#that chrome armour

[flonion]

My knight in chrome armour

[tinydefector]

Human's effects

More a silly little thing that I had to write out.

Warnings: talks about sex, xenophilia, kinks

Word count: 3k

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There were a lot of things that fascinated the cybertronians over humans. Their size, body types, skin tones and those soft they are. 

So many of them become so fascinated over the fact that such small and fragile creatures don't have plating to protect themselves but only wear soft fabrics. 

And it slowly leads a lot of Cybertronians to realising they were Xenophiles. 

A list of kinks and fetishes cybertronians discovered from it. 

-size kink 

-skin fetish 

- hair pulling 

- silk and ribbon play

- cum inflation 

-breeding

-pet play

- vore

-fluid play and consumption 

- spiking warming

- Heart and spark syncing 

- new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

There's originally a lot of unknowns about humans, and cybertronians are rather intrigued, for one the first times the a lot of the crew of lost light had encountered them was on black market and high priced pets, and companions. 

There were exceptions such as Perceptor, Ratchet and Megatron who had been around humans before but for a lot of the bots this was their first time seeing them. that is until they are assigned a human communications, relations Ambassador/ liaison. 

But after the black market incident it had led a lot of bots into research over humans. And it just spirals more with them discovering some rather dark history with cybertronians keeping humans as playthings. And finding out their ‘interface equipment’ isn't that different from their own, just more organic and smaller.  

A late night of drinking at swerve slowly devolved into conversation over their local human. Brainstorm sits nursing his drink of engex while he and others of the ship chat away. "So does it fascinate anyone else over the fact that humans don't have natural plating or any kind of protection for their squishy form?" He brings up, he himself had fallen down the rabbit hole of human porn but didn't quite know how to breach the subject with anyone else. 

"Oh Primus, look who decided to join us, thought you were holding up with your Conjunx Chrome!" Swerve said with a chuckle, placing more drinks down. He hopped up onto one of the bar stools and leaned in eagerly, His attention flicks to Brainstorm. "You bring up a good point, Brainstorm," Swerve replied.

 "Those squishy humans are really something else, ain't they? No armour, no defences - I'd be scared outta my circuits if I was just soft protoform all the time!, like i’m so surprised squishy hasn't been stepped on yet" 

Rodimus nodded in agreement. "Yet they've managed to survive just fine so far. There's obviously more to them than meets the eye. Like i've seen some of the things our ambassador can do like the strange stretching"

"I dunno," Skids chimed in. "Seems pretty fraggin' reckless if you ask me. One good shot and it lights out!" 

Rewind shuddered. "Ugh, don't remind me. Just thinking about all those organics and tubes and who knows what else squishing around in there makes my fuel tank turn." He made a dramatic churning sound effect.

Riptide laughed. "I saw a nature documentary once about these hairless ape creatures the humans evolved from. Now THOSE guys were squishy."

“What in Primus have you been watching?!” 

“some old earth docs that Percy’s has, bots got a lot of info on Terra and the planet's history” The bots shared a collective laugh at the image. Swerve took a swig of his energon. "Frag, maybe there's something to be said about living on the edge like that! Sure keeps things interesting, its still strange that they are somehow one of the top predators of their planet yet are smaller than half the things they eat"

Brainstorm goes quiet for a moment. "Have you seen how flexible they are?"

Swerve nearly spit out his energon. "Whoa hey, I don't need those kinds of vivid imagery floatin' around my processor thank you very much!, keep the squishy interface vids to yourself" he said, waving his hands animatedly. 

"You have to admit, the way those fleshbags can contort themselves is pretty impressive," Skids added. "Must come in handy for.. maintenance." He waggled his optical ridges suggestively.

Brainstorm nodded pensively. "Indeed. Their non-metal structure allows for feats we could never replicate by ourselves." He took a sip of his energon. "Always makes me curious what other evolutionary adaptations they've developed to compensate for such vulnerability. The potential for scientific discovery is endlessly fascinating with their species and ancestors."

Riptide shrugged. "As long as they don't expect ME to try any of their bone-breaking yoga moves," he laughed. "This chassis is meant for tough stuff, not Twister!"

"You think they would be soft, you know if you interface with one?" Brainstorm asked while downing his drink, the engex was slowly going to his processor loosening his lips. 

"Oh don't give me that look I know for a fact you all have thought about doing with a human at least once! Rodimus I know for a fact you eye them up everytime our little liaison walks past you" He calls out Rodimus. 

Rodimus nearly choked on his energon in an attempt to look innocent. "Wh-what? That's not - I never -" he sputtered in protest, flustered optics darting around at the other bots.

Brainstorm smirked as Rodimus squirmed uncomfortably on the stool. "Oh please, don't try to deny it, Captain. You're about as subtle as a combiner in a supply closet." 

"Roddy's got the hots for squishy, who knew!" Swerve giggled uncontrollably. 

Skids nudged Riptide playfully. "Hey, maybe we got a xenophiliac on the ship!" 

"Alright alright, knock it off you glitches," Rodimus growled, though the blue flush across his face said otherwise. "I was just... curious, that's all. They ARE a strange species."

Swerve tried to contain his laughter. "Ohhh I bet you are more than curious, if you catch my drift!, wanna get up close and personal" More raucous peals of laughter from the group.

Brainstorm stroked his chin in thought. "They do feel intriguingly delicate. I wonder if their flexible frames would be more pleasurable to interface with than our own rigid forms..."

"Have you seen videos of them, they stretch a lot, like a lot, like I know human skin is resilient but i didn't think they were that resilient " Brainstorm states remembering some of the videos he had seen online. Other bots peak up intrigued. 

Swerve choked again as his fuel tank nearly turned inside out. "Brainstorm! That's... more than I needed to visualise, thank you very much." 

Skids seemed a bit less phased. "Fleshbags gettin' their twist on, huh? Can't say I'm not curious now." 

Even Rodimus seemed intrigued despite his earlier protests. "Resilient is an   understatement. I've seen some of the contortions that humans can do - it's astounding that their protoforms don't tear apart." 

Brainstorm nodded enthusiastically. "Precisely! With the right lubrication and technique, I hypothesise an interface with a limber human form would provide entirely novel sensory data."

Riptide shifted uncomfortably. "Not sure I'm ready to dive into the fleshy deep end just yet.”  

Swerve shot him a sly grin. "Aw c'mon Rip, live a little! Where's your sense of adventure?" 

Rodimus tried to steer the subject elsewhere. "Let's maybe change topics before someone needs a wipe down. Or Primus forbid, Magnus overhears you lot"

"I hope I did not hear what my processor just heard" Ultra Magnus states while staring down at the group of drinking mechs. A Lot of bots in the bar snicker at the group getting in trouble. 

"Come on Sir, get that wrench out of you aft, join us!" Skids called out.

Swerve let out an audible squeak at Ultra Magnus's stern tone, almost dropping his engex in panic. "U-Um, Magnus sir! Fancy seeing you here. We were just, uh, discussing..." 

He shot desperate optics at the others for help, but they all seemed to shrink down in their seats under Magnus's disapproving glare. 

Rodimus flashed an uneasy grin. "Just having a friendly debate about alien species, you know how it is. Brainstorm was bringing up some, er, interesting biological points..." 

Ultra Magnus sighed wearily. "I'd rather not know the details, thank you. Some topics are best left undiscussed in public."

The whole bar erupted into laughter at the group's misfortune. "Ah lay off em Magnus!" one patron called out. "They're just havin' fun!"

Another bot piped up. "Yeah, loosen up that rusty chassis and join us! One drink won't hurt." 

Magnus scowled, unamused. But as the encouragement grew louder, he glanced around hesitantly...

Swerve spotted an opening. "C'mon Magnus, live a little! I'll even give you a two-for-one special." He flashed a hopeful grin.

The enforcer grumbled but his resolve was cracking. Against his better judgement, he pulled up a stool. "One drink." Swerve whooped and poured him a double.

They cheer as Magnus sits down to drink with them. Skids speak up. "So brainstorm you saying you'd hook up with a fleshy, get nice and personal with a human" he calls out with a laugh.

Brainstorm leaned forward eagerly. "Why of course! The pursuit of scientific knowledge knows no boundaries. Though upon further review, direct interfacing with an organic might require certain, ah, safety protocols." 

Skids peered at him suspiciously. "Exactly what kind of 'research' are you plannin' on doing Brainy?"

Swerve nudged Riptide with a smirk. "I'll bet ya 20 shanix Brainstorm's just trying to find an excuse to get jiggy with the humies!"

Riptide snorted. "No way, I ain't takin' THAT bet!" 

Rodimus dropped his face in his palms with a groan. "can we PLEASE stop picturing Brainstorm fragging humans?" 

Ultra Magnus coughed on his engex, catching the comment he'd really rather not have heard. 

But Brainstorm paid them no mind, lost in scientific contemplation. "The human capacity for sensory input and feedback would provide a rich study on cross-species interface protocol adaptability..."

"INTERFACE PROTOCOLS?!" Swerve shrieked. The table erupted into howls of laughter at Magnus's deeply uncomfortable expression. It was going to be a LONG night indeed.

“Primus Brainstorm you kinky fragger” 

"Fine then everyone servo up if your not at least somewhat curious or thought about it at least once" Brainstorm calls out to all of Swerve's bars patrons

"Oooh, Brainstorm's putting us all on the spot!" Swerve giggled with gleeful mischief. He raised his servo without hesitation. 

Skids was quick to follow suit, slamming his half-empty glass down. "Frag it, I'll admit it! Those soft squishy bodies got me wonderin' what else they're good for." 

To everyone's surprise, Rodimus sheepishly lifted a servo as well, avoiding optic contact with Ultra Magnus. Riptide shrugged and joined in the show of servos, if only to blend in. 

The majority of bots in the bar started raising their hands amid roars of laughter and drunken encouragement. Only a select few hesitated, shooting nervous glances at Magnus. 

The enforcement officer's expression cycled through outrage, resignation and back to outrage as his gaze swept over the forest of raised servos. "I cannot condone such deviant interest in alien biologies," he protested, voice stiff. 

But as more servos stayed stubbornly aloft, Magnus sagged with a weary sigh. After a long moment, he slowly, begrudgingly raised one massive hand as well. 

The bar erupted into ear-splitting cheers. Swerve howled with glee, banging his fists on the counter. "Look's like we've all got a bit of xenophile in us after all! Even you, Magnus my mech!" 

