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n0rmal-cat · 26 days ago

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Hi!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Can we have the beach episode with the aliens? Pretty please? 🥹 👉👈

Also, I love all your stories, keep it up and good luck in everything you do!😘

Aliens x reader- beach fun and not so fun

[looking for weird things is better then swimming- reader]

[also thank you thank you!!❤️]

Readers chilling playing on the alien phone they were given on their bed of choice.

They suddenly get picked up into the air unprompted “wahh!” They look behind them, seeing the grinning face of watermelon.

“Do you know what time it is?!” He asked in excitement

“No?…lunch?” They ask

“Ah wrong idiot it’s beach time” he pointed a finger in reader face

“Don’t call them an idiot” garden yelled passing by the door, not angrily though.

“They have the beach in space?”

“ ‘They have the beach in space’ of course we have the beach!” He mocked

Reader grunts and jumps away from his hold, they follow garden outside the room.

“Why is watermelon being an asshole?” they ask garden as they pack a bag labeled human essentials.

They sigh “because they love the beach and get a little jittery whenever we go, he doesn’t mean to be rude and if he is just tell him that’s not beach etiquette”

“And he just follows that?”

“I’ve been married to him longer than you’ve been alive, I know how his brain works” they pull a black diving suit.

“Now put this on”

Reader rolls their eyes but starts to put in on “oh it actually fits pretty well, I expect it to be a lot tighter”

They look around checking themselves out ��but why this and not a regular swimsuit?”

Garden touches the middle of reader's chest, a helmet immediately sprouting over their head “cool!”

“It’s specifically designed for humans, you don’t need to worry about knowing how to swim because it has a built in diving mode, that along with all of our data inside in case you ever get lost other will know who to bring you back to”

“I can just tell them?”

They look at reader with a look of empathy “honey people aren’t gonna understand the names garden and watermelon” they pat reader head

“Forget conversation, let's go!” Watermelon screamed

“Hold on, don't jump out of the ship before I land!” They run to go get him.

As soon as garden lands the ship, watermelon is the first to get out and run towards the water, or what looked like water anyway.

Garden gave them sunglasses and a hat, “you should hold my hand the beach is pretty long”

“Ok” reader blushes in embarrassment as they take garden hand.

The two walk down the pier “so why does he like the beach so much”

“Oh you know, long story” they smile and wave reader off

Reader pauses “you two are weird”

There were a few other humans at the beach so they could see why they needed to wear the suit.

They helped garden set up the towel and umbrella before sitting down with them.

“So what do you want to do now”

“Are their fish here? or anything in the water really?”

They laugh and pull out a book “I knew you would say that, so I pack you this book on all the little critters that live here”

They flipped open the book and looked over some of the pages “whoa, a fish that can grown and retract legs when in danger, a crab with paws to help them dig better, and a seagull with glow in the dark feathers!” They take another look at garden “am I in heaven!?”

“I hope not, now what first?” They ask

“Water stuff first!” They point towards the sea.

Garden gets up and starts to make their way to the shore line with reader, crouching down reader by their side.

“So what are we looking for then?” They smile

“Hm, what season is it?”

“It would be this planet equivalent to summer on earth”

“Ok good” they said happily

“According to the book it says that we can find bottle mimics stuck in the shoreline” they point to a picture of a map in a bottle.

“It says that bottle mimics have a map inside and the only way to get it out is if you leave it out in the sun”

“Well let’s find you one then”

Reader nods and starts to dig around, after about half an hour reader finally pulls out a clean bottle with a paper inside.

“I found one!”

“Well would you look at that, must be proud of yourself huh?”

“Hell yeah I am, now I’m gonna take it back to the ship and study it so I can make a re-“

“Guyysss” watermelon emerges from the water soaking wet looking a little more red than usual, he shakes off and looks over the two of them “hey you brought me a drink how nice” he takes the bottle from reader and breaks the top off.

Reader lets out a loud gasp as their hands go to their mouth “m-my”

“Why would you do that! Do you know how hard they worked for that”

Reader puts their head down and walks back to their towel sadly.

“It’s just a dink, why am i being yelled at?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Garden shakes their head “it wasn’t a drink, it was a mimic that they spent half an hour looking for, they wanted to bring it home with them” they explained

“And I killed it didn’t I?…”

“Pretty much”

“Well I did this I’ll go talk to them” he ran up to the umbrella in a hurry.

Reader sits their knees to true chest, “hey buddy-“

“Don’t call me that” they glared at him

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was something that you wanted it honestly looked like a drink” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Reader kisses their teeth in response.

“Oh come on there's got to be something else you want let me see that book”

“Hey!” He took it from their arms, he flipped through a few pages before landing on one.

“Look we’ll find this one, I see them all the time in the water”

“Fine…” reader stood up and wiped their face.

He took them to the water passing garden as they went, “going back to the water?”

“Going to look for creatures for them”

Garden gives him a quick kiss “alright I’m going to get my board, see you two later” they walked away.

He turns back to reader with a smile “right then! Why don’t you take my hair and hold on, I’ll swim out for us”

He crouched down for them

“Whatever” reader took hold and watermelon started to walk into the water.

It was quite as they felt themselves being submerged.

“I’m sorry I upset you reader”

“Mhm”

“Hey did garden tell you you why i like the beach so much” he asked

“No, why?” They were a little curious.

“It’s were they asked me to marry them, I just get so excited coming back to one. sometimes i become a big asshole and I'm sorry about that"

That made sense he was always an idiot when it came to love.

“Oh..”

He stop and just stays there

“This is probably far out enough, now all we have to do is wait”

He took reader off their back and laid down in the water, sitting them on his chest.

“Why wait?”

“Because what we’re looking for will turn up soon” he closed his eyes

“So is this all you do, lay in the water and do nothing”

He laughs “I’m not doing nothing, I’m hunting”

“Hunting, this is hunting?” Reader crossed their arms.

“Just give it a few minutes will you?”

They let out a huff but do as they’re told.

A few minutes pass with nothing happening “ok your times up nothings happening”

He moves up, knocking them over into the water.

“Agh!” The suit helps them stay afloat

Watermelon takes a handful of his hair and holds it up to them.

“I’d say that’s about twelve fish right there” he smirks

“That’s…that’s incredible a species that hunts not with their hands or feet but with hair” they put a hand out to take a single fish out of his hair.

it was very shiny and cartoonish.

“Pretty cool right? I used to go fishing all the time when I was younger”

Reader nods “I think i found what I want to study”

“Really which one”

“I can’t tell you that would ruin it all”

They pick reader back up again “whatever you say”

It had been far longer that they were there then reader had thought, hell it was already starting to darken.

“So where's garden”

“My guess? Getting their shoulder popped back into place”

“Huh…”

“Yeah they always take surfing way too seriously and end up hurt in a some way, never got one scratch in battle but broke both arms twice and four separate times”

“Both of you need help” they thought about it “or don’t I’d like to see what other shit you guys do”

#gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #gender neutral y/n #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #gn y/n #alien yan #alien x reader #alien x human #alien couple

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muletia · 2 months ago

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still fragging GUSHING over your naga stuff omgggg I am officially insane for those two moronsexual 30 ft long noodles (the longest recorded snake that isn't extinct is like... 32.5 ft long?? I think?).........

also your Megaxolotl is so peak and my love bite kink is going WILD

yep another kink ^v^

So I was wondering-

What about Soundwave!Naga?

You got anything for him?

Sorry but he's my fav (in G1 mostly but still I like the silence from TFP UvU)

Like UGHGGHHGHGHG-

sorry if I'm annoying

snake fangs + love bites = my face hurting cuz I'm smiling too much at horni stuf

- 💿 ^v^

Okay, sorry for making you wait a couple days, but I’m gonna try to cook something. Very generic headcanons below:

Following G1 lore, Soundwave is Megatron’s most loyal subordinate, but since we’re dealing with snakes living in the middle of nowhere in a jungle, we can just turn him into a spy instead of a communications officer.

At first, he has absolutely zero interest in you, since you’re not relevant to their cause (the ongoing conflict with the Autobots over dwindling territory). Just a regular human caught in the middle of a war. He’s sure his Lord will kill you at the first opportunity but when it turns out you’ve got a good connection with the Autobots, Megatron decides to use you as a mole. Intel on the enemy pack for extra data about their species. Though, this would only work if the reader is a moron, otherwise the Autobots would catch on right away that something’s off.

Soundwave only starts to show you a shred of respect once you manage to impress Megatron. In fact, that’s when he finally acknowledges your existence. He starts talking to you instead of ignoring you like before. And if he notices you getting along well with his cassettes (in this case, a black jaguar, a harpy, and two mini nagas), he’ll definitely find a soft spot for you faster.

Catching sight of you tending to Ravage after he returns to his father wounded is definitely going to melt Soundwave’s cold-blooded reptilian heart and shift his view of you from “useful human” to “potential mate?” But before any actual romantic feelings take root, you’ll spend hours together caring for the cassettes and bonding.

He’s absolutely going to stalk you. You tell him you have to say goodbye because you’re heading back to the Autobots, and that’s when he realizes he doesn’t want you to leave. He debates just curling his tail around you and keeping you there so you can play happy family forever (the cassettes have zero objections, in fact, they’re very much in favor), but in the end, he lets you go.

Then he follows you, hidden among the trees, watching for potential threats. When you stop on the trail to squint at a bird and cup your hands into fake binoculars, loudly complaining that your binoculars aren’t working, Soundwave gets the most intense boner of his life (because we are making him a moronsexual too)

#be silly #soundwave x reader #naga soundwave #naga au #💿 anon

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beardedmrbean · 22 days ago

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A recall has been issued for thousands of cases of Dr Pepper Zero Sugar that were mislabeled and contained the full-sugar product, according to the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA).

The products were distributed to retailers in Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina.

Newsweek contacted Keurig Dr Pepper, which owns the product in the United States, and PepsiCo, which bottled the beverages, for comment via email outside of regular working hours.

Why It Matters

This mislabeling poses potential health risks to consumers, particularly for individuals managing conditions like diabetes or those monitoring their sugar intake

The FDA has issued a Class II risk classification for the recall, indicating that the consumption of the mislabeled products may cause temporary or medically reversible adverse health consequences.

What To Know

The FDA said the company-initiated recall affects 19,203 cases of Dr Pepper Zero Sugar 12-fluid ounce cans, sold in 12-pack and 24-pack cartons.

The affected cans were produced at a Pepsi bottling facility in Jacksonville, Florida, which is licensed to manufacture Keurig Dr Pepper products, according to the FDA.

The affected products have the product code XXXXRS05165, and a best-by date of February 16, 2026.

The recall was initiated on May 23, 2025, and the FDA classified it as a Class II recall on June 5, 2025.

A can of regular Dr Pepper contains 39 grams of sugar, while the Zero Sugar version has zero grams, but contains the artificial sweeteners aspartame and acesulfame potassium.

There were 241 FDA food and beverage recalls in 2024, which was an increase of eight percent from the previous year, according to a report published by the nonprofit Public Interest Research Group.

Undeclared allergens or ingredients was the single biggest cause for recalls that year.

Last year, Dr Pepper tied with Pepsi to become the second most popular soda in the U.S. after Coca Cola, according to data from Beverage Digest.

What Happens Next

The FDA and Dr Pepper are working to ensure that all affected products are removed from store shelves promptly.

Consumers in the affected states should remain vigilant and check their purchases to ensure they have not bought the mislabeled product.

#nunyas news

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wenumsmol · 1 year ago

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Alpha!Choso x Omega!Fem!Reader. A/B/O AU. No Jujutsu Sorcery. No cursed energy. TW: Depression, PTSD, Agoraphobia, Panic Attack, Drug use (reader), reader has a drug dependency, implied past abuse, stalking(?). 4.9k wc. Minors do not interact.

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Chapter 1 - Data Drop: Unanticipated

You sit in the corner of the dimly lit internet cafe, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the worn-out keyboard. The soft glow of the monitor casts a faint light on your face, highlighting the heavy eyeliner and dark lipstick that have become your armor against the world. Oversized flannel drapes over your frame, offering a semblance of comfort. The cafe is buzzing with low conversations and the hum of computers, a backdrop to your spiraling thoughts. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and the faint whiff of something burnt—an unmistakable aroma that clings to the cracked vinyl seats and sticky tables.

Today is one of those days when just getting out of bed felt like a monumental effort. Depression is a bitch with the way it’s got your mind in a constant fog, making it so much harder to function on the most basic of levels. Being an omega without a pack has been taking its toll on you for quite some time. Posing as a beta is even harder since you’re more sensitive to pheromones than other omegas you’ve met. It makes it harder to get an ordinary job, and blending in is a nightmare. Working from home is the only option for you if you want to stay out of sight and out of mind. So you stay holed up in your apartment doing freelance work online and staying away from people as much as possible. And for the most part, it works.

In your mind, being alone gives you more freedom. No one to tell you what to do, no one to answer to. But it’s lonely, too. The ache in your chest never quite goes away, and you’re constantly on edge, hyper aware of your vulnerability as a single omega. Add that to the shitty self esteem issues and general feelings of worthlessness that come along with having been rejected by your previous pack, and you’ve got yourself quite a combination.

You’re used to it, though, and you’ve got your coping mechanisms. Whether they’re healthy or not is beside the point because surviving is surviving. ‘This is the way,’ you think, mocking the Mandalorian mantra as you sift through your emails. It’s a mundane task but it helps keep the worst of your thoughts at bay, among all the other shit you get up to on the internet. When a message from Naoya catches your eye—a reminder of the package that should have been delivered today, your eyes temporarily widen. It’s about fucking time you heard something from the bastard. You click open the message:

Naoya: got a present on the way. keep ur eyes peeled.

Your fingers hover over the keys before you reply:

You: ain't home right now.

Naoya: what u mean? where r u?

You: out.

Naoya: get your ass home then. this shits important

Naoya is a drug dealer. Yes... your drug dealer to be exact. You’ve been getting your supply from him for a few months now. Something to keep the edge off when your anxiety attacks become too much of a problem. It’s not like you can go to a doctor for it obviously. They’d sus out your omega status instantly, then you’d get an ankle monitor and regular visits from government employees who would dictate your lifestyle down to the most minute detail until an alpha selects you from a registry. Something you’ve been trying to avoid because you had enough of being someone’s property.

The whole process is gross and incredibly outdated, treating omegas as if they’re children needing guidance and protection. You’ve had firsthand experience with the kind of arrangement that could go horribly wrong, thanks to your parents — the very source of your traumatic past. Being in a pack is supposed to be a positive experience, but you couldn’t be more disgusted with the way Alphas take advantage of their authority over omegas, using them for sex, breeding, and other vile acts. You refuse to be trapped in a hell like that.

Out of desperation, you turned to the dark web and found an information broker, Dakusuta. They were a useful contact as they had connected you with a drug dealer who delivered with minimal social interaction. You preferred it that way–no reason to leave the comfort of your home. You paid, they provided. It had been going on for months, with you gradually stockpiling your supply and taking doses as needed. It was a convenient service, albeit morally questionable. But hey, what else would you do without it?

Naoya’s insistence strikes you as odd, though. What is he? Your fucking parole officer? If you miss a delivery, it’s usually no skin off his nose. You’ll get it when you get it. But today, he’s adamant. ‘Something’s up his ass.’ The thought nags at you, but you push it aside, focusing instead on the flickering screen in front of you.

