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𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞: 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐍𝐂 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞?

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High Precision Machining: Modern 5-axis CNC machines provide precise cutting with fine control over every detail, minimizing unnecessary material removal and ensuring maximum material efficiency.

Recycling and Reuse: Materials like aluminum, steel, and titanium can be recycled, melted down, and repurposed into new parts, significantly reducing waste in the manufacturing process.

CAD/CAM Integration: Advanced computer-aided design (CAD) and computer-aided manufacturing (CAM) software help optimize design and cutting paths, ensuring material is used efficiently and reducing the need for extra processing.

Design Flexibility: CNC machining can handle complex geometries, allowing designs to be optimized for material use and reducing waste while maintaining precision.

💡 Why Do So Many Factories Still Use CNC Machining? CNC machining’s benefits go beyond material efficiency, offering several other compelling reasons:

Precision and Reliability: For industries requiring extremely high precision, such as aerospace and medical devices, CNC machining delivers unmatched accuracy and consistency.

Material Versatility: CNC can work with a wide range of materials, including metals and plastics, making it highly versatile across various industries.

Speed and Scalability: CNC machining is ideal for both small batches and large-scale production, quickly producing high-quality parts once set up.

Superior Surface Finish: CNC machining provides excellent surface finishes, often reducing or eliminating the need for additional post-processing, something that 3D printing and other additive methods can’t easily achieve.

CNC machining isn’t just about “subtractive” manufacturing—it maximizes material use while ensuring high quality, efficiency, and precision.

🔧 #CNCmachining | #PrecisionManufacturing | #EfficientProduction What’s your take on the difference between CNC machining and 3D printing in terms of material usage? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

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Introduction

In the aerospace industry, where reliability and precision are non-negotiable, large CNC machining stands as a cornerstone of manufacturing excellence. This article explores how large CNC machining enhances aerospace manufacturing, ensuring the production of high-performance components crucial for aviation safety and efficiency.

Precision Engineering in Aerospace with Large CNC Machining

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Conclusion

Large CNC machining remains indispensable in aerospace manufacturing, supporting the industry's pursuit of innovation and safety. As aerospace technologies evolve, so too will the capabilities of CNC machining products, continuing to push boundaries and redefine what's possible in aviation engineering. With a focus on precision and reliability, large CNC machining plays a vital role in shaping the future of aerospace manufacturing.

[kingkatsuki]

You knew all too well how dangerous it was to cross over the border into Shishitoren territory. You'd heard enough stories from the boys of Furin to know what a terrible, terrible idea it was. But the Furin jacket that you wore was like a protective shield around you, giving you the confidence to push the boundaries— and somehow you didn't think that you would run in to the number two in command, Togame Jou.

Thank you to @zorosprincess for the request. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Pairing: Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, CNC, public sex, exhibitionism, marking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, cumshots, not proofread.

Word Count: 4.2k.

The sun still burns bright as the sky changes from blue to a mix of yellow and orange, casting a majestic glow over the town as it nears sunset. You turn the corner as you step beneath the bridge at the edge of town, wrapping your jacket a little tighter around you as the breeze from the alley licks at your exposed thighs. 

“You lost, little lamb?” You hear a voice as you stand by the illuminated vending machine, turning around to see Togame standing before you. His hands were shoved into his Shishitoren jacket and colourful lenses sat on the bridge of his nose, disguising his true intentions.

“You can’t be wearing those colours on this side.” Togame looked down at the Furin jacket you were wearing over your pretty sundress with disgust, “Your little Furin boyfriend should’a told you that.”

He approached like a lion honing in on its kill, ravenous and desperate to feast as he backed you into a corner like skittish prey. Your back met rough brick as he towered over you, sandals clinking against the uneven cobbles before he leaned down to catch your gaze. 

Everyone knew if Furin stepped onto Shishitoren territory they were fair game— and that rule extended to you too. 

“You know about the pact, sweetheart.” He murmured, warm breath fanning against your face as you looked up at him like a terrified sheep who had just walked into a lion’s den.

“So I’ll just be going then.” You tried to steady your words like Kaji had taught you, so no one would know that you were scared. But how couldn’t you be frightened as Togame Jou gazed down at you through tinted sunglasses as though he wanted to devour you whole.

With confidence in your actions, you decided to move, sweaty palms pushed yourself away from the wall as you began to make your leave. Slipping around Togame as you tried to speed up, pretty sandals sounding against stone, but it was no match for him. 

“Hey, hey,” He reached out to stop you, a muscular arm weaving around your shoulders as he pulled you towards him. Your back pressed firm against his chest as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” 

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the saccharine scent of you as he tightened his grip with silent possession, “You already broke the rule, and it's not like you can take it back. So we might as well make the most of it hm?”

He reached up with his free hand to grab your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head in his direction as his lips hovered over yours. His warm breath stroked your skin as you found yourself leaning into his touch. 

“And it’s not like I can just send you on your way back without punishment—” He cooed, “What kind of image would that set for your little Furin boys.”

Togame squeezed your cheeks together as your lips curled into a pout, leaning forward to press an uncharacteristically soft, lingering kiss against them. He spoke so slowly, and articulately it had your cunt betraying your mind as your hole clenched around nothing.

“I think I’ll have to make an example of you,” Togame continued, one of his large palms moved to cup your breast beneath the pretty sundress you were wearing. Moulding it beneath splayed fingers as he dipped into the plush of it, dragging a pretty whine from between your parted lips, “So they all know not to mess with Shisitoren.”

The thin strip of no man’s land between Shishitoren and Furin turf seemed to be the only safe place for miles, and yet somehow you’d decided to slip a toe over the line to find yourself being looked at as prey.

“You understand, don’t you sweetheart?” He continued, hands bunched into his jacket pockets as he sauntered closer. The clack of his sandals against the ground echoed through the air, “It ain’t personal.”

You found it hard to believe. The gang warfare between Shishitoren and Furin seemed to be deep-rooted in hatred, woven from years of deflecting members and infiltration. The latter had built huge distrust on both sides, and it wasn’t peculiar for Togame to think that Furin might stoop as low as sending in a pretty piece of skirt to try and bridge the divide. 

“So, I’ll just be leaving then.” You watched as he pulled his sunglasses up to settle on top of his messy black hair, revealing emerald eyes that helped you try to gauge his reaction as you watched his cheeks curl into a grin. 

“Ah, now you see I can’t let you do that,” Togame tutted, “You ain’t supposed to be on this side of town, so you can’t just say sorry and be on your way—”

“I’ll go back to the right side,” You smiled, “No one needs to know.”

“But what if you get lost leavin'?” He sneered, his chapped lips grazing the shell of your ear as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, “Ain’t no telling what kinda sick, nasty creeps could be out looking for a pretty little Furin princess.”

“It’s lucky I found you, huh? If it had been Choji it would've been way worse,” He cooed leaning down towards you, “Although, I guess that could make you think it’s okay—”

“Please,” You whimpered when you felt his hands slip lower, dragging down from your hips to smooth over your skirt, fingertips dancing beneath the hem as he brushed the naked skin on your thighs, “No one needs to know.”

