#bodylock

[sattlertime]

03/21/23 Today we celebrate Miles 4th White Stripe on his Gray Belt #JiuJitSu. Keep up the good work Miles 👊🏼 #graybelt #technicallift #dojo #whitebeltmentality #guardgrips #guardbreak #closeguard #breakfall #judogrips #hipscape #turtelposition #highcover #meatshield #armlock #instep #crossarm #seatbeltgrip #bumpandroll #bodylock #frontleg #pushkick #bodylock #seatbeltgrip #mount #grapplersstance #crosshand #bullfighterpass #818tillidie #milesTIME #sattlerFAM (at Gracie Barra Glendale Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqE13Rer-3q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jimsbeetroot]

hi, could you do the second part of 𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧? please 🥺

𝐈𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

thank you for this request! spoiler alert; no pool in this one but one heck of a steaming, cold shower…..

PART TWO OF I IN SPAIN

smut! warnings! praise kink! size kink! shower sex! masturbation! temperature play!

words; 3403

summary; after last nights heated battle between you and jim, you need a cooling off, and you get exactly that + more

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As the oppressive heat lingers in the early morning air, your body feels heavy under the weight of it. The sheets cling to your skin, damp with sweat, making sleep impossible. Jim, ever so unaffected by the heat, lies beside you, his large frame sprawled across the bed in peaceful slumber. Even in the stifling 95 degrees, he looks comfortable, his breathing deep and steady. You envy him, feeling more like you’re melting into the mattress with every second.

“What’re you doing?” He mumbles tiredly, nearly whining, and tightens his hold around your body.

You groan and look up at the ceiling, frustrated with the new bodylock Jim had you in, making it fully impossible to go anywhere at all.

“It’s too hot. I can't breathe,” you grumble and squirm in his arms, showing enough protest for him to unlock his arms and carry on snoring.

You let out a quiet sigh, carefully peeling yourself away from the sheets. Your movements are slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb him. You love Jim—of course, you do—but sometimes, you wish he wasn’t so unconcerned about things like this. He could sleep through a furnace, and here you are, ready to combust from the inside out.

Sliding out of bed, you pad across the cool tile of the hotel room floor, grateful for the small relief it offers against your overheated skin. You peek back at Jim’s giant frame stretched out across the mattress, his dark hair splayed against the pillow, his lips slightly parted. As you watch him for a moment, you wonder if you should wake him and drag him to the pool like you’d wanted to the night before. But you know how that would end—another power struggle where he gets his way and you end up frustrated.

Instead, your eyes wander to the bathroom. A cold shower seems like a perfect solution. You bite your lip, glancing back at Jim again, still fast asleep. This would be your little escape, your moment of reprieve from the unbearable heat.

The bathroom door clicks softly behind you as you step inside. The tiles are cool beneath your bare feet, and you shiver slightly as you approach the glass-enclosed shower. You turn the handle, and the water springs to life with a soft hiss, cold droplets splattering against the tiles.

Stepping into the shower, the water hits your boiling body and an orgasmic feeling rushes through you, instantly cooling you. You let out a soft, satisfied sigh as the cold water cascades over your body, washing away the sticky humidity that had clung to you all night. Your eyes flutter shut, and your mind drifts for a moment.

The feeling of being cooled down is euphoric. The water pulses against your body and being in a playful mood— as one is at 1 am, you grab the detachable showerhead and set it to the massage setting, the water changing from mist to a strong, hard stream. You lead the showerhead down between your legs, angling it just right as you let the cool water pulse against your cunt, the stream hitting your clit just right, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You adjust the pressure, your body tingling in response, your breath hitching as you rock your hips against the spray.

It almost feels forbidden to be doing this while Jim sleeps just a room away, but the thrill of it makes the feeling even better and more intense. Your breaths come faster as the water vibrates against your clit, your hips rocking slightly in time with the beat of the spray. Your spread-out legs begin to shake as your moans grow a little louder, your body aching for more.

Your fingers grip the cool tile wall as you curve the shower head lower, the pressure building, pleasure sparking through your body. Just as you’re about to come the bathroom door swings open with a sharp creak, and your eyes snap open in shock.

Jim’s massive frame fills the doorway, his dark eyes locking onto yours. His lips are curled into a knowing smirk, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the doorframe, taking in the sight of you— fully exposed and caught in the act.

“Caught you,” he rumbles, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold water.

You freeze, the shower head still in your hand, water spraying uselessly as you stare back at him, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Jim, I—” you start, your voice faltering as your eyes flick to the shower head and back to him.

He raises an eyebrow, stepping further into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s a darker edge to it.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Jim closes the distance between you in just a few long strides.

His massive frame fills the small shower space, making you feel even smaller and more vulnerable beneath his gaze. He reaches down, his large hand wrapping around the shower head, plucking it effortlessly from your grasp.

“I— I was hot,” you stammer, your body still throbbing from the pleasure you were so close to reaching. “I-I needed to cool down.”

“Is that right?”

His tone is playful, but the look in his eyes is anything but. He steps even closer, the cool water splashing over both of you now, soaking his clothes, but he doesn’t seem to care. “And you thought you’d take care of it yourself, huh? Didn’t think to wake me?”