This internet cafe is a couple blocks from home and it took you a lot of mental prep to step outside your door earlier. It took almost two hours of pacing in your genkan and staring at the doorknob before you could actually make it outside. It’s a necessity really. The social media brain rot helps to fight the parasites in you that tell you to do a cartwheel off a tall ledge every moment free of stimulation. Your dumpster posting combined with your regular work is the perfect distraction to keep your nerves in check while you tolerate being in a public space for as long as you can. Thanks to your WiFi being out, you didn’t have the option to stay inside your depression cave if you wanted access to the internet. Coping… All there is is coping.

Music thrums through your cheap noise-canceling headphones that help drown out any chatter of your public surroundings. The soundwaves of Twilight by bôa keep you calm, the soft tunes filling your ears and seeping out at a quiet volume beyond your personal session. “Your word and my word and her word is...Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.” You sing under your breath, nodding your head and bobbing it back and forth to the beat of the music.

As you open a new browser window to visit a message board and skim through recent posts you miss the way the guy sitting a distance away from you looks in your direction. He stares for minutes on end before he stands up, stretching his arms lazily, and he makes his way over to your table.

Your fingers move on their own accord, tapping out your feelings in a new post. Your only method of purging rather than confiding in someone who truly knows you. ‘Everyone’s fake anyway. It doesn’t matter,’ you always think, continuing to type away.

He’s a blur in your peripheral vision as he casually invades your carefully constructed bubble, taking a seat right next to you. The only way you sense his presence is a subtle shift in the air around you from his movements, the noise canceling on your headphones doing its job a little too well right now. Awareness makes your fingers fumble over the keys, a momentary pause in your activities.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to register the movement in your peripheral vision, and the sudden intrusion startles you. Your eyes flicker towards the stranger, brows pinched. You don’t remember seeing him sit down and you didn’t smell him coming, so he must be wearing scent blockers because he’s definitely not a beta. He’s far too big for that.

As much as you want to ignore him and stick to your decision to not interact with anyone on your outing, it’s not looking like a possibility. He’s an alpha after all and your damn omega instincts won’t just allow you to disobey any command for attention. Be it intentional or not, you can feel the pull of his alpha telling you “Look at me, Omega.”

‘Did he sniff me out?’

You have half a mind to tell him to fuck off but you can only see negative outcomes from that path of action; for one, any pushback could trigger him to assert dominance over you. It might not necessarily be the most likely thing to happen because you don’t know him or what kind of alpha he is but the truth remains that you know alphas well enough. Your best bet is to play it safe and not cause a scene.

You glance up at him, a non-committal question mark on your face, and he’s looking over at you expectantly. His lips are pursed like he’s waiting for some response from you, and you realize a little belatedly he said something to you. Your brow furrows ever-so-slightly in confusion while you hesitate for a second or two. When you finally pull your headphones off, he repeats his question.

“bôa, huh? Not bad…” He leans back in his chair, fingers twiddling the metal piece on his hoodie string. His eyes are trained on yours, noting the subtle tension in your body, the hesitation in your movements. He speaks slowly, words deliberate, giving you time to process them and respond. There is no aggression in his tone, and yet your defenses go up automatically.

“You like that kind of music?” he asks, gesturing towards the earphones now hanging around your neck.

“What?” you ask, dumbly, eyes blinking rapidly. Your heart rate picks up speed and you’re not sure if he’s too close or if it’s just your anxiety fucking with your depth perception. Heat rushes your skin and you feel the need to push back your chair to gain a little personal space. It screeches across the floor, and you wonder how long he’s been sitting there. How long has he been staring at you? ‘Is he…stalking…’ Your thoughts fragment, once focused and now reduced to a lag with jitters that feel like a thousand needles pricking your skin everywhere, all at once.

“Twilight, right? ‘Your feelings and mine are all holy and you give me an inner sanctity,’” he quotes the song playing faintly from your headphones, “My brother used to play that one a lot when we were kids.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees as he breaks eye contact to glance around the cafe. His nonchalant demeanor contrasts with the obvious tension radiating from you. You don’t like his confidence. It makes you feel that much more unsure of your next moves.

Despite the noise around you, it feels like you and the alpha are in your own domain, the other patrons fading into the background. “I don’t know many people who listen to that kind of stuff these days,” he continues, looking at you once more. “It’s good, though. Nostalgic, even.” It’s a beat before he speaks again, but his dark eyes remain fixed on you, assessing, measuring your reaction. “You seem a bit tense…”

You swallow thickly, trying to fight the rising panic in your chest. “Sorry, I just...I’m—”

“Waitin’ for a package?” He cuts you off, glancing down at your phone that lies face up on the table between you. The screen still shows the DM chain you had been looking at. His tone is casual, almost friendly with a hint of amusement in his voice when he adds, “Must be somethin’ real important if you’re checkin’ your messages every five minutes, huh?”

Your eyes follow his line of sight, your anxiety momentarily forgotten. “How’d you...?” You sputter out a few half-formed sentences before trailing off. The ‘who, what, when, where and how’ of the matter are a whirlwind of thoughts assaulting your brain as you shake your head slightly. Your palms sweat at the idea that he might be a cop. ‘This… is bad.’

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your eyes dart around the cafe, trying to see if anyone else is watching you. No one seems to be paying any attention to you two, but you can’t be too careful. ‘If he’s a cop then he’s probably not alone.’ No one seems to stand out but what the fuck do you know? This isn’t your area of expertise. If anything, nevermind not being the big fish to catch in any drug operation or whatever shady people call it. You’re a tadpole in the mix. No, you’re algae. It’s not your world and you’re just on the outside looking in. You’re just self medicating, not involved in the business.

For the first time since he sat down next to you, you take a good look at him. Eyes scanning over his black acid wash jeans and a black hoodie with the words ‘Truth. In. Every. Byte.’ written in bold green lettering across the front. A black leather jacket and a crossbody messenger bag complete his attire. He doesn’t look like what you assume a narc would fucking look like. Nothing like an undercover cop you’d seen on TV. Your eyes find their way back up to his face, taking in a stunning combination of soft and angular features: a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, and a striking black line slashing across his nose which could either be makeup or a tattoo. His lengthy black hair is gathered into two messy buns, with unruly strands spiking out every which way and middle parted bangs tucked behind his ears. The sight of his sly smile on his lips steals your attention, the hint of a canine pricking their plushness.

‘Oh, that’s dangerous.’ You think, unable to tear your eyes away from him. The alpha is attractive. That much you can tell. It’s not like you to get caught up in the attractiveness of random strangers, but then again, you’re not usually subjected to such intense scrutiny. Let alone an alpha aura like his. Encounters aren’t that common an occurrence either and for good reason.

He notices the way your eyes rake over him, his smile widening faintly at the attention. Most omegas don’t pay him a second look—the piercings, the tattoos, the unconventional fashion sense—but you’re different. Your gaze is different. There’s curiosity there, a flicker of attraction in your eyes, but also something else. Fear. It’s subtle, but he catches it all the same. He likes that a little bit. It makes for a good chase.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I ain’t here to cause you any trouble,” the alpha says, noticing the way you tense up even further when he calls you that pet name.

Your reaction to his endearment doesn’t surprise him. He can see the way your body stiffens, your muscles bunching up under your oversized clothes. He takes it all in, filing it away for later. “Relax,” he tells you, his expression a picture of calm. “I’m not gonna bite.” His eyes then roll to the side as he scoffs at his own choice of words and you don’t know if it’s self depreciation or arrogance at play.

‘Like hell he’s not gonna bite,’ you panic internally at the notion. Time dilates, each moment stretching out like taffy letting your anxiety build. Tremors rush through your body, graduating from a subtle shake to an intense quaking. The world around you blurs with a suffocating weight bearing down—

He watches you as you spiral internally. It’s like watching a trainwreck in motion, unable to look away. Despite your trembling frame, you’re holding yourself together surprisingly well. Your teeth beginning to chatter is the only giveaway of the turmoil going on inside your head. Anxiety, he guesses, recognizing the symptoms. He’s seen it before, in himself even. And he only waits, hoping that just like you seemed to contain yourself for as long as you could, you’d recover the same way.

“Hey, hey. Calm down,” he tries, his voice just above a whisper. He notices that you're bordering on a panicked state, and he’s quick to try and ease you out of it, not wanting you to suddenly drop on him.. He extends a hand towards you, slowly and carefully, intending to touch your shoulder but stopping just short of actually making contact.

He lets out a soft sigh. “You need to calm down.” He says, his voice firm and authoritative as he leans in close, his eyes locking on yours. “Breathe.”

And you feel the gentle alpha command deep within your chest, right next to what always feels like a bundle of bees wreaking havoc on your nervous system. His proximity to you is overwhelming, the smell of Oakmoss and violet from his leather jacket filling your nostrils. His eyes bore into yours, demanding your attention. ‘Breathe,’ he said, and you try to, you really do.

You desperately try to inhale, needing more of his alpha scent, but your breath keeps catching in your throat because of how faint it is. The rising panic overwhelms its effects, making you exhale raggedly while your lungs work overtime. A numbness spreads through your lips and you wish he would remove the scent blocking patches from his neck.

After a moment of no change, he swiftly retrieves a small tin from your bag and gives it a shake, confirming the sound of pills clinking inside. Then, he grabs a water bottle from his own bag to set on the table before popping open the tin. With gentle precision, he carefully fingers a small tablet and brings it to your lips. “Open,” another command, his voice soft but firm.

You blink, too focused on your labored breathing to register what he’s doing until you feel the cool surface of the pill against your lips. Confusion and a hint of fear flash through your eyes as you stare at him, but he doesn’t look away. ‘Open,’ he said, and your mouth parts almost involuntarily, the pill sliding in. Your throat feels dry as sandpaper, and swallowing is difficult. He notices that too, and within seconds, a water bottle is uncapped.

With a steady grip, he holds the water bottle against your parted lips. His eyes dart from your face to the bottle, watching you take small sips. “Now, swallow,” he says, a hint of approval seeping through his voice. “Good girl.”

The cool and soothing water slides down your parched throat, but it does little to ease the tightness in your chest. He’s still there, still hovering close to you, his dark gaze never wavering. The whole thing feels oddly intimate, his presence fighting against the wave of anxiety threatening to drown you. It’s a support that you’ve never had before and you cling to it.

The alpha lowers the water bottle, his hand resting firmly against your trembling arm. His thumb brushes gentle reassuring circles against your skin with unexpected tenderness. “Better?” he asks, his voice still quiet and smooth. Soothing.

You nod, not trusting your voice to speak. You’re acutely aware of his touch, of the way his fingers feel against your skin. You reflexively swallow, trying to clear the lump that’s lodged in your throat. As your mind clears you consider the variables. This alpha approached you knowing things about you that he shouldn’t; The package arriving at your place soon and the tin of pills stashed in your bag. He’s not a cop because if he was then why would he give you a dose and not arrest you?

“Who are you?” You ask, your voice barely above a raspy whisper. Your dilated eyes bore into his. Curiosity fights with caution in your expression as you wait for his answer.

He smiles faintly, responding slowly. “Names are just words,” he murmurs, his low voice deep and resonant. Delivering his words with a sense of resignation, as if he's simply stating facts rather than engaging with the conversation.

‘Fuck you.’

“Don’t Bullshit me,” you reply immediately, your voice stronger than before. Starting to feel better after his intervention has some of your usual confidence—long absent due to your depressive state— returning. “I want to know who you are and what you want from me.” The drug is kicking in, making your mind move slowly but it’s helping you focus your faster than usual thought process to a decipherable speed. Yeah this fucker’s stalking you for sure. And it could be paranoia. It very well could be, but nobody knows about your little habit. There’s no one that could know..

He looks at you with a playful smirk and says, “Careful now. That’s not how you say ‘thank you,’ is it?” His tone is lighthearted, but there’s a hint of a warning in there too. He lifts one of his pierced brows, giving you a sarcastic look.

You falter slightly at his comment, realizing he’s right. You do owe him a thank you, but you’re not in a place to offer it, so you keep your mouth shut.

He shakes his head with a low chuckle, sensing your turmoil. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” He releases the grip on your arm and leans back, the chair creaking under his weight.

“I’m just someone who’s lookin’ out for you. Whether you realize it or not, I’m not here to hurt you,” he continues. “There is someone closer to you that does want to hurt you though. Your fairy godfather Naoya’s got you tangled up in some shit that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. But…” he pauses, his thumb worrying his lower lip. “I’m here to offer you a little help…if you want it. You’ll have to follow my lead, though. Do exactly as I say, when I say it. Got it?”

Some goddamn nerve. “What the fuck are you talking about? What’s this about Naoya?” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady. You’re aware that you’re pushing your luck with the way you’re speaking to him but you can’t stop yourself. You don’t like being kept in the dark.

He shrugs, unphased by your hostility. If anything, he finds it amusing. He doesn’t mind that you seem to be a bit of a spitfire. In fact, he finds it kind of cute. Even more so because it reminds him of himself. He sighs softly, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion.

Your eyes narrow as you observe him. ‘I set aside being a chickenshit to come out here. I came out of hiding for some fucking WiFi of all things.’ You’re berating yourself internally. You glance toward the tin of magic in your bag, fingers itching to reach for it. The cafe’s din recedes into the background, and all you hear is the echo of your own ragged breathing. ‘One more… Maybe one more.’

He notices your eyes flick toward your stash and snatches it from your bag, moving it out of your reach. His movements are so quick that they're almost a blur, and the tin disappears into his pocket before you can even protest.

“Oh, none of that shit, focus,” he warns, his voice low and sharp as he snaps his dexterous fingers twice for your attention. The daring look on his face, a silent reprimand for your attempt to seek solace in a pill. He knows that look you give him in return. He’s seen it before. The temptation to bury reality in a haze of oblivion. He knows how easy it is to slip down that rabbit hole and how treacherous the climb back up is.

His face darkens, slight frustration carving deep lines into his features. His words are an insistent prod reminding you that you’re not sitting here alone. “Anyway, Naoya’s pure shit up an infant’s back on a hot day, if you know what I mean. Been keeping tabs on him, and guess what? He’s been skimming off the top of his family’s shipments and using your address for his little drop-offs—not that you’d notice. He’s slick about it, too—someone else picks up his shit and leaves yours outside for you to find, so you’re none the wiser. Delivery confirmed. And now, he’s cooking up a scheme to throw you under the bus, while he waltzes away scot-free. That Xanax order you placed? Forget about it, it’s not happenin’—Don’t look so fuckin’ sad about it. He’s swapped it for a heap of something stronger, alright? It’s about to land on your doorstep with someone else’s name slapped on it. When Zenin’s men come knocking about their missing product, you'll be the one they find. Not Naoya. You’re just a pawn in this, sweetie. Sorry to tell ya.” He punctuates his revelation with a bitter laugh.

Your breath hitches, taking everything in and feeling sick to your stomach. You don’t even have a personal relationship with this man. It was all business and nothing more than that yet he chose to set you up. ‘Does he know I’m an omega—that I can’t do anything to stop this?’ The Zenins are a widely known criminal Organization here in Japan. You’ve seen them on the news time and time again with headlines and coverage about drug trafficking, omega trafficking, gambling, extortion, loan-sharking, and protection rackets. You name it and they’ve done it. These people are the real deal and if they get their hands on you, it doesn’t take much imagination to figure out which of those crimes will be applied. That’s if they don’t kill you. But who’d let an untouched omega go to waste? It’s like your life turned into a True Crime podcast overnight and you’re being forced to listen on the sidelines. “No… No I—”

The alpha’s eyes widen briefly when he sees the color drain from your face.

