#Foam Continuous Press Machine

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training season II Lucy Bronze x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1140

summary: Lucy and you're married, but she still wants to impress you especially during gym sessions with the team.

a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, we hope you enjoy it as much as we did while writing the oneshot.

Staying focused.

That was always your priority when you were in the gym with your Barcelona teammates.

Your hands were getting sweaty as you did your last set of leg presses on the machine.

Alexia did the same exercises next to you. You liked being in her presence, she always made sure you pushed yourself.

But today, she seemed distracted, pausing in the middle of her set.

“Y/n, your wife…“, she said into the silence.

“What about her?“, you huffed as you pushed the weight with your legs once again.

Alexia rolled her eyes: “She’s annoying.“

“Annoying, huh?“, you laughed. You set your feet down and turned towards your wife.

“Look.“ Alexia nodded in her direction and resumed her exercises.

Lucy was in the middle of the floor, doing push-ups in rapid succession.

You smirked: “Luce is trying to impress.“

“I wonder who she’s trying to impress here. It’s definitely not us.“, Mapi teased. She was sitting on a gymnastic ball and grinned at you.

You shrugged innocently: “Who knows.“

Still, your gaze subconsciously drifted back to your wifes biceps.

“Pretty obvious.“, Alexia concluded with a raised eyebrow.

On the order side of the gym, Lucy looked over to Mariona who was next to her on the floor, massaging her muscles with a foam roller.

“Mario, is she looking?“

“Yes, and everyone else too.“, the midfielder replied, sounding bored.

Patri joined the conversation, letting herself drop on the mat next to Mariona: “Also you know that this rooms isn’t that huge and everyone can hear you, right, Lucia?“

“Shut up.“, Lucy replied jokingly.

The younger player just shrugged: “Your wife doesn’t look too impressed so far.“

Lucy frowned as she looked over towards you: “It’s because Alexia and Mapi keep distracting her.“

“Or you need to do something more impressive.“, Mariona suggested.

The defender stopped doing push-ups and considered her teammate for a moment: “I think I have an idea for that.“

She got up, moved over towards a pull-up bar and started doing pull-ups. No break between the exercises, just steady and quick movements over and over again. The veins in her forearms started to protrude and her breathing pattern was off,

You could tell when your wife was overdoing it.

“Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze!“, you called her.

She let go of the bar and dropped to her feet: “Yes?“

The smile on her face let you know that she got what she wanted. Your attention.

“Sarina Wiegman would kill you if she saw you doing that!“, you warned her. It was a running gag between the two of you. Her national team coach was always worried about Lucy doing too much at her age.

Your wife shrugged: “She’s not here though!“

“Still, that’s why we won the world cup against your team, you never listen to the advice your coach gives you.”, you remarked with the hands demonstrative on your hips.

“Excuse me what?!”, she replied, in an attempted scandalized tone.

“You heard me.”, you countered smirking.

“You know that’s a lie. You were just lucky.”, Lucy protested, despite her playful annoyance, her green eyes lit up during your banter, there were only a few things she enjoyed more than this.

“Yes, it was. But maybe you should focus more on your running than your arms.”, you continued, the smirk on your lips deepened as you padded her shoulder, feeling the muscles working underneath the skin.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”, the defender pouted. Although she clearly enjoyed that you finally touched her.

“Oh, nothing.”, you answered innocently.

“You couldn’t go a day without touching my biceps.”, your wife responded confidently, flexing said body part to underline what she just said.

“In fact, y/n already touched it.”, Mapi observed with a cheeky smile on her face. Obviously, the heavily tattooed Spaniard was on her side.

“Mapi!”, you scolded only half-heartedly.

“See? Maybe you should work on your arms instead.”, Lucy gave you one of her winning grins.

“Rude. Gym session is over though, so it’s time for training and there I want to see you run.”, you reminded her winking.

“Don’t worry. I’ll try to tackle you not too hard.”, the older woman promised snorting.

Watching you two from the distance Alexia turned curiously to the other English player in the room:” Keira? Were they always like that?”

“Yeah, we’re lucky that we’re in training otherwise they’d start making out.”, Keira made gagging noises.

“That sounds like them.”, the captain admitted.

“It’s weird.”, the red-haired midfielder told her teammate.

“It’s not!”, Lucy  promptly shot back.

“Oh, thought you were too busy flirting with your wife.”, Keira mocked her.

“She’s very sensitive about it.”, you explained quickly.

“Lucia?”, Mapi called your wife.

“Huh?”, she looked up to her.

“Let’s see who’s the first one on the training pitch!”, the Spanish woman proposed to the older player who never said no to a challenge.

“Obviously me!”, Lucy yelled excitedly, before the two of them start running, leaving everyone else behind them, almost crashing into a staff member while doing so.

“I won’t let you win, you impressed your wife enough.”, you could hear Mapi shout at her.

With a loud sigh Ingrid wrapped her arm around your shoulders, while you both walked in a normal pace to the training pitch:” They don’t belong to us, y/n.”

“Of course not.”, you agreed smiling.

“No, we always know they’re your two idiots.”, Alexia shook her head.

Watching your wife and teammate race each other, you sighed: “Yeah okay, they are.“

“See.“ Alexia gave you a told-you-so-look that you chose to ignore.

On the other side of the pitch, Lucy announced proudly: “I was first!“

“No, you weren’t.“, Mapi disagreed, pouting.

Lucy lowered her voice: “Shhh, don’t tell anyone.“

The Spanish defender let out a laugh, her gaze shifting in your direction: “I’m sure your wife still loves you anyway.“

“I do.“, you confirmed, wrapping her arms around your wifes waist as you arrived on the pitch.

She turned towards you, looking directly at you: “Just for the record, we were here at the same time.“

You nodded slowly: “Sure, love.“

Lucy considered you for a moment. With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered: “I can’t wait to go home with you later…“

Keira grimaced in disgust: “Too much information.“

“Sorry.“, you grinned innocently. You took a step back from your wife. There was still a light training session to be done and you needed to focus on that.

But the truth was, you could not wait to go home either.

You would never admit it but yes, it worked. You were, in fact, impressed by her silly antics.

Even after years of marriage, your gaze always found her in every room.

There was no need to impress you, she always had your attention.

[srvbryn]

Luke Castellan. Bath

Luke Castellan X f!reader FLUFF

Summary: taking a break from everything = a bath with Luke

Warning: casual intimacy, DIALOGUES AND A LOT OF DIALOGUES

A/n: having sm fun playing claw machine tdy I almost forgot to post something

Luke gently runs his fingers through your hair as warm water envelops both of you. "You know, this is my favorite way to spend time with you," he says with a soft smile.

You chuckle, "Never thought a bath could be this relaxing."

He presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "It's not just the bath, it's the company."

You lean back into him, sighing. "Your company makes everything better."

Luke smirks playfully. "Well, I aim to please. How about a shoulder massage to complete the relaxation?"

"Sounds perfect," you reply, closing your eyes and enjoying the blissful moment.

As Luke continues to massage your shoulders, the sound of gently splashing water surrounds you. His presence and the warmth of the bath create a calming atmosphere, and his touch is soothing.

"You carry so much tension," Luke remarks, his fingers skillfully working out the knots in your muscles.

"I guess life has been a bit stressful lately," you admit, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders, metaphorically and physically.

He leans down, pressing a series of soft kisses along your neck. "Well, consider this a break from all of that. Just you, me, and the calming embrace of warm water."

You turn to face him, meeting his eyes with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Luke. This is exactly what I needed."

He grins, his warm brown eyes reflecting genuine affection. "Anything for you, my love."

As you relax back into his arms, you feel the caress of his fingers drawing patterns on your skin. "You know," he begins, his voice low and intimate, "you fit so perfectly into my mess of world."

You chuckle softly. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make my world feel so calm and complete."

Luke places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, here's to unexpected blessings and finding comfort in each other."

Luke playfully splashes some water, creating a small ripple in the tub. "Hey, watch out for the tidal wave!"

You giggle, swatting playfully at the water. "Careful, Poseidon Jr. I'm not ready to be swept away just yet."

He grins, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I make no promises. I am the son of the sea, after all."

Luke reaches for a bottle of bath bubbles. "How about a foam beard?" he suggests, starting to create a fluffy bubble on his face.

You burst into laughter. "A true demigod fashion statement."

He winks, his foam beard turning into a grin. "I think it suits me. What do you think?"

You play along, mimicking his foam beard. "I don't know, it's a tough competition between you and Neptune."

Luke bursts into laughter, and soon, the both of you exchanging giggles and splashes.

You chuckle, feeling a lightness in your heart. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?"

He nods, his expression softening. "The best surprises often involve you."

[lokisgoodgirl]

Stiff | [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You have an unexpected pupil in the yoga studio. And he's wearing very tight pants. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. (w/c 2.4k)

Bend your leg in front of your body, extending the other behind, and lean forward- You complied with the voice in your ear, fingertips crawling forwards up the soft pile beyond your yoga mat. Despite best efforts, your mind was wandering to baser things. To a certain dark-haired daydream in leather with an ass that wouldn't quit. Feel the stretch in your hips, through your glutes. Reach further. Breathe in- The shutters of your mind rolled down to the tone of the voice. And out.

And then, for no particular reason, you lifted your forehead from the mat.