Your breath hitches as he leans down, his mouth brushing your ear, his voice a low growl that makes your knees weak. “You know that’s my job, baby.”

You shudder at his words, heat pooling low in your belly despite the cool water. Jim’s presence is overwhelming, his size, his voice, the way he looks down at you like he owns every part of you—and in moments like this, it feels like he does.

He grabs your thigh, wrapping his massive hand underneath it and lifts it, holding it in place against his side. With the other hand, he tilts the shower head toward you, the cool water hitting your stomach first, then trailing lower, and lower, until the spray is pulsing between your legs again. You gasp, your head falling back against the cool tile as the sensation shoots through you, even more intense now that he’s the one holding it.

“Jim, please—” you start, your voice breaking as the water pulses harder against your swollen clit, the sensation almost too much.

“Please, what?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a command beneath it. “You wanted to get off so bad, didn’t you? Now you’re going to ask me nicely.”

The pressure between your legs builds, and you squirm under the teasing spray, but Jim’s large hand is suddenly on your hip, holding you still, his grip firm. His other hand keeps the shower head angled just right, the cool water sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each pulse.

“Please, Jim,” you whimper, your voice barely more than a breath, your body trembling under the onslaught of sensation. “Please, I need—”

He lets go of your thigh but you stay just the same. With that hand, he reaches over and regulates the pressure of the stream, turning it all the way up. A squeal leaves your lips and instinctively, you stand on your tippytoes, doing everything to get away from the high-pressure stream. But Jim, he doesn't care. He puts a firm hand on your shoulder and presses you down while simultaneously pressing the shower head harder against you, the cool water a sharp contrast to the heat building inside you. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his eyes locked on your face as you gasp and writhe under his touch. “So needy for me. You like when I take care of you, don’t you?”

You can only nod, your body arching into the spray, every nerve alight with pleasure. The praise, the way he towers over you, completely in control—it all pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Jim’s free hand moves from your hip to your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple between them, adding another layer of sensation to the pleasure already building. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive. “All wet and trembling for me.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you moan, your body shaking as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. The water pulses faster against you, and you can’t hold back any longer.

“Jim—oh god, Jim, I’m gonna—” your voice breaks as the orgasm crashes through you, your legs shaking so hard you can barely stand. The cool water, his hands, his voice—it all mixes together in a heady rush of sensation that leaves you gasping and clinging to him for support.

He doesn’t stop, though. Even as you come undone beneath him, he keeps the shower head aimed at your clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess in his arms.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls the shower head away, letting the water wash over your spent body as you try to catch your breath. He turns the water off, and the room is suddenly quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing.

Jim’s smirk widens and the glint in his dark eyes tells you he’s far from finished. Your heart skips a beat, your body still tingling from the intense release he just gave you. The air between you crackles with the same heat that’s been suffocating the room, but now it’s not just the temperature—it’s the fire between the two of you.

You’re still reeling, the cool water cascading down your body, yet Jim’s hands feel like they’re branding you with their touch.

“Not done with you yet,” he murmurs, voice thick and husky, the tension crackling like static. He steps closer, his broad chest brushing against your naked frame, dwarfing you entirely. You’re all too aware of the disparity in size between the two of you, the way he looms over you with ease, and how his strength radiates from every movement.

His lips find your neck, and the contrast between his scorching mouth and the lingering cool water on your skin sends a shiver through your entire body. You gasp as his teeth scrape over your pulse, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after. His hands trail lower, gripping your hips firmly as he presses you back against the shower wall, the cool tile a shock against your already heightened senses.

The sudden contrast of the cold tile against your overheated skin makes you moan, but Jim’s body is quick to follow, trapping you between the wall and his overwhelming presence. You squirm against him, the friction of your bare skin against his clothed body driving you wild.

“Jim,” you gasp, your hands sliding up his chest, grasping the wet fabric of his t-shirt, tugging at it in frustration. “Off.”

He grins against your neck, and with a single, fluid motion, he peels the shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. Your hands immediately fly to his now-bare chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, marvelling at how solid he feels under your palms. You’re breathless, heat coiling low in your belly again, even though you were sure you’d just been spent moments before.

He presses you harder against the cool tile, his hips grinding against yours, and you can feel him— his cock is hard, thick, and ready. Your breath hitches as the realization hits you: he’s still in control, still guiding this moment exactly where he wants it to go. You love it, crave it.

“Tell me what you want,” he growls, his voice rough and demanding, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

You whimper, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. “I want you,” you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before he presses harder against you.

“Not good enough,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes your core clench.

You can barely think, your body already trembling with need. The friction, the heat, the cool wall at your back—it’s all too much. You whimper again, trying to shift against him, but his grip is iron, holding you still. You’re completely at his mercy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally manage, your voice a breathy plea, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter. “Please, Jim.”

