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STUDENT TO WORKIE

‘Dave, can you deliver this present to my father when you are back in town.’

Tony asked.

Dave had been spending the weekend with his friend in his university town. and was on his way home.

‘Sure thing mate,’ Dave replied. ‘I haven’t seen your father for years’

‘Neither have I much as he and Mum rarely speak.’

‘What does he do?’

‘Something in the building sector. He should be around in the evening. I’ll give you the address. Just hand it over on the doorstep and anyway I’m sure he won’t even ask you in. He is a bit rough but to be honest he buggered off soon after I was born. Never remarried, probably because he is so difficult.’

The day after getting home, Dave took his bike and went round to the address given by his friend. Ringing the doorbell he heard a deep voice shouting from the other side.

‘No need to push so fucking hard I heard you.’

The door flew open and standing in front of Dave taking up most of the doorway was a man with full HiViz kit. This was not what Dave was expecting.

Something in the building sector, Dave thought he would be a bit like himself a Surveyor. But standing in front of him was a well built hunk of a man wearing only a HIViz waistcoat his large hairy chest from neck down showing, with a slight beer belly pushing out over his workgear trousers. The waistcoat was back enough to show a pair of nipples that looked unreal as if they had been pulled out to be large and juicy. Both arms were hairy and covered in tats all the way down to is wrists which then a fat hands with nails ingrained with dirt. The man had a thick moustache and unshaven around the chin, his hair cut to a No 1.

‘Christ’ thought Dave h’ow can this be Tony’s father. No wonder they hardly talk. Who’d want this guy as a father?’

‘Who the fuck are you,’ the man said staring at Dave

‘Er, I’m a mate of Tony and he asked if I would drop by and give you a present. I suppose it’s your birthday.’

‘I get a present once a year from that little shit and he never bothers to contact me. Mind you I ain’t any better. He’s a right little ponce thinking he is much better than me. I suppose you are also a little mister big shot eh?’.

‘I don’t think Tony is at all like that and a bit unfair of you to say that.’

‘Oh a right little mouthy are you?’

‘Well I suppose if you have cycled across town you might as well come in and have a beer. I have just opened a bottle for myself.’

As Dave walked into the kitchen he could smell the man, unwashed and a smell of stale ciggies. The guy handed Dave a bottle and said

‘Want a ciggie?’

‘No I don’t smoke.

‘Well all workies like a good smoke so if you don’t mind I will.’ he said lighting up.

‘So tell me a bit about yourself.’

Dave explained how he knew Tony and how he was studying surveying.

‘So you are the posh guys that come on site and tell me what to do eh.’ The man said laughing. ‘Anyway I am Pete which you probably know from my son. Not like me is he. Probably like his ma all slim and pretty, a bit like you eh?’

‘I wouldn’t describe myself as pretty.’

‘Well you’re hardly man mountain are you?’

The two guys continued to talk and had another beer and then another till Dave said ‘I think I need to get back but after all these beers can I go for a pee please.’

‘Just before you do let me get you a HiViz waistcoat as its now dark and you are on a bicycle. Hold on.’

A minute later Pete returned with a dirty Hi Viz waistcoat.

‘There you are, the bathroom is just next door.’

Dave went in and could smell pee and saw piss marks around the rim of WC. It all looked pretty untidy and then his eye caught sight of a jockstrap hanging out of a dirty laundry basket.

Normally Dave would have turned his nose up in disgust but there was something so manly and uncouth about Pete that he could not resist touching the jockstrap. It was covered in piss marks and as he handled it he could almost feel it slightly crusty as though it was died cum.

Before he knew what he was doing he stuffed the jockstrap into his pocket feeling his cock start to stir in his chinos.

‘Shit I’d better get out before my cock is stiff.’

With the jockstrap in his pocket he walked back into the kitchen and thanked Pete for the HIViz.

‘Not a prob mate, bring it back any time I’m sure I’ll see you again’. he smirked.

Once home Dave for some reason kept his HiViz on, he wanted to keep it on but most of all when he took the stained jockstrap out of his pocket he wanted so much to smell it. He instinctively put it over his head and brought the deep yellow stained pouch down over his face rubbing it all over as he took deep breaths. The odour of dried piss was overwhelming as he pressed the material tight against his nose. He could feel the dried cum brush against his face. The smell was intoxicating, it was almost making him dizzy but it so excited him knowing that this jockstrap belonged to his friend’s father, the uncouth workie, the beer swilling cigarette smoker with the hairy body and his HiViz gear. As he breathed deeper and deeper so the blood rush moved down to his cock. It was ramrod hard and he had got so excited the precum was oozing out of the tip. He smothered his face with the jockstrap feeling the stench become part of his face. He wanted to smell, he wanted to be dirty like Tony’s father. Shit the man was so fucking sexy even with his large belly but all that hair and unsahevn look was such a turn on. Knowing it was his best friends’ father made it even better. As he sucked the jockstrap so he could feel the piss and dried cum soften he let the taste run down his throat..His hand was now wrapped around his dick. The more he sucked at the jockstrap the more his hand slid up and down the shaft.

‘Shit I want Tony’s dad .I want to suck and fuck with the bloody workie.’

As the throbbing came to a climax he shouted

‘I only want fucking workies.’ And with that he shot his load over the floor whilst almost gagging with the jockstrap down his throat taking in every bit of piss and cum.

Without cleaning his dick he put on the jockstrap so the last few drops of his cum mixed with Tony’s father’s piss and cum. His cock immediately got hard again but Dave wanted his cock encased in the dirty jockstrap and he could feel his shaft rubbing against hardened piss and cum. It felt good to be wearing it and he put the Hiviz waistcoat back on and went to bed feeling almost as if he was part of Tony’ father workie body. He woke up the next day and stretched but as he did so he thought his body felt slightly different. Looking at himself there was a change but he could not quite understand what the difference was. He looked as if he had been working out a bit, there was more definition to his muscle arms and even the beginning of a 6 pack. His shoulders had widened a bit and the bulge within his jockstrap seemed a bit larger. He decided not to shower but kept the jockstrap on. He liked feeling dirty and having the older man’s piss make its smell . When he put his T shirt on he put the waistcoat back on.

There was something about Tony’s father that was drawing him to go back. The main was uncouth, a dirty workie with a high body smell.. Someone that Dave would quickly walk by, but it seemed odd but he found the man had a sexual power and thinking of him standing there with his bare hairy chest had his cock rigid. It was like a magnet but how could he go back. He decided he could make the excuse of returning the HiViz waistcoat and by going back a few hours later he reckoned he was being polite. Shit what would Tony think if he knew that Dave was getting off thinking about his father and wearing the filthy jockstrap.

He knocked on the door at the same time as the previous day and when the door opened Pete just smiled. He was wearing the same HiViz jacket with his hairy chest protruding but this time he was wearing a dirty very stained pair of joggers which his belly fell over as well as a mud stained pair of rubber boots up to his knees. When the door opened Dave almost had to step back with the smell.

‘I thought you might be back sometime. Sorry about the turn out mate but it’ been a busy day down in sewers. Stinks a bit eh, but you quickly get used to it. Better than any aftershave’ he smirked. He waved Dave it and Dave could see that Pete’s hands were still filthy and probably covered in sewer shit.

‘I just wanted to return your HIViz.’

‘You can keep it. You can always try to wash it and get rid of all the stains. Anyway come in and have a beer. The kitchen stunk of sewage But to Dave’s surprise the more he smelt it and was repulsed the more he started to take deeper breaths and found his crotch was responding and stiffening under his chinos. ‘Christ how could I like this bloody awful smell ��he thought ‘but its turning me on.’

‘You told me you don’t smoke but if you have a beer with me you really should have a puff. It helps the stink in here. What say you eh?’

Dave didn’t even consider saying no, he almost instinctively took a ciggie out of Pete’s pack.

‘That’s better, let me light it for you.’

Having never smoked before Dave found he knew exactly what to do and he held the ciggie just like Pete drawing deeply and exhaling a large cloud of smoke.

‘See I told you . All real men smoke mate. Talking about real men, you seemed to have bulked up a bit. I thought you and Tony looked a pair of wimps but today you look better. Perhaps it’s the HiViz waistcoat, ha ha.’

Pete came forward to give Dave a can of beer and standing in front of him at eye level Dave could make out a long line of cock stretching down one side of the joggers. He was clearly commando.

As Dave took his first gulp, with Pete still standing in front of him staring down.

‘So you stole my jockstrap did you?’

Dave almost spat out his mouthful of beer

‘Don’t give me a fucking excuse boy. I left it out knowing full well what you would do. You couldn’t resist it could you, all nice a crusty and yellow stained with my piss. Bet when you got home the first thing you did was have a massive wank eh. Thinking of me wearing it no doubt. You liked the idea of Tony’s dirty workie of a dad wearing it The problem is mate that I ain’t got anything under me joggers so me cock has been bouncing around all day and the more it moves around inside the more horny I become.

As he said this he put one hand down inside his joggers and stroked the full length of his cock moving forward to stand right in front of Dave. As he took his hand out the cock was like a rigid pole tenting outwards and a small stain of precum showed itself through the cotton.

‘Bet you got my jockstrap on now. Admit it.’

‘Er yes.’

‘And bet you love it and don’t want to take it off.’

Dave was silent.

‘Well if you steal something then you have to pay back.’

Dave’s eyes were glued to the crotch with Pete’s erection forming a good 8inch tent. Pete put down his beer and with one hand slipped his hand down his belly and into the joggers, pulling out a massive erect prick. Dave could not believe it, the guy was wearing a thick steel cock ring, making every vein of his shaft stand out almost pulsating. As the cock sprang out so the foreskin was pushed back revealing a large glistening head. The slit of the cock was straight in front of Dave’s face and he could smell the unwashed cock.

‘So you take from me and now you pay back. You love the smell of my piss stained jockstrap so now you can suck the real thing, unwashed and smelling of several days of piss. Don’t think you are just going to lick my tool, you are taking the full length down that throat of yours.’

Dave could smell the rank cock in front of his face but the smell was like an aphrodisiac. It made him so horny and he knew the only thing he now wanted was to have the massive cock all the way down his throat

‘What are you fucking looking at. You don’t give blowjob just looking boy.’

Pete grabbed hold of Dave’s hair and pulled him in. For a moment Dave almost gagged at the smell but at the same time he wanted to savour the stench of the cock before swallowing it down his throat.

‘I want you to take the whole throbbing fucking length of my dick so your mouth is pressed up against my cock ring and you can taste the metal.’ With his free hand Pete wrapped his dirty hand around his shaft and pushed it to force Dave’s mouth open.

‘That’s it boy take my fucking stinking cock. Open yer mouth nice and wide.

As Dave opened his lips he felt the precum tip of cock force its way into his mouth and the smell of piss rode up through his nostrils. The more he smelt the piss the wider his mouth opened.

Pete still held tight Dave’s hair pushing his head further and further up to take more and more of the throbbing shaft.

‘You love my cock don’t you. Wonder what Tony would think of you gagging to give his father a blow job. Not such a prissy boy now are you taking a workie’s dirty cock all the way down yer throat.’

Dave let his saliva work overtime to allow the cock to sink further and further into his throat.

The idea of sucking off Tony’s father was even more of a turn on. By now Dave’s cock was sore it was so hard in the jockstrap but he was so engaged in sucking he could not unzip himself.

‘Don’t even think of wanking yerself. I want all your concentration on my big cock.

‘That’s good boy I can feel my prick sliding down the back of your throat.. Nice and big for you. Not really a pay back though as you are loving it. Now I can see your lips touching my cockring. Feel the metal pushing against you and now you have the full length and can feel my precum slipping down inside you. It’s time to thrust this dick up and down inside that throat of yours.’

Dave did not need to be told what to do. With his mouth fully into Pete’s thick hairy bush, the piss smell ran through his body down to his own cock and the jockstrap was nearly ready to burst inside him. Pete took hold of Dave’s head with both hands and gripping him he started to move his prick back and forth at first slowly so he could savour Dave’s spit around his shaft.

‘You fucking know how to suck. Bet you have only ever sucked a boy off before but now you are giving a good workie blowjob. Keep your spit going boy as I love pumping you.’

Pete pushed in and out with greater speed taking his head almost to the edge of Dave’s lips so he could feel his helmet ridge on the point of coming out and then he rammed back in right up to his pubes. Faster and faster he pumped and the more he pumped the more Dave wanted..

‘Shit boy you are fucking great I am ready to fucking explode.’

With that Pete withdrew his cock grabbing his spit covered shaft and shed his thick white creamy cum over Dave’s face and down the front of his T shirt.

‘That’s it boy lick it all up around your face.’

Dave could feel the cum dripping down his chin onto his shirt.

Having all the cum over him was too much for Dave’s cock and he exploded his load into Pete’s jockstrap the cum oozing out through the cotton and through his chinos forming a large stain in his groin.

‘Fucking great. That’s what I call a blowjob.’ Pete said and looking down at Dave and saw the large cum stain on his chinos.

‘Looks as if you enjoyed it too mate. You can’t go home looking like that all my cum on your shirt and now that nice big stain on your trousers.’

Strip off and I’ll get you something to go home in. But keep my jockstrap on as a minder as you obviously love it.’

Pete came back in with a Hi Viz short sleeved shirt and a pair of De Walt grey workgear trousers , both covered in mud and grease marks.

They ain’t clean but at least better that all that cum. Go on and the get the fuck out of here and you can take a can of beer and this pack of ciggies with you.’

As Dave put on the gear thrown at him he could smell how much they had been used and it was as if they had been down the sewers with Pete. For a second Dave thought it would be better to wear his own gear but the smell of what he had been given was good and made him feel more like a man.

Pete looked at him. ‘They look for now as if they are a bit big but don’t worry about that. Keep the Hi viz waistcoat, tell you what, you are looking a bit more like a workie. So why don’t you come a see me at work and see that you think. It’s in Bank Street and you will see the portacabin. Come later tomorrow afternoon. OK?’

It seemed more of a command to Dave rather than something to consider. Besides, that had been the best blowjob ever and even now Dave could still smell the man’s cum as well as his piss and now the sewage smell of the borrowed clothes

‘I’ll bring this gear back to you.’

‘That’s up to you. So now get off I need a few beers after this.’

When Dave got home the first thing he did was open the beer and slurp it down. There were 5 ciggies left in the packet Pete had given him. He was desperate to smoke them all just the way Pete had done. He hoped by smoking them all his hands would look covered in nicotine, just like Pete. He now loved puffing. Why the fuck had he never smoked before. In all the workie gear it seemed only natural to smoke, right down to the tip. He had decided to keep the clothes on when he went to bed. He wanted to feel the Hiviz against his skin and he liked the smell of the gear he had been given. The clothes did seem a bit large but so what? The next morning he work up and the smell hit him. It felt great and when he got out of bed to look at himself he could not believe it, the clothes were no longer big but a snug fit, the yellow HiViz shirt was tight against his chest showing off a true 6 pack, the arms were bulging with muscles. He looked at the De Walt trousers. They were no longer too long but he seemed to have grown 4 inches and were now nice a tight around his crotch showing a decent bulge. He was almost looking like a workie but his hair was still that floppy fringe though he thought he seemed to have a darker heavier growth around his face. When he went to piss and opened up his flies to take his cock out from the jockstrap it seemed so tight in the jockstrap. The first thing to hit him was the rancid smell of piss and cum and then as he flipped his cock out to pee his cock was now thicker, really thick where it jutted out of his now dark really hairy pubes with a long foreskin sliding over his helmet.

