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yeehawbabs · 3 years

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idk anything about this actually <3 hehe

“kuroo ive been thinking”

he paused , a look of genuine concern on his face, “thinking what?”

“ok if your piss hole is big , will you piss faster ? like cuz itll all come out at once right ? but the piss velocity is a lot lower but itll just flop out right ?”

“what the fuck are you on”

“do you wanna try it ? can i try it on you”

“try WHAT on me”

“can i sound you” you said flatly

“sound me?”

“yknow like . put a rod in there n stretch it out . is that alright?”

“just to see if i piss faster”

“thats a part of it yea , but also i think itd be fun”

“itd be fun for YOU , youre not getting your dickhole stretched in this situation are you”

it took a bit more explaining, but he eventually agreed after you elaborated on how itll hit a bunch of nerves inside of him, and he eased into the idea. you both did enough research after the discussion and decided you would do it when you had time, which for you both was your upcoming break. where you had ordered the sleek metal rods that came in way before you were ready to use them .

“tetsu!”

“whats up”

“look ! they came in !”

“youre not putting that in me tonight”

“next month”

“i think”

“hey you little pissbaby . you think youre sonfucking cool huh . uou think youre so fucking tough “

“are you going to do it or not”

“im FOING to do it . do you remember the safeword”

“you remind me every three seconds of course i remember it.”

“then waht is it”

“vanilla”

“cuz youre a little vanilla baby bitch !! get gotmothetfucker”

“hurrry up and do it”

“youre so esger now huh” you were kneeling on the floor , him sitting on the bed lesning bacj on his hands.

you lubed his dick, focusinf on the little hole at the tip. he twitched . you pumped him a bit, just to rile him up a it more . you slicked up the rod, and pushed it against his tip.

“ready?”

he sighed , “ready”

you hummed, with a strady grip on his cock, alowly insertinf it into him. he tensed almost immediately, and you rubbed his thigh tonsoothe him as best as you could

“too much?”

“sfine,” he breathed out, “keep going”

“let me know if its too much ok?”

you pushed it in more, centimeter by centimeter sliding it down the inside of his shaft , and he eventually relaxed into the feeling .

“just a little bit more n itll be all the way in, okay?”

“alrught,”

you gently ushered the toy unto him, and let him sit with it for a moment.

“how does it feel?”

“it fuckinf stings”

“do you want me to take it out?”

“no, no not yet”

“let me know if i can start moving it okay?”

“youre gonna fuck my hole with this already?”

“if uou dont want me to i wont”

“no ! you can do it just give ke a minute alright”

“whenever youre ready”

you rubbed your thumb over his hipbone, estinf your head on his jnee, waitinf for any signal of what he wanted next . he out a hand on your head, runninf his fingers theough the hair .

you looked up at him, and he nodded .

you pulled the rod out slowly, and his thighs trembled

“too fast?”

“you can keep going”

“but is it too fast? i can go slower if you want,” to emphasizeyour point, you dragged the rod slowly out.

“no ! go a little faster!”

“m gna push it back in a bit okay?”

“just do what you have to do, alright?”

“dont say it like that ! youre making it sound like im making you do this against your will” you pouted at him, mockingly.

“you know i dont , “

you thrusted the tog back into him, and pulled it out . you were barely trying to pull or push , and his breathinf was so heavy.

“are you alright tetsu?”

“it just , felelsbettetthannuthiught”

“huh”

“i didnt think it would feel good…”

“so you like it?” your face lit up with a sense of pride, as you continued to pump it in and out of him at a leisurely pace

“babe , can you, ah, can you take it out”

“is everyrhinf alright?”

“sfine just , ih god, babe can i cum ? i dont think i can cum unless you take it out”

“ill take it out” you pulled the sleek tod out snd set it on the clean rag you laid ohtbon the nightstand specifically for this

you stroked his dick, looking up at him sweetly.

“what do you want me to do for you tetsu?”

“just ah ! just do whatever ! just dont be too riugh okay?”

“of course my love ~”

you kissed the tip, still pumping your hand ip and down, before licking the hesd and wrapping your mouth around it. you sucked gently , not wanting to irritste him too much so that hes hurting

you kept your mouth in the tip solely to avoid any aggressive feelings, like his sore hole having to hit the back of your throat.

you pulled off, and rubbed one of your hands over and over the hesd, watching him squirm in place.

“can i cum? babe can i cum? please ? i wna cum, i really want to cum, olease ? please i-”

“tetsu its fine!! u can cum whenever you want” yoh smiled up at him , encouragingly.

his face scrunched up, and his hand squeezed at the comforter below him, his thighs spazzing.

it really was a sight to behold , your cocky, intimidating boyfriend becoming a sloppy mess fue to your ministrations. it leaked out, making a mess on your hands as he groaned and twitched jn your hold.

“you alright?”

“m alright”

“ill clean you up okay?” uou ssid softly as you stood up, and kissinf his forehead, his hesd in your hsnds.

“and youll be back right” clingy ass mf

“ill be back ,” he pulled you to kiss him, just a small peck that may have lingered a second too long

you came back with a warm rag, cleaning up the mess on his dick and thighs. he had moved himself to lay on the bed, looking awfukly sleepy

tou pulled him into your lap, so his head was leaning against your chest as you were sitting upright

“tetsu, sweetheart, can you drink this for me”

“what is it,,,”

“its just water okay? you did so good for me. youre so good, yknow that right”

“i know , i . “ he paused for a seconf. “ it was fun”

you smiled brightly at him, “so can we do ut again? if we keep doing this we can get more fun shapes ! and itll feel different ! and !! how fast can you pee! “ uou rambled on and on, jntil your fsce fell.

“tetsu,”

“what?” he loojed at you, concerned , withr his brow furrowed an a frown on his face.

“we shouldce time how fast you peed before hand”

he laughed at yiu, and playfully slapped at your thigh.

“shut up ! its not gonna make a big difference yet”

“how are we fonna jnow if we didnt time you!” you nuzzled into his hair, wrappinf your arms around his neck

“we can try this time an just measure it from here in out,”

“i lvoe you”

“i lcoe you too”

you both sunk down, snd pulled the blanket over you, makinf sure he was as comfortable as he could be as his dick was literally just stretched moments before

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vexy-sins · 6 years

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Kinktober 2018: Day Two

Pairing: UF!Papyrus x UF!Sans (Fellcest)

Featured Kinks: Ass Worship, Begging, Medical Play

Additional Warnings: Fellcest/fontcest, Bondage, Sounding, Spanking, Biting, Anal Sex, Anal Fisting, Creampie

“i’m starting to suspect that you aren’t a real doctor,” quipped Red as he surveyed the new set-up in their basement sex dungeon. Boss had recently acquired a medical examination table, probably from that psychotic lizard nerd, Alphys. A tray of questionable instruments stood next to it, gleaming in the overhead light. “where’d you get your degree from again?”

“I GOT IT FROM S-T-F-U SANS, NOW TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES AND GET YOUR FEET IN THE STIRRUPS,” snapped his brother, shoving him forward roughly. Grumbling about the lack of a gown, Red obeyed. He should have known better than to agree to this. Those tools probably weren’t even sterile.