His eyes darken at your words, and without hesitation, he frees himself from his pants, the sound of the zipper followed by the cool rush of air against his bare skin. You bite your lip as he lines himself up, his thick cock pressing against your soaked entrance. He’s teasing you, just barely rubbing against you, waiting, making you beg.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice full of rough praise. “So spread out for me. You need me to fill you up, don’t you?”

Jim’s eyes lock onto yours, his eyes dark and intense as his body presses you firmly against the cold tile wall of the shower. The icy water continues to rain down on both of you, heightening the sensation of his warm skin against yours. You shiver, not just from the cold, but from the anticipation that thrums through your entire body.

His large hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing in his grasp. Your legs wrap around his waist, and the heat between your bodies contrasts sharply with the icy water cascading over you. The feeling of being completely overpowered, utterly at his mercy, sends a thrill through you that only deepens your need for Jim.

You feel the weight of him pressing against your entrance, and your breath catches in your throat. Jim’s size has always been a source of both pleasure and pain.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Are you ready for me?”

You bite your lip, nodding, even as a flicker of nervous excitement runs through you. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressing insistently against you, and the ache inside you grows unbearable. “Yes,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

With a deep growl, Jim adjusts his grip on your hips, positioning himself at your entrance. He doesn’t rush; he’s always careful at first, knowing how much he can stretch you, how every inch of him fills you in a way that pushes the limits of your body. Slowly, he begins to press into you, the thick head of his cock slipping inside.

You gasp, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as your body instinctively tightens around him. The initial stretch is intense, a combination of pleasure and pain that steals your breath. He’s so big — it always feels like too much at first, like you can’t possibly take all of him. The pressure builds, your walls gripping him tightly as he inches deeper, filling you more and more with every agonizingly slow thrust.

“Relax,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

You try to steady your breathing, your legs trembling slightly as you feel him push further inside. The cold water continues to stream down your back, a stark contrast to the heat of him buried deep within you. The sensation is overwhelming — your body struggling to adjust to the size of him. You can’t help but moan, a mix of pain and desperate pleasure spilling from your lips as he stretches you open.

“Jim…” you gasp, your head falling back against the tile as your body protests the intrusion, but at the same time, craves more. The fullness is almost unbearable, but you don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop.

“You’re so tight,” he growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he pushes deeper still. His eyes burn with desire, watching every expression that flickers across your face. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”

He’s not wrong. Despite the intensity, despite the way he stretches you almost to the point of pain, you want it — you need it. The sharp edge of discomfort only heightens the pleasure, each inch of him filling you in a way that no one else ever has, or ever could. He bottoms out inside you, the full length of him finally seated deep within you, and you let out a ragged moan, your body trembling as it adjusts to the sheer size of him.

The pain fades, replaced by a burning pleasure that builds with every heartbeat. You cling to him, your fingers digging into his skin as your body begins to melt around him, the ache of the stretch turning into something far more intense.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice thick with desire as he starts to move, pulling back slightly before thrusting into you again, deeper this time.

The force of his thrust makes you cry out, your nails raking down his back as your body struggles to accommodate the sheer force of him. But the pleasure is undeniable — every stroke sends sparks of heat through you.

He’s relentless, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, his hands gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drives into you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the small bathroom, mixing with the steady stream of water and the desperate moans that spill from your lips.

The size difference between you becomes even more pronounced as he moves, the sheer power and strength of his body overwhelming you in the best possible way. Each time he fills you, it feels like he’s claiming every inch of you, pushing you to your limits and beyond. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him as he thrusts deeper, your walls gripping him tightly, trying to adjust to the intensity of his size. “Fuck, Jim,” you moan, your voice shaking as he thrusts into you again, the force of it making your head spin.

He groans in response, his breath hot against your neck as he picks up the pace, each movement more powerful than the last. “You feel incredible,” he growls, his voice raw with need. “So tight… so perfect.”

The cold water continues to pour over both of you, but it does nothing to cool the heat between you. The pleasure builds an unstoppable force that drives you both closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the pressure mounting inside you, your body trembling with every thrust as Jim’s cock fills you completely, stretching you in ways that only he can.

He angles his hips, hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you cry out, your entire body arching against him. The sensation is too much, too overwhelming, and you can feel the orgasm building, your muscles tightening around him as you teeter on the edge.

“Jim… I’m gonna…” you gasp, your breath coming in ragged pants.

“Come for me,” he growls, his thrusts becoming even more urgent, more frantic as he chases his own release.

With one final thrust, he sends you spiralling over the edge, your body convulsing around him as the orgasm crashes over you. You scream his name, your nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure ripple through you, leaving you shaking and breathless.

Jim follows moments later, groaning deeply as he buries himself inside you one last time, his body tensing as he finds his own release. The warmth of his release fills you, and you cling to him, your bodies pressed together as the aftershocks of your orgasms pulse through you both.

For a moment, neither of you move, the only sound in the room is the steady drip of water from the showerhead and the sound of your ragged breathing. Jim’s chest heaves against yours as he holds you close, his hands still gripping your hips as he slowly pulls out of you.

You wince slightly at the loss, your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. He lowers you gently to the ground, your legs feeling like jelly as you lean against the cold tile for support.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softening as he cups your cheek, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face.

