#you’re bulking upper and lower body

[dienamights]

Why do my faves have slutty waists? Is it so i can grab onto it when they sit on my face? Sorry I meant to say is it so I grab onto it when they sit on my face? Sorry I—

[stargirlrchive]

simon getting jealous over another coworker flirting with his work wife ? 👀

i had tew much fun writing this lmao

one — two — three — four

you don’t know how it happened, one second there was a recruit standing before you, and in the next you were shoved against the stretcher, tactical pants and panties pooled between your legs as simon bent you over to fuck his thick cock into you.

well—you do know how it happened, but it was so quick it left you dizzy.

anderson had been brought in by two other recruits, limping and grunting as they plopped him onto the medical bed. a deep gash on his upper thigh from one of the other recruits knicking his skin during practice.

it was deep, and angry—your fingers itching to patch him up as you ripped open a bigger hole on his tactical pants to get the wound cleaned. “you shouldn’t have let it get this far, anderson.”

“it’s sanders.”

you blinked up at him, a small frown on your lips, “pardon?”

“it’s sanders—not anderson.”

heat bloomed on your cheeks, the newest batch of recruits had been here for four months already and you were positive you’d only ever addressed him incorrectly. you cleared your throat, embarrassed. “i’m sorry—”

“it’s no big deal, i’m sure you can make up for it.”

your nerves flared as he cut you off, at what the grimy smirk on his face was insinuating. you couldn’t hold back the grimace on your face as you worked on patching him up and getting him out of your work space.

through the annoyance and blood pumping in your ears, you missed the big bulk of your lieutenant sliding into your space.

sander’s voice dropped lower, in what you assumed was his way of being seductive, “don’t be like that, honey.”

you forced yourself to not be overly rough with the way you were cleaning the gash on his thigh, fingers working methodically on his wound.

“i can show you a real good time.” and then his fingers were threading through your hair, the shock causing you to jostle as he tangled his fingers in the root of your hair to tug your neck upwards.

your heart pumped in anger, ready to yell at him to fuck off—to not fucking touch you. but simon beat you to it.

“get y’r fucking hands off my wife.”

the growl in simon’s voice had you tensing yet melting at the same time. shivers running down your back and heat coiling in your belly.

sanders scrambled upwards, back tense and eyes wide. you stumbled backwards, simon steadying you by placing a thick hand on your waist and pulling you to him.

“lieutenant riley—i had no idea, she didn’t-i didn’t know she was your wife.”

simon’s chest was practically vibrating with his anger, snarling down at the man in front of you like a rabid dog. heat bloomed between your thighs, clit aching at his proximity, at the way he protected you.

“i d’nt give two fucks what you know—get the fuck out of here.”

you had never seen someone leave your quarters faster, sanders left running like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

your body sagged into simon’s, relief filling you from the inside out as his fingers trailed over you. searching.

“you alright, sweetheart?”

you nod, heart thrumming and trying to wrap your head around what happened, “i need words, baby. talk to me. did he—did he do anything, touch you more than he did—”

you turned in his arms, face burying into his chest to breathe in his scent. “m’fine, he didn’t-i just can’t believe he had the nerve.”

simon’s eyes raked over you behind his skull mask. assessing, trying to make sure you really were alright. “i’m fine, simon. i swear. and feeling so much better because you’re here.”

he took a few more seconds to look you over, calloused finger gripping your throat gently and rubbing his gloved thumb over your jaw.

“almost fuckin’ killed him f’r touching you.”

a small laughed bubbled in your throat, leaning into him, “i’m almost positive he pissed himself. never seen you look so scary.”

his fingers loosened on your throat gently, “did i scare you?” his voice was awfully raw, almost vulnerable.

“no. thought it was hot, honestly.”

one of his fingers twitched gently, pressing into you more firmly and you felt his cock. hard and full against your belly as he walked the two of you backwards. “yeah?”

“mhm, would’ve let you bent me over right in front of him if he hadn’t run off.”

simon’s rough voice caused heat to coil in your belly as he turned you over. pressing your back down to bend you over as his cock pressed against your ass, “m’not someone who likes to share, sweetheart.”

your back arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his cock before he pinned your back down with a heavy palm and used his other one to unbutton your pants. “think you need to make that clear for everyone else then.”

[acapelladitty]

Green Goblin/Reader - Office Sex 📋📈 (Kinktober #2)

Summary: A lovely commission for @nygmanotnashton this fic features Norman Osborn having some 'fun' with one of his employees (w/ transmasc reader).

It all started with a mistake.

An uttering of your name through the crackling intercom as Norman Osborn, renowned businessman and your immediate boss, called you through to his office with an oddly soft and hushed tone. An error, as it turned out, on his part as his elbow had brushed the button unwittingly; a fact you were quick to discover as you scurried through the closed door to his private office and immediately found yourself face to face with the man himself, lengthy cock in hand as he reclined in his expensive leather chair to enjoy some self-pleasure.

It was difficult to tell who was more surprised, but you had to confess that his reaction time had been much smoother as you stood there with a beet red face and a shocking heat in your groin that couldn’t just be put down to shame.

“Sorry, sir! I thoug-”

“The mistake was mine. No need to apologise, but I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a disadvantage.”

“Fuck. Sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’ll just leave.”

“Wait.”

One word, the syllable dripping from his lips as a look of hunger crossed his lined face. His suit stood in disarray, the top buttons undone and tie loosened lower than would be acceptable for polite company. Handsome. But your undoing proved to be the definite twitch of his cock as he caught you glancing at it while it remained in his palm. The interest there was undeniable as he held you in place with that single word.

Wait.

To give yourself a little credit, it did take him a few more sentences to have you spread across his desk like one of the many financial paper which now lay crumpled beneath your body; the bulk of your leather shoes digging into his lower back as Norman maintained a punishing pace as he thrust himself deep within your ass.

Your fingers curling around the small jar of vaseline he kept stored within his desk drawers, his gaze is surprisingly intense as he pins you to the wood with an impressive amount of strength. His left hand pushes against your shoulder, the palm digging in to the joint, as his right hand slips up the bottom of your work shirt to grip roughly at the skin of your hip.

“Did you think when you came to work today that you would find yourself like this?” Norman asked, punctuating his words with a wicked roll of his hips as he rasped the question. “Being fucked on your bosses desk like a whore? Like one of those pretty boys that evil businessmen like to buy and use up over a long weekend away?”

“No.” You moan, tapping the back of your head against the desk as you breathe through the discomforting stretch of your mildly-prepared ass. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Damn fucking right you’re not.”

The words are a snarl, his lips tilting into a cruel smirk which makes you shudder and clench around him. It’s thrilling and dangerous and so fucking hot that you push your ass back to meet him, determined to put on a good show. His strength continues to surprise you, making you feel vulnerable in the most delicious way as he clearly finds no difficulty in keeping you locked into place as his hand drops from your hip to trail down your stomach and upper thigh, brushing the sparse hair there.

His calloused fingers stop their journey to tease the short length of your clit, the nub engorged and heightened due to the heat which flows through your veins. The sensation is almost too much and a strangled cry leaps free of your throat when his thumb brushes against the head, his cock so deeply buried within your ass that you can already feel tomorrow’s ache.

“Such a handsome boy.” Norman growls as his expression twists into something predatory, a mania alighting behind his eyes which sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. “So tight and hot around me; able to take every inch of his bosses’ cock, even as he squirms.” At the final word, he thrusts his hips flush against your ass, and you whine pitifully through clenched teeth as you adjust your hips to better adapt to the uncomfortable stretch. The vaseline helped but he was shockingly huge, definitely the biggest you’d had before, and the adjustment was only bearable due to the wicked attention he had been so willingly showing your clit and other hole.

Tension building in your core, his thrusts grew more sloppy as you clenched harder around him to pull him to his own release. The perfect employee, one who was happy to ensure the boss was pleased with his performance.

“Might keep you here.” Norman threatened, the hand which was on your shoulder suddenly shifting to wrap itself around your throat. A move which forced a pathetic moan from your lips as his rough palm pressed against your windpipe threateningly. “I could use a little toy to fuck and keep me occupied during those long, boring meetings. I could have this throat trained up in weeks, days even- if I wanted.”

The threat draws another stutter whimper from you, one which rises to a strangled whine, as he presses down hard on both your throat and your clit, the pressure enough to snap that band of arousal and you come, hard. You ass spasming around him, your free hand comes to grip his wrist as it remains atop your throat as you buck against his cock. The roar of blood in your veins has your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you moan out your orgasm, riding the residual waves of pleasure as he continues to thrust away roughly within your ass.

“Enjoy it, handsome.” Norman releases your throat slightly and his words have a teasing heat to them which is definitely pleased as he notes your enthusiastic reaction to his cock. “Because I’m not through with you yet. I haven’t enjoyed a hole this sweet in a while and I don’t plan on stopping until you’re a sobbing, fucked-out mess.”

A crack of his palm against your ass makes you cry out as you realise his threat was very real as his pleasurable assault shows no hint of slowing down.

“Let’s call it punishment for interrupting your poor boss while he was hard at work.”

[youreirrelevant]

Heat Lightning

pairing: kendall roy/reader

summary: It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. inconvenient.

“We gotta be quick. And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

words: 1078

tags: explicit, pwp (like, for REAL this time,) semi-public sex, established relationship, playful and quiet, unprotected sex, hair-pulling

a/n: Heat lightning is a summertime phenomenon where lightning- that is visible-is so far away that the sound of the thunder doesn’t reach you; it’s silent. That’s part of the reasoning for the title, but also, uhhh they gotta fuck fast and that's hot.