“You gonna keep this our dirty little secret?” He snorted, dragging his knuckles along your inner thighs as your skirt began to bunch at his wrists, almost leaving you exposed you decided to follow pure instinct as you moved to leave, "You know I can't let you do that— because where would we be without rules?"

Your body jerked to the side to try and slip beneath his arms, but Togame was quicker. There was a reason that Choji had picked him as his number two in command, and it wasn’t just the fact that they were friends. He was a fierce fighter, with sharp reflexes, his hands were quick to subdue you. Curling around your middle as he pulled you back towards him, forcing your chest against the wall as you thrashed in his arms, teeth bared as he pressed his cheek against yours and your face smashed against the wall. 

“Now where do you think you’re going?” He sneered, “I thought we were getting along.”

You gasped as he pressed the full length of his body against yours, his bulge pressed against the small of your back as he nuzzled your cheek. 

“I was being so nice considering you’re the one breaking the rules.” Togame sighed wistfully, “And you had to go and ruin it.”

He was far rougher this time, his hands sliding down your body to hike your skirt up around your waist. The sudden movement had your breath hitching in your throat as you felt the cool evening air hit your exposed skin.

“You always wear these slutty panties, sweetheart?” He scoffed, “I bet this is the real reason you crossed into our territory huh?”

“W-what?” You gasped in shock at the insinuation, eyes wide. 

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” 

“No, I would never,” You choked back a sob, feeling it lodge at the back of your throat as you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill from your waterline, "It was an accident, I promise."

Togame’s fingers slipped between your thighs to stroke against the satin, gliding across the fabric as he pressed against your crotch. His lips curled into a satisfied grin at how wet you felt beneath his fingers, pressing down on your slit as he felt you writhe into his touch as your body sought more friction. 

“You’re awful wet for someone begging to leave.” Togame grins as the calloused pads of his fingers brush through your folds, feeling your wetness stick to his fingers as he deliberately strokes against your clit. The sudden movement has your hips jerking roughly as you accidentally press yourself against the bulge beneath his sweats, "You sure it was an accident?"

He’s rough when he curls his fingers in your panties, tugging them down your hips as they begin to fall when they reach your knees, exposing your slit completely as he holds a cheek to spread you open for him, whistling lowly as he takes in just how wet and puffy you are for him. 

“Furin girls really have got such pretty pussies, huh?” He coos, his tone steeped in jealousy, “No wonder they’re all so protective of you."

You hear Togame shuffle behind you as he eases his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock, the length hot and heavy in his palm as he gives himself a solid pump. Twisting his palm over the head to smear his pre along it before taking hold at the base, easing his hips forward as he brushes the swollen tip through your messy folds. 

He groaned when he felt the blunt head collide with your fluttering entrance, catching against it before pulling back. Almost slipping inside over and over as you found yourself spreading your thighs further apart to give him more space, pressing yourself back on his cock as you coaxed him in.

“Fuck,” Togame groaned as he rut his hips forward, feeling your cunt pulse against him as his swollen tip nudged your clit instead, causing you to cry out as you flailed against him in a debauched mess for him. 

His grip on your ass became harsher as his calloused fingers made the supple flesh divot beneath them, prising you open for him as he leaned back to direct himself inside your velvety walls. Groaning at the way your cunt immediately began to throb and clench around him when he met the first ring of muscle as you tried to pull him deeper, feeling the ache of the stretch begin to flow through you. Your body betrayed you as your cunt drooled with slick, more than wet enough to take every inch of him with minimal prep as he felt you engulf him. 

“Actin’ real slutty for someone that doesn’t want it.” He cooed, giving an experimental rut of his hips as your cunt eagerly took more of him in, your warmth engulfing him whole as he bottomed out. His heady balls were snug against your clit as he stilled for a moment to cherish the way your walls squeezed him, accommodating to his size as you whimpered softly. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Togame drawled as he began to pull himself from your heat, unsheathing his cock as he shamelessly looked down to see the messy sheen you’d left against him, “Takin’ me so well.”

You don’t expect him to be so rough when he properly thrusts inside you for the first time, stealing the air from your lungs as he gives you everything with a husky grunt. Forcing your body harder against the rough brick as you cry out, louder than intended as his lips graze your ear. 

“Better be quiet unless you want someone to hear,” He sneers, chuckling when you do the opposite when he gives another harsh thrust, “Is that so? You want people to hear you being fucked on Shishitoren cock? What would Umemiya say?”

Your face scrapes against the brick from the ferocity of his movements, before you have a chance to brace your hands to prevent it. But the pain is surpassed by the way his cock bullies its way deeper, his blunt tip carving you into the shape of him while he presses himself deep against your cervix. 

Togame makes it difficult to think, as all you can do is stand there and take everything he forces upon you as he maintains a deliberately slow, rough pace. As though you’re not both standing out in the open— where anyone could happen upon you and catch you in such a precarious position and the thought has your cunt clenching deliberately around his cock as you try to decide whether that would make things better or worse. 

“Oh?” He feels the pressure as his lips press against the shell of your ear, “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by Shishitoren cock?” 

You found yourself submitting to him, resigning control as you let all the pent-up tension that had ebbed away at you go. The incessant pleasure coursing through your veins was beginning to consume you whole as Togame pulled the reigns, watching as you allowed yourself to give into your most sinful desires. 

“Bet those Furin boys don’t make you feel this good, do they?” He continues driving his hips forward, the crude sound of skin against skin echoing in the desolate alley, “Gonna have you wandering back into ‘toren territory more often.”

Togame felt your body begin to shake from the pleasure that sought to consume you whole, his tongue stroked against the shell of your ear as he smoothed his palms along your sides. Moving forward as he changed the angle slightly before pressing his lips to your parted ones, your jaw hanging open as silent gasps racked through your body. Your head moving in tandem with his thrusts as he fucked into you hard.

"You gonna tell me who's jacket this is, or do I have to keep guessing?" There was a fierce snarl behind his tone that sent shockwaves directly to your clit.

You couldn’t speak, even if you had wanted to. The only sounds that left your lips were debauched whimpers and whines as he used you for his pleasure. Hot, wet tears began to prickle at your waterline. Clumping into your thick lashes before trickling down your cheeks, leaving messy lines of mascara in their wake.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Togame cooed, but there was no sincerity in his tone as he nosed one of the tear stains that marked your cheeks.

“I wonder what they’d say if they found out their pretty little Furin girl was being split open on my cock?” Togame pressed, his hand slipping around your body to press against the top of your mound, slender fingers seeking out your puffy clit, “You gonna tell them how much you liked it?” 

“Answer me.”

“I— W-what?” You’re breathless, trying to remember the basic human need to function as he drives into you with precision, his hips knock persistently against the swell of your ass and certain to leave bruises as you bite back another whine. 

“You gonna let Sakura know what his pretty little princess was doing on Shishitoren turf?”

“No— I wouldn’t, I won’t—”

“What do you think they’ll say when I send you back to Furin fucked into the shape of my cock with my cum spilling down your thighs?” He snorted, “And you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

You mewled at his question, your cunt answering for you as it clenched around him hard. The sensation had Togame grinning against your cheek as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, keeping his rough pace as all you could do was stand there and take it. Your thighs shook from the awkward position as they threatened to give way, not that it would matter when you were pinned between the wall and Togame, completely at his mercy. 