You nod, a tired but satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “More than okay.”

He grins, leaning down to kiss you gently, his lips warm and soft against yours. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because that was incredible.”

You laugh softly, still catching your breath as you rest your forehead against his chest. “I’m glad we didn’t go to the pool.”

Jim chuckles, pulling you closer as the water continues to pour over both of you. “I think we found a better way to cool off.”

[izanori]

im too lazy to pull up pics as proof, but fwiw i just wanted to let everyone know i have reason to believe clothes are genderlocked* in fashion dreamer, but nothing else is (hair, makeup, accessories, etc)

*theyre not actually referred to as genders, but types. in the character creator the more hourglass-shaped figure is called Type A, and the boxier one is called Type B. so would you call it bodylocked?

actually, if you want you can see the proof yourself: in the create a character video the fashion dreamer account posted on twitter, when the body is Type A and they show the hairstyles, at the very beginning it shows short hairstyles Type Bs have been shown to have in some promotional pics. and we’ve seen Type Bs with long hair too.

in a web commercial, they show a Type Bs closet. in there are no dresses or skirts or any clothing we’ve seen Type As wear… but they have those marzipan sky heart-and-ribbon earrings in there.

we’ve seen Type Bs wearing makeup too. etc etc. but we havent seen the types wearing clothes seen on the other type, have we? now, its possible that for some reason theyve been avoiding showing any signs of obvious gender nonconformity or crossdressing specifically in marketing, but im leaning towards “they chose to create 2 sets of clothes rather than model everything twice for two body shapes” — if i end up wrong thatd be awesome though

[tawus]

What was the most babygirl thing that Gojo has ever done in your pov?

What was your honest reaction of him getting sealed?

Which JJK moment made you go like this?

Out of all of the JJK arcs that are out right now which on is your favorite? What about for current volume cover?

Heyy Mokona! 💋 Let’s dive deep:

1. What was the most babygirl thing that Gojo has ever done in your pov?

So many… But two come to mind specifically: Gojo deciding in the midst of his Jogo fight that “Oh! This could be a good teaching moment!” and warping to Yuuji in the basement and carrying/warping them both back to the “teaching moment”.

Second teachable moment…oh, I mean babygirl moment, is when he allowed himself to be held in a bodylock by Yaga even tho he could’ve gotten out of it at any time. It also couldn’t have been their first time, bc Yaga had also put him in that bodylock knowing he could. Bless babygirl Gojo for acting human when he absolutely doesn’t need to.

Think about it, for a superhuman like him there isn’t even any quantifiable merit to acting human, to following their customary interactions, to acting weaker than he is – yet he does these all the same. Akutami unwittingly created a character so multifaceted and complex that we can’t not get fascinated and salivating...

In my case, I’m forever mystified by what would happen if he finally snapped and had to breach his humanity in favour of his superhumanity…? I vaporise at the thought.

2. What was your honest reaction to him getting sealed?

I was expecting him to have a trick up his sleeve. It didn’t feel conclusive.

3. Which JJK moment made you go like this?

I fired this question at a close friend and even tho she hasn’t read the manga, she said: what happened to Nanami. And honestly… she’s right. I'd even taken a selfie of my puffy crying face from when I read that chapter (which I won’t show here as I’m not a masochist). But yeah - that.

4. Out of all of the JJK arcs that are out right now which one is your favourite?

I don’t buy official manga as I live in a country where they’re not even shipped to… But in terms of arcs, hmm, I’ll go with Shibuya. Gege kind of glossed over it imo but we saw so much of Gojo’s psyche there. We saw him go berserk on the special grade curses. We saw his attitude towards mercy and killing - through how he dealt with the curses. We saw his attitude towards weaker opponents when he got annoyed at Jogo and Hanami’s evasive tactics. We saw his attitude towards non-sorcerer humans when he finally decided to deploy his Domain Expansion. We saw his attitude towards death itself when he was carrying those severed heads of curses. We saw his view on victory and loss when he obliterated Hanami, and oh god basically everything in this arc! It was an arc packed with everything. Which is why this anime season is gonna be the bomb – the Shibuya arc was the best JJK could ever be.

5. Which volume cover is your favourite? (I hope I recited the question’s essence right)

Volume 8 = illustration of Toji

Forever his disgruntled and bitter supporter who never got to see him done justice ✌️

[rejectory]

@damagedtoysoldier cozies up too personal.

Steve’s jaw cracks and hangs. His head whiplashes. His momentum tips.

The street swims sideways. The road rash skins him shoulder–elbow–temple. Down so quick slams him back into a merry ride in Coney, and now it’s vertigo and heartache he’s got to hammer the lids back on both. It don’t matter to the stars how wetly he blinks. They keep on swirling.

Caked in urban dirt, he rolls. Takes him less than it would’ve before the ice. He pops his jaw back into the socket, toes twitching, body going tender as a bruise. It clicks wrong.

Guy tries again.

Guy packs a wallop so good, Steve takes it on the nose and gets it broken—–-tries again to blow a man’s brains out—❛Run!❜—–-just to get close enough.