Magnus buried his faceplate in his servos as Brainstorm cackled maniacally. Once the bar settles back down its Swerve who speaks up with a smirk on his faceplate. "So... which one of you charming mechs are gonna be the first to try and get our lovely Liaison?" He teases. 

Rodimus sputtered into his drink at Swerve's question, flushing brighter. "W-what? I never said anything about actually doing anything!, it's all just fantasies Swerve!" he protested in a hissed tone. 

Skids rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, well they do have a cute lil' figure. Bet they'd be a wild ride..." 

Swerve grinned slyly at Rodimus. "Aw c'mon Captain, don't tell me you ain't thought about it at least once! I bet they'd be real fun to break in, get all soft and pliable..." 

Rodimus smacked Swerve upside the helm. "Knock it off!" He shot a pleading glance at Ultra Magnus as if begging for rescue.

But unexpectedly, Brainstorm was the one who spoke up. "While the organic's flexibility is intriguing, directly interfacing could introduce unknown health risks or cultural taboos. Outside the fact our people have kept humans as pets and companions in the past. A more ethical approach would be gaining consent for strictly observational research."  

Riptide frowned. "Not sure the liaison would go for that either Storm" 

Swerve sighed dreamily. "Just imagine wrapping those soft squishy bits all around you though... bet they'd feel amazing..."  

"SWERVE." Magnus's warning tone silenced the cheeky bartender immediately. He turned back to Rodimus with a sigh. "Despite certain... Curiosities, directly engaging an organics  such a manner would be unwise, dangerous even, not to mention our form are much larger and could harm a human."

Rewind nodded gratefully at Magnus, relieved the subject was shifting. But the mischievous glint in Swerve's optic suggested his teasing wasn't over yet. It was going to be a long night indeed.

"Relax Mags I'm just riling these drunk mech up. Unless you're interested in our sweet little ambassador" he teases, making other bots choke on their drinks. 

Ultra Magnus's icy glare could have frozen Swerve's energon. "Need I remind you this conversation is highly inappropriate and unprofessional," he said sternly. 

But to everyone's surprise, Rodimus let out an undignified snort of laughter. "As if Magnus would ever break protocol like that! He'd probably recite the entire Autobot code of conduct while fragging."

The whole bar erupted in howls of mirth at the mental image. 

Swerve was nearly rolling on the floor. "Can you imagine?! 'Paragraph 3, subsection B clearly states interfacing with sentient aliens requires prior diplomatic clearance forms in triplicate!'" he cried in a mockingly stiff voice. 

Skids were wiping away fuel tears. "Primus if MR. RULES AND REGS ever broke the rules, it'd be one for the history archives!" 

Riptide jabbed Skids in the side. "Ten shanix says he'd have them memorising regulations the whole time!" 

"Twenty shanix says they'd run screaming first!" Swerve shot back. 

The bets and ribbing escalated as more mechs joined in. Across the table, Rodimus shoved Magnus playfully. "C'mon Magnus, live on the wild side for once!" 

Magnus's rumbling huff was the only response. Watching his rigid commander finally loosening up filled Swerve with delight. Somehow, some way, he'd find a way to get Magnus to break protocol yet! It was shaping up to be the best night ever.

"Ohhh let's make this fun. I list some bots and you say if you think they would hook up with a human" Riptide states. "Rung, Drift and Ratchet" he calls out the names.

Swerve let out a dramatic gasp. "Ooh spicy!"

"Rung is definitely curious but way too professional. Might let loose over a couple cubes of engex though!" 

Skids broke into hysterics at Riptide's suggestions. "Rung and a HUMAN?! Rung doesn't even touch his OWN interface panel!" 

Rodimus snorted. "Can you imagine? 'My dear, it seems you're experiencing some psychological interfacing blockers. Please, tell me how that makes you feel.'" 

"Drift guy's definitely intrigued by other species, if you know what I mean. Plus he's artsy so he'd probably appreciate the 'aesthetic'." Swerve responds

"Drift might go for it, he's open to new experiences," Rodimus mused with a grin. 

Brainstorm nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, his spiritual philosophies suggest an openness to cultural exchange that others may lack. I think if he and ratchet weren't together its something he might try" 

"Ratchet. bah! As if that grumpy old rust-bucket would try anything so illogical. Unless she's a doctor too and starts quoting his favourite protocols... then all bets are off!" Skids laughed. 

"Ratchet? Nah, too much of a hard aft. He'd just bitch about human biohazards the whole time," Swerve giggled. 

"Well if Drift was interested I'm pretty sure that mecn could get ratchet to do anything with the bat of his optics" Rodimus remarks.

The table erupted in raucous laughter. Swerve took a playful bow. "Alright bring on the next victims!" 

Riptide rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, how about...Tailgate, Cyclonus, and Whirl?" 

Swerve cackled wickedly. "Tailgate would be way too nervous but he'd try for his Conjunx Cyclonus. Cyclonus would 100% use his broody vibes to charm her pants off but only for Tailgate. And Whirl? He doesn't interface, he destroys! So that liaison better watch her interfacing ports around that lunatic!" 

Chromedome interjects stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Tailgate would be way too nervous and shy, I think. He'd probably short-circuit just from holding hands!" 

Riptide nodded. "Cyclonus has always struck me as the kinky type. Wonder if he's into those squishy bits like Brainstorm thinks..."

"Whirl would frag anything that moves," Rodimus interjected with a grimace. "But I don't think an organic would survive the experience!"

Brainstorm stroked his chin. "Indeed, Whirl's interfacing protocol subroutines seem rather...enthusiastic. Consent might be a fleeting concept. Better to observe from a safe distance." 

Swerve shuddered. "Ugh, don't make me picture that psycho getting 'friendly' with a human! I'm tryna keep my fuel down y'know." 

The names continue being dropped. 

 " First Aid! I don't know if the medic-bot's got it in him to break the rules. But I betcha if he did, he'd be real gentle and caring-like. He'd have them feelin' better than new in no time!" 

Skids grinned devilishly. "Yeah but would they feel better? Aid's so straight and narrow I bet he'd put em in stasis lock from boredom!" 

"Now Perceptor on the other hand..." Swerve tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Bookish type, but you know there's a passionate scientist in there waiting to experiment. Think he'd go slow and methodical, really take his time 'exploring the specimen'." 

"his thirst for organic sciences might overpower his good sense," Rewind remarks. 

“optimus prime, Prowl and bumblebee ” Chromedome interjects with his own inquiries. 

Swerve pretended to wipe away exhaust fumes. "Primus help me, this is gonna be good... Optimus Prime is obviously Mister Morality himself, but you know he's got a secret wild side under all that virtue signalling. Just imagine how freaky he could get with some alien nookie!" 

The bar erupted in incredulous, drunken laughter and cheers. Swerve grinned impishly. 

"As for Prowl, I'm telling you that stick up his tailpipe is begging to come out and play. One roll in the berth with a naughty fleshy and he'd loosen up reeeal nice!" 

"And Bee? He's a sweet kid, but you know what they say, it's always the quiet ones! Between his cute lil' face and that tight chassis, he'd have the human lining up to frag that glitch right into stasis!" 

The bar absolutely lost it, bots falling over each other in drunken hysterics. Even Mirage was struggling not to fall off his chair. Swerve took an exaggerated bow as his audience howled. 

"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all cycle! Now who's ready for the next round?" More shouts and clanking glasses answered his call. It was shaping up to be the wildest night at Swerve's yet!

 Magnus dropping Megatron's name that really sent them over the edge.

"Megatron?! With the liaison?!" Rodimus howled with laughter, nearly spitting out his drink. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all cycle!" 

But Swerve wasn't done. "Megatron? Now THAT'S an image! 'You pathetic fleshbag, you DARE try to mount the great Megatron?! Grovel before my interface array!'" 

Magnus adds more information which makes everyone surprised " He and the ambassador are rather close" He states

Rewind speaks up from Chromedome’s side. "Y'know... they do have a certain chemistry. I'll bet under all that scowling and chipped armour there's a softie just waitin' for the right tender touch to melt his spark. And they have got sass to spare  bet they could handle Megatron's brooding and snarl!" 

"Twenty shanix says he'd have them trembling and beggin' for mercy in no time flat!" Skids bet eagerly. 

"You're on!" crowed Riptide. "But I still think Perceptor's the real dark horse..."

[bits-and-babs]

could i be cheeky and ask for some more mandalorian 👀 preferably touch starved din

✦ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 2: TOUCH STARVED

din djarin x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he's finally reaching his limit.

cw: f!reader, needy din, slightly ooc din to fit the theme, begging, oral (m receiving), cumming early, reference to f oral.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 3: PHONE SEX ⇾

Even a kriffing Miraluka, blind as they are, could see how badly Mando desperately wanted you to touch him. The sheer yearning that rolled from The Mandalorian in waves was enough to shift the midichlorians themselves, the fibres of the galaxy trembling whenever you were near him.

Weeks trapped inside the Crest with Mando, far too preoccupied with the tiny green gremlin to pay attention to his needs had taken its toll on the warrior's mentality. Grogu had been pulling at wires, leaving the ship static in dead space and even managed to find a button that sucked the oxygen from the hangar, resulting in a frantic struggle to restore O-Levels to baseline before your lungs shrivelled. A menace to the galaxy, you’d spent more time with your eyes glued to the tiny, green hazard than you had sleeping. 

In turn, Mando was practically trembling with need. He’d let out a shaky sigh every time you sat beside him in the passenger seat, voice-strain evident even with the crackle of the vocoder doing its best to conceal the distress that dripped from each singular-syllable response to your questions. 

In deep space with the child finally down in his cot for a much needed sleep, Mando’s leather gloves creak with the grip he tightens around the controls of the Crest. You hear the grains scream under the pressure as you approach, glancing over the map and the coordinates Greef Karga had offered in Mando’s search for the bounty. It’s cruel, barbaric almost, but you swear you can’t see the digits, numbers far too small for you to see from this close… So you place your palm on Mando’s shoulder, leaning over him in an attempt to get a better view. 

You'd never admit it, but the way you somehow managed to touch him between the Beskar plates of his armour was completely intentional. It was a guilty pleasure, seeing the stoic bounty hunter crumble simply from the pressure of your fingers. His chest heaves, each muscle in his body stiffening under the weight of your fingers. 