He made it difficult to think, consumed with pleasure as Togame fucked himself into your pliant hole. Battering your insides with each churn of his hips that drew more sultry noises from the back of your throat. Reaching one of his palms up to press it against your mouth as his lips moved back to press against your ear, feeling the same smug grin on his face as he tried to silence you. 

“As much as I love all the pretty sounds you’re makin’ sweetheart, I ain’t someone who shares.” His voice held a predatory husk as he began to curl his hips, deliberately dragging the underside of his cock against the same spot inside you that would have you coming undone hard and fast as he sought to feel you cum on his cock, “Keep it down.”

You couldn’t, even if you tried. The thought of being caught horrified you, but the feeling of his cock dragging against your velvety walls so deliciously has you lightheaded, making it impossible to think as all you could do was stand there and take everything he had to give.

It was embarrassing how much you were enjoying this. Practically humiliated as you let the second in command of Shishitoren use you how he pleased, your body responding to him as your cunt continued to drool around his cock. Leaving creamy rings of slick around the base of him that matted into his pubic hair and smeared against your ass with every thrust. 

Togame reached up to palm one of your tits above your sundress, kneading the supple skin as you cried out for him. Smirking at your reaction as he pushed the material down before watching your tits spill free, grabbing a handful as his fingers dipped into the plush of them. Leaning down to mouth at your neck, biting at the supple skin just beneath your pulse point before sucking hard, fully intent on leaving his mark. 

“Don’t leave any marks.” You whimpered, feeling his fingers twist your taut nipples as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

“I think it might be too late for that—” Exhaling in satisfaction when he pulled back to admire his work, a dark patch beginning to bloom against your skin as he nosed the back of your ear, “They’ll all get to see what a slut you are.”

You tried to splay your hands against the brick wall to stop your face from grazing the rough cobble as your forehead knocked against it with the change of position. Causing Togame to groan behind you when he felt you push back against his cock, moving his hands up to squeeze your hips as he bent his knees for more leverage. Pushing himself into you over and over again, making you cry out for him. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” He cooed, “I know you’re close. I can feel you.” 

He was right, you were. The coil inside you was so tight it was almost painful, the pent-up tension hot and heavy as the dam inside you threatened to burst. Catching you off guard as Togame slid a hand between the apex of your thighs to search for your needy clit, catching it between his index and middle fingers as he began to swirl it from side to side as you dangled on the precipice of your climax. 

“Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He urged you, deliberately focusing his thrusts on the same spot that had you clenching around him, fingers working your clit as you whimpered, “Come on, show me how pretty you look when you’re creaming.”

It was all too much, too intense as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your lips smeared gloss against his palm as you cried out in pleasure as you found your end, coming undone as your cunt began to convulse around him. 

“Oh fuck, good girl—” He grunted, continuing to fuck you through your climax as he felt your walls desperately trying to milk him of his release. 

You couldn’t control your body as your legs began to shake, drool spilt from your lips and into Togame’s palm as he pressed your head back against his shoulder. Bouncing you on his cock as he used you for his own pleasure, his fingers still persistent on your abused clit as you tried to fight the feeling of another climax being stolen from you as Togame was unrelenting. 

“God, you’re a fuckin’ mess, sweetheart.” He sneered, throwing his head back in a laugh as he forced you down on his cock. 

Your tits bounced with each sloppy movement as he used you for his own need, your mind completely shrouded by debauched pleasure as Togame worked you towards another orgasm. 

“You got tighter when you came,” Togame mused, his lips brushing your neck as he bent his legs to change the angle of his thrusts. 

His voice was like the sweetest ambrosia as it sent shockwaves directly to your needy clit, reaching your hand down to press messy circles against it to try and alleviate the tension that knotted in your pelvis. 

“You greedy thing,” He scoffed, watching as you teased your clit, “I haven’t even cum once and here you are trying to get yourself off again— I guess you really did cross the boundary to get this tight little pussy bred huh?”

Togame spoke so slowly, the soft timber only aided in your pleasure as you felt your body respond to the sound. Clenching around him in a feeble attempt to steal his spunk as you began to quiver, your second orgasm surging through as your fingers rubbed your clit raw. Desperately trying to chase that same high that had you crying out his name as he pressed a palm to your sternum to stop you from knocking yourself out on the wall. His hand moved higher to stroke along the column of your throat before he splayed a palm over your mouth to quieten the desperate, lewd noises that poured out of you from his movements. 

“Jesus,” He tossed his head back in a laugh, “if I’d known this was what Furin pussy felt like I’d have crossed the boundary myself.” 

Togame barely managed a few more deep languid thrusts before he was spilling his release inside you with a guttural grunt, his heavy balls pumping rope after rope as he filled you with his warm spunk. Groaning as he pulled back suddenly, unsheathing his cock from your greedy hole as he began to fist himself roughly. Jerking out the final few pumps of cum all over the back of the Furin jacket that you were wearing as he painted it with his release. Leaning forward to tap the swollen tip of his cock against the fabric as he coaxed out the final few beads of his cum before dragging his length against it to coat it in your slick too.

It was ruined — like you. 

“That’s it,” He groaned lowly, “My good girl.” 

You let out a desperate whine when you felt Togame pull back, your hands splayed against the wall to keep yourself upright as he unabashedly spread your cheeks open to watch your fluttering walls push some of his spend from deep inside your tight heat. 

“You really are a mess.” He chuckled, letting his thumb swipe through the slick between your thighs before he gathered some of his cum on the pads of his fingers. Scooping it up he pushed it back inside your abused hole, causing you to cry out for him as you felt him press down on that sweet spot inside you. 

“Stop teasing me.” You whined, shimmying your ass back into him, “You made me a mess! The jacket is ruined—”

“Hey,” Togame gave your ass a playful smack, “Shouldn’t have worn it if you didn’t want me to cum all over it, sweetheart. You can take it off now by the way — where did you even get it?” 

You were already still surrounded in the lusty haze of euphoria that you couldn’t even process Togame’s questions, so unused to him talking so much and so quickly after sex as you tried to even out your breathing. 

“I had to find something,” You smiled, turning your head to the side as you leaned towards him to press his lips against your cheek, “I didn’t think I’d be able to convince you to do that.”

“Why because I have such a hard time being mean to you?” He smiled, nosing the apple of your cheek. 

“No,” You snorted, “Because you’re lazy.”

“Wow.” Togame deadpanned, “This lazy guy stayed in perfect character and had you creaming twice and that’s all you’ve got to say?”

“This lazy guy,” You turned to poke him in the chest as Togame took the opportunity to poke one of your exposed breasts in retaliation, “Is gonna have to clean this jacket now.”

“Ain’t no way I can be seen cleaning a Furin jacket, pretty girl.” He scoffed, “Just give it back like that.” 

You gave him a pointed look as you pulled your sundress back up over your breasts, adjusting yourself so you were more presentable before Togame reached out to cup your jaw. Tilting your head slightly he noticed the graze against your cheek from where you’d pressed it against the brick wall.