I wrote the bulk of this at 7am, and then did a little editing later, so it's not a masterpiece but it's fun ig. (Also, once again, not the one I keep promising but I swear that will be done.)

It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. an inconvenient time.

Some janitors' closet. Roomy enough, walls lined with wire racks. The door isn’t even closed fully before his hands are on you, pulling your lips to his with palms and fingers pressed in on the sides of your face. Sloppy; your lipstick will be everywhere, but luckily it’s in your purse, too.

“We gotta be quick.”

You look up at him with wide, eager eyes and nod. The door has no lock, so he leaves the light off to draw less attention, to maybe buy some time if someone came in. Just enough to get your clothes straightened out.

Light streams in through the gaps around the door; it makes the white plastic coating of the shelves on the wall seem to glow, the most reflective. He turns you to face them, presses a hand on your back to bend you, just a bit. You brace yourself on the shelf; your forehead almost knocks against the one above it. Kendall’s rough as he pulls your dress up, (your thong down,) and it makes your knees wobble, floods your stomach with so much heat it kind of hurts.

“And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

The clink of his belt seems obnoxious in comparison. His voice is hushed- stern. The music from the gala is really only vibrations now, minimal bass making the floor buzz.

“I will be.”

You sound so impatient that it makes him grin. Pulling his hand over himself a few times.

“Uh-huh. I’m certainly convinced.”

The head of his cock just barely presses into you, not even really in. His grip on your waist stops you from just pushing your hips backward onto his, taking him.

“Y-you’re the one that’s gonna have to worry about being quiet,” you're damn near whining already.

He rolls his eyes- affectionately- grips your shoulder- the span between your neck and the downward slope of your arm- firmly. It’s soothing, in a way, steadying, as he uses that hold to make you meet his hips that push forward.

Okay. It’s already hard. Aching- he makes you ache. Your head does bump the shelf, tipped forward from relief. You have to stop yourself from breathing not to make a sound. When he almost completely pulls out before easily gliding back in, you can’t help but choke out a soft moan, startled by the chilled jolt it sends up your spine, the goosebumps that raise over your arms.

He shushes you, right as his hips start into a snapping, purposeful rhythm. The way your whole body slumps, gives to him, makes his cock hurt.

You want to see him. You want to see him so fucking bad. You can hear his breathing- sometimes he’ll huff, grunt from the effort. Kendall tucks his lower lip in over his teeth, bites it, flattens his top one in, too. The back of his neck tingles, his stomach clenches. He’s got both hands on your shoulders now, rougher- you only have so much time.

Your hands are all over, trying to find something to grab, release some of the urge to make noise through the tightening of your fingers. One hand grasps at the wire rack that’s at eye level, fingers slipping into gaps- the other presses against your stomach, slides down to scratch at your upper thigh. The texture of his cock, the wetness slipping over him, getting into his pubic hair to then be pressed back into your skin- you feel everything.

Finally slipping your hand between your thighs, rubbing over your clit that was practically buzzing, itching with need. It’s deep- feels like it’s tapped deep within you, past the center of your abdomen, into a wormhole. You’re trembling beneath him, heels clacking against the floor a few times, dully. The tension winds up into your throat, stills your breathing. You’re so tight around him he can’t help but groan, restrained, smothered by his buttoned-up mouth.

When it finally releases, it seems only natural that it pulls the loudest possible moan from you.

He was pretty much poised for it, hand clapping over your mouth so fast, grinning and stifling laughter as he fucked you through it, feeling your heavy, irregular breathing over the top of his index finger.

“I fucking knew you were gonna do that.”

He sounds delighted and cocky.

“That was so fucking loud.”

His hand pulls away. You’re gasping for air. The giddiness feels fluttery in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I really tried.”

“I know you did,” somehow the way he whispers it makes it even more patronizing.

The ego boost alone could’ve got him there. Fist in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make your back arch. There’s really no point in trying to be quiet anymore; the unmistakable sound of skin slapping together each time your hips meet has to be audible to anyone that might walk down this hallway. But he really doesn’t care, keeps up the brutal pace, feels his own abdomen tighten, tightens his fist, digs blunt nails into your waist.

It almost sounds like he’s crying, choking down sobs, the way his breathing staggers out from his nose when he cums. Long, deep strokes, dragging it out. He does let you press back into him, then, his tenuous grasp on restraint, the way he throbs inside you makes you want more. His eyes flutter as he resigns himself to pulling out, remembering where you were and where you were supposed to be. Doesn’t say a word as he straightens himself, trying to steady his breathing. Slacks buttoned, zipped. Shirt tucked back in. You stand up, dress falling down around your feet, thighs slipping against each other in a way that makes you feel hot.

Even in the darkness- eyes having adjusted to the minimal light- Kendall can see what a mess you are. Dark smudges under your eyes, across your cheeks, color indiscernible. You run your thumb over your middle finger, self-conscious about someone somehow looking and seeing it glisten, even though it has mostly dried, even though that’s the least obvious sign.

The way he looks at you makes it clear. The smudges across his own cheeks make it even clearer.

“They’re gonna know, aren’t they?”

He smooths a hand over your hair in an attempt to right it, trying his best to seem unphased.

“I think they’ll live.”

[likkolo]

cw omegaverse, omega bin/alpha chan/alpha minho, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, belly kink, implied feedism, weight gain, body worship, belly worship, sweet submissive bin

idk if anyone here particularly likes omegaverse but fat omega changbin has me like 😵‍💫 rn so

“Come here, baby.”

Changbin obeys, going to his alpha as if drawn by a magnetic force. He always obeys, of course, because he’s such a good and sweet omega. Because his alphas would never command him to do anything he wasn’t yearning to do already.

He tumbles gracelessly into Chan’s lap, going boneless against his strong, sturdy alpha. He’s pulled away almost immediately, made to fall back on the sofa until he’s slotted snugly between Chan and Minho.

“My gorgeous, soft omega,” Minho croons. “You’re so good for us, aren’t you?”

Changbin just preens and nods.

“Let’s see Binnie’s sweet little tummy.”

Minho pulls Changbin’s shirt up, watches as his round belly plops into his wide lap. 

“So cute,” Minho coos, eagerly pushing his fingers into the soft flesh. “Our pudgy bunny.”

Chan is nosing against Changbin’s temple, nuzzling him, smiling against his cheek. He takes a pinch of belly fat, savors the way it squishes between his fingers. “So healthy,” he murmurs. Chan gives it a light shake, watches Changbin’s belly ripple and bounce. “So fertile for us. Gonna nourish our pups so well.”

Minho’s hands come up to cup Changbin’s chest, palming a shapely breast in each hand. His thumbs find the large puffy nipples, brushing along their contours with worshipful wonder. He bears down lightly to see if he can coax a bead of milk from the buds.

Changbin is still just a gilt, but he’s so well-fed that the excess nutrition has already caused his milk to come in. His tits are now big and pillowy, all thanks to his abundant diet, and Minho couldn’t be more delighted.

Minho imagines their future pups suckling happily from an endless supply of milk. Strong, greedy pups who will never want for sustenance, just like their mama.

“God,” Minho shudders, the only outward sign he allows himself of how weak he is for the beautiful body in his hands.

“Gorgeous fat bunny,” Chan coos, his hand creeping over the lower swell of Changbin’s belly, savoring the sheer amount of fat in his hand, relishing all the weight they’ve put on their breeding doe in preparation for the kits they’ll give him.

Chan can’t wait to see their little doe grow even larger, becoming impossibly round with the litter swelling his belly. Chan wants to see him waddle, encumbered by the bulk of his growing kits, further hindered by his wide ass, his curvy hips, his bulging love handles.

So much cushioning around Changbin’s precious womb, so much padding to cradle and protect the treasured little lives growing inside.

Minho's hand rubs circles over the upper crest of Changbin's belly while Chan's hand continues its ministrations below. Between them, Changbin shivers and shudders. He melts into their touch, savoring the feeling of his soft flesh being manipulated in their hands. Then he smiles, so full of bliss and so relaxed, and it looks absolutely angelic on his full face. Chubby round cheeks, an adorable double chin that creases where it meets his neck. Soft jowls instead of the harsh jawline he had before. Chan can’t help admiring him dreamily.

Not to mention Changbin’s perfect lips, which were made to be kissed and bitten, to make a perfect “O” as he moans in pleasure, to pout for food and affection.

"Such a perfect omega," Chan sighs. "So docile and sweet."

"So good for us, baby."

Chan finally delves into the heat between Changbin’s fat thighs. 

Changbin lets his knees fall apart readily, gratefully, rolling his hips to push himself into Chan's hand. "Ohh," he moans, and the sound is as soft and sweet as the rest of him.

His cunt is throbbing for his alphas' touch, so wet that the slick drips from the lips of his pussy and oozes onto the sofa. His hips buck, and he lets out a helpless puff of air.

"Binnie wants… Alphas, please—"

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"My belly," Changbin pleads, his voice reedy with arousal. And then he blushes, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink that spreads to the tips of his beautiful ears. "Please. My belly," he asks again, too bashful to be any more specific, to describe out loud the worshipful ways they touch him, how they knead and squeeze and bite at his fat to flood him with pleasure.

His pudge is so sensitive, so pleasurable. It feels so good to be touched in every place where he carries extra weight, to feel his alphas' strong and capable hands manipulating his soft, yielding flesh. But the majority of the fat he's gained has settled into a gorgeous, doughy gut, and it's his favorite place to be touched by far.

"Hyungs are already touching your chubby belly," Chan teases, his lips at the shell of Changbin's pink-tipped ear.

"But—"

"Do you want our mouths?" 

Changbin rocks against the hand still shoved between his thighs, inviting the fingers there to stroke his clit.

"You do?"