Regardless of how heavy the Mandalorian’s stare was, his eyes burning into your skin from behind the tinted visor, you refuse to advance without his request. You pretend not to notice, mouthing the digits of the coordinates to yourself, squinting as though you were unable to see.

It had been weeks of this Loth Cat and Womp Rat game, and poor Mando seems to be reaching the end of his tether.

You finally feel his respove snap when you settle your hand on the nape of his neck, leaning further over his shoulder to ‘check the fuel levels of the Crest was enough to make the journey’. Your fingertips brush the bare skin between the neck of his flight-suit and the edge of his chrome helmet, and Mando nearly doubles over like he's in pain. He chokes out, and you can tell he's already hard, his cock straining against his flight suit.

"Please, please fucking touch me,” Mando’s voice sounds utterly pathetic, a far cry from the vicious warrior that blasted through whole packs of assassin droids.”I can't take it anymore, I ca-ahaaa-" he can't swallow the moan that bleeds through the vocoder when you palm his cock though his suit. You can feel the hard curve of his cock twitch against your palm, even though the thick fabric. A rough squeeze sends Mando’s head rocking back against the seat with a quiet, metallic thunk. 

“It feels like you’ve missed me,” you murmur quietly, feeling his hips jerk against your touch when your voice reaches his ears. Prickling arousal bleeds across your skin at how reactive he is, the usually stoic figure shaking himself apart under your touch.

“M–Missed you so much,” he admits, and you’re almost certain you hear the strain of his teeth from grinding them together, “Hah– Need to feel you on me, nee-d to be in you.”

Offering a soft hum of acknowledgement to his suffering, you spin his seat around slowly. His head seems loose on his shoulders, unable to hold it upright when he sees you sink to your knees in front of him. You almost feel sorry for him, watching how he frantically scrambles to free his cock for you. 

The first drag of your tongue against the arch of his shaft has Mando panic-stricken, his hands grasping the arms of the seat when his dick throbs heavily against your taste buds. 

“Fuck–” He growls, practically choking on his own voice, “C–Can’t!”

“It’s okay,” you whisper against a pulsing vein beneath his velvety skin, “We can do it again…” 

Pre-cum slips from the ruddy head of his cock at your gentle encouragement, a tortured whine rattling in Mando’s lungs. It’s so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if the sound was bouncing inside the Beskar walls of his helmet. 

Carefully, you trace the tip of your tongue against the salty head of his cock, letting out a sharp breath when Mando takes a tight fistful of your hair. His chest is heaving, barely able to keep from slurring his words when he begs you to take him into your mouth. 

Slackening your jaw, you hum softly as you take just a few inches. Mando, in what seems like a half hearted attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushes his whole body back against the chair while choking out obscene curses. You’re so slow, trying your best not to overwhelm the poor, devastated man– but the flat of your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and the tip nudging the back of your throat is all it takes to obliterate his self control. 

Mando sounds almost winded by the force with which he cums. His balls pull up so tight, the fingers in your hair clenching to the point your follicles scream beneath the grip. Underneath the Beskar armour, every muscle in his body flexes before the cum hits the back of your throat. Spurts of thick, salty seed paint the inside of your mouth, violent jerks of his shaft causing Mando’s head to fall backwards again, whimpering as you swallow down– swallow around him. 

“Hoh-Fuck–! Stars,” he babbles, wheezing out your name while the last of his cum drips from his cockhead. Pulling from him when his thighs finally start to seize from the overstimulation, you lean your head against Mando’s trembling knees and giggle. He looks utterly exhausted, slumped in his seat and chest heaving as he sucks oxygen into his lungs. 

“Your mouth– hah–” he wheezes out a slight laugh, so unlike the reserved Mando you met in a bar on Corellia. You’d stopped the child from running off into the crowd, and somehow found yourself with the role of babysitting him while following the bounty hunter on his adventures. “It’s so good…”

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement, smiling to yourself at the memory of meeting the apathetic, almost grumpy chrome-man as you brush your palm across his thigh and closing your eyes to sweeten the deal, “So is yours. Put it to use and taste me?” You hear the tnk of his helmet touching the ground soon after.

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[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 13

Ratchet found the prize Barricade kept in a jar at his berthside macabre but he did not tell him to dispose of the pickled spike. Keeping his spirits up as he suffered setbacks and made small strides in his delicate recovering. He could not fuel by the mouth due to the extensive damage to his fuel and waste systems, first from the rapes and then from the infections and got his nutrients through a port on his abdomen. Ricochet did not think he could suffer a fraction what Barricade had experience and maintain his humour. Barricade was irreverent, about himself, about everything. You would not have thought he had been not just raped but tortured and nearly killed if he was not trapped in a medberth. Prowl told Jazz that Barricade had memory purges but he was not ready to talk about them and might never be, at least not with Prowl. Everyone knew by this point Barricade had intentionally kept Lockdown’s attention on him to protect his cousin. Protecting Prowl from the memory purges sounded like something Barricade would do. The bitties Prowl had just given emergence to were at least a good distraction.

“Lookin’ restless, Cade,” Ricochet teased, mostly because it was true.

“I finally got to walk this mega-cycle,” Barricade told him. “For all of fifteen steps.”

“‘N yer ready to run,” Ricochet declared because that was who Barricade was. He did not walk when he could run. He was a wildfire. There was a bandage over his left well. It looked like Ratchet had installed a new nozzle. Whether it would function as it was meant to, like with all Barricade repairs, that remained to be seen.

“I’m bored out of my processor,” Barricade replied. “Get to see if Ratchet’s last repair did the trick and if I’m ever going to be able to eat again.”

“Ever?” Ricochet asked. “Don’t give up too quick.”

“It’s not giving up,” Barricade replied. “I’m tired of repairs and waiting for repairs to integrate. I’m ready to get on with my life. If my life is fuelling through a port, that’s fine. There are worst things.”

The room was crowded as they all, save for the bitlets, ate chrome alloy pie from Maccadam’s the meal Barricade had requested when he had been given the go ahead to actually eat. Technically, the first thing he ate was the rocket fuel energon Prowl survived on if someone else did not arrange proper fuel. Fuelling had been the last big hurdle, and despite all the setbacks, he had made it across the finish like. The next step going home. Home now was with Jazz and Prowl. The guest room had been made up for him. With Ori sticking around for a bit, what with the new grandbitties, Ricochet took the couch because there was no way he was letting Ori take it. It would be a full hab. The bitties were with Jazz and Prowl in their berthroom. This shared hab thing had an expiry date on it but that was okay. Ricochet would enjoy it for the time being. He liked the chaos.

“Hey Rico?” Barricade was in the doorway. Everyone else was in recharge. It had only been a couple of orns since he had been home and everyone was happier for it. He looked perfect. The welds were hidden by his armour. Looking at him, you would never know he had needed a partial frame rebuild. There was mischief in his optics.

“Yeah?” Ricochet replied. “Need anythin’?”

“Wanna take it for a test drive?” Barricade asked, with a sweeping gesture of his array. Ricochet choked.

“Cade!” He exclaimed. “Primus.”

“Everything works,” Barricade assured him. “I’ve been practising.”

“Are ya tryin’ to kill me?” Ricochet asked. “Ori’d throttle me.”

“For taking what I’m offering?” Barricade asked. “I’m not interested in being a nun.”

“I woulda thought ya was scared off Alphas,” Ricochet replied.

“Can’t say I’ve had many,” Barricade admitted. “Most jumped into berth with other Betas. But I met a few good Alphas, like you..”

“Prowl might kill me. Jazz might kill me,” Ricochet said. He looked at Barricade. If he let his spike do the thinking, the choice would be easy. “Scratch that, Prowl would definitely kill me.”

“Don’t worry, Rico,” Barricade teased. “I can protect you from my cousin.”

***

Barricade worried he had misinterpreted Ricochet’s banter. He did not want to pressure the Alpha into anything and maybe he had already taken it too far. Though he was not well known within the Autobots, it was not exactly a secret that Lockdown had practically raped him to death either. Maybe they would not know him by designation but many would be able to do the math. Was everyone going to treat him like he was made a glass? Would they assume he would have no interest in interface or that he needed protection from his own desires due to the trauma? Would they assume he did not know what he wanted? Proving himself, proving his strength to Alphas had been par for the course in Barricade’s life but for some reason having to prove it now was just extra exhausting. Ricochet got up from the couch and Barricade hiked back up his doorwings. It seemed like they showed his mood more than ever, even though they had been fully repaired. Barricade count it easier to blame their cant on that then to acknowledge any inner turmoil.

“Don’t push yerself, Cade,” Ricochet scolded him as he guided him from the doorway. Barricade spark skipped a pulse as the door closed.

“I’m not,” he argued.

“Ya sure?” Ricochet asked.

“Yes,” Barricade growled. “I’m not glass, Ricochet. I’m not marble. I feel. I want you to help me feel more.”

“Ya can change you processor any time,” Ricochet told him. “Got it.”

“Yes,” Barricade said. “I got it.”

Ricochet kissed him, a simple kiss. Barricade cupped Ricochet’s face and kissed him hard. It unleashed something from Ricochet. He plucked Barricade’s armour from him and cupped his left well, kneading it with strong, calloused digits. Already, the Beta’s valve was wet and getting wetter. It had all the sensation it was meant to, all the proper triggers. His back was up against the wall as Ricochet kissed his neck and chassis. The Alpha’s servo was between his legs, rubbing the copious lubricants Barricade was producing all over his swelling folds. Barricade clung to his shoulders as sharp bursts of pleasure exploded across his sensory net. It was keener with Ricochet’s digits than it had been with his own. Ricochet fragged him with his digits as Barricade tossed his helm, moaning loudly and his clung to the Alpha.

“Frag me!” Barricade barked the demand as Ricochet knelt between his trembling thighs. The Polyhexian’s face was stained pink from Barricade’s lubricants, his servo up to the wrist was buried in his gushing valve.

“Not yet,” Ricochet told him. “No rushing it, Sweetspark.”

“Rushing?” Barricade groaned.

He held Ricochet’s helm to his arrange as the Alpha fragged his sheath with his glossa. Barricade had already overloaded four times from his new spike. Ricochet cleaned the foaming mess with gusto. Half his arm was buried in the Beta’s valve, two digits popped his inner duct. When Ricochet pulled his servos free with an audible, wet pop, Barricade could almost feel air on his ceiling node, he had been opened so well. He was begging for the Alpha’s spike even as Ricochet’s lined up with his valve. Barricade held Riochet’s shoulders and watched as the Alpha’s impressive girth disappear inside of him. The biolights and nodes on Ricochet’s spike synced to those in Barricade’s valve and it was better, even better than his servo had been.