“Shit, baby— I hurt you?” It was more of a question than a statement, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against your sore cheek.

“Nah, I liked it.” You smiled at him as you leaned into his touch, reaching out to hold onto the opening of his Shishitoren jacket, “We should do something like this again.”

“Maybe,” He hummed before stealing another kiss, “But first you’re takin’ that jacket off and I’m fucking you in mine.”

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Doflamingo NSFW Headcanons

Just a little something

His preferences depend on the gender of his partner. He wants to dom and top fem partners, but he can switch/verse for masc partners

Length > thickness, 14"/35.5cm, cut

Praise alone isn't his thing at all, when it comes to giving, but he loves to use it in combination with degrading words "precious slut", "pretty whore", "perfect hole", etc

He likes bondage in most forms but he prefers using his strings by a mile

His tongue does the craziest things, and if there's a size difference he quite enjoys shoving it in his partners mouth to suffocate them a little

He has a few things he likes, like clothed sex and shibari, that he almost never does purely because it takes so long, and he wants now, so he doesn't want to wait the time it takes to get there

He's demanding no matter his position, but he's a whiny bottom

He's definitely pierced, several frenum ladder piercings, and large enough balls that his partner can feel each one enter them if he's on top

Aphrodisiacs and intoxication >> give up your autonomy to him, you'll probably regret it but he'll have fun

His hands are huge, and he'll use them for all sorts of devious things. Choking, fingerings, pinching, pulling, poking - if it causes pleasure or pain (or both) he's going to do it, and then do it again with his mouth

Loves it when his partner is smaller, if he's topping, hr wants to see the imprint of his dick inside them, to be able to see the bulge of it in their stomach

A lot of his kinks are less about the kink and more about control and ownership. He wants to own his partner in every sense

The more he looks like he's been in a fight post sex, the happier he is with the fuck

Kink tier list

S tier kinks - absolutely, all day every day

Flogging/whipping, face slapping, spanking, bondage, dirty talk, impact play, blood play, scratching, breeding, breath play, master/slave, immobilisation, humiliation, biting, hair pulling, size difference, overstimulation, orgasm denial, free use, crying, edging, cock warming, deep throating, stomach bulging, licking, degradation, spitting, begging, choking

A tier kinks - definitely yes, just not quite S

Branding, sounding, CBT, sadomasochism, breast/nipple torture, fangs/teeth, pain play, blood as lube, fisting, knife play, pet play, collar & leash, CNC, exhibitionism, aphrodisiacs, cuffs, face fucking, bukkake, tit fucking, virginity loss, lingerie, intoxication, inflation

B tier kinks - sure, sometimes

Auctions, gunplay, lactophilia, chains, gangbang, omorashi, nipple clamps, glory hole, cuckolding, boot worship, public sex, primal, fuck machine, mirror sex, filming, face sitting, rimming

C tier kinks - he's not against it just meh

Feederism, watersports, pregnancy, temperature play, clothed sex, shibari, praise

D tier kinks - less into it, won't say no

Swinging, feet, armpits, menstrual sex

E tier kinks - would prefer not to

Medical play

F tier kinks - no

Aftercare, mommy/daddy kink

[grievous-writes]

𝔹𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔻 𝔹𝕐 𝕊𝕀ℕ

ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝔹𝔸𝔻 𝕄𝕆ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ... 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ℂ𝕆𝕌ℕ𝕋 - 𝟛𝟛𝟜𝟚

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What happens to cherubs when they fall? There was already the damning example of God's golden Seraphim, where his fall from grace landed him upon the burning throne of Hell; to rule for all of time. A curse and, weirdly enough, a blessing. But you, a lone cherub sent on a nearly impossible quest? You landed smack dab in the middle of a courtroom in session; complete with a stunned jury and judge with burning eyes. 

Fandoms: HelluvaBoss & HazbinHotelPairing: Female Reader / Fallen Cherub / “Asteria” x SatanGenre: SPICY RomanceRating: Mature +18

Tropes: slow burn, forbidden love, forced proximity, size difference, enemies to lovers, age gap, hurt & comfort, “Who did this to you?”, touch her and 💀

CWs: really possessive behavior, mild yandere, ALL THE SPICE, blood and gore, mentions of death, swearing, hard smut, personally RIP christianity to shreds, mild blood play, toxic people and situations, violence violence VIOLENCE, p in v, power imbalance, light dubcon, CNC (Honestly, just expect so much more down the line cause this story will develop out of control eventually!)

Notes: Reader is female (she/her), multi chapters, LONG posts and very little editing cause I HATE editing. I don’t know how to do TAGS quite yet, but let me know if you want to be notified for each update~

Your stomach gave a low rumble, ached, and your mouth salivated. It took you a long while to understand what your body needed, a sensation you’d not felt in little under 3000 years.

Story continues after the cut ...

During the night Satan had moved your prison into another room, placed you on a wide mantle built over an obsidian fireplace. The large space that was flashy as your hot-air bag of a dragon jailer and you were set as a piece of decor. Your best guess was you were in a living room, but the deep black marble floors and bright red wallpaper elevated it to a weird-pseudo ballroom.

One side of the space seemed to be a dedicated lounge, where a huge round couch sat before an impossibly large TV mounted on a wall. Littered on the ground were a scattering of books, piles of paperwork, and magazines - With “Weekly Workouts for the WICKED” and “Where is Your Center? Meditations for the Newly Grounded” being two opened issues placed on a black coffee table. Beside the TV on the wall were paintings of fire, depictions of ancient deaths, notable punishments you had no name for, and several overly dramatic images of Satan himself. He was either bare chested or holding flaming swords while covered in blood.

There was also a large painting that stood alone from the rest, but it was covered by a black curtain. And by the obvious dust and spider web decorating the fabric, whatever was covered had not been looked at for sometime. 

Across from the living room was a dining hall, but lacked a lot of places to sit and eat. There was still a table set to one side, and while still nice quality, it was small and only had two chairs. The table and its decor looked untouched, clean but left to sit. You guessed that Satan didn’t eat there. Instead, there were even more workout machines and racks of various dumbbells and equipment. Now those did seem to be in constant use, scuffed with claw marks and weld repairs on almost everything. And a well worn  punching bag hung where a chandelier would be.

There was also a smattering of inspirational posters and some depicting nearly nude women. You did your best to not look at those. You weren’t prude, but it had been sometime since you had seen someone that pretty. Confident in her own skin. The model had curves in places you didn’t, even now with your new form. You turned from the poster and sighed; noting that the whole room smelt of musky brimstone and burnt wood. 

Which only grew more pungent when Satan drew close. 

As you heard resonating footsteps coming your way, your stomach gave another growl; demanding attention and care.

Satan turned from around a corner of pitch black hallway, his head hung a bit lower than usual, as if sleep still weighed down his neck. He wore long grey lounging pants, simple shoes, and a skin tight black tank top. The man yawned, his long tongue and sharp yellow teeth on display like a great serpent. He clicked his teeth together, cracking his jaw, and then lazily walked over to the couch. Where flopped himself onto the durable furniture and he flicked on the TV with a quick click of a remote. A loud commercial rocked the once silent den and the wings over your ears flattened to your head to try and buffer the noise. 