“ON YOUR STOMACH, SANS,” ordered Edge.

“i don’t think that’s how these things work, Boss…” Red followed the instructions despite his complaint.

“I SEE YOUR FACE ALL DAY, SANS, AND I’M TIRED OF LOOKING AT IT. I WANT TO SEE THAT FAT, SEXY ASS OF YOURS. SUMMON IT. NOW.”

Red rarely made the effort to conjure his ectobody; he considered it a waste of magic and too much of a temptation for handsy barflies at Grillby’s. Only Boss knew how plump and round his ass looked, and the scarred skeleton wasn’t interested in sharing. Red’s bright cherry red magic formed around his lumbar region, pelvis, and femurs. Boss made a low and appreciative growl, running one sharpened phalange down his brother’s spine, and making the smaller skeleton shiver in anticipation.

“A PRECAUTION,” said Edge, fastening padded cuffs around Red’s ankles and wrists and attaching them to the examination table. “ANOTHER PRECAUTION.” With those words, Edge reached under Red’s stomach and cupped his thick cock. He rubbed the beads of precum that leaked from the tip of Red’s shaft with his thumb. Having located his brother’s urethra, Edge quickly inserted a vibrating urethral sound into the hole.

“hey! what’s that for,” protested Red.

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO CUM AND THEN FALL ASLEEP LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME WE TRIED A NEW GAME,” growled Boss, circling the captive skeleton like a sleek predator. Red looked good enough to eat, and Boss was starving.

Standing behind Red once more, Boss dug his fingertips into Red’s sides and dragged them back until his hands were resting on the steep rise of Red’s ass. Edge kneaded the supple flesh like a contented cat before giving one cheek an experimental slap to watch it jiggle then darken in the shape of his handprint.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE SUCH A DELECTABLE MORSEL BELONGS TO A DISGUSTING MONSTER LIKE YOU,” Edge mused.

“just blessed, i guess,” grumbled Red, trying to ignore the stimulation in his cock that both made him want to cum and prevented him from doing so.

“WE’LL SEE IF YOU STILL CONSIDER YOURSELF BLESSED WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH YOU,” Edge stated ominously. Leaning down, he bit one of Red’s chubby ass cheeks, licking at the blood that welled from the mark.

The taste of blood only whetted Edge’s appetite for the main course, but like any connoisseur of the finer things in life, he dragged out the experience, savoring every moment. With a bestial growl, Edge pounced, grabbing Red’s ass, one hand on each cheek, gripping the ectoflesh so tightly that the tips of his phalanges sank in and the tender flesh puffed up in the spaces between his fingers.

Red groaned in pleasure at the sensation of Edge’s palms kneading his ass, pulling at it, releasing it, and occasionally delivering a hearty slap. Edge’s breathing became ragged. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. Spreading Red’s ass, Edge gazed with hungry anticipation at Red’s tight, unprepared asshole, just waiting to be sampled… and then completely destroyed.

Slick with dark red magical saliva, Edge’s long tongue probed and explored the puckered entrance, slowly forcing its way inside, only to withdraw and plunge in further. Red rocked his hips in vain, dragging his throbbing, engorged cock along the padded surface of the exam table. Nothing relieved the building pressure low in his abdomen.

Sharpened teeth scraped Red’s ass cheeks. Edge buried his face between the ample mounds, twisting and curling his tongue inside of his mewling, writhing brother. Edge’s belt buckle clattered to the floor as Edge unfastened his pants, releasing Red’s ass with one hand to palm his thick, spiked erection. Time for dessert.

Red knew what was coming when his brother pulled away from him to line up his cock with his still too-tight asshole. He hurried to protest, but his pleas, as usual, did nothing to deter Edge from his own satisfaction.

“wait, Boss, that’s not enough foreplay for-”

“IT’S ENOUGH FOREPLAY FOR ME,” snapped Edge, forcing the head of his cock inside of his brother. He gave the smaller skeleton’s ectoflesh only a few seconds to stretch around him before he bucked his hips, slamming the rest of his length into Red’s ass. Red screamed, agony mixed with ecstasy. He felt so full that he might break, and he loved it.

Edge pounded into Red with reckless abandon- hard, fast, and utterly merciless. His sockets closed as he lost himself in waves of pleasure. If only Red would stop ruining the moment with his incessant shrieking.

“take it out, Boss. please, take it out. please, Boss let me cum!” Red babbled over and over, struggling against the padded manacles in an attempt to paw at the vibrating urethral sound blocking him from orgasm.

“SHUT UP, SANS, OR I’LL REALLY GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SCREAM ABOUT.” Edge pulled Red’s hips backwards against him each time he thrusted forward. His cock sank in so deep, and Red’s tight asshole squeezed him so exquisitely. Edge had more activities planned than just rough anal sex though, and if he waited much longer, he’d finish inside Red and sabotage his own fun.

Red whimpered and mewled. “please,” he cried, delirious with over-stimulation and his inability to cum. “please, Boss, please.”

“I WARNED YOU, SANS.” Edge pulled out, exerting every ounce of self-control to keep from cumming then and there and spilling his hot load all over Red’s round ass while his brother begged him for mercy.

The tall skeleton perused the selection of medical devices gathered on the nearby tray table. His elegant gloved hand passed over a scalpel and a dangerous-looking spiked Wartenberg wheel in favor of a large hand-crank speculum. Red would regret his incessant racket soon enough.

Edge didn’t bother lubricating the speculum; he simply shoved it into Red’s waiting asshole and began to turn the crank, spreading Red wide open with ease. Red enjoyed the sensation well enough at first, but Edge just kept going, right on past Red’s comfort zone.

“yer cock ain’t that big!” complained Red, momentarily forgetting about the urethral sound as the delicious fullness in his asshole became too much to handle.

“IT’S NOT MY COCK YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT,” replied Edge cryptically.

“yer gonna tear my ass open!”

“THAT’S THE PLAN.”

“wha-”

Edge slammed his fist into Red’s ass almost up to the wrist, cutting off his brother’s words. The speculum blades scraped the skeleton monster’s carpals though his gloves, but Edge didn’t stop. Inch by excruciating inch, he pushed his hand in deeper. Fuck, Red was so tight, and splitting him open felt so good. Edge pumped his cock with one hand while the other slowly disappeared inside of his brother.

Red’s eyelights rolled back, and his tongue slid out over his pointed teeth. Panting and drooling, Red moaned and babbled gibberish. Edge started thrusting viciously with his hand, pulling slightly backwards only to plunge deeper into his brother’s ass until he was elbow deep in the clenching warmth.

Increasing his already punishing pace both jacking off and fisting his brother’s ass, Edge hurtled towards climax. Maybe he would relent and allow Red to enjoy the experience too. Edge let go of his cock, withdrawing his arm almost completely from Red’s abused hole. He yanked the vibrating sounding rod from his brother’s swollen, throbbing cock just as he forced his arm back inside of him- past, the elbow this time.