“Ahh,” Barricade gasped as he saw the Alpha’s spike moving in him, his flat belly bulged with it. Ricochet ran his servo over the Beta’s belly stroking his spike through the taunt sentio-metallico. “Oh frag. Frag.”

“Ya good, Cade?” Ricochet had processor enough to ask.

“Frag yes,” he groaned. He reached and squeezed Ricochet’s aft with his servos. “Don’t fragging stop.”

His peds kicked as his knees were pressed against his shoulders. The hot rush of transfluids seared his internal sensors. Ricochet’s knot crushed his gamma cluster. Barricade’s belly filled with transfluids and lubricants that could not escape. He groaned as Ricochet collapsed against him. It would be a half joor at least before the Alpha’s knot let up enough for him to pull free. Betas just needed more time all together. This Alpha did not snore, using his wells as a pillow though, he rocked his hips, fragging Barricade with his knot, ensuring the Beta’s overload did not stop until it had deflated enough for Ricochet to pull out. Barricade had never had an overload last so long. He whited out twice before it was over. Ricochet broke free of his hold to pull out, he looked Barricade offer, checking for damage.

“I wanna do that again,” Barricade groaned. He touched his valve and found it gaping so well he needed to spread his digits to actually cover it. “Frag. When I can move.”

“At yer service, Sweetspark,” Ricochet teased him.

[sunshinemoonrx]

Thoughts on Spielban?

Spielban is my favourite tokusatsu.

It's important to know this about me.

In a lot of ways Spielban is a combination of everything that was so good about the four seasons of metal hero that preceded it, assembled into Uehara's ultimate power armour space adventure to cap off his tenure on the show before they radically shifted gears to make very different stuff thereafter (sad robots, international ninja...).

That's kind of an oversimplification; there's things those shows have that this doesn't. But it does feel more comfortable than Juspion in having these kind of space adventurer heroes without bits of space sheriff flotsam getting in there, while having that more freeform structure. And it does have an all-star cast: Watari Hiroshi and Morinaga Naomi were standout combined face/stunt leads that stole the show in Sharivan and Shaider respectively--so it says something that when you unite them relative newcomer Sumikawa Makoto is still my favourite of the trio on both fronts. And Soga Machiko as a main villain always elevates a show a full letter grade by itself (I'd even say this is my favourite role of hers).

Going back a sentence there, Diana remains probably my favourite individual tokusatsu hero. She's cool, funny, chaotic, super cute, I wanna dress like that, I wanna be able to do stunts like that, and increasingly as the show goes on it stops being a joke that she really wants to bang Spielban's sister. I think it is interesting how she was apparently a response to the popularity of Annie from Shaider and people wanting her to get a suit; well now we've got another show with Annie's actress, but we're giving her a different role that's much heavier on melodrama than action proportionally (which is entirely fair enough, giving the more experienced actor more to chew on), while casting the other leading lady as the one who's essentially Annie 2: 200% Cheekier Edition.

And my god, full-on star-crossed yuri between the two main heroines running right the way through the show. I'm even reasonably sure after Shaider that Uehara knew he was doing it. You spoil me, Spielban.

Well, except when that one annoying dipshit scientist side character is on-screen. It's like they were trying to recreate that buddy character who hangs around with all the space sheriffs, except what if he was completely lacking in charm or likeability? He's not like, "shonen anime comic relief pervert who should be in jail" level bad, but he's obnoxiously loud enough about going "uwaaaaaaah a pretty girllllll" whenever he's around that I feel irresponsible recommending people the show without mentioning it. Still, they seem to have realised it wasn't working and written him out unceremoniously--although hilariously his younger siblings still continue to appear as the heroes' designated kid friends with nary a mention of their big brother, presumably after he was taken out back and shot.

Anyway, everything else is pure melodrama pulp adventure gold. I may love a good episodic monster fighting show, but it's always cool to see more serialised shows from this era, and the story never loses momentum here. The 80s Toei space fashion is in full force (what the hell is emperor guillotine wearing) (positive), the suits are perfected versions of this aesthetic with lots of chrome and fun light-up eyes and everything, sometimes Spielban does a jousting version of his cool laser sword finisher from his motorbike, and everything in the show has a great insert song.

I guess I've got more horny on main as I've got older so the Certified Hot Babe moments I used to regard as kind of unnecessary I mostly now just think are fun; and I won't say Spielban rolling around in tight shiny leather constitutes "equality" for the amount of Diana's and other gals' legs we see (although come to it, she /should/ have taught him the Hip Press. Step 1 to lightening up), but it is there and Watari is very pretty; he really bloomed since Sharivan.

I dunno what else to say. They improved on the x-wing. They improved on the lightsaber (beating phantom menace to the double-bladed punch by over a decade). They improved on the Big Spaceship Gun from Shaider. I genuinely don't know if this show is as good if you haven't seen a couple of the previous seasons it's building on, but it remains my #1.

[sims-tec]

The (retroactively dubbed) MK1 power armor was designed for the Thunder Warriors, based on the suits worn by Techno Barbarians they fought against. It provided basic protection and augmented their upper body strength, but the lower body was unpowered. Given the Emperor intended to do away with the Thunder Warriors, it seems like this 'flaw' was intentional. And given how said Thunder Warriors made Space Marines look like standard humans in comparison, it likely didn't affect combat performance. There's a distinct lack of life support systems typically found on later models, but that's understandable given they fought on Terra. There's not much use for the suits outside of ceremonial practices conducted by chapters lucky enough to have them, but it's still power armor, so be warned. The suit has no morphs, is unisex, teen to elder, everyday, formal, sleep, athletic, swim, outdoor, career, and maternity, and requires into the future. Big shout out to michaelstuartdoggett for creating and providing the model. The patterns include the original 18 space marine legions, a pattern with the Raptor Imperalis, Sons of Horus, War Hounds, Brotherhood of Steel with rank markings, and Caesar's Legion. Please enjoy!

Creator: https://sketchfab.com/michaelstuartdoggett

Model: https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/mark-one-thunder-warrior-armour-946f04107dc04076803e3fe5f4ae20da

Google Chrome: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JYCa6kHjtQbfKFs9J8tq-BvTiWjAImbP/view?usp=sharing

SimFileShare: https://simfileshare.net/filedetails/5167423/

ShareMods:

[yokaijuyusha]

Minermon Level- Child     Type- Machine

They work diligently in the Digicoin Mines, earning their stakes through use of their 'Bit-Axe' to unearth valuable minerals and utilising almost unrivaled appraisal skills to value and sell them in the World Wide Market.

Miner Mash- Swings its Bit-axe wildly, damaging anything in its way

Ore Deposit- Plants explosive ore on the target then detonates it

Diggermon Level- Adult     Type- Machine

Its powerful arms can break diamond with a single 'Carbon Compactor' punch, and the Chrome Digizoid drills on the reverse side of its arms allow it to tunnel through even the hardest earth with 'Gold Rush'.

Gold Rush- Charges forwards with its arms reversed, attacking with its elbow drills

Carbon Compactor- Punches with enough strength to break diamonds

Miner-layer- Spits explosive deposits across the battlefield

Excamon Level- Perfect/Ultimate     Type- Machine

It has refined its digging power to phenomenal heights, and can now bulldoze through mountains with ease using 'DestroDozer'. Its new ability 'Scarfoon' allows it to draw enemies close and shred them by spinning its metal scarf.

DestroDozer- Pairs its arm shovels and charges forwards

Scarfoon- Spins the gyroscope around its neck, creating a powerful vacuum and cutting enemiesKiller Construction- Molds the earth around it to attack

GigaExcamon Level- Ultimate/Mega     Type- Machine

A titanic Digimon whose armour is near indestructible. The Wrecking Ball on its tail allows it to perform its huanglong-breaking 'Goliath Wrecker' technique, following up with a terrifyingly fast 'Steel Avalanche' charge.

Goliath Wrecker- Swings the gigantic mace on its tail with enough force to destroy Huanglong Ore

Steel Avalanche- Rushes forwards, smashing through any obstacle

Gyropunch- Spins the drill on its chest and sends it slamming forwards, creating a powerful blast of airSilt Salvo- Launches missiles from its shoulders that create structures of rock where they land

[shienn-sao-rean]

My drifter profile

Birth Name: Shienn Sao-Rean

Titles: Drifter, Stardust, Brother, Space trauma

Nicknames: Eagle, Shi, Babe (thx to Quincy), Hey you redhead freak!

Sex/Gender: Male, but he is... explorative.

Birth World: Earth, Kyoto

Home World: Earth

Current Residence: Höllvania

Birthday: 8 May

Height: 195 cm

Weight: 92

Eye Shape and Colour: Deep set, chrome diopside or grass green, not emerald, warm shades with radioactive-like glowing.

Skin Texture and Colour: freckled, even if it is practically invisible, black, but his face features are more close to half-Japanese, half-Italian. Thin, unlike his father, most of his weight is bones. A lot of scars, but thank gods, most of the scars from Duviri did not survive constant time looping. However, he has a lot of scars from New War, cross chest by archon Amar, two bites from Nira, left forearm and hip. A lot of cuts and scratches from survival around Ostron colonies. Also have some small tattoos, mostly words, names.

Hairstyle and Colour: Shaved sides, Carrot-like orange with intensive greying, almost always braided.

Style/Fashion: 

casual wear:

Natural fabric, not super tight, not too loose, he gladly adopted 1999 fashion, mostly in gothic style. Black and green, as his signature. Has troubles with all clothes that are too tight around the neck, so he cut collars off all his T-shirts and never zips up a hoodie or jacket all the way.

battle fit: Classic Dax armour + Dax syandana + Feldune waist + some attachments like Protovyre and Riv.

Age: He was 15 when Zariman got stuck, he never counted ever since, but looks somewhat around 35-40.

Personality Traits: Diplomatic, honest to the point of bluntness, reckless (but usually it pays off), flirty literally with everyone, probably completely insane (like Cpt. Murdock from the A-Team remake 2010), often behaves like a clown who amuses everyone while being completely broken inside, because he is really space-trauma, protective and caring in his special way, ex - drug and alcohol addict (now clean for 1,5 years), still a sex-addict, tho. Gambler, local cuisine enjoyer, superb at survival.