“I think I’m... gonna go home now.” If he couldn’t read lips he’d have no fucking idea what you just said because although your lips were moving, no sound was coming out. Not a peep.

His gaze sharpens as he sizes you up, clocking the tremors racking your body and the panic returning to your voice. “Nah, you’re not going anywhere,” he declares with finality, shaking his head.

“What’s the point?” you mumble.

“Not happenin’,” he snaps, his voice slicing through your haze of despair. “You’re in no state to handle this alone.” He breathes out through his nose, gaze softening slightly. A flicker of genuine concern breaks through his tough exterior. It’s clear that you’re overwhelmed and on the verge of shutting down. Having you out in the fray on your own is a no-go. His alpha won’t have it.

“Why do you even care?”

“Because from the looks of it, someone needs to care,” he retorts, his irritation tinged with a hint of desperation. “You’re not thinking straight, and you’re as stable as a house of cards in a hurricane. Trust me, going home isn’t gonna fix shit. Haven’t you been listenin’ baby girl?”

“Then what’s the alternative?” you ask, a touch of defiance sparking in your eyes.

His pupils constrict as he leans in close, his hand cupping your face with a grip that borders on possessive. His fingers splay wide, holding you in place as if he’s determined to imprint his words. “You’re not giving up,” his voice low, urgent. “And you’re damn sure not going anywhere alone. You’re coming with me.”

Your breathing picks up, a warmth swirling in your chest again from the magnetism of his alpha aura. Your omega whines at the back of your conscience, wanting, needing to go with him. You feel a flash of vulnerability that you've been keeping tightly locked away these past few years come to the surface. Your heart threatens to beat in a forbidden rhythm over this interaction and you hate it. You hate that you left your home. You hate Naoya and the info broker that set you up with that bastard in the first place. You hate that you like how his hand feels against your touch starved skin and his intense words you can’t make sense of. That barely there Oakmoss and violet blended scent hanging in the air between you.He’s being tender with you. Why? What is the actual fucking reason? It’s burning you up on the inside. You hate it and you love it and you want to go home.

“You stick with me. You do what I say. And, ideally, you stop popping pills like they’re goddamn breath mints,” he smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s something else there instead… longing? No, that’s bullshit.

“Why?” you challenge, meeting his gaze with fire in your eyes.

“Because I said so, Y/n,” he replies, his tone authoritative, concern etched into every line of his face.

You want to question the tone he’s taking with you further but all that is pushed aside at the mention of your name. Your eyebrows shoot up at the sound of it. “Who the FUCK are you?” you blurt out, voice cracking with disbelief. You’ve never seen this guy a day in your life and somehow he knows your name, your extracurriculars and the true crime clusterfuck you’re caught in.

His smirk fades into a serious expression, the lines around his mouth tightening. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” he says, his voice low and steady, trying to bridge the gap between the unknown and your growing panic. “But you need to trust me right now. There’s no time for any more explanations. We gotta get a move on.” His eyes dart around the cafe in quick assessment. “For the sake of your comfort, my name is Choso. But you might know me better as 'Dakusuta’.”

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spyroforlife · 1 year ago

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Minecraft needs to just bite the bullet and do what the mods/data packs are already doing and just let us collect any mob head

just. give us a chance of getting a mob head from literally anything. it shouldn't be connected to exploding the mob with a creeper either tbh, just make it a rare drop from regular kills like the wither skull. with increased chances corresponding to Looting but still rare idk

it would be. so fun. I'd love to use them as decorations and I love the inherent silliness of potentially getting like. a salmon head or a bee head or something. pls

#minecraft #mineblr

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sngl-led-auto-lights · 2 months ago

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If you forget your Tesla's headlights on overnight, will you be able to start it the next morning?

If you forget to turn off your Tesla’s headlights overnight, you will almost certainly still be able to start the car the next morning. Here’s why, broken down with technical insights and real-world data:

1. Low Power Consumption of LED Headlights Tesla uses LED headlights, which are highly energy-efficient compared to traditional halogen bulbs.

Power draw: Modern LED headlights consume 20–30 watts per light (40–60W total).

Overnight drain: Leaving them on for 10 hours would use 0.4–0.6 kWh of energy.

Battery impact: For a Tesla with a 75 kWh battery pack, this represents ~0.5–0.8% of total capacity—far from critical depletion.

2. Safeguards Against Complete Drain Tesla’s software includes automatic power management to prevent total battery depletion:

Auto-shutoff: If the main battery drops to a critically low level (typically below 5%), non-essential systems like headlights are automatically disabled to reserve power for driving.

Vampire drain mitigation: Systems like Sentry Mode and cabin overheat protection are bigger drains than headlights, but even these are capped to ~1% battery loss per day.

3. Real-World Scenarios Starting Charge Headlight Drain Next-Day Usability 80% (≈60 kWh usable) 0.6 kWh lost No issue – ample charge remains. 30% (≈22.5 kWh) 0.6 kWh lost Still starts – reserve power retained. 10% (≈7.5 kWh) 0.6 kWh lost Risk of entering "low power mode" but starting still possible.

4. Critical Edge Cases

Extreme cold: In sub-zero temperatures, battery capacity temporarily decreases. If parked at 15% charge, overnight headlight use plus cold effects might drop usable charge to <10%, triggering warnings but not immobilizing the car.

12V battery backup: Even if the main battery is critically low, Tesla’s 12V auxiliary battery (used to boot systems) is recharged by the main pack, ensuring startup capability.

5. Recommendations

Avoid parking below 20%: To eliminate risks, maintain a buffer charge when leaving the car unused.

Use scheduled charging: Plugging in overnight (even to a regular outlet) ensures the battery stays topped up.

Enable Energy Saving Mode: Reduces background power use (e.g., disabling climate preheating).

Bottom Line: Tesla’s design prioritizes resilience. Unless your battery was already near 0% when parked, overnight headlights won’t strand you. For peace of mind, use the Tesla app to remotely check battery status and turn off lights if needed.

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 2 months ago

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Hubble visits glittering cluster, capturing its ultraviolet light

As part of ESA/Hubble's 35th anniversary celebrations, the European Space Agency (ESA) shared new images that revisited stunning, previously released Hubble targets with the addition of the latest Hubble data and new processing techniques.

ESA/Hubble released new images of NGC 346, the Sombrero Galaxy, and the Eagle Nebula earlier in the month. Now they are revisiting the star cluster Messier 72 (M72).

M72 is a collection of stars, formally known as a globular cluster, located in the constellation Aquarius roughly 50,000 light-years from Earth. The intense gravitational attraction between the closely packed stars gives globular clusters their regular, spherical shape. There are roughly 150 known globular clusters associated with the Milky Way galaxy.

The striking variety in the color of the stars in this image of M72, particularly compared to the original image, results from the addition of ultraviolet observations to the previous visible-light data. The colors indicate groups of different types of stars.

Here, blue stars are those that were originally more massive and have reached hotter temperatures after burning through much of their hydrogen fuel; the bright red objects are lower-mass stars that have become red giants. Studying these different groups helps astronomers understand how globular clusters, and the galaxies they were born in, initially formed.

Pierre Méchain, a French astronomer and colleague of Charles Messier, discovered M72 in 1780. It was the first of five star clusters that Méchain would discover while assisting Messier. They recorded the cluster as the 72nd entry in Messier's famous collection of astronomical objects. It is also one of the most remote clusters in the catalog.

IMAGE: This NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope image features the globular cluster Messier 72 (M72). Credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, A. Sarajedini, G. Piotto, M. Libralato

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics #esa

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onemorekayaker · 3 months ago

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I've had a few folks ask me about creating a blog series on how I made the Premade Sim and Relationship Overhaul mod, and how they can do similar projects. This is the first of four or so blogs on the subject, starting at the beginning - creating new premade sims, including occults. Please note that these are intermediate level tutorials, and assume you are familiar with the basics of XML modding, Sims 4 Studio, and the Premade Household Tool.

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Creating New Premade Sims

The biggest tool in your arsenal of creating new premades is Denton47's Premade Household Tool, available here: https://modthesims.info/d/669907/ts4-premade-household-tool.html. It is a fantastic and very straightforward tool - you create your new premade sim (or make over an existing sim) in a save file, exit out of the game, and then open the tool and load the save, extracting the household. If this is an override of an existing household, you'd want to check a few boxes, if a new household, you don't need to. There are instructions on the actual mod page that are much more thorough so I'm just glossing over that here for the sake of time.

What you need to know is that, to add new premades, you need to assign them to a specific world either as a townie or as a resident of a specific lot. Assigning townies requires overriding a region description, and these overrides conflict*, so you will need to carefully consider what region you want to use. For example, my Aliens Reloaded mod uses Sixam to add townies in order to avoid conflicts, as Sixam is the aliens world. You can safely add multiple housed sims to the same region even with different mods/files, so long as they're assigned to different lots. If different households are assigned to the same lot, then generally only one will get successfully added. Please communicate to your mod users what region or lot you're using.

[*It may be possible to add townies to the same region via script injection - I am currently investigating this and will update this blog if I find a method.]

To ensure safety if someone does not own a pack, or if they disable a pack, please make sure to edit the group number of the world description and/or world file so it matches the pack the world is from - for example, Get to Work, or EP01, has a group number that ends in "03". The latest version of Sims4Studio will allow you to select the DLC in a dropdown and will automatically set the group number for you.

If you are making a special NPC or special NPCs, then to protect them from Neighborhood Stories and MCCC make sure to also set their household status to "Hidden" in the Premade Household Tool. You can edit this in the edit tab.

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Creating Two-Form Occult Premade Sims

Occult sims are a bit more complicated to create than regular premades - especially if they have two forms, like aliens, vampires, mermaids, and werewolves. First, make sure when you save your save file they are in their human form. It is important to extract their household data using the Premade Household Tool when they are in their human form or else the extraction will grab the wrong information and they will spawn incorrectly with missing data.

Second, these sims need a few additional steps. They need premade household templates and premade sim templates to be added to them, and you also need to separately extract their human and occult form SimInfo data from your tray files using Sims4Studio or another program (just make sure to save them to your library first).

To extract using Sims4Studio, go to "Content Management" -> "My Library", right click on the household you want and export to whatever folder you're using. You will see three files exported. Human, Occult, and Sim. You only need the Human and Occult files. You can safely delete the Sim file.

These two files (Human and Occult) must be imported into a package file, preferably with your premade household and premade sim templates. Since the instance numbers of these two files are the same, please change them before importing, as importing these files without changing the instances will result in only one file actually making it into S4S.

Here is an example of the editing you should do - paste the new unique instance between the exclamation points as shown. This should be a unique hash of some kind to prevent potential clashes:

The new SimData must be referenced in their premade sim templates like so:

Once that is done, you'll need to open the household data in the Premade Household Tool, navigate to the Edit Household section, and paste in the instance number for your sim's premade household template into the household section, then go to Sim -> Gameplay Data -> Premade Sim Template to add in the instance for their premade sim template.

Please note that this process only works for creating a premade occult sim. There is, as of the moment I'm writing this blog, no way to create an occult sim with a specific look from a tunable sim template. So if you want to make a special two-form occult NPC that has a specific in-game purpose, you will need three templates - the premade household and sim templates to add your sim of choice to a new save, and a tunable template that will create a randomly generated sim with the proper traits and skills in users' existing saves (or if your premade dies or is otherwise unavailable/invalid).

Spellcasters are not two-form occults and, if you are creating a premade spellcaster, then you do not need to do the extra step with the SimData. If you are creating one from a tunable template, just make sure to add their spellcaster trait so they are recognized as a spellcaster as it isn't possible to add occult simdata to a tunable sim template.

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Occult Sim Fixups

Keeping on the subject of occults, you will likely notice that some data does not survive the process of the sim getting turned into a premade. Things like occult rank, perks, and unlocks will need to be manually set through different types of fixups. Spellcasters specifically are a bit of a pain and require a special process, as NPC spellcasters are not coded in such a way that they can actually learn spells and fixups (adding in additional data to "fix up" a sim) can only happen when they are actually added to an active household.

For Vampires/Werewolves: these fixups are best done via loots. If you are using a script file to deliver relationship loots on new save start (like my Premade Sim and Relationship Overhaul mod does), then you can have your vampires or werewolves deliver these loot from themselves to themselves and set their appropriate rank and unlocks that way (I will share more on this process later). Alternatively, you can assign them a self-deleting trait. Trait -> loot on instance -> have the loot set rank, etc -> have the loot delete the trait so it won't fire the next time the sim instances in.

For Spellcasters: spellcasters are coded differently than other occults. The most important thing to know is that only spellcasters in households that have been played at least once can do magic and everyone else is just faking it. "But why do spellcaster premades, townies, and the sages have spells when I add them to my household?" you might ask. That's because the devs gave them hidden fixup traits. You will need to do the same with your premade spellcasters. This fixup trait should have your spellcaster's rank, unlocks, and spells specified on it, and will take effect when the sim is added to an active household and is no longer considered a NPC.

For examples of how these fixup traits are supposed to look/work, please see any of the simInfoFixup_Magic_Spells traits. You can check them through tools like the XML Extractor, the TDESC Browser, or directly in Sims4Studio.

You can add extra loot to make these self-deleting, but I have not bothered as users won't generally see these traits unless they're messing around with MCCC.

Mermaids and Aliens do not require fixups, as they do not have skill trees unless you are playing with mods. If you are playing modded, generally the abilities are added through hidden traits, and you should assign these through the standard Premade Household Tool process to avoid potential errors on new save start if someone disables a pack (I will expand more on this in a later blog). The premade Aliens Reloaded aliens generally use this method.

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Milestones Fixups

Milestones fixups follow a similar logic to spellcaster fixups. Without mods, premades, townies, and NPC sims that have never been played do not have any milestones. Existing Maxis premades have fixups on their premade sim templates that add these milestones when the sim becomes played. However, this does not work quite so well for our purposes, as users without Growing Together get errors on new save start if you try to add milestone fixups via a premade sim template - even using the group ID trick. At present, only Maxis/EA premades can use this method safely.

I'd recommend instead using a self-deleting trait to assign the milestones via a loot. The procedure is trait -> loot on instance -> milestones loot -> delete trait. You can add a test to the loot on instance to make sure it only runs if the sim is in a played household.

Make sure the trait and your initial loot have the group number for Growing Together (EP13 = 00000036). If you have a milestone that belongs to another DLC (not Growing Together) it should be chained inside of the Growing Together loot, using an action to deliver a second loot with your DLC-specific milestone. The second loot should have the group number specific to that pack. Please be very careful when assigning milestones, as they are very unsafe and may cause save issues for users. Test thoroughly!

The next blog in the series, "Setting Premade Sim Relationships" tackles the topic on setting relationships between different premade sims on new save start and have more on pack safety and chaining loots. Available here.

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huihuiheart · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2023 D5: In My Snare - Ateez - Choi Jongho

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Pairing: Choi Jongho x Afab! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Dystopian

Summary: In a dystopian world where you’re just a little bit of a klutz and Jongho is something of a jam addict, but somehow that’s the perfect mix for love.

Warnings: Hunting, implied violence, cursing, traps, injuries, blood (not in sex, from injuries), Jongho is snarky, unprotected sex, soft/slight dom/sub themes, manhandling, dirty talk (pretty much just praise though), oral (Reader receiving), overstimulation, marking.