Red came hard, splashing the table with sticky globs of cherry red cum. Edge removed his arm from Red once more, lining up the head of his cock with Red’s gaping hole just in time to spill his hot load in Red’s quivering asshole. The speculum held Red wide open for Edge to survey his conquest.

“I’M GOING TO GO SHOWER,” Edge announced after taking in the glorious sight of Red’s round ass, cheeks spread, cum dribbling out of his utterly destroyed asshole for several long minutes. The tall skeleton turned to leave, chased by Red’s querulous voice.

“wait… Boss, you forgot to untie me,” he shouted, his position on the examination table preventing him from seeing anything other than a limited space in front of him.

“UNFORTUNATELY, THEY DIDN’T OFFER BEDSIDE MANNER AS PART OF THE CURRICULUM AT MY ALMA MATER.”

“you don’t have an alma mater! Boss? Boss!”

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connywrites · 5 years

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Can you do something with connor and gavin on a case? If you arent busy! I love fics where they have to work together

alright this isnt as good as i was hoping for, im really sorry. but i hope u like it nonetheless! SORRY IT TOOK 4 DAYS

The housewas empty. Dusty, abandoned, as if no one had lived within the building fordecades; Gavin scoured the premises as steel-toe boots stepped with a clickonto a wooden floor, gray eyes surveying the area for suspects orvictims, but for the most part, it was hard to see through all the dust. Luckilyfor him, the RK800 treaded swiftly behind, the tall stature of the androideasily looking over the shoulder of his human partner.

Gavin alwaysa particular sense when an android was nearby, beside or behind him, aparticular presence that he wouldn’t be able to explain if he tried. Androids unnerveda fair amount of the population overall, but Gavin seemed to always take it theextra step, as it were, even when it was uncalled for. This Connorchassis in particular may not remember the way Gavin wrestled and shotit down within seconds, but it was aware of extra safety protocol with thisdetective in order to avoid such a thing happening twice. Hopefully.

The way itwalked stiffly behind him, eyes sharp and ever aware as androids could scanmore than a human ever could, but Gavin knew what he was looking for, andwhere, even if he couldn’t zoom in or analyze whatever it was forits exact chemical components. As much as he wanted to gripe, to ask why meas he was the designated personnel ‘suited’ for the new prototype, even thoughit was much to his personal agitation; he could say the DPD could havechosen anyone else, but no matter who the android was partnered with, noone was going to be happy with the decision. Connor wondered if it was anintentional choice on their behalf and what processes they might have gonethrough to make the decision, if anything at all. Was it intentional, or simplycircumstance?

“What’s thatsmell?” A foul stench drifted into his nostrils, and he couldn’t helpcoughing into his shirt; meanwhile, the RK800 had no such construction, merelytilting his head at the detective.

“Whatever itis, it must be toxic. Step back,” it told Gavin, and while he was reluctant, ithurt too much to breathe and he was forced to follow through by taking a fewsteps back and turning back around towards the exit, leaving through the backentryway with a heavy, sudden gasp of air once he was outside, nearly doublingover as he clenched his hand around his neck. The workday barely started andthe damn thing had wandered off without him, taking on the case on its own, inhis mind, proving it ultimately useless and a partner as well as a personalannoyance.

Whatevergaseous substance was filling the building, it was evidently toxic, and it wassomething he’d never come across before—a strange smell and a musty, ashentaste as it forced its way into one’s sinuses. After a few more coughs and abreath of fresh air, Gavin cleared his throat and spit the collected phlegmonto the ground, glancing back over to the building that was seeping with blacksmog. It was leaking into the atmosphere, drifting into the air and soonenough, into the environment around them if he wasn’t quick to diminish thecause; yet there was no way for him to be able to, eyes and nostrils alreadyburning from the drifting trails of vapor alone.

Burntplastic. He knew that smell from somewhere, and it made him curious ifthe RK800 had made any further discoveries, or if the stench was the androiditself burning into a crisp. Neither would surprise him, at this rate. Still,RK800 was technically his android to work with now, and he didn’t exactlyimagine the DPD or Cyberlife to be happy with its disappearance.Realizing he only cared because he was now the one responsible, hescowled his usual mean glare as he glanced around the area, scouting thebuilding from the outside as he awaited Connor’s return. It didn’t take longfor the prototype to walk in that strange, automatic way, seemingparticularly artificial as it walked out of the smoke as if it were an everydayencounter. Inhuman freaks.

"So, shitbucket, what'd you find out?"

Connor's eyes drifted to meet Gavin's, as was his naturalbehavior. Holding out his hand skinwashed away, it offered him an evidence bagcontaining something that was black, charred and gross looking. Takingit from Connor's hand to take a closer look, recognizing it as a spare thermalpump regular that had somehow been intensely burnt. Unimpressed, he glared overat the android.

"You call this evidence?"

"Yes. There is a component of that of which I cannotpersonally identify. I think the forensics lab should take care of it."Suddenly, the thing didn't feel so ordinary and Gavin nearly dropped it;if a hyperintelligent android couldn't identify something, then there wasprobably something to be wary of.

“It seems that whatever happened here, an unknown chemical was mergedwith liquid thirium, and the combination caused a chaotic reaction, and thatwould likely be why I can’t analyze that.” Gavin raised his eyebrows despitenot actually appearing all that surprised. Detroit was always doing some kindof new, crazy shit, but he did wonder why he was called onto the scene ratherthan the fire department.

“Great,” he gruffed, already growing bored with theconversation.

“And what do we do with that?”

“It seems that whatever it is, its a result of the strange reaction. Some of the material was clumped into crates, I believe they might have had intention of pouring it into the river so as to get rid of the evidence.”

Gavin listened to its words, glancingtowards the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. The foul burn stillstung his nose, but for the time being he ignored it, blinking a few extra timesas he tried to peer out onto the sunset shadowing the city block, but it washard to see far.

“Alright. Let’s get back to the Department so they can take alook.” Gavin’s usual irritation had been depleted by the tiresome investigationand the exhaustion from the smog that still itched in his lungs.

“Iwouldn’t,” Connor responded, turning his head and gazing at Gavin with a warygaze.

“If whateverthat substance is causes a toxic reaction to humans or the environment, itwon’t mean well for them. Forensics will come in the hazmat suits. For now, youshould have your vitals analyzed so as to ensure you haven’t taken any gravedamage.”

“Shut thehell up,” he snapped, feeling agitation bubble up, prompting him to shove theandroid in the back as he walked past him toward the car. With its usual stare,it turned its head to look at him, and he swiftly remembered a nightmare fromthe night before.

“We’re goingback whether forensics are here or not, and we’re taking that sample to thelab, and you’re going to sit down and shut the fuck up the rest of the waythere.” If this Connor were alive before, it would recall Hank speaking to itin the same fashion. As it was designated to listen, it remained silent,stepping into the passenger side of the car with the plastic bag remaining inits hands.

“It seemsthat whoever began the project tried to transfuse the thirium with anothercomponent as well as an extra electric charge, intending to change theandroid’s internal structure in an attempt to “supercharge it”. What for, Idon’t know, as such a reaction would only heat the biocomponents to a point itdid not work. Clearly something similar happened at the scene, but the damageof the remains leaves it hard to examine further evidence.”