“Hello, Agent” Loki mouthed silently from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, cocky. You could tell he had emphasised the second part of his opening gambit. The Australian accented man in your ears continued to tell you to breathe. Helpful, thank you; you thought, seeing Loki’s eyes narrow. He tilted his head, curious; one shoulder resting jauntily with his arms crossed. Despite his expectant closed-lipped grin, the god looked worn. Dark curls had been smoothed back in a hurry, his leather battle-coat hanging around crossed ankles. It was dirty. With a nod of acknowledgement, you lowered your head again, pressing the skin further into the foam. Shit. You looked like shit. The big guns never came to the supplementary activities parts of the gym, away from the weights and machines – everyone knew that. Occasionally Bruce, who never made it past the first round of barre. But Loki? Never. Noting the fact your heart was pounding like you’d done twenty on the treadmill, you unfurled your spine. Out the corner of your eye, you saw him straighten. You brought the extended limb behind you back in front, crossing your legs in a basket in a move you hoped looked graceful. If Wanda could see you now, she’d wet herself with laughter. Removing one of your earphones, you rolled your shoulders. “Can I help you, Laufeyson?” Loki chuckled, clasping his hands ceremonially behind his back. “Yes, actually. Rogers said I might find you tucked away in here.” “Well...here I am” you said, the slight tremor in your voice making you wince. A quick switch of the legs bought you a few moments of feigned concentration. You focused straight ahead, preparing to lower. All you could see from the corner of your eye was the thick leather of Loki’s boots beneath his stoic form, the skin glinting. Silence was deafening. You turned your head slightly, seeing his beautiful lips parted, ready to release.

“I was hoping I could join you in this,” he gestured whimsically in your direction, “venture.”

“I didn’t think yoga was your thing,” you laughed incredulously, flinching as your hip flexors objected. He curled an errant strand behind his ear, looking down with a puff of mirth. “It’s not, truth be told,” Loki said with a wisp of darkness. He looked up with a targeted smoulder. “But Agent," he purred, "you would not believe how stiff I am beneath these leathers.”

You blinked. Is he for fucking real right now? You let your eyes track over Loki’s earnest face, waiting for the sly smirk of mockery that always accompanied his innuendos. “The mission,” he said bluntly, raising his eyebrows. All you could muster was a slow nod, pursing your lips against the shameful desire building in your yoga pants. If this is actually happening, you thought as you mapped the fan of Loki’s lashes while he inspected his nails, I will never ask for anything from god ever again. Suddenly, you frowned. “You’ll have to change. Even you would struggle to pull off these moves in leather.” “I assure you, there is nothing I can do naked that I cannot do in leather, pet” he purred with a wink. The familiar smirk began to tug at the corner of his mouth. And there it is. You rolled your eyes while Loki paced over the cream carpet, leaving huge muddy boot-prints in his wake. “But be that as it may,” he said, glancing back at the trail with mild interest, “these battle garments are rather filthy. And I know how Roger feels about filth in his gym.”

Against your better judgement, you let your eyes linger as green flames began to lick at Loki’s leather soles. It rolled upwards with aching precision, perfectly formed bare toes revealed like a portal beneath the boots.

Tight, luxurious fabric appeared above muscled knees, and then his thighs; soaring upwards. The fabric was painted to him. Every inch of seidr revealed more of Loki Laufeyson than you had ever seen before, and by god – you didn’t hate it. A simple tank top covered his chest, sleeves cutting to expose his arms. Firm. Biteable. With a self-satisfied flex of his shoulders, the magic’s edges met above his head, melting into itself while it breezed newly glossed curls. “Much better,” he smirked, while you stared mutely. The god stood as if waiting for appraisal, the pair of simple cropped yoga pants snug and low on his hips. And tight. He stretched up, bending theatrically from side to side.

Deep valleys of muscle strained at the edges of the waistband, sitting shamelessly low above his pelvis. Cum gutters, you thought intrusively, before shaking it from your mind. With growing horror, you realised that you were now irrevocably slick beneath your gym gear. Hot, and sticky. The trousers Loki wore held a silky sheen, tight to his bulging thighs that shifted like water as he stepped closer. You might have been less flustered if he’d been naked.

Don’t look at his cock, you begged. Fabric stretched and strained over the ripple of his femurs, clinging to his chiselled body in mouth-watering detail. Don’t look at his cock. He stopped several feet away, rocking on his heels while long fingers pressed the deep carving of muscle –cum gutters- leading down to his- “So tell me, Agent, where do you want me?” “Anywhere” you choked, immediately cursing yourself as you swallowed your spit. Loki chuckled, a second yoga mat unfurling on the floor beside your own from thin air. “Wonderful,” he said quietly. Taking several deep breaths, you closed your eyes. Re-centre. Act like he’s just a normal- You glanced to the side. He was staring expectantly, like you were an idiot. His proud brow, furrowed. “I require tutelage. I thought that was plain.”

Loki sat on his knees, palms resting gently on those enormous thighs concealed beneath exotic fabric. The creases of his abdominal muscles heaved gently with every tight breath beneath the vest. “Oh,” you said incredulously, brain catching up with your ears. “You’re serious.” Loki scoffed, brushing his hair back. A plain hairband appeared, holding it away from his face. “Agent, really. When have you ever known me not to be serious.” You felt the sides of your mouth twitch, mirroring his own. “Okay, this next one can be tough if you’re a beginner...and especially if you’re stiff-” Loki smirked, as you continued. “-you need to put your elbows on the floor, like this. And then widen your hips like...like this,” It may have been your imagination, but you were sure that Loki’s lingering stare weighed heavy on your ass as you spread wide. But, after a pause, your student did as he was asked. Shamefully, all you could think of as his thick forearms hit the mat was how they would look on either side of your head as he fucked you into the floor. How the veins would harden and strain, just like they were now. You swallowed, tracking the trail of his knees as he easily slid his legs apart. Down went his hips, sinking deeper. The dents of his ass clung to the sweatpants like a second skin, every ripple of solid flesh making it crease maddeningly as he shifted into position. His calf was centimetres from your own, fine hairs ghosting your skin. “Very good,” you chirped unconvincingly. “I feel a tightness, a fire...a...uhhh - Norns, it smarts,” Loki groaned, clenching and unclenching his fists against the mat. The knuckles whitened while his hips rocked back and forth. You bit your lip to halt a whine as he cursed under his breath in some unknown tongue, crotch edging closer to the floor.

“Don’t overdo it,” you heard yourself chide. “You wouldn’t want to pull anything down there.”

While he stared at the floor, you saw one side of his dimples flash. But he said nothing. There was a low sound, gentle thuds thwapping in time with his movements. His cock, you realised; eyes widening while you tried to hold it together. His cock hitting the mat. Was he not wearing underwear? He couldn’t be. Not in those pants, you smirked. “What next, in this ludicrous display of mortal contortion?” Loki huffed, the clench of his abs visible through the deep loop of a vest armhole. You needed to stop staring or you’d put your neck out. “You’re the one moaning,” you quipped, sinking lower. The mess in your panties seemed to grow hotter as your thighs widened, aching with a need to be filled. As Loki’s eyes peered over his shoulder, your lower belly collapsed in on itself like a black hole. He squinted. A warning. Careful, it said. “Bring your toes together behind you, like a frog” you said cheerfully, hoping he couldn’t smell the desperation. “Like a what?” Loki scoffed, drawing his feet together to make a triangle. It was your turn to let out a snort. “You know what a frog is, I know you do. Thor’s told that story a thousand times.” Loki was silent, but you could tell he was smiling. A wave of regret rose in your belly, suddenly realising what came next.

“Now push your hips forward in a, um, a rolling motion.” “Demonstration, teacher.” Loki commanded it, every syllable enunciated. Soldiers standing to attention. Balanced one forearm, the god tilted his chin towards you. The luxe material of his vest draped perfectly against his broad chest, dripping against the muscles. Your stomach flipped. Slowly, whoreishly, you began to push your hips forwards. And then back. And then forwards. It had never occurred to you before, how suggestive this pose was. Or perhaps it was the company. The corner of Loki’s lip curled. “Ah,” he hummed darkly, “now that, I can do.” Your eyes locked, the depths of his swirling irises disappearing behind pools of black. His cheekbones seemed sharper, every line on his face smoothed as his chest heaved. Suddenly, you pushed yourself back to sit on your heels. “You know what, let’s move on.” Loki frowned. “Just when I was about to shine, how typical.”

Feeling heat blossoming in a slow crawl up your neck, you leant back with your calves still tucked beneath you. Your forearms rested on the floor, lowering your back flat. “Try this one,” you panted, waiting for him to join.

From this angle, there was no hiding the majesty of his appearance. The angle of his jaw, sharp with taut skin pulled against that ridiculous bone structure. The curve of his shoulder muscles, the way they squeezed together beneath the shirt as he lowered on those forearms. Every ridge and pocket of his body was ferocious masculinity, wrapped in luminous skin and those damn yoga pants. “What are those made of?” you nodded casually towards the pants unfit for human consumption as he lay flat on the ground beside you. Mirthril, probably; you thought. The timing was impeccable, just as the considerable bulge of his legendary cock pressed up against the fabric. You swallowed, swearing it twitched. “The finest Asgardian workmanship, I assure you” he winked, noting the place your stare rested. You rolled your eyes. “The pants,” you said, feeling the burn in your face. Loki chuckled. “Bamboo, I think.”