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Things had always been perfect, or so they said. Manufactured perfection at the expense of living though, truly living for yourself, emotions free as you chose your life for yourself, especially who your life was for. Perfection however meant that not only could you not choose your home or job, but you couldn’t even choose the person you were to spend the rest of your life with. That’s what you came home to tonight. The government informing you that they had found the perfect match, a man you never even heard of, the perfect one for you. No doubt the perfect one to pop out a couple of children within the next few years whenever they so decided that for you as well, all the while pretending to be happy. That’s the moment when you knew you had had enough, but getting out wouldn’t be so easy. It was a task most spent months, years even planning and yet you did not have that kind of time. What you did have was hope, you had heard the stories of those who escaped and you believed them.

Any of the rumors had a few details in common and if you were going to have any kind of success that would be where you started. Your best bet would be to get out at night, avoiding the bright lights of the surveillance drones, and find a weak spot on the perimeter. That would be where your finance-to-be came in. You may not know much about Jeon Wonwoo, but the government’s little information package told you that the man worked in government tech. Hoping that you remembered enough to be able to sneak off the data you needed when you went to ‘meet’ the man in person the next day. After all that would be a simple in-and-out, introductions while the driver downloaded the latest information to be analyzed at home. A home that would be abandoned less than 24 hours later.

That truly did prove to be the easy part as your emotions came crashing down that evening making you second guess leaving behind all that you had ever known. Still, things were too fabricated here and with how your parents had raised you, you knew that they would never fault you for leaving to follow your heart. So you packed up what you needed, basics and a few sentiments you could never detach from, and slipped a simple letter to your parents in the box. Nothing that would get them into any trouble, and yet would still share enough that you knew they would get the general idea and off you were. It would be too dangerous to take your tech with you as that could be tracked and so you simply carried a journal in which you had penned all the vital information for your escape.

Slipping through the shadows of one alleyway after another where the regular patrols would never typically check and using that to make your way to the cracked border wall, checking your surroundings one last time before slipping through and crawling towards the other side. Stumbling out the other side as it drops about six inches into the darkness being met with soil beneath your palms. Something that was so rare just on the other side of the wall where you had come from. You’re not sure what could have prepared you for what you were now surrounded by. Trees in every direction but the one you had come, surely you were mistaken, or had the government lied about this too? Perhaps the earth wasn’t ruined beyond saving. At the very least it cheered you up quite a bit seeing as how you finally got to take in all the nature you spent your life dreaming was a reality.

You adjusted your backpack once more and off you went, trusting a simple flashlight to show you enough to keep you out of danger. Still, you were somewhat blind now that you were out. Where were you going? And once you got there what would you do to survive? Those thoughts served to be a distraction enough that you missed the haphazardly hidden rope, stepping right into the snare that swiftly pulled up and dragged you along with it. Your body swinging back as you yelped, a hiss following quickly after as your head hit the truck of the tree, sending stars dancing through your vision as a soft jingle sounded through the trees. The sound seemingly followed your direction as you squirmed attempting to get loose, getting more frantic as you heard a soft snap of branches from something moving towards you.

“I’d stop doing that if I were you. It only makes the rope even tighter. That paired with your weight on it and you’ll cut off circulation to your foot and that would be bad.” A man’s voice sounds from the dark, only when he picks up your flashlight do you finally catch a glimpse of him. Looking a perfect mix of angelic and dangerous between his soft face and sharp gaze, that and the built form he had told you he could do damage if he wanted to. “You managed to get yourself up there really bad, didn’t you?”

“Are you going to help me down?” You decide to ask, though you had stopped trying to squirm out at the information he gave you, hoping to save your poor foot.

The man sighs softly, glancing away before looking back this time with his gaze softened some, “Oh stop whining, I’ll help you out. I’m just sulking over the loss of a perfectly good trap.”

Your blood runs cold at his confession, looking at him wide-eyed, “This-This is yours?”

“Well yeah. Don’t tell me you think we’re the only things in these woods? They’re good for food and protection.” He informs you, moving to analyze your situation better before starting to slip off your backpack, “Here give me this, and then once we set it down it’ll be easier to get you down afterward.”

“Protection? From what?” Your questions make the man scoff as he guides your arms around his neck, pulling out a knife and reaching up to cut the taunt rope that held you up. Making you let out another yelp as your body drops now, even with him there to catch you without hesitation.

“Geez you’re acting like this is your first day out of the city.” He mumbles under your breath only it’s enough to put you on the spot looking at him like a deer in headlights until he tries to lower you to your feet only for you to whimper and almost fall when your ankle refuses to hold weight.

“Yeah… there’s a reason for that.” You chuckle nervously as he picks you back up, along with your things, and starts walking off somewhere.

“Well fuck me…aren’t I just all kinda of lucky today?” He shakes his head, “Welp…we’ve all had a first day. You’re just lucky I’m who you ran into with your clumsy nature.”

It flustered you some, how he teases you as you tried to stutter out a response, “Hey I was doing good until your trap!”

“Trust me… with how loud you are you’re lucky you came into my trap. Between the predators out here and the machines they send out here to look for any escapees you would have been caught by something before morning.” His words despite teasing are enough to quiet you as you realize just how bad things could have gone for you had things been different right now.

Jongho helps you into his simple home built into the side of a little hill, settling you in a chair and putting your things down before moving around to gather some supplies to patch up your ankle and head.

“You can stay here as you get better, but I’m going to need you to do what you can to help out. Things out here aren’t like back in the city if you can’t keep up, you die. For now, though, I’ll get you some clean clothes and help you into bed, sleep until you can tomorrow, and then we’ll go from there. Alright?” He offers, before moving to get those clothes of his for you. Leaving you be to change despite the struggle that proved to be before helping you into bed.

“Wait! If I’m going to stay with you while I heal up, shouldn't I know your name at least?” You muster up enough courage to ask and it makes him smile as he chuckles a little, the light from the other room casting a pretty golden glow over his face.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair. My name is Jongho.” He answers, smile widening even further when you offer your name in return.

“Thank you for looking out for me Jongho, even if you had to give up a perfectly good trap to do so.” You joke slightly, yawning as the last of the adrenaline is replaced with fatigue that you begin to succumb to.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Sleep tight.” He offers before closing the door and leaving you surrounded by a comfortable dark silence that soon lulls you to sleep.

As the next few days passed by you found yourself finding Jongho’s snarky nature rather amusing as the two of you fell into a rhythm. Seeing as how you needed to heal up Jongho would go out checking the traps for something the two of you could eat as well as scavenging for city tech that could be recovered for use. While you stayed back at the house, doing your best to stay off your ankle while it recovered, though you were by no means bored. Jongho had shown you how to do various tasks as you sat, from things familiar such as cooking to tinkering to mending and more. There was no shortage of things to do when you had to be self-reliant instead of everything being accessible as it was in the city. You figured it was good though, getting this knowledge while you had the help of someone else instead of being overwhelmed trying to figure it all out alone had circumstances been different. Not that that was of any concern right now. Glancing up and out the window you noticed the way auburn started to cast a glow over everything letting you know the sun was beginning to set and that Jongho would be back before long. It was also your cue to check on the jam you had on the stove. With any luck it would soon be finished and out of your way in time to prepare dinner, plus it meant something yummy for breakfast the next day. While you were moving it off the stove you heard the door opening and the familiar thud of boots that signaled Jongho’s entrance.

“Hm, something smells good.” He hums as he makes his way to the kitchen, “ How are you feeling today?”

You smile a little at this little routine you two had set considering he was often gone to search as soon as the sun was up, “Better for sure. My ankle still doesn’t like the weight on it, but otherwise, it’s not so sore anymore, more of just stiff.”

Jongho nods, moving closer to gently brush some of your hair out of the way as he looks at where you hit your head, “This is looking better too, you can barely tell anymore. That’s good. You’ll be better before you even know it.”

“All thanks to you.” You chuckle, turning back to the stove in an attempt to hide the way his delicate touch always seemed to fluster you.

“Why don’t you step out of the kitchen for a little bit? I’ll let you know when I could use a hand, hm?” Jongho suggests the same way that he often did when he brought home something from a trap, knowing that your tender heart often didn’t handle it well. It was a way you had noticed that his own heart was soft even if his words and expressions didn’t blatantly say as much.

With a nod, you leave him to it as you go to look at the bits of tech he managed to find and clean them up a bit for whatever Jongho happened to have in mind. The more he brought back the more you realized you had left to learn if you were going to be alright on your own.

“What are you going to use all these for?” You decide to ask once your curiosity finally gets the better of you.

“Some of the pieces will help with the refrigeration unit I’m working on. The rest I’ll set aside for now. Anything I don’t need I take to a trade outpost every couple of months, a friend of mine there Wooyoung has a silver tongue and can talk anyone into a trade so he always has the best stuff and I’m the only one brave, or maybe stupid enough to take down some of the machines the city sends out to look for us, so he keeps the best stuff aside for when I bring him the best tech.” Jongho explains, “I’ll put where it’s at on the map I’m putting together for you. That way you’ll be able to find your way there and to me whenever you need, okay?”

“Alright, though I doubt I’ll have anything worth trading for a while I mean I’m not going to go after those machines like you do.” You pout a little without realizing it, but Jongho notices. He always does, even by just your voice and he curses how it tugs at his heartstrings.

“Trade your jam, I promise no one makes any like you do. You’ll win Wooyoung over in a heartbeat with it and Yeosang too, I bet he’d be willing to trade you any of his recipes for it. That or any of his balms that you could possibly need, though he’s such a softie he’d probably give you whatever you needed free, at the expense of your dignity when he judges you for whatever you need.” Jongho’s words make your cheeks burn again, but only for a second.

“Choi Jongho! You better not be sneaking my jam while it’s cooling again!” You scold, getting up to go towards the kitchen, even if his nervous chuckle lets you know that you’ve caught him red-handed.

By the time you were healed up completely nearly two months had passed and you and Jongho had become rather good friends. Jongho checked over the pack he had made for you one last time before doing the same with the map. Then he turns to you with a bittersweet smile, one you can’t even bring yourself to muster now that you’ll be on your way.

“The map should have everything up to four days' journey in any direction with relative accuracy on it, though I would prefer you stay closer rather than far. Don’t want you being a stranger after all. I also marked relative areas where my traps will be so you can avoid them or find them if you need some food. There are your clothes, some basic necessities, and a few days worth of food and water in there for you. I can’t think of anything else you would need. Just remember you’re always welcome to pop in okay? And be careful!” Jongho goes over everything with you before you fluster him by pulling him in for a rather tight hug.

“I know Jongho, and I really appreciate all you’ve done for me. I wish I could do more in return.” You tell him still refusing to let go yet as he hugs you back.

“It’s alright, just promise me first dibs on any batches of jam you make to trade.” He only half-jokes, though you both know you’ll easily agree to that for him.

When you finally pull away it takes all that you have not to tear up, knowing that you’d come back to see him anyway, so why was it so hard to leave now?

“You should be careful too, after all, you’re the reckless one. Try not to take so many unnecessary risks.” You try to scold, but it only makes him laugh a little at you.

“I make no promises except that I will do my best not to worry you until we see each other next.” His smile slips only a brief moment later, “As much as I hate to say it you should get going, you’ll want to get someplace safe by dark after all.”

You nod, making sure all your things are in place before leaving as you give one last glance back to him. Following the map you planned to make your way around to look at some of the old structures Jongho had marked on the map, noting that those would likely take less effort and skill to make into a nice safe home for yourself. Still, you wanted to see the options. Though none of the ones you would consider were more than a day’s journey from Jongho.

You followed the stream near his home for most of the day before getting to the first structure. Checking it out to ensure it was safe for the night before settling in a spot, you’d rest tonight and explore the structure and the area the next day to see what you were working with. With more light and energy.

The next day you were traveling much lighter. Walking around to observe the structure you noted that you were relatively lucky in picking this one. It is an old abandoned home. It was rather run down and needed work, but structurally sound and that was far more than you could do with your own skills. There was some area nearby that could be cleared relatively easily for you to grow the seeds you had packed and start up a little garden and this structure would no doubt have storage spaces for preserving such things as you grew them. Plus the stream being nearby was certainly an upside. Still, you wanted to go out a little farther just in case things appeared too good to be true and you got yourself stuck in a bad spot. So out you wander, until the sun begins to set and you decide it is time to return back to the home.

Perhaps you didn’t need to consider all the options, after all this house was as close to a dream as you were likely to get all things considered, and a little farther from the city meant fewer chances of machines making it this far out. So one less thing to brave out here on your own. That night was unlike the first on your own though, less exhaustion meant more time in your thoughts alone instead of joking near the stove late into the evening with Jongho. It was only two days and already you missed him more than you could have expected to.

The next day you set to work, settling your belongings into the most protected room on the lower level, that would be the best option for your bedroom after all. Then going out to begin searching for food, then once you’d accomplished that you would return to start clearing an area for your seeds. Food was a bigger priority at the moment so you’d like to start growing them as soon as you could.

After struggling to find some you remembered, roughly splitting the difference between where you were and where Jongho was would get you to some dispersed wild vegetables you and Jongho had gone to collect a few times. It was mostly greens you would find there, sure, but the other occasional ones were especially tempting, especially since you had plenty of dried meat from Jongho for now. The problem in going there without the map, however, lay not in finding your way since you had remembered with enough accuracy, it was in that you didn’t know where Jongho’s traps were. Not the ones this far out anyway, and so you found yourself in a situation not that unlike the one you found yourself in that first night out here.

Jongho laughs a little as he walks up to find that it’s you there, “Not even a week, and here you are again. I’m sensing a pattern.”

When you whine his name he giggles coming over to help you down, even if he can’t help but tease you a little more as he does, “Okay okay, you pulled the right strings I’ll help you out.”

When he gets you down you playfully bat his shoulder in retaliation, even if that only makes him laugh harder. Stuffing it back down when he notices your pout.

“Okay, I’ll stop. What were you doing all the way out here though?” Jongho asks you once he assesses that you’re alright.

“I was coming to try and get some food. I remembered those vegetables were around here.” You explain and Jongho nods.

“If you want to come here often I’ll take the snares away from here for you, then you can come get them as you please. For tonight though, show me where you’re set up. I have enough to care for us tonight and I think after that heart attack you could use a break.” He’s still slightly teasing, but you let it slide while your heart flutters at his care. Leading the way back to the house you had barely set yourself up at.

“I should have known you’d fall for this place as soon as you got here.” He chuckles to himself, “You got the kitchen in any kind of order yet? Or are we making a fire to cook?”

“A fire. I’ve barely done any work on the house yet.” You tell him to which he hums in response, moving to get a fire started for you both.

“Is it going to need a lot before winter?” Jongho’s question makes you stop, you hadn’t considered the fact that you would have to prepare for that when the city shielded you from most of nature's harsh elements.

“Fuck…it probably will… How long do I have to get ready for that?” Your question makes Jongho shake his head, sighing softly.

“I’ll come to help you every so often. We’ll get you set up, but to be honest we only have roughly three months before we had our first snowfall last year.” You almost argue with him, knowing how much he had already done for you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to when it meant that you would have his company more.

“Jongho… don’t you have to do a lot for yourself too?” Jongho shrugs, offering you a smile.

“Worse comes to worst and I guess we’ll just have to get through winter together instead of alone.” He winks making you fluster, thankful for the darkness that had started to fall to hopefully make that less noticeable.

“You do too much for me.” Your smile gives away that your words mean nothing bad, leaning your head against his shoulder as he cooks and he chuckles.