Just to jerk the bastard by the collar. The shot misfires. The proximity rams an icepick through Steve’s ear. He complicates his hand all tangled in the guy’s gear and headbutts him so hard he offsets his own headache.

— He goes full wraparound for a tight bodylock.

[theanticool]

Tabatha Ricci armbars Jessica Penne in the 2nd!

Huge performance from Tabitha Ricci who is developing into a great prospect to watch at 115lbs. Bullied Penne in all the grappling positions. Got a takedown off a single leg almost instantly at the start of the fight. At one point dug in the underhooks for the full body lock along the fence and just wrenched Penne down. Penne tried to shoot in for a bodylock of her own in the 2nd and got thrown with a powerful hip toss. Ricci managed to get to side control and then float to the opposite side for the armbar, getting the tap from Penne.

Wouldn’t call it a flawless performance. Ricci got like 6 or 7 takedowns cause she needed to get 6 or 7 takedowns. Really struggled to pass from guard or hold Penne down, though she did chew up her legs with kicks while Penne played guard. Also, for as quick as she is, probably moves around too much on the feet. Good way to get yourself tired. Still, she dominated front to back in that one. Great win.

[obsessedwrestler]

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[internutter]

Challenge #03522-I234: Empathic Disability

The CRC and Alliance eventually deports the knomira back to Alliance space for the rest of their prison term, they're pretty beat up, but very much alive, since killing them wasn't allowed. They keep screaming lawsuit. They learn the hard way all that they're going to pay, time and service, for their crimes.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03359-i071-unforgettable-lesson#@internutter/re-bkf-r8p1tm -- The New Guy

Throw enough violent tantrums, and someone somewhere will figure out a way to stop you. On pre-Shattering Earth, some enforcement officers used mattresses between themselves and a thrashing offender. In other places, a sticky foam eventually stilled their bodies.

Greater Deregulation electrocuted their offenders so hard that their limbs were jelly for hours.

It was B'Nar that created the body-lock disc. After a violent cogniscent was stunned, all an officer had to do was place it on their skin, near their brain stem. Nanomachines and microconnectors did the rest. It was painless, without the risk of unintended medical consequences, and non-injurious to the individual it was used on.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[krupnick]

Jessica, what would your idea of a fun Valentine's Day be?

“Oh, I’m terrible to ask that sort of question to .. I have far too many ideas and can never decide on which is better.” And it’s purely dependent on who she would spending that day with too, or if she would be spending it alone. The former is preferred, but the latter is always a damning possibility.

“Let’s see what I can list off for you..” The toon sways on her hips, hands cupping her elbows and eye closing with thought. “Well, I believe one idea would involve a 3-tier cake made with strawberries and vanilla icing, a horse-drawn carriage through the gardens in the evening, parasols optional, and a bubble bath for two by day’s end with cuddles and kisses galore. Another would involve skydiving, with heart-shaped parachutes of course, and swing dancing until my partner drops.” Her, though? Oh no, she’d still be standing! Someone has to carry them home, no? “Traveling the night before to a countryside Bed & Breakfast sounds marvelous, too. We’d laze the day away and enjoy the sights~” That one brings a grin to her face, giving those ruby lips a glint in the sunlight.

“But if I happen to be spending that lovely little Holiday alone, then I’m more than likely not even thinking about getting out of bed.”

meanwhile, with Roger ..

“My Honey-Bunny and I sleep in. That’s fun to me.” Roger’s energetic, an early riser — but he’s married to Jessica, who prefers to snooze away until 10am, thus keeping him trapped in bed until she’s good and ready to wake up! There’s no winning this, either. He’s in deadlock while she slumbers, and eventually the hyperactive rabbit accepts his fate and drifts back to dreamland.. eventually. “We’ve tried to make a planner before, but that always goes right down the drain the moment we step out of the bedroom door. So it’s just all very sporadic and off the top of our whims. For instance, last year we rented the biggest bouncy house we could find and ended up spending the day on Jupiter!” — okay, week, but who’s counting?

“If I had to recommend something fun for you, I would choose a visit to Jupiter – or even Venus! They both have spectacular scenery that’s perfect for waltzing .. and enormous malt shops!” And it should go without saying that if today is when you decide to pop the question, what better way than taking the one you love out of this world to do it?

[fxckadoodledoomunson]

Unhinged | Part 5 | S.T AU

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Summary: While you decide to abort your plan exposing Zoe, Eddie thinks there’s something going on between you and Jason.

Warning(s): smoking, swearing, Andy basically being a dick.

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The next day, you and Chrissy were chatting by your locker, discussing what snacks to get for movie night when Nancy came over.

“Hi, how was the gig?” She asked you.

“It was good,” you replied. “Even Chrissy enjoyed it.”

Chrissy nodded as she said, “Definitely.”

“Shame you didn’t join us,” you told Nancy.

“Yeah, but sadly the articles aren’t going to write themselves,” Nancy told you. “Oh, that reminds me, I need to talk to Fred. I’ll see you guys in class.”