Bamboo. “Okay, raise your arms above your head, and hold on to your elbows,” you muttered, taking a deep breath as the stretch consumed you. You suddenly wondered if your arousal had soaked through your gusset. Loki moaned in pleasure, naturally thrusting up into the pose. “Good,” you breathed, watching in awe as the bamboo clung against the tense bulge of his thighs. As the perfect mound of his manhood appeared in perfect clarity. The waistband pinched his hips, shirt riding up. Veins at the crease of his pelvis wound up to his obliques. Thrusting upwards, you let out a grunt, immediately pressing your lips together. You glanced to the side. Loki’s chin was tilted to the ceiling, teeth gritted. The line of his cheekbone was a dagger, hollowed down to lips parted in concentration. His eyes were shut, a slight slant of his brows making you feel light headed. You thrust upwards again. “And, lower,” you gasped. Loki’s ass hit the yoga mat with a firm thump that shook the floorboards. Instinctually, your arms raised above your head, serotonin finding its way to every synapse of your brain. The sound of Loki’s shallow breaths filled the air. Like we’ve fucked, you smiled as your fingers wandered against the carpet. Suddenly, your skin met another's. You turned your face, meeting the god’s piercing stare. He didn’t look relaxed. He looked- -horny. Wordlessly your fingertips brushed together. Just enough to tingle. The scent of warm musk from Loki’s exposed armpit filled your nostrils. Dark and deep and moreish like summer rain on last autumn's leaves. His lashes fluttered down, before he bit his lip. You smiled. And that was all he needed. In a flash, you found yourself caged beneath one arm on the mat. His fingers spread by your shoulder, the warmth of his breath shrouding you in every daydream you had ever entertained about the allusive god of mischief.

“Oh, Agent” Loki purred, nuzzling against your cheek, “you think I have not noticed you?” You opened your mouth before silently closing it again. Loki’s eyes searched yours, “I have noticed you,” he murmured. He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, before his tongue slipped past parted lips.

"Longed for you," he moaned quietly into your open mouth.

Your fingers slid into the base of his neck, winding in his hair; pulling him closer with a groan of relief. Messy curls fell around your face, trapped in fingers and lips and teeth. The heat from his bare skin, the weight of him pressing down, even a little, was heaven. After what felt like aeons, he broke from you; panting. A line of saliva strung from his bottom lip, landing on your chin. “Rogers doesn’t allow filth in his gym, remember-r?” you giggled nervously, cut off by a loud gasp as Loki’s palm pressed up against your clit. You could feel the slick between your thighs seep against his fingers. The fat, rigid meat of his cock pressing into your hip. Thrusting gently. Like he couldn't help himself. “Oh, Agent” Loki chuckled, taking his time with a lingering crawl of his eyes down your strewn body and back again. “I’m not sure you and Rogers are talking about the same kind of filth.” He wet his lips.

The walls of the yoga studio pulsed in a bright green flame, before fading. “But be that as it may,” the god smouldered, as you realised with a thrill that the room had been silenced, “what Rogers doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

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[chubstiger]

Teacher! Nanami x Teacher! Reader

Warnings: just fluff all the way~ just a smedge of smexyness

The bell rings, signaling that school was over. But it was a cloudy and rainy day. You dread to go outside after finishing marking paperwork for today.

Once you have finished, you packed your items into your bag and headed down to the front doors. You checked your bag to see if you have your umbrella, and it does not seem like it. You sighed in annoyance. "Damn it... Gotta make a run for it." You prepped up to go to cover your head to run towards a shelter for a bit. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up to see a black umbrella, blinking in surprise. You turned to see the culprit. It was Nanami from Class-A who was the home room teacher.

"You'll get sick if you run out there." He stated out as he went under the umbrella as well. "We go the same way, after all. I'll share it with you."

"Ah, thank you, Nanami-san." You blushed a bit. You didn't expect this outcome at all. He was such a gentleman from the rumors and stories about him, except to the other teacher; Gojo-san. "You didn't have to."

"Nonsense, I wanted to." He replied back with a gentle smile. Your heart beated as you nodded to him. Both of you stepped off out to the rain without getting wet, thanks to his umbrella. You couldn't help but think that sharing the item means that only lovers would do. You hoped for a chance with him. But you never know with him. You can't tell what he was thinking. As you two continue to walk, you strike up the courage to start a conversation. Nanami was enjoying the time you two are spending together. He never had the chance to say a word to you at school because of how busy it is. Especially close to exam time. When he first saw you, you took his breath away at the ceremony for new teachers. He respected your work and work ethics later on in life.

You were nervous about walking beside each other. What ifs come to mind, hoping you won't turn him off from even forming a conversation with you. Then you notice you were close to your place. Disappointed, you stopped and turned to him. "This is my place. Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me!" You beamed at him.

He smiled lightly, "It's no problem, L/N- san."

"Well, you should probably head off. You probably have someone waiting home for you, huh?" You shyly said to him, hoping there wasn't anyone.

He chuckled, "No, I have no one at home." You inwardly sighed in relief. Maybe this would be your one chance!

"Then...would you like to have some coffee before you go?" You offered, blushing. Nanami heart beated as he surprisingly to you, agreed to it quickly. You led him to your door and opened it timidly. You were semi-shaking about inviting him in. Your secret crush is gonna be inside, and luckily, you cleaned the house before you left for work. Going inside as you opened the door, you gestured him in. Taking off your shoes, he followed suit. "Make yourself at home, Nanami-san. I'll make some coffee." You stepped to your kitchen as he nodded to you, moving to the living area. He gently sat on the love seat and undo his tie a bit. He was nervous. You made the first move, and he felt that he should make the other soon.

You took off your work jacket and started the coffee machine. You breathed, shaking a bit. 'Stay calm, girl. You can do this!' You thought. Unbuttoning the first two studs near the collar, you were showing some skin for him to see. Slight cleavage peaking out. You grind the beans, and placed in the holder. You pressed it down to flatten it and locked it into the machine. Finally, the hot water dripped down into two medium size cups. You foam a cup of milk into the streamer. Once the coffee stops dripping, you took the cups and filled foamed milk with it little by little making a swan pattern. Satisfied with your work, you finally place it onto a tray and walked to the living room. You saw him sitting there, with his jacket off and tie loose. 'Whoa...' You cleared your throat to make yourself known. "The coffee is done." You place his cup in front of him with a coaster place on the bottom. Nanami was shocked at the display.

"Amazing! You did this?" He uttered impressed. You nodded, from the compliment.

"I'm planning to open a cafe in the future..." You shyly replied as you sat down next to him. Nanami stared at you, softly, and obviously looked down seeing your cleavage. He gulped, and turned away to grabbed his cup, taking a small sip of it. It was delicious!

"This is wonderful. Thank you for the coffee." He spoke up and you nodded. There was a silent moment as you two drank the coffee. It was nerve-wracking.

"L/n-san...

"Nanami-san, I-" you both uttered out and then chuckled. "You can go first, L/n-san."

"Please, call me Y/N."

"Than call me Kento." He agreed.

"I....I liked you from the moment I saw you, w-would you go out with me...?" You questioned timidly. Kento blinked and then sighed in relief. He placed down his cup and inch towards you. He grabbed your hands in his and nodded.

"I would love too. You can say you took my breath away when I first saw you as well." He admitted with a chuckle. You found yourself giddy with excitement. Cheering inwardly, you squeezed his hands, content with his answer.

"Thank you for agreeing." You spoke with a blush.

He brushed the piece of hair out of your face as he replied, "No, thank you for wanting me."

Fin.

[violetsiren90]

Blame Me (Teaser) | Jungkook/Reader

Pairing: Jungkook/Noona Reader (fem reader)

Genre: Best friend's younger brother; slow burn; friends to lovers; eventual romance; eventual smut; neighbors/childhood friends au; forbidden(ish) love; summer love

Summary: Upon returning to your hometown after breaking off your engagement to your boyfriend of three years, you reconnect with your childhood bestfriend as you attempt to put the pieces of your life back together. It seems like nothing has changed in the sleepy little town until your bestie's younger brother returns home from college - very, very grown. As the summer stretches on, the stakes get higher - can you play with fire without getting burned, or have you ignited a flame that won't be extinguished?

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); age-gap relationship (between consenting adults); lots of fluff; explicit smut (chapters will have their own warnings); secret relationships; angsty moments; messy situations/relationships; JK on a motorcycle; working through insecurities

Release date: Mid-late May

Author's note: Hello! This will be my first time posting a full-fledged chapter-installment fic here, but I'm excited because I've had this concept brewing in the back of my mind for a while now and BTS Chapter 2 Jungkook, with his curly hair and all his flirty little lives has me soft AF 😂🥰. After launching chapter one, I'm aiming to update twice a month. The teaser below is just a snippet of an interaction to give you a feel for their dynamic.

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He slug his leg over the bike and settled in, hands on the bars, and flashed a smile over at you that made you suspect he knew just how good he looked sitting there in all that denim.

"C'mon, noona!" He urged, rolling his wrist to rev the engine as his booted foot kicked up the stand. You had never been on a motorcycle before, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were a little terrified of the idea of flying down the road so exposed and precariously perched.

"I don't know, Jungkook..." you wavered, crossing your arms over your chest but advancing a step or two to examine the machine humming under his weight. As you roved your eyes uncertainly over the bike, he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you gently but firmly to him. 

"Don't you trust me?" He cooed, batting his long lashes over the most obnoxiously irresistible pair of puppy eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" you chided. He continued to look at you exactly like that. You sighed in defeat.

"Fine," you mumbled, and he let out a laugh, turning to grab the helmet perched behind him and press it over your head before you could protest. You narrowed your eyes at him, your hair pinned sloppily between the two pads of foam squishing together your cheeks. He stared at you for a moment then burst into a fit of laughter.

"Hey!" you whined, but it was hard to be mad at him with his eyes pressed into little crescent moons and his smile so wide and so gloriously blinding as he held his sides and rocked to and fro like a cartoon character. You smiled a small smile in spite of yourself.

"Okay, okay," you sighed, "I know I look dumb, but that was a bit much, don't you think?" Still smiling brightly and chuckling he reached over and buckled the strap under your chin, then patted the top of the helmet.

"Jolla gwiyeobda!" He giggled, tapping your nose. You felt a flush creep over your face and neck which he seemed blessedly oblivious to as he guided you up behind him onto the bike. As soon as your body made contact with the seat, gravity, that crafty bitch, pulled your hips down snugly against his ass, your thighs sliding firmly against the outsides of his own. You kept your hands gingerly on his shoulders as you activated every muscle in your core in an attempt to sit upright. He pulled a helmet over his mop of curls before plucking your hands from his shoulders to guide them around his waist, pulling your chest flush against his torso.