Changbin nods helplessly, his head lolling, seemingly exhausted just from withstanding such an overwhelming need for pleasure.

Minho chuckles, equal parts mischievous and indulgent, as he lowers his head to the swell of Changbin's belly. He kisses the soft skin, nips at it as carefully as if Changbin were already bred up with kits.

His tongue finds a crease that runs horizontally along Changbin's side, the place where two curves meet and roll into each other. His tongue delves into the roll, licks a stripe that causes Changbin to whimper and whine.

Meanwhile Chan sucks at the skin around his belly button, leaving redness in a ring around the dip of his navel. 

It's inevitable that Chan and Minho meet in the middle, that their noses brush and they lift their heads to lock their lips.

The kiss is harsh, fueled by the arousal of having Changbin between them and beneath them, of knowing that they fed him up so well, fattened him up so he would be comfortable when they finally filled him with kits.

Their chins bump against Changbin's gut as they open their mouths to kiss deeper. Tongues slide together, licking into mouths that both taste like their omega.

Changbin is panting now, looking down at them in a way that makes his double chin bulge adorably. “Oh,” he breathes. “Oh my god.”

Minho's hand creeps over a fat thigh, dips beneath the hand Chan is using to finger Changbin’s cunt. He curls his fingers through the mess of slick between his legs. Then he rubs a finger along the rim of Changbin's hole, satisfied when he immediately feels it quiver.

There's something wet rolling down Changbin's belly, and Chan looks up to find that it's milk, leaking in a weak stream from the engorged bud of one of Changbin's nipples. He stares at it dumbly, his brain at once all lit up and completely empty. Chan knew that with the fullness of Changbin’s tits it was only a matter of time. His omega isn't even pregnant yet and he’s started leaking helplessly from his over-nourished body. 

Then Minho shifts his weight, leans forward to lap up the little milky trail. "Mmm," he hums. "Our pups are going to be so healthy."

“It’s good?”

Minho just nods and closes his lips around the bud, giving a suck so that more milk flows into his mouth. He hums his satisfaction again, sucking until he has a big enough mouthful to swallow.

“Lucky pups,” he says, licking his lips. “Making me jealous of the tasty milk they'll get to drink.”

“Well, I’m not pregnant yet,” Changbin says shyly. “There’s no pups for you to be jealous of right now.”

“Are you saying Lino should drink some more of your milk?”

Changbin blushes again. “Alphas fed me up so well. Fed— fed me until my milk came in.” Changbin gives a little shudder, clearly struggling to think past the arousal flooding his body. “Want hyung to have it.”

It's all the encouragement Minho needs. He latches back onto Changbin's breast, drinking his milk shamelessly as he continues to tease his fingers at Changbin's hole.

Chan is more hesitant, eyeing the inviting tit waiting before him. Still, it doesn't take him long to lean forward, to bring the breast to his mouth.

He has to nibble slightly, biting gently on the nipple to begin the flow of milk. But once he tastes it, creamy and thick and so delicious, he begins to suckle more fervently. 

Changbin starts to squirm, letting out short gasping huffs of pleasure, and Chan remembers he's still knuckle deep in the omega. He continues to rub and stroke, earning a litany of sweet sounds. 

He's barely gotten a full mouth of milk before Changbin shudders through an orgasm.

"Alphas," he pants.

"Another?"

Changbin nods.

The alphas continue drinking, suckling hungrily as Changbin comes again and again. Finally Changbin's desperate gasps begin to turn to exhausted whimpers.

He comes one more time and Chan asks, "do you want another or are you done?"

"Binnie's done." Changbin slumps against the sofa, boneless, even as Minho continues nursing from him.

"What a good bunny," Chan praises softly. "Letting us use your body. We’re going to get you all cleaned up, and then how about a snack, hm?"

Changbin perks up at the mention of food. "Yes, please, hyung. Binnie’s starving."

[rotworld]

12: Perspective

working at a place known as a haven for intergalactic criminals can be dangerous. luckily, you know people you can count on.

->explicit. contains dubcon, gore, murder, mild feral behavior, implied drugging/aphrodisiac, mentions of child labor/abuse.

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If you want to disappear, Cabrax is the place to go. It’s discreet, for one thing, easy to miss in survey scans. Roughly oblong like an insect hive, it’s lit externally in dim, crusted blood colors (if your blood’s iron-based, anyway), mimicking a red dwarf. Its sauntering orbit around a gas giant has it hopscotching between the Stellaris Union and the Yrenth Empire’s territorial borders, making it a jurisdictional nightmare, intergalactic open waters. If you’re wanted for something in Cabrax, you’re a needle in an acupuncturist’s storage cabinet—welcome to the club.

Humans, though? Humans don’t come to Cabrax. It’s too far, too much of a hassle, and a little too dangerous. You stick out like a sore thumb. It took a few cycles for people to get used to you. You still get stares, threats, and the occasional new arrival who leers a little too much, but people leave you alone for the most part. It helps that you’re important. Cabrax is held together by a patchwork of architectural duct tape, antique gravity tech and a bootleg atmospheric generator. Every engineer the station can get is eccentric, overworked and extremely precious, so the pay is great and the risk doesn’t bother you much. Lately, you’ve even had some backup while you make your rounds. 

He’s late today, though. You pace nervously on one of the lower merchant floors, checking the station time on your tablet. You have to go up a floor to check the sector generator by the pleasure booths, and you were really hoping he’d come with you. Loroa spots you from the doorway of her shop, electronic screens advertising forged ship registrations and galactic travel passes. She waves you over with one flicking forelimb, keening in displeasure when she sees that you’re alone. “He is late!” she says, indignant. Her long, equine body curls around you protectively. “No being alone. Too dangerous. Stay until he is here.” 

“He might not show up,” you say. 

She bristles at the mere suggestion. “Ridiculous! Small things, you must look out for each other. Nobody else will but Loroa, and Loroa cannot be everywhere at once.” 

She gives you snacks, like always, a bag of savory snack pellets popular on her homeworld. You camp out next to her shop and watch the bustling market activity while you wait. The upper districts form a stalactite skyline of dingy, old metal and softly pulsing landing bay lights. There’s an orange, smoggy haze from the external lights, veiling the markets in perpetual sunset. Loroa shares a block with a software modder, a weapons smuggler, and a bar that never seems to close. Foot traffic is dense and constant, but you haven’t seen him yet. Like you, he sticks out in a sea of tailed, spined, and tendriled bodies, the only other human on Cabrax.

Just as you’re starting to lose hope, though, you smell it—slightly sweet and floral, a distinctive, earthy cologne. “Blue!” you say excitedly, waving at him across the market. He looks almost embarrassed by the attention, slinking quickly and gracefully through the stream of moving bodies to reach you. Blue keeps his hair cropped short and his bangs uneven, one eye hidden, and it’s colored with the brightest cyan dye you’ve ever seen, nearly luminescent. Everything else about him is geared towards vanishing, from his black, nondescript clothing and small stature to the hunched, closed posture he constantly maintains. He steps so lightly you rarely hear any footsteps.

“There he is!” Loroa says, arms and forelimbs crossed. She has herself wound through display booths and tables with sample products, the bulk of her still pressed against your back. “You are late! Should have been here sooner!” Blue looks sheepish under her scrutiny, bowing his head in shame. Loroa huffs. “Fine, fine. You are sorry, Loroa sees it. Go! Do not be more late! Be good to each other, small things.” She sends you off with a crushing hug. Blue sidesteps the hug with an apologetic look, shaking his head, so she gives him a bag of snacks instead. 

Together, you get even more stares, but it doesn’t bother you as much. Blue acts like he doesn’t even notice, too focused on you. He has a staring problem. You’ll walk single-file through a dense crowd and feel his unrelenting stare on your back. You crouch by vent openings and dig through control panels, up to your elbows in cords and mechanical innards, and he’ll stand there, unmoving, nearly unblinking, looking at your face in profile the whole time. It was a little unsettling at first, but you’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes you stare at him, too, soothed by a familiar arrangement of eyes, a protruding nose, and five-fingered hands. 

Your first stop is lower ventilation. You squeeze into a room the size of a storage closet packed with air purifying units, and Blue stands guard outside. “I heard this place was a hykra penal colony once,” you say absently. “That’s why so much of the machinery is crammed in tight spaces like this. They could just squeeze a tentacle in here no problem. I have to take everything apart just to get at the controls.” 

Blue doesn’t talk. You aren’t sure if it’s a choice or not, but you don’t hassle him about it. If you stop rambling, he’ll tap your shoulder and nod or make a turning gesture with his hand. Go on, he says this way. His silence is companionable. Rarely, you’ll get a harsh exhale out of him if you tell a joke stupid enough. 

“I was a shipworm, y’know,” you tell him. “Back before they outlawed it. I grew up on this awful shipping scrapheap and crawled around in the engine ducts with the other kids to make sure nothing exploded. This place seems like paradise in comparison.” 

Blue gently rests his hand on your back, his palm settling between your shoulders. He avoids touch most of the time. Anything he initiates is meaningful, usually meant to comfort you. 

“Aw, I’m alright, Blue,” you assure him, pulling your face out of the ventilation console. Blue has a small, worried frown on his face. “I don’t do anything that dangerous anymore, trust me. They don’t wanna risk losing any of us when we’re the only ones who know how to keep this place from falling apart!”

It’s a young friendship and there’s a lot to talk about. You ask him questions sometimes, glancing away from whatever wiring mess you’re working on to see the expressions and gestures he makes. “What kind of food do you like? What do you do around here? Do you get bored following me around all day?”