“See you later,” you called out as Nancy walked up to Fred and chatted to him, while you and Chrissy made your way to class, when Chrissy mentioned, “Oh, Jason called last night. He said that his parents are letting him throw a party for graduation and he wanted me to invite you...”

You looked forward, seeing an exhausted Eddie about to walk into class. You waved at him, but he didn’t acknowledge you. As he went inside, you asked yourself, looking confused, “Is he okay?”

“Huh?” Chrissy exclaimed.

You turned to her and replied, “Nothing.”

You both entered the classroom when you spotted the two jocks, Andy and Chance standing in front of a sleeping Eddie.

“Looks like the freak’s been up all night doing rituals with his cult again,” Andy snidely commented, making Chance laugh.

Andy looked around the classroom when he found a pair of scissors from the teacher’s desk draw. As he picked it up, Patrick began to tell him, “Andy, what-“

Andy shushed him, before asking Chance, “Which should I cut first? His hair or his vest?” You were about to pull Andy away from Eddie when Chance got you in a bodylock.

As Chrissy begged him not to do it, Andy was about to approach Eddie once more when Jason walked in and asked, “What’s going on?”

Jason saw you trying to wriggle your way out of Chance’s grip and Andy about to cut Eddie’s hair.

A groggy Eddie looked up as he slowly woke up when Jason grabbed Andy’s wrist as he sternly told him, “Put the scissors back.”

“Oh come on Jason,” Andy snickered “You’re not-“

“Serious? Yeah, I am,” Jason retorted. “Do you want Higgins to make you repeat senior year?”

Andy silently gaped, as Jason told him, “Move away from Munson and put the scissors back where they belong.”

As Andy reluctantly put the scissors back in the draw, Jason turned to Chance and told him, “And you! Let her go.”

At once, Chance had let go of you. You rubbed your arms as Jason asked you, “Are you okay?”

You nodded as you and Chrissy made your way to your seats, when you heard Andy asked Chance, “What’s up with him and that freak girl?”

Jason was about to sit down when a still groggy Eddie asked, “Am I dreaming? Or did you just help me?”

“Just dreaming, Munson,” Jason quickly told him, before going to his seat.

Eddie rested his head on the desk and was about to go back to sleep when he noticed Jason was looking at you. Meanwhile, you turned your head to the side, finding Jason looking over yours and Chrissy’s direction, before looking down at his notebook.

As you looked down at your desk, you thought, Why’s he acting like this in public?

You then turned to Eddie, who was snoring, as you thought about your decision about telling Eddie about Zoe.

Later on in the afternoon, you were grabbing a couple of books from your locker. You closed and locked it, before walking to your next class when Andy slammed your books from your hands, causing them to drop to the floor. He cackled as he walked away, calling you a freak.

You squatted down to grab your books, as you muttered under your breath, “Dickhead.”

You reached to grab another book when someone picked it up. You turned to find Jason squatting next to you with your book in his hand.

As you both stood up, he passed you your book, as you suspiciously looked at him.

“What? No thank you?” He asked, as put his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you being like this?” You asked.

“Like what?”

“First, you stopped your teammates picking on me and Eddie and now you’re helping me pick up my book.”

“So I’m not allowed to help my girlfriend’s friend?”

“You’ve forgotten that Chrissy is supposed to be your ex-girlfriend. You can’t stage a breakup, and then be pleasant towards me in public. People are already talk-“

He leaned towards you, as he told you in a hushed tone, “Hey, it was your idea for me and Chrissy to stage that breakup just so you can show Munson that his girlfriend is crazy.”

You sighed before telling him, “Well you can have her back. I’m going to tell Chrissy to abort. I’m also going to tell Eddie about Zoe, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”

Jason stuttered as he watched you walked to your next class, while you were both unaware that Eddie had been watching from afar.

He sighed as he thought about what Steve said earlier this morning...

Eddie and Steve were having a smoke as Dustin grabbed his science project from the back seat.

“Thanks Steve, see you later,” Dustin said, as he started walking with Max and Lucas, before telling Eddie. “See you at lunch, Eddie.”

As they watched the freshmen go inside, they noticed that Andy was about to throw a basketball at your direction.

Eddie was about to run up to warn you, as Andy threw the ball your way when Jason caught it, blocking you.

Jason turned to you and gave you a small smile, before throwing the ball back to a confused Andy.

“Jesus, first a wink and now saving her ass from his cronies.” Steve muttered when Eddie turned to him as he asked, “What? When did he wink at her?”

Steve quietly groaned, realising that Eddie heard.

He told him about how he saw Jason winking at you the other day at work.

Eddie looked over to you as Chrissy, who was with her cheer squad, greeted you before you both went inside.

“Why did he wink at her?” A suspicious Eddie asked. “I mean, she’s Chrissy’s friend, but she isn’t exactly on friendly terms with Jason. Right Harrington?”

Steve sighed, before telling him, “Look man, it’s not my place to say.”

Eddie looked over at Jason and his friends, as he thought of the worst...

After school, you were rushing outside to meet Eddie when you knocked into Jason.

“Watch it freak!” Jason spat.

As you glared back at him, you thought, Hopefully that won’t make anyone suspicious anymore.