‘Fuck’ he said ‘this looks a whopper. A real workie cock’

After breakfast we knew there was a place he needed to go to. The barbers. He chose a place he knew was frequented by the local workies having seen then sitting waiting for a cut with all their Hiviz gear on. There were a couple of guys being cut when he went in all in their HiViz They looked round and one said.

‘You’ve been down a fucking sewer mate. Doing a real dirty job eh.?’

Dave just smiled and sat down. One guy was then finished and left so Dave sat in the chair. The barber said

‘So what do you want?’

The other workie said “Get rid of that stupid long hair for a start’

Dave knew what to say. ‘I want you to take a razor to the sides and then cut the top to give me a full chav cut with a really short straight cut across the forehead.’

‘That’s it mate give him a real chav cut . Then he will start to look like a workie.’

The barber took the razor and gave a number one cut going on to give a real pudding bowl cut to his top.

Even the barber said, ‘That’s better mate I think we all agree this suits your clothing and as you are a workie then you need to look like one.’

The other workie got out the chair and leant over to whisper into Dave’s ear.

‘Great bod you go there mate Would like to see a bit more of that sometime. You could do with a few tats. I go to a place just right for a new boy. Gimme yer phone and I’ll give you my number. Us workies need to stick together.’

Dave handed his phone over as the guy typed in his number. As he did Dave looked at the guys crotch which had a good bulge showing in his Hi Viz.

As the guy handed back the phone he again whispered

‘I see what yer looking at. You won’t be disappointed. By the way I like yer smell a real turn on for us workies.’ And with that he paid and left the shop.

The barber smiled as he finished Dave off .’Think you have made a conquest there. That’s what a good chav haircut has done for you.’

Dave looked in the mirror, with his chav haircut and those muscles he really did look like a workie. Gone was the prissy student. He now wanted to go and show his friend’s father his new look so walked down to Bank Street and saw the portacabin door open.

Looking inside he saw Pete sitting at a desk who looked up and spluttered

‘Christ what a change in you boy. Thank fucking Christ you are now looking the part. A real little chavvy workie eh. See those rubber boots over there put them on. They are nice a dirty but that won’t matter when I take you down into the sewer. Also put the hard hat on, need to be safe. I’ll put a torch on mine so lets go. Dave caught sight of himself with the full kit on and with such a covering of mud on his clothes and the hard hat he could hardly believe the change.

Pete opened up the manhole and told Dave to climb down the ladder into the bottom tunnel. Once both were down Pete switched on the torch. The first thing Dave was aware off was the smell but it was only a stronger version of how he smelt. He breathed it in and found his cock starting to rise.

‘Like the smell now don’t you ‘Pete said. ‘Turns me on every time I am down here.’

Before Dave could reply Pete grabbed hold of Dave and spun him round pressing him up against the wall of the tunnel. Leaning in against Dave’s back Pete whispered in his ear. ‘You and I have some unfinished business. Its payback time again. First you steal my jockstrap but now you owe me for making you a man and Christ you now look fucking horny. And don’t tell me that having my dirty cock down yer throat you don’t want it up that nice bubble butt of yours. I know the idea of being fucked in a sewer by a real man turns you on.’

Pete took his big rough hands and let them ride over Dave’s cheeks and then placing his hands around Dave’s waist unbuttoned the workgear trousers pulling them down to his knees. Dave was now unable to move

‘I wanna fuck you with the jockstrap on, my jockstrap. Now stick that nice arse of your out to take my prick. ‘

As Dave did as commanded so Pete undid his flies and flipped his sweaty cock out letting a large godbof spit onto the shaft

‘I’m nice and sweaty after working down here today and you can feel that stick of my dick going right up to the hilt in yer arse.’

Dave now only wanted to be fucked Since giving Pete the blowjob he knew that he had to be fucked by this monster tool. Shit what could be better that being fucked in a sewer by his best friend’s father.

‘Go gentle will you please.’

‘That arse of yours could take a baseball bat so quit the pathetic tone with me. You had my cock rammed in your mouth so you managed that no prob. Then you can take my prick up inside you.’

Dave felt his cheeks being parted as Pete pressed against him. His cock searching for the hole

‘Nice big hole you got there mate. No probs taking my dick or perhaps you’d prefer the baseball bat?’

‘No just let me have your cock. Make me feel like a real workie being fucked.’

Dave could feel the spit on Pete’s head finding the hole and then the push. For a moment he winced as the head found its way into the hole. But once past he was ready for the full length of Pete’s shaft. As Pete pushed his tool up the hole he put one hand to his mouth releasing a large gob of spit then put his arm around Dave’s head smearing the spit all over his face before wiping the dirt and muck off the wall in front of Dave and wiping that on top of the spit.

‘Now you look like a real dirty workie who has been down the sewer. Your vface all covered in sewer shit and spit. Bet you like the smell of my spit and the muck eh?’

‘Sure it is making me feel like a real workie. Fuck any studies. This is what I want to be a real man always dirty with me beers and ciggies like you and have a good fuck with the lads.’

‘That’s what I knew you wanted as soon as I set eyes on you. Now take my cock right up to the hilt.’

‘Shove as far up as you want, I want to feel your spunk shooting right up my body and now your cock is so far up get my cock out of this jockstrap.’

Pete moved his hand down to Dave’s groin and peeled back the jockstrap to let Dave’s cock spring out. As it did so Pete grabbed hold of the shaft wrapping his hand around the throbbing cock.

‘Shit man you’ve got a good one there. Any workie would be glad to have that rammed up them. Now let me give you a good wank and have you shoot all over the sewer wall.’

As Pete slid his hand up and down the down the shaft so he pushed his own cock in and out with increasing ferocity his cock ring almost vanishing into Dave’s hole. Both men started groaning with pleasure and Pete leant forward to kiss the back of Dave’s neck. One hand was now round Dave’s waist so he could have full hold and the other was wanking faster and faster. He knew from the throbbing that Dave was on the point of orgasm and this made him so horny and ready to cum himself. Dave wiped some more sewer mucj off the wall to smear across his face. He wanted to feel fucking dirty

‘Let it go mate I’m about to shoot my load into that lovely arse of yours .’ Pete shouted

‘Fuck me man let me have every drop of your spunk.’ As Dave thrust his arse out to take in the full length of the cock so he came his spunk spurting out against the sewer wall. Pete unloaded his cum inside Dave making Dave feel as if it would come out his mouth such was the force of spunk.

Pete took his cock out giving a quick wipe before putting it back into his joggers.

‘No point is washing it mate. Smells better this way. As for you, cover that smeared cock of yours with the jockstrap and make it even more crusty

So Workie Dave, happy now?’

‘Too fucking right, this is the real me , a man and fucking workie. Give me all the dirty jobs. Who wants to wash when you can stink like this. Being fucked by my best mate’s father was awesome.’

‘Tell you what boy, why don’t you ask Tony to come home. You and I can have some fun and make a man out of him. That would be a turn on eh? Tony you and feel sucking and fucking.’

‘Fucking amazing’ Dave replied ‘ I’ve always wanted to get my cock up his arse.’

Dave then took his phone out of his pocket.

‘Being a workie sure gets the pick ups from the other guys. This real hot workie gave me his number and I reckon now my cock would love a good fuck and his bod looked just right. Plus he said he’d take me to his tattoo place. Can’t be a workie without a good few tats, just like you. Shit man give me a ciggie’

Handing over his packet Pete said

‘Well make sure we keep your workie gear on when you meet the guy’

‘Is there any other way to fuck?’

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riveroftales · 6 months ago

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ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ɢɪʏᴜᴜ x ғᴇᴍ! ғʟᴏʀɪsᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘾𝙒! 𝖦𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾

“Hello!” You smiled as you walked in the tattoo parlour, holding a box. “I have a delivery?”

“Oh! Hi!” A pretty girl with one tatted arm of a swarm of butterflies smiled back. “Are those the African Violets?”

“Mhm! Got 5 small pots in it, just as requested.”

“Thank you so much! You can leave them on the counter, and I believe the manager already paid?”

You listened to the girl, gently dropping the box near the register.

“Eh? I was told I’d be paid in person after I delivered it.”

“Ah, I see! Please wait for a bit then, I’ll go get the manager.”

You nodded as the girl walked away. Looking around, you took in the sight of the parlour. The whole place was kept neat and you saw a few bottles of tattoo ink.

Looking at the posters on the wall, you wondered if you could also get one.

What would it be?

As cliche as it was, you wanted a flower tattoo. A pretty flower of any kind.

There are a lot of pretty flowers.

“Hello.” A man emerged from the back.

But he’s prettier than flowers.

“Kocho, the girl you saw here, reminded me about the payment.” There wasn’t an expression present on his face, but his demeanour was soft.

“It’s fine. Honestly, things like this happen.” You smiled softly.

The man cleared his throat.

“How much is it?”

“$30.”

“Do you take credit?”

You nodded as you took your phone out.

“Yup! Just scan this and we’ll be good to go!”

He unlocked his own phone before scanning the QR code you put up on your screen.

“Thank you for your purchase!”

You sprayed the small bonsai tree on your windowsill with a spray bottle, humming along to the soft music you were playing in the back. The door opened.

“Oh! Welcome!” You smiled warmly to the customer, just for a blush to rise to your face.

The handsome tattoo artist.

“Hey.” He scratched the back of his head. “I.. Uhm. I need to make a new purchase.”

“Of course! Please feel free to look around and take your pick! I’ll make sure to deliver it myself as well.”

To your surprise, he laughed softly.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I’d like to make a new purchase for you. I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM.

“Eh?”

“I don’t really like stalling.. you already should have my number on your order history. Just text me a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If it’s ’no’, that’s fine. If it’s a ‘yes’, you can send me your address if you want me to pick you up. Be ready by 7:30 PM.” He smiled softly before putting his hands in his pockets, turning around to leave the shop.

“Wait!” You stopped. “How are you so confident I’ll come?”

He smiled. “You go on blind dates, right? Only difference is that you know what I look like.”

A small laugh came out of you.

“See you then, princess.”

A smile formed on your expression as you recalled the memory. You finished cutting the stems of your flowers and you started to arrange them.

You relocated your office. The store was still the same, but now, your office was in a different part. It was facing the tattoo parlour right across.

You could still remember how the parlour was once the size of a small grocery store, but now, it had undergone renovations and it looked better than ever. You counted 7 new clients.

My Love, you still ready for tonight?

You received a text.

Yep! Just gotta finish a small arrangement for a client who’s getting married soon

You got a response almost immediately.

That’s odd. I don’t remember proposing to you?

GIYUU

I’m kidding, Princess <3

You let out a small huff before smiling. Finishing the arrangement, you put it away at a safe spot in your office before grabbing your bag and walking to the other side of the road to the tattoo parlour.

You wanted to spend a little more time with Giyuu even though you were still going out for a date later that evening. Time just felt so beautiful when you were with him. A little unfortunately, you forgot your phone at your office and hence didn’t see the next two messages from him.

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Heads up: I’m going to propose to you tonight with this ring. Don’t cry, okay? Just say yes or no. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I love you <3 get all dolled up for me, okay?

Ahhhh low-key hate this but I was desperate to upload smth T^T

I MIGHT rewrite this later bsjsjsjsjsj

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #giyuu fluff

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cravingpepsimax · 2 days ago

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Now I’m racking my brain about what Timothy traits could possibly be bleeding into Ford’s character. Like the Spanish for Hal? It’s surprising difficult.

So much of what we know about Ford is based in his ego, thirst for knowledge, and yes his hands. Because of his limited screen time we don’t get to see that much of his own unique backstory. (Alien influences can’t be something Timothy brought into the roll XD)

So that leaves being a nerd, reading maybe? No doubt he’s smart. Probably plays piano and a million other things (actors are insanely talented and tend to do a million things)

But. I think I thought of the one thing that we could theoretically make his, not Ford’s.

Those damn tattoos.

Think about it, Timothy must have a lot of them, to many to cover up every day on set. Hence the turtleneck. Not necessarily the ones we know about from the book of Bill, website and journal? (For the life of me I can’t remember which comes from what, I’m tired but I had to get this out)

I’m betting he has at least one sleeve, and if he has a sleeve he must have others. Most people with sleeves go all the way.

Maybe he does have the cannon tattoos and ‘Alex’ or whoever the universe show-runner is in this AU is took inspiration because of the wardrobe adjustments the crew had to make!

Idk, I really wanted to give him some lore like Stanley. (This is all I got after twenty minutes of sleep deprived thought) so if you come up with more, please share!

OUUU

ok so i’ve already got my eyes set on timothy not really caring about school bc i think it’d be really funny if ford “12 phds + time to exile my brother for fucking up my chance to go to Big College” pines was played by a guy who went “eh. c’s get degrees.”

BUT THE TATTOO IDEA… omg YES!!!! i also LOVE the piano thing that fits him perfectly,,, actor thingz

THE TATTOO IDEA THO!!! OMG!!!!!!! i’m making it canon that he at LEAST has the all star tattoo. he prolly doesn’t have the alien/bill tats (why would he) but the idea of him getting hammered and deciding HMM YYYUP ALL STAR TATTOOIOOO I LOOOOOVE SHREK esp since he’d be like in his mid 30s-early 40s is hysterical. he rlly felt for that guy being ostracized for his appearance what can i say

but yeah timothy is now covered in tats. hal LOVES it. he goes insane over them. he prolly convinced timothy to get his first one and he just couldn’t stop djdjsjsnsn

#stancest #castcest au

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cutegirlmayra · 1 year ago

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Prompt: The latest battle with eggman send Amy and Sonic deep into the wilderness. Communicators broken, trackers busted, and Sonic breaks a leg leaving Amy to find them food, shelter and protect Sonic. While they rest Amy asks Sonic questions about their relationship that she's always wanted to know but too scared to ask. They talk but are discovered and Amy has to fend off the robot until Tails finds them. After they're saved Sonic has a new appreciation for Amy and is happy she's in his life.

Prompts are on shutdown EVERYWHERE, posting on my other writing sites DOES NOT mean you get your prompt done XD It’s only through here, on Tumblr, when the GRAND REOPENING is announced, which it is NOT. Thank you, lovely Cuties~ I’m sorry it’s taking so long, I’m trying to finish Fanfiction TAT

Prompt:

A spinning, spiky blue ball revs itself up in the air at a high-pitched frequency, dropping down almost with an intense sense of gracefulness as it tears seamlessly through Eggman’s latest doom’s day device.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” Eggman grips his head with both his massive, puffy gloves and reels his head back, “I won’t let you get away with this! Not this time, Hedgehog!” Stomping around his large ship, he slams his hand on a button which triggers a lever he pulls down, thus activating a flipping panel on the ground that looks like a car’s gas pedal which he stomps on, and in turn lowers a dangling line above his head with a triangular grip that is meant to be tugged.

