#improving thrusting technique

[deathofacupid]

꩜ CURSED ENERGY? NAH... CURSED DICK!

MY ANACONDA DON'T... — forget vanilla. with them, sex isn't just good, it's transcendent. it's not like there's room for improvement, but go big... or go home, right?

꩜ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna.

warnings — áfab!reader. óverstimulatión, dégrading, dúmbification, sqúirting, breedíng. dóm!characters. bóndage (geto's). unprótected séx. blood (sukuna's). inappropriate use of cursed technique + jujutsu. lemme know if i missed anything! 3.2k+ words.

(呪術廻戦) : note — i think i've forgotten how to write fluff now </33 divider credits to @/cafekitsune !

꩜ SATORU GOJO

the way satoru finds that spot… it’s like he’s got a sixth sense for it, beyond even those eyes. the insistent grind of his hips, the precise angle his thick cock takes as it buries itself deeper. it’s a language your body understands entirely.

“satoru! fuck,” you gasp, head arching back against the worn headboard. it’s so good it borders on agony, a delicious overload that makes your vision swim.

“ah, shit, pretty,” he grunts, his voice roughened with lust. “you’re taking all of me. look at that, huh? so fucking tight.” each powerful thrust has the head of his cock slamming against that sensitive nub deep inside, a relentless pressure that steals the air from your lungs.

all that exists is him – the slick heat, the straining length, every vein and ridge a searing imprint against your slick, yielding flesh.

it’s unnerving, almost invasive, how intimately he seems to know your body, mapping its secrets with a casual expertise. and with those all-seeing eyes, it’s foolish to think he doesn’t.

a wave of dizziness washes over you, coherent thought dissolving into a haze of pure sensation. the faint throb of his teeth marks on your neck is a distant hum against the overwhelming now – the relentless pounding, the feeling of being stretched and filled beyond capacity with each savage push.

the bed-frame creaks in protest with every thrust, the small room thick with the wet, smacking sounds and the friction of skin against skin. the remnants of their last bout, his slick warmth, are still trapped inside, each subsequent invasion driving it further, staking a deeper claim.

he’s not just moaning; it’s the most pornographic thing you've yet to hear, the most obscenely beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. he's whining like a bitch in heat, really.

“no, d- don’t stop,” you plead, your inner muscles clenching instinctively, milking him with desperate urgency.

“mm, not gonna stop,” he bites out, leaning down to press a hard, possessive kiss to your swollen lips. “but you gotta try not to squeeze so damn hard, sweetheart. i might just lose it.”

a mumbled apology escapes your lips, barely intelligible. you’re right on the edge, that familiar release beckoning with dizzying speed. you never stood a chance against him.

never with the way he fucks you, zeroing in on that core of pleasure with an almost cruel precision.

a strangled cry tears from your throat, breath hitching in ragged gasps. “i’m—"

"—i know,” gojo grinds out, cutting you off, his own breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “fuck, me too.”

when he comes, it’s a violent shudder that consumes his entire body, thick ropes of his seed erupting deep inside you. he collapses against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, riding out the tremors of your own shattering climax.

then, he pulls back slightly, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, raw and unguarded. “you know,” he says, his voice still thick with the aftermath, a tenderness in his gaze, “i think we should get married.”

꩜ SUGURU GETO

veiny, thick tendrils of cursed energy snake around you, binding your wrists to the cold metal of the bedposts. they pulse with a subtle, unsettling warmth, a living restraint.

you don't even bother to struggle; experience has taught you the futility. instead, you brace yourself, a strange mix of resignation and fierce anticipation settling in your gut for whatever suguru is willing to give.

the cursed energy is as unyielding as any rope, maybe even tighter. you can already feel the pressure points, the faint burn that promises bruises blooming beneath your skin in the morning.

a small price, you think, a ridiculously small price to pay for the brain-scrambling, mind-numbing oblivion he can deliver.

a very, very small price indeed.

"what a good girl," he purrs, his breath ghosting across your face as he peppers light, almost clinical kisses across your forehead and cheeks. "thought for sure that little whimper earlier meant you were about to tap out."

you huff, the sound catching in your throat and breaking into a shaky whimper despite yourself. "i— i can handle it," you insist, squeezing your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation already building. maybe focusing on your breathing will help. just a little.

geto clicks his tongue, a sound that vibrates with amusement. "i have no doubt." you can't decipher if it's genuine or laced with his usual condescension. he has a habit of that, a detached superiority that somehow only amplifies the raw intimacy of his fucking.

if your mind isn't already a hazy mess, you might ask him if he even realizes he's doing it. actually, no, you wouldn't. you like it.

"think you can even take some more?" he's baiting you, you know it. everything with suguru is a subtle power play, a quiet competition. it's the same for you, a bad coincidence, you'd said. him? he voiced it as "being made for each other."

"y— yes, fuck!" the word is a desperate gasp as his thick cock slams into you, a raw, visceral connection that steals your breath. his hand slides down, fingers grazing against your slick folds, teasing the swollen nub of your clit. always the deliberate tormentor.

you want to tangle your fingers in the silky length of his hair, to pull him closer, but the pulsing restraints hold you captive. a frustrating, exquisite helplessness.

"cute lil' pussy," he chuckles, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your ear. does he even realize how devastatingly beautiful he looks in moments like these?

his long, dark hair cascading around his face like a fallen angel, a sex-driven, lust-fueled angel bathed in the dim light.

he bucks his hips, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as he drives into you. your slick, aching hole does its desperate best to accommodate his size, that initial stretch always taking a painful, exquisite moment. by the time you adjust, he is already impatient, fucking you with a controlled ferocity that borders on brutal.

but you can never stay truly upset with him when it comes to this. he just… thrusts the discomfort away, slamming into your wet heat with a possessive intensity that drowns out everything else.

"sugu— 'm really close," you inhale, sharply, the words broken by a sharp intake of breath.

"yeah, princess?" he murmurs, his voice softening slightly, a flicker of something akin to tenderness in his dark eyes. "can feel you."

he finishes soon after, a series of deep, shuddering thrusts that wrack his body. but not before he ensures you follow, his fingers relentless on your clit until you cry out, your own release a messy, shuddering wave.

within a blink, the pulsing tendrils of cursed energy dissolve, leaving behind only the faint red marks on your wrists. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the irritated skin, a smug wink flashing in his eyes.

꩜ KENTO NANAMI

nanami's great at sex. always has been. you didn't even think the guy could get better at it. and yet, here he is, showing you just how much more mind-numbingly good he can be.

with those long, surprisingly gentle fingers, he's got your jaw cupped, his thumb stroking your cheek as he murmurs, "can you feel me, darling?"

it's a stupid question, obviously you can feel him. every ridge and vein of his thick cock is pressed against your tight cunt, and you've never felt this stretched, you swear.

nanami just adores how your mouth falls open, your brows all scrunched up in that adorable little frown as his fat tip hits your sweet spot. his other hand slides down to your belly, pressing just lightly, like he's staking his claim. he's prideful, is what he is.

his thrusts are so controlled, so damn rhythmic it's almost hypnotic. every movement has a purpose, a precise intention. there's nothing sloppy or senseless about the way he's fucking you. it's like he's engineered your orgasm.

"oh, fuck," you gasp, your fingers digging into the solid muscle of his back, trying to hold on as the pleasure threatens to swallow you whole.

"feels good, no?" he asks, his intense gaze locked on your face. honestly, you wouldn't have pegged him as the type to need his ego stroked, but the look in his eyes says otherwise.

you want to answer him, but your eyes roll back in your head, and you're practically useless, just a whimpering mess under his ministrations.

nanami lets out this low chuckle, pressing a wet, sloppy kiss to your forehead. the bastard knows exactly what he's doing to you.

you can feel that 7:3 ratio thing he probably has going on in his head, even if he's not consciously counting. seven deliberate slides in, each one stretching you further, followed by three slightly shallower, teasing movements that keep you right on the edge.

your breath hitches in your throat, and you drag your nails down his solid back, leaving little trails of sensation. "i- i can't…" nanami just ignores your incoherent mumbles, because he knows you don't even know what you're trying to say. you're just strung out on the feel of him.

the slams of his hips against yours get a little less controlled, a little more urgent, but still with that underlying precision that's so distinctly him. you can feel the tension coiling in him, like a tightly wound spring about to snap.

"oh, love, i can feel – fuck – you clenching around me," he grunts, rutting his cock deeper into you. you're desperate for the release that's building, every muscle in your body contracting as you moan and whimper.

nanami lets out a low groan, his usual composed mask finally cracking as he follows you over the edge. his movements keep up, a little less methodical now, until he's shuddering against you, filling you with his hot, precise load.

he finally stills, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing a little ragged. "god, i love you," he murmurs, a rare hint of pure satisfaction in his voice.

seven minutes (and three seconds) in heaven.

꩜ CHOSO KAMO

choso's stamina isn't just a flex; it's a goddamn superpower. the kind that leaves you wondering if he has some extra hearts tucked away somewhere. "monster-like" feels polite; "relentless" is closer to the truth. you're pretty sure your boyfriend can fuck through the apocalypse and still ask for another round.

his face is buried deep between your tits, the wet heat of his mouth a brand against your skin. his moans are thick and muffled, vibrating against your chest as he rides you, each thrust a deep, insistent press.

hours blur into a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs and desperate gasps. the digital clock on your nightstand glows a mocking 2:47 a.m. you feel like you've been wrung out and hung to dry, utterly, deliciously drained. meanwhile, choso looks like he's just finished his warm-up.

"ngh, baby," he groans, his voice thick with need. "i'm… fuck, i'm gonna cum." you've lost count of his "gonna comes" hours ago, each one a lie that somehow still manages to feel good in the moment. your own orgasms have been a dizzying parade, each one pulling another ragged whimper from your throat.

"oh, choso…" you whimper, your back arching instinctively as he hits that sweet spot. your fingers tangle in his loose, messy hair – those ridiculous space-buns have long since surrendered to the friction. you're probably pulling too hard, but the only sound he makes is a deeper groan of pleasure.

a shaky sob escapes you. "i… god, i can't." your muscles are screaming, every nerve ending raw and overstimulated.