"Tighter, noona!" You could hear the smirk in his voice. This kid. He damn well better not be able to feel your heart beating at a million miles an hour into his back, you thought to yourself in mild distress.

"Like this?" you asked squeezing harder around his waist, and trying your absolute level best to ignore the definition and firmness of his muscles beneath your touch. He hummed in assent. You could still hear that damn smirk.

One rev.

Two revs.

You pressed your eyes shut and curled your head into his back.

He let out a bright peel of laughter.

And then suddenly, you were gliding forward. Faster and faster. You peeked an eye open to discover that in a few short seconds, you had already almost cleared the neighborhood. You cut through the warm evening air like bullet as trees and quaint suburban homes gave way to rolling fields of fertile green. As your broke into the open farmland, your breath caught in your throat. These were the same planes and hills that had met you for years, and yet it was as if you had never really seen them, not until now - with nothing but the wind between you and all of it, the swells of the earth and the sunset. Is this what it felt like to fly? Every ounce of trepidation in your body had been replaced with a euphoric thrill. Did he feel it too? Suddenly he let out a whooping howl that you could barely hear above the roar of the air whipping around you.

Yeah, he must feel it. You smiled. He had before said that sometimes freedom was just hitting the ground running. He said that sometimes you had to take risks to remind yourself that you were alive. As you pressed your cheek into the strong warmth of his back, you began to think you might have a thing or two to learn. And he might be the one to teach you.

-End teaser-

[malecardio]

Cold Shock

M/M - Semi SFW (minor NSFW detail)

Part 7 - Final

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Desperately scanning the room, Austin locates a large trolley holding an AED, alongside an array of other equipment. He quickly wipes the foam from Kerians mouth before pulling the trolley over. Pressing a button, the AED emits a tone followed by a monotone robotic voice - "Attach pads to patient's bare chest". Austin tears the included package in half and pulls the pads apart, positioning one just above Keiran's left pec and the pressing the other against his ribs on the right. Plugging the wire into the machine, Austin is commanded to stand clear as the AED analyses Keiran's erratic heartbeat...

"Shock not advised, continue CPR."

With those words Austin jumps back on Keiran's chest, fuelled by desperation. The boy's ribs bend beneath his hands as his chest is repeatedly assaulted, each compression forcing a faint whisp of air from Keiran's mouth. After 30 chest compressions, Austin once again seals his mouth against his boyfriend's lips and blows a deep breath into his lungs.

The AED breaks it's silence with a tone followed by "Shock advised, do not touch the patient". Nervously, Austin places his finger on the shock button as the AED charges. A few second later, he releases the shock.

Keiran's slim body jerks as his chest twitches, his arms slightly bouncing at his side.

Analysing...

Shock not advised, check for a pulse.

Leaping towards his boyfriend, Austin harshly presses two fingers into Keiran's neck and is met with a faint pulse.

"I knew you could do it Keiran!" He whispers, lifting Keiran's limp torso in his arms and holding him close, feeling the boy's shakey breath against his neck.

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This marks the end of the "Cold Shock" series, I hope you enjoyed! This was my first time writing for other people to read so I apologise if it has mistakes. Let me know if you want to see more, my asks are always open!!

[unchataparis]

Don't

Liladrien Week 2024 | Day Four: Solitude

Lila’s heels clatter against the cobblestone as she walks. When she brings her left foot down at an awkward angle, the stiletto point of her shoe dives into a crevice in the ground and nearly brings her off balance. But, elegantly, surely, Lila throws her weight in the opposite direction, manages to regain her balance, manages to not break her angle, and continues on.

It’s a cool night, not a cold one, but the brisk wind and the light rain make it feel as if it should be chillier than it really is. Along Lila’s arms, goosebumps are raised. Her dark red backless minidress looks good and costs a pretty penny, but doesn’t really do anything against the elements. Along Lila’s flank is an embossed black mini bag, containing her phone, her wallet, cosmetics, and nothing else.

Her reflection drifts alongside her in darkened windows and the glossy hoods of cars as she walks. Above, the sky is the shade of David Lynch’s Blue Velvet (1987). Lila could see cars in the distance. Lampposts flicker in and out.

Lila is far from the heart of Paris.

Ah, Paris, this lonely, dark, arrogant city. With its enviable history and funny people. Lila will never get over the way they pronounce gin . Seriously, walk up to a French person and ask them to pronounce gin.

Lila hasn’t been back in Paris for a long, long time, and she plans to thoroughly enjoy her temporary sojourn.

At the edge of an industrial complex, constructed at the mouth of a sprawling car park, is a closed travel agent’s office. Lila approaches the dim stairs that lead to the second floor above it and climbs.

Upstairs, it’s much warmer and sightly.

Lila sighs, relishing in the heat and the classy décor. Marble pillars and an under-lit bar table. Small clusters of plush armchairs are granted the veneer of privacy by their fences of giant potted leaf figs. A waterfall wall bubbles merrily on the far side from the entrance, glowing with neon light fixtures.

As Lila walks, her heels clatter on black-and-white chequered floor tiles before becoming muffled on scarlet carpet. She approaches the bar, clenching the edge of it coquettishly while the well-dressed and reticent bartender looks up from the silverware he is polishing.

“So, um…” Lila says, scanning the shelves of alcohol lined by along the glass shelves. “Could I have an…espresso martini, please?”

The bartender puts down his silverware. He starts up the espresso machine, which purrs like an awakening leopard. Lila leans on her elbows upon the bar, watching him work. 

He stamps freshly-ground coffee into a filter, fitting it tight into the grouphead . He lays a tiny glass cup beneath the drip and presses a button Lila can’t see. The espresso machine buzzes and dark, aromatic liquid flows down. Meanwhile, the bartender has obtained a bottle of Belvedere vodka and a bottle of Mr Black Cold Brew coffee liqueur from the shelf behind him. He adds ice into a silver cocktail shaker, then measures in two shots of vodka and one shot of coffee liqueur. A drizzle of golden honey syrup, the espresso shot is dumped in, and the entire thing is shaken economically and intently.

The final cocktail is poured into a crystal-clear martini glass; alcohol the shade of Lila's hair lightening and puffing into a foam the colour of her skin.

The bartender drops three whole coffee beans on top in the pattern of a trillium and slides the cocktail over the counter to Lila.

“Thank you!” she coos, tapping her black American Express card against the EFTPOS scanner.

After she tucks her wallet back into her bag, she drops it, letting her purse hit her flank. In the same instance, she picks up her cocktail and turns around, leaning on the bar while she sips.

Lila can hear the sound of the bartender cleaning behind her. Ahead, she could see the entirety of the demure, sophisticated little bar.

The wafts of cold and mist drifting up the stairs, losing the battle with the establishment’s artificially produced heat. The glimmer of the lustrous, dim lightning reflecting off metallic surfaces. The few patrons gathered at this hour talking to each other in low voices inside cushioned alcoves. At a table to Lila’s right, a silver fox conversing with an enchantingly sweet-looking minx.

Over by the lone table facing an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, is a singular man staring down at his drink.

Lila takes a sip of her martini while taking in the back of this man. She's interested because he appears to be her age, financially-comfortable , and stylish. Then, Lila pauses. And moves closer.

Adrien Agreste is nursing a half-drunk whiskey. One fingerpad circling the rim of the glass over and over again in hypnotic circles while the amber liquid glimmers like topazes. His eyes are misty and he appears to be deep in thought. He wears a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt, dark jeans, and YSL Wyatt Harness boots. The Tiffany & Co. silver dog-chain necklace dangling at the crux of his sternum is blank and innocent. 

“Hi,” Lila says.

Adrien startles and looks up.

“…hey,” he says.

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[kitcat992]

(PREVIEW) Identity Within︱Chapter 7 - Something Tried and True

If Peter concentrated any harder on rebuilding his web cartridges, he was sure that he’d give himself a juvenile stroke — not that Tony would’ve noticed, too busy across the workshop with welding goggles covering his eyes and sparks of molten metal igniting the room with bright flashes of heat.

The two were so caught up in their individual tasks that for once, the music playing overhead could barely be heard. Tony’s protective gear blocked out the sounds on his end, with earmuffs snugly fit over his head — whereas Peter’s intense focus kept his attention strictly on the machine in front of him; his hands carefully removing a freshly molded web cartridge that he not-so-carefully tossed into the tray on the opposite side of the table.

He was so focused on creating the next cartridge that he almost failed to pay any mind as DUM-E came wheeling by, carefully picking up the tray with an advance grip of his pincher claw and taking it across the workshop.

Peter was just about to push down on the hydraulic press mold — far more advanced than the dinky old model he had back home, and for good reason — when he saw the robot come to a stop near Tony’s work station.

“Wait, wait, wait — no, no, no, no! Not over there, DUM-E — not over there!” Peter rushed out in a panic, his one hand waving frantically in DUM-E’s direction. “If that heat gets too close to the cartridges before they mold, they'll explode!”

Despite the commotion that suddenly erupted, Tony never looked up from his own project. The intense sparks of metal continued to reflect against his goggles as DUM-E slowly retreated away from the dangerous heat, taking the tray with him until he found a safe spot to discard it.

It clanked and clattered as he dropped it down onto a cluttered bench.

“Yeah, yeah — right over there, that’s perfect, that’s great.” Peter’s bulky, heavy-duty work gloves kept his thumbs-up from fully forming, but he tried nonetheless. “Thanks, DUM-E, you’re the best.”