Still fuming, grinding his teeth against each other, he growls and reaches up like a train conductor and pulls it, “Take this! You spiny little cretiiiinnn!!!”

With a howling roar, spit flying from his agape mouth, Eggman’s ship lowered the tip of its nose, making the haul of its stomach ‘chin-dip’ and slam down to the ground.

Sonic, still well-within the confines shredding through the ship’s interior, suddenly found his once-smooth aerial dive now wonkily swerving before turning horizontal.

As Eggman laughed, Sonic’s spin ball started creating heat and pressure… Sonic didn’t stop the rotation, but soon was slowly breaking through the hard metal one more and popped out of a hallway, moving now like a spinning-top on his side.

Eggman’s face dropped, “WHHHAATT???!!!” He slammed his hands down, looking with horror and shock at the cameras and following the image as he sweated in fear.

The Cameras zoomed in, and it showed Sonic using a single toe, perfectly placed on the tip of his foot, to keep himself spinning at such high speeds while turned on his side.

“Curse that infernal-!” Eggman smushed his face with gripping fingers, before a robot tugged on his coat and made him look down, “Hmm?” He saw the robot pull out a crowbar, and point to it.

Eggman blinked twice… before smirking wickedly to him…

When Sonic burst through the doors of the control room, balancing out his spinning top self and wobbling to try and locate what to shred into next, the tiny robot by the side of the doors, hiding from sight, swung and hit his spinning leg.

There was a crack and Sonic unspun with a dramatic pose of spiraling in the air, his eyes squinted shut in pain before Tails’s X-Tornado dived and shot through the window, making air burst into the space and–as most vacuums do–thrust Sonic out of the room and be dragged by the sky out into the open space.

“Grr… Trying to get away that easily, eh?” Thinking he had the upper hand now, even though he was kneeling on the ground and having a hand bring down his goggles from the rushing wind, Eggman still tried to sound cocky and confident.

“You there!” He pointed to the robot who was on the ground now, his hands under him, surprised that plan actually worked and jolted with a spark at being addressed, turning to his commander and sovereign Eggman. “Don’t just lay about!” He swiped his arm out, “Do something!!!”

Realizing the Doctor was putting everything onto his tiny computerized brain’s hand to hatch another genius but simple idea, the robot waddled over a bit awkwardly to the cabinet.

Delicately, he opened it and flinched at the door swinging open, then pulled tenderly out a bazooka.

“Oh, I forgot we had one of those…” Eggman’s face looked a little like a man having forgotten where he put his keys.

Cocking it, the little metal and cylinder soldier began to try and walk towards the window before the wind began to pull him out as well.

His tiny little tin legs wiggled vigorously, but his firm grip on the large firepower he was wielding didn’t budge while he spun slowly during the drop into the air.

“TINY TIMMM!!!!” Eggman cried out, holding a hand out to him, “YOU BETTER BLAST HIM WHILE YOU’RE OUT THEEERREEE!!! This isn’t a vacation, you know! You’re still on duty!!!” He gripped that hand into a fist, showing that he was giving an order, not a moment of compassion.

The Robot, having oily tears in their eyes, realized that Eggman just gave him a name.

Even though the irony of breaking Sonic’s leg, and the christmas season didn’t quite register with the robotic soldier, he took that as a sign of promotion into Eggman’s steely, black heart and was determined to not fail him.

He turned his body toward looking to the earth, and watching to see where Sonic landed…

“Soooniiiccc!!!” Tails cried out, turning around the plane but Eggman was sure to grab at the controls and fire at him, making Tails unable to pursue Sonic’s descent. “Err..!” He squinted an eye, having to pull up. “I can’t reach him!”

“What?” Knuckles, on his communicator, looked down at it as Amy covered her mouth in alarm. “What do you mean..?” His eyes shook a second and looked up with Amy, as they each scanned the skies…

Amy then gasped, “Look!” She pointed one hand out towards the flaming blue speck in the sky, falling towards the jungle-like forest, and another on Knuckles’s shoulder to gain his attention to the detail.

“Grr..!!! That lousy-!” Knuckles shook a fist, but pulled Amy up over his head.

“W-Wah-Whaaa!!!” Amy shook out her arms, “K-Knuckles!” She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but suddenly feeling like he was going to throw her, she summoned her Piko-Piko Hammer.

“Grrr… I can’t fly to him in time! You’ll have to reach him on your owwwnnnn…!!!” Just as her instincts had foretold, he launched her through the air and she curled, her little red and white-trimmed dressing making it look like a badminton ball flapped wildly as she spun while still keeping her dress on.

Her hammer rotated so profusely, that as her own spinball hit against the trees, bounced off the ground, or slammed against rock, it kept her momentum moving and propelling her ever closer to the falling Sonic.

Finally, soaring up with one final, hard hit to the ground, she unspun and reached for Sonic… noticing the pain in his face and braving through the flames of his burning body to catch him before a deadly fate.

She landed on a tree’s branch, but it fell and they both started to fall painfully through scratching twigs and leaves.

When Amy woke up… snow had begun to fall in the forest, and her little nose wiggled a second before her mouth wound-up twice and sneezed, pushing the small flake off.

“Emm… S-Sonic?” She rubbed her head, slowly getting herself onto her rear and sitting somewhat more upright. “That was a rough landing…” She groaned through the aches, but then gasped when she remembered, “Sonic!!!” She started to grip and throw up the leaves below her, searching frantically for him.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face, gritting her teeth as her eyes shook in loving worry, ‘His leg was just dangling kinda weirdly in the air, just then… Was it injured?’ She kept calling his name… to no avail.

Her chest fell and rose with cold air quickly icing her resolve, stinging at her heart already pumping with the warm adrenaline to save the man she called hero… whom she loved, dearly.

“SOOONIIICC!!!” She finally let out a single, elongated note of his familiar name…

Silence… the snowy forest…

Her breaths clung to the air like hot mist, pocketing that space before disappearing as quickly as blowing a bubble to pop. Scrambling, she got up to locate her communicator.

Pieces of the broken device were pulled out and held up to her face, making her look down as though her heart had sucken to that cold ground as well…

“No… Did I not…” Her shoulders bounced, tears unable to remain corralled in the pools of her lower eyelids. “Did I not make it in time..?”

Her hand shook with that open thought, as the pieces of metal slipped through her fingers, falling to the light snowy patches below her feet.

“Sonic…” she gripped her fists and felt herself faltering in being able to remain upright, hunching over. “Sonic…” She felt she was at blame, and slunk to her knees, freezing her even further to what could be the harsh reality of the situation…

“No… I won’t believe it.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her arm. “I… I gotta keep looking for Sonic..!” She bit her words as though to hold them fast to her heart, “Sonic…” She muttered once more, “Soooniiiccc!!” She reared herself up and began to charge about the area, searching everywhere, leaving no square foot unmarked by her own shoe’s print.

She could hear the sky battle above her head, and looked to see that Tails was still engaged with the now, downwards angle of the Eggman fleet’s main air-cruiser.

Her eyes couldn’t help but tremble, her body leaning away before her hands flung up and tightened around each arm. “I can’t… I gotta keep looking for him.” Her lips felt chapped and the cold only reminded her of the drying of her tears… before she quickly aboutfaced to keep looking for him.

Walking up a hill, treading through its piles of snow, she looked up to see the sky was now blanketed in the smoke of Eggman’s senseless war. “Guess I can’t rely on Tails or Eggman as a point-marker now.” She blinked through the chill of the wind, and sighed as she tried to figure out where she hadn’t looked.

“Could he have really been tossed from me so far..? OFFPH!” Tripping over some blue grass, she had scraped her knee and got up, shaking her head from having snow blanket it for a moment-

Blue… Grass?

Her eyes widened and she lifted her leg to see the gentle sway of the blue quills, just the tip sticking out from beneath the snow.

“SOONIICC!!!” Her heart about leaped out through her flailing to get back up, tugging on the quill and realizing it was fully stuck under the snow. She began to dig like her life depended on it, and… to a degree, he was.

“Sonic, breath! Speak! Wiggle! Do… something!” She tried to speak out before finally getting an arm and exclaiming loudly in surprised triumphant that she had gotten to him.

She tugged and began to pull him out, but he felt like dead weight.

Panic lit up her senses and now, she couldn’t feel the cold, but hoisted him up onto her back and began to run down the hill, hurrying to where they had last been, finding an open tree’s roots there and finding it a good, hollow den to at least try and wake Sonic up in.

Using the fallen leaves, she constructed a small bed for him, laying him down as saw that one of his legs fully detached from the bone.

She covered her mouth, “Oh no…” The pain must have knocked him out… he was probably passed out from the wind blasting by him on his fall anyway…

She gently touched the burnt ends of his quills and fur… Her eyes bunching up as though unable to see him in such a state.

“Oh, Sonic…” She brought his head up and tried to warm him, blowing lightly warm air out of her throat to his face.

“Please, Sonic… You have to at least show me you’ll be alright…”

After a while, Sonic woke up to find his leg was perfectly straightened by two twigs, and someone had put it back in it’s socket… “Ah… Glad I was asleep for that.” He twitched at the pain but tried to move to turn around. However, it was too much for the poor hedgehog, having endured firepower beyond normal mortal means, he couldn’t possibly stand for the fiery pain of a severely broken leg.

“Gahh…” He tried to lean up, “Who… Where am I?” He noticed a fire was burning, and looked strangely at the comforting glow, realizing he wasn’t alone.

“Tails?” He first questioned the thought, ‘But then… he’d just take me back in the X-Tornado… I’d be having warm soup by now…’ He squinted one eye down and finally was sitting upright, being careful to not move the lame leg, “Knuckles?” It was reasonable, but that echidna wouldn’t be foraging for berries or anything. He’d imagine Knuckles would have sat by the fire, the earth too hard to dig through during the winter seasons…

So that meant…

“Amy?” He raised an eyebrow, as though second-guessing that before hearing a bright voice exclaim in joy at hearing her name being called.

“Oh! Sonic! You’re awake!”

Waiting a moment, he smiled as Amy came rushing in, holding more firewood that she quickly just dumped to the side, some catching fire but she didn’t care at the moment. “SOONIICC!!! I was so worried about you!” she hugged him which made him have to hold back a cry, his banded leg with two sticks keeping it from twisting and turning further only moved slightly from Amy’s tackling hug.

She was warm, though… and her voice filled him with ease.

He hugged her back, “Thank you.” He calmly stated, “But what happened?” He looked to her face, then outside to the rain of explosions that sounded in the blurry, clouded sky… “Is that… smoke?”

“Em.” Amy nodded, letting him go and tilting her body in the same direction as the sounds, “The communicator broke on our fall, I don’t know how long Tails has been fighting in the air, but I’m pretty sure Eggman and our friends have lost sight of where he landed.” She lowered her shoulders a bit, then rotated one around to stretch it. “Hoo…”

“Amy? You okay?” He noticed she looked a little worse for wear as well, “You’re stone cold to the touch.” He placed a glove to her arm before reflexing off of it, then placing it there again. “How long were you out there..?”

She smiled, glad he couldn’t recollect how close to death he was while in the cold of the soggy snow he was buried under moments before.

“It’s nothing~” She chimed, “I’m a tough girl, as well as cute, after all!” She put her hands to the sides of her cheeks, trying to get him to not worry about her so much.

“I think we should probably move when the smoke rolls out… or when the gunfire finally stops.” She admitted, looking to the skies again and dropping her hands to her knees.

Sonic later asked her about how she got to him, and she explained the whole story… eeexcept the part about him almost suffocating under snow.

They talked and ate some of the wild onion grass she had collected, finding not a scrap left on the trees or bushes, figuring the other little critters had stored up for the coming winter anyway.

Not really liking the taste of it, Sonic just tried to see if he could hop on one leg, but Amy refused to let him go out to fight again.

Reluctantly, Sonic decided it was only polite to thank his brave rescuer by waiting it out.

But all the while… they worried about their friends well-beings… as the canons kept going off relentlessly.

“... You think they’re winning?” Amy asked, “Or… Eggman is at least… missing?” She flinched as a large blast seemed to hit the ground a couple long miles away from them.

Sonic, with his hands behind his head, and a blade of onion grass sticking out of his mouth, took a frustrated breath in and sighed out just as quickly. “We can’t hide out here forever, Amy… My leg isn’t gonna heal that quickly.” He tried to reason with her, and she knew that was probably right… but…

“Just… a little longer… let’s believe in Tails and Knuckles… to solve this on their own, okay?” She looked back with a forced smile, her hand gripping her heart. “Seeing you like this… it makes me… unable to let you go… right now.” She admitted, lowering her head and not having the courage to look at him in shame.

He eyed her with a turn of his gaze, not moving his head, before closing his eyes and not saying anything more about it.

The wind howled… before a foot fall was heard and Amy perked up, her ears twitched and she rushed out from the intertwined roots, “Knuckles!?” She exclaimed, more than expecting to see he had found them… before…

“... Sonic! Roll! Now!” She threw herself back to him as he looked to see a large missile fired into the hole.

Crying out in pain, he rolled as the blast sent the two flying to the back of the hollow tree.

Amy picked up Sonic’s spiky spinball, “Don’t uncurl! Whatever you do!” She cried out, as Sonic also–through immense pain–called her name but she was already grabbing a stick from the fire, the rest of the roots on fire from the blast anyway, and charged out of the large space.

She gasped as she noticed a small Eggman Robot, cocking the bazooka which had smoke slithering out of its mouth.

“You…” Amy’s eyes narrowed, her anger giving her the needed heat throughout her body, ready to fight.

“He’s already injured! Leave us alone!” She shouted out, but Sonic couldn’t help and voice his concerns as well.

“Amy! Your back!” She could feel something cool drip down in different areas from her exposed back… but it was already frostbitten and she didn’t dare think about what he was referring to.

“I’m fine. You just stay put and in your ball, Sonic.” She breathed through the pain that was now burning from her back.

However… this sting was like when she first lost Sonic, it moved her forward, adrenaline coursing through her like Sonic moving through a winding course.

Amy set Sonic down, “Amy!” he cried out again, moving in wobbly attempts to ‘roll’ after her as she stepped up to bat.

“It’s okay, I’m your strength too, Sonic!” She pulled the hammer up behind her shoulders, “Ready…” she narrowed her eyes, skidding a foot forward as though truly a baseball pro up for bat.

Sonic tilted his rolled body against her other, back leg, “Amy…” He couldn’t argue with that.

“... Aren’t I..?”

Uncurling, Sonic groaned out as the leg–the wooden beams now snapped and bent–was forced back into a straight position. His own problems meant nothing to him right now, though.

He looked up at Amy, seeing the wavering belief in her eyes, remembering that for a moment… she may have been the ultimate end for Sonic The Hedgehog…

Her memory went back to having no sign of him… and that haunted her… Was she really able to be there for Sonic… the way he was always there for her?

A shadow rose to meet her own on the ground, lightly shaded, as the clouds of smog were starting to clear out.

She gasped, looking down to see Sonic’s silhouette was on one leg, his arms then trailing up to her own around her hammer.