You turned your head to face forward, running up to Eddie, who was taking one last puff of his cigarette, before putting it out.

“Hey,” you greeted him, as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

Eddie gave a small smile, as he leaned back.

“You still feel tired?” You asked.

Eddie silently shrugged, which concerned you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Eddie, you didn’t acknowledge me this morning, and you didn’t even say two words to me at lunch. What did I do?”

Eddie looked over to Jason, who was chatting to Patrick, before moving his attention back to you. “You tell me,” he retorted.

“What?”

“When were you gonna tell me that you and Jason were a thing?”

You raised your eyebrows, feeling confused, “What?!”

“I’m not blind. I saw you two earlier before class-“

“Hang on! What makes you think that me and him are a thing?”

“How about the way he’s been looking at you today? Or how he saved your ass twice?”

“He saved yours too Ed-“

“Or how about the fact he winked at you when he came to see you at work the other day? And before you even try to deny it, Harrington let it slip earlier this morning.”

You shook your head when you tried to explain, “He only came to drop off something for Chrissy-“

“It’s funny, the same week Jason and Chrissy broke up-“

“Sorry, are you listening to yourself?” You said loudly, catching Jason’s attention. “Do you really think I would be friends with Chrissy and hook up with Jason at the same time? I wouldn’t do that!”

You huffed, “And if there was something going on between us, why do you care? You’re with that psycho Zoe-“

Eddie gaped, as you stopped and realised what you just said. You looked down, before turning your heels and started walking away as Eddie called your name, when you told him, “I have to go, I’ll see you later maybe.”

You looked up, walking towards a concerned Chrissy, who was sitting with your dad in the car.

You got in the back seat, as your dad asked you, “Everything alright, petal?”

You sighed before telling him, “I’m fine.” Chrissy gave you a sad smile, knowing that you weren’t fine.

You looked at Eddie’s direction as your dad drove off.

Meanwhile, Eddie cursed under his breath as he got in his van. He was about to shut his door when he noticed Jason approaching him.

“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie snorted. “What do you want Carver?”

Jason took out some cash out of his pocket, as he asked, “Got time to make a deal?”

Later on, Eddie took Jason to the picnic table in the woods.

After Eddie placed his lunchbox on the table, he sat down opposite Jason, telling him, “Well, this feels like the Twilight Zone. First you and Chrissy breakup, then you helped me and my one of my friends from your minions. And now you, Jason Carver, Hawkins High’s King, are buying weed from me.”

Not really, Jason thought to himself. In all honesty, Jason only asked Eddie to meet him to talk about you.

As Jason put down his bag, Eddie opened up his lunchbox, whilst telling him, “So, obviously it’s cash only and no receipts.”

Eddie took out a bag, as he continued to speak, “I could do half an ounce for-“

“I’m not really here for weed, Munson,” Jason admitted.

Eddie stared for a moment before telling him, “Well, if you want something stronger, you could ask Reefer Rick, but as you know he’s-“

Suddenly, Jason admitted that he wanted to talk about you.

Eddie blinked, before asking, “What about her?”

“I heard you two earlier. I want you to know we’re definitely not a thing, I love Chrissy-“

“But...you guys broke up. I mean, everyone saw-“

“We faked it!”

Eddie gaped, dropping his bag of weed on the table, while Jason took a deep breath, before telling him, “She and Chrissy will probably kill me for telling you this...”

Jason began to explain that you had planned to get Zoe riled up with you and Chrissy flirting with Eddie, so you could expose Zoe for how she was treating everyone close to Eddie.

“Nah, that’s bullshit,” Eddie shook his head. “If you’re trying to prank me-“

“It’s not a prank, Munson!” Jason raised his voice. “Zoe threatened Chrissy!”

“What?” Eddie exclaimed.

Jason continued to explain that you witnessed the incident, and decided to expose Zoe after that.

Eddie remembered that day when Chrissy was in tears.

Eddie scratched his head, as Jason told him that you hid the abuse that you and your friends endured from Zoe.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Eddie asked himself. “Why didn’t any of them tell me?”

“I guess she didn’t think that you would believe them,” Jason replied. “That’s why she came up with that plan.”

Suddenly, Eddie remembered that you called Zoe a psycho earlier during the argument and then he recalled what Matt told him, as he put everything together.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said as he covered his face with his hands. “What am I gonna do?”

“Can’t you just break up with Zoe?” Jason suggested.

Eddie moved his hands onto the table, as he shook his head, “Even if I did, it’ll probably be worse than what happened with her ex.”

Eddie mournfully sighed, before he continued to speak, “It would be easier if she could break up with me-“

Suddenly, Eddie thought more about your plan. He closed up his lunchbox and grabbed it, before getting up from his seat. He was about to leave when Jason asked, “Hey! Where are you going?”

“I think I know how to get Zoe to break up with me,” Eddie told him, as he was about to run out of the woods, when Jason called out, “Wait Eddie!”

Eddie stopped and turned to Jason, who took out some cash, “You forgot something.” He told him.

“Thought you weren’t buying,” Eddie replied as he approached him.