"s— sure you can," he breathes, his lips trailing wet kisses up your neck. "last… last one, i promise." his voice is husky, laced with a desperate edge that almost sounds believable.

except, choso is a liar when he's this deep inside you. the second his hot load pulses into you, you can feel him twitch, his cock hardening again with infuriating speed.

and yeah, you love his blood manipulation, you really do. knowing it keeps him safe out there, facing whatever cursed shit he has to deal with — that's everything.

but this? using it to recycle his blood, straight from his balls to his dick, so he doesn't "waste time" getting hard again? you want to argue that the downtime is the only thing keeping you from dissolving into a puddle of pure sensation. the break is essential.

you need it like you need air.

"choso, please," you hiccup, a pathetic little sound.

"please what, baby?" he mumbles, finally lifting his head to press soft, wet kisses to your tear-streaked face. "please, more?" his eyes are dark and hungry, pupils blown wide.

"no! no… not more," you murmur, squeezing your eyes shut against the fresh wave of sensation building in your core. you can feel another orgasm clawing its way closer, and the traitorous part of you, the part that is addicted to his touch, actually wants it.

he barely waits a breath after his last shuddering release before plunging back into you, his movements insistent and demanding. "oh, but you're doing so good," he insists, his words broken by ragged gasps.

"this is it, okay? j— just this last one, baby." he sounds like he's begging now, his voice thick with desperation, and in your hazy, pleasure-addled state, you almost believe him.

but then you are coming again, that familiar, overwhelming rush consuming you, and he is coming too, his body bucking against yours, and… he is a goddamn beautiful, stamina-blessed liar.

꩜ TOJI FUSHIGURO

yeah, toji doesn't have some fancy cursed technique to whip out in bed. so what? you think that ever stops him from getting exactly what he wants?

hell, no. the dude might be a deadbeat dad and a general pain in the ass, but when he commits to something – and he's definitely committed to you – he goes all the way. a real thorough bastard, that one.

right now, he has you locked in this brutal-as-hell mating press. your knees are practically glued to his sides, and his arms are like iron, squeezing you so tight you can feel his damn heartbeat against your own.

his fingers aren't just holding on; they're digging in, promising a nice little collection of bruises for you to discover later. a reminder, you figure.

his thick cock is stretching you open, filling you up in a way that makes your vision blur and your head spin. "you're a goddamn slut, you know that?" he grunts out between these rough, possessive kisses that leave your lips swollen.

"tell me," toji breathes, his hot breath ghosting over your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat building between your legs. "you know what you are."

your head flops back, heavy and useless. all that matters is the feel of him buried so deep, the relentless back-and-forth stealing your breath and any semblance of thought.

you can taste blood where you're biting your lip, but the pain is just a background hum to the overwhelming pleasure.

"a… slut," you manage to choke out, the word sounding needy and desperate, already begging for the next brutal slide.

toji lets out this low groan that vibrates right through you, a sound that screams you're mine. his grip tightens even more, his thumbs now pressing hard into the slick, tender flesh of your inner thighs, spreading you wider, making him feel impossibly deep. it's almost violent, the way he handles you, but every rough touch sends these crazy sparks of sensation shooting through you.

he pulls back just enough to lock his dark, intense gaze on yours, and you can practically see the possessiveness burning in his eyes. "mine," he bites out, like it's the only truth in the universe. then, he slams back into you, and your nails dig into the hard muscle of his shoulders, clinging on for dear life.

the air's thick with your ragged gasps, the wet, slapping sound of your bodies grinding together, and you just know he's getting off on how tight you are, how you clench and tremble with each savage thrust.

one calloused hand leaves your side to roughly cup your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple until it's hard and aching. the other hand stays glued to the wet heat of your thigh.

"beg for it," he mutters, his voice low and rough, a total taunt.

a shaky cry escapes you, right on the edge of a sob. "please, toji, p— please…"

he lets out this low chuckle, a rumble against your ear. "yeah, yeah." and even though he acts like he doesn't give a shit half the time, he's always a sucker for you. the heat low in your belly coils tighter and tighter. your back arches, and you writhe against him, desperate for that release.

and when you finally come, it hits him just a few brutal seconds later. his hot load pumps into you, coating your insides, and toji groans, a deep, animalistic sound as you squeeze every last drop out of him.

"damn, ma," he breathes, his forehead pressed against yours, shoulders relaxing.

relaxing; only for a moment, because then you know the cycle will repeat.

꩜ RYOMEN SUKUNA

it's no surprise sukuna is rough. he's sukuna. taunting, malevolent, deliciously so. a razor's edge of threat underlies everything he utters, a constant hum of danger that can be playful or genuinely menacing. except in this space, beneath him, it is always, undeniably, intentional.

you are splayed out, limbs heavy and unresponsive, reduced to a whimpering, slick mess under his gaze. his crimson eyes, sharp and predatory, burn into yours, pinning you down more effectively than any physical restraint.

he trails a long finger down the inside of your thigh, the touch surprisingly light, yet you still flinch, a tremor running through you. a faint, red line blooms in its wake, almost imperceptible.

"feel that, flower?" he rumbles, his voice a low purr that vibrates through your bones. "better listen close, wouldn't want you ending up in little pieces."

you know, somewhere in the haze of arousal and fear, that it's a hollow threat. he wouldn't destroy what he so possessively claims. yet, the fear still coils in your gut, sharp and thrilling.

terrifying, yes, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

his thick cock stretches you open, every inch a deliberate invasion. you can feel the head press against something deep inside, a hard knot pushing so far in it creates a visible bulge in your lower belly. the slick heat of him fills you completely.

then comes the unsettling, wet sensation of a tongue, not from his mouth, but from lower down, sliding between your slick folds.

"'kuna— can't..." you whine, which he whole-heartedly disregards. it traces a path of hot, insistent licks, right up to your swollen clit, leaving a shimmering trail of his spit.

"what a messy girl, huh?" he rasps, his voice thick with the effort, as if you aren't completely consumed by the feeling of him inside you. your only response is a helpless groan that vibrates against his skin.

your eyes squeeze tighter, the pressure building again, that familiar knot of another orgasm clawing its way up. your inner muscles clench around his shaft, slicking him even further as you squirt onto his thick length, milking him with each involuntary spasm.

it isn't long before his own ragged breaths fill the air, his hips bucking against yours as he empties himself inside, filling you to the brim with hot, pulsing pleasure.

"maybe," he says against your ear, a low murmur, "if you're lucky, next time i'll let you take both."

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[sky-is-the-limit]

Clarity.

P: Charles Smith x F!Reader

CW: NSFW content, Doggy Position, Forced Focus

WC: 1,339 words.

It wasn't meant to escalate in that manner, not really. One moment, Charles was calmly imparting his knowledge, guiding you through the intricacies of maintaining focus in the wilderness.

His voice was steady, filled with wisdom as he shared techniques to sharpen your instincts and improve your ability to see with clarity. You listened intently, absorbing every word as if he was sharing the world's greatest secrets.

Before you could fully comprehend how, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself stripped bare, vulnerable for only nature and Charles to witness.

Your precious book laid open on the grass before you, its pages fluttering gently in the breeze whilst two strong arms embraced you from behind, their grip firm and unyielding as they held you in place by your hips.

"Keep reading, pretty girl." Charles mumbled lowly and with each syllable, you could feel him pushing in, inch by inch, his thickness filling you completely.

As he continued to push, you felt yourself stretching beyond your own belief. The sensation was overpowering in its magnitude as you accommodated his width and length. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, electrified by his touch.

Despite the initial discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill in being filled so completely out in the open. It was as if you were being consumed by him and as he pushed further, the pleasure only grew.

"Let your eyes focus on every word." He continued and you followed his instructions, allowing your gaze to glide over the words on the page, absorbing their meaning with each passing moment.

Though patience was one of his greatest attributes, the sensation of your cunt enveloping him, sucking him into your tight hole, always ignited a maddening pleasure within him.

It was a primal instinct, a response that transformed him into a whole different man. As he surrendered to your warmth, a deep moan escaped his lips, echoing in your ears like the most addictive melody.

"And just breathe." He whispered in a voice much more gravely and broken than you were used to hearing, his breath warm against your skin as his lips placed wet kisses on your shoulder blades.

His hands tightened their grip on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh needily. With each thrust, he plunged deeper into you, his cock driving into your core with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

The rhythm of his movements was intoxicating and your back arched in response to his thrusts, every collision of his hips against your ass making the walls of your cunt squeeze around him, clinging to his length with a hunger that matched his own.

The words on the pages began to blur together, each letter melting into the next as your focus wavered.

His name slipped past your lips in a silent prayer, a desperate plea for more as the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot.

With each forward thrust, the head of his cock grazed against the entrance of your cervix, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

''Did I tell you to stop?'' Charles groaned, the sound deep and guttural while his fingers tangled in your hair, a firm grip that kept you in place to keep your head from moving and ensuring that your eyes remained fixed on the lines of the book.

And just when you thought you couldn't bear any more, he delivered a resounding slap to your ass without once faltering with his pace.

''Out loud, sweetheart.'' Emphasizing his command with another hard thrust, he drove his hips forward with a force that left you breathless.

''The courtier’s-ah- soldier’s, scholar’s eye, tongue, swor- Oh, god-'' With a shaky voice and soft whimpers escaping your lips between each word, you began to recite the lines of the book aloud.

It was a struggle to form coherent sentences, the words tumbling out in a disjointed jumble as your mind struggled to focus.

The pace he took was immediate, hard, and animalistic, each thrust carrying the force of a vigor urge to make sure you could feel the power behind his movements, each one driving you closer insanity.

His strong hands clasped your love handles with a firmness that bordered on possessive, leaving bruises in their wake.

As your cunt clenched around him, he dipped one hand to stroke your clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensitive little nub responded eagerly to his touch, causing every muscle in your body to tighten to the point of near numbness.

''Keep going, angel.'' Charles repeated the same pattern for what felt like an eternity, each thrust driving deeper into you with a relentless determination.

''The expectation- ah'' You stuttered out, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate amidst the need to keep breathing.

''And rose of the fair state-'' And even as your body trembled and your breath hitched with each thrust, you refused to falter.

Your thighs throbbed from the force of his thrusts, the pleasure coursing through your veins like liquid fire.

With each movement, the knot in the pit of your stomach grew tighter, threatening to unravel at any moment. Desperate to feel it release, you planted your elbows down firmly, bobbing your hips to meet his thrusts.