She could feel the warm and comforting breath he spoke by her cheek, telling her to wait on his signal.

The robot fumbled a little getting the bazooka back in order, but then went to fire.

“... Now.” Sonic’s voice was light, but his grip held stronger around her hand.

She swung with everything she had while Sonic fell back to the ground, unable to hold himself up much longer due to the crippling pain.

The missile fired but Amy heard Sonic say, “Now let go!!!!” In a ripping sound that shredded through her heartstrings… realizing how much he was suffering, but how that simple act showed her that he did trust in his friends–especially her in this moment–to get through it.

She let the hammer go and balanced herself, her dress spinning to one side of her body before the hammer’s top plugged and jammed itself into the firing bazooka.

The Robot made computerized noises of horror before exploding along with the gun.

Sonic and Amy fell by each other’s side in the blast, and Amy gripped onto Sonic.

In the cold of falling snow… the two breathed through great pain…

Shared pain… as Sonic’s and Amy’s eyes looked up to each other’s… and a smile greater than pain emerged upon both their faces.

“We… erk… did it.” Amy’s back jerked from the tortuous mix of frost and burn mingling upon its bare skin…

“No, Amy.” Sonic also couldn’t keep both eyes opened, but squinted one. His charming smile never faded though, “You did it… You’ve always got my back.” He gritted his teeth, but tried to make it look like a bright smile. “Thank you… again… A-Amy…”

Knuckles soon found them, Tails flew them home, and they ended up resting on opposite couches from each other.

While she read the insisted book about King Arther, the one Sonic kept trying to convince her had happened to him being pulled into it, making him miss one of their planned dates, he also reached over and held her hand, pretending to fall asleep.

She smiled as she read more of the book… wondering all the while…

“... Sonic?”

She knew he wouldn’t answer.

“If I am your strength… why do I feel like… I’m not?” She put the book down over her chest, turning to the couch’s spine to avoid looking over to him. “If I was your strength… I wouldn’t have shut you into that tree hole den… I would have trusted that I could get you out of there… carry you to safety, and reunite with Tails and Knuckles again to save the day.”

While she spoke, Sonic pretended to be asleep, but listened closely.

“... Then… When you braved the pain of your leg to stand beside me..? I knew then… that while you were down, so was my strength.” She teared up, “But when you got up…” Her voice began to wane and take on a higher tune, as she wiped her eyes with the back of her glove. Her lips trembled, but she continued, “I… I need you more than I think you need me, Sonic… And that… That worries me.” She sniffled, “Cause… Cause what if I’m needy? What if… without you… I’m nothing short of a useless girl?”

Sonic made a loud snore, then. It cut her off as she said ‘useless’.

She turned to see his head straight up at the ceiling, his mouth open wide,... “Ammmy…” He lightly spoke, as though asleep. “Ammmyyy…” His hand acted as though reaching for her hand, but it was already there…

That’s when she noticed, her grip on his hand had slipped somewhat, and she held it tightly but gently once more.

Sonic’s breathing went back to normal… and Amy smiled till her cheeks hurt.

“Oh, Sonic…” She giggled through her light tears and wiped them all away this time. “Even if I don’t understand what strength I give you… Just knowing… that together, we’re stronger? That’s enough for me… Cause right now, you getting better is all I care about.” She sighed and went back to the book.

She gasped when she looked at her hand and saw Sonic had tugged it closer.

“A-ah… Ow, ow, Sonic!” He was dragging her off the other couch. “Sonic! Ow! I’ll fall!”

He started to turn, as though in his sleep, snoring again and making Amy stumble out of the couch as he wrapped her arm around his waist.

She pouted a cute blush, but then sighed, “I know you’re not asleep, silly… Your actual snore is totally different.” She gave in, moving her bandaged self to lift up his head and place him on her lap, patting his shoulder and humming a tune.

Sonic closed his mouth, the jig was up, and he just smiled as she tried to actually lull him to sleep.

Though he had to let go of her hand for her to do that, he reached under his body to get at the hand that was resting just by his neck… and she smiled at how sweet that was…

“... You are my strength, Sonic.” She leaned down, continuing to hum.

When she had actually fallen to sleep, Sonic placed her laying on the couch he was momentarily on, replacing her, and before hopping to the other one, placed a hand on her head and lightly whispered, “You’re more than my strength, Amy… You're my whole heart, entirely.”

In the morning, Amy woke up to find Tails in a tissy, worried sick as Sonic had somehow miraculous snuck out of his workshop home and was nowhere to be found.

A moment of panic did course through Amy, before thinking to herself, ‘... If he’s strong again, then I’ll be strong too.’ and went back to not worrying about him… resting… as she smiled at feeling secure again in that–as long as Sonic was up and about, she’d be pretty soon as well!

#sonamy #sonicxamy #sonic fanfic #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #cutegirlmayra #me writing

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small-sinclair · 2 years ago

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HI!! I saw u write for reg and I’ve never been more excited! An h write about reg comforting you as your having a breakdown?? It has been ROUGH lately

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Hewo, :p . I’m sorry y’all been having a rough one and that this is a short one. I hope this makes you happy :3

Right Here

Reggie Morgan x fem!reader

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Reg had the radio playing softly as he came towards your house. His pick-up bounced side to side as he wore a smile. Just coming up the drive to your house after a long day doing deliveries (and grinding a hitchhiker with James) made his arms ache for you. He just wanted to treat you right: dinner, slow dance, cuddles, kisses, spending the night, and breakfast together. Reggie just wants to be with his special gal, the tightest girl ever to cross him at the flower shop, your shop.

You were the brightest and smartest smile he ever laid eyes on.

He parked his truck, fixed his hat, and checked again to see if there was blood on his face. He’ll never tell you what he and his brother have to do to make their fertilizer, and he'll never tell you how his brother has him do the job. Granted, it's Reggie's idea, but he'll never let you know that. You're once of the nicest and finest ladies he's ever had the chance to love, to meet, to have. He thought he'll never have the chance to have someone to love him, but you? You just make his bloody and scared world feel safer.

When he came up on the veranda, he didn't see you near your flower bed like normal. It's actually a nice day; the radioman, Burny, says it's good enough to have a walk at night without sweating. Still, Reggie didn't like how you didn't great him when you entered your home, knocking on the screen floor before entering.

"Sweetheart?" He called as he enters. He takes off his hat and glances around. No one in the living room or kitchen. Were you in the bathroom? Still, he didn't like how your coffee pot was till full in the afternoon; you drink tea around this time. To come to think of it, it looks like the kitchen hasn't been touched since he's been here yesterday for afternoon tea. "Koala? Ya here?"

From the back of your home, he heard footsteps from your room, and he straightened himself a bit when you walked out. He offered a smile but it faded when he saw how red your eyes were and how lifeless your limps were. To him, you looked like a husk of a person, of a human.

"Oh," you hummed tiredly. "G'day, Reg." You look like you could collapse at any moment.

He met you in the hall in time to catch you, passing out from exhaustion. Reggie held you close as he gently lowered into his arms, resting your body against his chest. He rubbed your back as he rocked back and forth, fear taking over, as he looked down. "What's wrong?"

When your empty eyes met his, he understood.

Sadly, he smiled at you. "Breakdown, eh? Well, lovely," he kisses your forehead. "I reckon I cans help ya."

"Yeah?" You asked, leaning against his shoulder.

He nods as he lands a kiss over your forhead. "Yep. I c'n make ya somethin' small ta eat and hav'ya cuddled in m'arms for t'night."

"You don't have to," you said, your voice drawn and dead. "I just finished the," you smiled sadly and looked down at your hands, "the mental breakdown show."

"Nah," he said. A gentle hand lifted your chin and you leaned into his hand. "Lemme help ya. Ya need someone here now." He struggled for words for a moment, but said, "Everyone struggles now and then, lovely. It's good ta let tat stuff out. My aunt told me tat once... and I don't think ya should battle tis alone, love. I'm here now. Let me help, please?"

As much as your brain wanted him to go, you knew somewhere in your heart that you needed help, that you needed love, that you needed Reggie here to pick up the pieces of you around your home.

"Ya always know what to say," you said, laughing sadly. He leaned down and kissed ya gently. "Thank you, Reg."

He helps you stand and guides you back to your room. He led your hand and laid your down. He let go and got our room ready: putting up blankets over the windows to block out the light, your favorite drink made and on the bedside, and picked out some movie you liked. He kicked his boots off at the front door again before joining you in bad.

"See?" He hummed, pulling you to his side to have your head over his heart. "Reckon we c'n hav' pizza n' ice cream later? I c'n hold ya all day, my lovely."

You couldn't help but look up at him as the movie played. "Hold me tight and never let go?"

"Oh, darling," he smiled brightly at you. "Ya never need ta ask. I promise ya." Reggie takes your hand and kisses the palm. "Rest, little koala," he hummed, his voice so light and smooth. "I'll be here ta whole time. Ya never need ta worry."

You closed your eyes as you let the aftermath take over, and sleep came so easy with someone you love and adore. And, as promised, Reggie never lets you go even when the movie finished. He laid there with you in his arms, rubbing your back, loving you with every moment. "Don't fight yer monsters alone, y'n," he whispers as you dream. "Let me protect ya next time?" He snuggles next to you and plants a long kiss on your forehead. "I love ya, koala."

But you'll never hear him say it, never know how much he'll fight for you and love you. For now, rest, y/n. The monsters you face will never hurt you because Reggie would grind them to bits first.

He'll be proud to kill them.

#reggie morgan #reg morgan #reggie morgan x reader #reg morgan x reader #reggie x reader #reggie morgan headcanons #100 bloody acres fanfic #100 bloody acres fanfiction #100 bloody acres #slasher #slasher fandom #slasher fanfic #slasher fic #slasher fanfiction #slasher x you #slasher x reader #cliff answer

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Princess Hischier

A/N: The second request for Lio & Lucie which was affectionately requested as "Macho Connor." So we check in on dumb fuck Marco who never left their hometown.

“So what’s good here?” Connor asks Lucie. His hands are around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she looks at the menu in her hand. She knows the whole thing, but wanted to check out the monthly specials they have for July. Her, Connor and Lio are at their hometown coffee shop in Switzerland, grabbing a quick drink after brunch for their walk back to the lake.

“Everything. You should try the Nitro though.”

“Okay.” Connor shrugs, not giving any more thought. “That caramel one looks up your alley.”

“Yeah that is what I’m getting.” She chuckles. He knows her so well.

A happy bubble settles in Lucie’s chest. Connor kisses her temple, then nudges her forward to order. Lucie orders for the three of them. After, they walk down to the edge of the counter to wait. Lio comes out from where he stopped to use the restroom.

“Why am I still hungover?” Lio rubs his temples. “Gonna need a hail mary from this coffee.”

“You need a beer. Why didn’t you start drinking at brunch?” Connor asks.

“Because I would have puked, man. I needed food first.”

“You’re soft.” Lucie chuckles. Her fingers intertwine with Connor’s, swinging the, between their bodies as she scans the other patrons of the coffee shop.

Marco.

He’s sitting at a table by the window, staring at her. Lucie drags her gaze away, looking up to Connor instead who is still giving Lio shit.

“Might need to dial it back, old man. All that light beer is too much for your tummy.”

“Fuck off.” Lio snaps, grabbing his cappuccino from the barista. When Lucie doesn’t laugh, Connor looks down at her face.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing her shoulder. Lio looks around as he takes is first sip, seeing Marco.

“They let any pieces of shit in this place, eh?” Lio mutters. Connor follows Lio’s gaze, seeing a man more tatted than him with piercings and an overall dark presence. His gaze returns to his girlfriend. Lucie is clearly uncomfortable. Connor wraps his beefy arms around her, using his strength to enclose her into his body.

“We don’t like him?” He asks Lucie directly. She shakes her head no. Connor hates the tightness of her mouth and sobering look on her face. “I’ve got you.” He reminds her. He grabs her coffee, handing it to her. She takes a desperate sip, happy to have something to coat her dry throat. She’s breathing harder than she needs to, hoping to avoid an interaction.

But Marco’s never been one to shy away from confrontation.

“Hey Luc.” He calls as they start to walk out. Her skin crawls at the way he uses the nickname like they’re close. Lucie tosses a polite wave, trying to continue. “Heard princess Hischier was back in town taking audiences.” He’s trying to provoke her. Connor’s reassuring hand on her hip makes her brave.

“Not from gaslighting pieces of shit though.” Lio chokes on his coffee, turning and gaping at Lucie. Lucie is speaking in Swiss German, so Connor does not understand. But he hears her tone and with Lio’s reaction, knows she’s getting feisty.

“LuLu.” Connor chuckles his warning. “Just tap me in.”

“You always were quite the story teller.” Macro rolls his eyes, slumping back further in his chair, unbothered by her outburst.

“Only told the truth about you though.”

“Lu, he is not worth the time.” Lio says in English.

“Wasn’t back then either.”

“Yeah, but you’ll never be able to take what we did back.” This part is in English and Connor doesn't like the tone or the implication.

“Hi, I’m Connor.” He steps forward, reaching his hand out. Macro foolishly takes it. Connor yanks him forward, then twirls him, pinning Marco to the coffee table. Other patrons stare, Lucie’s heartbeat accelerates. “Talk to my girlfriend again and I’ll snap your arms off.” Marco nods frantically in understanding. Connor releases him then comes walking back towards Lucie, eyes only for her. Her wild pupils and pink cheeks tells him how much she likes him standing up for her.

“Time to go.” Connor murmurs as he tosses a shoulder into her thighs. She squeals, surprised, then starts to belly laugh. She extends her coffee out to avoid spilling. Connor turns, kissing her butt cheek then giving it a sweet tap.

“We have to run!” Lucie calls, waving goodbye to a now timid Marco.

Thank God Lucie let herself free from that. She leans forward, kissing the deep valley of Connor’s spine through his shirt.

“You two are so fucking obnoxious.” Lio mutters, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “Let’s get back to the lake. Wanna get on the boat and pick up chicks.”

“Me too.” Connor jokes as he sets Lucie back down. He guides an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a smooch that makes her swoon into his chest.

“We should ditch him.” Lucie says to Connor. He pulls back.

“What do you have in mind?” His eyes sparkle, complete trust in her. Her heart swells in her chest.

“Wanna see you tangled in my sheets.”

“Your dad is not gonna let us disappear upstairs together.”

“Him and Uncle T are golfing. My mom is with Auntie Em and the rest of the kids a few towns over.”

“So Lio’s our last hurdle?”

“Yeah.” She giggles.

“We can easily lose him. Send him down to the dock first and say we’ll be down later.” Connor murmurs against her lips. “He’ll eventually get sick of waiting and head out on his own.” Lucie giggles again, barely able to keep kissing him with her laughter.

She’s so in love with Connor Wood.

#Lio & Lucie #lucie x connor

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 2 years ago

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Hmhmhm very Self indulgent but engie and trans male reader smut. Reader fully recovered from bottom surgery and Engies giving them a lot of attention.