Likes: fresh fish with rice and soy sauce, good tea, smoking, cooking, his co-drifter, Aidan (his partner since Zariman), Komi, Teshin, silk, Quincy, music, dancing, especially traditional with fans.

Dislikes: prejudice, orokin in general, Ballas personally, hunger, stupid people, manipulations.

Pet Peeves: Texture of Zariman food. And some foods still, like any fat outside bacon.

Habits: Smoking is one of the obvious. He also starts humming or even singing when listening to a song he likes. If he is comfortable enough, he's dancing, but mostly if no one sees him.

Morals: Very ethically ambiguous. Can kill someone if they behave like shit, because this is the easiest solution. Can steal, but not from those who are also in need. Long story short - "Eat the rich" can be his motto. But he never refuses to help for the people who need it. Vengeful, will gladly participate in orokin genocide if the possibility presents itself, especially for all this shit that Orokin ever did to Dax or people like his mum.

Phobias: seeing people he loves die or get hurt, spiders, creatures and seaweed in the water that suddenly touch him while he swims.

Pros: Protective, funny, generally loving person with huge amount of patience. Really awesome cook, food is one of his love languages. He really knows a lot about the Japanese traditions of his time, a lot of stories. Knows how to calm, comfort people.

Cons: ex-addict who could relapse at any moment of critical mental instability. Hard to be shaken off. If someone reaches his boiling point (which is hard) speaks his mind with no concern about reaction or feelings, especially to someone he cares about. From time to time too direct, rude even. Swears a lot. Really a lot. In multiple languages, often at the same time. Now in a few more!

Personal Glories: don't tell Arthur right away on which exact axis he spins all of his threats, and that he sleeps with someone who behaves exactly like Arthur. And he knows very well how to make Arthur's life miserable with one sentence in front of Quincy and Amir. Because he noticed all "things" in Arthur's behaviour from the first look.

Personal Trauma: Survivor's guilt. Loss of a twin brother because of a stupid argument.

Powers: Operator void stuff that he keeps forgetting about, time-looping, attempt of using void tongue filling words with power. So far - so good. Specific Dax ways of using the inner energy. (Some witchcraft, if you'd like I can share my Dax head canon.)

Abilities: Melee, mostly Teshin's daishō + Dax armour require special training to effectively wear it, not the worst bowman and shooter, but prefers good ol' sword fight. Void stuff, time-stuff, some traditional Dax witchcraft.

Weapons: Sun and Moon, Sirocco, Nataruk.

Combat Affinity: From flexibility to classic Unairu endurance. Recklessness, inclined to protect others before himself.

Warframes of choice: Kullervo, Cyte-09, Koumei, Mirage Prime, Dagath, Baruuk Prime.

Social Skills: Friendly, but from time to time too flirty. Struggles with understanding some concepts like grief. He cannot process grief, doesn't show "proper emotions" and people think that he is a heartless jerk. His only one coping mechanism before he saw Quincy the first time was drugs and alcohol.

~Relationships~

Lovers: Aidan Hirayoshi, Fenris (his fellow drifters now), Quincy, Amir.

Family:

Parents: Rissa Rean and Hondo Sao, Rissa was a geiko, Hondo - a descendant of noble Dax family. (So, posh)

Grandparents (known and remembered well): Sheina Rean (yes, he was named after her, granny from mum's side), Katsui Sao (father's father)

Twin brother, Satori (yes, it's also not a real name.)

Eimhear, Aidan's sister, who is also like a sister to Shienn.

Kahl and the guys are super close friends.

Friends:

Aoi: He understands her deeply, especially since he realized about their relationships with Arthur. (He wanted to punch His Maj in the face for it, but Quincy was first.) They share tea and music.

Eleanor: She reminds him of one man, from a long forgotten story. Theatrical, deep, fragile. He cherishes her, and makes her feel seen.

Lettie: One of his favourites, really. They became friends super fast. They often speak about death and scare everyone around.

Arthur: He reminds Shienn of Aidan, so they became friends quickly. And now they constantly share some recipes and other cooking stuff as well as sword fight. By brute force - Arthur wins, but technique... This is Shienn field of expertise after all this Teshin's and Umbra's lessons.

Amir and Quincy: For Shienn it was from first look with Quincy, but Amir was close nonetheless. He understood that he can't choose, they both are absolutely his type, even since they are like a cat and a dog. So, he decided to tell Quincy first-hand that he is polyamorous, and he also likes Amir. Surprisingly, Quincy agreed. So, they have their triple cuddles now, and when they come to Shienn and Aidan's old camp, they have even more cuddles. Quincy seemingly has no interest in Aidan and Fenris, but Amir is still a wildcard.

Teshin: Deep trust, even deeper respect. He is a mentor Shienn was supposed to have one day on his Dax way, but never had. One day, Shienn will bring his new partners to Teshin.

Operator: They are like two sides of one coin. Operator Shienn is deep in his healthy way of life, meditations, training, very serious with his Unairu way, General of the Steel Meridian and clan leader. Drifter Shienn is a complete opposite. But in the roots - they are both the same, family-guys, willing to do everything to save their little world.

Ordis: His Ordis reclaimed his Ordan part, and now they are a system. And both Shienns spend a lot of time with both Ordis and Ordan.

Loid: Shienn really wishes him a better husband.

Theme Song: I have a whole playlist!

What voice I imagine him having: the only person who comes to mind is Liam Neeson.

Biography: For his bio I really need to explain our whole headcanon, so, I'll save it for separate post. Tbh, it's simply too much.

Other notes: strictly homosexual, has no physical attraction to women, but this rule didn't affect intersexual Fenris, who looks like a man, but has a vulva. Highly probable that he is AuDHD, but who cares about such things as a diagnosis in the future and especially in a super strict Dax family?

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Character sheet courtesy of @ashandshy https://www.tumblr.com/ashandshy/772406073411960833/drifter-character-sheets-of-2025

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2014.

Robert Rental Mental Corrections

Dalek “Abandoned Language”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Apport Birds”

aTelecine “Armour (Cut)”

A-Frames, The “Black Forest”

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement “Black Magic Originated In Nature”

Cleanteeth “Pushing Rope”

Rubberoom “Bleach”

Unsane “Body Bomb”

Cabaret Voltaire “Crackdown”

Wild Nothing “A Dancing Shell”

Serengeti “Directions”

Thomas Lear & Robert Rental The Bridge

XXYYXX “DMT”

Tying Tiffany “Drownin’”

Leather Nun “Ensam I Natt”

George Duke “Feel”

Tony Hymas “Final Inspection”

Killing Joke “Goodbye To The Village”

Curve “Horror Head”

Rustie “Hyperthrust”

End Of The Year / Self Defense Family “It’s Not Good For The Man To Be Alone”

Bikini Kill “Jigsaw Youth”

Tunnel Canary “Jihad”

Professionals, The “Join The Professionals”

Sleaford Mods “Jolly Fucker”

Cabaret Voltaire “Just Fascination”

Chi-N.Y. Network “Keep The Fame”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Kinski Assassin”

Fantome “Love”

Nite Jewel “Lover”

Minks “Margot”

Neon Indian “Mind, Drips”

Sleaford Mods “My Jampandy”

Grimes “Oblivion”

Young Galaxy “Pretty Boy”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Round And Round”

Chrome Sparks “Send The Pain On”

Leapling “Seventeen”

Teen Daze “Shine On, You Crazy White Cap”

Zombi “Shrunken Heads”

Black Dice “Smiling Off” (DFA RMX)

Rubberoom “Style Wars”

DIIV “Wait”

Teen Daze “Waves”

General Lee & The Space Army Band “We Did It Baby (Pt. 1 & Pt. 2)”

Phil Western “We Have Come To Bless This House”

Severed Heads “We Have Come To Bless This House”

Xray Eyeballs “X”

Death Grips “5D”

Rory St. John “Astroakoustic One-Three”

Cloudface “Summer”

Ramleh “Elite Gymnastics track B4”

Fancy Books “Sponge Boy”

Duran Duran Duran Over Hard

Perfect Pussy “Big Stars”

Ringo Deathstarr “Two Girls”

Westerbur & Rowe “Side C”

Odd Future “Bitches”

M83 “Skin Of The Night”

Dangerous Birds “Smile On Your Face”

Au Revoir Simone “More Than”

Petticoats “Normal”

Joanna Newsom “Sadie”

Parquet Courts “Borrowed Time”

Slugabed “Sex” (Daedelus RMX)

Cleanteeth “Shitbreather”

Courtney Love Uncrushworthy

Japanther “Cable Babies”

Noh Mercy “Caucasian Guilt”

Visible Targets “Mechanical Man”

Michael Pipes “You Got Stopped”

Chromatics “Looking For Love”

Small Black Moon Killer Mixtape

Ringo Deathstarr “Summertime”

Au Revoir Simone “Let The Night Win”

Swervedriver “You’ll Find It Everywhere”

Empress Of “Don’t Tell Me”

No Joy “Hare Tarot Lies”

Xiu Xiu “Hi”

Muslimgauze “Hamas Cinema Gaza Strip”

White Arrows “Fireworks Of The Sea”

Naomi Punk “Fleeing Is Believing”

Slum Village “The Look Of Love”

Purity Ring “Grandloves”

Parquet Courts “He’s Seeing Paths”

Desire “Under Your Spell”

Japanther “Critical”

Starkey “Villagers”

Now Now “Wolf”

Pharmakon “Xia Xinfeng”

Mass Production “Slow Bump”

Atari Teenage Riot “Modern Liars”

Late! “Color Pictures Of A Marigold”

Peter Brown “For Your Love”

Black Marble A Different Arrangement

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Schnitzel Boogie”

Purling Hiss “Don’t Even Try It”

Omar Souleyman “Kell Il Banat Inkhatban (All The Girls Are Engaged)“

Cutthroats 9 Dissent

Poly Styrene (as Mari Elliott) “Silly Billy”

L.I.E.S. label Music For Shut-Ins

Jonwayne “Dumbo”

Carbonas “September Gurls”

Predator “Honest Man”

Panda Riot “Golden Age”

Whirr “Mumble”

Run The Jewels “Blockbuster Night Pt. 1”

Arca “Thievery”

Night School “These Times”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments “Cyclotron”

Broadcast “Goodbye Girls”

Ariel Pink “Put Your Number In My Phone”