''Good girl.'' An amused purr sounded from Charles as his grip traveled from your hips to your breasts, kneading your nipple between his fingers.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips as you found yourself growing even more aroused. You had always loved it when Charles called you a good girl, but to have him treat you like that, how sinful it all was, was something else entirely.

''The glass of fashion and the mold of form-'' You trembled with emotion, the words escaping your lips in a desperate plea for release.

"So good-" His voice was raw with need, each word punctuated by the rhythmic movement of his body against yours.

His pattern grew unfocused and inconsistent, but each thrust built up pressure boiling low in your stomach, before one final shove of his cock combined with the attention to your clit caused the build-up to shatter, sending you into your orgasm.

The coil inside you finally snapped, releasing the tension that had been building within you like a tightly wound spring. In that moment, as the pressure reached its breaking point, your walls seized around his cock with an intensity that took your breath away.

''Charles, god!'' Your entire body convulsed with pleasure, every muscle tensing as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

It was as if a dam had burst within you, flooding your senses with a torrent of sensation that left you reeling.

You choked as the full weight of him collapsed onto you, his hips driving his twitching cock as deep as it could go into your dripping cunt whilst his warmth flooded your insides.

Every pulse of his release was felt within you, every twitch of his spent cock and as he finally settled against you, panting heavily into the column of your throat, you could feel the rapid beat of his pulse against your skin.

Charles then gently laid you down on the soft grass, his touch tender and reverent as he cradled you in his arms. The cool blades of grass brushed against your skin, a soothing contrast to the heat that still lingered within you from your recent exertions.

As he sprawled out next to you, his body pressed close to yours, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. His arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his chest as if to shield you from the world.

The scent of the earth surrounded you, mingling with the musky aroma of his skin. It was a comforting embrace, one that filled you with a sense of warmth and security.

"You did good, angel." Charles whispered softly, his touch soothing as his hand rubbed your arm in a comforting manner that grounded you in the moment.

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Proposal: Dyna-Soar/Little Joe II Suborbital Flight Test Program

Artist concept of Little Joe II/Dyna-Soar concept. (Convair)

"The X-20 Dyna-Soar program is often remembered as one of the biggest lost opportunities in the history of manned space flight. Evolving from the WS-464L Program, Dyna-Soar had great potential for use as a military space platform as well as civilian science laboratory. Unlike the earlier Mercury, Gemini and Apollo capsules that were single-use vehicles returning to earth under a parachute system, the X-20 was a winged vehicle, capable of landing on select runways, then refur- bished and utilized again.

Initial flight testing of the Dyna-Soar had the vehicle dropped from a modified B-52C, 53-0399, carrier aircraft to test atmospheric handling qualities and landing techniques. The USAF selected Ed wards AFB, CA, and White Sands Missile Range, NM, due to their natural runway surfaces. (AFTC History Office)

The initial phase of the X-20 flight test program had the vehicle dropped from high altitudes from a B-52C mothership to test atmospheric aerodynamic handing of the vehicle, as well as develop landing techniques at Edwards AFB, CA. The second phase of testing involved sending the X-20 on unmanned and manned orbital spaceflight test mis- sions powered by a Titan III rocket booster which left a large gap in the standard progression of flight testing. The Convair Division of General Dynam- ics proposed making suborbital test flights using a Little Joe II booster.

The Little Joe II was a clustered, solid-propellant rocket booster designed as unguided and controllable versions. The vehicle could accommodate one to seven, 40-inch diameter, 100,000-lb thrust, Aerojet Algol 1D solid rocket mo- tors. With minor modifications the im proved launch vehicle (IPLV) could ac commodate the more advanced 44-inch diameter Algol IIA motors.

Little Joe II had the reputation as a reliable work- horse of the early manned space program, testing Mercury and Apollo escape and recovery systems from various launch locations. The Little Joe II booster was a versatile rocket with capabilities not found on many systems of the day and could be adapted and configured for several different flight profiles.

This detailed dimensional drawing shows some of the modifications required for the Little Joe il booster in order to carry the Dyna-Soar test vehicle. In addition to the upper adapter fairing, the booster required larger aerodynamic stabilizing fins to compensate for the larger payload. (Convair)

Convair proposed making test flights of the Dyna- Soar/Little Joe II combination on an overland range between Edwards AFB, CA and the White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico. Launching from Edwards AFB provided a lakebed in case of an aborted launch . and emergency landing. Range instrumentation was already in place at both sites, keeping the range support cost to a minimum.

Two different versions of the modified Little Joe II booster

The Dyna-Soar test vehicle would be mounted atop the Little Joe II booster with a two-part transition fairing, gloved over the X-20 to minimize drag and would be jettisoned prior to separation. This variation of the Little Joe II booster required movable aerodynamic fins, larger than those used on standard Little Joe II launches.

A Boeing/USAF X-20 Dyan-Soar is boosted skyward for a suborbital test flight from Edwards AFB, CA towards White Sands Missile Range, NM, aboard a Convair Little Joe II. The larger stabilizing fins and aerodynamic fair- ing around the Dyna-Soar are noteworthy. (Convair)

Utilizing a standard Little Joe II booster, the X-20 could be propelled to a maximum speed of 10,000 fps (approximately 6,800 mph) at an altitude near 170,000 feet. With the improved Little Joe II launch vehi- cle, those figures would rise to a speed of 15,000 fps (approximately 10,200 mph) and an altitude near 200,000 feet. The entire flight covered approximately 582 nautical miles, with the booster impacting the desert floor just over halfway through the flight. The Dyna-Soar test vehicle would experience considerable aerodynamic heating during the reentry phase with the final landing on the alkali flats of the White Sands Missile Range.

The Dyna-Soar suborbital program required a minimum of five test flights: two unmanned flights utilizing the existing automatic guidance, and three manned flights. Convair projected the total price of the five-flight test program at $12.2 million, considerably less than the projected $18 million per flight for a Titan III booster (figures are in FY 1965 dollars)."

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NASA ID: 63-Little Joe II-3

SDASM Archives: 86914210, 47209426

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That Time I Bagged an F-16

I’ve written quite a bit about the challenges when flying the F-14A Tomcat against the F-16 Viper. It’s a very formidable Fighter, highly maneuverable, light weight, nearly 1 to 1 thrust ratio, fast roll rate, 9+ G capable, etc., etc. In contrast, the F-14A is much larger, heavier, .75 to 1 thrust ratio at best, slower roll rage, 7 G capable, etc., etc. It’s similar to two boxers, one with longer reach, more muscles, and better footwork; you know how it’s normally going to end. You’ve also heard me quote the Red Baron about the importance of “the man in the box”, vice the box itself. That will always be true but in reality, some boxes are REALLY good and can make even a mediocre pilot fairly formidable. At any rate, enough excuse making.

As one gets better in the air-to-air arena over time, you learn your own personal limitations but also discover a few of your own techniques that seem to work for you. The more time you spend on it, your BFM (Basic Fighter Maneuvers) get better and better and your skills improve, just like any endeavor (mental or physical or both). Wikipedia, for what it’s worth, has a pretty good section describing BFM in great detail and defines them as:

“The tactical movements performed by fighter aircraft during air combat maneuvering (ACM, also called dogfighting), to gain a positional advantage over the opponent. BFM combines the fundamentals of aerodynamic flight and the geometry of pursuit, with the physics of managing the aircraft's energy-to-mass ratio, called its specific energy.”

OK, pretty good start. The advanced stuff comes with practice and experience and instruction by the highly qualified bogey drivers at the Aggressor squadrons and for the purposes of this #TomcatTail we’re talking about the VF-126 Bandits at Miramar, CA.

When you’re between cruises and deployments, Fighter Squadrons have time for Unit Level Training (ULT) that doesn’t require the rest of the air wing to support. This is great since the squadrons are pretty scattered (Tomcats/E-2s at Miramar, S-3s at North Island, Hornets in Lemoore, A-6/EA-6 at Whidbey Island). This is also the time you take on some new Nuggets and focus on the basic A/A and A/G skills. One way we did this as a community was an annual flight line wide contest known as “Fighter Derby”. While the specific rules escape me (it WAS 30 years ago, please), it’s essentially hosted/run by the Bandits and all squadrons field 3 or 4 sections to compete against the rest of the squadrons on the base.

As you may imagine, something like this got HIGHLY competitive. As such, so was Bombing Derby that measured your A/G skills with precise times on target, etc. There were a number of other flight line contests and awards to be won at Miramar that all factored into the annual competition to win either the coveted “Battle E” for excellence or the even MORE coveted “Mutha” trophy for the most shit hot, coolest squadron on the flight line. The Mutha story would take a book, so I’ll leave it to another time, but that was THE trophy to win.

Our squadron, the VF-24 Renegades, began to prepare for the contest by focusing strictly on ACM for a couple weeks. We assigned crews to their specific sections (two planes are a section, four planes are a division). Just my luck, I got paired up with our only former Bogey Driver from VF-126, “Space”. Space was one of those rare salty dudes that just seemed older than he should be and spent a long time as a Lieutenant, eventually got selected for Lieutenant Commander, but likely wasn’t going much beyond that. That’s not a dig by any means, he just managed to stay in the cockpit his entire career and didn’t get those “checks in the block” that put one on track for higher ranks.

He was a WIZARD with the Tomcat because, as you’ve heard me say often, them damn Bogey Drivers were just SO good at ACM in any platform they flew. He had F-16N Viper time, A-4M Skyhawk time, and F-5E Tiger II time. He could transform the often lumbering F-14A Tomcat into quite the nimble minx (mostly) and would routinely beat up anyone in the squadron. He knew when to control energy to keep the fight going, when to transition into a vertical looping fight or a slow flat-scissors fight, and when to sell the farm (knots) and take a lethal shot. All in all, that’s a GREAT guy to go into Fighter Derby with!!

The day comes for VF-24 to throw their sections at the Bandits and it’s (naturally) beautiful weather. As I recall the scenario, we’d meet in the Restricted Area 2301 West to the west of MCAS Yuma. That’s a huge training range with a TACTS range inside of it (tracked your aircraft) as well as a great target complex called “Cactus West”. A little Fighter lore; years ago the VF-2 Bounty Hunters (callsign “Bullet”) lost a jet out there due to a departure and flat spin. It impacted in a mountain pass in the Barry Goldwater Range and to this day, the site is called “Bullet Pass.” (aircraftarchaeology.com/f14goldwater.h…)

Space and I launch out of Miramar, as ready as we’ll ever be (me at least). After our transit to R-2301 we check in with Range Control and check in with the Bogeys. They were already on-site as they’re doing one engagement per section (you get one run) so they can cycle through 2 or 3 sections pretty easily before they have to RTB to Miramar. Today, a Viper and a Dog (A-4) are on the menu. Or is it going to be Tom Kitty for lunch? We’ll see.