“My Lord?” You tried to call out to him, but your voice was outmatched by the TV. 

“Satanus? Sir?!” You stood up and shouted this time.

Nothing. Satan just drank from the steaming cup of black coffee he held, and it was so strong it burnt your nose from higher on the mantle. 

Your stomach damned attention and desperation set in as you hit the wall of your prison. Some part of you expected to feel pain from hitting the barrier, but nothing came. You frowned and hit the bubble again to make sure. And as you did, you noticed that your banded prison shifted faintly. Curious.

Taking a quick look at Satan, paying you no mind, a mischievous idea came to you. If he couldn’t hear you, you’d make him see you. And maybe if he saw you, he’d feed you. If not for the sake of being kin, he needed you alive for the waiting trial. 

There was not much space in your bubble for a running start, but you managed to back up just enough to slam yourself against the wall hard enough to make your ball roll forward. You slipped but got up, changing again and again as you managed to wobble your cage closer and closer to the edge of the mantle. As you drew closer to the edge and looked down, you realized you were near three stories off the ground. It made sense given how big the dragon was.

You prayed he’d see you falling before you landed. If not that, then at the bare minimum it’d not hurt when you came crashing down. Just to be safe, you tried calling out to Stan once more.

“Hey! Look over here!” You waved your hands widely in the air and jumped a few times, but he merely cracked his neck and changed the channel. 

With a frown and deep breath, your resolve hardened, you continued to slam your body against the ball. As you got to the edge of the mantle, you felt the sway of unbalance threatening your last chance. With one final push, you threw your weight into the wall and your prison silently rolled off. You hadn't anticipated your small body inside being lifted into the air as you fell, nor your hunger pained stomach flipping around like a ball-bearing in a bell. You blinked only a few times, catching a hint of red and gold lashing out to you, before you closed your eyes and braced. 

There was a violent lurch as gravity snapped, colors morphed, shapes bent, and you yelped as your head painfully whipped around. Your body slammed to the bottom of your prison and an agonized hiss leaked from your gritted teeth as you tried to settle. Everything hurt, your ears rang, and your vision spun. But you were still able to make out Satan yelling.

“What in all the seven rings did you do that for?!” Satan held you in his palm; his talons scratched the outside of the bands as he caught you just in time. You must've not responded quick enough for him as he continued to shout. “Arrogant little angel, you must have a death wish!” 

You groaned and rolled onto your back, wincing as your body stung. “I-I’m not arrogant.”

“What?!” Stan yelled. 

“H-Hungry.” You opened your eyes to look at the devil, who was glaring at you with the power of a thousand burning suns. “I’m hungry. You couldn't hear me.” 

“And you thought tossing yourself was the best way to get my fucking attention?!” He was practically snarling as stood from kneeling, and you saw that his coffee cup had been tossed to the side. 

In spite of the pain, you smiled. “It worked though.” 

“And what makes you think this little stunt will get you what you desire?” His voice was venomous. “I could kill you right now and it’d be within my jurisdiction!” 

“You can’t punish a c-corpse.” 

Satan held you to his face, meeting your gaze with a glare. “You’d be surprised of the depravities of hell.” 

“Maybe. But I know you well enough.” 

“Telling yourself whatever lie that makes your stupidity valid isn't healthy.” The man’s voice lowered to a deep rumble; like distant thunder. “Stand up.” 

You tried to pick yourself up, slow and easy, but whimpered as your head was wrecked with white hot pain. Your eyes closed and all you could do was lay. Which got you another jab from Satan. 

“Proud of yourself, starlight? I doubt that.” Satan huffed, his breath smelling like coffee, and you felt the subtle sway of his large gate as he walked somewhere.

“You almost sound worried, My Lord.” Maybe it was the lightheaded sensation clouding your judgement, but you felt the only response to his wrath was another soft smile.

The swaying stopped for a moment and Satan’s voice was an annoyed whisper. “And you sound  suicidal. Perhaps you are. Maybe that’s why you fell from your golden world and down into the dark.”

“Mn, no.” You shook your head and opened your eyes again, meeting gazes with Satan. It was difficult to read his expression as your vision blurred, but there was a hint of calmed skepticism in his four glowing eyes. Whatever the emotion, it was a mere step away from concern. Certainly curious at least. “I told you that you’d learn my reasons why at trial, but I can at least assure you I’m not seeking death.”

“Then, pre-fucking-tell,” Satan continued walking and you held his gaze. “What does an overly trusting, silly little thing like you seek? Heaven surely had everything you needed.”

“Needed, yes. But, not w-wanted.” Before you closed your eyes once more, unconsciousness trying to claim you from the concussion you were suffering, you saw Satan frown. “I wanted … to live. And to be … wanted. To belong. A purpose. Everyone has a purpose, a life to live. No matter above, or below. Everyone but a dimming star, a s-silly cherub, who's been left alone f-for so long. No wishes, no life, none who’d want me to shine.”

You felt tears warm your cheeks and a stained chuckle bubbled in your throat. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”  

Satan’s breathing was all you could hear for a long while, slow and warm, but he did finally speak with a deep, restaurant tone. “A foolish notion. Admirable, but foolish. You rest now, fallen star. You need medical attention.” 

...

And when you finally passed out, Satan quickened his pace to the workshop; his tail snapping around the heavy metal door pulled to slam it in his wake. The magical runes activated as he stepped inside, sealing the room. No one could get in or out.

Inside the round workshop was a forage set in hellfire, the burning inferno ringed in stones older than sin that always glowed. Hung from iron hooks and sat along shelves were old creations, machines never tested, or some concepts of mechanical machinations he dreamed of between his workout sessions.Though some of his more nasty machines he thought of during therapy. 

Satan had spent his early eras by the forge, enjoying his time crafting long forgotten punishments and crafting the first few generations of Imp kind by glow of the cruel furnace. In his fires, Satan could create and destroy. He preferred the latter. 

The red dragon stormed over to one of his large desks, still littered with the iron shavings of his last idea, and sat down his captured cherub in your prison. He huffed and looked over you as you slept. He barely saw your chest rise and fall. You were so fragile. So tiny. He could crush your head like a grape between his fingers if he wanted. Realistically, he probably should’ve a few days ago. 

Mammon, while acting the part of a pompous clown who had grown too big for his britches, had been right about killing you. It would’ve made this a whole lot easier if he had. The last angel who fell into hell uprooted Satan from his reign of the land, and now he was stuck as only the second most feared being in all the rings. Satan had been the law and ruler until that little golden shit moved in with his scheming queen, and then they cemented their legacy with hell’s “favorite” princess. Who's to say this fallen starlight would be any different?

You could’ve easily been lying to Satan, try to hoodwink him, as a means for escape. The idea of this small angel playing him made Satan’s blood boil. There was no way he’d ever be out schemed by someone so seemingly innocent. Someone so open, too kind. And you smiled far too much. If you did manage to get away from Satan somehow, you’d be eaten alive within a mile outside of his estate. There was no way everything you said was entirely true either, and he knew better then by now to ever take anyone at their word.