WOAH ANON YOU AND I ARE KINDRED SPIRITS

Tw: teasing, blowjob (tm receiving), anal, bottom I'm. Pet names

The heat of New Mexico was unbearable; the arid dryness of the area stung the prying eyes of passengers. No more so than you. You flippantly looked at your watch, counting the minuets as you stood in the dining room waiting. Days like this would have any man regretting their suit immediately, the starched collar of the white dress suit chafing the skin of your neck. Sweat built up as both anxiety and the heat got to you. You wondered if Dell would even come up here, no doubt he was hungry. You wanted him to see what you’d gotten him. Though with your luck you’d be met with 8 hungry mercenaries and a man hell bent on invention.

Your timer went off and you stood at attention. This marked the beginning of a week in heaven… or a vacation with your husband.

Two mercs aside from Dell knew of your relationship. Medic, and Scout.

You watched as the former walked into the room with an eager look on his face. He smiled and leaned against the entryway, a smug look clung to his features.

“Every time I look at you I’m reminded that I haven’t lost my touch!” He chirped, skipping in a manner that nearly gave him flight. You offered your hand to shake. The doctor caught it and instead held it above you, turning you around and back before clapping excitedly.

“You did lose your license though doctor, don't you remember?”

“Tit for tat boy, I see all is good. I was expecting some complications, but this is Wunderbar! With so little prior knowledge of these types of surgeries I never would have thought it’d go so well. At least-“ as he was moving around he turned his head back to you. You took the time to interject.

“Doctor, I’m afraid there’s no pus.”

His face fell, and brightened again as he piped for another.

“Nor are there blockages or swelling.” You opened your arms, chest heaved with pride in your appearance. “Im a changed man doc. And it’s largely in part to you.” You ignored the pout the man had at your lack of injury, and instead complimented his work. You knew well the doctors morals weren’t bound by any government. But you were damn grateful he stuck to some morals of medicine. He straightened again and sat down across you.

“You we’re a man without me! All you really needed was a-“ The man was cut off by the overlapping shouts of several other men.

“Yeah but Heavy was in the way! The hell was I supposed to do? Run through his legs, do a little dance around him?”

“You could’ve made it easier for me to get a clear shot. I signaled several times for you to move.”

“Well Sniper, you’re supposed to be able to uh- I dunno- AIM.”

You sent a knowing look at medic who rolled his eyes fondly at the bickering. No man coming through the door acknowledged you but Misha who sent you a smile.

“Hello Misha.” You said calmly as he walked to you, you opened your arms for a hug. One he gave to you in earnest. Nearly lifting you as he did. “You have not been here in long time.” He stated, almost concerned.

You shrugged, sitting in the chair behind you. “Haven’t quite gotten the chance. I’ve been down in Texas, writing for the journals. When you have the chance you ought to visit me. It gets incredibly.” You looked up right as Dell entered. Locking eyes, presumably, with his own.

“Lonely.”

He rocked on his feet, before kicking away an imaginary rock. You felt a fond smile appear on your face as he came closer. He walked to you as Heavy and Medic left. “Ain’t ya gonna make the effort?”

“I don’t get a kiss first?” He asked, a silly grin of anticipation welling on his face. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your leg like a mob boss and tilting your head to either side.

“Eh, I dunno if I can make that arrangement for Ya bud. You see-” you stood, crooking a finger under his collar and pulling him close. “You left me really, really lonely. So-“ you let him go, turning only to leave the table and adjust your suit to the other side. “I think you're gonna have to try just a tad harder.”

The man was aghast. He hadn't seen such a demanding side of you in a long time. He himself leaned against the table, weighing his options. “Mm. Sugar I think Id like my kiss first.” You grinned, walking over before bending at the waist and locking eyes with him.

“Earn it.”

He let out a shuddery breath before taking you into his arms and, out the door before anyone could see you. The rest of the mercs would be upstairs for a while, which meant the two of you had plenty of time. As he tripped down the hall with you his thoughts ran wild.

“You poor poor man, why hadn't you come down sooner?” Your look of playful contemplation told everything. “Oh dear! It's almost as if we both have jobs that the other one can't contribute to. Who knew?” Your sarcasm sent warm buzzes through your husband. A giddy smile crawled back up his cheeks. As he neared their quarters he fished his keys out, setting you down before fiddling with them.

“I've got a lot.”

“It's the red one honey.”

“The what?” you pointed at his keyring, but through his fiddling he didn't notice. “The red one love,” you reached out to grab it. As your fingers touched his you shared a soft look. He grabbed the key gingerly before shoving it into his keyhole.

“Imma treat you real nice tonight.”

“Aw yeah?” You asked, voice edging lower as you entered his room and removed your overcoat. “How are you gonna treat me big guy?” He bit his lip, unbuckling his overalls while advancing. “Cant give it all away.” He whispered as he leaned in for a kiss. You tilted your head away, earning an offended gasp from your spouse.

“Such a cold husband, be still my heart!” He moaned dramatically, leaning limp against his desk. You took the chance to throw your coat over him before walking back. “Don’t be a baby Dell, I’m just going to the-“ before you could finished you were tackled down for the bed by your brute of a husband. “You asshole!” You snorted out as he sat above you, his head pressed against your sternum.

You picked his head up and stared at his goggles, sneering slightly when he don’t take them off. “Generally humans make eye contact when we have sex Dell.” He hummed as if lost in thought. “Do they now. I figured they just turned over like this~” In a swift motion he flipped you over on all fours, pushing your shoulders down with it. He then leaned in close, the gravel in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And went on their merry way.”

You moaned softly as he placed a small kiss on your neck, his warm lips providing a sense of security. His hand rubbed circles under your shirt, pressing into tender areas. “Dell.” He hummed, noticing the undertone to it.

“You actually gonna do something or are you gonna make me wait?” He scoffed playfully and continued placing kisses around your back.

“Damn man, not lettin’ me have a moment are ya?” He bit back, humored at your impatience. You pushed your hips back, damn sure you made contact with his growing boner. You smirked back at him, playful response growing.

“Boy don’t you dare.”

“Erecting a dispenser back there Conagher?” You snickered before he pushed himself up from you: you heard him chuckling uncontrollably into his palms. Which allowed you to right yourself. From his neck to the top of his head he was a cherry red. You laughed right along with him. He covered his face with one hand and used the other to push you over.

Both of you were on separate planes of existence. Like two hyenas basking in bliss with one another, he eyed you with a glare. One which held no malice but all the misheif it could. “I will get you back for that!”

“For what?!” You exclaimed belligerently, “being funny?” You crawled over to him, doing your best to swing your aging hips over his lap. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his own. He presumably looked into your eyes, and you took this opportunity to yank them off and throw them to the side. As you savored the look of playful shock you took his face in your hands, biting down on your own lip.

“Aww honey you ain’t got to get my attention like that.” He placed a large hand on the small of your back, large fingers feeling their way back up your side. You considered his statement with a buzz, rubbing the top of his head with your thumb. “I wanted a better look at those handsome brown eyes.”

He looked taken aback, then as a blush crept on his face he blew out. You snorted at the display.

“Let's cut out all this mess, ain't got too much time before the boys wonder where I'm at.”

“You just can't take a compliment egg head,” you remarked, pulling him by the strap of his overalls. “How bout you put that hand to good use?”

He smiled wickedly at the thought, his own body moving forward, caging you under him. He let his gloved hand slide up your shirt, unbuttoning it as he went. His eyes bore into yours, keeping you still as he went along.

“You're quite obedient when I've got you facing me like this. Ain't that a bit odd?” he teased, you shrugged.

“Only natural I assume. Wouldn’t want to give you too much trouble.”

He stopped his action to face you. Brows scrunched in confusion as he did so. With nary a word he removed your shirt, continuing once more. His impatience was clear in his actions, hands moving to grasp at the warm flesh under.

You moned deep at the sensation, so starved of the dull, expanse of his hands. You almost forgot how course and heavy his non metal hand was, gunslingers own, pointer form, covers by rubber. You placed a hand over his, moving it instantly.

He watched in quiet understanding, moving to adjust himself rightly. As your hand reached a stop his continued. He brushed along your stomach. Leaving a trail of kisses down. He never once broke eye contact.

As he grasped at the hem of your pants he smiled. His earnest look sent a surge of familiarity through you. You nodded, taking his arm in your own hand. “I’m good Dell. You can keep goin.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to overstep. ‘Ts been a while ‘n all.” You pat his forcep.

“I have been waiting for almost a year Dell Conhager. If you keep me waitin I’m filing for divorce.” He scoffed at the joke before shoving your pants, and briefs down in tandem.

He crawled over you, strong thighs caging you under him. His arm steadied by your head.

“You couldn’t leave me if you wanted to boy. I wouldn’t try.” You just winked before reaching up and letting his straps fall to his side. Taking the hint, he moved a leg to the inside of your own. Allowing you to grind against him as he undressed.

To say it was painful, seemed like an understatement to you. As you tried to get friction you could only feel the temperature around your tip. You whined in need at your husband.

“Give me just a second now love bug. These are harder to get out of than you’d think.” You nodded. And as he stripped you attempted your palms own sneaky decent past his line of sight.

It didn’t go unnoticed. As you were about to take your member in your hand Dell stopped you. Shirt off and overalls bunched around his waist.

“And what are you doin sir?” He laughs as he grabbed at your hand and pulled it to your face.

“I ain’t enough for you?” It was your turn to scoff, but this scoff was out of need. You pulled the bedsheets into your fist as you growled in need.

“Dell! Don’t tease me, cmon!” You looked up at the man who seemed to need more of an explanation. “Dell honey, you know it's hard for me to get off on grinding alone. Could you please, please give me a hand?”

He grinned stupidly, bringing your knees around his waist, he brought his face to your dick. With one hand he held your side and with the other he stabilized you.

He closed his eyes and he licked up your shaft. You felt the most sensation at the base, where you could feel phantom sutures at the site of surgery. You groaned and held the back of his head there. Eyes half lidded, pleasure bringing a haze to your eyes.

And he continued. No words, only quiet groans that were absorbed by your member. He kissed along it for a while, making his way up to the head in time. And then he took it in.

Your legs tensed, eyes fluttering closed as he was able to get around three inches down. He increased his speed, not pleased with the languid pace the session was proceeding at. His own eyes were closed. Focused on sensation.

You groaned into your arm. Biting down on a fleshy bit to keep quiet. He wanted nothing more than to pull your arm away at that moment. Would his base really judge him for pleasing his husband?

Well.

Some might.

He decided not to chance it, instead using spit that pooled from his actions to trace around the rim of your ass.

You gasped as a finger slipped in suddenly. You hadn’t felt this penetration in a while. You arched back against your will. Your body forgetting how much it loved the sensation. You gasped loudly. Panting at Engie to move them faster. To which he obliged.

He popped off of your member loudly, smiling with satisfaction as he stared at your wrecked state.

The man who came in so dapper before was trembling on his fingers. Sweaty and almost to the point of orgasm. Engie bent his posture over to the best of his ability. Back cracking a bit in the process.

His chest fell flush with yours, the skin on you both heating to such a degree it felt like you could melt into each other.

“You’d always been so handsome to me you know that? Always so so damn handsome.” You moaned, his fingers pushing up against your thick walls as he once again pushed through your hole.

“You’re so good, comin over here. Callin me, makin me smile. I wish-“ he said remorsefully. “I wish I could take a normal job for you.”

You gasped in accordance, attempting to pay attention as his hand sped once again. Without looking you could tell it was his gunslinger, you admired the instrument before but praised the damn thing now.

As you grew less responsive Dell could tell you were close. He offered a trail of kisses up your neck. Watching your semi lucid smile scrunch up. His free hand went back to your member, pulling firmly.

You scratched at his back from the action. Allowing your hips to guide his hand as you awaited your climax.

Dell whispered coercions into your ear, like a private prayer.

“Cum for me honey. I know you got it in you. Just give it to me okay?” You gasped for air you were already getting, feeling like all the breath was being used on something bedsides breathing. You nodded, whimpering pathetic noises as he grew sloppier in his own hand gestures.

“You’re gonna go soon ain’t you? We’ll go ahead. Do it, you’re so good just do it now okay?” With one more thrust of his fingers he sent you over.

But he knew better than to stop.

He slowed his movements, waiting until a little after you stopped twitching. He watched your chest rise and fall before removing his hand and laying beside you.

“I can get you cleaned up after this love.” He said, pulling you close as he could, and as he felt exhaustion course through his body he smiled. Kissing your forehead as you drifted off.

“Or we can wait till tomorrow.”

#engineer x reader #engineer x trans reader #engineer x trans male reader #engineer x reader smut #engineer x trans reader smut #engineer x trans male reader smut #dell conagher x reader #dell conagher x reader smut #dell conagher x trans reader #dell conagher x trans reader smut #dell conagher x trans male reader #dell conagher x trans male reader smut

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 2 years ago

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CRUNCHY DREAMS! AREA 2

Sugar Glass Cookie: Is this… Lady Moon’s greenhouse? Sugar Glass Cookie: Yes… This must be the realm of dreams where the memories of dreaming Cookies bloom… Sugar Glass Cookie: In this place, you can touch the deepest memories that can no longer be recalled…! Sugar Glass Cookie: I’ve never seen a place like this. Sugar Glass Cookie: Imagine how beautiful this greenhouse could become if it was decorated with Remembrance Glass…! Sugar Glass Cookie: Lady Moon, allow me to stay just a bit longer…! Sugar Glass Cookie: I promise, I will not hurt a single blade of grass…

Again, Again, Again!

Macaron Cookie: Alright, everyone! Follow my rhythm! And a-one, and a-two! And a-one, two, three! Cheerful Beat: Boom! Ba dum-tss! Weird Beat: …Boomtss! Macaron Animals: Quack, quack! Eeek! Woof! Macaron Cookie: Oh, whoops! Sorry! Looks like I skipped a beat…! Macaron Cookie: Shall we star* over?

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Cheerful Beat: Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH… Weird Beat: …Boomtss! POOMTSS! Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Oink, oink! Macaron Cookie: Oh… Sorry! I’m so sorry…!

Macaron Cookie: Weird! I can’t keep up the rhythm today…! As if my hands were too heavy… Macaron Animals: Eek! Eek! Woooo!!! Macaron Cookie: Are you saying that… y’all will keep marching even if the beat is wrong?! But… Macaron Animals: Chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! OINK! Macaron Cookie: Oh, thank you, my dears! Still, I’d like my rhythm to be perfect… Macaron Cookie: …I’ll try again…! Maybe I’ll do better this time around…! Cheerful Beat: Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH! Macaron Cookie: (This is… this is… This is it!) Increasing Beat: Boom! Boom TAH! Boom! Boom TAH! Dum dum dum dum dum DUMTSSS! Macaron Cookie: (Just… a little… more!) Rapid Beat: Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat BUMTSSS! Macaron Animals: WOOF! CHIRP! MOOO! OINK! Macaron Animals: CHIRP! CHIRP! MEW! BARK! Macaron Cookie: Oh, don’t worry about my hands! Just keep marching! Keep marching on the beat! Weird Beat: …drumtsss! Macaron Cookie: GAH……!