“What can I say? You’re tempting…” He teases trying to fluster you a little bit more before adding, “...you know I can’t resist your jams and if anything were to happen to you how could I get them?”

With that, you’re playfully smacking him again, “You’re the worst you know that?”

Jongho lets out a hearty laugh, before looking at you and you swear that something is different about his gaze this time. You can’t quite pinpoint what it is, but there’s an emotion you’ve never noticed in his eyes before and yet it almost seems to be all that is there now. Unbeknownst to you, you’re looking back at him with the very same emotion in your eyes, the both of you letting those lingering gazes be shared throughout the night before you both settle in close to one another that night in the only place available that night.

From then on Jongho came about once a week, bringing you things and helping out around your house, spending the night, before leaving the next day with fresh jam each time. Your heart stung a bit more each time you watched him walk away. Though now your home is getting more and more prepared for winter. Jongho had helped you get the kitchen working with a stove and bringing you the refrigeration unit he had been working so hard on while you had been with him, ensuring you’d have a way to keep all you needed in that regard for winter. You had worked with him to stabilize the small cellar and use it for some of the food you wished to preserve along with an upstairs room for the rest of it. The other room upstairs had a hole in the roof and instead of closing it up Jongho had brought you a clear tarp and put it on so you could create a small indoor garden that would hopefully last through winter to bring you fresh food throughout the cold months ahead.

Today marked halfway through another week and so mentally you began counting down the days until Jongho came back. As you worked outside, washing some things in the stream right by the home taking advantage of the nice weather right before the sunset you heard a strange noise, followed by the snap of some branches. You set aside what you had left and stand to get a better view of your surroundings, trying to see what it was. Shortly after the next snapping sound, you spot a couple of red lights, spotting a machine that had made its way this far out. One of the ones resembling a spider in the way it was designed, only larger than a wolf, made to survive out here no matter what stood in its way. With the one goal of finding escapees and getting rid of them. Your eyes widen once you realize what it is, that you’ve been found. You knew the house stood no chance of keeping it away from you and so you took off, going towards the only place you could think of now. To Jongho.

Your heart hammering and chest heaving as you don’t stop, knowing the way by heart and hoping that gave you enough advantage over the machine even as it drew closer. Physically you stood no chance and so you’d have to use your brain as well. Praying to any god that would listen at this moment that you remembered exactly where Jongho placed his snares. Stepping right over where one would be hoping to not be too obvious as you did so that the machine would get stuck. Striking out as it didn’t step in, and so you beelined towards the next one on the way. That one tripping it up, but not fully catching, giving just the faintest jingle and confusing it slightly. Giving you enough time to go to the third, which catches this time, pulling the machine up and giving you just a faint hint of relief even if you knew it wouldn’t hold it for long.

Jongho is out near his home when he hears the first soft jingle, hearing a stronger, more frantic one a few moments later and grabbing his things before heading in that direction. It gets cut off after only a minute or two, but he knows exactly where it is coming from and that is enough for him to continue that way. Not expecting to nearly crash into you as he does, finding you panicked and out of breath, tears fresh in your eyes and his heart stops.

“What is it? What happened?” Jongho asks, gaze switching between you and the direction you came hearing something approaching.

“A-A machine. It found me. I-I didn’t know what to do.” You get out nearly sobbing into his arms, as he finally notices the red lights in the distance and settles you on your feet again. Gently wiping some tears away quickly.

“You did good, but I need you to keep being good, okay? Listen to me. Run to my house and don’t you dare stop until then okay? Don’t stop for anything and don’t look back. Go in and turn everything off, stay silent, make it look dead, and don’t move until I get there.” He rushes out before pushing you in the direction of the home, “Go, now!”

Jongho’s words had your body moving before your mind even fully processed what he had told you. Nearly tripping as you tried to stop yourself when you reached his house, going inside and turning everything off before going to hide in his bedroom, hand clamped tightly over your mouth as you struggled to catch your breath while keeping quiet. Feeling as though you waited for nearly forever when really it was only a little longer than thirty minutes until you heard the door to the house open again.

“Y/N?” Jongho’s voice calls, “God, please tell me you’re here!”

You’re scrambling out from your hiding place and towards his voice, relieved that he made it, nearly unscathed as a few scratches are visible to you now. The most noticeable on his cheek, but the sight of him on his feet and okay makes fresh tears cloud your vision, nearly flinging yourself at him as you throw your arms around his neck. Him quick to hug you back, hands gently rubbing your back to try and comfort you as you cry.

“Shh it’s okay, I killed it. You’re safe now. It won’t hurt you and no one knows where you are, so you don’t need to worry.” Jongho assures you, going on to try and assure you more with the details of what he did to it, but you’re not registering his words anymore as you pull away to look at his face as if you’re afraid you’re making it up.

Pressing your lips to his before you register what you’ve done, panicking just slightly and moving to pull away when you realize this isn’t a figment of your imagination. You don’t make it far though when his hand is cupping the back of your neck, tangling into your hair to press you even closer as he returns the kiss. Both of you chasing desperately after the other, needing to feel each other more than you needed air in this moment. When you both pull away panting softly against each other for breath, lips swollen, Jongho delicately brushes away your last few tears.

“When you came running to me like that… I got so scared. Terrified even. I thought my whole world was shattering.” He presses his lips against yours again, but far too short for your taste as you whine, “It wasn’t until I was back here seeing you okay that I could finally breathe again.”

You’re kissing him as soon as the words leave him, having him breathless for a much different reason now, pulling away to gently kiss over the scratch on his cheek, making him groan softly, “When I saw it I got so scared. I ran right towards you before I even knew what I was doing. You make me feel so safe, safer than I’ve ever felt in my life. Warmer than I’ve ever felt in my life. At home for the first time in forever.”

His lips are on yours again as he mumbles against him, “You’ve become my whole world since you came into it. You weren’t the one stuck in my trap, but I’ve been stuck in yours…. Let me show you. Show you in more ways than I could ever say how devoted I am to you now.”

“You’re not the only one trapped.” You giggle between kisses as you let him gently lead you back towards his bed, “Show me everything Jongho, just know that I’ll show you everything too.”

Your words make him moan as you both gently fall onto his bed, this time when he swoops back down it's not for your lips, but to press his against your neck. He nips teasingly at your skin when you respond with a squeak, encouraging him to try and make you do it again.

“Do you understand how fucking cute you are?” Jongho rasps against your neck, tongue swiping gently over your sweet spot after his teeth are a little harsher against it, taking in the way you squirm and moan from so little just for him, “Makes me want to protect you and care for you so badly, just to keep you here with me. Yet every time you are, you're so sweet… so tempting.”

This time when he purrs the word out it’s not to tease you, but meant to be solely yours. Addicted not to your jams, but to you and only you. An addiction that he only feels growing worse the more of you he consumes. His fingers tease under your shirt as his lips move even lower, until they tease right along the neck of the shirt, tempting you with more.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice when you stole this from me, baby?” You whine as he teases you about this instead of just ripping it off and ravaging you the way that you truly want him to.

“I just didn’t have enough of my own, so I needed to borrow some clothes for now.” You gasp out, writhing beneath him when your answer makes his teeth nip just a little harsher.

“Don’t lie to me. Not when I already know that you couldn’t resist taking a piece of me with you.” Jongho’s words are harsh, but his tone is amused, “You know… I think I should take it back now.”

He chuckles deeply when the thought makes you moan and arch your back as if to make the action easier, “Oh you’d like that?... Well, so would I.”

He whispers the last statement into your ear before he’s practically ripping the shirt you’re wearing off, followed quickly by his. Not one to leave you like that beneath him without giving you something in return. He raises a brow when he notices that you’re not wearing a bra, though he’s quick to show appreciation for what he sees as he kisses a path lower.

“Such a temptress, hm?” He practically growls against your chest as he begins to suck marks.

“If I had known I was going to see you I would have put something on. I want to dress up for you.” You purr only working him even more as he works harder to leave his mark on you.

“You don’t need to worry about that, not when you’re so pretty anyway. My pretty girl.” Jongho praises you even more, “But you’d look even prettier taking my cock so perfectly like I know you can princess.”

“Please, I want it.” You’re already resorting to begging and it has such an effect on him.

“I know you do, baby, but I have things I want too. You’ll be good for me and let me have what I want, right?” Jongho notices how you give in immediately, nodding before he’s even finished and he smirks, mumbling a praise as he leaves one last kiss on your chest before desperately working to get you out of the rest of your clothes. His eyes widen as he sees just how wet you are for him, cooing mockingly at you, “You poor thing, need it so badly., hm?”

“Yes!” The end of the word heightens in pitch as he licks over your core causing you to quickly start chanting the word, his name soon getting mixed in as well. Reaching down to tangle your fingers into your hair, his moans growing in frequency the more you tugged, and oh how badly you wanted to keep hearing that pretty sound. What he wasn’t going to let you get away with however was the rolling of your hips that started. His arms quickly pinned down your legs and hips, smirking as he hears and feels how much it turns you on.

“Oh? Baby likes how strong I am? How easy it is for me to pin you down and make you take it? Bet that’s what you want, isn't it? For me to pin you down and make you take my cock until I’m filling you with my cum.” His words flood your brain with thoughts as his mouth continues to worship you, the mix proving to be your undoing as you’re soon cumming onto his tongue. Something he’s eager to lap up as he works you through it to ensure he gets every drop of you. Moving up to kiss you with his taste everywhere, pulling away with a smirk, “I was right, your cum does make everything sweeter.”

“Can I please have it now?” You’re falling apart even more now, as a few tears brim, “I’ve been doing my best to be good to get it.”

“Shh princess, don’t cry before you even get my cock.” Jongho coos softer now, gently kissing away the tears he sees in your eyes, “You’ve been so good, I promise. I won’t make you wait any longer, sweetness.”

He only pulls away long enough to hurriedly get the rest of his clothes off. Leaning in to kiss you heatedly as he gently rubs your thighs before firmly pinning them down as he pulls away to kiss over your jaw. Reaching your ear to whisper to you, “Cum as much as you want princess, but we’re not done until I fill you with every last drop I have.”

Despite knowing you can’t get away if he were to give you everything he had, he’s slow to push in. Letting you both take in the feeling of each other and taking it all in, committing it to memory as if either of you would stay away after this point. Once he collects himself, he looks down at how pleasure overtakes your features and it lights a fire in him, his eyes darkening at the sight as he starts to move, slowly at first, but so hard and deep each time. Watching how you lose yourself even more, as well as feeling it with more intensity now that he is inside you. You’re gushing around him so quickly and it’s then that he sees your tears return.

“That was so hot princess, you look angelic cumming around my dick so perfectly. I wonder how many times I can get you to do it before we’re done. You will do it again for me, won’t you?” He asks as if he was going to actually give you a choice with how he was fucking you.

“Whatever you want, I promise.” You’re whining out as a few tears start to fall and he’s quick to lick them up as he leans over your form, his thrusts speeding up as he presses his weight on you some, making you take him even deeper as he hits all the perfect spots.

“Anything that I ask you for princess?” He smirks already seeing how you’re starting to lose yourself to the pleasure again.

“Yes, anything! Anything at all!” You’re crying out before you’re begging him not to stop as you start to cum again, making him growl as he almost loses himself with you this time, but he wants so badly to coax one more out of you.

His hands leave your thighs, leaving them to tremble from the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving you. One of his hands moves between you to rub at your clit quickly. The other grabbing your jaw firmly makes you look at him.

“Want you looking at me while I make you feel so good and when you cum this time. Want to see how pretty your face looks as you take every drop of my cum.” He growls the words against your lips moaning between every few of them as you both get so close, never looking away from each other as he throws you over the edge one last time before following close behind and cumming deep inside of you. It had only happened once and already you were addicted to that feeling, legs locking around his waist before he could pull away as you reached up with shaky arms to pull him in for a kiss.

“I don’t think I can say goodbye again after this.” You admit quietly against his lips as if scared to confess that.

“Then it’s a good thing I’ll make sure that you never have to.” Jongho reassures you, pressing his lips softly to yours again, “But I would say we should stay in your home together, I took all the best things over there for you.”

“I noticed, felt spoiled by you.” You admitted feeling flustered by that as if he hadn’t just fucked you into the mattress and it makes him chuckle.

“Perfect, I’ll always spoil you, but you’ll always be the most spoiled in bed.” He muses, kissing the tip of your nose as you feel him already getting turned on again, and laughing as you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Absolutely insatiable, can’t even let me catch my breath after fucking it out of me.” You try to quip back only to earn a playful nip from him as he growls up at you with a renewed fire in his eyes.

“So you wouldn’t want me to hold you down and make you take even more?” He calls you out with a brow raised, a toothy grin replacing his expression as he sees how much more that flusters you.

“I never said that.” You admit in a whisper and it makes him laugh loudly, kissing the shell of your ear.

“Well then princess, you’re in for a long night.”

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Unmade

2 - The Encounter

(Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Rating: 18+ for violence, explicit language, and smut.

Synopsis: "After a week alone on an unknown jungle planet, the Mandalorian returns to you from his hunt, but he isn't well."

Word count: 4k +

Chapter 1 | AO3 | Next chapter - coming soon

9Aby - Unknown jungle planet - Present

You stopped asking a while back.

Today it was " unknown jungle planet, pretty rainy. It smells fresh, like summer morning dew drops."

You were writing notes in your datapad. You never had the chance to travel, so you wanted to keep a diary of sorts . You did it for every planet you visited.

"Not a soul in sight. Lots of bugs though. The kid likes eating them."

No sun breaks through the dark storm clouds above. It's the middle of the day, but it's dark as if it were night. A cool breeze passes through the inside of the Crest as you sit atop of the gangplank, just out of reach of the rain.

"Tall, thick pine-trees circle the ship, providing plenty of privacy. Hides us from any wandering enemies. Thick fog rolls in and out at times too."

The baby sits next to you on the cold durasteel, watching you type on your data pad. He coos softly, his head tilting as he studies the motions of your fingers. You glance down at him through your peripherals and smile.

"Mando's been gone for almost a week. Hoping he returns soon. Tired of the rain; ready for a new backdrop. Something sunny and bright."

Mando was hunting a well known smuggler who was last seen heading towards this planet. You couldn't blame the guy, if you were honest. This planet consists of nothing but dense wooded areas; all kinds of places for him to hideout until whoever was after him gave up.

That week, you spent a lot of time playing with the kid. He was pretty entertaining. He got into everything . Which was trouble. The little wamp rat was constantly trying to run out past the campsite and into the trees. Even after Mando gave explicit instructions not to leave the ship. But you couldn't stay cooped up there all week. Had he come back a little sooner, maybe. But he's been gone for six days . Could he honestly expect you and the little bundle of energy to stay on the ship ?

Shoot first and ask for forgiveness later.

It didn't rain the entire time you were there, thankfully. Earlier in the week, the two of you ventured out a little past the ship to see if you could find anything to snack on. Mushrooms, or berries. Maybe even some new spices you could take back to the ship. There was pre-made food on the ship. But you'd been eating those ration packs for months. You were dying to taste something new. Something fresh .

It turned out to be no luck for you, unfortunately. However, the baby did find a nest of indigenous bugs. He enjoyed those thoroughly. The little terrorist ripped through the nest like he hadn't eaten anything in a solar cycle. You can remember the distinct crunch , and then the sound of their gooey insides being chomped around in his mouth. Not one of your favorite moments with the kid.