Tony never looked up from his welding as he said, “Stop complimenting him, he’ll think he’s doing a good job.”

Peter spun around on his stool until he faced Tony — nearly spinning all the way around had he not scraped his sneakers against the floor to prevent a complete three-sixty turn.

“He is doing a good job!” Peter defended, his smile reaching ear-to-ear while his arm extended straight out like a stick. “He’s only caused like, one fire so far.”

The sizzling heat of Tony’s welding torch came to an abrupt stop, with the sparks that flew off the scorching metal eventually dissipating in the air like embers.

“Him?” Tony asked, the hand not holding his welding torch lifting the safety goggles over his head — exposing his eyes in full. “Or you?”

Peter wished he could blame the heat of Tony’s welding for the embarrassed blush that dotted his cheeks. Unfortunately, it was hard to say whether the look on Mr. Stark’s face, one-hundred percent ‘not buying it’, was the cause of his humiliation — or the fire extinguisher that laid used and now trashed across the workshop, with bits of foam still dripping down the sides.

In his defense, he wasn’t expecting an entire tray of his web cartridges to explode from a few nearby flames of Mr. Stark’s welding torch. And in double his defense, he wasn’t expecting DUM-E to have a full blown panic attack when struggling to find the fire extinguisher that Peter misplaced the last time they were in the workshop together.

From the look on Tony’s face, Peter figured neither defense was going to win his case.

“I just gotta get a stronger casing on these things,” Peter mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. The bulky safety glove that covered his hand massaged half-heartedly at the nape of his neck. “The aluminum shelling of the cartridge is way better than the original design, but the melting point of six hundred degrees is still too low.”

DUM-E’s whine of discontent towards the situation almost sounded like he agreed with Peter — who felt lowkey bad for startling the robot with a very unexpected fire that, to Peter’s surprise, seemed to barely phase Mr. Stark.

“What are you trying to do,” Tony started to ask, yanking off his safety goggles and earmuffs with one quick motion and tossing them onto the table with ease. “Jump into fires?”

Peter gave a dramatic shrug, one that brought both his shoulders all the way up to his ears.

“Maybe,” he murmured, insecurely turning back to the machine in front of him. His fingers fiddled on the handle of the press mold without any real intention of continuing his work. “Wouldn’t be the first time I wound up in a burning building.”

The sigh that escaped his chest was unintentional, and halted mid-exhale. Peter clamped his mouth shut and clenched his jaw with frustration, shaking away the lingering thoughts of self-doubt that had so rudely managed to creep into his head lately.

Seriously — who would’ve thought the pressures of being brought back from the dead would top the stresses of maintaining his GPA in high-school. He sure didn’t.

Though music still played overhead and throughout the workshop, and was far louder now that Tony’s welding had taken a pause, Peter had a gut feeling that sigh still managed to be heard — even with his best attempts to stifle it.

A dead giveaway was the lingering stare that burned a hole in his back. It felt hotter than if Tony’s eyes were actual welding torches blowing fire right against his t-shirt, with the large print text of ‘Think like a proton and stay positive’ catching the overhead ceiling lights.

Right along with ‘that’ look Peter was all too familiar with.

“Just…gotta make sure I’m prepared. For the next time,” Peter muttered, not daring to give ‘that’ look any acknowledgment as he ripped off both his gloves with the desperate need to fidget his hands. The heat that spread across his cheeks — this time for a reason other than one impromptu use of a fire extinguisher — kept him from turning to face that stare head-on.

That was, until, Mr. Stark finally spoke up.

“You’re distracted.”

Peter spun in his stool so rapidly, he didn’t stop until the entire three-sixty ride gradually circled him back to Tony’s direction

“Of course I’m distracted!” Peter practically shouted, tossing both his arms wildly in the air. “There’s a spaceship outside!”

Tony gave a sharp, concise nod before turning right back to his work. “And there it is.”

Peter either elected not to hear his exasperation, or was way too excited to pay it any attention.

“You gotta let me meet them, Mr. Stark — c’mon!” Peter all but exclaimed, to the point where his voice cracked in pitch and he couldn’t even be bothered to care.

Tony didn’t even look at Peter as he wagged the welding torch his way.

“That homework finished yet?” he asked, deadpanned and serious — so deadpanned and serious that at first, Peter swore on his young life the man was joking.

It took a solid five seconds to realize he wasn’t.

“What!?” Peter, once again, was too worked up too notice the crack in his voice. His arms flew down from the ceiling until a rigid hand pointed right at Tony. “You said if I spent two hours working on my paper then you would compromise and let me spend two hours working on my cartridges—”

Tony nodded. “Yes, I know, I never said that I didn’t say that—”

“You just said that!” Peter hastily interrupted.

Tony made a face, one that words failed to describe. “I just said that I never said that, I didn’t say—”

Peter kept his hand pointed at Tony. “You totally said that, Mr. Stark—!”

It was Tony’s turn to spin around on his stool, the look that followed so hot it put his welding torch to shame.

Peter elected to keep his mouth shut after that.

Reluctantly.

And with much struggle.

[blogofloathing]

Part 1 of 1! Rittle And The Day Out On The Town

I'll be out for the day, continue your work Simmy, the bleeding shimmer forced Simone to think.

"Y-Yes sir.." the girl shakily replied, ironic how such a bossy little bore could be whipped so easily.

It had only been a few weeks since they'd properly met, but she was already bending to hisheel.

Her mind was easy to manipulated, he knew what made her clock tick, how to wind it by hand.

Simone was key, to building this machine, she was the only one who would do as needed.

Someone of her caliber, was hard to come by, even Rittle could admit he was impressed by her.

Continue working, I will know how much you did, the beast howled one last time before leaving.

Fading out from the scene like a shadowy mirage, as if dissipating into the very air surrounding it.

Viewing this was nearly nauseating, like seeing holes in space fill in where they hadn't been before.

He was almost disappointed to not hear cries for an encore, invisible roses tossed up onto the stage

Ceasing to exist, inky molecules reapplying the glue binding them at their new location.

"Goodbye.." Simone quivered hesitantly, as if to speak too loudly would draw his temper.

Elsewhere, a clinging black tar stuck to the walls of the Ocean City Watchful Eye, like an infection. Rooting its way into the very foundation.

A wiry dark tendril unfurled throughout the ceiling and floors as if a great snake were relaxing.

There he was, the newspaper boy, the conceited fool sorting through that obsessives papers.

But nothing out of the ordinary these days, the serpentine tumor hissed an awful laugh.

One so full of hatred, and amused mockery, that he could sense the silly newsies hair stand up.

"Uh- who's there?" The stupid man said suddenly, glancing around, seems Rittle hadn't been as quiet as he thought, "ugh probably another prank.."

Well, seeing as there weren't any pressing issues, the pricked finger of god detached itself,

Once again dematerializing out of sight and out of mind, save for the fetid roots remaining.

Elsewhere, the bridges tattooed graffiti darkened, burnt as sin and flashing a bright, cheery smirk.

The coalescence of infinite minds looked down at what appeared to be just some hobo girl.

But, for some reason he couldn't reach her, he wasn't able to infest her mind like he did others.

His feeble attempts at such had proved fruitless it was as if she possessed no mind at all, yet clearly she did! Clearly she moved, talked, ate,

He couldn't deny this issue had been frustrating for quite some time, she would be the snag..

Letting Simone think for now that he was leaving her little girlfriend alone out of courtesy.

The beast couldn't let its one good chance have any kind of advantage, mental or otherwise.

But this.. girl, would become an issue later on..

In the end, it could always just rip her apart, once the dutiful engineer had finished her work.

Messily unsticking itself from the physical plane just as before, the stains of its malice remaine.

As he peeked his one, endlessly fractalized eye, into an unassuming alleyway, where a girl was.

She laid there in a box, twitching and skittering around like a centipede running in circles.

The playthings eyes had that look about them, as if to gaze too closely would be to fall right in.

The shadow had been using this girl as.. somewhat of an experiment if you will, in possession.

Of course the process could never be clean, most of all for the body who was taken hostage.

He wouldn't dare compromise the bespectacled girl, but a hobo? No one would miss her anyway.

And he had things to test, stepping down into this girls skin, stretching it out to its limit.

Writhing demons and creening grackles sung songs of warning and of regret in turn.

The outcasted hobo heaved and foamed at the mouth, rattling violently like a dying animal.

As something with no true measure of its form subsumed into her, miniature in scale, flesh.

Pushing aside her bones, making room where her organs lay, filling in the space between her veins.

And finally, flexing its fingers, and standing up.

Affixing his all too vicious blood-in-the-water smirk firm upon his newly acquired face.

They said the devil would be beautiful, but he'd say beauty is in his eyes, the beholder.

He pondered what to do today, through a human brain, it felt familiar, but restricting.

Ah! Exactly the thing I need to unwind, lightbulb forming brilliantly atop his head.

Calmly alming over to the boardwalk, something to stimulate his consciousness.

"Sorry to bother ya ma'am but coulda spare some meat?" Said an unsightly woman.

Clearly this was not the finest specimen of the era.

Attempting to ignore this less than reputable lady.

"I could really use the-" she continued, before her skin drained of blood at the expression on his face.

Something between a killer smile and the haunting look of a predator on the hunt, "I- I have to.. go"

The hobo stuttered, croaking out as if on the verge of vomiting simply at the look Rittle gave her.

Something in that horrid stare told of a creature beneath this, facetious skin stretched over it.

It let out a cackling laugh, one which drew in odd glances all around from passersby.

Well that was certainly fun, thought Rittle, but I'm looking for something more.. exciting!

Spying a fortune tellers tent just beloft the spot where the hobo had previously stood.

A sly smirk snakes its way onto his face, lets see

Surely this would be amusing, reading his future.