The basics here are that you start with a 30-mile set to give both sections time to acclimate and maneuver as needed to provide the most advantageous merge. The overall score is determined by time-to-kill and if you lose anyone. Key to note is that this is a training evolution. The Bogeys are going to give you a HARD problem, but not an IMPOSSIBLE problem. They will fight you hard but they will not just spank the shit out of you. You’re being judged on how you engage, how you react to perceived bogey mistakes, if you make any mistakes, etc. Again, I will be a hard fight but you can both survive. The question is can you kill them faster than everyone else?

So the set up is ready and we call “Fights On”. Space is on the left (lead) and I’m on the right in 1 mile combat spread, stepped down about a thousand feet (don’t be co-altitude, too easy on the bogies). As we march in, we get radar on the Bogies. At this point we can see two, about a mile apart but don’t know which one is which, Viper or Dog. What you DON’T want to do here is let them “bracket” your section (where both pass outboard me and Space….kiss of death) and you don’t want to meet off center so either Space or I go down their middle; also not good. Best scenario is you bracket THEM, and Space on the left turns right to attack my guy with angles and me on the right, turn left to engage HIS guy with angles. Classic “switch”. Break the hands/pens out, take a minute and think that through…..I’ll wait.

Once you’re within 10 or 15 seconds of a merge, you’re not allowed to try and cross over someone’s nose to change the pass from left-to-left to right-to-right because you could screw it up and collide nose on. Not good (but frankly not painful as you’d never know it happened). As luck would have it, we face the Kobayashi Maru; we’re getting bracketed and can’t maneuver to change it. Wonderful. And I get the Viper……down my right side. Nuts.

As I’m merging with the Viper I take a peak at the Dog passing down Space’s left…..oooh, he’s going nose high right. Towards me but nose up. I have several options, mostly bad, but one that I think might work. Space follows him nose up near vertical to get separation, the Viper turns across my tail and starts pulling for Space, and I elect to roll right and pull OUT of the fight and away from the Dog. Strange, but it works out. You’ll see.

So I’m pulling for my life to get back in the fight, the Dog is struggling to catch up since I got such separation, and the Viper is chasing Space up hill and left. After a 180° I then pitch it pure nose low (straight down) and roll my lift vector to where I THINK Space and the Viper are going to be in about 20 seconds and pull….HARD. The lift vector is an imaginary plane coming out the top of my jet and it’s where you’re pulling to in space. Did I say I was pulling HARD?

After a few seconds, the gray-out starts to impact my vision. When you’re pulling that many G's and you’re body is fighting 7 times the force of gravity in sometimes awkward positions in the cockpit, it’s not hard to let the G get in front of you. You’re doing your “HOOK” maneuver, straining your stomach to keep blood in your head and your G-suit is full inflated, but sometimes it’s not enough. If you’re sitting there looking straight ahead, imagine your peripheral vision going gray at the far left and right and then slowly getting more gray toward the middle, and eventually it takes a circle shape where 80 or 90% of your view is now gray. That’s gray out. The harder you pull the smaller that circle gets. If you ease off, the circle gets bigger. You’re conscious, you talking to your RIO (in this case “Watts”) and you’re flying your jet, you just can’t see all that good.

The timing wasn’t quite right to ease the pull yet; that’s the instinctual part of ACM. You just KNOW how fast you’re turn rating across the sky and you just KNOW when you’ll be nose on the bogie based on where he was and what he’s was doing 30 seconds ago. You just KNOW. I can’t really explain it past that.

I keep the pull on and I’m mostly grayed out for a few more seconds. And then it’s time. Relax the pull and Voila!, I’m in a nose up position looking at beautiful blue sky. And wonder of wonders there’s a Viper in my windscreen and his left rear quarter is showing me some leg. He’s closing in on a shot on Space but my Sidewinder seeker head is already staring to growl. Quick finger fire to get the ‘Winder to lock and “Fox 2 the Viper in a left turn…….kill Viper.”

The Dog is still a bit behind me and not nose on and Space keeps his hard turn in and gets nose on the Dog pretty quick. I come hard left now to get the Dog to chase and he does. A few seconds later Space bags the Dog with a ‘Winder at about a mile. “Knock it off” and head home for a quick debrief and probably beers at the O’Club. That tended to be the default at Miramar.

We didn’t win Fighter Derby that year but our flight did reinforce a few key lessons:

1. I’d rather be lucky than good.

2. Even a blind squirrel finds a Viper once in a while.

@RSE_VB via X

[banned-for-horny]

Study Tips

Leighton offers to help you study.

(m!leighton x pc, just him being a creep)

"Something wrong?"

Your eye twitches as you squirm in your seat, dildo embedded deep within your hole. You've been sitting here for...what? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? You've been sitting alone for twenty minutes in Headmaster Leighton's office. That alone is an issue, but...

But he's not doing anything.

"Nothing," you mumble before picking up your pen. "Just thinking."

That should be a good thing, you think. When Headmaster Leighton offered to 'help' improve your grades, you expected to be cornered in the brothel and filmed for an entire week in exchange for him changing your grades.

Instead, he tells you to come to his office, has you insert a toy (on your own, no less), and instructs you to work on your homework.

He doesn't touch you, doesn't pull out a camera or a paddle. Just sit and study. That's it. And it's starting to get to you.

You rock your hips, biting your lip in an attempt to gain some kind of friction. Just...something. Anything. The toy is thick and unyielding, and when you clench hard enough, you feel the head against the inside that makes your breath weak.

"Are you sure?"

You grit your teeth, eyes darting up to meet Leighton's stupid smug face. "Yes."

His smile only grows. He rises from his leather chair, pinstripe suit shifting against his form as he stalks around his desk. You try to shrink back when he stoops over you, but that just makes you even more aware of the thick toy filling your insides. Aftershave burns your nose as he stoops, taking in your work with a lazy hum.

"You know..." he all but purrs into your ear. "You're free to ask questions. I'm here to help."

You know what he means. Fist tight, you force out, "H-How, exactly, is this supposed to improve my grades?"

Leighton's smile curls. "I'm glad you ask." Then he's upright, checking his watch as you suck in a breath. "Let's see...ah. It's been twenty five minutes. Time for a break."

"A bre-ACK?!" You double over with a shout, hand flying to your stomach as the toy begins to wildly thrust within you. You try to rise, try to pull off your bottoms to pull the toy out, but-

"Ah, no, no." A rough hand snatch your wrists and pin them to your desk, Leighton gripping your shoulder with the other. It keeps you fully seated, vibrations wracking your frame as the toy punches the air from your lungs. "You're on break."

Bullshit, you want to say, but you can barely speak as he drags you from your seat. Your knees buckle, thighs squeezing together desperately. Unable to stay upright, you're forced to lean against Leighton's chest for support.

"Tell me," Leighton says as you desperately writhe against him, "have you ever heard of the Pomodoro Technique?"

Your hips buck wildly. One thrust has your ass dragging against a scarily large bulge. You know better to scream, though. Instead, you just shake your head frantically.

"It was a studying technique developed in the 1980s, named Pomodoro after the tomato timer he used to time himself." Leighton's hand snakes under your shirt, wide and rough and pressing hard until he can feel the toy thrusting against your stomach. "Twenty-five minutes of continuous work, followed by a five minute break. Sounds efficient, yes?"

You can only rest your head against his chest and moan. You were sitting on that damned thing, winding yourself tight for twenty five minutes, and when it finally snaps and you tremble with orgasm, Leighton just smiles and peppers kisses against your neck.

Then it keeps going. And going. Tears well in your eyes as your body is pushed back up the peak, each nerve burning with protest as you try and fail to wiggle away from Leighton.

"Too much?" he asks when you begin to shudder with ecstasy. "I wish I could turn it off, but they say breaks should never be cut short. Messes with the rhythm of things."

You groan as he sets you back in your seat, stuffing your hands between your thighs in desperation. Five minutes. He said five minutes. Already, you're creeping up on your third climax, toes curling tight in your shoes. Whatever protests you had have long disappeared under your moans. You just want to get past that edge and-

It stops.

"H-Huh?" Your eyes flutter open, chest heaving as you slowly force yourself to look up. Behind his desk, Leighton holds up a small remote, then casually swaps it out for a small timer in the shape of an apple.

Something cold slithers through your senses, warning you that trying to get off now would spell disaster. But that means twenty five minutes of waiting until it turns back on. And he fucking expects you to study?!

It must reflect in your eyes, because Leighton smiles and winds the timer until the arrow points to 25. "And your twenty five minutes starts...Now."

[merakiui]

Imagine being sandwiched between himbo jock Floyd and punk Jade,,, as always, Floyd just wants to shove it in but then he sees how cute you look coming apart on Jade's tongue and fingers and suddenly he wants to learn everything!!

He's obviously very clumsy and doesn't know what he's doing at first, buuuuut... It's an improvement at least

- 🦈

Floyd isn’t prone to envy often, but when it comes to Jade and everything that he is Floyd tends to feel inferior sometimes. So when he sees the way you gasp and cry and arch your back when Jade’s eating you out, his hands on your thighs to keep them spread, he’s overcome with so much frustrated envy. For one, he’s impatient and wants to just thrust up inside you, whether in your hole or mouth, but Jade’s making that impossible, what with how he monopolizes your attention. It’s annoying and taps at an insecurity Floyd doesn’t feel like addressing right now.

Maybe Jade preps you for Floyd, spreading you out accordingly and wringing a few orgasms from you just to make you extra boneless for his brother. Floyd hates that it feels like he’s being handheld through sex, grits his teeth at the way Jade seems to be a natural at everything when he slips behind you, letting you slump back against his chest. Floyd takes up the space Jade once occupied, a seamless switch in which you don’t quite realize at first, too fucked out to even look at him properly.