It took you a few months to get used to him and his little quirks. He was well behaved for the most part. He was quiet and respectful. He didn't really make messes. If he did, he never complained when you instructed him to pick them up. He did have his moments though. It usually involved what he considered 'tasty food'. You'd say that was his biggest quirk. He wouldn't eat anything normal if you weren't there to make him; to ensure he got proper nutrients as any growing boy should.

Sometimes he would fight you on the regular food–the ration packs. He hated the goopy consistency of them. You did too, for that matter. You wondered how Mando survived on them all of these years. But, that's what he provided. And you weren't disrespectful. You took what he gave you with a smile.

Once you had enough credits saved up, you wanted to treat him and the baby to a nice, real dinner. Something that a red blooded man like Mando could use. Protein and carbohydrates. Maybe even some wine.

You'd make a note to ask him that.

"Does the Mandalorian drink wine?"

Something to thank him for his generosity and hospitality. Taking you on his ship. Giving you a job; an easy one . Saving you from that spice addict all those months ago…

You think back on that night often. Sometimes it keeps you awake in the darkness of the Crest's haul. You think about how his deep, modulated voice rang through the durasteel halls of your shop. You think about how he didn't hesitate to step in once he saw you were in immediate danger. You think about how… big he looked in his armor; how wide and bulky he was. His arms burst from under the Beskar pauldrons. You think about how gentle and soft he was once he secured your safety, immediately coming to your aid to check on you.

All for a woman he had never met before?? Just a lowly mechanic in a rundown shop on Tatooine. Dirty and covered in grease. Sweaty from a hot summer day. Probably smelly.

He didn't seem like an overly friendly person. He kept to himself. He was quiet and only spoke to you when absolutely necessary. Sometimes it's like you weren't even there.

You were still enamored by him, though.

Your thoughts weren't always pure, either. It concerns you how often you find your brain falling down a slippery slope to a sexual fantasy of your employer. It was easy to get rid of them in the beginning. You would simply start thinking of something else, something to distract you. It quickly became more difficult the more time you spent with him in this tight space.

You often wondered how he fucked. Does he even fuck ? Is he celibate? Is celibacy part of Mandalorian culture? Had he ever fucked before? Would he fuck you slow or fast? Would he fuck you hard or would he be gentle with you, like he was at your shop?

Your legs are crossed, thighs pressing together before you even realize what's going on. A fire in your core begins to burn like the Tatooine suns, threatening to shoot you into a dark state of arousal. A tension you could probably never resolve.

At that point, you don't realize your fingers are moving across the datapad…

"How big is he…."

You're almost in a trance, cheeks heated and red as your fingers move without supervision. You snap out of it when the baby coos next to you. You glance down at him, his big brown eyes watching you in wonderment. He cocks his head to the side as if he's curious and you clear your throat, also trying to clear your mind of the inappropriate thoughts you were having.

In the flustered process, you didn't even read what you had subconsciously written down; setting the data pad down next to you and picking the child up. Rain still patters softly on the crest, the wind blowing the tall trees circling around you.

The smell of the rain reminds you of him.

He was very clean. It was surprising to see a man shower so frequently. The men you encountered in life were never really conscious of their body odor. Mando was the opposite. He always smelled so good ; fresh like summer rain. Even coming back to the ship after a long, tiring, and perilous hunt, he still always smelled faintly like his soap, mixed with fresh dirt and plasma burn from his blaster. It was enamoring.

You could almost smell it now as you sat atop the gangplank of the Crest. It was a distinct smell of his that stuck with you. It was his husky smell, mixed with cool air and rain water. Small droplets bounce off the durasteel shell of the Crest as you sit silently next to the baby. And you’re shocked when you see trees rustling in the distance.

There’s a plasma gun in your pocket and your hand drops to hold it tightly–just in case. But a warm chill runs through your body and you exhale a sigh of relief when Mando emerges from the gloom of the forest.

He looks weathered and tired.

You squint and wonder why he’s moving so slow, but then you see the body he’s dragging behind him. This bounty was massive .

Stars , how could he transport that thing all by himself?

You stand on the gangplank to greet him, grabbing the baby and holding him against your chest. Once he gets a little closer, you can see why he’s struggling a little more than usual with this bounty. Apart from its massive girth. Mando is limping. And his flight suit looks torn to shreds. Maker, this one really put up a fight didn't he?

As he approaches, you quickly turn and rush to the baby’s pram, setting him inside and shutting the top for now. Once the baby is secure in his bed, you head back down the plank to assist Mando. He trudges up the ramp slowly, stopping half way and you swear you see him wobble a few times. When you approach, you rest your hands on his left shoulder to help stabilize him. He stops dead in his tracks and looks down at you. His hands are still holding onto the bounty tightly.

You pause, hoping you didn’t insult him by touching his shoulder. His chest rises slowly, but he’s taking much bigger breaths than any normal man should. Had he been shot as well? He watches you intently through the T-visor for a few moments, as if he’s collecting his thoughts.

You’re out from under the protection of the Crest’s haul now, rain pouring over your head and soaking your body. You look up at him through wet lashes. You mouth “what??”, as the sound of the rain now pouring down drowns your voice out.

He’s still just standing there, staring at you.

At this point, you’re getting irritated. Now soaked and just standing in the pouring rain. You shove him forward, and that’s when he seems to snap out of his stupor. He stumbles into the Crest, throwing the lifeless bounty near the carbonite chambers. You step inside and immediately close the gangplank after him. When you turn around, he’s standing still with his back facing you.

You can see he has multiple deep cuts, and he’s visibly exhausted. Almost makes you feel bad for getting irritated with him.

You slowly start to approach him from behind, but then he whips around like he could see you coming. He’s still breathing heavy, his chest rising high and falling low with his deep breaths. His head hangs low, but the T-visor is still trained on you. His fists are opening and closing at his sides.

You stand there for a moment with caution. Something is wrong.

“You okay…?” You ask.

He stands there, staring at you for a few more moments before he turns silently and starts walking towards the fresher in the back of the ship. You watch him, utterly befuddled by this odd behavior. Really, it’s not like he ever speaks to you. You have yourself convinced that he doesn't even remember you exist half the time. He’ll cross paths with you on the ship like you’re a ghost floating in thin air.

He normally retreats and treats his own wounds when he does come back injured, but this is different.

The way he looked at you. How he stopped in his tracks when you touched him. How you felt his muscles tense at the gentle contact. His heavy breathing and his hands twitching at his sides. You noticed all of it. Something about it seemed…primal.

Primal and undisciplined.

Your mouth hangs agape as you watch the fresher door slide shut. For a few moments, you try to gather your thoughts. Such odd behavior.

After gathering yourself and your thoughts for a couple more moments, you step forward and begin heading up to the cockpit. Once there, you sit in the pilot's chair and listen to the soft pattering of the rain dropping against the Crest. It’s dark in here, no sunlight shining through as storm clouds continue to cover the sky on the wretched planet.

You sit back in the leather seat, letting your head rest against it.

You rest your eyes for a few moments. A few moments turns into an hour when you accidentally fall asleep.

When you wake up, it’s still raining and dark. You look around, Mando still isn't here. taking another deep breath before you open them again and will yourself to climb out of the pilot’s seat. You slowly make your way down the ladder from the cockpit, to the fresher door. Normally when Mando is in the shower, you can see a thick fog seeping from underneath the door–he takes hot showers. Right now, you don’t spot any fog. You don't hear any noise.

You gently rest your ear against the door to see if you can hear anything, but you don’t hear a peep. Now your heart is starting to race. He’s normally done by now. He washes up quickly–even if he is wounded. He dresses his wounds at lightspeed.

After listening for a few moments longer, you still don’t hear anything.

Out of slight panic, your hand comes up without even realizing it and knocks on the fresher door. Just once.

You listen. No answer.

Two more knocks.

No answer.

"Mando?” You ask loudly enough for him to hear you.

You hold your breath for a moment so you don’t miss anything.

“Are you okay?” You warn, voice wavering.

Still no answer, but you do hear a faint groan. It’s very faint–like he didn’t intend for you to hear it at all.

“If you don’t answer I’m coming–.” You start to warn, but you’re cut off when the door to the fresher busts open. A violent wash of air hits you in the face, sending all of your hair falling to your back.

Mando stands before you, breathing heavily than he was earlier. He leans on one side of the doorway while his hand rests on the fresher door where he forced it open. He grunts and shoves past you like you aren't even there. You turn to watch him limp over to a cabinet that’s built into the haul of the Crest. His gloved fingers tangle around the handle but he struggles to open it. He now has one hand on his side, holding a fresh wound.

Maker, why is he so fucking stubborn?

You approach him from behind, careful not to get too close in this state. It’s almost like he can sense you’re getting close because he stops what he’s doing and shuffles away from you again. That hurts a little.

“Let me help,” You say sweetly, trying to bring him comfort.

He groans audibly through his helmet. His breaths are shaky and gravely.

“Go away.” He finally speaks.

“You need help.” You say, getting a little closer to him again. This time he doesn’t move as much.

“Y’--can’t help.” He mumbles, still clutching his side. He starts to slump over against the wall. The beskar clunks when it hits the cold durasteel.

Slowly and very carefully, you approach him and gently lay your hand on his shoulder. A shockwave of chills run down his body and he lets out another hoarse groan.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” You say, bringing your other hand to lay over his shoulder. Both hands now softly against his body.

He huffs through the vocoder, slowly turning his helmet towards you. It drags on the wall as he does so.

“Aphrodisiac…” He mumbles, it's barely audible, and he isn't enunciating very well right now.

You lean a bit closer to hear better. “What?”

He grunts out of frustration, his hand balling into a fist on the wall as you inch closer to him. His muscles tense and he lets out another shaky breath.

“B-bounty hit me wit-with a…..”

It’s at that moment you finally realize what’s been going on. Your cheeks flush a bright pink and your eyes open a little wider than they were before. That’s why he couldn’t stop staring at you when you touched him.

An aphrodisiac is a drug that stimulates sexual desire–makes all forms of decency and pleasantries go out the window. It scratches a primal desire deep within, and cannot be flushed out of the system without release. It stimulates the senses–which explains why he was so sensitive when you touched him just now.

You keep your hands on his shoulder, watching him as you contemplate your next move. Should you offer to help him? What would he think? Would he turn you down? Fire you for making advances on him ? Your breath is caught in your throat and your heart is now racing. Your mouth is going dry, your lips starting to chap as you think of your next move. He hasn't said anything in a moment. He’s still leaning up against the wall, his helmet resting on the cold durasteel. For a moment you think it may just stay this way, but then he speaks.

He turns his helmet a little towards you again. “Y-’need t-to leave…the s-ship..” He mumbles.

You lock eyes on his t-visor again. “I can’t just leave you like this.”

You watch as his hand leaves the wall and comes back to grab yours. His cold leather glove feels like ice when it wraps around your much smaller and delicate digits. He grabs you hard, and pulls your hands away from his shoulder. When he releases your hands, that same gloved hand that just grabbed you flies up and flattens against your chest, shoving you back against the cold wall. His palm butterflies against your skin, covering your entire chest.

You grunt at the harsh impact, your lower back immediately arching off the wall, coming closer to his waist.

“Leave. Now .” He hisses. One hand remains butterflied on your chest while the other holds him off the wall above your head, boxing you in.

Your face is still bright pink, and now your breathing is a little elevated. Your lips part to speak, but when he shifts on his feet you glance down and see how painfully hard he is under his trousers. The sight of him like this sends an erotic chill down your spine. Your mouth is hanging open again, soft breaths sneaking through your teeth. He doesn't say anything, just stands above you–his chest puffing up and down in a rhythmic fashion as he tries to control his primal urges.

Your lashes flutter as you look back up into his T-visor. You want to offer him a resolution. You want to offer him release . But you’re nervous he may shoot you down. His body radiates like a furnace above you, making yours burn in return.

“ I can help you .” Your voice is just above a whisper, eyes shooting back and forth rapidly as you try to catch his eyes through the tinted visor of his helmet.

He remains in front of you, his chest heaving up and down like a medieval mammal getting ready to attack its prey. His fingers twitch on the wall next to your head. It’s almost scary how still he is as he stands over you.

When he doesn’t respond, you slowly reach both hands to rest them on his stomach. Once your palms are flattened on his toned stomach, you slowly begin to snake them around his armored sides–with much caution of course. You keep your eyes on his helmet to gauge his reaction as you proceed slowly. Your fingers grip the taut fabric of his flight suit gently, and you slowly start to pull him towards you.

He doesn’t pull back.

With your hands now on his waist, you’re pulling his clothed erection towards your front. Without warning, he removes his hand from your chest and flattens it up against the wall next to your head. He’s leaning in now–going with you. When you get his waist close enough to yours, you take the initiative to lift one of your legs up, helping to fit him in nicely between your thighs, while letting one of your feet remain on the floor to keep you steady. Now he’s hot and hard against your clothed core. He burns like the Tatooine suns combined, bringing more friction to your core as he slowly presses himself against you.

He groans loudly this time, his gloved fingers digging into the durasteel wall behind you.

Your hands continue to grip his waist and pull him as close to you as possible. And soon, he starts letting his upper body fall against you as well. He’s so much bigger this close up. He towers over you, leaning most of his weight on you now. He doesn’t let his helmet fall this time though.

No.

He wants to watch your reaction as he starts to thrust against your clothed core.

His hips roll in deep harsh thrusts, forcing your entire body back and up the wall as he starts to really man-handle you.

He leans into you harder, letting his right arm drop so he can grab ahold of the pillowy flesh of your hip and hold your leg up steady against his waist. He spreads you a little too while doing so. He holds you there, pushing into you harder and faster by the second.

Something hot and heavy is starting to burn inside you. He thrusts his hips into yours, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed core without shame. You never thought it could feel this good when there wasn’t skin-to-skin involved but maker does he know what he is doing. Does he know what he's doing or is this just pure, blind, lust taking over his body?

This has to be a fever dream or something because holy fuck . There’s no way the Mandalorian–big, mean and unwavering–is dry humping you right now. The most feared bounty hunter in all the galaxies is holding you up against a wall, panting in your ear like a rancor in heat, and rubbing his hard cock against you.

Your body jolts up and down against his, your back still firm against the cold wall. He grunts as his thrusts become more quick and needy. He lets his helmet drop to lay in the nape of your neck. A bead of sweat rolls from your forehead and drops onto the cold beskar of his helmet. He pants loudly into your skin as he continues fucking you over your clothes. One of his hands remains on your hip, the other one moves to snake behind your head so you can rest it. You let out a whimper when he thrusts on you particularly hard–his hard cock pressing against your sensitive clothed clit.

“S-smell so good…” He mumbles into your neck.

You glide your hands up his body, letting one hand slide up the back of his neck to massage the base of his skull. He mmm’s low in his throat, nuzzling further into your soft skin as he continues to dry hump you.

“S’soft….fuck, you’re s-so soft sweet girl…..” He speaks.

You smile softly, resting your cheek against the cold beskar helmet as his thrusts start to become sloppy. You whimper when he hits that sweet spot again, putting friction on your swollen clit.

When you moan, he starts thrusting faster. His grip tightens on your thigh, and he pulls your body closer to his. He’s sloppy now, hinting at his upcoming release.

"Y-you close? m’--y-you gonna cum?” He asks–and fuck . You wish you were.