He slowly entered the tent, the girl manning the table seemed far too young for such a job.

She greeted him with a cheery "welcome in! Here for a reading?" At which he slithered "yes"

You could almost hear the malevolence within his tone, even translated through a human mouth.

The quote fortune teller unquote, launched into an immediate tangential derivative drivel about tarot and star signs, they weren't all that special when you're actually there to see em up close.

Finally after her fifth offer of magical crystals, at which Rittle eyed her like a hunter eyes a doe.

"Ah- uh, well, anyway let's get to the meat of the matter" surely referring to the actual session he had paid for, and the money used to purchase it

The slightly rustled seer place the first of 3 tarot cards upon the table, flipping it face up with a dramatic swish, displacing the fog, which was upsettingly easy to tell how fake it was

"The Fool Reversed! A kindhearted adventurer is unaware of the hooked lure hanging above her"

This being only the important bits, cutting out a lot more pretentious explainy wainy cauliflower.

"The Tower! A sudden change marks a point of no return, from which the adventure is forever altered"

Even Rittle will admit his eyebrows were quite a bit raised, as the lady flipped over his final tarot card.

"The World Reversed, the adventurer has plans of a massive scale, but has either found it difficult in the past, or is currently troubling to finish the job!"

He couldn't deny this was shockingly impressive, a good showing if you will,

Seemingly uncertain how to finish, she blurted out "well that'll be 600 meat!"

Six Hundred? For flipping a few cards and trying to sell some cockamamie garbage, this wouldn't do.

Sitting silently in the chair, Rittle waited for the girl to foolishly inquire again about the ghastly price.

"Uh, ma'am for my services and time that'll be-" like the previous mousey little thing, her face seemed as if a plug had been released, emptying of color.

As she began backpedaling, nervous laughs clawing free of her throat, an unconscious attempt at appeasing whatever blasphemy she's incurred.

Rittle's humanoid form collapsed like the magistral death of a falling sun, the cowardly deer screamed.

Looking for an exit where one no longer existed, it was just it and her, the tent had no opening.

I think, my fees are paid, hm? The clicking and skittering of insects vibrated to the human.

The silly girl shook and cried on the floor, her eyes struck through with terror, of unimaginable horror.

God looked down at her from above it's inky black heavens, crossed with a shade of maroon.

My dues, are yours, tempesting violently like a hurricane had entered this unfortunate girls head.

"y-yes! Yes! They're paid! I swear! Please please don't hurt me! Please!" She screamed as if to stop begging for forgiveness for a moment would truly condemn her to damnation, ah ah ah, pay, me.

"Yes Yes! Okay! You can take everything! It's yours!" Cowering with her head in her arms, finally the beast was pleased, returning to its human shape with the snap of a star twinkling into existence.

"Well see now how hard was that?" Slithered Rittle, his forked tongue, hissing with each S like a snake.

His speech was slow and methodical, as if each word was carefully chosen and enunciated.

The peddler only sat silently, handing over all of the meat she'd received that day, oh no no.

"All of it, Marla" Rittle wrote onto her brain with careless imprecision, "b-but, I need-"

"I'm sorry, here.." pulling out a much larger sack, plumb full of meat, "thank you kindly!"

Rittle blew the bedraggled and haunted woman a kiss on his way out, quite a productive day!

He could faintly hear the sounds of racked sobs emanating from the squinty little tent, as he sauntered on home, the sun was setting softly, it seemed he'd had a bit too much fun with her.

It was daunting enough maintaining this shell, he could feel cracks deepening in the thin flesh surrounding this blackened solar storm.

If he didn't leave soon this ruined body would be unusuable, and he liked pushing her limits.

Exiting the poor girl with the force of ripping out weeds from within her, the host let out a gasping scream before collapsing on the ground, shivering and gurgling as she crawled back into the alley.

He avoided being spotted, if she could even see after having him invade her already greatly sullied brain, he expected she couldn't take much more

Abandoning her to struggle once more, he flowed, a heavy fog, down into sewer grates, seeping into cracks and hitching a ride on the wind

Leaving the unfortunate cringer with blood like stars and skin that pulsed with strange movement

Fully reconstituting himself back within Simone's workshop once again, oh Simmy, it breathed with a musical little trill, I'm back from my days errands

"W-Welcome home.. I made some progress on-" impatient to hear the rest he interrupted

Excellent job, you've gone almost a full day with out failing me! The backhanded praise stung, the poison of a scorpions tail delivering the news.

Simone went back to tinkering miserably with a bolt here, a nut there, and Rittle only smiled.

Part 1 of 1 END! Rittle Continues To Torment Poor Simone, And Another Girl? Who Could She be?

[trixiwritesfanfic]

Crackfic snippet - Red Dwarf

Kryten’s cleaning routine had carried him to G deck today, and now he was engaged in pleasant chit-chat with one of the vending machines. Its voice was pleasant and well-spoken, its accent a buttery and smooth Irish. They had just finished discussing the marvels of Mr. Lister’s capacity to consume chocolate bars and had been about to make a start on a conversation about the pleasures of folding shirts when Kryten ran a duster across the top of the machine.

The machine shuddered in its place, a faint purring of motors accompanying a whimper so close to human it could have been mistaken for one in the dark.

‘Oh goodness, I do apologise, Miss. 19X, I ought to have asked before dusting you!’ Kryten whisked the feathery tool away as Shame Mode activated, compelling him to shuffle and twist his hands. His left was far looser than his right, so he strove to direct the impulse productively, wrenching the part as deep back into its socket as possible.

‘Oh Mr. Kryten, sir, I don’t mind at all,’ the machine trilled after a moment, the light in her display fluttering and flickering coquettishly. ‘In fact, I’d rather like a good cleaning, if you don’t mind me saying so! It’s been quite a while, after all.’

‘Oooh!’ Kryten’s excitement expressed itself in the rapid vibration of his chassis, and he quickly turned to the hovercart he’d brought with him, rummaging through his various tools. ‘Let’s see, then – I could go over your outsides and scrub off Mr. Lister’s food stains and give you a lovely polish,’ He placed two separate sets of buffing pads at the top of the pile, then continued digging. At length, he emerged with his vacuum attachment. ‘And then of course I could vacuum your slots, and then restock you!’

‘Oh, please, please, restock me!’

Kryten’s cubic face stretched with his approximation of a human “smile” as he grabbed one of the pads and smeared it with a cleaning agent.

‘Are you ready, Miss. 19X? I should warn you; I have been trained to clean most vigorously by Mr. Lister!’

‘I’m ready,’ the vending machine murmured, its voice breathy and eager. Kryten bit down on his artificial lip as he pressed the wool pad against one grotty metal side of the machine. Somewhere inside the machine, snacks tremored, their wrappers rustling. The odd bottle of juice that hadn’t ever been bought sloshed provocatively. He pressed the pad more firmly against the metal and began to drag it languidly up and down the side of the machine, prompting still more of those deep quivering sounds.

‘How’s this, Miss. 19X?’

‘So, so good…’ The unadulterated enjoyment in the simulated voice was more than enough to prompt Kryten into Bliss Mode, something he normally only reached when doing a particularly demanding load of laundry for Mr. Lister. So he took his time, thoroughly cleaning every inch of the lucky unit with that woollen pad first, and then eventually shifting over to the foam pad and a thick layer of shinebrite solution. This, he applied with a featherlight touch, prompting machine 19X to groan appreciatively.

Had the humans – or the Cat – been around to hear this, they might have been quite jealous, reflected Kryten as he finished the last long, luxurious swipe down the front of the machine. The display had returned to the indecent flickering and fluttering as he finished up the external cleaning.

‘Now, Miss. 19X, may I vacuum your slots?’

‘Oh god, please!’

Grinning from ear to artificial ear, Kryten fumbled in the cart for his groinal attachment, which he then slotted into its appropriate position. He tested the suction against his hand first, something which the vending machine appeared to take as quite the tease, for a torrid whine emanated from its voice grate and the display flickered yet again, turning to a gentle pink.

‘Goodness, this one’s small,’ he commented as he manoeuvred the nozzle into the coin slot. The machine whimpered as he flicked the switch and began to vacuum.

[coffeecat1983]

Music to my Ears (Mario Movie prequel story)

(The reason why Luigi trusts Tony enough to talk to him in Rooftop Confessions, and the origin of the forehead touch)

Year: 1992.

Click 'I know there's pain…' 12-year-old Tony sat on the swing in the school playground. In his hands was a Walkman, the little machine whirring softly as the tape played. 'Why do you lock yourself up in these chains?' He closed his eyes, blocking out the world as he took in the sweet harmonizing voices and the bright piano. He was lost in the song when a sharp shove knocked him out of the swing and onto the hard ground. Gasping, he cringed and looked up as the school bully ripped the headphones from his ears. "What'cha listening to, wimp?" Tony jumped up as the headphones were held up to the older boy's ear. He let out a laugh. "You listen to sissy stuff!" "Give it back! Please!" He laughed again. "It's mine now-oof!" His laughter stopped as a fist to his face sent him reeling. Tony grabbed his prized items and ducked behind Arthur. His younger twin was panting, hands clinched into fists. "Touch him again and you're dead." he threatened. The other, now well cowed, scrambled to his feet and took off. Arthur turned to his brother. "You okay?" Tony nodded, clutching the Walkman and headphones to his chest. He looked sad. "Art, you're gonna get in trouble again." "Pfft, so what? Nobody picks on my bro." Arthur said. The bell rang and Arthur put his arm around him. "C'mon, we got just enough time for you to hide that in your backpack before class."