At least you were sweet on the eyes.

Satan reached for a few tools and a blank gold band, then took a moment to look over his handiwork. He needed to essentially break the sealing band on the prison to free the cherub for medical treatment, and then once your head injury was tended to he’d reseal you inside.He just needed to hurry and do all of this before you woke up.

But then an annoying realization hit him. The only reason you leapt was to get his attention, because you needed food. And you can't eat when you're asleep. And once sealed back inside, there'd be no way to feed you.

Satan growled and clicked his nails on the top of the sphere. “You’re a lot of work, little shit.” He spat at you with no response.

Like Mammon, the cherub was also right about something important - He couldn’t put a corpse on trial. You needed to eat, maybe bathe as well. And while Satan had cleaned off most of the debris and dirt from when you first smashed into his courtroom, you had been primarily unwashed. Not that he would've ordered someone to clean you while you were unconscious - Satan might have been an asshole, but he was respectful enough to an unconscious person to not remove their clothes without consent. Even he had standards. 

With a feral hiss Satan lulled his head back. There was only one logical path forward. 

With a hot soldering iron in one hand and heavy pliers held in the other, Satan got to work dismantling the prison. Layer by layer, cutting away his rune-cared bands, he removed the enchantments that kept your magic buffered. You still had the cuffs on your wrists and ankles, and then his personally branded collar around your thin throat - All to keep this little fly away in line. But would it be enough?

As the last band fell away, the lock to the cage cracking into fiery ash, your body landed softly on the worship table and you gave a little groan. Then you went incredibly still. Satan waited to see if you’d wake up, holding his breath. You didn’t move. Shit. Were you dead?

“Uh, hello?” He whispered as one of his golden claws moved to poke your shoulder. Nothing. As he moved to poke you a bit harder, you continued to breathe normally.Satan sighed. “Thank fuck.” 

He looked you over in more detail, his claw moving your long hair out of your face. You barely looked old enough to be out of your first century. If you were as old as you claimed to be, surely there was enough power in your little pinky to flick the likes of Mammon at least five miles away; like the little spider bastard he was. Then again, the wards you blasted through to get into hell might have siphoned enough of your power to make you as meek as a kicked puppy. Still, Satan needed insurance. 

His claw moved down your neck, over your shoulders, and then lower to feel over your soft green and white wings. To a lower level angel, feathers were a dime-a-dozen. If one were plucked, it was just like some cutting off a lock of hair. But for someone of your linage? It could mean more. His talons masterfully moved into your down, feeling around for a longer but less essential feather, and with a quick tug plucked it from your wing. 

You groaned again and your small wing flinched, but you remained out like a light.

Satan only gave the feather a quick look over, some residual radiance glowing from inside it, before he growled and tucked it into a nearby lock-box. The feather was sealed inside and he put the container up on a nearby shelf for safe keeping. He then turned back to you and, with all the grace and care the sin of wrath could muster, he lifted you into his palm. Given his size, Satan was used to people feeling light in grip, but you felt lighter than a cloud. 

Satan turned from his workshop, the door closing again as he left, and he walked back to the living room. Waiting for him there was his therapist, who was quietly ordering the imp staff to clean up the broken coffee cup and the puddle of coffee. 

“Heeey there, Satan.” Yogrit greeted him with a weary smile. “How are you doing this morning?”

Satan chuffed. “Could be better. My coffee is fucked.”

A few of the staff scattered away to prepare another coffee without question.

“Yes, so it seems. Did you accidentally drop it or-?” As Yogirt flew up to Satan's level, the smaller demon looked down to you held in his wide red palms. “Oh. Oh.” 

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t have the time to answer questions, but get a doctor here now. The prisoner is hurt.” 

Yogirt nodded, his expression calm and serious. “Of course. I know someone who  to call.”

Satan nodded, strolled back to his couch and sat as slow as he could; as not to jostle you around and make your concession any worse. Awkwardly he grabbed a pillow and delicately laid you there; mindful of your head. His fingers lingered for a moment too long, admiring your soft hair against his scaly fingers, and he didn’t notice an imp maid staring wide-eyed at him; while barely managing to hold Satan’s new coffee up towards him. With a purposefully low reach, Satan took the cup and held a dangerous glare at the maid as she made a nervous, but also carefully calculated, retreat out of his sight. 

Without much fuss, Yogirt had already flown off somewhere and was speaking softly into a cell phone. 

Satan called out. “And get someone to bring, I don’t know, more clothes. Small clothes.”

“Clothes?” Yogrit responded with an inquisitive brow raise. His eyes moved to your sleeping body, then back to Satan. “Do you think she might also require shoes? And, erm, other things?” 

Satan’s mind felt like it was running on empty, fuzzy, as he tried to think on what the demon was at. “Uhh, shampoo? She smells.” 

“Okay, that’s good to know. But how about,” Yogirt cleared his throat. “Socks? Pajamas?”

Satan glared as he took a long drink of his coffee. “Just fucking say it, Yogrit. I’m in no mood to be psychoanalyzed today.” 

 “Undergarments.” The therapist said plainly, which nearly made Satan choke. “I’ll make sure someone goes to get our guest some attire that fits. I’m sure something in the new Velvette spring collection will work.” 

The great dragon coughed hard and beat a fist to his chest. “Yeah, fine, whatever. Just get it done.” 

When Satan was left alone once more, he growled and relaxed on the couch. He turned the TV back on, a truck rally with monstrous cars crashing into one another. He was content to mindlessly watch the spectacle, but from the corner of his eyes Satan saw you wince in pain from the blasting music. He lowered the volume with an annoyed grumble. What a fucking fantastic start to the day. 

Surely nothing else would go wrong today … Right?

Satan held his sights on you, ignoring the TV for a while, and made sure his restraints were still working; their red glow casting a rosy color over your skin. They were holding and Satan was content to not test anymore of his bad luck for at least the rest of the morning.

HEY LOOK, its you! Welcome to the end of part three~ ❤️ And we finally got Satan's POV! That's gonna happen a lot more of him now that the story is kicking off from here. I'm gonna try to show the change of POVs with colors. Green will be the Reader and Red will be for Satan!

🫘🫘🫘Thank you my little beans! 🫘🫘🫘 I hope you had a good read and will stick around for the next part!

[ancaporado]

For all the hub-bub about 3d printing and at-home cnc machines in the gun world. I'm genuinely excited to see how disruptive they can be in the automotive industry. Weird OEM brackets and body work? we can fix that... Fuel injector cracked? just give us some bar stock and 45 minutes we got a new one, no need to order from a warehouse... I don't know why every major city doesn't already have kit-car building and modder shops that will can just fab your dreams. We pay insane rates for the UAW to make cars in large factories and it's just not going to be necessary in 10 years. They are gonna mandate EV's and we'll be out here just making mad-max style kit cars for half the cost of the dealers and factories.

[seat-safety-switch]

Everyone is afraid of China. And why shouldn’t they be? They have a large industrial base, paid for by American industrialists. They have a lot of money, given to them by American industrialists. And they have tiny, quirky cars, which I desire more than my next breath. It’s an unbeatable combo, and the only way to compete is to play a different game.