Gavin wasleaned back in his chair with his legs crossed at his desk, phone in one handand coffee in the other as he took a long sip, scrolling through somethingwhile he mostly listened to Connor’s droning, nodding in signal.

“So, anytest results?”

“Not yet.They are conducting the analysis as we speak.” For the time being, then, therewas no reason to continue the case until they found more information.

“Okay. Goaway now,” Gavin told it, waving it off as if it would actually listen.Examining Gavin from its place beside him, Connor wore an expression ofcalculation as he tried to determine the best course of action to take next.

“That isagainst my orders,” it stated simply, cuing an annoyed glare from Gavin. Helocked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, folding his arms as herotated his chair to face the android.

“Yeah?What’s your orders then, fancypants?” Pausing as if on cue, the LED on theRK800’s temple blinked to yellow, rotating a couple of times as Connor’seyebrows and eyelids twitched in another eerie manner that seemed to beparticular to this android alone. He wondered if it was intentional, and whilehe couldn’t imagine why it would be, Connor seemed to have a handful of odd‘quirks’ that other androids didn’t share. Either way, he momentarily wonderedwhat the data transfer was before deciding he didn’t care.

“Actually, areport says we should go take another look now that the fumes are gone. Withcloser inspection, maybe we can find more parts of the androids themselves thataren’t so damaged.” Gavin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sighed, andnodded once.

“Fine. Let’sget goin’, then.”

The scenewas easier to navigate now that the place wasn’t stuffed with suffocatingsmoke, but the odor still stained his nostrils as he carefully walked throughthe debris, down the scorched, creaking wooden stairs – the direction Connorapparently headed in the initial investigation, considering he couldn’t see adamn thing once it disappeared.

“Fuckin’ disgusting,”he huffed under his breath, kneeling beside something that looked like it mighthave been an android once, vaguely foot and leg-shaped pieces in the center ofa melted puddle, pieces of metal rods, shards, and panels sticking out from thepile. Suddenly, he reconsidered the idea of lighting androids on firelike he’d already threatened upon them, among other things. The way androidsbecame another major contributor of pollution was another problem as theycontinued to be manufactured by the millions and dumped into scrapyards oncethey were useless. He wasn’t sure if any of the plastic was recyclable and theywere lazy, or if they really were just walking, talking bundles of metal,wiring and useless plastic. Either way, this wasn’t a mess he wanted toclean; he hadn’t been put on android cases until they decided to switchwith Anderson for reasons he still wasn’t entirely clear about, but that didn’tmatter. This was his job and he’d do his best to solve it as he would with anyother.

Somethingflickered in the corner of his eye, and his vision darted to the source ofwhatever it was; the sight was promising, a strange, car battery-shaped devicebeneath the table that was against the back of the wall, structured with thesame metal plating and wiring as with an android, but the liquid flowingthrough the wires glowed a bright orange, shimmering in a neon, almost metallicmatter under the light. Connected from it were another set of cables that leadinto the piles of ash and residue. Jackpot.

Standing up,he backed away, wondering if the android had seen it already. Turning andreaching to grab it by the bicep, he shoved it forward, wasting no time inforcing it to do as he wanted; just as he always had, and always would.

“Hey, thefuck is that? You see that last time?” Shifting its balance so as not to loseit, it almost staggered from the force of his pull as it peered beneath thetable, leaning forward to kneel similarly to the way he had before.

“No. It’snudged too far underneath and towards the back. It’s a good thing we came tocheck again.” Crouching down below the height of the furniture, it carefullycrawled forward, trying its best to avoid the messy black remains smearedacross the ground, but it was relatively difficult as it caked the cementfloor. With a quick analysis, it did a reading, identifying as much as it couldof the components while the lacking data simply brought up nothing as that‘knowledge’ simply wasn’t within its computing. Acknowledging the device wasnonetheless dangerous, it began to retreat, causing Gavin to shoot anaccusatory glare in response.

“Nowwhat are you doing?” Glancing back at him as his agitated voice filled the air,the android carefully stepped back, kneeling next to Gavin as it turned to facehim.

“Consideringwhat this device has done to the androids previously attached to it, I wouldrather not touch it without guaranteed safety on my, or your, behalf. That devicelikely holds a high electric charge that could be damaging to humans as well.Someone with the proper safety equipment will have to come inspect andpotentially remove it.” Gavin’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, weshould get on it then, huh?”

“Yes, I cancontact—” Gavin’s eyes narrowed with a sneer and within seconds, his hand waswrapped around Connor’s tie as he brought him close to his face, nose-to-nosewith barely an inch between the two of them.

“You won’tbe doing anything, motherfucker,” he huffed, and Connor’s physical sensorspicked up on the feeling of warm breath flowing down the front of its face andchin. It was always a bit curious as to why Gavin acted so over-the-top, but supposedit wasn’t important in terms of the matters at hand.

“Justbecause I’m stuck with you doesn’t mean you get to do all the work, trash bin. Youhear me?”

Connorstared calculatingly into the man’s eyes, turning its head with a twitch of itsbrows as it ‘disagreed’.

“It would befaster and easier if you allowed me to-“

“I don’t givea flying fuck about that. I have a phone, and you’re just a fancier one with anugly face,” he snapped, shoving Connor back and away as he let go. The androidbrought an arm behind him to catch himself as its balance was thrown off again,staring at Gavin with an expression of confusion and surprise.

“Oh, don’tlook at me with that face, makes me want to kick your head off your shoulders,”he seethed, and the temptation to do exactly that was almost all too tempting.Connor, understanding its lack of demands, shifted to stand up straightagain, brushing away a bit of the debris as the knees of his jeans were nowstained with the black ashes littered everywhere.

“You try anddo anything without my word and I’ll strap you to the torture device with yourname on it over there in the corner. How about that?” RK800 digested the words,no matter how nonsensical they seemed, but considered it best that it listened,nonetheless.

“Understood,”it responded, pulling its loosened tie taut again and adjusting it.

“Great. Nowlet’s get back to the station and report this shit.”

“Well, nicefind,” Fowler admitted with surprise lighting his eyes and raising his brows.

“That takescare of that particular case, but now we still have a lot more to figure out.Were there any other scenes like this in the area? We should find out if whoeverdid this was the only one or not.” Gavin shook his head.

“Scouted thearea, combed the beach, nearby places…nothing. This was a one-man project, Iassume. Now to figure out who’s doin’ this shit.” Fowler nodded, sighed, andhis eyes flickered to the android momentarily before returning to Gavin; Gavinfelt the sinking feeling of an oncoming scolding, an easy oncoming situation totell by a certain expression Jeffrey always wore.

“Remember theandroid was assigned to you to help with the investigations, Gavin. You mightnot like it, but it would help all of us better if you let the damnthing do its job.” Gavin rolled his eyes, arms folded, nodding along sarcasticallyas he pretended to listen.

“Yeah, yeah,”he continued, but Fowler’s glower didn’t leave him.

“I mean it. Youmay have gotten away with discarding the last model, but this one is yourteammate now. Treat it as such.” The corner of Gavin’s lip sneered as he nighon pouted, casting a sidelong gaze before he turned away and walked out.