It’s too much though. This all came on so fast that you can’t really focus and enjoy what he’s doing to you. No, it’s more difficult than that. You’re too focused on other things like the feeling of his helmet resting on your shoulder. Or the sounds he’s making of which you never ever thought you’d hear. Or the way he’s talking. The way squeezing your hip so hard that you know it’ll be bruised tomorrow. It feels so fucking good –but you don’t know if you can cum for him just yet. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Yeah..” You whimper softly as he thrusts up against you.

You grip him a bit harder, letting him get as close as possible to reach his release. When he does, it’s magnificent. His first behind you smashes into the haul with force and he groans something in a foreign language. His body shutters violently and you feel the warmth spreading in his trousers. The hand wrapped around your hip slowly starts to lose tension, and eventually falls from you. Your leg falls limp with it, your foot slamming against the floor.

He huffs heavy breaths against your neck, still leaning against you. You breathe heavily with him, letting your head fall back against the wall.

After a few moments you notice his heavy breathing has stopped.

“Mando?” You ask through a whisper.

He doesn’t answer. You soon know why, because a few moments later you realize his body is getting heavier and heavier. He starts to fall, completely knocked out as he lays against you. You curse as he starts to slide and you have no choice but to go with him. His beskar armor clunks heavily on the floor.

You sit up and look down at him after you finally manage to wiggle from underneath him.

How the fuck are you supposed to get him into his cot now?

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Chapter theme: Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift

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bigbuxbolds · 16 days ago

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MLB 2024 Season Charts (Complete)

Hello, everyone! I have finished compiling the data of every win and loss for every team in the 2024 season and now present you all with the final graphs. Ignore the fact that we're basically halfway thru the 2025 season already.

The premise of the graphs remain the same from the pre-All Star Break graphs, except these graphs have a vertical line that denotes when the All Star Break was so you can see any big changes that happened to a team after they hit the break. (Note: All Star Break lines on graphs showing multiple teams are not exact for each team due to the different schedules). I have still highlighted all "notable streaks" aka winning/losing streaks that last for 4 or more games, as well as each teams longest streak(s).

And, of course, as I am just one person, there may be some mistakes in these graphs that I've missed.

Without further ado, here are the links to each divisions individual graphs:

AL Central

AL East

AL West

NL East

NL Central

NL West

And under the cut we have an MLB-wide summary of the most notable graphs and stats from this season:

Best and worst records:

Pre-All Star Break: Phillies and White Sox

Don't think these come as a surprise to anyone. The World Series champs also had the best record at the end of the regular season (34 games above .500) and, of course, the White Sox had the worst record... ever (80 games below .500). Quite the comparison!

Phillies ended up bumped down to second best record with 28 games above .500.

Team with most notable streaks:

Pre-All Star Break: White Sox

Coming in at 15 notable streaks, the White Sox "win" this category. Can't get a historically bad season record without a lot of losing streaks, am I right? At least one of them was green...

Runner-ups: Tigers (14) and Royals (13). AL Central represent!

Team with least notable streaks:

Pre-All Star Break: Reds

We have a tie for this category at 5 streaks a piece. The Althetics are interesting in that they did not have another notable streak at all after the All Star Break, while the Rays snuck one in near the end.

Runner-ups: Cardinals (6), Guardians (7), Orioles (7), Blue Jays (7), Cubs (7), Reds (7), and Pirates (7).

Team with most notable winning streaks:

Pre-All Star Break: Yankees

The World Series champs also have the most notable winning streaks this season with a whopping 10 as they packed their last half of the season with wins.

Yankees only had one more long winning streak after the break to get them a total of 8.

Runner-ups: Royals (9) and Tigers (9).

Team with most notable losing streaks:

Pre-All Star Break: White Sox

Yeah, it's the White Sox. 14 notable losing streaks. What more can you say.

Runner-ups: Nationals (8), Marlins (8), and Rockies (8)

Team with longest winning streak:

Pre-All Star Break: Twins

Still the Twins, with the same 12 game winning streak that helped kickstart this little project! Oh, take me back...

Runner-ups: Guardians (9) and Mets (9).

Team with longest losing streak:

Pre-All Star Break: White Sox

The fact that the White Sox "win" this category again, except with a completely different and practically-twice-as-long losing streak sure does say something, huh. Anyways. 21 game losing streak.

Runner-ups: Pirates (10), Athletics (9), and Marlins (9)

Team with no notable losing streaks:

Of the 3 teams pre-break that had no notable losing streaks, only one remains. The Brewers come out on top with 8 green streaks and no red! They might not have gone far in the postseason, but this is a pretty cool accomplishment nonethless.

The Guardians ended up getting one notable losing streak, and the Phillies got two.

Teams with no notable streaks after the All Star Break:

Only two teams didn't have a single streak last longer than 4 games, win or lose, and those two are the Orioles and the Athletics. The Orioles graph stands out to me the most since they seemed to be getting a consistent number of notable streaks right until the All Star Break, then it's radio silence. Fun to look at, certainly.

Final stats:

Average number of notable streaks per team was 9.53 streaks.

Average number of notable winning streaks per team was 5.2 streaks.

Average length of longest notable streaks per team was 7.63 games.

Despite the time this took me to finish, I had fun doing it! Maybe I'll do the same thing for the current MLB season, too. We shall see!

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bodybeyondstories · 1 year ago

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dicks keep growing around me - 5 (Miguel)

After his date with Myron last night (and this morning) Miguel finds himself unable to focus on anything work related, instead coming to multiple realizations about the complications of their respective weird powers.

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A good luck charm, I thought, my mind occupied by this revelation as I rumbled along on my morning commute, the train car packed as usual. I managed to get a seat and use my shoulder bag to cover up the obvious bulge crammed messily into my pants that morning as, upon finally seeing Myron off, well fed and satisfied–in more ways than one–I realized I was significantly more late to work than I thought.

I had hoped that clearing the pipes multiple times in the past twelve hours would get me some respite, but the carnal need concentrated in my groin was ever present, thunderclouds lingering in the horizon of my mind. It’s strange how quickly you can get used to the incessant pull of horniness, the volcanic eruption waiting just below the surface, threatening to wipe out the surrounding countryside with a pyroclastic flow. I structured my days now around keeping the python in my pants drained and sated, releasing the pressure valve of cum several times a day, from bed to shower to periodic visits to the single stall bathroom in the office. After enough catastrophic wardrobe malfunctions, I had backups and backups for the backups, counting myself lucky if I could make it through the day without soaking another pair of pants with precum.

Not that it was all bad. I’d been having the most incredible orgasms of my life and woke up every morning with the gooey kiss of my morning wood hovering just below my lips, inviting them for a makeout sesh that I was happy to oblige. The awkwardness and extra layers of management and planning were a constant concern, but I was starting to feel a confidence at the sight of myself in the mirror, my root dangling between my knees, refusing to be ignored. How many guys have fantasized about having this exact problem?

At the next stop, one of the regulars on my commute slipped in through the closing doors in the nick of time. I could never tell if he was getting off third shift or starting first, but he always looked good in the pink medical scrubs that tastefully complemented his physique. By the looks of his arms, he probably worked out a few times a week, just enough to stay toned, but as he maneuvered around the rush hour crush and found the pole in front of me, my eyes locked on to the bubble butt overfilling the seat of his pants.

I had always appreciated the cute butt in those scrubs, but it was looking particularly good lately, perched atop a pair of juicy legs that looked like they saw a squat rack daily. He looked disproportionate below the waist, packed into pants that went beyond form fitting and were arguably a few sizes too small. He kept surreptitiously adjusting his waistband and shifting his stance, as if slowly coming to the same realization.

Hmm, I thought. Another data point. Winston had also been my subway commute crush, I remembered. Could everyone packed into this car with me be getting unintended ass enhancements? I was too unsettled by the thought to do any casual reconnaissance of the assets of the other riders, my crotch already warming with excitement at the idea that that theory might be right. For how long has the general public been growing inexplicably juicy derrieres on their daily commutes? It’d be a great marketing campaign for using public transport, I mused. Why go to the gym when you can just take the train with yours truly?

So I tried very intentionally to mind my own business, not wanting to ogle this dude in public but especially not wanting to wake the beast. As a space opened next to me, he smoothly slid around the poll, his overdeveloped glutes briefly eclipsing my entire field of vision, and squeezed in. He had a moment of shifting his hips uncomfortably, as if he wasn’t used to the seat or had expected there to be more room, eventually giving up and playing it off as he glanced up at the ads along the ceiling.

I was frozen in terror. That morning, I had had no time for clever maneuvering or tricks of the light and had unceremoniously shoved my penis into some trunks and compression shorts. I had long ago outgrown anything that had a pouch remotely capable of containing this monster, so it indignantly ran along my waist, the very sensitive cock head disguised as a fold along my left hip. A fold that this guy had just been accidentally grinding against with no idea of the repercussions. Shivers shot up and down my spine, my eyes tightening in concentration as my hips twitched and I self-consciously held a tightly controlled posture, afraid of even the slightest motion resulting in a runaway train of arousal in the worst possible location.

I pulled out my phone and began skipping through my email for the most unsexy possible distraction, deleting some typical weekday spam about a presentation coming up, the expense reports, something about the windows and an updated schedule from the office maintenance guy, Wes. I swiped each one into oblivion, intensely not thinking about my dick.

This lasted for an agonizing several stops until with a flurry of pink, the guy got up to leave, the side of his glutes shifting the layers of fabric between us, sending a jolt of pleasure along the length of my dick. I gasped, just loud enough for him to glance back with a look of self-consciousness at his backside then slight confusion in the general direction of my waist before he shook his head briefly and turned to exit. Close call.

I somehow made it to work without further incident. Maybe I should switch back to biking to work, I thought wryly, imagining my junk smashed painfully between my pumping legs and the narrow seat. At least I could blow off some steam. I was barely cognizant of the goings on in the office that morning. I stayed put at my desk, still basking in the ebb and flow of post-coital bodily contentment, pursuing emails through a veil of apathy, my mind still wrapped up in my evening–and morning–with Myron.

I was honestly surprised he had agreed to go on a date, showing up at my go to date night cocktail bar in those tweed slacks that made his ass curve like that. I was so nervous. Was I trying too hard? Was the cologne too much? Was I overdressed? He looked so cute and casual in a way that just worked. But we had a great time, even with the surprise visit of a somehow even more bootylicious Winston terrorizing the gays and girls at the establishment–and my awkward stammering that seemed to delight Myron to no end. We immediately hit it off with a different sort of chemistry, leaning into different sorts of nuances from each others’ lives. The way his eyes widened when he talked about the trip to Cape Town that he’d been saving and planning for for years; the fact that we’re both allergic to mangoes; the little pinch he would give to the bridge of his nose when he was trying to recall something from his past. I was smitten.

I had really sat here in my office and put together an entire playlist for the occasion yesterday and gone so far as to insist on playing it in the car. I looked over at his empty desk and chair across the room, still unoccupied. I squat in your office for six months, and then you buy me dinner, he had said. It’s almost like this is a date or something, I returned. The look on his face was priceless. As was the steadily thickening tension during the ride home. And the chivalrous peck on the cheek at my door. Of course I couldn’t let him leave.

I had long given up on getting any actual work done, instead focusing on taming the beast shoved into my too tight pants, my taint flexing periodically as I rocked on my medicinal ball chair, giving a strained, professional smile to Susan as she popped in to ask about the expense reports, trying to not make it obvious that I was lightly thrusting the air under my desk. All I could think about was the adorable, sweet man who no longer kept me company just a few feet away in my office but had kept me company just a few hours ago in my bed. All I could think about was how egregious a decision it was to continue on with our respective responsibilities and the separate trajectories of our lives, how lovely it would’ve been to call out sick and spend the morning pretzeled together under the covers, his breath tickling the space between my neck and clavicle, my hand periodically tracing figure eights along the warm topography of his back and then settling where it rightfully belonged on the curve of that ethereal bubble butt.

I mean…I guess I sort of do have a type. When it comes to my love life, I’m open to all kinds, and I’ve dated a number of different people, but as my friends love to point out, there’s one commonality across the board: some serious junk in the trunk. Everyone loves a nice ass, but I do tend to go big or go home. And in retrospect, in past relationships, the big went, well, bigger. The pattern’s been apparent for a while, but I didn’t really think anything of it. Everyone has their preferences, and mine just happens to be a pair of glutes that could stop traffic. If you had suggested that men’s asses were somehow magically inflating to disproportionate sizes due to my generous attention, I would have asked which kink site you’d pulled that from, but as I sat at my desk in a cold war with the python running down my leg that had gone from impressive to comical to ridiculous over the past several months, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe something mysterious really was afoot.

The evidence for Myron’s theory was mounting, and the implications of him being right were a heady mix of titillating and sobering that felt surreal to think through in the confines of my neat little office. As I reminisced on soaping up his bodacious buns in the shower and the unbridled thrill of watching them blow out the seat of his pants, my posture straightened slightly in excitement at the idea that this was due to some strange ability on my part. How many men had I fantasized about, imagining how much cuter they would be with some posterior augmentation? Just a little more heft here, some more roundness there. Most of the dudes in the office had some pretty nice butts–I guess we know why, I realized–but there was always room for improvement, wasn’t there?

Myron wasn’t the first romantic partner to have a sudden wardrobe malfunction after a night of fun. Honestly, I kind of get a kick out of the moment of catastrophic failure, seams splitting, cheeks spilling out and taking up space, but when does the fantasy of too muchness really become too much? And if we couldn’t figure out how to control whatever this is, how much longer until we’re both transformed beyond any ability to live a normal life? Or at least wear normal clothes? There had to be an upper limit, right?

My dick lurched in response, as if dreaming its own future as an impossible to hide third leg. It was already way too massive by any sensible standards, and after seeing Myron’s friend Ty, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to hefting a log around 24/7. The worsening curse in my crotch had complicated my love life, turning intimacy into a dance of negotiations, warnings, starts and stops, attempts and failures. Casual hookups had been out of the question for a while now, since even most size queens were far too concerned–and rightfully so–about their bodily wellbeing to entertain the thought of bottoming. For a while, it had been such a confidence boost seeing the looks of awe and hunger, like my dick was a challenge to be surmounted, but trepidation turned to absurd surprise and acute concern, and eventually visages of terror in the face of whatever radioactive mutation had produced the kaiju between my legs. I even had a few guys get word of what I was packing and get me undressed just to try and take pics of it, even hefting it like I was a sideshow at the circus. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing those circulating online, one or both hands trying–and failing–to cover the length of my member.

Needless to say, I had been so nervous about the Big Reveal last night, expecting Myron to outright refuse or simply come to his senses and realize I was some sort of anomaly that should not be counted. But he was so tender and took it like a champ. It’s like we just fit together.

I was jolted back to my office by the sharp buzz of my phone against my desk. Speak of the devil.

[Myron: Whatcha up to?]

[Me: Expense reports? Maybe?]

[Myron: Ah, yes, I was probably supposed to do those before I left. Send Susan my regards.]

[Me: She can and will hunt you down!]

[Myron: She can try 🤭. Also what was that you mentioned earlier? Hip thrusts?]

[Me: Lol are you at the gym?]

[Myron: Maybe! Ty just started working here, they’ve been sneaking me in past the counter. I’m building my leg day routine]

[Me: Please don’t make me imagine you with a glute pump, I’ve gotten nothing done here already]

[Myron: You don’t have to!]

An image appeared in the text thread. Myron taking a mirror pic standing in the squat rack, three plates on either side of the bar. I didn’t even know he lifted like that, I thought, my eyes dwelling on the contrast between his soft arms and the slight pudge of his belly with the ass that ballooned from his side profile in a pair of skimpy gym shorts that may as well have been painted on. It looked even more phenomenal than it had this morning, catching the late morning natural light and even a few stares from gym bros in the background.