Floyd never really cared much for taking things slow. It’s boring and lame, and he likes the fast-paced whiplash of rough, carnal sex. But that’s not what he’s meant to do today. Jade whispers all manner of filth in your ears, tugs on your nipples with a mean grin, while you spread yourself open for Floyd, your fingers curling around his cock to stroke it. You realize then that it’s not Jade looming in front of you because Jade has a Prince Albert and Floyd does not. But it doesn’t matter much. Floyd is still big and thick and you pull him closer, begging him through breathy whispers to put it in. And oooooo if that doesn’t make even more blood rush to his dick… how can you be so cute? He never thought much of you before, only ever hounding you for sex, but now he notices all the little things when he hesitates and admires you. The way there’s a sheen of sweat on you, the way your hole is so slick and prepped, the way your chest rises and falls with each of Jade’s ministrations…

Floyd is determined to do better than Jade. He has to; it’s a sort of sibling rivalry thing. They don’t compete often, but when they do it’s a serious competition. The tip of his cock presses against your hole; you tense and shiver. Jade massages your shoulders, spidery digits dancing all across your body. He has the gall to tell you, “Relax. You won’t feel a thing with his clumsy fumbling. Not even discomfort.” Floyd snarls at him; he knows he’s intentionally doing this to get him worked up, so that he’ll snap his hips forwards and fuck you at a bruising pace and then Jade will be proven correct.

But Floyd has restraint and he’s determined. He slides in slowly, reaching to hold your hips on instinct. He’s always hated missionary because it’s boring and vanilla, but now he realizes he was missing something. He gets to see your face. And it’s the prettiest when it’s teary-eyed and twisted in pleasure. He almost cums right there, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning at the way you squeeze his dick, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pull him down to kiss you. It’s the first time you and Floyd have kissed, and though he lacks technique he melts into the kiss, pressing his mouth to yours and drinking your every sound in until both of you have to separate for air.

The sex isn’t world-changing, but it’s still so good. Floyd thinks it’s a success; he made you cum with his dick, after all, and you kissed him a lot. He’s proud of that, even if it’s annoying that Jade proceeded to swap with him after Floyd was tapped out and you go from slow, sweet, delicate sex to flipped on your stomach and rutted into like an animal. And you cum within the first few minutes, much to Floyd’s chagrin.

One day he’ll get even better than Jade, and then you’ll finally look at him in the way you look at his twin.

[kingofthe-egirls]

TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 4)

series

(cw: ballet!reader, reader is in college studying ballet, Shoyo is back from Brazil, kissing, tit play, romantic sex)

(a/n: like my status if u caught my waiting for godot reference. also this is so romantic i loved this)

words: 831

****

Your college apartment is scattered with clothes and dirty dishes. (You’re swamped with homework, okay?)

It’s comfy and cozy, with a rose pink couch and scuffed-up coffee table.

Shoyo lies on top of you, kissing you into oblivion. He hums against your lips, pressing his hips into yours.

“Miss me, pretty girl?”

Shoyo had been away for two years, playing in Brazil. You’d started studying ballet at college: learning history, techniques, everything. Your life is saturated in dance, and your body is usually sore. But your skills are improving, and auditions for the school’s next production are coming. They doing the classic: Swan Lake. You want a solo. You want Odette.

But that’s another story.

Now, Shoyo is on top of you, asking if you missed him.

“Of course!” You say, whining as you arch up into him. Shoyo smiles, wicked sparkle in his amber eyes.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “You better.”

You giggle as he nuzzles your nose.

His voice is raspy, cheeks red in hazy pleasure. Your greedy hands find their way beneath his t-shirt; this is the first makeout sesh you both have has since Shoyo returned. You squeeze his abs, lips parted as a gasp escapes you.

He is sculpted.

Shoyo smiled deviously as he lets you grope his muscles.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm!” You nod happily as you move to squeezing his biceps.

Shoyo snickers.

He ruts his hips into yours. Impatient.

“Want ya,” he says, raspy. His skin is rosy and his smile is syrupy. He demonstrates his want again, pressing his clothed erection against your core. “Missed ya so bad, baby.”

“Missed you too,” you gasp. You grab his face, bringing your mouths together for a hot, messy kiss. “Want you,” you say.

Shoyo’s eyes darken, and his own greedy hands work their way below your shirt. He fondles at your tits, calloused hands strong and warm. “So sexy f’me…,” his whispers, lifting your shirt over your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra: your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze.

He leans down, starting to kiss your skin. His lips are perfect.

He teases you.

Shoyo’s body fits against yours like a warm, weighted blanket. He’s familiar: solid, heavy, warm. Tethering.

He snickers at the sounds you make.

“Sho!” You gasp impatiently, arching up against him, “Want you, now!”

Shoyo lets out a groan, lifting off of you to tug his own shirt off over his head. You lick your lips, and reach out to touch. Shoyo undoes the strings of his sweatpants.

His body is godlike.

It’s sculpted, rosy, and amber-freckled. Shoyo is strong and warm, and when he circles his arms around your waist, making love to you, he is Safe. Home. Harbor.

Him.

“Shoyo,” you whine, arms around his neck, “Love you so much~!”

He nips at your jawline, then moves to smooching down your neck. His cock is safely inside you, deep at your core, as he shows you just how much he missed you.

“Love ya too, baby. Always have—,” he cuts himself off with a heady groan, before hiding his face in your neck. His arms are around you, holding you to him in missionary.

Shoyo thrusts into you slowly, steadily. He’s making love to you in every sense of the word. His time away had grown you into a needy mess: keening and writhing and arching into his grasp.

He’s not much better, whining and gasping in your ear. Your bodies are fit perfectly, soulfully together. Sexting and video calls these past two years were nothing, nothing compared to this. This

rhythm.

That’s the word to describe it: rhythm. Your heartbeats are intertwined: synced and aligned. Ah, how sweetly he loves you, and—

Shoyo.

He cums with a sound an angel might make: heady and heavenly and all, all yours. Fuck.

You’re cumming,

too.

“Shoyo!” You moan, face hidden in his shoulder. He steers you through another orgasm, sex incarnate, as he gasps and moans right along with you. Love, love, love…

“That’s it, that’s it, pretty girl~” He smooches below your ear. Slowly, you both come down.

Air leaves you both in a satisfied sigh. Shoyo pulls out of you, and scoops you up as he stands. You smile, eyes closed, as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter, and smooches your cheek before turning on the hot water.

“Hm, pretty girl? Didja like that?” He asks, cheeks all flushed with a sleepy smile. You nod, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your fingers in his soft, orange hair. You kiss him, slowly.

“Mm, loved it,” you murmur against his soft lips. He circles his arms around your waist. His kisses are long and languid.

“Love you,” he whispers, voice cracking. His lips brush your cheeks, your jaw, your eyelids. He is murmuring sweet little praises into your skin. He smells like summer.

Like sunshine,

like summer.

****

[bookloover35]

The Edge of the Blade, Part 2.

Months had passed since Zoro's defeat at the hands of Y/N Dracule. The memory of that fight still burned in his mind, fueling countless hours of grueling training. The swordsman had no intention of staying the underdog forever. He vowed that the next time they crossed paths, it would be different.

And fate, as it often did, seemed eager to test that resolve.

The Thousand Sunny had docked on a quiet island for supplies. Luffy had dragged the crew to the town square, claiming there was a festival. Music, food, and laughter filled the air, but Zoro hung back, uninterested in the revelry. His hand rested instinctively on the hilt of his sword as he wandered the outskirts of town.

That's when he saw her.

Y/N stood in a clearing outside the town, her sword glinting in the sunlight as she practiced. Each swing of her blade was precise, her movements fluid as though she was dancing with the wind.

Zoro stopped in his tracks, watching her for a moment. Then, as if sensing his presence, Y/N turned. A smirk tugged at her lips when she saw him.

"Well, if it isn't Roronoa Zoro," she said, sheathing her sword. "I was beginning to think you'd been avoiding me."

Zoro stepped closer, his expression calm but his eyes burning with determination. "I don't run away from a challenge. And I've been looking forward to this."

"Oh?" Her smirk widened as she tilted her head. "You think you're ready for me this time?"

"Only one way to find out," Zoro replied, drawing his swords.

The clash of blades rang through the clearing as their fight began. Zoro came at her with all the power he could muster, his strikes fast and relentless. Y/N blocked each one with practiced ease, though she could tell he had improved.

"You've gotten faster," she said, sidestepping a slash aimed at her shoulder. "And stronger."

"You talk too much," Zoro shot back, his grin sharp as he pressed his attack.

The fight was different this time. Zoro wasn't just relying on brute force. His movements were more controlled, his strikes more calculated. He was adapting, reading her movements and anticipating her counters.

For the first time, Y/N found herself on the defensive.

But Y/N wasn't one to be easily cornered. She spun gracefully, her blade cutting a tight arc that forced Zoro to leap back. Taking advantage of the distance, she launched a precise thrust aimed at his midsection.

Zoro parried, their blades locking together. The intensity of their gazes met, and for a moment, neither moved.

"You've been training," Y/N said, her voice low but approving.

"Every damn day," Zoro replied. "Because of you."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the admission. But the moment of surprise cost her. Zoro shifted his weight, breaking the blade lock and landing a clean strike against her sword arm.

Y/N hissed as she stumbled back, her grip on her sword loosening. Zoro didn't hesitate, pressing his advantage with a powerful overhead strike. She managed to block it, but the force drove her to one knee.

Zoro pointed the tip of his blade at her throat, his chest heaving with exertion. "Looks like I win this time."

Y/N looked up at him, her expression unreadable. Then, to his surprise, she laughed.

"Well done, Roronoa Zoro," she said, lowering her sword. "You've earned it."

Later, as the two sat by a fire in the clearing, Y/N wrapped a bandage around her arm while Zoro cleaned his swords.

"You've grown stronger," she said, breaking the silence.

Zoro glanced at her. "You're still better."

"That's not true," Y/N said, her tone serious. "You've surpassed me in raw strength. And your technique has improved. If you keep this up, you might even surpass my father someday."

Zoro froze for a moment, her words sinking in. To hear praise from someone like her—someone who carried Mihawk's legacy—meant more than he cared to admit.

"Don't think I'm satisfied with just this," he said, sheathing his swords. "I'll keep training. And next time, I'll beat you so thoroughly you won't have anything to laugh about."

Y/N smiled faintly. "Good. I'd hate for you to get complacent. I'll look forward to our next fight."

As they sat together under the stars, an unspoken understanding passed between them. They were rivals, but perhaps something more—a connection forged in the clash of blades, destined to push them both toward greater heights.