Ninos Du Brasil “Pandiero Sinchinsa”

NeruvianDOOM “Disastrous”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments “Please Hear My Plea”

Future “Coupe”

Suicideyear “Hope Building A”

Hussy, The “EZ-PZ”

Carbonas “Frothing At The Mouth”

Night School “Birthday”

Krewe Of 77 “Three’s A Crowd”

Ekoplekz “Robert Rental”

SNTZXSNTZ “Boundless”

Wara From The NBHD “Squeal (Peel Off)”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Fright Night (Never More)”

Mono/Poly “Alpha & Omega”

Casket Girls, The “Chemical Dizzy”

Bug, The “Void”

Suicideyear “Rememberance”

Standish / Carlyon “2 5 1 1”

Clark “Herr Bar”

Vereker “Rosite”

Pond “Leisure Pony”

Ninos Du Brazil “Tuppelo”

Pure X “I Fear What I Feel”

SpaceGhostPurrp “Mystikal Maze”

Dead Voices On Air “Philadelphia Introduction Comedy Routine”

Dual Action “NC-17 Drive In”

Consumer Electronics “Sex Offender Boyfriend”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments ”Turntable Battlefield”

Bug, The “Swarm”

Suicideyear “I Don’t Care About Death Because I Smoke”

Travis Porter “Do A Trick” (Suicideyear RMX)

Fatima Al Qadiri “Star-Spangled”

Standish / Carlyon “Industrial Resort”

Ninos Du Brasil “Rebanho Espetacular”

Lussuria “Mondo Narcotico”

Factory Floor “How You Say” (Helena Hauff RMX)

Function & Vatican Shadow Games Have Rules

Giorgio Moroder “Giorgio’s Theme”

Vereker “Disconnect”

Axxa/Abraxas “Waiting Daze”

Lussuria “Keys To Unlock Paradise (Roman Showers)”

[highwayking]

Have not been on here nearly as much as I used to-outside of my job I've been working very hard on my next cosplay build: Electra from starlight express

This is the most complex costume I've ever made, but I'm very pleased with what I have so far!

Still have a lot of ways left to go! But it's been extremely rewarding seeing things piece together so nicely

Write-up and WIP photos under cut

The very first thing I started with this costume was the bodysuit, it is the foundation that everything will sit upon so it should be out of the way first, and it would be easier to pattern my armour once I know how it will sit in relation to the rest of the costume

I also knew I would be wearing this to a convention and would want to have easy access for the washroom, so I actually turned a full bodysuit pattern into separate leggings and a leotard with a snap crotch closure

Did the leggings first-at first I wanted to be as accurate as possible with a silver chrome foil HTV that I cut on my Cricut machine with the circuit pattern cut out- but I found out after ironing that despite there being all these spaces between the squares that the fabric did not stretch enough to be able to fit(I had made mock-ups for my clothing pieces and those did fit correctly)

Red sections of clothing is turned edge applique done with water soluble stabilizer so it could stretch after throwing it in the wash

So after that didn't pan out I switched to a stretch HTV, just using the same design files, and widened the legs a bit, it helped a bit but the HTV not only did not stretch enough, but does not like the lycra I was using and in areas with the most stretch the squares were peeling and in some places even falling off

At this point I had spent almost an entire month on just my leggings-clearly I had to try something else because the HTV was just not going to work

I got jacquard lumiere fabric paint in silver-it's okay if I could go back I'd probably just have gotten angelus leather paint I find it has much nicer stretch and softer feel

I also widened the spaces between my squares to give them a little more stretch, and cut just a full grid of adhesive vinyl to use as a stencil and kept the wider pants pattern from my second pair

I did have to mask off the circuit pattern this way but it came out very nicely and finally had a method that gave me a wearable garment

So I moved onto my leotard next with significantly less headaches- though my arms did not stretch enough after being painted but that was easily remedied with a gusset on the underarm

Collar is interfaced with flexfoam

Since my thigh armour will attach to the belt that was next, honestly pretty easy, mostly rectangles, used real studs and then permanent vinyl for the red and silver bits

Couplers are flexfoam inside a tube of silver pleather, physical belting straps is a thick interfacing covered with the same silver, had to use grommets for the belt holes because it was very frayed when I punched them open

Tumblr mobile won't let me add more than 10 photos on mobile but for my helmet I duct tape patterned my head and then used 2mm foam covered in worbla, used wood filler and sanded that as much as I could, then covered in a few layers of flexbond and then wet sanded that

Painted with automotive paint to get those little silver flecks, and then painted the colour blocks and covered them with glitter

Still have to add the stripes and chinstrap, and going to be using magnet snaps to attach the Mohawk to the helmet

That's essentially what I have so far!

I 3D modeled the little arrow thing that goes on the front of the belt and elbows, my brother's going to 3D print them for me 🤭

Started foam patterning this week, my original goal was to have this done by November 7th(leaving for the con I'm taking them to) but again-i did have almost an entire month of setbacks so I'm going to try to not take it too hard if I don't

[petrolstationflowers]

New Simfornia Republic Army not for you? Why not try the Brotherhood of Simtanium instead, a Sims 3 flavoured version of Fallout: New Vegas' Brotherhood of Steel!

This is available from YA - Elder and can be joined via the Science Lab. You will start out in a general branch, which then splits at the Level 5 promotion point, where you can choose either the Paladin or Scribe branch.

No opportunities, uniforms, or books, and no carpool, so make sure to send your sims to work manually!

Please note if you want to use this, you must have Nraas Careers installed for it to show up!

Each branch has custom tones and skills, which I will list under the cut:

Base branch, levels 1 - 5:

Tones:

Tinker With Spare Parts (Inventing): There’s always scraps lying around. Why not see what you can come up with?

Catalogue Findings (Future Tech): Gadgets and gizmos are forever being dug out of the sand and brought back to base, and it’s very important to know how it works, what it does, and most importantly, how to turn it on.

Repair Equipment (Handiness): Yes, your job is to haul back technology, but you also need to keep order. Make sure your weapons and gear are all up to date.

Levels:

Aspirant - 10 simoleans p/h, 10:00 - 16:00, M-F

Description: Life isn’t the most fun in the wastes. Most of your days can be spent harvesting the least mutated tatos from the community gardens or sweeping giant cockroaches out from your house. On the weekends, you like to poke around the junkyard for something interesting to take apart, and that might be just what the Brotherhood of Simtanium is looking for…

Initiate - 30 simoleans p/h, 08:00 - 17:00, M-F

Description: Who knew that turning up at the local chapter’s bunker and refusing to leave would net you a job? You’re only training at the moment, but you’re one step closer to where you want to be, even if your daily routine consists of patrols of the town square and brewing coffee.

Squire - 37 simoleans p/h, 08:00 - 17:00, M-F

Description: It might only be a baby step, but it’s a step up nonetheless. You’ve been assigned to squire for one of the knights, which isn’t as romantic as the stories make it sound. You’ll need to get good at cleaning weapons, polishing Power Armour, all the while studying to make sure you’ll actually qualify for the knights when the time comes. Best get studying.

Knight - 45 simoleans p/h - 08:00 - 18:00, M-F

Description: Finally, a knight in gloriously chrome armour! Though you’ll be seeing some combat, what you’ll mostly be doing is making weapons for the troops and repairing the ones they break. You’ll need a steady hand and a little imagination before they’ll let you get your hands on the fun toys.

Journeyman Knight - 55 simoleans p/h - 08:00 - 18:00, M-F

Description: You’re finally taking your first tentative steps into the field, taking on more dangerous patrols and venturing further out in search of more interesting gadgets and gizmos. Still, at least the long walks give you time to think, because you’ll soon need to specialise – choose wisely!

Paladin branch:

Tones:

Attend Combat Training (Athletic): Your instructors run various workshops on different combat styles; keep yourself sharp by turning up every once in a while.

Maintain Gear (Handiness): It’s a harsh wasteland out there and a jammed gun or rusted chestplate could mean the end of you. Make sure your gear works properly before setting out!

Practise with Energy Weapons (Laser Rhythm-a-con): A strictly classified gun, known only as the laser harp to avoid civilian panic. You’ll need to perfect your “harp playing.”

Levels:

Paladin - 64 simoleans p/h, 09:00 - 19:00, S,U,W,T

Description: A Paladin is the Brotherhood of Simtanium’s shining star, someone civilians look up to and kids want to be when they grow up. Now that you’re done with your training you’ll finally be taught how to use Power Armour, and more importantly, the laser harp! Uh, rifle. Definitely a rifle.

Star Paladin - 85 simoleans p/h, 09:00 - 16:00, S,U,W,T

Description: Now you’re actually a big deal, and the higher ups are content to let you out alone and actually argue with them when you’re given a stupid assignment. Sure, it’s a little boring guarding Simberty Prime or casing warehouses in Lunar Lakes, but it sure beats making parts on a factory line!

Senior Paladin - 100 simoleans p/h, 10:00 - 17:00, S,U,W,T

Description: You’ve impressed your superiors enough to rise beyond the rank of Star; you’re shooting for the moon, maybe the whole universe! Keep working at it and you’ll be in line for Head Paladin soon enough; that is, if you’re up to the challenge.

Head Paladin - 150 simoleans p/h, 10:00 - 17:00, S,U,W,T

Description: You’re top of the food chain – at least, in the Paladin chapter. You’re in charge of the green recruits, making sure their training is up to scratch and who is to follow in your footsteps. You’ll need patience, and a lot of it.

Elder - 250 simoleans p/h, 11:00 - 18:00, M,W,F

Description: You finally get to have a say in how your local chapter is run; whether they like it or not, the Brotherhood of Simtanium has to answer to you. Be sure to wield your new power wisely, because while you might be a brotherhood, your rivals won’t care about family.

Scribe branch:

Tones:

Transcribe Manuals (Writing): What’s better than finding a shiny new piece of tech? Finding the manuals that come with it. Copy them up for posterity and ensure they don’t get lost to time.

Analyse Findings (Science): The knights drop reports off and it’s your job to try and work out what they say. Read the notes, pull out the facts, and put together a hypothesis as to whether you’ve found a microwave or a time machine.

Preserve Art (Painting): Entertainment is sparse in the wasteland; art from the old world is something to keep safe. Painstakingly restore, preserve, and replicate anything from ancient comics to portraits of royalty; all of it is valuable.