#dbh: gavin reed #dbh: connor #Anonymous

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nuttydefendoryouth · 3 years

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What is a rod seal?

There are so many different types of seals out there that it might be hard to understand all the different terminologies and functions. In this article, we give you our guide to what rod seals are, how they are manufactured and why you should choose rod seals from Martin’s Rubber.

Rod seals are often the decisive factor in ensuring that a hydraulic cylinder operates at peak performance. Leakage through the rod seal can lead to environmental damage and accidents, which is why it’s crucially important to select the correct seal for your application. While leakage past a piston seal will affect its efficiency, the system fluid or gas remains contained in the system. With a rod seal, failure will allow external leakage, and it should be paired with an appropriate wiper and gland housing design to ensure correct operation.

How do rod seals work?

Rod seals perform the difficult balancing act of creating a seal at both high and low pressure. This is often in combination with alternating high and low temperatures. As such, they need to leave an oil film, thin enough to return into the cylinder, after having passed an effective wiper seal. When selecting a piston rod seals, it is important to define your area of application and provide carefully defined specifications. Martin’s Rubber can then give you our recommendations for an appropriate rod seal to match your specific operating conditions.

How are rod seals manufactured?

Our rod seals can be CNC machined to bespoke sizes, including making adjustments away from original seal sizes to compensate for worn rod or gland conditions. Plus, we can help to restore the original performance of used equipment, as well as provide components for new build designs. Our standard rod seals can be rapidly manufactured in a variety of different materials, depending on your application. We also stock standard products for immediate shipment if your requirements are particularly time critical.

Why choose our rod seals?

“What sets us apart, I think, is that we’re flexible,” says Adam Hooper, Operations Director at Martin’s Rubber. “We deliver the quality that people need in the most responsive way possible, and we add value in terms of engineering and creative input,” he adds. Contact one of our expert advisers today on 023 8022 6330 or email [email protected] to discuss your rod seal requirements.

Designers often specify buffer seals be placed in front of primary rod seals in heavy-duty hydraulic applications to extend the life of the seals. As the name indicates, buffer seals “absorb” pressure spikes typical on heavy-duty cylinders to protect the primary rod seals.

But how do these two types of seals interactions interact, which parameters affect those interactions, and how can they be used to extend the life of cylinder rod-sealing systems?

What was learned during these investigations will give engineers insights into seal types and interactions between seals so they can specify the most appropriate seals for their applications.

The key element of the buffer seal is the lubrication film thickness which passes the sealing edge. It is responsible for the performance of the entire rod sealing system. Different pressure and speed conditions during the in- and outstroke of the piston rod are typical for heavy-duty hydraulic cylinders and result in different oil film thickness. Therefore, the buffer seal needs to be designed to ensure a hydraulic cylinder rod step seals and absorb pressure peaks during operation.

Generally, buffer seals use one of two basic design principles:

High sealability buffer seals have good sealing abilities and can handle all of the system pressure and possible pressure peaks. Therefore, the primary rod seal will not be pressurized and can’t be damaged by pressurization. The seal’s high sealability means only a thin film of lubrication film can pass it, which could cause starve the primary rod seal of lubrication. This can lead to stick-slip, higher friction and sealing-edge temperatures, and possibly damage to the sealing material, all of which shorten the rod seal’s life.

Friction optimized buffer seals let thicker oil film pass the sealing edge to properly lubricate the primary rod seal. Depending on operating conditions, they can also let pressure build-up between the primary rod and buffer seals (intermediate pressure).

These buffer seals should keep out system pressure, because if the intermediate pressure is equal to system pressure, it cannot buffer. It is also important to use a primary rod seal and a wiper for good sealing and back-pumping ability to guarantee a leak-tight system.

An additional advantage of this type of seal is that the primary cylinder rod seals SPNO gets better lubrication, leading to smooth running equipment. If the buffer and primary rod seal work together correctly (as described above), friction in the entire rod sealing system can be similar to that of a single rod seal component. Reducing friction extends the life of the rod seal and the entire hydraulic cylinder.

Both working concepts have their place. Friction optimized buffer seals might be best in OEM components to extend a hydraulic cylinder’s service life. But high-sealability buffer seals might be more suitable in the aftermarket, where repair work and maintenance on hydraulic cylinders is more common and a leak-tight rod seal is more important.

Buffer Seal Designs

There are many different buffer seal designs and various material combinations available on the market. Here are the three most common designs.

Lip seals with back-up rings. These seals are good in heavy duty applications, where pressure spikes climb past 600 bar. The best lip seals are made of polyurethane with a thermoplastic back-up ring. This design enjoys a longer service life because the back-up ring resists extrusion. On the other hand, the back-up ring can influence the motion of the film of fluid on the piston rod, and seal installation requires more attention.

O-ring energized glide ring seals. These seals are widely used in light- to medium-duty application. Generally, the O-ring acts as an energizer to push the glide ring towards the piston rod. A big advantage of this is that various materials can be used. For example, a low temperature rubber grade can be used for cold climate conditions. The various material combinations give designers a wide choice. These seals have less resistance to extrusion compared to those with back-up rings.

The buffer seal’s main task is keeping the lubrication film thickness that passes through the seal’s edge at the right thickness. According to the Reynolds equation, the flow of a thin film oil/lubricant between two surfaces is influenced by its velocity, the gradient of the contact pressure distribution and the oil’s viscosity.

An important aspect of the investigations was to understand lubrication behavior under different test parameters. The lubrication level of lubrication determines friction and is essential for seal life. On the other hand, the lubrication level also determines the number and size of leaks, which should be minimized for the sake of performance and environmental concerns.

The influence of different in- and outstroke velocities has already been analyzed for a common U Cup rod seals ISI (see above graph). The results show that if outstroke velocity is much higher than instroke velocity, the likelihood of leaks increases. On the other hand, if instroke velocity is much higher than outstroke velocity, it is more likely the low-level of lubrication will increase friction on the instroke.

The second driver for the lubrication film thickness is contact pressure between the seal and piston rod. The higher the pressure gradient, the thinner the film. The gradient is influenced by seal design, the pressurization level, and the resulting deformation and dynamics between piston rod and seal.

The third driver for the lubrication film thickness is the lubricant’s viscosity. The lower the viscosity, the thinner the lubrication film.

In the second installment of this series, tests will be set up and run and the results analyzed, revealing what factors of buffer seals matter most to rod seal performance and longevity.

Thomas Schwarz is manager of testing, materials technologies & research; Wolfgang Swete is manager of product technology and development; Silvio Schreymayer is manager of testing; Martin Wallner is the manager of product development; Emmanuel Pichlmaier is a product development engineer; and Michael Liebminger is a testing engineer for SKF Seals.

The rod seal of a hydraulic cylinder is a crucial component as it controls leakage directly into the environment. Several testing methods can be used to detect a decreasing sealing ability, even before measured leakage occurs. This feature article describes the results of leakage measurements, pumping rate measurements and film thickness measurements on the rod surface. The differences between the individual methods are described and discussed, and also compared with predictions from finite element calculations.