There are a lot of times that he just shrugs, unable or unwilling to divulge an answer. But every now and then, you get other responses. He ruffles your hair gently when you ask if he’s bored. When you glance at him, he shakes his head emphatically. Definitely not bored. You don’t ask why he’s here, though. Hearing someone’s past is the truest sign of Cabrax friendship. It’s not something taken lightly. You think about telling him about you, too, sometimes. Where you came from, the winding road that brought you here. But you’re not ready yet. 

You split up just once. You’re halfway down a cramped maintenance corridor when you suddenly realize you can hear footsteps behind you, too heavy to be his. Blue’s gone when you turn around. That happens sometimes. He makes little detours along your route, slipping into stores or restaurants quickly before rejoining you just as suddenly. The person behind you is one of the taller, lanky species, spiny growths like knives curving out of his elbows and the back of his feet. He’s not doing anything, but he’s staring at you and he’s following you down a dark maintenance hallway, walking just a little bit faster and gradually gaining on you. 

You start speedwalking, then jogging, slipping into the first doorway you come across. It’s hardly shelter, just a shallow alcove with some dusty equipment inside, but you wedge yourself behind towering metal protrusions and hold your breath. Maybe he’ll just keep walking? Heavy, clanging footsteps get closer and closer, until—

they stop. You don’t hear anything. You wait for a minute, and then two. Is he just standing there, waiting for you to come out? You’re afraid to look. You wait even longer, your legs cramping in their tightly folded position. There’s a soft sound, a barely audible tap of something tiptoeing down the maintenance corridor. Blue suddenly steps into view, peering into the alcove curiously. You let out a relieved sigh. 

“Where were you?” you ask, trying to sound miffed rather than terrified. “I turned around and you were gone!” Blue bows his head, the same way he did when Loroa scolded him. “I’m not mad, Blue. It just scared me a little. Tap me on the shoulder if you leave, okay?” He nods eagerly. His sweet smile stirs butterflies in your stomach. 

The pleasure booths are the latest iteration of a club that’s constantly changing hands, a seedy bar and dancefloor with private rooms for rent. Half of them are staffed with flirtatious AI, the rest for couples and casual encounters. Blue stops staring for the first time that day when you walk beneath the red neon glow of the club sign, his pace slowing slightly. You follow his gaze and see movement through the open doorway, flickering light and couples grinding on the dancefloor. “Have you ever been there?” you ask him.

Blue shakes his head violently, like the idea repulses him. 

“I always thought it seemed fun,” you say absently. “But I’m too nervous to meet up with a stranger. It’d have to be someone I know and trust pretty well.” The sector generator is behind the club. It’s claustrophobic like everywhere else, a narrow alley that you have to squeeze through single-file. Blue walks a little closer than usual and his cologne is closer, more pronounced. You’re grateful. People tend to be handsy around here, and you don’t want anyone sneaking up on you. The generator cabinet is a tall, sleek obelisk, and the front panel is stuck. You pick at it for a solid minute without progress and have to change tactics, fishing around in your supplies for a small, narrow object to pry it open. 

“I’m glad you’re here, Blue,” you tell him. “This job gets a little nerve wracking sometimes. I don’t think I’ve had any trouble since we started hanging out, though. Probably helps that there’s two of us. We’re on the small side around here, but still, it makes people think twice before they mess with us.” 

He’s really close. You can hear him breathing. Warm, heavy panting hits the back of your neck and you glance back, double checking that it’s him. Blue stares back at you. The eye contact is intense and intimidating. You feel a little overheated and keep picking at the generator cabinet. 

“Uh. Anyway. Do you wanna get dinner after I finish up here? I’ve only got one more stop, I think—” Blue’s touching you suddenly, pressed against you from behind. You shift forward and he follows, and then there’s nowhere to go. You’re trapped between him and the towering generator cabinet, your pulse picking up. “Blue?” you say nervously. “What are you doing?” 

He answers concisely, with a roll of his hips. Your breath hitches and you shift anxiously. You like Blue. You think he’s cute, and it’s not like you’ve never thought about this before. You might be a little touch-starved and desperate, never feeling comfortable enough to let anyone get too close. Blue grinds against you again and a shaky breath heats your ear. 

“You really wanna?” you ask, feeling a little shy suddenly. “With me? Right now?”

He doesn’t tell you that he wants you. He shows you. Blue kisses your neck with such passion and focus that it feels dirty, sucking and swirling his tongue anywhere that you seem sensitive. He kisses up to your ear and nibbles the lobe, his breathing even more labored and feverish. His hands are all over you, pushing up your shirt to get at your chest. You try to keep in all the little gasps and whimpers, but it seems to bother him. He lets out a harsh breath, pouting, and starts toying with your nipples. One hand strokes and massages your chest while the other slides down, between your legs, and a third runs through your hair—

Wait, you think. He notices when you tense up. All of his hands, however many there are, suddenly retreat, but he pushes you even harder against the generator with his body. That sweet scent floods your senses and you feel a little dizzy and overheated. Arousal slams into you with meteoric force and you’re trembling, unable to stop yourself from grinding back against him.

Your tongue doesn’t work right. You only manage slurred muttering when you try to ask him what’s happening, and even those half-words devolve into mindless keening when he pumps his hips and you feel the prominent bulge in his Blue’s pants. There’s something strange about all this and how utterly desperate you feel, but you can’t dwell on it. Blue’s hands are on your body again and his touch is fire on your skin, the pleasure searing. 

It feels so obscene to be doing this outside, even if you’re half-hidden in shadows. Anyone could walk by the alley or step out the back doors of the club, and they’d see Blue’s back, the frantic movements of his hips, dry humping you in plain sight. Blue’s fingers rake like claws down your back, pulling at your clothes. He doesn’t undress you all the way, but he leaves your shirt skewed, one shoulder partly exposed, and tugs impatiently at your pants until he can palm your ass with both hands. He lingers there for a while, appreciating the soft mounds of flesh and massaging them, pulling them apart. 

“Please,” you stammer at some point, desperate for something inside of you. Blue freezes. You’re worried you scared him off, that he’s getting second thoughts. You only worry for a second. Blue’s hand is on the back of your neck and he’s shoving you face-first against the generator. He’s practically growling now, his breathing harsh and mingled with low, animalistic sounds. You feel his cock pressing against your entrance and his teeth set against your shoulder. He starts to bite as he sinks in. It’s exciting at first, a dull nibble, but when he gets past the tip—and it feels strange, you think, not the shape you expect and bumpy along the sides—his teeth crunch into you. 

You cry out in shock and pain, stinging agony radiating down your arm. His teeth are sharp. How have you never noticed? His smile has never looked off, but it feels like he has a snake’s fangs, two long, hard needles framing a row of shorter needle points. You can feel yourself tearing and the slow, agonizing plunge of his teeth through flesh and muscle, the gush of blood dribbling down your back. Blue sucks hungrily at the wound, his shuddering breaths hot on your skin. He stays like that, his jaw clamped into you, as he starts to move. 

His thrusts are fast from the start. Shallow first, quick but not too hard. He’s patient through the uncomfortable clench of your body, your tension from the bite. You feel yourself moving with him—not consciously, not trying to, but you’re moved. There’s a phantom touch on your hips and thighs, the grasp of impossible hands that tug you back into his forward motion, burying him deeper. There’s a hand between your thighs, too, fingers that start testing, curious, poking and prodding and seeing what makes you whine. He learns fast. You’re panting and trying to buck against his hand before long, but you can’t. You move to the rhythm he sets, slammed onto his cock.

It doesn’t take long for him to get vicious. It all feels good and hurts in equal measure, the brutal slam of his pelvis against your ass and the deep, punishing thrusts driving you hard against the generator. Blue is practically hyperventilating, his frantic, gasping breaths fanning across your shoulder. The ridges of his cock grind and massage your inner walls as he pummels a spot inside you that makes you see stars and tremble.

You feel his end coming shortly after you find yours, his movements losing rhythm. He pounds into you so hard and fast you struggle to breathe, and then there are hands everywhere. Wrapped around you like a vice, looped around your ankles and your thighs, squeezing your chest, straining to keep you flush against Blue’s body as he cums with a muffled snarl and spills himself inside you. 

His whole body quivers with each rush of cum. He makes a high-pitched keening sound, almost like he’s in pain. Slowly, his teeth pull out of your flesh with a wet, sucking sound, his tongue lapping up the smear of blood on your skin. That sweet scent fills your nose and warms your chest. You lean against the generator, knees buckling, when Blue suddenly pulls out. Cum dribbles down your thighs and splatters on the ground. The world gets a little hazy around the edges, a dark curtain closing across your vision. You look back and don’t see Blue.

But there is something—something bright, vivid blue, its veins bioluminescent, reaching for you with countless thin, wiggling appendages—

You blink, and you’re on a couch in the back of Loroa’s shop. You feel good. Refreshed and rested. There’s a thin fog of sleep still clinging to your brain, the distinct impression that you just had a bizarre dream. You hear Loroa’s enormous body slithering and scuttling around the front of the shop as she scolds Blue, “What are you doing out there, silly small things? So busy you fall asleep in the middle of the street? Loroa heard all about it! Next time they need sleep, come sooner! No street sleeping!” 

A door opens and shuts. Blue shuffles into the back of the shop looking sheepish. “Did I pass out?” you ask him. He nods. He isn’t quite meeting your gaze. “Thanks for the rescue. Jeez, I must’ve really been out of it.”

“You be careful, small things!” Loroa pokes her head in, frowning tightly at both of you. “Loroa heard news—dead thing in maintenance place! Very bad! Inside parts on the outside! Look out for each other, small things.” 

A shiver runs down your spine. Bodies turn up around here sometimes. It’s not unusual. But a grisly murder in a maintenance tunnel? That could’ve been you. Blue halts your nervous train of thought by ruffling your hair. You smile and he smiles back. 