Levels:

Scribe Initiate - 40 simoleans p/h - 09:00 - 18:00 - M-F

Description: The path of scribe is one of blistered, ink-stained fingers, and eyestrain; truly, you’d need to be dedicated to make this the rest of your life. Shadow your coworkers and decide if this is truly what you want to do; otherwise, EverFresh Supermarket is always hiring…

Scribe - 50 simoleans p/h - 09:00 - 18:00 - M-F

Description: You’ve chosen your path and donned the robe; welcome to the role of Scribe! Instead of venturing outside, you’ll be tasked with preserving arts and literature of the old world – and yes, that includes Don Lothario’s badly written smut novels.

Senior Scribe - 75 simoleans p/h - 09:00 - 18:00 - M,T,W,U

Description: Less smut, more essays on ancient Shang Simlan plays! You’ve reached the rank of Senior Scribe, tasked with preserving the more delicate works previously thought lost to time. Historical accounts, festival records, political scandals, all must be kept for future generations lest war break out again.

Proctor - 100 simoleans p/h - 10:00 - 18:00 - M,W,F

Description: - Now you finally get to choose what you’re studying; the perfect time to cash in on your niche interests! Whether it’s nectar making manuals from Champs Le Sims or a dedicated archive of every film ever shown at the Wilsonoff Community Theatre, there’s no one to tell you otherwise. Hopefully there won’t be a revolt on your hands.

Head Scribe - 200 simoleans p/h - 10:00 - 18:00 - M,W,F

Description: You’ve mastered Sword, Shield, and Quill, you’ve picked the next Proctors; life is pretty good at the top. There’s a lot of meetings to be had and opinions to be swayed, but you get first dibs on any artefacts that come in and get to build your own private library for a little bit of peace and quiet!

Translations: I've included the English Strings in the file; if anyone is talented enough to translate, I would be incredibly grateful, so please let me know in the comments!

With thanks: To MissyHissy's career building tutorial! and the very kind folks over on MissyHissy's Job Centre Discord server for their patience and help.

[aggravateddurian]

WIP Whenever!

Good evening,

I was tagged by @olath124 and @katsigian to report on recent happenings.

Solo Val, and Durian creates a flowchart

Recently I've begun to delineate the Solo!Val AU from the Netrunner!Val AU. Though they share the same face, they're very different people, the result of varying life experiences.

I even created a flowchart. What other person have you seen is so terminally work-brained that they make flowcharts for their OCs?

These potential timelines have different effects.

The timelines that result in Val and Mel breaking up tend to lead to a short-term Val x Judy relationship that eventually disintegrates as they want different things (Val can't leave the city because of her father and sister, but Judy strongly wants to leave the city, mostly because of the situation around Evelyn). I

Interestingly, the fallout of the Val x Judy arc tends to end with Val eventually getting together with either Chet Reid or Trey.

The different versions of Val have different personalities.

Netrunner!Val

Netrunner!Val is a lot softer as a person. That doesn't mean she's less dangerous, just less inclined towards violence, more agreeable etc. She's more willing to make friends.

In terms of combat style, Netrunner!Val of course uses quickhacks as her primary weapon. As a backup, she carries a pistol. Her combat style can be described as 'combat netrunner,' she doesn't rely on stealth, and she rarely attacks her enemies through deep diving into the NET, almost always acting directly.

Netrunner!Val trusts chrome more, but is wary of corporate influences. She only trusts certain ripperdocs (like Vik) and is very strict about personal net security. Her acquisition of a rare, military grade cyberdeck is probably the most dangerous piece of cyberware she has. She also has a range of defensive and support cyberware to enhance survivability and combat performance.

Solo!Val

Solo!Val is hardened as a person. This has led to Val tending towards being harder to get along with, or get to know, if you don't have a history with her already. She's more inclined to hold grudges and she's more inclined to accept violence as a reasonable solution.

Solo!Val is also very stubborn, leading to a very tense relationship with Susy Q, if Solo!Val heads down the path where she continues to work with the Mox, because she agrees strongly with Judy about the role of the Mox in Night City.

In terms of Solo!Val's combat style, Solo!Val is an assassin. She relies on stealth, underhanded tactics, and fear as her key strategies. Relying on her speed and agility, she uses parkour to get into difficult to reach places, and also uses her Optical Camo and monowire. Where possible, she aims to get in undetected, eliminate her objective or acquire the target, and exfiltrate without anybody even noticing until it's too late.

Solo!Val runs light on chrome. Aside from the usual implants, like a weapon grip, optical implants and a personal link (including the neck shard slots), she only has subdermal armour, the optical camo and monowire. Val's strength, agility and speed are her own, and her lack of cyberware reflects a distrust of cyberware, partly due to her mother's poor health after years of Solo work while heavily chromed.

Things that they share are their strong affinity towards their families, their strong sense of loyalty, their strong belief in justice, even if their ways of getting justice may not be particularly and their determination.

Other Cyberpunk Stuff

Aside from Val's gym pics (and sick gains), I have plans for one more themed set this week. This set was going to be a Solo!Val x Melanie story to introduce a new possible storyline if I ever want to explore that, but when switching Val's body mod, I seem to have broken Melanie's NPV file somehow. I'm investigating that and I'll probably work on it this weekend.

Hopefully, I finally get to building Estella Ocampo-Gonzalez as an NPV. Estella is Val's sister. In the Solo!Val timelines, Estella becomes a netrunner, forming a family duo with Val.

I will be working on my NPVs this weekend, it's the only real time I have to spend on these projects at the moment.

Durian Writes Original Fiction: Queen of the Sky and Rockfall

As many of those who have followed my ramblings on other socials would know, I've got a few original fiction projects, and my real obsession has been Queen of the Sky, set in the Airfleet Universe, my own original universe where airships rule the sky, Earth orbits a smaller star, and the year has 10 months and 304 days (totally not stolen from the Roman calendar lol).

I'm continuing to work through these, and waiting on OFFICIAL CHARACTER ART of some of the key characters of QOTS. Rather than starting with the protagonist, Princess Elysia, I've got the Chancellor of Atlantia (another country) coming out first. Rosalind Myers fans will likely be fans of Chancellor Elizabeth Caldwell.

When I'm done writing QOTS and I finally publish it, I'm moving onto a separate story called Rockfall: Darkness Over the Pacific, which features a post-apocalyptic Earth reminiscent of Ace Combat after Ulysses struck, and a cold war between two superpowers.

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I hereby would like to nominate @streetkid-named-desire @byberbunk2069 @wanderingaldecaldo @ouroboros-hideout. If you want to, no pressure intended!

[hinderr]

would role swap grogu have painted armor or unpainted chrome armor?

Hmmmmm logically- im not actually sure. In my head its unpainted, but Grogu's been Mandalorian for a while, so the age probably does show on his armour nonetheless. I guess it maybe used to be painted, but the paint wore off and Grogu never repainted. So it's silver in a way that's sort of dull and coarse, not shiny like canon Din's, who had a new set just made yknow?

[theneoncaster]

The Blacklight Sprawl ~ A Character Design Roll Table for Neon Sludge Cyberpunk Games

I love miniature kitbashing and miniature-agnostic games, so I was really enamoured with Forbidden Psalm, a skirmish game based on the ruleset of Mork Borg. It has a set of roll tables to help decide the look of your warband.

The designer, Will Rahman, has made a second skirmish game based on Cy_Borg, Kill Sample Process, but it doesn't have a character design generator, so I made one!

Use it with Cy_Borg, Necromunda, or honestly any cyberpunk game that benefits from a randomly generated blorbo. If you kitbash or draw anything using it, please show me!

If you want to check out my other Tabletop stuff, I have an Itchio!

The roll tables in text for those that need it below the cut.

Head (1d8)

Object Head

Helmet

Vibrant Hair

Visor/Goggles

Tattoed/Scarred

Eye Removed/Replaced

Antennae

Hooded

Fashion (1d12)

Oil-Stained Engineer

Neon Raver

DIY Punk

Clean 'n' Corporate

Wrapped in Black

Shiny Leather/Latex

Showin' Some Skin

Tacti-cool

Cyber-suit

Junk Armour

Acid Haute Couture

Armour-Plated

Weapons/Props (1d20)

Chainsaw

Energy Sword

Rifle

Spiked Bat

Construction Tools

Cyberdeck

Sonic Gun

Magi-Tech Totem

Trash-Scavenged Weapon

Razor Claw

Chain Gun/Launcher

Old-School Pistol

Extra robotic arm

Bionic Blade

Comms Equipment

Throwing Knives

Cleaver/Machete

Taser Coil

Shotgun

Armoured Fist

Special Feature (1d20)

Mechanical limb(s)

Errupting spikes

Inhuman skin colour/texture

Mutant limb(s)

Decals & Patches

Mech Backpack

Belts 'n' Pouches

Glowing

Fully Robotic

Aggressive Stance

Wires/Tentacles

Shiny/Chrome

Terrified Stance

Sweet Ride

Chains

Toxic/Radioactive

Glitching

Paint-spattered

Blood-spattered

Artificially-Resurrected

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Fun Times with the Red Riot:Haydee's Test-Run

Kirishima had to say he was feeling a bit of nostalgic deja vu right about now as he walked alongside Mina. The pair currently walking along the cozy corridor of Ms.Midnight’s h Hotel Midnight,the rated R heroine’s former brothel turned love hotel as the aforementioned woman walked ahead of them, their girlfriend Maya right beside her as the blue shapeshifting bombshell was also along with them. The sexy pro wearing her legendary,infamous banned debut outfit as she was prone to when at this establishment. Mina and Maya of course earring their own specially customised erotic outfits per her instructions while Kirishima was dressed in his own simple casual wear. It felt quite Something to be here, at the same place where Midnight took his virginity and where the sensual teacher arranged hooking up him and Mina together, Lessing to him giving the pink alien queen’s first time. It was only natural that one of their dates with Maya happened here. As a matter of fact the shapeshifting hottie had also had her own first times with a man and a woman here respectively but those are all stories for another time. Right now the sturdy hero win training was wondering how and why their sensei brought them here. But given her current state of dress and her requesting Mina and maya to wear their “sexy playtime” outfits, there was no doubt Something lewd was going down.