For now, though, there was peace in the quiet camaraderie they shared, the bond of two swords sharpened against each other.

[esteliaon]

boxer!artrick headcanons —

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boxer!art - Art Donaldson would be a true force in the ring. calm, calculated, and possessing an innate understanding of timing and distance that would make him a nightmare for his opponents. He wouldn't be the flashiest or most flamboyant boxer, but his strength lies in his cerebral approach to the sport. Art’s mentality is rooted in precision. He trains with an obsessive attention to detail, constantly breaking down every movement, every jab, and every footwork adjustment to ensure it is performed with exacting accuracy. He’s the kind of boxer who knows how to break his opponent down psychologically as much as physically.

boxer!art - He’d be a master of the counterpunch, using his ability to absorb and dodge attacks, luring his opponent into a false sense of confidence before springing into action. His jab would be quick and sharp, almost surgical, and his left hook would be a thing of beauty, quick and powerful but with an almost silent grace.

boxer!art - Outside the ring, Art would be humble about his skill. He wouldn’t boast about his victories, preferring instead to analyze the intricacies of each match with a focus on improving his technique. Training with him would be like attending a masterclass in strategy and self-discipline. He'd never let his ego get in the way of progress, and he’d always seek to grow in every aspect of his craft.

boxer!art - Art’s relationship with you would be built on mutual respect. He’s the kind of person who listens more than he speaks, genuinely interested in understanding your thoughts, feelings, and ambitions. He’s incredibly perceptive and able to pick up on the smallest nuances in the way they talk or the way they move. If something’s wrong, he’ll know, and he’ll want to do whatever he can to help you work through it, whether it’s offering a solution or just being there to listen. This comes from his innate understanding of people; in the ring, he’s always reading his opponent’s body language, and he applies that same skill in his relationships.

boxer!art - When Art is training or preparing for a fight, he’s focused and almost obsessive. This can be a source of tension with you, who might struggle with his single-mindedness at times. He’d always try to make time for you, but it’s clear that his love for boxing runs deep, and there���s a certain level of sacrifice that comes with it. Still, he would always ensure his partner knows how important you are. After long hours in the gym, surprising you with gifts, kisses, snuggles and even fucking. As he thrust into you, he groans. “oh..oh baby—baby. You’re so fucking important to me. Oh fuckk..”

boxer!art - your favorite thing was releasing some of his tension. The tension that had been needed to be released and that was very visible in his face after he’d finished. Fucking after a match was his favorite thing when he wasn’t so tired. The way you ghosted your fingers over his pale abs and the way you moaned into his ear like you were chanting his name. Chanting his name like all the fans did when he was walking down to fight. He worshipped you, his number 1 fan. The one that held his hand and stood close behind the bars, reassuring him it was going to be okay. That nothing would change if he lost, that he was more than how he performed. You were his and he was yours.

boxer!patrick - Patrick Zweig, on the other hand, would be a more dynamic and unpredictable boxer, a whirlwind of power and charisma. His style would be built around his explosive athleticism and ability to generate lightning-fast combinations. Unlike Art’s calm and calculated nature, Patrick would embody the raw, primal energy of boxing. he fights with passion, intensity, and an almost animal-like instinct for the sport. He’d be the kind of boxer who could be a wild card. He didn’t think like art did. Just swung until he won, and it worked. Sometimes.

boxer!patrick - He’d throw combinations with such speed that they’d almost blur into one another. His unpredictability in the ring would make him dangerous; one moment he’d be slipping under an opponent’s guard, and the next, he’d unleash a brutal uppercut that seemed to come out of nowhere. His footwork would be explosive, always darting in and out of range with quick bursts of movement. Though his technique would be slightly less refined than Art’s, Patrick would make up for it with his raw power and durability.

boxer!patrick - Outside the ring, Patrick’s personality would be larger than life. He’d be the kind of guy who throws himself into every training session, always pushing harder than the day before. There’s no such thing as a “half-assed” workout for him. He’s the type of boxer who would encourage his team with motivational speeches, his presence in the gym undeniable, whether he's sparring or simply cheering on his training partners. Patrick’s fan base would likely be huge, his charisma and emotional intensity drawing people in. Even if he loses, he’d always give his fans a show to remember.

boxer!patrick - His relationship with you would be full of energy, excitement, and an almost childlike enthusiasm. Patrick is the kind of person who surprises you with spontaneous date ideas. ranging from an impromptu trip to a place you’ve never been before to late-night drives with the windows down and music blasting. He thrives on adventure and wants you to feel that same thrill, constantly pushing you to try new things and live in the moment. He would never want you to feel bored or stuck in a routine. Patrick's idea of romance is full of energy, not the slow burn of a candle but the quick burst of fireworks that leave you breathless.

boxer!patrick - Patrick’s love language is loud, and he’s the type to make up for the time he spends away with grand gestures when he’s present. After a fight, win or lose, he would be the first to reach out to you , pulling them into a tight embrace and telling them how much you mean to him. Win or lose, your presence is what keeps him grounded.

boxer!patrick - Patrick and your relationship would be filled with physical affection; lots of hugs, kisses, and moments of closeness. You would never feel ignored or underappreciated and he made sure of that as he praised each area of your body. From your face all the down to your heat, then your toes. He truly adored you, his thing? Thrusting into you with your legs up on his shoulders, suddenly grabbing your calfs and kissing your feet, giving them soft licks. “Fuckk, every inch!— of you is soo perfect! mphh-“

boxer!artrick - If Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig ever found themselves in the ring together, the contrast in their styles would make it an intriguing match-up. Art’s calm and methodical pace would directly oppose Patrick’s explosive and chaotic approach. Art would likely spend the first few minutes figuring Patrick out, waiting for his opportunities to capitalize on his opponent’s mistakes. Patrick, on the other hand, would bring relentless pressure from the first round, trying to land heavy shots to put Art on the back foot.

boxer!artrick - they continuously joke about each other’s techniques when it comes to their boxing. Patrick snorting at art, “why don’t you just punch? why do you use your head do goddamn much?”, art rolling his eyes in response. “Because using your brain actually works, maybe you should try it.” He shook his head. Patrick glaring and suddenly tackling art to the ground. Tousling around the ground until one was pinned down and the other on top. “I win!” Patrick cheered as he held art down.

[cwen-northwice]

It's shocking how fast a blade can rust.

Due to a combination of woefully imbalanced humours and the wretched climate of Ansteorra, it has been nearly two weeks since my last fight. My usual Monday night fights were technically on, but with the heat as it was, I was disinclined to fight in it. As luck would have it though, there is a Tuesday night fight as near to my home as any of my other practices, and they have the good fortune of an indoor practice space. So to make sure I definitely did get some practice in this week, I donned my big girl breeches and dragged myself to meet some new friends.

There were a few familiar faces but I made a point of challenging folk I had not fought previously (or at least, had only fought in my limited run in tourneys). I did not need to fight many before my physical condition became an issue. No doubt my warboard exacerbated the problem, but it was not many fights before I found my knees and fingers wobbly. I suspect some of it was nerves also: I try to be friendly as much as I can, but meeting new people can be daunting regardless. Whatever myriad contributing factors, I found I spent a great deal of tonight policing my readiness.

Which while an important challenge, is not necessarily an interesting one to read about. Leastwise, it is a topic I have discussed previously and do not have any new thoughts on the matter. One must use good judgement and assess oneself without pride. It's important to challenge yourself, but one must know when they are being careless. I have other things I wanted to discuss.

First, it should be said. I have once again struggled with my eternal nemesis: measure. I went several passes with a Noble Gentleman and he, as many other before him observed that I missed many (most) of my thrusts by by an inch or two. With better control of measure, I could have had some solid strikes. He did give me a recommendation that in general, I find to be unhelpful at best and at worst something like to scare off newcomers. He advised I get a new sword. To his credit, he immediately offered me one of the longer loaners they had on hand, which is better than most I've had this same exchange with whose advice is truly just buy new expensive weapons. I declined the offer as I'd rather improve my technique than just use different equipment. All the same, if you find yourself in a situation where you are advising newcomers or even just more junior fighters than you, unless you have been asked for an equipment recommendation, I would advise against suggesting spending money as a solution to an issue with technique. Not everyone has four to eight hundred dollars for a new sword.

I also got to fight with another Gentleman that many had recommended to me as a man with a great deal of technical skill. What I found most impressive was his ability to remain engaged with my blade. I could tell he was just feeling out my skill level. I've no doubt he could have easily struck me at any point. Instead, everything disengage I tried, he was able to reengage before I could gain the advantage. It felt almost like he knew where I was moving to before I did. If you are familiar with the Italian guards, then you would have seen him slide through each position with grace and ease, keeping my blade locked up however I tried to slip around his defense. The next time I see him, I will need to pick his brain to find out what he's responding to. My suspicion is he does in fact know where I'm going to move to because he can see where the opening is. He knows my options and is making decisions based on that instead of reacting to my movement. I will report back if I find out.

I am glad I went though. The rust has been growing on my brain as I've been unable to fight. I needed to get out and get moving. I will see if I can manage three fight nights a week (weather permitting) but if I can't, it's good to have a reliable inclement weather back up practice. Here's hoping Wednesday's forecast is more pleasant.

[florchis]

Can a Chiropractor Help Sciatica?

A chiropractor can help sciatica patients experience relief from debilitating pain. Chiropractic care is one of the major non-surgical sciatica treatment techniques. This is a treatment based on scientific principles, and click here many kinds of sciatica can be successfully treated by highly trained chiropractors.

Chiropractic manipulation can treat a wide array of musculoskeletal disorders. Trained professionals offer manual manipulation and adjustments to the spine targeting proper alignment of the spinal column which helps correct the various conditions that cause sciatica.

What Is Sciatica Pain?

Sciatica pain is the result of the compression or irritation of one of the spinal nerve roots located at the back of the leg. Depending on the severity of the condition, symptoms of sciatica could range from a numbness or tingling sensation to acute pain in the leg or even trouble moving the leg.

Chiropractic Manipulation

Chiropractic care begins with chiropractors diagnosing the precise conditions causing sciatica pain through a comprehensive physical examination. As the chiropractic care progresses, the patient begins to experience increased blood circulation and release of blockages for strengthening of the immune system.