We are going to build mid-sized, boring sedans, and then sell them into the Chinese market in exchange for tiny quirky cars and exotic sports electrics. For our prototype, we have chosen to clone the Plymouth Volare. Panel gap is actually better than the original car by far, because we’ve used CNC machining (an old 3D printer we found in the dumpster, with a plasma cutter duct-taped to the end of it) to produce immaculate replicas of the original panel. And our welder is only high on modern synthetic drugs, not the impure and unpredictable strains of the 1960s. That means consistency, and a return on your investment.

Do we think that the Chinese market will buy these cars? There’s a pretty good chance. They sport a lot of features that every market wants. Four wheels. A steering wheel. A trunk. And if the doors are closed and the windows are rolled up, you probably won’t get wet in the rain.

Powertrain is a problem, we agree. It’s a lot of startup cost to open a factory that is capable of manufacturing to the precision tolerances required to produce an internal combustion engine. That’s why we picked the Volare. Those cars came with an un-killable slant-six engine. They’re so unkillable, actually, that we didn’t have to build new ones, just pull ‘em of the junkyard and spray-paint ‘em: they’re good to a few million kilometers, so there’s no need to actually do a rebuild. That’s recycling, which is environmentally friendly (if you don’t think too hard about what’s in the spray cans we’re using.)

Last, investors shouldn’t fret about trade secrets. While these cars haven’t been made for a half-century, there’s not enough of them left in existence to use as a reference to copy from. Any imitators will have to buy at least one of our cars, and maybe two or three, if our quality control doesn’t get better. That’s called guaranteed sales.

There’s been a lot of fear about American workers leaking secrets to China, as opposed to the more traditional format where American managers sell them in large chunks to China instead. Here at Switch Industries, we guarantee our investors that none of us know how to dial long distance. Half of our employees are too young to even have seen a phone, and they definitely don’t use email. Maybe a few of them might know how to switch to Pinyin on their computer keyboards, so we’ve pried the control key off of every keyboard in the office.

[callingacode]

What’s your ultimate medfet fantasy

So... This is going to be a long answer so prepare yourself. But first a bit of a background to me...

Despite my lack of relationship experience, When it comes to any sort of kink dynamics, I consider myself much much more of a "switch" and so alot of my ultimate fantasies when it comes to any sort of kink scenario are scenarios where i would be equally happy/fulfilled on either side, dominant/submissive, patient/doctor, owner/pet, caregiver/little etc... I have a very... Feminine interaction and relationship with kinks, whereby alot of what makes them fun is the emotions and intangible aspects of them that make them amazing. For a quick example (not an answer to the question), sure it's fun to give CPR to someone or to have it done on you, but what makes it REALLY hot is the urgency of CPR, the passion that goes into someone forcing a heart to beat, the intimacy of breathing for someone and closely watching and feeling their body for any improvement to their condition. So for me, any link scenario for me, is perfect where it brings out the exact emotions and feelings that I want expressed.

A good thing about cardiophillia and medfet at large is, I feel it has a lot of crossover to many other kinks I am into, and it becomes very very hard for me to describe a singular scenario as my absolute favourite.

Now, I'm not into dark cardiophillia stuff, and tbh I'm not into alot of "darker" kinks, like CNC, humiliation, degredation, torture... Stuff like that, I'm on the complete opposite end of the spectrum - I LOVE LOVE LOVE, the gentle tenderness and intimacy that (for medfet) comes with looking after someone and being looked after yourself. To be so closely looked after and monitored to make sure you're well looked after etc etc.

Off the back of that, I think, one of my favourite (purely fantasy) medfet scenarios, would be one of:

Recovery room/ICU after an extremely long and difficult surgery.

Either side of this scenario provides me the most emotional and physical fulfilment. Physically, all the different equipment that I am attached too, to monitor me and my heart, breathe for me (potentially), push different medications into me. Or, on the other side, it's going through and checking each of these machines individually, pushing different medications, checking for signs of recovery. All the different senses that that room would also fill in, hearing them, feeling them. If I was a nurse checking on you/the patient, maybe I'd also have to wear additional gowns/gloves when I go into the patients room. Maybe you're my only patient so your wellbeing and recovery becomes my sole responsibility. Every time I have to lean into you and gently press my stethoscope onto your chest, being especially delicate with you while I check your vitals...

In a scenario where it's just 1:1 patient to doctor/nurse, it's gets all the intimacy/gentle caring vibe and feelings that I love to receive and to give in kinks broadly.

This isn't the scenario I hold above all else, just one example that I feel would be able to emotionally and physically fulfill me - there are loads of others I could have described that would be emotionally/physically fulfilling in a very similar way, but this is just one where I feel it's easier to explain.

[electropneumatic]

I'm very good at "professionalism" I was trained from a young age. If I get an interview, I'm getting the job. I sit upright in my chair and wear a collared shirt and my employer thinks, "wow! She has a lot of passion for this role!" Buddy, you don't know the start of it. You don't even know my gender.

I'm OSHA certified. I got my 24-hour GD&T training. They can see this. What they don't see is me waxing poetical about surface finish or some shit on this website. When I was in 6th grade, I was exposed to Autodesk Inventor and it changed me fundamentally as a person. Whenever I look at any consumer good (of which there are a lot) I have to consider how it was made. And where the materials came from and how it got here and really the whole ass process. It's fascinating to me in a way that can be described as "intense". I love looking at large machines and thinking about them and taking pictures of them. There are so many steps and machines and people involved to create anything around you. I think if any person truly understood everything that happened in a single factory they would go insane with the knowledge. But by god am I trying. My uncle works specifically on the printers that print dates onto food. There are hundreds or even thousands of hyperspecific jobs like that everywhere. My employer looks away and I'm creating an unholy abomination of R and HTML, and I'm downloading more libraries so I can change the default CSS colors. I don't know anything about programming but with the power of stack overflow and sheer determination I'm making it happen. Is it very useful? No. But I'm learning a lot and more importantly I don't give a fuck. I'm learning about PLCs. I'm learing about CNC machines. I'm fucking with my laptop. I'm deleting SQL databases. I'm finding electromechanical pinball machines on facebook marketplace. I'm writing G-code by hand. I'm a freight train with no brakes. I'm moving and I'm moving fast. And buddy, you better hope I'm moving in the right direction. I must be, because all of my former employers give me stellar reviews when used as a reference. I'm winning at "career" and also in life.

[wheelcnclathe]

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To escape the constraints imposed by its depleted and unskilled workforce, from the 2000s Russia opted to import the most advanced, computer-controlled machines. These could not be purchased from China. Instead, Russia relied heavily on leading Western producers notably in Europe and in particular Siemens of Germany, which specializes in fully integrated manufacturing systems. This creates a heavy dependence on the West. But machine tools are capital equipment. The machine tool stock at Russia’s disposal is large and well-chosen. In the core area of machining, its tools are particularly modern. Pressing and forging equipment is on the whole older, in many cases upgraded cold war technology. But these are areas where technological advance has been least rapid. The most sophisticated machinery at Russia’s disposal is deployed in the areas of precision casting and foundry work. Meanwhile, the flow of new machines continues. Police authorities in Europe are now in the business of hunting down rogue German executives selling high-precision tools to Russia. Deliveries of highly sophisticated Swedish and German machinery continue via intermediaries in Turkey. And, most importantly, Russia is surging its import of CNC machinery from China and Taiwan. All told, Russia’s imports of CNC machine tools by the summer of 2023 were more than twice their prewar level. Even allowing for price increases, this is a substantial increase. If sanctions are to have any chance of working, this number needs to fall below pre-war levels.