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necryptoss · 6 years

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“Shishigooouuu!”

Kairi bolted awake. The knocks persisted at the door. Glasses fell off his nose, pens clattered and danced over the floor. He blinked several times, trying to regain his bearings. Seated at a wide table, glass,metal, and old classic bone fixtures stirred, bubbled, moved with experiments. Organs in jars dotted the space with layers of sticky notes. Necromancy had been always been a dark and horrid type of magecraft, even in the light of this cozy office space. Papers under his hand bore scribbled notes of the layers of curses to keep blood oxygenated outside the circulatory system, how to keep the heart pumping on its own, or instructions to reanimate the nervous system.

“Shishigou!”

“C-Come in! Come in!”

Shishigou shuffled the papers, separating them. Within the mix were his own thoughts-- wonderings about how he got here, or what he remembered that didn’t match up with the life he had now. A war, a city... He was renowned, celebrated for his achievements, yet had to catch up on his own progresses and advancements. He worked with projects and what was given to him, saw his daughter, then spent restless nights up working more on his circumstance. He was a deadman wearing his own skin, trying to adjust to a life he didn’t know he had.

An mustached older man entered the room in company with a younger gentleman, hair slicked back. Even after working with them, Shishigou could not recall their names, but it did not matter much; mages were never one to remember those they stepped on. “ Sleeping again, eh?” Mr. Mustache barked with a laugh. “ You’re going to work yourself to death, boy. Not even your father worked this much in his day. A real night’s rest might be good for you.” Guilty as charged, it seemed. “ Eh, there’s just too much to do. I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” the necromancer replied, letting it come naturally and honest. He hugged his personal papers.

Both of the men laughed aloud, hard. He didn’t understand what so funny about self- deprecation, but smiled nonetheless. “Yeah, I doubt you would. You’d be back doing work.” Mr. Hair-Gel snorted. He stepped forward and waved his hands in an excited motion. “Anyway, anyway!! Yo, were you excited for the Clock Tower visit? They’re looking forward to seeing your work. There was even rumors of setting you up to be a Grand one day. “ “A Grand…?” Even Shishigou quieted in awe. The highest rank granted by the Clock Tower, above the best and reserved for the few who really excelled. He must have only been in his early 20’s now, right? The idea of prestige quickly dug its claws into insecurity. This wasn’t his success to continue-- he wasn’t even sure what he had achieved. He had no choice but to accept. “Yeah! A Grand…” Mr. Hair-gel sighed .Stars danced in his eyes . “Man, think about it. I’d be working and learning under a Grand Magus.”

Shishigou took a deep breath and held it within his chest. Tight, too tight. “ That’s a lotta pressure. When.. are they coming again?”

“Hmmm. Next week.” Mr. Mustache scratched his nose. “They’re looking forward to seeing your work. Pretty remarkable, I’d say. ” “Everything’s going well, then?” Mr. Hair-Gel gave him a thumbs up, which somewhat eased Kairi’s concern. “ Been following your instructions all this time. Everything’s perfect.”

“Oh, good.” Shishigou exhaled. He had time. He turned toward the desk, grabbing other papers and handing it over. Just like last time, just like times before. “ Ah, here, before I forget, I figured out the issue with blood coagulation in those samples you gave me.. That should fix the issue...” “Excellent. We’ll see to it.”

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Mr. Rabbit needed a friend, they had decided. This Saturday was spent at the mall, between brightly colored walls full of miniature clothes and small children darting from wall to wall to dress their new stuffed animals. Kairi, like many of the parents there, thought it was best to find a designated spot and let their kids come to them when they were all done. He found the whole idea charming. Something he never got to do. At Leila’s age, he was already working with corpses--but, the metal rod rammed into the ‘skin’ of the stuffed animals before and as they were stuffed was pretty macabre as it could get.

“Kairi, Kairi!” Leila trotted up to him.. “What do you think? Doesn’t he look cool?”

She had picked a lion-- The ‘Shishi-” in Shishigou. That was an easy way to be welcomed into the family. The toy’s mane was tufted in different angles. Fabric sunglasses stretched around its head. To match, it was dressed in a pleather jacket, pants and boots. “ It kinda.. looks like me.” Kairi answered absently, then realized how strange that must have sounded when Leila made a face between a laugh and skepticism. He touched the lion’s nose. “---IF I had long hair, that is”

“ I think you’d look weird with long hair.” “Not cool?”

Leila snorted and shook her head. She adjusted the jacket on the toy. “ Nah. You don’t have the cool jacket anyway. That’s what being a cool lion is all about.”

Kairi hummed from his throat, feeling out of place. He placed a hand on her head. “Alrighty, you, let’s go pay.”

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A beautiful day to go sailing, just as Kairi promised. The weather cleared like the pulling of curtains to blue skies. They set out in the morning. A small boat just for the both of them, and something that he could manage on his own for the afternoon with minimal damage to himself or anyone else. Not a cloud in the sky, the winds and harbor were calm. While their boat was no means impressive, he made sure to rent the one with a colored sail.

Leila delighted all the same, waving to everyone they passed. She even got Kairi to wave with her, no matter the distance. They were closer now, he figured. Out on the water

They waved back again and again.

Kairi’s hand steadied back on the rudder. His other was wrapped in rope to adjust the sail. His smile was tired, but content. Leila pushed her bangs out of her face as she settled back to sit next to him. Her nose was sniffly, and the lifevest was a size too big. “ Having fun?”

“ Yeah!” the girl beamed. “More than I thought I could. I wonder when we can do it again.” Leila’s eyes suddenly looked dreamy. It was that same hope he remembered before he had given her the family crest. That hope that killed her long ago, he remembered. His heart ached. “ Anytime. Just don’t tell them I brought you out here instead of giving you lessons. I’m sure they wouldn’t like that very much. ” Shishigou sat back. Distant voices reminded him to strengthen the family crest despite her health. She was Kairi’s next in line, expected to go beyond his own skills. He was still proud of her nonetheless.

“ I promise.” she held up her pinkie to prove her point. Kairi responded in kind, hooking his with hers as she spoke again, just as gentle as the flowers she ushered life back into. “ But.. your birthday coming up? We always do what I wanna do. What do you want to do?”

“U-uh… I ?” Kairi hesitated. The voices that nagged him at work vanished. He was left with the silence of sorrow, a gravestone in the back of his mind. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in years. Each year that passed since her death was another he wasted living. His daughter had died before he could ever celebrate with her the greatest gift he could possibly receive: her.

“ I don’t know…. I gotta think about it.”

He did his best to hide the struggle in his voice. Every year he stood before that gave.

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People congratulated him left and right as he passed by, thanking him for the invitation and the chance to see his work up close. Having a drink in his hand proved a smart and effective way to cut down on the handshakes and introductions. They asked him about his published papers, or general questions about necromancy-- like bringing things back to life. What a good joke. Still, most of it felt a buzz. Not that he didn’t believe their enthusiasm-- he was never good at parties. He answered things automatically, as he only hoped the Shishigou they knew would. The longer he stayed here, this place, the more he wondered where he was supposed to be. The talks, clinks of glasses and laughter… What a different world than he was used to. Necromancy was often ridiculed. Majority of Necromancers fell to ruin chasing impossible dreams. It took the exceptional few to sway opinions. To think, that was him.