Kirishima:”Uhm sensei, just wondering why and what’s the reason we’re here for?”*the delinquent looking ikemen enquired. Unable to help his red eyes from drifting and looking at Midnight and Maya’s backsides. The sway of their hips, the jiggling claps of their bubbly booties. All enhanced by how little and next to nothing they wore. Mina wearing a cheeky grin at seeing her boyfriend try to hide his arousal. Any wonder she and Maya just loved the boy?*

Midnight/Kayama:*shooting a seductive grin over her shoulder at the chivalrous stud. Sensually biting her lip as she internallyshuddered at what no doubt she was expecting to witness.*”oh you’re about to find out in a few moments,my youthful bull…”*the Rated R heroine teased, her shades clad eyes hiding the sensual twinkle of mischief she shot at Maya beside her. The shapeshifting bombshell and Mina had been briefed on what to expect and she knew they were looking forward to this as much as she was.*

The erotic UA teacher lead the poly trio to one of the luxurious rooms, sharing a keycard to open the electric lock. The party of four stepping inside as the sensual heroine and Eijiro’s girlfriends parted to reveal quite the surprise. There sitting sensually on the bed was a woman or made to look like one. Her arms mechanical,her head a faceless domed mask and her body clearly made for pleasure. A curvy,toned torso contained within a white armoured one piece swimsuit, exposing thicc, juicy dark skinned legs which contrasted nicely with her Snow White chrome ensemble. The nameless robot woman tilting her head as her hidden eyes locked onto Kirishima, seeming to take in his appearance. No doubt liking what she saw as she shied and adjusted her postion on the bed, striking seductive poses for him as she stuck out and presented the juiciest,bubbliest, meatiest ass he’d ever seen. An ass just pleading to be tapped by the burliest bulls with the thickest,biggest cocks. Nothing less than a magnum dong as the unknown mute moaned, courting Kirishima like a bitch in heat as she squeeze and massaged her own ass. Giving it a swift slap as she made it jiggle, before she began to twerk it. Making those twin cheeks clap like thunder with a hypnotic siren call as Kirishima found himself unable to look away. Mina and Mayanof course purring and giggling at his reactions as they went and each casually leaned on Midnight who was only too happy to explain.

Midnight:”This lovely work of art is Haydee. A little Something cooked up by yours truly. Think of her a fully autonomous and functional sex doll. Designed for shall we say,more hands on sexual education and to provide stress relief for when You need something more personal and intimate than toys or your own hand. And You my lucky red riot stallion get the pleasure and honour of being the first man to give her a test run. Be as gentle or as rough as you’d like with her, I more than insist. It’d be very helpful in giving her more direct data through experience. It helps it was your birthday recently,so think of this as my gidt to you….so go on handsome. Give us a show…” *the erotic hero encouraged as she gave Kirishima the rundown. No bones about it,Haydee was a glorified sex toy. A pleasure doll here to fuck and be fucked and from the way she was shaking that ass at him, she clearly wanted, no needed it bad. Mina and Maya of course encouraged their boyfriend to go on and prove his Manliness like only he could,as they pressed themselves against Midnight, kissing and licking along her face and neck as they caressed and groped one another’s bodies. Midnight of course welcoming this casual intimate lesbian make out as she squeezed and massaged their booties.*

Kirishima:*couldn't help but look back and forth between his sensei and this unique android woman. Dumbfounded as his brain was too busy finding all its blood rushing from there down to his little riot. The sight of this bootylicious droid and the lewd makeout going between his teacher and his girlfriends would of course have such an effect.Haydee's scanners likely picking up and sensing his arousal as she got up from the bed. Walking over with sensual grace as she stood mere inches before him, giving him a closer view of her milk chocolate thighs.* "Soooo Haydee huh?"*seeing her nod cutely, before looking back at the approving looks of Midnight and his girls,he went from dubstruck to determined,as he peeled off his shirt,exposing his physique,honed by days to weeks,months of intense,dedicated training.*"happy godamn manly birthday to me!!"

Haydee seemed to like that response. Her faceless masked head tilting as if admiring the view of his sculpted torso. A soft,sensual digital hum sound from her as she began to undo the restrains on her bodysuit. Proceeding to peel it off and remove it from herself, leaving on her arm accessories and kicking off her white shoes as she now stood almost entirely naked before Kirishima. A slow spin and some sexy poses as she showed off each and every exquisite detail of her hot as fuck body, making it clear whoever had designed and created her eas very horny. A rich milk chocolate skinned, thicc frame with the right blend of curves and tone with the meatiest, juiciest set of tits and ass all making for a robo babe who was made to be a bombshell that was down to fuck. A soft giggle escaping Haydee as Kirishima decided to oblige her in being naked as he began to undo the buckle and fly of his pants. Shedding them, boxers and all as Haydee let out a soft gasp at his length and girth standing firm and rigid as a flag pole. Midnight, Mina and Maya of course grinned at her reaction as the latter two casually groped their pornographic teacher’s luscious body before their arousal grew at seeing what the android did next. Walking over as she pressed herself up against the chivalrous hero, tits pushing snd rubbing up against his firm pecs as she massaged a shoulder while she rasped and stroked his cock. Soft gasps and pants escaping her as the sturdy stud began to kiss and libel along her neck and shoulder. Nibbling on her collarbone as her pleasure circuits began to kick in,her body awaiting the oncoming sequence of eroticism that would follow.

Midnight:”Aaaaahn,yes Kirishima-kun, just like that. Teach Haydee’s your virility and prowess. Indulge in your your youth….”*the erotic heroine urged on, a deepthroated moan escaping her lips before Maya planted a sloppy, sensual French kiss on her. The shapeshifter using her tongue to make it like Tsuyu’smto her delight,while Mina ate out their sensei’s glistening pussy.*

Kirishima:*confirmed he was hearing Midnight loud and crystal clear,as he pumped his hips.*”Yes ma’am….aah Damn so tight…whoever made you broke the mould…”*the sturdy hero complimented Haydee as he laid mounted atop the specially made sexroid. The artificial bombshell laying in the prone bone position as Kirishima decided to start off with fucking her glorious ass. The milk chocolate booty cheeks clapping and jiggling as Haydee grilled the bedsheets, sensual gasps and moans escaping her blank masked face as her pussy squirted sticky nectar.*

Mina:”Oooh really nice to see you enjoying your birthday present Eiji. I think she’s falling for you…but can’t really n,ame her can we babe?” *the alien queen sensually teased,sitting her cotton candy ass atop Midnight’s face as the ated R teacher ate out her glazed slit and rimmed her.*

Maya:”Not at all Pinky,not at all….”*the shapeshifting bombshell quipped as she held one of Midnight’s thigh high boot clad legs over her shoulder,scissoring and pressing their slits together in a very erotic kiss,humping and grinding away as she and Mina leaned close to one another and kissed. Their tongues dancing in one another’s mouths with sloppy affection,passion and intimate familiarity.*

Kirishima:”Like you two hadn’t planned for it that way…”*Eijiro quipped in response to his two lovers, grunting as he performed a standing fuck with Haydee. Is powerful muscles flexing snd rippling as he bucked and thrust his hips,pumping like a jackhammer into the robo babe’s eager, tight and welcoming pussy’s embrace. Her arms and legs wrapped around them as she moaned with wanton abandon and desire. Her juices splashing down on the floor before gasping with delight as he shifted the postion to hook his arms around her luscious legs,deepening his penetration of his length and girth while increasing the pace and tempo of his speed. If the android had a face, there was no doubt it’d be quite the ahegao as her chocolate skinned booty clapped and shook with every impact of their erotic dance.*

Indeed Kirishima found Haydee was not only really quite addictive but her eagerness and how much she got into their sexual dance was an absolute turn on. The fact Midnight and his girlfriends were in the room watching them go at it was extra sensual fuel fo the fire as well as the fact Haydee could really take it as hard and intense as he coild give it to her. Spread eagle,missionary, doggy style, mating press, any and every position from the basic to the advanced that Mina and Maya really loved and could pull off thanks to their flexibility, Haydee was getting it all and then some. Her body language and cries of ecstasy especially whenever he came inside her as adorable as it was fucking sexy. While Midnight, Mina and Maya continued in with their lesbian threesome, shifting from two on one assault to one on one but of course it was inevitable that they’d get so horny, they simply had to up the ante and make their birthday boy’s surprise even more fun. Which of course,being the Man he was, was more than happy to oblige!!

Mina:”Aaahhn yes yes yes yes!! Harder Eiji!”*the alien queen babe howled,just her mask and erotic custom costume on, as Kirishima held her in a full nelson, switchung between her asshole and her pussy. While Maya scissored Haydee as Midnight groped and massaged the android’s big juicy titties.*

Maya:”Aaahn fuuuuuck,red,I think I’m falling in love with you all over again…”*the blue bombshell moaned,as Kirishima fucked her doggy style whole eating out Midnight. The erotic teacher moaning snd praising her oral skills while she made out with the sturdy chivalrous stud while Mina suckled on Haydee’s tits and fingered her stuffed,overflowing snatch.*

Midnight:”Aaahn you delightful young brute you. You’ve come such a long way since our first time. Yes,show me the energy and spirit of your youth, fuck me like you want to get me pregnant!!”*the erotic There teacher praised as the five way was taken to the bathroom,the deluxe sized shower filled with steamy water as Kirishima fucked Her against the glass, her luscious tits rubbing against the wet surface as her young stud obliged her lewd desires. A raw ahegao on her sensual face as her firm toned abs swelled from his length and girth. Mina hugging her man from behind with a lecherous affectionate smile on her face as she kissed and licked along his neck and shoulders. Her cotton candy pink tits rubbing his back while Haydee leaned against the wall as Maya ate her out.*

All the while as late morning gave way to the afternoon and into the evening with dusk setting in. Painting the skies relaxing hues of orange,red and violet as the sun set. The party of 5 having been relentless, omly ever pausing for meals and liquid refreshment as they’d relax and bask in the afterglow. Ranging in numerous listings and combinations of one on one, two to 4 on one one way or another as Kirishima was currently on the bed. Haydee’s legs draped over his shoulders as he pumped and thrust into her welcoming, horny robo pussy. Fingering Mina and Maya as they were kn their hands and knees,shifting between making out with one another or suckling on Haydee’s big milk chocolate tits while Midnight hugged their stud from behind. Kissing him as she massaged his shoulders and caressed his powerful abs,the erotic hero grinning as she knew Haydee more than passed her field test. She may have found Haydee an ideal owner. While society was about to have a lovely new product to enjoy fresh off the assembly lines. Truly,the pinnacle of heroic youth……how sweet it is.