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Mastering Woodworking with a CNC Router Machine: Unlocking Precision and Efficiency 

The CNC router machine for wood has emerged as an indispensable tool for modern woodworking. Whether crafting intricate designs or scaling up production, this advanced technology brings precision, speed, and creativity to the forefront. Among its many variations, the 5x10 CNC router stands out for its large working area and robust functionality. This article delves into the transformative impact of CNC router machines on woodworking and why they are a must-have in today’s workshops. 

What is a CNC Router Machine for Wood? 

A CNC (Computer Numerical Control) router machine for wood is a sophisticated device that automates cutting, engraving, and carving processes. By using computer-aided designs (CAD), it translates digital plans into precise physical creations. This machine eliminates the challenges of manual craftsmanship, ensuring flawless results even for the most complex patterns. 

Key Benefits: 

Unmatched Accuracy: Create intricate details with pinpoint precision. 

Time-Saving: Reduce production times significantly without compromising quality. 

Versatility: Handle diverse projects, from furniture making to decorative carvings. 

Consistency: Deliver identical results across multiple pieces, perfect for bulk production. 

Exploring the 5x10 CNC Router 

The 5x10 CNC router is a preferred choice for professionals who handle large-scale projects or work with oversized wooden sheets. Its generous 5-foot by 10-foot workspace allows for seamless execution of expansive designs, such as furniture panels, doors, and signage. 

Features of the 5x10 CNC Router: 

Ample Work Area: Ideal for cutting and engraving large materials without the need for piecing. 

Precision Mechanics: Designed to maintain accuracy over extended working hours. 

Tool Flexibility: Compatible with various attachments for added functionality, such as automated tool changers or multiple spindles. 

This model is particularly useful in industries where size and detail matter, such as interior design and furniture manufacturing. 

Applications of CNC Router Machines in Woodworking 

CNC router machines have diverse applications across various woodworking domains, including: 

Furniture Production: Create tables, chairs, cabinets, and other custom pieces with intricate designs. 

Interior Décor: Produce unique wooden wall panels, decorative moldings, and ceiling details. 

Architectural Designs: Craft custom doors, frames, and staircases with precision. 

Artisanal Creations: Design engraved artwork, personalized gifts, and one-of-a-kind decorative items. 

Sign Making: Build durable and aesthetically pleasing wooden signs with precision engravings. 

Why Choose a CNC Router Machine for Wood? 

Ease of Use: With user-friendly software and automated processes, CNC routers make complex projects manageable. 

Material Optimization: Reduce waste with precise cutting and carving. 

Scalable Production: Adaptable for one-off creations or large-scale manufacturing. 

Cost Efficiency: While an initial investment is required, long-term savings are achieved through reduced material waste and increased productivity. 

Conclusion 

The CNC router machine for wood is a technological marvel that combines precision, versatility, and efficiency to revolutionize woodworking. Its ability to automate complex tasks while maintaining artistic integrity makes it an invaluable asset for both seasoned professionals and hobbyists. The 5x10 CNC router, with its expansive workspace, is especially suited for tackling large and detailed projects. Whether you aim to craft fine furniture or intricate designs, investing in a CNC router ensures that your woodworking ventures achieve excellence with every cut and carve. 

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Mastering Woodworking with the Router Table 4x8: Elevate Your Craft with Precision and Versatility 

In the world of woodworking, achieving professional-grade results relies heavily on having the right tools at your disposal. Among these tools, the router table 4x8 stands out as an essential piece of equipment for both novice and experienced woodworkers. This article explores the features, benefits, and applications of a router table while also comparing it to the increasingly popular desktop CNC machine. 

What is a Router Table 4x8? 

A router table 4x8 is a large woodworking device designed to support a router, enabling it to make precise cuts and shapes in various materials. The "4x8" designation refers to the dimensions of the tabletop, providing ample space for handling large workpieces. This expansive surface allows for increased stability and control, essential for executing detailed woodworking tasks. 

Benefits of Using a Router Table 4x8 

Enhanced Stability and Control: The larger size of a router table provides a stable working environment, which helps minimize vibrations and errors during the routing process. This stability is particularly beneficial when working with intricate designs or larger boards. 

Versatile Applications: Router tables are incredibly versatile and can perform numerous tasks, such as shaping edges, creating grooves, and making joinery cuts. With adjustable speeds and heights, you can tailor your routing operations to suit various woodworking projects. 

Improved Safety: Operating a router table significantly reduces the risk of injury compared to using a handheld router. The secure positioning of the workpiece minimizes kickback and enhances user safety, allowing for a more focused and productive work environment. 

Compatibility with Different Router Bits: A router table 4x8 is designed to accommodate a wide range of router bits. This flexibility enables woodworkers to explore diverse techniques and styles, facilitating the creation of unique designs and finishes. 

Comparing Router Tables and Desktop CNC Machines 

Both the router table 4x8 and desktop CNC machines have their merits, and understanding their differences can help you choose the right tool for your needs. 

Precision and Automation 

Desktop CNC machines excel in precision and automation, making them ideal for detailed and repetitive tasks. These machines use computer-controlled settings to execute intricate designs with high accuracy, which can be especially beneficial for commercial woodworking applications. However, they often require significant upfront investment and time to master the software. 

Hands-On Flexibility 

In contrast, a router table 4x8 offers a more hands-on approach, allowing for immediate adjustments and manual control over the routing process. This hands-on experience fosters creativity, enabling woodworkers to experiment with different techniques and designs. The tactile nature of routing can enhance the enjoyment of woodworking and lead to innovative results. 

Selecting the Right Router Table 4x8 

When choosing a router table, keep these considerations in mind: 

Build Quality: Select a router table with a sturdy construction that can handle regular use. A solid base will contribute to the table's durability and stability during operations. 

Ease of Use: Look for features like adjustable heights, clear measurements, and intuitive controls that simplify your workflow. A user-friendly design is crucial for maximizing efficiency and effectiveness in your woodworking projects. 

Included Accessories: Many router tables come with valuable accessories such as fences, dust collection ports, and miter gauges. These tools can enhance your routing capabilities and improve the accuracy of your cuts. 

Conclusion 

A router table 4x8 is an invaluable addition to any woodworking shop, providing a perfect blend of stability, versatility, and safety. While desktop CNC machine offer advanced precision and automation, the hands-on experience of using a router table can inspire creativity and innovation in your projects. By understanding the benefits and features of a router table, you can elevate your woodworking skills and bring your creative visions to life. Embrace the possibilities that a router table 4x8 offers, and take your woodworking craft to new heights. 

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