It was surreal. His thoughts drifted as he did around the party floor. Shishigou took a sip of his alcohol. The city he was in before this one… It touched several times and universes. Infinite possibilities. Was it possible that he was placed.. In a wrong one? Or perhaps… because he died in an old war, he had no other place..? But.. what of the Shishigou who built up this reputation..? Were they back in the city in his stead? Did he.. take away his dream too?

Depressed at the thought, Kairi pat at his pocket for his cigarettes, only to sigh heavily. That’s right. He didn’t smoke here…

“ There you are, Shishigou. We were wondering where you went off to. You’re keeping them waiting, yanno.” Behind him, Mr. Mustache's voice, wiggling that mustache under his scrunched nose. “Oh. My bad. There’s just so many people.” Shishigou’s gaze drifted around as he rubbed the back of his neck. His collar felt too tight around his neck. “ I thought I was supposed to meet them out here? I figured eventually, I’d run into them. ” “You won’t do that wandering around like a zombie for them,” His colleague puffed in a half laugh. “ Easier in the offices. Quieter too. All your stuff is there anyway. Come on.”

With a nod, Shishigou followed and left the party behind to the familiar halls he had grown used to working in. He was quiet the entire way. He made it this far. He twirled the stem of his glass.

“---The poison was meticulously scrapped from the subject postmortem before being integrated with the-- Ah, Shishigou. Perfect timing. We were just about to leave. Hope you didn’t mind me going ahead.”

Famous magi waited in his office. All from the far reaches of the Association were present, each the eyes of a vulture waiting to pluck his carcass clean. His theories proved to be a waste of their time, the Shishigou family would die with their ruined reputation. Mr. Hair-Gel had properly entertained them with explanation. “No, not at all.” Shishigou raised a hand. “ Thank you for helping me all this time. It is every bit of my success as it is yours. After you.” Mr. Hair Gel nodded affirmatively, and ushered the group back out into the hall.

One of the magi, sharp nose to match her sharp eyes, smiled at his modesty and handed back a photo back to Shishigou’s assistant as they walked out. From the glance, he saw a body depicted, and frowned. “Very ambitious, Mr. Shishigou,” Ms. Eagle whispered. Her nails drummed on her arm like waiting talons. ”No one in the history of modern Necromancy has managed that level of clarity with the deceased, let alone retain memory or emotion on that level.”

“It could all be hogwash,” another grunted, dark and oily hair. Mr. Raven continued gruffly under the talk of Mr. Hair-Gel.“ How do we know to believe you. We have to see it to believe it. Could just be faking it this entire time. Bringing people back to life, bah. Perform the rite for us, will you? Kill me where I stand then bring me back.” Kairi grew only perturbed. He must have stopped breathing. Impossible. It was impossible. How deep were they willing-- “Now, now. That would ruin the curses at work and undo everything Shishigou has done. ” Mr. Osprey, black hair streaked with white and tied back, cautioned. “If it has persisted for this long, let them keep at it to see how long it lasts. Using the cause of death to help facilitate the growth and potential of a crest is groundbreaking, not to mention the intricate and delicate process to replicate life! Ah, or perhaps truly bring it back. Imagine what you can do. It’s been, what, a year now since you started the project, is that right. Shishigou?”

Mr. Osprey turned to look at him but the necromancer was silent. They stopped in front of a familiar door. Windows in the wall opened to a simple hospital-like room. The lighter were dim, but it was unmistakable.

Leila waved at him, smiling as she normally did when she greeted him.

Slowly, he waved in return--

“Yeah…”

He brought her back. His stomach twisted in a knot, disgusted. He knew. He knew himself too well. No excuse covered this atrocity born from grief and desperation. It was out of love. Love. Stupid, stupid love.

Just as the Shishigou family dealt with devils, he had dipped too far to become one himself, crossing borders where magecraft should never go. All his work made sense now, the problems he was given to solve weren’t independent but for the continued upkeep of Leila’s body. All the samples, hers and compatible pieces. She was nearly perfect. While he toiled privately, his assistants saw them resolved, instructions followed.. He contributed to it, he contributed to this madness. fine-tuned it. This was dangerous, but worse, this was what he was to be known for: the Necromancer who brought his dead daughter back to life.

His entire body stiffened.

He wanted to vomit the feelings of grief and apology that came with this existence, this other…. Shishigou’s. They did not belong in a body that stood resolute in anger. How could he do this?

Mr. Hair-Gel spoke but Shishigou barely listened.

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#challenge▬#MEEPS BACK AT THE WORKS...#i died this took way too long.#to those that actually read this far. i thank you and sorry to the mods...#one more part after this o/#i'll put that up tomorrow since im too tired to format

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s3mag · 5 years

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For someone like Nalu living in Kauai HI, throwing good aftermarket/replacement parts at your ride is a bit more challenging than most of us have to experience. Remote access + a low population + a high cost of living requires creativity & finesse. Yeah – there’s definitely a lot of siiiiiiick Tacomas roaming the Hawaiian Islands, and lifted small-body trucks are 100% a lifestyle out there. But getting parts shipped around inter-island is kind of a pain in the ass, plus it’s another added expense. So if you want to build something truly hauss out there, you HAVE to get that much more passionate about it. At the same time, you’ve gotta learn to stay patient, flexible, and open-minded. And – it helps to have some trained mechanical/fab/paint skills. Well between Nalu & his brother Golden, they’ got the skillsets covered… they literally have their college degrees in this stuff. And it doesn’t hurt that back in the 80’s, Toyota was building trucks that could outlast the end of days lol.

High mileage ain’t the killer in Hawaii, but the elements are. That salt-air wears on ‘em hard. But Toyota struck on something so right with these 80’s/90’s pickups. Simplicity + durability… that’s the formula. These trucks can handle anything you throw at ‘em. Plus – they were built so practically, that anyone with basic tools and a fridge full of Heine could learn the entire machine in a weekend. Seeing these island-built trucks re-calibrates us to the fact that: If you slow your pace-of-life down just a little damn bit, you really don’t need all the modern beef that a new truck boasts… to get through the mud & sand in life. You don’t need it. There is comfort in simplicity.

Ok so let’s get to the build…

In 1984, Toyota Pickups were carbureted with a straight axles front & rear. In ’85, they went to fuel injection (still straight axle). And for ’86-on, they made the switch to independent front suspension. And while Independent Front Suspension (IFS) makes for better handling at higher speeds on paved roads… it’s not as capable or flexy off-road. So 1984 & 1985 are kind of the sought-after years to have if you can find one. And a lot of people with later models will just swap to a solid front axle if they get serious.

Nalu’s truck is an ’85, but it’s got the 81-84 Toyota 22R carbureted engine with an earlier 20R head for higher compression (since it’s got a smaller chamber) & hot cam.