Benefits of Chiropractic Care

Some of the advantages of chiropractic sciatica pain relief treatment include:

Strengthening of the body

Increase in flexibility and vitality

Reduced response to painful stimuli

Better blood circulation

Injury prevention

Reduced muscle spasm, stress, inflammation

Improved coordination of the joints

Improved immunity of the body

Promotion of natural healing

Since natural healing is one of the major aims of chiropractic care, it is a safe procedure and ideal for treatment for sciatica, musculoskeletal disorders, and injury.

Why You Need the Right Chiropractor

The key elements of chiropractic care for sciatica treatment and other conditions are passive stretching, isometric stretching and massaging. But the basis of chiropractic care is manual manipulation. This is why the skill of the healthcare professional is vital. Gentle thrust of the hands can correct misaligned vertebrae and many other such spinal disorders. It ensures restoration of maximum body movement and relief from pain without surgery or medication.

Non-surgical Sciatica Treatment Is Here to Stay

Sciatica pain relief is not elusive and with reliable multi-specialty healthcare centers providing chiropractic care and other non-surgical treatment for sciatica, you can put your fears about surgery to rest. Can a chiropractor help sciatica patients experience relief? Absolutely! If you’re experiencing symptoms similar to sciatic pain, get in touch with the experienced physical therapists and healthcare professionals at a reliable pain management center.

[mooechi]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

TECHNIQUES:

Winter Breathing has 10 known techniques and forms at minimum:

First Form: Immobile Frostbite (Ichi no kata: Fūdō no Tōshō 不動の凍傷)

- The user dashes to their target and within a moment, performs a seemingly singular strike which penetrates a set of short yet precise and accurate swift thrusts resembling a sharp icicle piercing through the air that impales the opponent's vital points (such as the neck, heart, torso, etc.) to render loss/total loss of mobility that lasts depending on the latter's defenses/resistance.

Second Form: Preserved Frost (Ni no kata: Hōzon sareta Shimō 保存された霜)

- The user backflips into the air, simultaneously delivering an overhead slash before somersaulting again to reposition themself to release numerous slashes coming at all directions from afar, overwhelming the opponent.

Third Form: Oscillating Tundra (San no kata: Shindō sūru Tsūndōra 振動するツンドラ)

- The user begins fluctuating to discombobulate the enemy reciprocating snow rolling through tundra, before abruptly kicking off the ground and dashing towards their opponent with speed of sudden translocation, then doing six short, but fleet shallow slashes overlapping one another aiming to blind the opponent, the user then vanishes from view much like a snowflake amidst the snowfall, only to reappear behind their opponent, and performs two stronger helical slashes on top of one another in a rapid succession.

Oscillating Tundra, Luminous Hail (転がるツンドラ、光る雹 Shindō sūru Tsūndōra, Hikaru Hyō) - An improved version of Third Form: Rolling Tundra. The user instead flaunts the enemy continuously, while subsequently releasing flurries of hail-like slashes, each strike twisting and curving resembling the frozen shards of a hailstorm, striking their opponent from unexpected angles.

Fourth Form: Dancing Glacier Tundra, Northern Gale (Shi no kata: Odōru Hyōga Tsūndōra, Kitakaze 踊る氷河ツンドラ、北風)

- The user bends their blade in a swift glacial motion alongside their body in unison, dancing gracefully in a waltz-snowflake pattern concurrently shredding everything in its path fluidly during the dance-esque state to pulverize everything within a vast range.

Fifth Form: Distant Snow, Devouring Ice (Go no kata: Tōku no Yuki, Mūsaboru kōri 遠い雪、貪る氷)

- The user leaps up, adjusting their footwork in a way that allows them to move freely even without any solid foothold before releasing innumerable, rapid whirling slashes in front/around them as they pass to obliterate multiple opponents at once aerially.

Sixth Form: Extirpating Blizzard (Roku no kata: Genzetsu sūru Fūbūki 根絶する吹雪)

- The user spins and twists their upper body in a circular motion which unleashes a flurry of five-layered cyclonic slashes on top of the other in a quick succession that freezes the air around it to numb the opponent's limbs and impedes their movements.

Seventh Form: Gale Dragon's Thunderclap (Shichi no kata: Hayate Ryū no Gōrai 疾風竜の轟雷)

- The user advances to their target at blistering speeds that accelerate over time as they primarily focus their strength to their legs to perform this at a vigorous rate of speed while simultaneously releasing flurries of dozen gyrating slashes that annihilates everything obstructing its path and is significantly enhanced by the momentum of their speed.

Kuraokami Ryūjin (闇龗 龍神, Shichi no kata: Kuraokami Ryūjin, lit: Seventh Form: Gale Dragon's Thunderclap) - An extension of Seventh Form: Gale Dragon's Thunderclap created by Akari Fuyutsuki. The user performs Gale Dragon’s Thunderclap while drastically augmenting its speed overtime, allowing the user to travel faster than the speed of light for no more than 2 seconds to the point where user's silhouette phantasms a blue dragon.

Eighth Form: Eternal Sleetstorm (Hachi no Kata: Eien no Mizōre Arashi 永遠のみぞれ嵐)

- The user somersaults into the air, kicking off the ground with a great amount of force to enhance the released barrage of rapid downcast slashes from afar that ends with a more powerful one symbolizing an array of ice pellets, capable of deflecting projectiles. Versatile as it may serve as either offense or defense.

Perpetual Hailstorm (永久のあられ嵐 Eikyū no Arare Arashi) - An alternate variation of Eighth Form: Eternal Sleetstorm created by Akari Fuyutsuki. The user hurriedly unleashes dozens of downcast slashes on top of one another raining down on the opponent much like a hailstorm to defend from all incoming attacks and to overwhelm the opponent. Often used during urgently critical situations to parry midair, especially when foothold is elusive.

Ninth Form: Hypothermic Winter Gale (Ku no Kata: Teitaionshō no Fuyu no arashi 低体温の冬の嵐)

- The user flutters their blade swiftly in a flowing manner as they rush around their opponent at speeds that formulates a frigid blizzard that meddles with the opponent's senses over time, making their movements considerably slower and sluggish, rendering their attacks weaker and predictable. Typically, instantaneously followed/accompanied by another attack.

Tenth Form: Crystallized Tumult (Jū no kata: Kesshō-ka shita sōran 結晶化した騒乱)

- The user appears stagnant while executing a series of delayed-barrages of impeccable slashes that almost eradicates all incoming attacks resulting in a powerful shockwave emitting from the sheer speed which typically conjures a blizzard that obscures the user's whereabouts and makes their following movements unreadable. However, the technique's effectiveness is limited, as faster and resilient attacks can break through the process leading to the limited duration of the blizzard.

yes, I thought of all this back then.

the translations may, or may not be correct.

nonetheless, feel free to use this. but please credit me, thank you!

[digitaldetoxworld]

Top 10 Emerging Tech Trends to Watch in 2025

 Technology is evolving at an unprecedented tempo, shaping industries, economies, and day by day lifestyles. As we method 2025, several contemporary technology are set to redefine how we engage with the sector. From synthetic intelligence to quantum computing, here are the important thing emerging tech developments to look at in 2025.

Top 10 Emerging Tech Trends In 2025

1. Artificial Intelligence (AI) Evolution

AI remains a dominant force in technological advancement. By 2025, we will see AI turning into greater sophisticated and deeply incorporated into corporations and personal programs. Key tendencies include:

Generative AI: AI fashions like ChatGPT and DALL·E will strengthen similarly, generating more human-like textual content, images, and even films.

AI-Powered Automation: Companies will more and more depend upon AI-pushed automation for customer support, content material advent, and even software development.

Explainable AI (XAI): Transparency in AI decision-making becomes a priority, ensuring AI is greater trustworthy and comprehensible.

AI in Healthcare: From diagnosing sicknesses to robot surgeries, AI will revolutionize healthcare, reducing errors and improving affected person results.

2. Quantum Computing Breakthroughs

Quantum computing is transitioning from theoretical studies to real-global packages. In 2025, we will expect:

More powerful quantum processors: Companies like Google, IBM, and startups like IonQ are making full-size strides in quantum hardware.

Quantum AI: Combining quantum computing with AI will enhance machine studying fashions, making them exponentially quicker.

Commercial Quantum Applications: Industries like logistics, prescribed drugs, and cryptography will begin leveraging quantum computing for fixing complex troubles that traditional computer systems can not manage successfully.

3. The Rise of Web3 and Decentralization

The evolution of the net continues with Web3, emphasizing decentralization, blockchain, and user possession. Key factors consist of:

Decentralized Finance (DeFi): More economic services will shift to decentralized platforms, putting off intermediaries.

Non-Fungible Tokens (NFTs) Beyond Art: NFTs will find utility in actual estate, gaming, and highbrow belongings.

Decentralized Autonomous Organizations (DAOs): These blockchain-powered organizations will revolutionize governance systems, making choice-making more obvious and democratic.

Metaverse Integration: Web3 will further integrate with the metaverse, allowing secure and decentralized digital environments.

4. Extended Reality (XR) and the Metaverse

Virtual Reality (VR), Augmented Reality (AR), and Mixed Reality (MR) will retain to improve, making the metaverse extra immersive. Key tendencies consist of:

Lighter, More Affordable AR/VR Devices: Companies like Apple, Meta, and Microsoft are working on more accessible and cushty wearable generation.

Enterprise Use Cases: Businesses will use AR/VR for far flung paintings, education, and collaboration, lowering the want for physical office spaces.

Metaverse Economy Growth: Digital belongings, digital real estate, and immersive studies will gain traction, driven via blockchain technology.

AI-Generated Virtual Worlds: AI will play a role in developing dynamic, interactive, and ever-evolving virtual landscapes.

5. Sustainable and Green Technology

With growing concerns over weather alternate, generation will play a vital function in sustainability. Some key innovations include:

Carbon Capture and Storage (CCS): New techniques will emerge to seize and keep carbon emissions efficaciously.

Smart Grids and Renewable Energy Integration: AI-powered clever grids will optimize power distribution and consumption.

Electric Vehicle (EV) Advancements: Battery generation upgrades will cause longer-lasting, faster-charging EVs.

Biodegradable Electronics: The upward thrust of green digital additives will assist lessen e-waste.

6. Biotechnology and Personalized Medicine

Healthcare is present process a metamorphosis with biotech improvements. By 2025, we expect:

Gene Editing and CRISPR Advances: Breakthroughs in gene modifying will enable treatments for genetic disorders.