“You’ve got my back, right, Blue?” you ask. He nods eagerly. “Good. Loroa’s right. We’re the only humans here. We’ve gotta look out for each other.” 

Loroa tilts her head, eyeing you strangely. She looks like she wants to say something, but Blue glances at her suddenly, his gaze pleading. She lets out a huff but she nods, doesn’t say a word, and leaves the two of you alone. Blue presses a sudden kiss to your cheek that makes you giggle. It’s nice to have people you can count on, you think.

[merianmoriarty]

Adapting Yarncraft Skills for the Disabled

If you have two standard-issue arms in working order with standard-issue accessories (two average-mobility hands with five average-mobility phalanges each), yay!  There’s one set of adaptations you don’t need to make.

If you have full-body or lower-body mobility issues, such as limited leg mobility (or intense leg pain which would likewise limit your mobility) or limited number of legs (which may or may not affect your mobility), make sure your project supplies are in easy reach.  I recommend keeping it all in a large bag or tote, but anything that will let you keep it close and contained will do the trick.  I don’t recommend keeping your yarn rolled into traditional (outer-pull) balls, because they may travel quite a lot as they unwind.  If you purchase your yarn in balls or hanks (rather than skeins, which can be pulled from the center or from the outside), I recommend re-winding them into center-pull balls, either with your hands or with a winding machine.  A standard yarn-winder will do just fine, as long as you don’t lose the end of the yarn that goes in the middle--that will be where you take your yarn from to knit or crochet, so that the main bulk of the yarn doesn’t turn or move as you pull.  Keeping your yarn close to you while you work will limit the possibility of getting your yarn tangled (or stolen by fur-babies).

If you have upper-body mobility issues, you’ll need to make some extra allowances when crafting.  For shoulder mobility or chronic shoulder-pain, make sure you’re seated in a position that supports your upper back--ideally something that lets you lean against it slightly to help keep your shoulders in place (high-backed chairs or recliners are great for this).  For elbow issues, you may find it easier and more comfortable to work over a surface where you can rest your forearms, such as a table or a lap-tray.  For hand issues, make sure you are holding a crochet hook in the hand with the most control (or the least pain) to help keep your stitches more uniform; when knitting, put your working yarn in the hand with the most control (or the least pain) for better control of your yarn-overs.  You may see photos or videos of folks holding their needles or hooks in specific ways, but the only ‘right’ way to hold your tools is the way that lets you use them without causing injury or pain.  Generally speaking, whatever way you hold a pen or pencil is the way you should hold your hook or needle, mostly because you’ve already built the musculature for that posture--I almost always work overhand instead, holding my tools the way I would hold my toothbrush, because the pencil-grip exacerbates my pain (I only ever use the pencil-grip when crocheting fine lace, because I find it gives me added precision, but it still hurts more that way).

Note!  If you have limb differences in your hands, you may need to hold your yarn differently as well as your tools.  If you need to use your toes, your elbows, your chin, whatever--go for it!  Don’t feel silly--you are adapting, and that’s amazing!

Also note!  For neuropathy and chronic pain in the hands, be sure not to let your yarn tension get too tight.  When knitting, you actually need very little tension--just enough to keep the stitches from falling off the needle.  The needle size should dictate the stitch size, and at proper tension, you should be able to just about fit both needles inside the stitch.  If your gauge gets too tight, it can be difficult or painful to get the needles through the stitches.  When crocheting, it’s possible to accidentally pull a stitch too tight to get your hook into it (closing a slipknot), so make sure that your yarn-hand isn’t actually pulling away from the hook--just hold that hand still (or occasionally tug some reluctant yarn from the ball or skein) and let the hook pull as much yarn as you need.  If one of your stitches gets a little too small, and you’re having trouble inserting the hook from the top/front of the stitch, try gently turning the stitch and wiggling the hook into the back loop to loosen it slightly.  If a crochet stitch closes completely, try slipping a yarn needle into it and wiggling until it loosens enough to unravel the stitch and try again.

If you have grip issues, try working with larger hooks and needles, or try crochet hooks with enlarged grips.  Generally speaking, larger hooks and needles will be more comfortable on top of being easier to control.  If you like working big but only fall in love with lighter yarns (like I do), you can work multiple strands together to simulate a heavier yarn.  Crochet is especially well-suited to this; I often work two or four yarn strands at a time with a big hook to make blankets or scarves.  You may find it easier to wind the yarns together into a single combined skein, but I find that the added step isn’t often necessary or helpful, especially early in the piece when the individual skeins are large.

Happy crafting!

[hflifestylemy]

Fitness Equipment In Malaysia

Learn about Fitness Equipment In Malaysia. Fitness Equipment In Malaysia. Discover the ultimate guide to fitness equipment, from cardio machines to strength training tools. 

Introduction

Today’s world is so fast and requires a lot from us that it has made it serious to live healthy as expected. If you want to achieve your goals, whether you’re a veteran athlete or just beginning your fitness journey, the right equipment could mean everything. With enormous numbers of different fitness apparatuses in the market, choosing appropriate tools might be very simple.

Understanding the Importance of Fitness Equipment

Fitness gear is essential for assisting people in their journey towards better health and wellness. The right gear can make your exercise regimen more efficient, whether you are trying to bulk up, slim down, or improve the health of your heart. The first step towards developing a successful fitness program is to understand the different fitment categories of instruments and their potential advantages.

Fitness Equipment In Malaysia

Here are the following Fitness Equipment In Malaysia:

1. Aspire Neoflex Adjustable Dumbbell 20/32kg with Stand

With a weight capacity that ranges from 20 to 32kg, this adjustable dumbbell is perfect for people who want to train their muscles progressively. The reliable holder that comes packed with it allows for quick changes and easy storage. Ideal for inexperienced users and seasoned strength trainers, who want to make the best use of space in their workout rooms.

2. Plyo Box Full Set

This Plyo Box Full Set provides various heights for different plyometric exercises that improve your explosive power and agility. Compatible with all fitness routines and individuals, this gear is constructed from strong materials that are not fragile and it also has a surface that is not slippery hence preventing accidents during rigorous exercise.

3. RDX X3 Weightlifting Neoprene Gym Belt in Red w 3 Months Warranty

Neoprene Gym Belt from RDX is ideal for individuals weightlifting heavily as it causes minimal lower back injuries. This product is made of strong neoprene that is comfortable and adjustable, thus ensuring a secure fit. The color brilliant red can give you three months to make sure the weight is safe for the dedicated.

4. Gymost Turbo Plus LT01 Stair Machine

The Gymost Turbo Plus LT01 Stair Machine simulates stair climbing to deliver a strong cardiovascular workout. With adjustable resistance levels, it works on the muscles of the lower body, increases endurance, and burns calories. Its compactness and efficiency make it perfect for any kind of gym be it home or commercial that wants to provide multifaceted aerobic exercises.

5. RDX W1 Gym Weightlifting Workout Gloves in Grey

RDX W1 Gym Weightlifting Workout Gloves are the perfect way to keep your hands safe and secure during intense workouts. They have a breathable and padded material that provides comfort and protects against calluses and blisters. With a sleek gray design, it guarantees elegance as well as improving efficiency making them a must-have for people who lift weights and those into physical fitness.

6. GYMOST GENESIS SINGLE STATION GS33 LAT PULLDOWN

Highly sturdy equipment aimed toward focusing on effective latissimus dorsi muscles is GYMOST GENESIS SINGLE STATION GS33 LATPULLDOWN. By adjusting the pace, you can experience uniform resistance that is great for enhancing upper body muscles at home as well as in fitness centers.

7. BH L350J Multipress

The most versatile strength training machine of this type is the BH L350J Multipress because it can be used for various exercises like squats, bench presses, and shoulder presses. With an unwavering build, it guarantees stability while adjustable stops enhance safety features thus making it one dependable option to go for serious weight lifters regardless of the environment in which the gym is located.

FAQs

Can I Build a Complete Gym on a Budget?

Sure, you’re able to construct an entire fitness center within a budget by concentrating on versatile machines such as resistance bands, joists, and a balance ball. Additionally, purchasing second-hand accouterments or searching for bargains through the internet may also assist you in conserving funds.

What Is the Best Equipment for Weight Loss?

It is highly effective for weight loss if you use cardio machines like treadmills, stationary bikes, and elliptical trainers in combination with strength training equipment such as resistance bands or dumbbells to achieve the best results.

Can I achieve a full-body workout with just one piece of equipment?

Such devices as rowing machines or Smith machines are capable of offering full-body workouts to multiple muscle groupings.

Conclusion

Properly investing in the right type of fitness equipment is an important move towards achieving your health and fitness targets. Establishing a home gym or enhancing the existing workout routine is not all the approach to different kinds of equipment, choosing the right type of tools and maintenance makes it possible to succeed. Be consistent, and you will achieve the healthier body you have always desired with the right gear.

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Why Lower Body Resistance Training is Crucial for Women

Many women often find themselves in the gym focusing on cardio or upper-body workouts, sometimes avoiding lower-body resistance training altogether. Perhaps you’re worried about bulking up, or maybe you just don’t enjoy working out your legs as much. However, focusing on leg muscles and lower body strength can offer numerous health benefits and enhance overall fitness. Before anything else, let’s…

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How Often Should You Exercise? Expert Tips for Maximum Results

Introduction

Have you ever started a workout routine only to wonder, “Am I doing this often enough to see results?” You’re not alone! One of the most common questions in fitness is how frequently we should exercise to achieve our goals. Whether you’re aiming to lose weight, build muscle, or simply stay fit, finding the right balance is crucial. In this article, we’ll talk about expert tips and guidelines to help you determine the optimal workout frequency for your needs. Let’s get started on the path to seeing real results!