“As we’re here, I might as well go through with it.”

Eddie opened his lunchbox as Jason asked for half an ounce.

As Eddie took out a bag of weed, he told him, “It’d be sixty bucks-“

“Sixty?! But you gave it to Chrissy for fifteen-“

“It’d be sixty bucks normally, but seeing that you took the time to tell me, I’m willing to give it to you for thirty bucks.”

Jason sighed, before telling him, “Okay.”

As they made the exchange, Jason told him, “If you tell anyone about me being genuinely nice to you, I’ll kick your ass.”

Eddie chuckled while closing his lunchbox, as he told him, “I like to see you try.”

As Eddie ran off, Jason put the bag in his rucksack.

As he got up and grabbed his rucksack, he said, “Good luck.”

Next

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[charthanry]

You're telling me I can just ASK and you'll deliver long posts for me? YES PLEASE!

Throughout the series we see Pat taking much of the initiative to be intimate. But can we talk about the times when Pran does and what might have motivated it? Would love your thoughts on it 😍

For example, when Korn is outside the dorm room and just seconds earlier Pran had been doing attempts (perhaps weak but still attempts) on getting Pat away from him so there would be not cheaky business, but ends up giving him a kiss before releasing him to open the door.

HA! I will always try to answer asks in a thoughtful and thorough way. And knowing me, it will inevitably be long too. It can't be helped.

You're right that Pat oftentimes initiates the touching. I think that's just who Pat is, he's very tactile and shows his affection with touch. We see it in the way he ruffles Pran's hair, how he pokes at his dimples, and all the countless chin boops. And GOD, this was before they were even officially together. Pran really had no armor against the whirlwind that is a touchy Pat.

But then we have Pran who is more thoughtful, and dare I say, selective with his touches. So, when he does initiate intimacy with Pat, we know there is meaning and thought behind it. Some extra 🥵🔥 moments that come to mind:

In the changing printer head scene, Pran tells Pat while batting his eyelashes and giving him his simpiest doe eyes, that he wants Pat to do it for him, and can’t he? This is peak-daddy Pran. I half expected him to start purring in Pat’s ear.

It’s more of the same in the following scene with Pran hovering that spoonful of special curry over Pat’s mouth, teasing him. How Pat didn’t give in right then and there, we’ll never know.

In the oishi bottle sponge bath scene, Pran pushes Pat onto his back and just hovers over him, like he’s now the spoonful of curry daring Pat to taste him. Pran knows what he’s doing to Pat. Oh, the evil bastard KNOWS.

Wrapping his arms around Pat for that ketchup kiss. I fully believe that if it weren’t for the small kitchen fire, things would have progressed naturally between them, messy condiments, and all. So, really, Pat only has himself to blame for the c*ckblocking here. Pfft.

Pulling Pat in by the neck and stating it was his turn to kiss him while at the beach. The intense look they share, they both know where it’s leading.

To mind-blowing sex that’s reduced Pat to a puddle of arms and legs that can’t move is where it’s led. And Pran is just all, was it good for you? How would you rate me out of 10 like the BOSS that he is.

Being the big spoon and kissing Pat’s forehead after a night of sexy times. He’s so tender with Pat here and it’s romantic as all get out.

Heavily implying that Pat needs to feed him (sex) because it’s been a year and he’s a starved man. And then deciding to feed him actual food so that he can go all night long. Oh, Pran... you insatiable rascal.

Puts Pat in a head and bodylock demanding to be called “baby” before racing off to star in a porno.

Climbing ALL OVER Pat in said porno.

Telling Pat not to fight him on this. PRAN WINS AT THE GAME OF SEDUCTION PEOPLE. Just give him the crown now.

So, while Pat is definitely more handsy with the initiation of intimacy, Pran isn’t some shy ingenue either. He doesn’t just lie there and take it, or worse act like he doesn’t want it. He fully participates and is often raring to go just as much as Pat. The attraction is definitely mutual. Pran may be a little more reserved considering he’s wanted this, wanted Pat, for so long that it sometimes takes him a moment to catch up and fully realize that he HAS HIM, forever if he wants him. 

And I LOVE that Pran probably wakes up every morning for the rest of their lives, looks over at Pat next to him in awe that he got his man. I hope this feeling never goes away for him. And then he rolls over and SHOWS him EXACTLY where he wants him now that he has him. 😳🙈

Also, we know Pran has some otherwordly powers if he’s reduced Pat to withstanding only five-minutes. Pfft. Poor Pat will never live that down.

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Sag Bodylock ➡️ Leg Assisted Americana ➡️ Wrench For Leverage.

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BodyLocker? Could you come up with a more morbid name for your fucking homeless shelter??

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Amir Albazi subs Francisco Figueiredo via RNC in 1st!

Albazi making a statement. Getting Francisco down with the bodylock trips. Was really throwing heat early in the round. Figueiredo did great getting back to his feet but Albazi was able to get back to the clinch almost immediately and took Francisco down off the fence. Figs went for a leg lock, got his back taken and the RNC locked on him. Quick tap. Albazi now 3-0 with two finishes in the UFC.