Macaron Cookie: Oh…? It was only a dream…? Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Bleep! Macaron Cookie: Macaron animals…? Was I beating the drums in my dream…? Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Oink, oink, oink! Macaron Cookie: Huuuuh…? And my beat was… terribly IMPERFECT? Macaron Animals: Bleep! Mew! Macaron Cookie: Aww… Macaron Cookie: …Ha ha ha! Macaron Cookie: But it was even more fun this way…?! I’m so happy to hear that! Macaron Cookie: Shall we try and march to an uneven beat today?!

Ghost of the Mansion

Adventurer Cookie: I’M BAAAACK! Another awesome adventure… accomplished! Adventurer Cookie: But where is everyone? Sleeping tight, huh? Adventurer Cookie: But Blackberry Cookie is never asleep at this time… Adventurer Cookie: Hello? Blackberry Cookie!

Some time later…

Adventurer Cookie: I can’t find Blackberry Cookie… There’s no one around! Adventurer Cookie: Did everyone move out while I was away? Adventurer Cookie: HELLO! ANYONE?!

More time later…

Adventurer Cookie: Oh… oh…! Good Jelly! There you are. Blackberry Cookie! Blackberry Cookie: Ahem, good night, You have finally found me. Blackberry Cookie: I have been awaiting you at this very spot ever since your arrival. Adventurer Cookie: What? What are you saying? I passed by several times, yet I didn’t see you here! Blackberry Cookie: My apologies. I should have revealed myself sooner. I… did not expect to find you in this… state. Adventurer Cookie: This… state?

???: You… too…? Adventurer Cookie: !!! ??????????: Are you here to play with me?

Adventurer Cookie: Gah? GAHAHAH!!! Blackberry Cookie: Is everything alright? Did you have a nightmare? Adventurer Cookie: Oh… Phew… It was only a nightmare, a dream…! Adventurer Cookie: But who… was that Cookie? Adventurer Cookie: Ewww… my eyes hurt. Blackberry Cookie: Your eyes? Did you wash your hands? I shall bring a freshly steamed napkin. Adventurer Cookie: *sniff sniff* Eh, but I didn’t *sniff* do anything…? Weird! *sniff*

Conductor’s Dream

Aurora Candy Cookie: Hurry, hurry up please! This train will be departing soon… Hmm?! Milky Way Cookie: Z-z-z-z-z… Hmpf… Aurora Candy Cookie: MILKY! WAY! COOKIE! Sleeping while on duty again?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Your negligence of your responsibilities is becoming increasingly systematic and chronic!

*FLICK!*

Milky Way Cookie: OWCH! Aurora Candy Cookie: This is your 1732428th sweet warning! Milky Way Cookie, either you take your job seriously OR…! Milky Way Cookie: Awh come on, sleeping is part of the job! Aurora Candy Cookie: …I know, but still! NOT INSIDE THE TRAIN!

Excited Traveler: Eh… Um… I’d like to take this train if you don’t mind…! Milky Way Cookie: Oh look, a passenger! Mkay, I’ll do things by the book this time! Hmpf! Aurora Candy Cookie: Milky! Way! Cookie* You… you!!!

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Milky Way Cookie: What’s there to be so fussy about? They’ll forget everything in the morning anyway. See? They’ve no idea! Aurora Candy Cookie: Rules are rules! Your attitude is a blatant violation of the manual! Milky Way Cookie: Alright, ALRIGHT! CHILL! Excited Traveler: Is there something wrong with the train…? Milky Way Cookie: It’s fine! Ticket checked! The stuffy conductor over there will fill you in on the rest, now shoo! Milky Way Cookie: Next! NEEEXT! Move, move, move! Yawn…

Milky Way Cookie: Eh… Sooo shleepy… Huh? Ah, here comes another one… Didn’t see you there, pal! Milky Way Cookie: Is this my dream, you’re asking? He he. Milky Way Cookie: Maybe? Maybe not? What do you think a dream conductor’s dream looks like? Milky Way Cookie: Or perhaps, for a dream conductor, the dreams are found somewhere beyond the boundaries of the World of Dreams?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Milky Way Cookie, where are you?! Talking to the air now?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Stop this charade at once and get back to work! Milky Way Cookie: Alright, ALRIGHT! See? Looks like Aurora Candy Cookie is on fire today! Milky Way Cookie: Guess I’d better get back to work before something happens…! But I’ll see you soon! In the World of Dreams…

#sugar glass cookie #cookie run kingdom #cr dialogue #milky way cookie #aurora candy cookie #adventurer cookie #blackberry cookie #onion cookie #macaron cookie

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the-good-projxct · 3 months ago

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July,3rd, 2024

7:47pm what a lovely time eh? 7.47, it's just aesthetically cute. Anyway, I am listening to Kygo and Miguel’s remind me to forget.. This song used to make me cry HOT tears. LMAO. Now I kinda dance to it. I am so umm chaotic. I wanna be in my Whitney era minus the drugs and premature death. Like, she really lived her life. I wanna receive an award and say you gotta lay low. Like I want the Nobel peace prize for the Gøod projxct. LMAO, I truly feel like I deserve it. This projxct has put me through it. Creative PEI…hmm. Abi, lemme say nuttin. But God knows wagwan. This is a Gøod projxct not a petty projxct, we thank God cuz otherwise…..I WOULD BE. Ahem. About the Nobel Peace prize, you know the guy genociding Eritreans has a Nobel Peace Prize. So like if he can have one, then my dreams are valid. I honestly just want to win it and do a speech in AAVE, Sheng and KiMeru. And quote Whitney. Just be Blackity Black pon Black with a side dish of nigga pon that podium. Cuz the world deserves it. I have so much energy today. Honestly, it’s just been a Gøod day. I feel like when I get serious tings done at a slow pace my mood just boosts. I had a slow AF morning because mandem could not sleep until like 3am. I went to bed at 10pm, didn’t sleep till 3am. That is 7 hrs in bed without sleep. Ya know how crazy that is?!?!? And if I tell a dr, they might put me on sleeping pills but I’m an addict. I will Love that shit. And the ting is, once I fall asleep, I sleep for 7-10 hrs. So the later I sleep, the later I wake up. It is chaotic. Four Five Seconds by Rihana and Yeezy just came on. This is a mood too. I wish more places played a perfect playlist for me. Like my 34th B’Earthday party. That playlist was BANANAS. That party had an insane vibe. Like hot men, hot babes, super Queer. So much weed. That smoke room was PACKED at some point. Making out in there on my day. Weuh. But all in all, the playlist which I curated was epic. Dancehall, Afrobeat, old skool hip hop. I mean, I had it alllll down to a T. Plus my mom catered. Yo. I don’t throw parties often but when I do, it is perfection. I also think I am in a Gøod mood because I have more structure. But also, Munene reminded me in a rough way, to be where my feet are. Like how is manz gonna use me against me? LMAO, I Love him. He is totally a need in my life. LMAO, I am afraid to admit it because I been a real BADMAN for soo long that I cyannottt imagine needing a nigga. But I want and I need him. And that reality is freaking me the hell out. I Love Niggas because when Niggas put their mind to it, shit be incredible. whiteness is constant mediocrity. All facts and I am saying this with my chest. Feelin’ myself is playing and what a mood. I am feelin’ myself. Anyway after talking to the King of Salone, I had dreams about him. Trippy ones too. Days like today, I remember that I am my favorite person on this planet. Like, I am so grateful the Creator chose me to be exactly how I am in this exact timeline because LAWD. What a time/vibe it is to be alive. I am a brown skin ting with brown eyes, brown hair, big yiddies and a fattie behind. I am East African with a matching forehead. I am smart, funny, witty, wholesome and chaotic. I am LOVE and I am LOVED. I am babygworl and the baddest man that ever did Live all in the same breath. Don’t play with me. I did not come to play in this lifetime, I came to slay and I came to play. I am literally the definition of what waist? If it wasn;t for my waist beads yall wouldnt be able to identify my waist line. Mscchheewww…half of yall never deserved my presence and you know it too. LMAO, lemme chill. Everyone deserves a likkle bit of King Kxndi. Anyway, DMX's ruff ryders anthem just played and this is my cue to go. 11 yr old me LOVED this song, I wanted to be tatted up like Eve. See me now.

Anyway, lemme go enjoy this chune and reminisce on DMX. Life is SOOOOOOO Gøod. I am Gøod. Magik is Gøod. Accountability is Gøod. Self Love is Gøod. Art is Gøod.

Ase. Ase. Ase.

#july 2024

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captainlondonman · 5 months ago

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BIG JIM J-BOI PART 2

They came out of the barber’s. J-Boi’s hair had gone. His scalp was gleaming and he felt like a Skin at last even with Wayne’s Hi Viz gear on. As they walked along the road he felt his cock swinging against the cum stained Hi Viz trousers and that immediately made him feel horny and want some more action. He was so wanting a fuck when they got home.

‘Right J-Boi it’s the Tat shop for you now. All us Skins need our tats and this is your first of many. I’ll decide what and where, got it?’

‘Sure master. . All I want is to feel a real skin like you’

They went down a back street and in through a small doorway. A bell sounded as they went in.

‘You there Joe?’

J-Boi could not believe who came through the opening. A burly 6ft. Skin in bleachers and black DMs laced up almost to his knees. He had no top on other than a leather waistcost. His arms and entire chest right up around his neck and on to his scalp were covered in tattoos, every imaginable design. No sign of any women on the tats. All the Skin signs you could think off. He had piercing blue eyes and a thick neck and what could be taken as a broken nose from all the fights he had been in. However J-Boi’s eyes moved down to his bleachers and stretching down his left leg was a thick tool. It looked as if Joe had been playing with himself as it was definitely partly rigid.

‘So is this yer boi Wayne?

‘Sure is Joe, what dya think?’

‘Not bad. Def needs a few tats and we can make him more like one of us. He’ll need these before we take him to meet the other lads and have a good punch up. Nothing like a fight with the baseball bats eh? So what’s his first tat Wayne?

‘Give him a cross on his neck and SKIN on his knuckles. That’s a good start. Ok Boi?’

‘Sure thing’

J-Boi sat on the chair with Joe facing him his legs apart so J-Boi could stare at his crotch. Watching that cock lessened the pain. Wayne knew exactly what JBoi was looking at and his own hand moved up and down his own dick, feeling excited at what was going on.

When he had finished Joe took a mirror and showed J-Boi.

‘It won’t look good now but once the scabs are off mate you will feel like one of us.’

‘I do already, Joe and it feels fucking great I can tell ya.’

‘Well, Wayne, you know I don’t charge for the first tat but I do expect a bit of service’

‘No probs there Joe, I’ve been watching Boi and he can’t take his eyes off that cock of yours. He loves sucking and knows how to make you cum in buckets, so sit there Boi and watch Joe get that stiff dick of his out for you.’

Joe stood and planted both booted feet in front of Boi, pressing his meaty hand around his cock which had fully spread down his bleachers showing an almighty massive bulge

‘Fuck man I’m now so fucking horny jus hope I can get my dick out for you boi.’

He unzipped and stuck his hand way down his bleachers. As his head got to the top so his tool sprang out in front of Boi’s face.

‘Shit man that’s big even for my throat. But I want it and I can already see your precum oozing out.

Boi lent forwards and grabbed his big balls ,massaging them so he could feel all the juice Joe had for him. He licked around the head taking the precum but smelling the cock which hadn’t been washed in days. How he loved cheesy unwashed cocks. Boi eased Joe’s foreskin back to reveal a thick gleaming head. God how he wanted that dick.

Joe took hold of Boi’s head.

‘Forget the pussyfooting Boi, I want my prick down yer throat so get started and no gagging’

Boi allowed his head to be moved down the shaft. He wanted to gag but his throat kept opening to take in the full length. His spit was oozing down his chin as Joe forced his cock further and further in until Boi could feel Joes thick dark curly pubes rubbing against his face.

‘Shit man you know how to take cock. Not many can take my full length. So start working.’

Still holding Joe’s balls and squeezing them hard he moved his mouth up and down the full length of the shaft at first slowly and then as he could feel Joe groaning so he moved faster and faster, sucking and allowing a fast flow of spit to run down the length.

As Boi moved his eyes away from Joe’s cock, he saw that Wayne was standing beside him, having pulled his dick out of his bleachers.

‘I told you Joe the Boi knows how to suck. It’s the best blow job you’ll get for a while.’

‘Too bloody right this guy’s amazing. Looks like your enjoying watching.’

‘Fuck man seeing that big dick of yours getting sucked off would make anyone wank. I’m cummin with you mate.

Hearing all this dirty talk made Boi suck even harder he wanted all that sackfull of Joe’s down his throat and feel Wayne’s cum spurting over him.

‘Fuck man I’m cumin,’ shouted Joe, ‘shit man, take it all I want to see you retching with my spunk. Here it comes.’

‘Me too’ shouted Wayne , his hand rubbing faster and faster down his shaft

‘Fuuckinn hell here it comes.’

And with that Joe shot wad after wad down Boi’s throat so much it was spilling out his mouth and running down his chin on to his Hi Viz jacket.

‘Shiiit man here’s mine.’ yelled Wayne, as spurt after spurt shot down across Bois face, thick creamy spunk running down the side of Bois face and onto his jacket

Both men leant back in exstacy . Wayne leant forward and rubbed the remaining drop of spunk across Boi’s face while Joe pulled his cock out and shook it before stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘Fucking hell man that was the best. You Boi are the best sucker around. Tell you what I’ll give your next two tats for free if you can do that again.’

‘You’re on Joe. I’ll be back soon so I can get as many tats as Master. I just wanna look more and more like him.’

‘Well Boi you’ve earned a few beers, lets get going and pick up a few. I promised to get you into my skin gear so lets get going.’

They were hardly out of the shop when Wayne lit up and shoved the fag into Boi’s mouth and then opened a can and started slurping.

‘Fuck I need that. Boi let the fag hang out the side of yer mouth. You’re a Skin now remember. Get this can down your throat, you must be fucking needing that after that blow job on Joe.’

They got into Wayne’s flat and Boi followed Wayne into the bedroom. What a mess. Clothes everywhere but all Skin clothes, T shirts and bleachers all of different shades lying on a bed that was covered in a large black rubber sheet

Along the floor were several oxblood and black Doc Martens of differing heights and either yellow, red or white boot laces. At the end of the line were rubber boots, knee length and waders.

Right Boi get yer Hi Viz gear off and get into the gear you’ll be wearing all the time. You’re a Skin and you will only ever wear what I say and it will all be skin stuff

Boi did as he was told while Wayne searched the bed for the gear he wanted Boi to wear. He threw a pair of bleachers and dirty socks.

‘Start with that Boi’

As Boi struggled to get on the bleachers, his cock was already half erect knowing they belonged to Wayne and he wanted his cock to look as good as Waynes who always had his stuffed down one leg.

Wayne took out some talc from a drawer and sprinkled it into a shiny black rubber T shirt.

‘Now get that on. Us skins luv rubber’

Boi put it one feeling it tight against his skin. It was hot but it only made him feel more horny.

‘Now get on these Oxblood Docs. After that lets see you in the mirror.’

When he had laced up Wayne pulled Boi over to the full length mirror.

‘Now look at yerself. A goddammed fucking Skin eh. That’s what you want eh? Looking at that fucking stiff dick of yours tells me you love it. Shaved head and that cross on the side of your neck. Brill. I’ll need to think what next. The rubber T shirt shows off your pecs Boi.’