Late that afternoon… Tony put his headphones on and turned up the volume on the mixtape, trying to hide from the voices in the other room. Flute and drums floated around before the saxophone and electric guitar came in, filling his mind. 'Winding your way down on Baker Street.' He clasped his hands over his ears, pressing the orange foam pads of the headphones as close as he could as the voices continued. "Papa, he got into another scuffle, he can't keep doing this!" Giovanni said. "I was trying to protect him!" Arthur argued back. "He's the older one, he should protect you, and not by getting in trouble at school. You still have a bit of a black eye from last time!" Giovanni was exasperated. Salvatore sighed deeply. "Go to your room for a bit my little trouble, let me talk with Gio for a while."

'And he asks you where you've been You tell him who you've seen And you talk about anything.'

Arthur sulked as he stomped down the hall and into the room he shared with Tony. There was a soft click as the Walkman was stopped. "I told you you'd get in trouble." Tony said sadly. Arthur flopped dramatically over his brother's bed. "It was worth it!" He looked at the Walkman. "Why'd you have your music out at school, anyway? Was it the math test?" Tony nodded again. "I don't like numbers like you do, makes my head feel funny and then things just feel all wrong. Like when there's loud noises and storms." He looked at the Walkman, running his fingers over the buttons. "Art?" "Yeah?" "I wish I could think like you do. I don't like it when my brain goes funny. I don't like being broken." he said softly. Arthur sat up and scooting close, took Tony's hands and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "Don't say that. You're my best buddy, and you're not broken."

Year: 2013.

It was Thursday, the 4th of July, and Brooklyn was ready to celebrate. Up on the rooftop of one apartment building, picnic blankets and bbq grills were set up amongst the strings of party lights. In the distance, the lights of the Brooklyn Bridge twinkled their own celebration of red, white, and blue across the East River. As two men stood around one grill, their wives were nearby in lawn chairs, talking and laughing. The younger of the women was resting a hand over her swollen stomach. "Babe, those burgers almost ready? Your girls are hungry." Marie joked. Arthur just chuckled. "Almost done!" he called over his shoulder. Giovanni just smiled at their little banter before glancing over at a nearby blanket. His own boys were seated on it and spread around them were playing cards with pictures of funny little creatures. Giovanni admitted he didn't understand their game, but he was glad to see both boys were out tonight. He couldn't help wondering if the younger one would stay out once the real party started. He got his answer as after dinner, the fireworks started. At first Luigi seemed fine, holding back as Mario jumped up and ran to the railing as if he could get closer to the bright sparks of colorful light. He then went to Mario's side but grew more and more agitate as the show went on. When whistling rockets were fired off, he'd had enough and pulled away from Mario. "I-I wanna g-go inside." he whimpered as he bolted for the rooftop door. Mario went to follow him but stopped at a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the understanding smile of his uncle Tony. "It's okay Mario, you enjoy the show, I'll take care of Luigi." Putting his trust in his uncle, the 12-year-old returned to watch the fireworks. Tony joined Marianna as she got up, and the two went back to their apartments. "I wanna grab something and I'll be right over," Tony said as they parted ways in the hall. A minute later he was at the bros apartment. Marianna was in the living room, checking in on Salvatore, who had wanted to stay in and watch TV. She glanced up as Tony peered around the corner. "Luigi's in his room." she said. Giving a nod, he headed down the hall and lightly knocked on the open bedroom door. "Can I come in?" he asked the trembling lump under the green bedspread. The form moved around and Luigi's head popped out. "Yeah." Luigi said softly. Coming over, Tony sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help notice the math test paper pinned to the pegboard beside his bed. Written on it was 'A+'. "Hey, you aced your test! Proud of you." Luigi crawled out from under the covers and sat up. "Thanks. Mario hates math but I kinda like it." "Heh, you take after your uncle Art with that." Luigi cringed, covering his ears as more fireworks went off, rattling the windows. "You don't like loud noises, do you, kiddo?" Luigi drew his legs up. "They make my head feel fuzzy, like everything's going too fast." Tony let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I know the feeling. What do you usually do when the world goes too fast?" "Mario helps, he puts his head against mine, like you and Uncle Art do together. But sometimes he can't, he's busy or sleeping and I don't wanna wake him up." A lump formed in Tony's throat upon hearing the bros had picked up the twins' special comfort move. "Sometimes my mind goes too fast too. You know what helps me when your Uncle Art isn't around?" Luigi shook his head. He watched, curious, as Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device and wired earbuds. He held the earbuds out to Luigi. "Put these in your ears, let's give this a try. Focus on the beat when it starts, follow the pattern it makes." Luigi did as he was asked, and Tony turned on the device. Setting the volume to a mid-level, he clicked a few buttons and pressed 'play'. Luigi froze as a beat filled his ears and guitar began thrumming, traveling through him. He closed his eyes as the vocals started.

'I saw your eyes

And you made me smile For a little while I was falling in love.'

After a moment, he pulled out one bud and looked up at Tony, eyes wide. "Makes the fuzzy stop, doesn't it?" Tony asked. Luigi nodded. "Can you show this to mom?" he asked. "I wanna ask for one." Tony shook his head and placed the player in his hands. "It's yours. You keep that with you and use it when you need to block out the world, okay? We can put more music on it, any song you want." Luigi crawled fully out from under the covers and sitting next to him, hugged him. "Thanks, Uncle Tony." "Anytime, kiddo. You ever need anything; you can always come to me."

Time: 2022

Luigi slipped away to an empty room. He and Mario were working with the rest of Spike's wrecking crew to tear apart an old office building, and Spike had been yelling at various crew members all day. When not yelling, he was laughing and talking loudly, and Luigi was beginning to feel that familiar rushing sensation in his mind. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his phone and a set of earbuds and tapped the screen. His eyes closed and he let out a shuddering sigh of relief as a mix of strumming and fluttering guitar gave him something to focus on. 'Shakedown 1979

Cool kids never have the time On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet.'

He glanced fondly down at the phone, a smile playing at his lips. "Thanks, Uncle Tony." he said softly.

By "CC"

[intcorecycling]

Transforming Foam Waste into Sustainable Solutions - GREENMAX Recycling

At GREENMAX, we believe in turning challenges into opportunities for environmental progress. Our recent collaboration with PRC Industries is a prime example of how innovative recycling solutions can make a significant impact. PRC Industries, a leader in managing and remanufacturing returned products, faced a major hurdle with inefficient foam recycling processes. The existing equipment was unable to handle the high volume of foam waste effectively, leading to wasted resources and increased environmental strain. By introducing our GREENMAX foam densifier, we’ve been able to address these challenges head-on.

Our GREENMAX foam densifier stands out with its remarkable compression ratio of 90:1, a significant improvement over the previous equipment used by PRC. This advanced technology has allowed PRC to process foam waste much more efficiently, resulting in higher density and reduced freight costs. Since the implementation of the foam densifier M-C300 in December, PRC has successfully handled 70,000 lbs of foam waste, showcasing the machine’s effectiveness and the value of our solution. This partnership exemplifies how tailored recycling technologies can overcome operational hurdles and deliver tangible benefits.

The environmental impact of this collaboration has been substantial. By converting discarded foam into eco-friendly products, such as photo frames, we’ve achieved notable reductions in carbon emissions—by 300,000 tons annually. Additionally, our process has reduced oil resource waste by 450,000 tons and prevented the need to fell 2 million trees each year. These achievements highlight the transformative power of effective recycling technologies and their role in fostering a more sustainable future. It’s a testament to what can be achieved when innovative solutions are applied to pressing environmental issues.

Looking ahead, we are excited to continue expanding our efforts and partnering with more organizations to drive positive environmental change. At GREENMAX, our mission is to lead the way in foam recycling and waste reuse, contributing to a cleaner and greener planet. We invite other enterprises to join us on this journey, leveraging our expertise and technology to make a meaningful difference in the world. Together, we can turn waste into valuable resources and create a sustainable legacy for future generations.

[sinoseo]

What types of tooling are available for cnc gasket cutting machine?

CNC gasket cutting machines use various types of tooling to accurately cut gasket materials into specific shapes and sizes. The choice of tooling depends on factors such as the type of gasket material, the desired cut quality, and the complexity of the gasket design.

Here are some common types of tooling used in CNC gasket cutting machines:

Steel Rule Dies: Steel rule dies, also known as flat dies or cutting dies, consist of a wooden or acrylic base with steel cutting rule inserted into it. These dies are used for cutting soft and flexible gasket materials, such as rubber, cork, and foam. Steel rule dies are cost-effective and versatile, allowing for the creation of custom shapes and intricate designs.

Rotary Dies: Rotary dies are cylindrical cutting tools with cutting blades or teeth mounted on their surface. They are used for cutting continuous or long-length gasket materials, such as rubber strips or extrusions. Rotary dies can achieve high cutting speeds and are suitable for mass production of gaskets with repetitive shapes.

Waterjet Cutting Heads: Waterjet cutting heads use a high-pressure jet of water mixed with abrasive particles to cut through gasket materials. Waterjet cutting is versatile and can be used to cut a wide range of materials, including rubber, plastic, metal, and composite materials. It produces clean, precise cuts with minimal heat-affected zones, making it suitable for delicate or heat-sensitive gasket materials.

Laser Cutting Heads: Laser cutting heads use a focused laser beam to cut through gasket materials with high precision and speed. Laser cutting is ideal for cutting thin and intricate gasket designs, as well as materials with high tensile strength, such as graphite or compressed non-asbestos sheets. Laser cutting produces clean edges and allows for tight nesting of parts to minimize material waste.

Rotary Blade Cutting Heads: Rotary blade cutting heads consist of rotating blades that cut through gasket materials as the cutting head moves along the material. These cutting heads are suitable for cutting softer materials, such as foam or rubber, and can accommodate thicker gasket materials than steel rule dies. Rotary blade cutting heads are often used in combination with CNC routers or oscillating knife cutting machines.

