready to leave when Jiro stood up and interrupted. It was her breaking point

“Oh really, so your not going to go make out”

Denki became embarrassed and hung his head in shame, still seated. Jiro took notice of this.

“Look at him, he’s uncomfortable because you’ve been using him. That’s all Denki is to you, a pretty face.”

Shinso looked to his side and saw the uncomfortable stance Denki was in, realizing that she was right and he was once again losing his friends.

“Jiro, calm down, sit down, and let’s finish our lunch.”

Momo was lightly tugging on Jiro’s arm, begging her to sit down.

“No she’s right I’m going to go, ill see you all at rehearsal”

Shinso’s hand was floating above Denkis shoulder, afraid to touch him and make him uncomfortable, he decided to leave with no contact. Jiro finally sat down feeling victorious. Kirishima moved into Hitoshi’s seat, wanting to comfort Denki, but when he moved to touch Denki, Denki reacted negatively. Denki who was still shelled in on himself specked very quietly.

“I’m gonna… go I guess.”

He got up and left, leaving the table in more shambles than it had ever been.

Bakugou was fed up with them and decided to butt in for once.

“You’re an idiot. Shinso wasn’t using Denki, they liked each other, but they’re also stupid, and its wasn’t your place to say or assume any of those things.”

He got up and left, deciding that he was done with this conversation fifteen minutes ago.

It had been four days since then and almost every person in the show had hit their breaking point, but they were still good actors and tried to not let this affect them while on stage. Offstage Denki would chase around Hitoshi trying to tell him that Jiro was wrong about Denki being uncomfortable and that he doesn’t care if Hitoshi is using him. Hitoshi spends his time working and hiding from everyone, especially Denki, afraid that the next time he talks to him, he’ll break and his emotions will all come flooding out. Jiro has been wondering if she did the right thing, knowing deep down that she hadn’t. She had decided that she wanted to fix it, this had nothing to do with her new girlfriend.

Jiro found Shinso stapling what looked like drama-related papers, so much was clear when she saw the purple three-ring binder that he uses for theater only.

“Can we talk?”

Jiro’s voice was barely above a whisper. Shinso didn’t look over and ignored her for a few seconds, stapling the papers harder. Eventually, he replayed.

“Yeah just let me ‘use’ this stapler”

He stapled another piece of paper harder than ever before. He was using the word used in the same sense that Jiro did when talking about Shinso and Denki.

“It’s actually about that. Um, You like Denki right, like romantically?”

Jiro was nervous to bring up her own mistakes. Even if she was only implying it.

“Yeah Jiro, I do, but that doesn’t matter because he and everyone else thinks that I’m some selfish person and that I used him and his body, I wonder why they think that?”

She wasn’t surprised at his angry tone, she deserves it.

“I’m sorry about that and saying those things about you, I was caught up in my own shit, and I’m sorry.”

Jiro wasn’t lying and she really did feel sorry and luckily Shinso could hear it in her voice, he turned his head to finally address her, also seeing the sincerity on her face.

“Thanks for apologizing, I accept it but it doesn’t fix my problem with Den-Kaminari.”

Shinso was no longer sure if he was allowed to call him by his first name. Jiro was excited that she could help her friends out.

“Actually that’s the other reason I came to talk to you. I want to help. Denki clearly likes you, he just has some issues with the idea that people could love him.”

Jiro knew it was partly her fault he felt this way but she didn’t need to say that to fix what she did to Shinso.

“Yeah cause Kaminari totally wants to be with me.”

Shinso responded his voice trying to hide how much it hurt, but it slightly slipped out.

“Are you blind and deaf? Every second of every day, he follows you around trying to get you back, but you ignore him.”

There silence while Shinso cleans up the rest of his papers

“I have a plan.”

Jiro announces and Shinsou can’t think of any reason to reject the idea.

“Fine I’m listening”

It was the next day, meaning it was opening night. Denki was still following Shinso around trying to convince him that he still wants to be friends, and Shinso continues to ignore him. It was easier than it had been for the past week, he was to catch up practicing his confession lines for later tonight.

It was later that night and they had just finished the last rehearsal and had about an hour to kill. Their director had a tradition of buying pizza for the whole cast and crew on opening night, and the food had arrived. Everyone was eating and having a good time when Shinso snecked outside for some fresh air. He knew Denki would follow him, that was the plan.

Denki walks out the door locking around for Shinso when he was suddenly pulled further outside. A short squeal came out of Denki, and Shinso whispered a sorry. The two now faced each other body almost flushed against each other, Shinso holding Denkis elbows. Both blushing from the close contact, they hadn’t been this close in almost a week and it made it feel like the first time being so close. Denki pulled away, it was too much too soon, especially without the clarification he wanted.

“Listen Kaminari”

“Denki”

Denkis voice was barely above a whisper, he hated that Shinso was calling him by his last name.

“Yeah um, listen Denki. I wanted to talk to you about, well this”

He waved his hands in between the two of them. Denki was starting to feel his nerves get worse, he knew that being avoided was a way of saying ‘I don’t want to be around you’ but he wasn’t ready for Shinso to officially say it.