Wayne handed Boi a rubber apron and said

‘Get that on around you while I take off my boots and then we’ll finish you off.

Once his boots were off Wayne got hold of the waders and pulled them on the tops coming up to his thighs. He opened the drawer again and took out a rubber hood and large black rubber dildo which looked just like a real black cock.

‘Get the hood on Boi. Youll love the smell of the rubber’

Boi put on the hood with neck and Wayne stood behind and zipped. There were eye slots and a mouth slit.

‘Smell that fucking rubber Boi.’

Boi felt this was what he always wanted. The strong small of rubber all over his face. Every breath was deep so he could take in the full stench of rubber. He felt Wayne’s prisoner, subjected to whatever he wanted. The hood was totally moulded to his shaved head.

Now put the sheet on the floor

While JBoi did as he was told, Wayne put on a pair of full length black rubber gloves that stretched all the way up his tattooed arms.

‘We skins luv fucking rubber don’t we?’

‘Yes master’

‘Get down on the fucking floor on yer knees and stick out yer tongue, now. I’ve plans for you, you fucking dirty pig, my fucking pig.’

Taking Bois rubber hooded head in his rubber gloves he bent down and let a huge gob of spit onto Bois tongue

‘So start cleaning my fucking boots’

Boi lay down with Wayne’s foot on his head and starting with Wayne’s gob he used his tongue to wipe over the rubber boots. As he used up the spit so he used his own spit to cover the boots. He loved the taste of the rubber in his mouth

‘Fucking tongue, Boi. I want to see these boots shine.’

He kept pushing down his foot on Boi’s head and told him to sit up and changed to the other boot again giving Boi another gob of spit to get him started.

In between barking his orders Wayne was opening and downing cans of beer belching as he swallowed.

‘Christ you really are my fucking Boi. I’m needing a fuckin piss now, loads of piss in me cock boy and you’re going to swallow the whole fucking lot . Unzipping he put his rubber gloved hand down his bleachers and pulled out his semi erect cock.

Moving forwards he rubbed it across the hood, letting it pause as it passed Bois tongue.

You’re gonna luv my piss Boi so open yer mouth and let yere tongue out, a Golden shower is about to hit you straight in the face

With that Wayne let out a stream of steaming hot piss aiming a Boi’s mouth who slurped down as much as he could, feeling the heat of the piss in his throat the rest running down his hood onto his apron and then the rubber sheet on the floor

‘Fuckin hell man you luv my piss’

More and more from all his cans streamed out drenching Boi his hood and apron gleaming from the piss.

‘I fucking needed that’

Then taking some lube and smearing it along the rubber dildo he pulled Boi up and turned him around so he was facing the mirror.

These bleachers of yours have a nice hole at yer arse. Jus perfect for you. Means even when fully dressed as a Skin you can always be fucked.

Using his gloved hand he start slowly pushing it between Boi’s cheeks spreading them with his gloves.

‘Stick that arse of your out further so you can take it’

Wayne decided this Boi needed a good fast fuck so no need to take time. He rammed the dildo up Bois arse causing him to yell out but at the same time the burning sensation only made him want to take more.

‘You fucking luv that mate don’t you.’

‘It’s fucking amazing master.’

Using one hand to push the dildo up and then back Wayne started wanking his now rigid dick with the other gloved hand.

‘I fucking luv wanking with me rubber gloves on. Hope you’re luving this boi.’

‘Shit man I’m about to cum in my bleachers’

‘That’s what I want Boi, see your cum oozing out and down yer leg.

‘Fuck I’m about to cum too. Lets do it together. Are you ready, shit seeing this dildo go all the way up yer arse is amazing,’ Wayne said his rubber hand moved faster and faster up his shaft.

‘I’m ready.’

‘Christ me too.’

With that Boi spurted his load in his bleachers the spunk oozing out the rest staining his leg. Wayne’s spunk shot out over Boi’s bleachers , wad after wad.

‘Fucking hell, Boi you learn fast.’

Wayne struck up a fag and put it through the rubber hood slot into Bois mouth.

‘You deserve that.’

Wayne fucked Boi twice during the night, Boi only wanting to please and Wayne only too keen to shaft him with his meaty dick.

‘I’ve got a job for you Boi. You need to get into my Hi Viz and report for work. Get my Rubber boots on as you will be getting dirty. I’m staying here as I’m shagged out after so much fucking and anyway I need to build up my cum for your return. So get into yer gear now.’

‘Yes Master’

Boi put on all the dirty cum stained Hi Viz gear and finally the rubber boots which immediately made him feel horny

‘Watch it J-Boi, I can your dick getting stiff in your gear. Bet it’s the boots you love. Now fuck off to work while I have a doze and a few ciggies.’

J-Boi went off to the building site as directed by Wayne . There was no one around but a large concrete dump truck was sitting next to the Portacabin. J-Boi knocked on the door of the Portacabin.

‘Who the fuck is there?’ a voice boomed

‘Wayne sent me to work for you’

‘Oh its fucking J-Boi then’

The door opened.

Fuckin hell standing in front of J-Boi was Big Jim, exactly as he had dreamt only a few days ago.. How the hell could it be the same. One was a dream but this was reality. But it was him. The same height, the same beer gut the same hairy hands and bushy beard.

‘You fucking know who I am don’t you J-Boi. Yes Big Jim.’

J-Boi stood there gobsmacked. His dream had come true but if was not he who was Big Jim.

‘Stop fucking staring J-Boi there’s work for us to do now, take this shovel and get over there behind the cement mixer as we have to spread out all this mix. Big Jim led the way as the mixer raised up the slurry and released what seems like tons of sloppy concrete.

‘Watch me and do the same and well get this done quickly.’

Thank God Wayne had told him to wear the rubber boots as he found himself standing deep in concrete slurry trying to spread as quickly as he could. But using the shovel his entire Hi Viz gear was totally spattered in slimy concrete even across his face.

J- Boi was happy. He enjoyed being a dirty workie and shit was he dirty.

Christ its hard work but fucking great he thought as he took his arms across his face to wipe of some sweat and snot.

Time for a cuppa, J-Boi, you’ve done a good job for a new lad. Let’s get you into the Portacabin.

Once inside Big Jim said

‘Bloody dirty work ain’t it. Covered in fucking dirt and cement. Get you jacket off, I’m taking mine off

As Big Jim unzipped his Hi Viz jackt, J-Boi caught sight of his body

What a big hairy bear

Thick black hair covered his entire chest spreading up from his beer belly right up to his neck and over his massive shoulders and down his back.

J-Boi had never seen anyone as hairy and felt conscious of his own downy hair. The hair spread down his massive arms which underneath were fully tattooed. He was heavy, hairy and had his beer gut fall over his Hi Viz trousers. Exactly like the dream.

‘Like what you see?. All that work has made me horny.’ Big Jim said rubbing his thick hand down his crotch. ‘Why don’t you come over and give me rub and feel the length.’

J- Boi stood with his hand out and gently touched Big Jim’s prick .

‘That ain’t what I call a rub. Grab it through my Hi Viz gear and feel the size and meat,’ he shouted grabbing himself and showing what he had, the trousers tenting with his erection.

J -Boi seeing the hard outline couldn’t then keep his hand away and grasped the cock shaking it and then rubbing down the full thick shaft

‘That’s some big cock you have there, Big Jim

‘Sure is but you know that don’t you. No point in just looking at my mighty bulge why don’t you unzip me and get it out. I like guys to do a bit of work so they know what they are getting.’

J -Boi unzipped and thrust his hand down the inside hardly able to get his whole hand around the dick.

How the hell am I going to get this monster out it seems all the way down his leg, J -Boi thought.

‘Now you’ve felt the size let me whip it out, ‘Big Jim said pushing J-Boi’s hand away.

With one almighty yank his cock sprang out and straight up fully erect with some precum already showing on the tip of his head.

‘That’s better , now have a good look at this. You love it eh? Come over here.’

J-Boi did as he was told, there was no option..

‘Turn around.’

As J Boi turned around so Big Jim took down the trousers to see a good arse with full well rounded cheeks.

‘Now that’s an arse waiting for a fuck if ever I saw one. No point in hanging around is there?’

He leant over his belly and let a huge gob of spit fall onto his shaft, slowly massaging it to make is ready to take J-Boi’s arse.

‘That’s it bend forward and relax. The more you relax the easier it will be, just the first push as my head enters your crack.

J -Boi bent forwards as Big Jim directed his cock, and gently pulled J-Boi in towards his shaft.

‘Fucking Hell, I don’t know if I can take it.’

‘Shut it, you’ll soon be groaning wanting every inch up to your hilt.’

There was no stopping Big Jim, hearing J-Boi made him more determined to fuck the living daylights out of him.

With his head in so he brought back the boy further and further in to him

‘Tell you what I think you need an extra bit of stimulation to help.’

With his belly touching J-Boi’s arse Big Jim brought his thick hands around his body and with those large workie hands starting on J-Boi’s tits, rubbing them at first gently between his fingers and then pinching them a little pulling his hands out so the tits felt hot and throbbing.

J-Boi started groaning, his arse automatically moving further and further up Big Jim’s shaft.

‘Oh so you like your tits done. Good boy, that’s it let me feel my dick right up to the top of your arse. By the way love the skinhead look and tats. I’ll speak to Wayne about others he can give you.

J -Boi was almost lifted off the ground being speared by Big Jims prick, his back now rubbing against a thick hairy chest, and a pair of hairy hands working more and more on his tits.

Shit this was better than any dream.

‘Ok Boi it now time for your to move up and down and let me release all my spunk inside you.

Big Jim slowly moved his cock as far back he could them he rammed it up so J-Boi could feel his hairy belly slam against his arse. Feeling all the thick hair made J-Boi so bloody horny with what seemed like a truncheon slamming away up his arse.

‘You fucking love that cock of mine boi, yer taking it like a real man, a real fucking Skin and shit those tits of yours are loving all my workin. That’s it boi push right back let me feel yer smooth arse against me belly

Big Jim slammed his cock harder and harder, J- Boi arching his body back to take every inch of that monster.

‘Fuck Boi I’m cumin, go on wank yerself so we cum together that dick of yours looks ready to take off its so fucking hard.’

‘Jesus Jim I’m there so unload all yer spunk inside me I want to feel it gloing all the way to my mouth and out. Fuck me, fuck me

‘You fucking little bitch you’re about to get all my seed.’

‘Right man , here I cum. Fuckinnnnn hell .’

Both came together J -Boi spurting all over the floor and Big Jim’s like a bloody deluge spunking all the way up J-Boi’s arse.

‘Christ Boi that’s one of the best fucks I’ve had in ages.’

‘Best cock I’ve had.’

‘Too fucking right boi. Tell you what tomorrow at lunch break I’m taking you to me mates to get some tit rings. All good Skins have them but with your tits you’ll love them. Make sure Wayne comes with you so we can have a threesome. Want to see him suck you off while I have another go up that arse of yours.

So before you go youd better wipe up all that cum of yours over the floor.’

‘What’s the smile for?’

‘I’ve just had a dream come true, been fucked by you with that monster dick, now have my Master and become a Skin who lives like a dirty workie in full Hi Viz then skin gear after. It’s not going to get any better. No more fucking wanking, I have the real thing and loads of it. What a fucking great life.

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 255

We Happy Few/The Zygon Inversion

“We Happy Few”

Plot Description: god reveals to Lucifer why he was chosen to bear the Mark. The Winchesters team up with angels, demons, and witches in an attempt to seal away Amara

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

I can’t blame Lucifer for acting similarly to an angst teen and telling everyone in this room “screw you.” Omg literally though!!! “If dad has something to say to me, I’ll hear it from him. Til then I’ll be in my room”

Crowley’s having a hard time rallying the troops after the character assassination he’s undergone in the last few seasons

of COURSE god won’t just apologize to Lucifer 🙄

Who are the Winchesters to facilitate this family therapy session??

*crying in why couldn’t horikoshi have given me a scene like this???*

No. Dean. That’s TERRIBLE advice “and the thing about apologies is you don’t have to mean them. I tell Sam I’m sorry all the time when I’m not…..sorry. Eh? See?”

I’m so team lucifer here. (No but if LITERAL GOD can give a sincere and specific apology to his son who HE favored and then abandoned, WHY CAN’T ENDEAVOR?)

This “getting the team together to defeat Amara” scene is a little hokey but I guess you gotta do it

…if Lucifer accepts god’s apology and they’re square, what are we gonna do for FOUR MORE SEASONS?!

You have god on your side, but do you have ANIME? Because I think you need both

Ah, RIP, Donatello

Why is god flirting with Rowena?! Lmao

Man…truly the way women get treated in this show is atrocious. None of the guys have any scratches but the women

Oh good. A little tit for tat. Amara may have just killed god. So I guess that might be part of my answer to “what do we do for four more seasons?” The Winchesters got tossed around, and it looks like Lucifer got banished out of Cas

Ok…so he’s not dead YET but only because Amara wants to let him watch her destroy all of creation first

“The Zygon Inversion”

Plot Description: with UNIT incapacitated, only the Doctor stands in the way of the Zygons

Day 8 of asking for one self-contained story. I know I won’t get it today, but maybe tomorrow…

Why is this some…alternate universe Clara being called upon??

Oh…she’s doing they from within the pod the Zygons have her in

Osgood telling the Doctor how she’d kill him if she were Zygon Clara BECAUSE she’s such a big fan of his is very funny

Yeah…there’s no way Clara knows what the Osgood Box is. So not only will Zygon Clara have a hard time finding anything in Clara’s mind, given everything in her past, she’ll HAVE to keep Clara alive

Truly feel like this could have been one episode…there’s so much dumb extra stuff

It seems so obvious now that there would be two Osgood boxes…and actually there are two buttons in each box, so you can understand how frustrated Zygon Clara is

Twelve has some really good speeches, and this one trying to stop the war between humans and zygons is no different

Surprise surprise, they stopped the war

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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ranahan · 2 months ago

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So I lied, this got long enough that now this is the second part and I’ll post a third later:

Pronunciation of y

Since it’s kind of related, here’s my rule for pronouncing it. There’s more interpretation involved in this one, as the way Traviss gives her pronunciations cannot differentiate between all of these options. But what I describe below is a really common way for languages to treat the semivowel /j/ and I think it fits the data well enough. (Also I’m trying to keep the rules for phonotactics as simple as possible which also factors in these interpretations, but that’s a story for another day.)