Personalized Medicine: AI and big statistics will tailor remedies based on man or woman genetic profiles.

Lab-Grown Organs and Tissues: Scientists will make in addition progress in 3D-published organs and tissue engineering.

Wearable Health Monitors: More superior wearables will music fitness metrics in actual-time, presenting early warnings for illnesses.

7. Edge Computing and 5G Expansion

The developing call for for real-time statistics processing will push aspect computing to the vanguard. In 2025, we will see:

Faster 5G Networks: Global 5G insurance will increase, enabling excessive-velocity, low-latency verbal exchange.

Edge AI Processing: AI algorithms will system information in the direction of the source, reducing the want for centralized cloud computing.

Industrial IoT (IIoT) Growth: Factories, deliver chains, and logistics will advantage from real-time facts analytics and automation.

Eight. Cybersecurity and Privacy Enhancements

With the upward thrust of AI, quantum computing, and Web3, cybersecurity will become even more essential. Expect:

AI-Driven Cybersecurity: AI will come across and prevent cyber threats extra effectively than traditional methods.

Zero Trust Security Models: Organizations will undertake stricter get right of entry to controls, assuming no entity is inherently sincere.

Quantum-Resistant Cryptography: As quantum computer systems turn out to be greater effective, encryption techniques will evolve to counter potential threats.

Biometric Authentication: More structures will rely on facial reputation, retina scans, and behavioral biometrics.

9. Robotics and Automation

Automation will hold to disrupt numerous industries. By 2025, key trends encompass:

Humanoid Robots: Companies like Tesla and Boston Dynamics are growing robots for commercial and family use.

AI-Powered Supply Chains: Robotics will streamline logistics and warehouse operations.

Autonomous Vehicles: Self-using automobiles, trucks, and drones will become greater not unusual in transportation and shipping offerings.

10. Space Exploration and Commercialization

Space era is advancing swiftly, with governments and private groups pushing the boundaries. Trends in 2025 include:

Lunar and Mars Missions: NASA, SpaceX, and other groups will development of their missions to establish lunar bases.

Space Tourism: Companies like Blue Origin and Virgin Galactic will make industrial area travel more reachable.

Asteroid Mining: Early-level research and experiments in asteroid mining will start, aiming to extract rare materials from area.

[freeonlineworkouts]

Kettlebell Workout

Kettlebell workouts are a fantastic way to build strength, improve endurance, and enhance overall fitness. Kettlebells are versatile tools that combine cardio and strength training, making them ideal for full-body workouts. Below is a beginner-friendly kettlebell workout that targets major muscle groups and boosts cardiovascular fitness.

Benefits of Kettlebell Workouts

Full-Body Conditioning: Engages multiple muscle groups simultaneously.

Improves Strength and Power: Builds functional strength through dynamic movements.

Boosts Cardiovascular Fitness: Combines strength and cardio for an efficient workout.

Enhances Mobility and Flexibility: Promotes better range of motion and joint health.

Burns Calories: High-intensity kettlebell exercises torch calories and fat.

Portable and Versatile: Easy to use at home, in the gym, or outdoors.

Kettlebell Workout Plan (Beginner-Friendly)

Warm-Up (5–10 Minutes)

Prepare your body with dynamic stretches and light movements:

Arm Circles: 10 forward, 10 backward.

Bodyweight Squats: 10–15 reps.

Hip Circles: 10 each direction.

Jumping Jacks: 1–2 minutes.

Lunges: 5–10 reps per leg.

Kettlebell Workout (20–30 Minutes)

Perform each exercise for 40 seconds, followed by 20 seconds of rest. Complete 3 rounds of the circuit. Use a lightweight kettlebell (8–12 kg for beginners).

Kettlebell Goblet Squat

Hold the kettlebell close to your chest with both hands.

Squat down, keeping your chest up and knees tracking over toes.

Push through your heels to return to standing.

Kettlebell Deadlift

Stand with feet hip-width apart, kettlebell on the floor in front of you.

Hinge at the hips, keeping your back flat, and grab the kettlebell with both hands.

Drive through your heels to stand up, squeezing your glutes at the top.

Kettlebell Swing

Stand with feet slightly wider than hip-width apart, kettlebell between your legs.

Hinge at the hips, grab the kettlebell with both hands, and swing it back between your legs.

Thrust your hips forward to swing the kettlebell to shoulder height.

Kettlebell Row (Single-Arm)

Place one hand and knee on a bench or stable surface, holding the kettlebell in the other hand.

Pull the kettlebell toward your hip, keeping your elbow close to your body.

Lower the kettlebell with control.

Kettlebell Push Press

Hold the kettlebell at shoulder height in one hand.

Dip your knees slightly, then explosively press the kettlebell overhead.

Lower it back to shoulder height with control.

Kettlebell Russian Twist

Sit on the floor with knees bent, holding the kettlebell with both hands.

Lean back slightly and twist your torso to the right, then to the left.

Cool-Down (5–10 Minutes)

Stretch and relax your muscles to improve flexibility and recovery:

Hamstring Stretch: Hold for 30 seconds per leg.

Quad Stretch: Hold for 30 seconds per leg.

Child’s Pose: Hold for 30–60 seconds.

Cat-Cow Stretch: 5–10 reps.

Tips for Success

Start Light: Use a lighter kettlebell to focus on form before increasing weight.

Focus on Form: Proper technique prevents injury and maximizes results.

Engage Your Core: Keep your core tight during all exercises for stability.

Breathe Properly: Exhale during exertion (e.g., lifting or pressing) and inhale during relaxation.

Rest as Needed: Take longer breaks if you feel fatigued.

Advanced Kettlebell Workout

For those with more experience, try this advanced kettlebell circuit:

Kettlebell Clean and Press (10 reps per arm)

Kettlebell Snatch (10 reps per arm)

Kettlebell Lunge (10 reps per leg)

Kettlebell Windmill (8 reps per side)

Kettlebell Burpee (10 reps)

Kettlebell Turkish Get-Up (5 reps per side)

Perform 3–4 rounds with minimal rest between exercises.

Conclusion

Kettlebell workouts are a powerful way to build strength, improve endurance, and burn calories. Whether you're a beginner or advanced, this workout can be tailored to your fitness level. Start with lighter weights, focus on form, and gradually increase intensity as you progress. Enjoy the benefits of this versatile and effective training tool!

[issysh3ll]

Hi issy!! I have a question, so my bf asked me earlier if I could ride him and I have always struggled with the hip movement, I tried to practice on a sticky dildo that like suctions to a floor but I can't find the right way...how could I improve in a day or even what can i do??

There are lots of different techniques to riding and everyone prefers something different

Most basic is on your knees and just bouncing up and down

Or you can try on your feet and like kinda squat over him and bounce

And then some people prefer to be on their knees and do a sort of grinding motion

You can do all sorts of combinations of these techniques. Probably the most popular would be on your knees and grind while going up and down

Also remember your partner can help you with this by putting their hands under your hips and supporting you as you move up and down. Or they can thrust up into you

So many options, it takes a bit of experimenting

[fitness-personal-trainer]

KILLER 7x7 Kettlebell Workout Routine

Kettlebell training has become a staple in fitness regimens worldwide due to its versatility, efficiency, and ability to provide a full-body workout. When it comes to building endurance, kettlebells are particularly effective. They combine strength training and cardiovascular exercise, making them a perfect tool for those seeking improved stamina, functional strength, and overall fitness. This article outlines a total-body kettlebell workout routine designed to enhance endurance.

Why Kettlebells for Endurance?

7x7 Kettlebell exercises involve dynamic movements that engage multiple muscle groups simultaneously. This not only strengthens muscles but also elevates the heart rate, mimicking the effects of high-intensity interval training (HIIT). The swinging, lifting, and pressing movements improve muscular endurance while challenging the cardiovascular system. Additionally, kettlebell workouts can enhance core stability, balance, and flexibility, making them a holistic fitness solution.

Total Body Kettlebell Workout Routine

Warm-Up (5–10 Minutes)

A proper warm-up prepares your body for the workout and reduces the risk of injury. Incorporate dynamic stretches and light cardio.

Arm Circles (30 seconds each direction)

Bodyweight Squats (10–12 reps)

Jumping Jacks (30 seconds)

Hip Bridges (10 reps)

Light Kettlebell Deadlifts (10 reps)

Workout: Endurance-Focused Kettlebell Circuit

Perform the following exercises in a circuit. Complete each move for 40 seconds, followed by 20 seconds of rest. Repeat the entire circuit 3–4 times for a complete workout.

Kettlebell Swings

Target: Glutes, hamstrings, core, and shoulders

How to: Stand with feet shoulder-width apart, holding the kettlebell with both hands. Hinge at the hips, swing the kettlebell between your legs, and then thrust your hips forward to swing it to chest height. Maintain a straight back and engage your core.

Goblet Squats

Target: Quads, glutes, and core

How to: Hold the kettlebell close to your chest with both hands. Lower your body into a squat position, keeping your chest up and back straight. Push through your heels to return to the starting position.

Kettlebell Clean and Press

Target: Shoulders, arms, and core

How to: Start with the kettlebell on the ground. Perform a clean to bring the kettlebell to shoulder height, then press it overhead. Lower it back to the starting position.

Renegade Rows

Target: Back, shoulders, and core

How to: Begin in a plank position with a kettlebell in each hand. Row one kettlebell towards your ribcage while keeping your body stable. Alternate sides.

Kettlebell Russian Twists

Target: Core and obliques

How to: Sit on the floor, holding the kettlebell with both hands. Lean back slightly and lift your feet off the ground. Twist the kettlebell side to side, engaging your core.

Cool Down (5–10 Minutes)

End your session with a cool-down to aid recovery and flexibility.

Child’s Pose (30 seconds)

Cat-Cow Stretch (30 seconds each)

Seated Forward Fold (30 seconds)

Side Body Stretch (30 seconds each side)

Tips for Success

Choose the Right Weight: Start with a kettlebell you can comfortably control while maintaining proper form.

Focus on Technique: Proper form is crucial to prevent injuries.

Stay Consistent: Perform this workout 2–3 times a week to see improvements in endurance.

Listen to Your Body: Rest as needed and adjust intensity based on your fitness level.

This 7x7 kettlebell workout not only enhances endurance but also boosts strength, burns calories, and improves overall functional fitness. Incorporate it into your fitness routine, and enjoy the benefits of this versatile training tool!