“I wanted to address what Jiro said on Monday”

Here it comes

“I wanted to tell you that she’s wrong, I value you as a friend, and I wasn’t using you that way. I figure that we were both enjoying ourselves, I think that we should have talked more about the kind of relationship we were in.”

Shinso stopped and took a big shaky breath, nervous to utter the next part. This just raised Denki’s nerves as well.

“And I would like to have that conversation now, because I, god she never said it was this hard.”

Shinso muttered the last part, but Denki heard it and was a little confused.

“I love you Denki. I know we haven’t known each other for long and it kind of weird to have these feelings so early, but, well that it, I love you and I understand if you don’t love me yet but I would like to try having a real, romantic relationship.”

Shinso let out a shaky breath, his nervous final settled after saying everything that’s been on his mind. But they returned when he looked back up to see a stressed-looking Denki. Denki was frecking out, he dreamed of such confessions but now he was getting one he wondered what the joke was because this wasn’t possible. He was so in his head that Shinso had to lightly grab Denkis elbows again.

“Denki, Denki, I didn’t mean to stress you out. Denki are you okay?”

Denki snapped out of it a little, nodding his head.

“ I like you to”

Shinso smiled and pulled Denki in for a hug. Leaning his head into Denkis shoulder. Denki felt his shirt and shoulder become damp, realizing that it was Shinso tearing up he started to rub Shinsos back

“Shh it’s okay Shinso, it’s okay. But this is the costume, so maybe not cry on it too much.”

Shinso pulled away, still holding Denkis elbows as he whispers

“Hitoshi. “

It was in the same type of whisper that Denki used when he engorged Hitoshi to use his first name. Denki nervously laughed at the similarity, then Hitoshi giggled. The two broke out into laughter, then it started to rain, the two of them looked up and then at each other.

“ We better get back inside, prince eric cant show up with running mascara.”

Hitoshi smiled and went to open the door

“You first prince”

“Thank you, boyfriend”

Shinso blushed at this but was happy to know they were on the same page.

[sneck-lemonade]

Sneck x Nongender specific reader- Cockwarmer

Be nice please, this is my first real Lemon

Warning: THIS IS NOT AN INVITIATION TO SEND IN LEMON REQUESTS, I’M JUST TESTING SOMETHING. REQUESTS WILL BE DELETED.

Uh tags... @peachesncreampies​ @spo0kynekozzz​ @blubglub​

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Sneck ordered as he placed the document he’d been reading back onto his desk. All you could do was drool in apology as he glowered down at you in disappointment. 

For the past hour, you’d been stuck under his desk with his cock in your mouth. You didn’t mind the first ten minutes, you needed to be punished, but he was really dragging it out now. All this because you had essentially ghosted him by accident. You thought you’d replied to his stupid text, how were you supposed to know that it hadn’t gone through? Sure you could of just checked your phone, but you were honestly too busy for that. 

No sooner had Sneck stepped into the house and confirmed you were alright before he informed you of your crimes against him. No text out of nowhere, no checking you phone to see, no explanation for any of it? The first words out of your mouth should have been, “I’m sorry”, not “Huh, that's weird”.

Because of that mistake, you were subjected to one of Sneck’s favorite punishments as of late. The Hero Association was heavily depending on him to handle paperwork for Class C, and he was often holed up in his office. No time to whip out other punishments, but perfect time to get his favorite sight. You on your knees with your hands on his thighs. His cock in your mouth, swelling your lips as he occasionally shifted or briefly fucked them. Your eyes looking up at him as you awaited for instructions, looking down when your lover happened to glance at you. Eye contact was not permitted during punishment, a privilege you had lost.

Sometimes he spoke to you while you were down there, mild degradation typically, or on occasions he’d compliment you for how lovely you looked with him in your mouth. Mostly though, it was scolding for your bad performance. 

“Straighten your back.” “Y/N, what did I say about slouching?”

“Keep your tongue still.”

“Keep still.”

“Open your mouth fully, you can’t handle having it close.”

You had whined back at him when he asked you, “Are you sorry now?”

Sneck was disappointed to say the least, he was sure he had taught you better than that. You were supposed to wait until he pulled his cock out your mouth and let you up, just as he had been doing every other night this week. Your excitement had gotten the best of you, and without thinking you tried to speak. He never liked when you forgot your manners.

Now, Sneck began to stand up from his desk, pulling his hardened dick from your swollen lips. Your jaw relaxed finally and you started to move your hands to gently massage it. His dark eyes narrowed as you allowed your hands to slide down his legs. “Seems like someone needs a refresher course.” 

“A-A refresher course?” You don’t look up, instead keeping your head down as you massaged your aching jaw. You noticed that you had gotten drool on the floor, right by his foot. You were still drooling a bit as your lover took his suit jacket off above you, and hung it on the back of his chair. The sound caused you to look up finally, just in time to see a glimpse of the smile that crossed his face. You looked back down quickly. “S-Sneck?” 

Sneck didn’t respond, instead he reached forward and opened the drawer above you. He pulled out a long skinny object with leather on one side. He stroked the item gently before looking down at you. A smirk pulled softly at his lips as he gently dragged the leather end down under your chin, and angled it up to look at him.  

“Call me....Sensei.”