/j ~ ʝ/ when syllable-initial and between vowels

aloriya[alor-EE-yah]

ba'yair[bah-yah-EER]

beroya[bair-OY-ah]

buyacir[boo-ya-SHEER]

chayaikir[CHAI-ay-keer]

cuyan[koo-YAHN]

cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]

cuyete[coo-YAY-tay]

cuyir[KOO-yeer]

enteyor[EN-tay-OHR]

epar'yaim [eh-Par-yay-EEM]

eyayah[ee-YAY-ah]

eyaytir[ah-YAY-teer]

gayi'kaab[GUY-ee-KAHB]

gayiyla[guy-EE-lah]

gedeteyar[geh-det-AY-ar]

geroya[geh-ROY-ah]

goyust[goh-YOOST]

jehavey'ir[jeh-HAHR-vay`eer]

karyai[CAR-yai]

K'oyacyi![Koy-AH-shee!]

layari[LAY-ah-ree]

Manda'yaim[MAN-dah-YAI-eem]

mar'eyir[mah-AY-eer]

mayen[MY-enn]

meshgeroya[MESH-geh-ROY-ah]

nuhoyir[noo-HOY-eer]

oriya[oh-REE-yah]

oriyala[oh-REE-ah-lah]

osi'yaim[OH-see-yaim]

Oya![OY-ah!]

oyacyir[oy-YAH-sheer]

oya'karir[OY-yah-KAR-eer]

oya'la[oy-AH-lah]

oyayc[oy-AYSH]

oyu'baat[oy-YOO-baht]

oyula[oy-OO-lah]

riye[REE-yay]

ruyot[ROO-yot]

shi'yayc[shee-YAYSH]

tayat[TAI-aht]

uj'alayi[oo-jah-LIE-ee]

ut'reeyah[oot-REE-yah]

utreyar[oo-TREE-yar]

vencuyanir[ven-COO-yah-neer]

vencuyot[vain-COO-ee-ot]

vheh'yaim[veh-YAYM]

Wayii![Why-EE or WHY-ee]

yacur[YAH-soor]

ya'gai[YAH-guy]

yai[yay]

yaihadla[yai-HAHD-lah]

yaihi'l[YAH-heel]

yaim[yaym]

yaimi[yay-MEE]

yaim'la[YAYM-la]

yaim'ol[yai-MOHL]

yaimpar[yay-EEM-par]

yai'yai[YAY-aye]

yaiyai'yc[yai-YAI-eesh]

yamika[yah-MEE-kah]

yilad[yee-LAHD]

yustapir[YOOST-ah-PEER]

yustarud[YOOST-arood]

I interpret it more of a consonant /ʝ/ when beginning a word or a stressed syllable, and semivowel /j/ between vowels, but the difference is somewhat academic.

Traviss gives the pronunciation variously as “y” and “ee” and the preceding vowel ending in an y and the following syllable beginning with a vowel. But as you can see above, these different options are given even to the same sounds (in related words where the relevant part should be the same), so I don’t think there’s a consistent pattern here.

/i/ otherwise

where it can either form a diphthong following a vowel

aaray[AH-ray]

akay, 'kay[ah-KAY]

anay[AH-nay]

cuyla[COO-ee-lah]

dayn[dain]

din'kartay[deen-KAR-tie]

echoy[eh-CHOY]

echoy'la[eh-CHOY-lah]

echoylir[eh-choy-LEER]

eyaytir[ah-YAY-teer]

eyn[ayn]

gaanaylir[gahn-AY-leer]

Gaa'tayl![Gah-TILE]

gaa'taylir[gah-TAY-leer]

haa'taylir[har-TIE-leer]

kar'tayl[kar-TILE]

kar'taylir[kar-TIE-leer]

kaysh[kaysh]

naysol[NAY-sol]

partaylir[par-TAT-leer]

payt[PAH-eet]

rayshe'a[ray-SHEE-ah]

ray'ture[ray-TOOR-ay]

ta'ayl[tah-AYL]

ta'raysh[ta-RAYSH]

taylir[TIE-leer]

tome'tayl[TOH-meh-TAYL]

uj'ayl[oo-JAY-ul]

vhey[vay]

…which also applies when it’s the adjectival suffix -yc after a vowel…

hayc[haysh]

hetikleyc[hay-TEEK-laysh]

hodayc[HOH-daysh]

jari'eyc[JAR-ee-aysh]

johayc[JO-haysh]

kyrayc[keer-AYSH]

mar'eyce[mah-RAY-shay]

nayc[naysh]

oyayc[oy-AYSH]

shi'yayc[shee-YAYSH]

There is a question of how ⟨ij⟩ is pronounced: I think /ɪj/ before a vowel, and a long /iː/ before a consonant or word-finally. That is, the same way as other diphthongs.

gayiyla[guy-EE-lah]

gayiylir[guy-EE-leer]

aikiyc[ai-KEESH]

etc.

…end in a diphthong…

nuhoy[noo-HOY]

pirimmuy[peer-im-OO-ee]

shereshoy[sheh-REYSH-oy]

Su'cuy[Soo-COO-ee]

veeray[VEER-ay]

vorpan'oy[vor-PAHN`oy]

…or when it’s the only vowel of a syllable (when there’s no fuckery with c):

gaanynir[gah-NEE-neer]

gekyrdir[geh-KEER-deer]

kov'nyn[KOHV-neen]

kov'nynir[KOHV-nee-neer]

kyr[KEER]

Kyr ge'kaan[KEER geh-KAHN]

kyr'ad[KEER-ahd]

kyr'adyc[keer-AH-deesh]

kyr'am[kee-RAHM]

kyramla[keer-AHM-la]

kyramud[keer-AH-mood]

kyr'amur[kee-RAHM-oor]

kyrayc[keer-AYSH]

kyrbej[KEER-bayj]

kyr'bes[KEER-bez]

Kyr'tsad[KEERT-sahd]

kyr'vhetine[KEER-fet-EEN-ay]

kyr'yc[KEER-eesh]

mirsh'kyramud[MEERSH-keer`AH-mood]

nynir[nee-NEER]

Osi'kyr![OH-see-KEER]

Re: aay’han. This is kind of an odd one out. I want to interpret geminate vowel + i combinations as belonging to different syllables, e.g. aa-i. Which would make the pronunciation of

aay'han[AY-ye-haan]*

look like the orthography is just missing a letter: *aayi’han. The problem though is that I think the aay- there is the same ay- that happens in e.g. uj’ayl, i.e. that there are only two morphemes in this word. So I don’t know where the extra long vowel or extra syllable comes from. Maybe it’s one of those that are contractions of much longer phrases?

C, cy, yc—why are they pronounced like that?

I think I’ve mentioned before that the rule is very nearly regular, so here it is. I’ve reproduced Traviss’s original pronunciation guides here (so you can see whether what I’m saying holds true).

c (without y) is pronounced as /s/ before high front vowels /e i/

cerar [sair-ARR]

ceratir [sair-AH-teer]

ceryc [sair-EESH]

cetar [set-ARR]

cetare [set-ARE-ay]

cin [seen]

cinargaanar [see-NAHR-gah-nahr]

cinarin [see-NAH-reen]

cin'ciri [seen-SEE-ree]

cinyc [SEE-neesh]

ciryc [seer-EESH]

mircin [meer-SEEN]

mircir [meer-SEER]

mirci't [meer-SEET]

racin [ray-SEEN]

tom'urcir [tohm-OOR-seer]

ver'mircit [VAIR-meer-seet]

otherwise as /k/

That is, after other vowels:

ca [kah]

cabuor [kah-BOO- or]

cabur [KAH-boor]

ca'nara [KAH-nah-RAH]

can'gal [CAHN-gahl]

carud [kah-ROOD]

ca'tra[KAH-tra]

cuir [COO-eer]

copaanir [KOH-pan-EER]

copad [KOH-pad]

copikla [koh-PEEK-lah]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

cu'bikad [COO-bee-kahd]

cunak [COO-nahk]

cuun [koon]

cuyan [koo-YAHN]

cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]

cuyete [coo-YAY-tay]

cuyir [KOO-yeer]

cuyla [COO-ee-lah]

du'car [DOO-kar]

du'caryc [doo-KAR-eesh]

ge'catra [geh-CAT-rah]

jorcu [JOR-koo]

ori'copaad [OH-ree-KOH-pahd]

vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]

vencuyot [vain-COO-ee-ot]

vercopa [vair-KOH-pa]

vercopaanir [VAIR-koh-PAH-neer]

…and in a word-final position:

balac [bah-LAHK]

bic [beek]

ibac [ee-BAK]

ibic [ee-BIK]

norac [noh-RAK]

tebec [TEH-bek]

yc is always pronounced as /iʃ/

aikiyc [ai-KEESH]

aruetyc [AH-roo-eh-TEESH]

balyc [BAH-leesh]

beskaryc [BES-kar-EESH]

burk'yc [BOOR-keesh]

chakaaryc [chah- KAR-eesh]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

dalyc [DAH-leesh]

daryc [DAR-eesh]

diryc [DEER-eesh]

duumyc [DOO-meesh]

etyc [ETT-eesh]

gaht'yc [GAH-teesh]

gehatyc [geh-HAHT-eesh]

haamyc [HAH-meesh]

haatyc [HAH-teesh]

haryc [HAR-eesh]

hayc [haysh]

hetikleyc [hay-TEEK-laysh]

hettyc [heh-TEESH]

hodayc [HOH-daysh]

hokan'yc [hoh-KAH-neesh]

iviin'yc [ee-VEEN-esh]

jagyc [JAH-geesh]

jaon'yc [jai-OHN-ish]

jari'eyc [JAR-ee-aysh

jatisyc [jah-TEE-seesh]

johayc [JO-haysh]

kotyc [koh-TEESH]

kyr'adyc [keer-AH-deesh]

kyrayc [keer-AYSH]

kyr'yc [KEER-eesh]

laamyc [LAH-meesh]

lararyc [lah-rah-eesh]

majyc [MAH-jeesh]

morut'yc [moh-ROO-teesh]

narseryc [nar-SAIR-eesh]

nayc [naysh]

neduumyc [nay-DOO-meesh]

nehutyc [neh-HOOT-eesh]

nu'amyc [noo-AHM-eesh]

nuhaatyc [noo-HAH-teesh]

ori'beskaryc [OH-ree-bes-KAR-eesh]

ori'jagyc [OH-ree-JAHG-eesh (or OH-ree-YAHG-eesh)]

ori'suumyc [OHR-ee-SOOM-eesh]

oyayc [oy-AYSH]

piryc [PEER-eesh]

ramikadyc [RAH-mee-KAHD-eesh]

ret'yc [RET-eesh]

ruusaanyc [roo-SAHN-eesh]

sapanyc [sah-PAHN-eesh]

shaap'yc [sha-PEESH]

shi'yayc [shee-YAYSH]

shuk'yc [shook-EESH]

shupur'yc [shoo-POOR-esh]

sol'yc [sohl-EESH]

talyc [tahl-EESH]

tomyc [TOH-meesh]

tranyc [TRAH-neesh]

tratyc [TRAH-teesh]

tug'yc [too-GEESH]

ulyc [OO-leesh]

urcir [oor-SEER]

utyc [OO-teesh]

verburyc [vair-BOOR-eesh]

verd'yc [VAIR-deesh]

vutyc [VOOT-eesh]

yaiyai'yc [yai-YAI-eesh]

Note that this is still true when yc occurs in the middle of a word instead of the end:

barycir [bah-REE-shir]

besbe'trayce [BES-beh-TRAYSH-ay]

dirycir [DEER-ee-SHEER]

ke'gyce [keh-GHEE-shay]

majyce [mah-jEE-shay]

majycir [MAH-jeesh-eer]

mar'eyce [mah-RAY-shay]

mureyca [MOOR-aysh-ah]

cy is pronounced as /ʃ/

burc'ya [BOOR-sha]

burcyan [BOOR-shahn]

cyare [SHAH-ray]

cyare'se [shar-AY-say]

cyar'ika [shar-EE-kah]

cyar'tomade [SHAR-toe-MAH-day]

mirshmure'cya [meersh-moor-AY-shah]

murcyur [MOOR-shoor]

oyacyir [oy-YAH-sheer]

Ret'urcye mhi [ray-TOOR-shay-MEE]

sheb'urcyin [sheh-BOOR-shin]

sho'cye [SHOW-shay]

tracy'uur [trah-SHOOR]

Exceptions

The above holds true except for some exceptions:

The first is a group of words with a combination of u + yc:

buyca [BOO-shah]

buy'ce [BOO-shay]

buycika [BOO-she-kah]

This might be related to the status of /ui/ as a diphthong in Mando’a & could be a piece of evidence against it. What do I mean? Well, every instance of ⟨uy⟩ in the dictionary, Traviss breaks up in two syllables /u.i/. Could be there’s no diphthong /ui/ in Mando’a? However, I think it’s more likely this is because Traviss gives the pronunciations with an English orthography (i.e. how an English speaking reader would know to pronounce the words), and there’s no diphthong /ui/ in English, so in order to represent those sounds in English, they have to be broken up in separate syllables.

I also think the long /u:/ in buy’ce etc. is likely simply an elision: try going slowly from /u/ to /i/ to /ʃ/, and you’ll notice it’s easier to slip directly from /u/ to /ʃ/. I would generalise it as the diphthong /ʊɪ/ being realised as /uː/ before palatal consonants (at least; maybe others as well).

and:

buyacir [boo-ya-SHEER] /bʊ.ja.ˈʃiɾ/

Which has no excuse for being irregular except for influence on its spelling from buy’ce, so you could alternatively spell it as buyacyir or pronounce it as /bʊ.ja.ˈsiɾ/ (either would be regular).

The other exception to the rule is:

acyk [AH-seek]

The rule for this could be formulated as “y is the only vowel in a syllable, it’s pronounced as /i/ and the pronunciation of c follows that.” Except for…

tracyn [trah-SHEEN]

Which itself could be analysed as a combination of the above rules: y as an only vowel gets pronounced as /i/, but the consonant in cy is still pronounced as /ʃ/ (in which case it would be acyk that is irregular instead).

It’s the derivations that appear irregular:

tracinya [trah-SHEE-nah]

tracyaat [tra-SHEE-at]

tra'cyar [tra-SHEE-ar]

Tracinya is plainly a derivation of tracyn, just spelled with an i instead of y. Interestingly, in Harlin’s Mando’a tracyn is pronounced as /tra.ʃin/ and tracinya as /tra.sin.ja/. So perhaps it’s acyk which should be pronounced as /a.ʃik/?

I’ve chosen to adjust the pronunciation of the other two to conform to the rule of pronouncing cy as /ʃ/: /tɾa.ˈʃaːt/ & /tɾa.ˈʃaɾ/.

And then:

yacur [YAH-soor]

Idek? I have do idea where this one comes from.

And:

Coruscanta [KOH-roo-SAHN-ta]

which is a loanword and doesn’t count. Although I’d suspect that “Corusanta” might be a fairly common misspelling among native speakers.

Explanation

So why is it pronounced like that? The explanation is something called palatalisation, which is the same reason why c in Latinate words is sometimes pronounced as /k/ and sometimes as /s/.

In very simple terms, the high front vowels and the semivowel /j/ are pronounced such that the tongue is at or very nearly the palatal position. So they tend to pull the preceding consonants to the palatal place of articulation (instead of whichever place of articulation they used to be pronounced at).

So in Mando’a:

c → k

c + high front vowel /i e/ → /s/

c + semivowel /y/ → /ʃ/

Not sure if /k/ is the original value of ⟨c⟩ since this rule doesn’t seem to apply to ⟨k⟩. Maybe ⟨c⟩ had originally another value, which has later changed into /k/?

There will be a second part to this post later, but I’ll break this off here for now.

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