Nalu’s got Trail Creeper dual transfer cases with 2.28/4.70 reduction. So sick! The two transfer cases give you a ton of low range for churning, climbing, & crawling. Basically – you get a 2wd-hi, 2wd-lo, 4wd-hi, 4wd-lo, and 4wd-lo-lo. We were rolling 5th gear at 6mph! Plus in the cab, you’ve got 3 shifters!

The FRONT axle has been rebuilt & trussed. And the REAR axle is from a later model 89-94 V6 Taco/4Runner. (Note: people will often call the 86-on trucks “IFS trucks” simply because they had Independent Front Suspension. But that can get a little confusing… because you might hear someone say “they put an IFS axle on the rear of their 85”. You’re scratching your head, thinking they put independent front suspension on the BACK of the truck?!?? But it has nothing to do with the actual “independent front suspension”. What it means is: The ISF trucks had a WIDER rear end, so they took that wider rear end, and put it on their older-body truck. Now you’re even more confused huh?)

Nalu upgraded front hubs from a later-model IFS truck, which allowed him to run the later-model, larger brake system.

For the FRONT suspension Nalu did the 3-pack ‘Rears Up Front’ leaf springs from an 89-94 pickup. Which is pretty much just as it sounds… where you take the leaf springs out of the rear of an 89-94 (IFS)… and stick them in the front of your ’85. Nalu mixed those OEM leafs with some All-Pro leafs, for a 7-pack total. In the REAR, he’s using Trail Gear 5in leafs, with the 3rd-to-bottom leaf pulled out. On top of that, he’s got a 2-inch body lift with a custom-made steering shaft extension… and a u-bolt flip-kit all around for that extra ground clearance (and to keep the u-bolt threads away from rocks).

Nalu & Golden triangle’d the positioning of the rear shocks… so that they move inline with the rear axle as it flares over obstacles. And they made the front & rear bumpers. Pretty neat!

The truck has happily taken everything Nalu’s thrown at it – just as Toyota intended. It’s been laid on its side, drug through the mud, wrung-out in the Pacific… and pulled many-a rental Jeeps outta Polihale. It also gets him to work everyday… 40 minutes each way… ironically at Nissan. 40 minutes on Kauai is a big-ass commute! But I guess not toooo crazy now… they’re only rolling about 35mph.

Nalu’s Pickup made its way into the family through his brother, Golden, who had been living in Idaho. When Golden came back home, he brought the Pickup with him. Shortly after, Nalu and Golden traded trucks. With a Pro Comp lift, body work, and primer already on the truck, Nalu wanted to throw more mods at it… but had to do so through a number of unorthodox ways. Using other manufacturer’s parts, like Chevy, replacing front suspension parts with rear suspension parts, or fabricating pieces in house, like the custom tube front stinger… these are all solutions and adaptations to the world Nalu lives in. He works with what’s he’s got. As far as he may be, I feel we we can all relate to that in some way.

Just like Toyota intended it, the ‘85 Toyota has taken everything Nalu’s thrown at it, and more. Nalu casually mentioned the time he flipped it on its side, trained it through a mud pit, and effortlessly crawls over rocks that would crush your daily beater. As you’re reading this, it’s still his daily that takes him to and from work 40 minutes each way. Nalu’s kept it alive for another 6 years and 350,000 miles… and counting. If you askl me, that’s about as Toyota as it gets.

1985 Toyota Pickup Reg Cab Longbed

ENGINE

81-84 22r block

20r head for higher compression (since smaller chamber) – w/ 22r valves and rocker assembly

Dual valve springs and titanium retainers

LCE stage-2 high lift cam

Custom Notched high dome pistons

ARP head studs

OEM Toyota head gasket

Cannon side draft intake manifold

Dual 40mm Mikuni carbs with custom throttle cable bracket & EFI throttle cable

Adjustable cam gear tuned to camshaft card

Bomb Proof motor mounts

LCE headers

Wongie Fab 2.5” piping (Wongie Fab is Nalu’s brother, Golden)

Flowmaster 40 series muffler

LCE flex fan

Marlin crawler 1600 ft/lb clutch kit

LCE spark plug wire kit

GM ignition module mod

LCE breather kit

Optima red top battery

LCE low pressure fuel pump/regulator and gauge

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DRIVETRAIN

W56 transmission topshift

Trail Creeper dual transfer cases 2.28/4.70 reduction

Triple drilled flanges

Bomb Proof dual trans mounts

Trail Gear crossmember

Wongie Fab long spline front driveshaft

Single piece rear driveshaft with Double Cardan cv

IFS (89-94) rear end with v6 third member

Marlin Crawler ‘full face’ diff cover

4.88 gears in rear with Detroit locker

4.88 gears in front with Lincoln locker

Rebuilt front axle

-w/ backing plate eliminator

-Toyota upper truss

-half face diff cover

-shock truss

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SUSPENSION / STEERING / BRAKES

Tacoma front brake swap

IFS (86-94) hubs

IFS steering box with mounting kit

Trail Gear high steer kit with FJ80 tie rod ends & drop pitman arm

Marlin Crawler high steer arms

Bilstein 5125 shocks all around – 14in front/12in rear (‘triangled’ for articulation).

Wongie Fab front shock hoops

U-bolt flip kit all around

4crawler custom 2in body lift with a custom steering shaft extension

3-pack ‘Rears Up Front’ leaf springs from 89-94 pickup, mixed with All-Pro leafs (7-pack total)

Trail Gear 5in rear leaf springs with 3rd-to-bottom leaf pulled

8in BudBuilt shackles all around

Trail Gear creeper joint shackle mount

Wongie Fab stacked front hanger

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INTERIOR / EXTERIOR

Wongie Fab front & rear pipe bumpers

Soft Topper rear camper

84-88 wide mirrors

H4 headlights with diamond cut housing

Side marker mod

90’s style single-piece rear window

1.5” Spider Trax spacers all around

SR5 bucket seats with wet Okoles

POR15 complete cab and engine bay

Grant wood-finished steering wheel

Dash mat

LCE triple gauge cluster/iEquus gauges with LED bulbs

Alpine deck/amp

Kicker 6×9” and 4” speakers

8in Image Dynamics in bazooka tube

Pb5 Dodge electric blue

All A/C components installed

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WHEELS / TIRES

37×13.00×15 Super Swamper boggers on 15×10 steel wheels

35×12.5×15 BFG km2’s on 15×10 Alcoas

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FUTURE MODS

Warn 8k winch

VIAIR on-board air kit

7/8” heim joint tie rod ends with 3/4” less drop pitman arm bead-locked steel wheels with 40” Maxxis Trepadors

Complete Sr5 center console & headliner

Marlin Crawler short-shifter

Custom rock sliders (almost complete)

3rz turbo engine swap

Chromoly 30-spline birfields & front axles

ARB front locker high pinion diff

Trail Gear twin sticks

Chevy 63” rear spring swap with double shackle

Front & Rear custom anti axle wrap bars

Text by Jesuel Rivera & Wooley Photos by Billy Grace

Haukulamai – 1985 Toyota Pickup Reg Cab Longbed For someone like Nalu living in Kauai HI, throwing good aftermarket/replacement parts at your ride is a bit more challenging than most of us have to experience.

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