Oscillating Knife Cutting Heads: Oscillating knife cutting heads use a vibrating blade to cut through gasket materials. The oscillating motion reduces friction and heat buildup, resulting in clean and precise cuts. Oscillating knife cutting is suitable for a wide range of gasket materials, including foam, rubber, cork, and felt.

Punching Tools: Punching tools use a hydraulic or pneumatic mechanism to punch out gasket shapes from sheet materials. These tools are suitable for cutting simple shapes and hole patterns in gasket materials such as rubber, cork, and non-metallic sheets. Punching tools are often used in combination with CNC punch presses or turret punch machines.

These are some of the common types of tooling used in CNC gasket cutting machines. The choice of tooling depends on factors such as the type of gasket material, the desired cut quality, production volume, and cost considerations. Each type of tooling offers advantages and limitations, and selecting the appropriate tooling is essential for achieving optimal cutting results in gasket manufacturing.

What safety certifications should automatic gasket cutting machine adhere to?

Automatic gasket cutting machines should adhere to relevant safety certifications and standards to ensure the safety of operators, compliance with regulations, and quality assurance. Some of the key safety certifications and standards applicable to automatic gasket cutting machines include:

CE Marking: The CE marking indicates compliance with European Union (EU) safety, health, and environmental protection standards. Automatic gasket cutting machines sold or used within the EU must adhere to the Machinery Directive (2006/42/EC) and meet essential health and safety requirements outlined in Annex I of the directive.

UL Listing: Underwriters Laboratories (UL) is a global safety certification company that evaluates products for compliance with safety standards. UL listing signifies that the automatic gasket cutting machine meets specific safety requirements and has undergone testing and evaluation by UL.

ANSI/OSHA Standards: The American National Standards Institute (ANSI) and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) establish safety standards and regulations for machinery and equipment used in the United States. Automatic gasket cutting machines should comply with relevant ANSI/OSHA standards, such as ANSI B11 series standards for machine safety.

ISO 12100: ISO 12100 is an international standard that specifies principles for risk assessment and risk reduction associated with machinery safety. Automatic gasket cutting machines should adhere to ISO 12100 principles to ensure that hazards are identified, evaluated, and mitigated through appropriate safety measures.

ISO 13849: ISO 13849 is an international standard that specifies safety-related parts of control systems, including requirements for the design and validation of safety-related functions. Automatic gasket cutting machines should comply with ISO 13849 to ensure the integrity and reliability of safety-related control systems.

ISO 14119: ISO 14119 is an international standard that specifies requirements for interlocking devices and their associated guard systems to prevent access to hazardous areas. Automatic gasket cutting machines may incorporate interlocking devices as part of their safety systems to prevent operator injuries.

NFPA 79: NFPA 79 is a standard for electrical safety in industrial machinery published by the National Fire Protection Association (NFPA). Automatic gasket cutting machines should comply with NFPA 79 requirements for electrical safety to prevent electrical hazards and ensure safe operation.

EN 60204-1: EN 60204-1 is a European standard that specifies safety requirements for electrical equipment of machinery. Automatic gasket cutting machines should comply with EN 60204-1 to ensure the safety of electrical systems and components.

ISO 9001: While not specifically a safety certification, ISO 9001 is an international standard for quality management systems. Manufacturers of automatic gasket cutting machines may be certified to ISO 9001, indicating their commitment to quality and continuous improvement processes.

Adherence to these safety certifications and standards demonstrates the manufacturer's commitment to producing safe and reliable automatic gasket cutting machines. Additionally, it provides assurance to operators, employers, and regulatory authorities that appropriate safety measures have been implemented to minimize risks associated with machine operation.

[loricooler]

Several Categories of Plastic Molds

​1. Injection mold

It is mainly used in the production of thermoplastic parts of a common molding mold, injection mold corresponding processing equipment is injection molding machine, plastic first in the bottom of the injection molding machine heating cylinder heat melt, and then in the injection molding machine screw or plunger push, through the injection molding machine nozzle and mold pouring system into the mold cavity, plastic cooling hardening molding, release products.

2. Extrusion mold

A kind of mold used to form and produce continuous shape plastic products, also called extrusion molding head, widely used in pipe, bar, monofilament, sheet, film, wire and cable coating, profile processing.

3. High foaming polystyrene molding mold

It is a kind of mold for molding foam packaging materials of various desired shapes with the application of flexible polystyrene (beaded material composed of polystyrene and blowing agent) raw materials. The principle is that the polystyrene can be steam formed in the mold, including two types of simple manual operation mold and hydraulic press straight-through foam mold, mainly used to produce industrial packaging products. The materials for making this mold are cast aluminum, stainless steel, bronze and so on.

4. Blister mold

A kind of mold for some relatively simple plastic products formed with plastic plates and sheets as raw materials, the principle is to use vacuum blooming method or compressed air forming method to make the plastic plates and sheets fixed on the concave die or punch, deformed and stuck on the mold cavity under heating and softening to get the required molding products. Blister mold mainly used in the production of some daily necessities, food and toy packaging products.​

[trainingspaces]

Gym Training Services - Discover the Advantages of Consistent Exercise

Certainly! Gym training can encompass a wide range of exercises and routines depending on your fitness goals. Here's a general overview of what a gym training program might include:

Warm-Up: Always start with a warm-up to get your muscles and joints ready for exercise. This could involve light cardio such as jogging, cycling, or using the elliptical machine, along with dynamic stretches.

Strength Training: This involves using resistance to build muscle strength, endurance, and size. Common strength training exercises include:

Compound Exercises: Squats, deadlifts, bench presses, overhead presses, and rows.

Isolation Exercises: Bicep curls, tricep extensions, calf raises, and leg curls.

Bodyweight Exercises: Push-ups, pull-ups, dips, and lunges.

Cardiovascular Training: Cardio workouts improve cardiovascular health, burn calories, and enhance endurance. Examples include:

Running on the treadmill

Using the stationary bike or elliptical machine

High-intensity interval training (HIIT)

Stair climbing

Rowing machine

Flexibility Training: Stretching after your workout helps improve flexibility, prevent injury, and reduce muscle soreness. Focus on stretching all major muscle groups, holding each stretch for 15-30 seconds without bouncing.

Core Exercises: Strengthening your core muscles is essential for stability and overall strength. Core exercises include:

Planks

Russian twists

Bicycle crunches

Leg raises

Swiss ball exercises

Cool Down: Finish your workout with a cool-down session to gradually lower your heart rate and relax your muscles. This could involve light cardio (similar to the warm-up) followed by static stretching.

Rest and Recovery: Remember to give your body time to rest and recover between workouts. This is crucial for muscle repair and growth. Aim for at least one rest day per week, and consider incorporating techniques like foam rolling, massage, and proper nutrition to support recovery.

Progressive Overload: To continue making progress, gradually increase the intensity, duration, or weight of your workouts over time. This principle of progressive overload ensures that your body keeps adapting and getting stronger.

Proper Form and Technique: Focus on maintaining proper form and technique during exercises to prevent injuries and maximize results. If you're unsure about how to perform an exercise correctly, consider working with a certified personal trainer.

Nutrition: Remember that exercise is just one part of the equation for achieving your fitness goals. Proper nutrition is equally important for fuelling your workouts, supporting recovery, and optimizing performance. Aim to consume a balanced diet rich in lean protein, complex carbohydrates, healthy fats, fruits, and vegetables.

Always listen to your body and adjust your Gym in Redwood City CA as needed based on your individual goals, preferences, and any limitations or injuries you may have. If you're new to exercise or have any underlying health concerns, it's wise to consult with a healthcare professional before starting a new gym training routine.

[breathtechnologies]

Recalled CPAP Machines: The Impact on Sleep Apnea Patients

In a concerning development, a recall of certain Continuous Positive Airway Pressure (CPAP) machines has left many individuals like Matthew Stone, 61, grappling with the disruption of their sleep apnea treatment. Stone, a user of a Philips CPAP machine, found himself reverting to an older device from a different manufacturer in response to the recall.

The recall, initiated a year ago, stemmed from concerns over potential health risks associated with the use of certain Philips CPAP and BiPAP machines. These machines, designed to assist individuals with breathing difficulties during sleep, are vital for managing conditions such as sleep apnea. However, reports of foam degradation and potential exposure to harmful chemicals prompted Philips to issue the recall, affecting millions of users worldwide.

For individuals like Stone, who rely on CPAP therapy to ensure uninterrupted sleep and mitigate the risks associated with sleep apnea, the recall has been particularly disruptive. Stone's decision to revert to an older device underscores the challenges faced by many patients in navigating the aftermath of the recall.

The recall has not only prompted concerns about the safety and efficacy of CPAP therapy but has also highlighted the broader issue of medical device safety and regulation. While recalls are intended to mitigate risks and protect consumer safety, they can also pose significant challenges for individuals dependent on these devices for their health and well-being.

In response to the recall, Philips has provided guidance to affected users and initiated efforts to address the issue, including offering replacement or repair options for affected devices. However, the process of remediation has been slow and complex, leaving many patients in limbo as they await resolution.

https://breathtechnologies.com/news/philips-cpap-recall-stone-shift/

Moving forward, there is a pressing need for greater transparency, accountability, and proactive measures to ensure the safety and reliability of medical devices. Patients must be kept informed and empowered to make informed decisions about their healthcare, particularly in situations where recalls or safety concerns arise.

As the healthcare industry grapples with the implications of the CPAP machine recall, it serves as a poignant reminder of the critical role that medical devices play in patient care and the importance of prioritizing safety and quality in healthcare delivery. For individuals like Matthew Stone and countless others affected by the recall, the journey towards resolution continues, underscoring the need for ongoing vigilance and action to safeguard patient health and well-being.