Understanding Your Fitness Goals

Before you lace up your sneakers, it’s essential to understand your fitness goals. Are you looking to shed a few pounds, bulk up with muscle, or just maintain overall fitness? Each goal requires a different approach to workout frequency.

The Role of Consistency

No matter your fitness goal, consistency is the magic ingredient. It’s not just about how often you work out, but also about maintaining a routine. Consistent workouts lead to incremental progress, and over time, these small gains add up to significant results.

Consider your workout schedule like brushing your teeth. You don’t skip it just because you’re not seeing immediate results, right? The same principle applies to exercise. By sticking to a consistent routine, your body adapts and becomes stronger, and you’ll start to notice those sought-after changes.

Expert Recommendations for Workout Frequency

So, how often should you actually be hitting the gym or unrolling your yoga mat? Experts suggest the following guidelines:

For Beginners: If you’re just starting with exercise, aim for 3–4 days a week. This allows your body to adapt to new stressors without overwhelming it. Aim for a mix of cardio and strength training, with each session lasting around 30–45 minutes.

For Intermediate Levels: If you have some fitness experience, 4–5 days a week is a good target. You can split your workouts into more specialized sessions, such as upper body, lower body, cardio, and flexibility days. Each session can range from 45–60 minutes.

For Advanced Levels: If you’re an experienced fitness enthusiast, you might be working out 5–6 days a week. Advanced routines often involve more intense training, longer sessions, and a greater focus on specific muscle groups. Just remember to keep recovery in mind to avoid burnout.

Cardio Recommendations: For cardiovascular health, the American Heart Association recommends at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity cardio per week or 75 minutes of vigorous-intensity cardio. This can be broken down into manageable chunks, such as 30 minutes of moderate activity five days a week.

Listening to Your Body

While expert guidelines are valuable, it’s equally important to listen to your own body. Everyone’s fitness journey is unique, and your body will provide signals about what it needs.

Signs of Overtraining: If you’re experiencing chronic fatigue, persistent muscle soreness, decreased performance, or frequent injuries, you might be overtraining. It’s essential to dial back and allow your body more time to recover.

Signs of Undertraining: On the flip side, if you’re not seeing any progress despite consistent effort, you might not be pushing yourself hard enough. Consider increasing the intensity or frequency of your workouts to challenge your body.

Adjusting Based on Feedback: Notice how your body reacts to different workout schedules. Some people thrive on daily workouts with varying intensities, while others need more rest days to recover. Tweak your routine to see what suits you best.

The Importance of Recovery

Recovery is often an overlooked aspect of fitness, but it’s just as crucial as the workouts themselves. Without adequate recovery, your body can’t repair and grow stronger, which can hinder your progress.

Types of Recovery

There are two main types of recovery: active recovery and rest days. Active recovery involves low-intensity activities like walking, stretching, or yoga, which promote blood flow and muscle repair. Rest days, on the other hand, are days when you completely rest, allowing your body to fully recover.

Incorporating Recovery into Your Schedule

Aim to include at least one or two rest days in your weekly workout schedule. If you’re working out intensely, consider incorporating more active recovery days to help your muscles recover without being completely sedentary.

Creating a Personalized Workout Schedule

Designing a workout schedule that fits your goals and lifestyle is essential for long-term success. Here’s how to create a personalized plan:

Step 1: Assess Your Goals and Current Fitness Level: Determine what you want to achieve and where you currently stand. This will help you set realistic targets and choose appropriate workouts.

Step 2: Plan Your Weekly Routine: Figure out how many days you can realistically work out each week. Make sure to include a good mix of cardio, strength training, and flexibility exercises. For example:

Monday: Cardio

Tuesday: Strength (Upper Body)

Wednesday: Active Recovery (Yoga)

Thursday: Strength (Lower Body)

Friday: Cardio

Saturday: Full Body Strength

Sunday: Rest

Step 3: Adjust as Needed: Monitor your progress and how your body feels. Adjust your schedule if you’re not seeing the desired results or if you’re experiencing signs of overtraining or undertraining.

Step 4: Stay Flexible: Life happens, so be ready to adjust your workout plan when needed. Consistency is important, but flexibility will help you stay committed in the long run.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Avoiding common pitfalls can help you stay on track and achieve your fitness goals more efficiently.

Overtraining: Overdoing it without enough rest can lead to burnout and injuries. Remember, more isn’t always better. Quality and recovery are key components of a successful fitness routine.

Undertraining: On the other hand, not challenging yourself enough won’t yield the desired results. Make sure you’re progressively increasing the intensity of your workouts to continue making gains.

Ignoring Recovery: Skipping rest days or not incorporating active recovery can hinder your progress. Recovery is when your body repairs and strengthens itself, so make sure to prioritize it.

Tracking Your Progress

Keeping track of your workouts and progress is vital for staying motivated and making necessary adjustments to your routine.

Tools and Methods: Use fitness apps, journals, or even simple spreadsheets to log your workouts, track improvements, and set new goals. Recording your progress helps you see how far you’ve come and keeps you accountable.

Adjusting Based on Data: Regularly review your progress. If you notice a plateau or decline in performance, it might be time to tweak your workout frequency, intensity, or type of exercise. Use the data to make informed decisions about your fitness routine.

PrimeShred: Boost Your Results

As you work towards your fitness goals, consider incorporating supplements that can help enhance your efforts. One such product is PrimeShred, a powerful fat burner designed to accelerate weight loss, increase energy levels, and improve focus. PrimeShred is formulated with natural ingredients that boost metabolism, enhance fat burning, and support overall physical performance.

Integrating PrimeShred into your fitness regimen allows you to maximize your results and achieve your goals more efficiently. Remember, supplements should be an addition to a balanced diet and regular exercise, not a replacement for them.

Final Thoughts

In summary, finding the right workout frequency to see results depends on understanding your fitness goals, maintaining consistency, and listening to your body. Expert recommendations provide a valuable starting point, but personalizing your workout schedule and incorporating adequate recovery is key to long-term success. Avoid common mistakes like overtraining or undertraining, and track your progress to stay on course.

Don’t forget to consider supplements like PrimeShred to boost your results and support your fitness journey. Stay committed, be patient, and you’ll soon see the fruits of your hard work.

[marcelrichards1379]

Transform Your Body: 10 Basic Strength Training Moves for Newbies to Nail Down. Alright, let’s get down to business! If you’re keen on taking your workout game to the next level, you’ve come to the right place. Whether you’re aiming to bulk up, slim down, or just want to feel like a total badass, getting the hang of strength training is super important. And if the gym feels like a foreign land with all those weights and machines, don’t sweat it — we’re here to be your tour guide.

So, you’ve decided to hop on the strength training bandwagon. Maybe you’ve heard all the good stuff about it — more muscle, a faster metabolism, and feeling like you can tackle anything. But where do you even start? What moves are best to show off those gains? That’s what we’re here to chat about today.

One thing that trips a lot of folks up when they’re just starting is the whole “I don’t want to get too bulky” deal. Let’s bust that myth right now — strength training isn’t just about looking like a bodybuilder. It’s about building lean muscle, which is great for your metabolism and makes everyday stuff, like carrying groceries or playing with your kids, feel like a breeze. Plus, it’s super important for keeping your bones and joints in tip-top shape.

Now, let’s get into the nitty-gritty with 10 strength training moves that every newbie should get comfortable with. We’ll break them down so you can start off strong and feel like a pro, no matter if you’re working out at home or at the gym.

1. Squats: These babies are the OG of leg day. They work your quads, hamstrings, and booty like nothing else.

2. Deadlifts: The ultimate full body move that’ll make you feel like a boss. It hits your lower back, hamstrings, and more.

3. Push-ups: The classic upper body move that’s great for your chest, shoulders, and triceps, with a little core action on the side.

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4. Pull-ups or Assisted Pull-ups: They’re like climbing the monkey bars, but for adults. They’re killer for your back and arms.

5. Dumbbell Rows: These will have you looking good from the back with a stronger upper back and arms.

6. Bench Press: Perfect for chest day, but don’t forget about those shoulders and triceps too!

7. Lunges: They’re like walking but harder, and they’re going to make your legs so strong and stable.

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8. Planks: Think of them as the ultimate core challenge. They’re simple but oh-so-effective.

9. Shoulder Press: Wanna look great in a tank top? This move is your ticket to shoulder strength and definition.

10. Hip Thrusts: Butts, glutes, booty — whatever you call it, this move is all about making that backside pop.

Don’t worry if you can’t do all these right away. There are tons of ways to make them easier or harder, so you can grow with the flow. The important thing is to get these moves into your routine at least a couple times a week and keep pushing yourself.

So, let’s get pumped! It’s time to start your journey to a stronger, more confident you. Just stick with it, and you’ll be crushing those weights and feeling fantastic in no time. And remember, we’re all beginners at some point, so enjoy the ride and be proud of every little victory along the way. Happy lifting!

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How to choose, buy silk saree according to the body shape and size?

For women with an hourglass figure, where the bust and hips are well-balanced with a deIf you have a pear-shaped bofined waist, almost any saree style will look stunning. Opt for light weight silk sarees that drape well and accentuate your curves. A small border silk saree can add a touch of elegance without overwhelming your frame.

Pear-Shaped Body

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Apple-Shaped Body

For apple-shaped bodies, where the bust is broader than the hips and waist, select sarees that create a balanced look. Sarees with vertical stripes or small border silk sarees can create a slimming effect. Opt for lighter fabrics that flow easily, avoiding heavy silk that adds bulk around the midsection.