[Myron: You would be a great trainer. Results guaranteed 🤪]

A moment of terror at the thought of the havoc I would wreak if my day job was moving through a sweaty, intimate gym space and helping people with squat form, but my dick stirred with enthusiasm at the idea, the dribble of precum threatening to become a faucet.

[Me: …I really liked these pants]

[Myron: RIP! Literally!]

Don’t even joke–I began typing before I heard the telltale sound of seams popping, my dick taking Myrons’ last text as a suggestion. Shit, I should’ve seen this coming. My semi lurched in my pants as it became more and more turgid, forcing me to reposition and hinge my hips back in my seat to ease the pressure against already strained fabric. I had to take care of this.

I could barely walk with the baseball bat running down my leg, let alone make it to the bathroom without risking an HR nightmare–Do they have workplace accommodations for people with inhumanly massive, constantly drooling monster cocks? They should. But I managed to waddle to the door, turn the lock, and firmly close the blinds before urgently whipping off the multiple layers of constrictive clothing that I threw on that morning in a futile attempt to restrain the beast.

My dick flicked precum into the air as it shot up, bobbing in front of me at a 90 degree angle and steadily rising into the air as my body diverted all resources to this erection. From the lightheadedness and the momentum of my cock throwing me off balance, I stumbled back, landing in Myron’s old chair. I took a moment to lean back and be caressed by the ergonomic design, noticing how it still kind of smelled like him, imagining his perspective from our days in the office together. I was interrupted by a sticky reminder of the task at hand, my dick bobbing in front of my face before coming to rest against my bottom lip. It’s all so perfectly arranged, I thought, as I indulged in what had become my favorite hobby, licking up the precum from the top of the head before letting my lips part around it, easing lower and lower as my head bobbed in little circles. The sensation is indescribable, and somehow feels so fresh every time, like I could sit there as a closed circuit of dick for eternity, never tiring of sucking myself off, getting sustenance from load after load of thick, gooey cum. My hands worked the shaft in tandem, though they weren’t enough to cover much surface area. I was mildly frustrated, left wanting for another pair to get me over the edge of orgasmic pleasure. I was growing to become too much for just one person, even if that person is me, but I worked diligently, the rest of the office completely oblivious to the monster dick autofellatio taking place during the late morning lull.

My dick began to buck along the shaft, pulsing with girth as my balls pulled up, churning in anticipation. I picked up the pace and breathed in deep, preparing for the eruption to come. I groaned as I began spurting thick ropes of jizz into my throat, swallowing as much as I could before giving up and letting my dick emerge from my exhausted lips with a wet pop, getting off several shots against the window behind me before slowly collapsing onto my left shoulder, drooling into the crook of my neck. I pulled out my phone, and with some difficulty due to cum soaked fingers, managed to open the text thread with Myron.

Look what you made me do, I typed, opening the camera and switching to front facing to snap a pic of my jizz covered face with my behemoth dick nestled next to it. As it was sending, I noticed a figure in the background hovering just over my shoulder, silhouetted by the morning sun.

I spun around in horror to see Wes. The maintenance guy whose email I definitely should’ve paid attention to that morning. Standing in the window washing scaffold, staring dumbfounded and unthinkingly trying to squeegee the cum oozing down the interior side. A crooked smile and an awkward wave, then splayed thumb and pinky on either side of his ear. Call me? he mouthed, 19 stories off the ground.

—

“Wes the window washer boyfriend!” sang Ty, nowhere near the right key.

Ty, Myron, and I were at the park, lounging in the afternoon sun, as I explained how my window washing encounter had somehow not resulted in catastrophe.

“We talked it out and reached an agreement of sorts,” I said, eyes rolling to the clouds. “No one needs to hear about my private activity or unique, uh, proportions, and if that private activity coincides with Wes’s window washing schedule, so be it. They can probably see this thing in the next building over anyways,” I groaned.

“So he likes to watch?” asked Ty, leaning back on their elbows with knees bent, their shorts doing nothing to hide the bulge of stretchy fabric emerging out of the bottom, not that they looked like they very much cared. Apparently Myron had gotten some underwear with specially made pouches for his friend, and I made a mental note to get some pairs of my own.

“And you like to be watched,” said Myron, a conspiratorial smile in my direction. His running shorts showed off his juicy thighs with a smattering of stretch marks greeting the Sun as he relaxed in my lap, a convenient arrangement for my own predicament to not be as visible as Ty’s. I hadn’t been brave enough to wear shorts since that fateful hike, but he convinced me they would look cute–and they did–but I was still coming around to the attention they brought.

“Yes and yes,” I sighed, giving a light squeeze to the pudge of Myron’s abdomen then letting my hand drift up to one of his juicy pecs. “You really have been hitting the gym,” I mused, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“An inspiration to us all,” added Ty, lazily waving a half finished joint in one hand as dramatic flourish. “A leader among leg day enthusiasts.”

“Not without some help,” added Myron with a smirk up towards me.

“Allegedly,” I fake scowled. “Anecdotally, even.”

“All I’m saying is Wes might wanna rethink your arrangement after going up a few pant sizes.”

I demurred, having convinced myself that the panes of glass may provide some sort of magical barrier. Still though, I would need to keep an eye on Wes’s assets through those thick work pants…

“Ah!” exclaimed Ty, glancing at Myron’s thick, round bubble, then at me. “So this is your doing.” They were connecting the dots.

“It’s a great workout routine,” I said. “Just with some added boosts.” I blushed. Myron smiled brightly up at me. I lost myself for a moment in his eyes.

“You two are really meant for each other,” said Ty with a chuckle, getting up to stroll to the bathroom. They kept trying (and failing) to casually tuck their prodigious bulge back above the hem of their shorts as they walked, succeeding only in drawing more attention to the pipe running across their thigh and out the bottom.

That’ll be me one day, I thought, with more than a little trepidation. Was I ready for that? My dick already looked ridiculous, but not yet as unwieldy as theirs. And that’s without the benefit of Ty’s lanky height. Actually, come to think of it…

“Ty,” I said to Myron.

“Mhmm.”

“They’re…um…”

“Taller,” he admitted, as if he’d been waiting for me to notice.

“Right. Ok.”

My stomach tightened as yet another fold of complexity formed in this already chaotic situation. I leaned in to Myron to wrap my arms around him, breathing him in and nuzzling into his shoulder. My shirt rode up. It felt a little tight.

#male tf #I love putting characters on public transit #I love a casual space of serendipitous interaction #DKGAM

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On a whim Fu decided to pull the strongest variants of beings across the multiverse. The most powerful and unique forms of the warriors of universe 6,7,ETC. Why? To “gather data” on these new forms.

THE SHOWCASE!

FU:

Your lovely host! The great prince of darkness with large hips and the ability to mess with anything he wants. Has a beautiful feminine appearance as well. Currently in a relationship with Saiki

GOKU:

The Guardian:A Goku that took the role of Kami when he was younger. Due to this he now lives upon the look out and has several magical techniques. Due to all this divine training his lowest forms rank near the realm of the Gods.

The Dragon:After vanishing with Shenron this Goku was transported to the land of eternal Dragons. Now featuring small reptilian traits and the dragon balls lodged into his massive pecs.

The Lord in Black:A Goku Black who was taken over by Fu. His violent urges contained by a mask but his power able to mostly flow freely bulking up as he’s able to grow to to high levels of SSR or turn into a SSR oozaru

The Monkey God: Goku honed his SSJ4 so much that he can walk around casually in it. He is much more taller with an immense amount of strongfat.

VEGETA:

The Immortal:Due to getting his immorality on Namek Vegeta was able to become stronger than ever. Abusing Zenkai boosts and winning most battles with ease. Basically invincible as he has replaced Beerus as U7s destroyer.

The Monkey King:After Kakarot left Vegeta tuned and perfected SSJ4. Now walking around in the form as his mostly causal appearance. Except when Bulma tells him to return.

The Parasite:A Baby Vegeta who defeated Goku and created his tuffle empire. Served a spoiled by his people he’s become a permanent fat gorilla.

GOHAN:

The Beast:A Gohan who suffers from a mutation where when he’s angry his body grows into a great ape. Usually trying to suppress his anger it grows harder as his forms grow stronger.

The Professor:A Gohan who achieved Super Saiyan 4 but only uses it under very particular circumstances as his body wildly bulks up when he activated the form.

The Hope:A future Gohan who was assisted by the Supreme Kais. His body filled with Godly power ups with his remaining arm greatly bulking up.

TRUNKS:

The Noble Son:A Trunks who lived a soft cushy life of peace growing rather feminine. His lady like charms being a benefit in many situations.

The Time Patroller:The Trunks usually trying to stop Fu only to be expanded in random ways.

PICCOLO:

The Grand Elder:Due to being held under water by Freeza during their battle this Piccolos body bloated up rapidly. Now he’s a large sloshy blob of his old self living on Namek.

The Demon King:A Piccolo who had his potential unlocked early and successfully subjugated Earth. He keeps the other warriors of earth trapped within his bountiful muscle.

FRIEZA:

The Universal Emperor:Thanks to training much eariler Friezas power has soared but with a side effect. His true form is a blob of blimped out muscle that he needs his lower forms to contain. If he reaches his Black form one pec is the size of Earth.

COOLER:

The Living Black Hole:As he and the Big Getty Star became one Cooler is now a gigantic metallic Kaiju who gulps down planets do keep himself powered.

The Monstrous Conqueror: Regular Cooler who's second form is immense and beefy, able to rival Frieza. His Golden form is able to become bigger than a planet, one pec can make them seem small. He has another form that turns him into a literal dragon that is bigger than multiple planets.

ANDROID 17:

The Ranger:Due to living so quietly and comfortably 17 has gained a large flabby dad bod. With his butt being able to bounce away damage.

The Super Battery:When Super 17 was battled by Goku he took all the energy without blowing. Now packed with large muscle he struggles to keep in control.

CELL:

The Ultimate Life Form:After a victory against Gohan, Cell gathered the powers and techniques of every mortal and Godly being he can. But at the cost of his figure rapidly expanding.

VEGITO:

The Eternal Master:Due to the potara being permanent and permanently absorbing Buu. This Vegitos body has rapidly expanded muscles and power so overwhelming he breezed by most battles with ease. Now training the strongest of his timeline.

BUU:

Zen Buu:”A very strong Buu from a DIFFERENT series but you don’t need to know much. Just know I’m basically a God. Just can’t use Hakai….can I? Meh I’ll just make cookies.”

JANEMBA:

The Super Demon:After being purged by Gogeta, Saiki wasnt fully cured of Janembas power. Her body randomly expanding in the big fat yellows of base Janemba or the red muscular bulk of Super Janemba. Saiki got permanently changed to a female due to a mutation from Janemba. Saiki happens to be in a relationship with Fu.

BEERUS:

The BIG brother:The large cocked God of destruction usually bugged by his brother on @bigchampa When he’s angry his muscles bloat up and he’s constantly hungry. Just like his brother, he has access to a female form he can go into at will.

WHIS:

The Divine Servant:The Whis from the same timeline as the previous Beerus. Able to expand his large rump across universes to appease his horny master.

MORO:

The Universe Eater:Having devoured the very multiverse this variant of Moro can rewrite his very own story. But suffers from his body growing very fat anytime he uses said powers.

ANDROID 21:

The Monkey Queen:Thanks to awakening during the Tuffle invasion. This 21 was able to devour both her variant of Baby and Goku in their great apes form. Leading her to become a great ape at will.

BROLY:

The Legendary Super Saiyan:After his defeat at the hands of Goku this Broly was pulled his timeline by Fu. Being given a tail and years worth of training. Now a mythical beast and personal servant to the demon king.

The Scarred Solider:A Broly who was found eariler by Goku and after years of training gained full control over his power. Choosing to live as a hermit while his power rises.

GOTEN:

The Chosen Son:A Goten who was the final line of defense against his timelines Cell. Despite his young age he’s trained nearly non stop with a surviving Krillin.

CHI-CHI:

The Ox Queen:Thanks to wanting to grow stronger to protect her family. An ancient power has awaken in Chi-Chi causing her to become a giant of muscle and fat.

BULMA:

The Queen of Saiyans:In another world Bulma was able to help revive the Saiyan race. A mixture of the dragon balls and machinery allowing for a new planet vegeta. With her being the first queen in generations.

ANDROID 18:

The Spoiled Housewife:After settling down and Bulma undoing a power block. 18 has become a lazy obese housewife who can with ease still beat around Super Saiyan Gods.

The Queen of Earth:After devouring the Z-fighters and the future warriors. This 18 has pressed her fat ass in the throne of the old king of earth. Commanding an army of servants less they become her food.

VIDEL:

The Strongest Hero:Thanks to more rigorous training Videl or The Great Saiyawoman is a real world super person. But her identity is hard to keep secret as only one woman has such a build.

GINE:

The Survivor:Thanks to leaving planet Vegeta before its destruction. With the mother of Goku landing on yardrat becoming a wise master of dozens of abilities. Has a skinny voluptuous build and able to an oozaru along with some super saiyan forms.

FASHA:

The Admiral:A Fasha viewed as valuable by Freiza and kept alive. Eventually taking over his empire after the death of his family and publicly devouring him. With her recruiting every Saiyan she could. Has a tall bulky build. Her oozaru form is bigger abs more muscular than most.

PAN:

The Berserker:A mutation in Pan refuses her the ability to become Super Saiyan. But in truth her hybrid DNA causes her to become an unstoppable disastrous monster similar to Broly.

BRA:

The Strongest:Born with comically high potential and a pride only a Saiyan could have. This Bra values only a good battle and becoming unbeatable. A young adult with a very muscular build.

Cheelai:

The Ultimate Ass-istant:An overly curvy alien that usually provides food and her big body to please Broly and Beerus. With her possibly having more power locked away.

Supreme Kai(Lishin)

The Mixture:A version of Shin who accidentally fused with the West Supreme Kai. Leading to him becoming a curvaceous femboy with a bit of a hot head.

Caulifla:

The Gang Leader:A Caulifla that works as a pupil of Champa and Vados. An Incredibly fat futa whose power can crack planets with a stomp if she’s not careful. Along with her intense libido.

Kale:

The Exiled:A hefty Kale who is unaware she’s related to the royal family. Usually sticking around with Caulifla and unable to control how much she bulks up in her legendary state.

Kefla:

The All Powerful Student:The Pupil of Vegito and another perma-fusion. Shes the Destroyer in training of her universe. Usually being skinny but heavily bulking up the more power she uses.

Cabba:

The Royal Guard:A much older and stronger Cabba from around the time of GT. His body now much more muscular from his training with Vados believing there’s something he can unlock with a decent enough push.

Botamo:

The Wall:Just canon Botamo but able to seal people in his invincible belly permanently. His limbs are also extremely muscular.

Bergamo

The Pack Leader:Thanks to being the strongest warrior of his universe his potential was unlocked. Leading to an ultra beefy body.

Zamasu

Zero Mortal God:The companion to Goku Black and the former Kai of universe 10. Usually having a slim build with a large butt he sometimes swells up in random body parts when angry.

Gogeta

Super Saiyan 4 Ultimate Primate: An unknown phenomenon caused them to be remained permanently fused but it also enhanced their fusion. Along with being very tall, he is extremely muscular with a beer gut thanks to his appetite.

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