Rectangular Body Shape

Women with a rectangular body shape, where the bust, waist, and hips are of similar width, can create curves with the right saree. Look for sarees with heavy embroidery or patterns to add volume. "Small border silk sarees" and those with detailed pallus can also create an illusion of curves. Cinch the saree tightly around the waist to highlight your shape.

Petite Frame

If you have a petite frame, light weight silk sarees are your best friend. Heavy fabrics can overwhelm your frame, so opt for sarees that are easy to drape and carry. Small border silk sarees are ideal as they do not overpower your figure. Avoid overly large prints and heavy embellishments that can make you look shorter.Did you know that the right silk saree can enhance your natural features and complement your body shape? Selecting the perfect saree is not just about the fabric or colour; it's about finding a style that flatters your unique body type. 

In this blog, we'll guide you on how to choose and buy silk sarees according to your body shape and size, ensuring you look your best at any event. Whether you're shopping for a wedding silk saree online or looking for light weight silk sarees for daily wear, we've got you covered.

Shopping for the Perfect Silk Saree

When you buy silk saree online, it’s important to consider not just the body shape but also the occasion. For weddings and special events, explore the bridal silk collection that offers rich, opulent designs perfect for such grand celebrations. Look for wedding silk saree online with intricate details, vibrant colors, and luxurious fabrics.

Why Choose Pachaiyappas Silks to buy saree online?

Pachaiyappas Silks offers a wide range of sarees for all body shapes and sizes. From elegant light weight silk sarees to stunning pieces from their bridal silk collection, they have something for everyone. Whether you’re looking for a small border silk saree for a casual outing or a grand wedding silk saree online, Pachaiyappas Silks ensures quality and style.

Visit Pachaiyappas Silks today to explore their diverse collection and find the perfect saree that complements your body shape and personal style. Have a great saree shopping at pachaiyappas

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Exercises To Build Bigger Arms : What makes a honk a honk? Confidence! And let's admit it, having big biceps is definitely important. If you're looking at your arms and thinking, "I've got confidence, no worries," then this article is for you. Here, we present a set of exercises that can help you bulk up your biceps and triceps while working out at home. By focusing on both muscle groups, you'll not only achieve bigger arms but also improve your overall strength, power, and mobility. 1. Diamond Pushup Diamond Pushup Next The diamond pushup is a demanding exercise that specifically focuses on strengthening the triceps. Start by positioning your hands on the mat beneath your chest, forming a diamond shape with your fingers spread apart and thumbs touching. Keep your legs straight or place your knees on the floor, while maintaining a flat back and keeping your arms close to your sides. Lower your body towards the floor, aiming to touch your chin or chest, and then push yourself back up. For optimal results, aim to complete four sets of twelve to fifteen repetitions, with a 45-second rest between each set. This exercise helps in extending the arms and straightening the elbows, providing an effective workout for the triceps muscles. Next 2. Kickbacks Kickbacks Prev Next Kickbacks are a highly effective exercise that targets all three heads of the triceps. To perform kickbacks, start by placing your right foot on a step or platform and rest your right forearm on your thigh for stability. Hold a weight in your left hand and pull your elbow up to torso level. From there, extend your arm behind you, focusing on feeling the triceps muscles contract. Aim to complete one set of twelve repetitions, and consider doing one to three sets depending on your fitness level. It is crucial to maintain stability in your upper arm throughout the exercise to maximize its effectiveness. By incorporating kickbacks into your routine, you can effectively tone and strengthen your triceps muscles. Prev Next 3. Chair Dips Chair Dips Prev Next Chair dips provide a modified version of regular dips, focusing on the triceps and generating tension in the arms. Start by sitting on a chair with your hands positioned outside of your hips. Lift your body off the chair using your hands' strength and lower yourself down by bending your elbows to approximately 90 degrees. Throughout the exercise, ensure that your elbows are pointing behind you and keep your shoulders away from your ears. To adjust the difficulty, you can bend your knees for an easier variation or extend them for a more challenging workout. Aim for twelve repetitions and consider completing one to three sets based on your comfort level and fitness goals. Chair dips are a great way to engage your triceps and enhance upper body strength. Prev Next 4. Close Grip Bench Press Close Grip Bench Press Prev Next The close grip bench press is an exercise that specifically targets the triceps, promoting muscle growth and strength. Begin by lying down on a bench or step, grasping a barbell with your hands positioned shoulder-width apart. Bend your elbows and position the barbell over your rib cage. Press the barbell straight up, focusing on feeling the triceps muscles engage and contract. Aim to complete three sets of twelve repetitions, allowing yourself a 45-second rest between sets to enhance blood flow and optimize results. The close grip bench press is an effective way to build triceps strength and add mass to your upper arms. Prev Next 5. Inverted Row Inverted Row Prev Next The inverted row is a versatile exercise that can be performed using any object you can grip onto. To do this exercise, lie flat on the ground and grab onto a sturdy chair, coffee table, or similar object within your reach. Lift your upper body off the ground, hold the position for a few seconds, and then lower yourself back down.

The key to this weightless exercise is to focus on performing multiple repetitions. Aim for three sets of twelve repetitions, taking short breaks in between sets. The inverted row is an effective way to work your upper body muscles and can be done anywhere with minimal equipment. Prev Next 6. Arm Rotations Arm Rotations Prev Next Arm rotations are deceptively simple but highly effective exercises that engage the biceps, triceps, and shoulders. Begin by making circles with your arms, starting with small rotations and gradually increasing the size with each repetition. The key to this exercise is repetition, as it helps build strength and muscle endurance. After continuously performing arm rotations for about two to three minutes, you will start to feel the strain in your targeted muscles. To make the exercise more challenging, you can incorporate a resistance band for added resistance. Arm rotations are a great way to engage multiple upper body muscles and improve overall arm strength. Prev Next 7. Towel Bicep Curls Towel Bicep Curls Prev Towel bicep curls are a unique exercise that requires a towel and a heavy bag. Insert the towel through the top of the bag, grip both ends of the towel, and lift the bag, adjusting the resistance by adding weight to the bag if desired. This exercise effectively targets both the biceps and the brachialis, a muscle underneath the biceps that contributes to widening the arm. Aim to complete three sets of twelve repetitions, focusing on maintaining proper form throughout the exercise. Towel bicep curls provide an excellent way to strengthen and tone your biceps while engaging the supporting muscles for a well-rounded upper arm workout. Also Read : 9 Best Stretches And Exercises For Relief Lower Back Pain Conclusion By incorporating these seven exercises into your home workout routine, you can build bigger arms without heavy weights. Remember to target both the biceps and triceps for balanced muscle development. With consistency and dedication, you'll achieve the confidence and strength you desire. So, let's get started and unleash the power of your arms! Source Image : discord.com Prev

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How to pick a perfectly fitting t-shirt for your size and style?

If you’re like many of us, you’ll spend more time in a t-shirt than in any other item of clothing (except your underwear, hopefully). In fact, the humble tee is so commonplace that the dark art of sizing doesn’t quite get the attention it deserves. Rather than bulk buying simple undershirts, try taking your time finding a t-shirt that fits, because there’s no simpler way to make your everyday look more fashionable. It’s easy to see why t-shirts have become so popular. In the age of athleisure, comfort is king and formal clothes are becoming less and less common. There’s hardly a more comfortable garment than a well-fitted t-shirt, which is neither too tight nor too loose, without scratchy labels or irritating collars. They’re also the most versatile of clothes. Some will only toddler tees for activities which demand no fashion—sport, sleeping, lounging around at home. But t-shirts are also an opportunity to show your interests to the world around you, whether you’re buying one or designing a custom t-shirt for your business, brand, event or group. If you show others what your favourite brand or movie is, you might find some new friends with something in common come and introduce themselves. But just because they’re comfy and versatile, it doesn’t mean t-shirts can’t be fashionable. A solid-colour tee is a classier look, especially paired with smart trousers and shoes, while colour-blocking with complimentary garments can make for a striking effect. You can put a tee under an open shirt for a relaxed formality, or tuck it under a jumper for a bit of extra warmth. There are plenty of joys to be found in the t-shirt, but that’s only if you can get one to fit right, which can be harder than it sounds. That’s where we come in, so check out this handy guide to the perfect fit. What’s your size? A perfect fit will mean different things to different people, but you’re generally going to want a shape of tee which is flattering to your body shape. Sizes change depending on the brand — you might be a medium in one shop and a large in the next. How to know if a t-shirt fits Tightness A tee shouldn’t be too loose, or it’ll hang awkwardly and make you look shapeless. Too tight and it’ll show your least flattering contours — even if you have a perfectly toned torso, you might look a bit showy in a tight tee. If you’re slim, choose a t-shirt with a tailored torso so you’re not swallowed up. If you’re larger, choose a structure which gives you some extra room. Length If you lift up your arms, the hem of the tee shouldn’t ride up to expose your belly. As a general guide, it should hang lower than your hips, an inch or two below your belt-line, but not all the way to your legs. That said, in certain circles, like skaters, oversized tees are all the rage. Arms Shoulder fit is the easiest way to tell if a t-shirt fits you right. The seam along the shoulders should extend across the centre of your shoulder to the very top of your arm. If that’s right, everything else should fall into place. Meanwhile sleeves should go halfway down your upper arm, though some men’s tees have stitched sleeves for a ‘muscle fit’, which is flattering to the definition of your biceps. Choosing a t-shirt according to style Slim Slim fit t-shirts are best for those after an athletic, “muscle” or body-hugging fit. This is a cut that will hug the body more tightly, with sleeves that will be tighter around the arms. For a really sporty fit, choose t-shirts that have a more elasticated material that means the sleeves can stretch around the arm muscles while keeping the rest of the t-shirt tight around the body . Classic The classic cut is smart and flattering, with well fitted shoulders and sleeves that have a comfortable amount of space around the arms. It should hang straight, just below the waist without excess material. Baggy The oversized t-shirt has become much more popular in recent years. You could choose a t-shirt specifically cut in this way – which means it will fit around the upper body better – or opt for a size or two bigger. While the baggy shirt has been associated with the skater or hip hop look, recently it’s become a smarter style too; a crisp oversized t-shirt in black or white can look just as smart when worn right. Other important tips Consider the fabric There are a range of fabrics to choose from, but 100% cotton is generally a safe bet. We like it here at ICON because it’s soft, strong and breathable. You might want to consider cotton blends, which are less likely to wrinkle or shrink in the wash, but with a quality, pre-washed cotton shirt, this shouldn’t be an issue. You want your t-shirt to fit even after frequent washing.

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Learn more about streaming with our Beachbody On Demand Review. If you haven’t tried streaming with it yet, it’s really easy to use! You get access to hundreds of workouts, can download a week, and even stream to your TV with the right device.

They’ll be exclusively on Beachbody on Demand. No, neither 3-week program is available on DVD. We believe there will be a modifier in both programs because it’s designed for beginner and intermediate exercisers. If you’re looking for a bulking program, we’d first recommend Body Beast. You also shouldn’t expect to bulk up with this program. This is essentially a burn-out minute to blast more calories! #MBFA is very similar, but she adds in “Megan Minutes” at the end of each round. There are also 10-minute bonus workouts you can add on! They are Core, Lower Body Ignite, Upper Body Ignite and Full Body Ignite. Sunday focuses on recovery and stretching. An example of a move from this workout would be an inchworm to a push-up. These workouts are short, but they’re tough! You’ll be doing one move for a minute straight. Saturday workouts follow a different pace called, EMOMS (every minute on the minute). An example of an AMRAP circuit would be skier jumps, wide out punch, double cross jump, and then jumping rope. Tuesday and Thursday are cardio workouts where you’ll do as many rounds as possible (AMRAPS) of 4 moves. This type of training helps to challenge your body and balance more - thus burning more calories and getting the max out of each workout! You’ll do asymmetrical training where you’ll use one weight instead of two. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are your strength workouts. Each day includes a new workout, and you’ll never repeat the same workout twice!

You’ll workout 7 days a week, and the workouts range from 25-40 minutes.

Someone that loves lifting heavy and doing circuit-style training.

Anyone looking for 25-40 minute workouts.

Men & women looking to lose fat and gain muscle.

We also love that none of the workouts repeat, and the music kept us pushing to our limits. The moves were simple to understand, got our heart rate up, and Megan’s cueing is great! This workout program does a great job combining strength training and cardio. Crush the first three weeks, and you can move on to the advanced program, where I dial-up the intensity and really push your results to the next level!” What We Loved “Ideally, you’ll start on a Monday, and commit to finishing 21 workouts. “I created both programs to be done back-to-back,” Megan explains. #mbf (Muscle Burns Fat) and #mbfa (Muscle Burns Fat Advanced) are two separate workout programs designed to be done back to back. Each workout is unique and helps you get lean, strong, and healthy as your boost your metabolism and burn fat! We actually had the opportunity to interview the trainer, Megan Davies, recently on our podcast! She dished about the workouts, her go-to foods, and willpower.

Beachbody’s #MBF and #MBFA helps you build lean muscle, burn a ton of calories, and transform your body in 6 weeks! Learn what you need to know about the workouts and nutrition plan and see the before and after results!

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Bored Brat (drabble)

Frank Castle x f!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content – light bondage - dom/sub undertones – smut

I wanted to write some bratty Reader moment and thought of this. It got longer than expected 😅

You're sitting on the couch and reading a book. At least that's what you'd been doing until now. The plot just took a very weird turn that makes absolutely no sense to you, meaning that you've now lost interest and know that there's no way that you're going to finish the book.

You sigh, blowing air through your mouth forcefully and emitting a loud sound of exasperation while you tilt your head over the back of the couch. Great, now what?

Rolling your head to the side with another sigh, this one almost silent, you find Frank sitting at the living room table, his eyes focused on what he's doing on the laptop.

“Frank, I'm bored,” you moan dejectedly, pressing your lips into an exaggerated pout.

Frank neither moves nor says anything, his face never wavering from the screen.

“Frank! I'm-”

“Bored. Heard ya the first time,” Frank cuts in distractedly, scrolling down the page he's on with quick movements, but he's still not looking at you.

You throw the book to the side of the couch and give Frank an indignant glare. A glare that he, of course, doesn't see.

“Don't ignore me,” you complain sulkily.

“I'm workin',” Frank replies easily.

“Doesn't mean you have to ignore me.”

Frank meets your eyes for the first time with a neutral expression.

“Read another book.” He looks forward again, a frown forming between his eyes at what he's reading.

“Don’t wanna,” you moan, throwing your head back again with a huff. 

Frank stays silent again. You scoff and kneel up on the couch to face him fully, the table just a few feet away from the couch. 

“Come on, Frank. Take a break. You’ve been at it for hours.”

“Can’t.”

“Fraaaaank,” you lament, but he ignores you. “Ugh.”

You stand this time and saunter towards the table, swishing your hips enticingly. Something that Frank misses again. Or, maybe, he’s choosing to ignore it. You lean over the table, right across from him, and lower the lid of the laptop just enough to force him to look at you. 

“I wanna fuck,” you grin seductively, biting over your lower lip and stroking a finger along your chest. 

Frank levels you an unimpressed stare, blinking once, before he pulls the lid of the laptop back up. “No.” He pointedly looks into the screen again. 

You splutter in outrage at his easy dismissal and rise from your position over the table. 

“No? What-”

“Not now.”

“Then when?” You exclaim, throwing your arms up.

“Later.” Frank’s tone turns lower, irritation growing in it as his eyes meet yours again. “Or maybe not at all if you keep this up.”

You roll your eyes dramatically with a scoff and nearly miss his eyes clouding over with annoyance. It doesn’t bother you, you only stare back with a bored expression. Frank glances at the laptop, before he looks at you again and seems to come to a decision. 

He stands in one fluid motion, something that’s impressive considering his bulk, and closes the laptop to approach you in one large step. Your eyes light up, a smug grin on your face at having gotten him to give in. 

“Strip,” he orders in a clipped tone. 

Chuckling triumphantly, you quickly remove your clothes. As soon as you’re done, Frank grabs you by the nape and gets you to lean over the table again, pressing a palm into the middle of your back. 

“Stay still,” he rumbles. 

You love it when he gets like this, so you only smirk to yourself and do as he says. He moves away for a few seconds and comes back with some rope that he used to tie around some furniture and transport it to the VA center for Curtis. You only make an appreciative sound as Frank starts curling the rope around your wrists. He pulls your arms to the side until your upper body is flush with the table. Frank wraps the ends of the rope around the table once before he secures them around two different legs.

Frank steps back with a thoughtful sound, before he seems satisfied with his work. Out of nowhere, a hard smack lands on your ass, making you gasp loudly in surprise and slight pain. Next thing you know, Frank is opening his pants and stroking the head of his cock between your folds. You groan at the feeling and curl your fingers into fists in anticipation. Deeming you ready enough, Frank puts a palm over your lower back and pushes his whole length inside until he bottoms out, drawing a long moan from you. 

“Wanted me to fuck you?” He rasps, his fingers squeezing your ass as he pulls back out slowly and snaps his hips back forward. 

“Oh fuck, yes,” you cry out, your head lying on one side and your breath fogging up the table-top close to your mouth. 

Frank’s moving for real now. He doesn’t take his time, just fucks you relentlessly, pace hard and fast, knocking the breath out of you and only letting you utter gasped out sounds. His hands stay at your ass or your hips, grabbing and pulling at your skin, while Frank pants and grunts over you, the table rattling over the floor. 

And then Frank’s coming, his hips locking in place with his cock deep inside you as he fills you up. He’s breathing harshly from exertion as he pulls out, a thin dribble of come following him and sliding down one of your thighs. 

“Frank?” You ask, bewildered as you see him closing his pants and sitting down in front of the laptop again, your face now obstructed as he lifts the lid. 

“Mh?” He hums lightly, his eyes drifting over what he’d been doing earlier. 

“Frank?” You repeat, your voice going higher while your legs still tremble from Frank’s thrusts, yet your orgasm far away.

“I didn’t come.”

“I know.”

“You – I – Frank! Fucking untie me, at least.” You try to pound the table with your fists, but Frank has secured your arms too well for that. 

“Maybe if you stop bein’ a brat and let me finish workin’ like I asked you to.” Frank’s voice still sounds unconcerned. 

Your mouth works silently as realization slowly settles in, understanding that Frank really isn’t planning on releasing you yet. Neither giving you release for that matter. You start muttering under your breath in utter outrage and start wiggling around, trying to loosen the rope, although you know that it’s a lost cause. 

“Don’t move too much, or you’re gonna hurt your wrists.”

You slump down in defeat, sulking, and close your eyes as you feel more come slipping free. You sigh and press your legs together tightly. 

“Please?” You try tentatively, casting your eyes up as far as possible. 

Frank chuckles. “Progress.” He doesn’t move or look at you, however.

“When?” You continue, voice meek. 

“If you stop askin’, then sooner than you think,” he says it kindly, but you still hear the threat in his voice at your continued questioning.

You open your mouth again, but stop yourself from saying more. You close your eyes again with a small sigh and try to get as comfortable as possible as you set out for waiting for as long as Frank chooses.