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Zam Rushes Through the Crowd

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:21:20 - 00:21:22

Thanks to Kinto_M for pointing out the stone mite eradication kit.

I'd also like to add a bit of speculation here: maybe the Weequay trailing behind the human is part of the stone mite eradication team, as they're both wearing somewhat similar uniforms.

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004 | burning desire

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I don't wanna know, if you're playing me Keep it on the low Cause my heart can't take it anymore And if you creeping, please don't let it show

🎧: creepin' - the Weeknd

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pairings: ot8 x f!reader ( K.Y.S x reader)

w.c : 7.7 k ( sorry for any errors)

cw: mature, ,minors do not interact, nsfw, reader is afab, mentions of assassination, hinted violence, slow burn ( for Wooyoung), polyamory, smut ahead ,oral, size kink, voyeurism, peeping Tom! Wooyoung, light bondage, eavesdropping, Mingi’s nickname for reader is baby, masturbation, Yeosang is very sweet here, some humor ahead, San is a cutie as always, hinted San smut, hinted San, Ming x reader, Wooyoung is even more confused now BUT HE"S GETTING CLOSE TO THE TRUTH

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n : CHAPTER 4! To keep me going and support this series, make sure to leave comments about your thoughts and reactions! You can do this in my askbox too huhu! I hope you guys like this chapter and I know this was a very quick update after chapter 3! The next update may be after New Years!!! Thank you so much for reading my series!!!

This chapter is dedicated to ୨୧ @songmingisthighs ୨୧ (for helping me build ideas for inspo for the next chapters and fangirling with me. It really kept me inspired and excited to write more chapters. I included those gifs for u <3 )

It’s been almost three weeks since you’ve returned,  20 days to be exact, Wooyoung counted. 20 days and he’s still not over his crush on you. Was it even a crush anymore at this point?

“Hey focus.” Yeosang’s voice snapped him out of his many spirals over you.

The former Prince’s gloved fist came close to his face and Wooyoung quickly raised both his arms to block the jab.

“I’m focused.”

“No, you’re not.” Yeosang jabbed him on his side that his friend failed to evade which just led to one blow to another and before he knew it Wooyoung was on the floor again for the third time since their sparring session started.

“You’re probably thinking too much.” Your voice echoed in the gym as you approached them on the black padded boxing ring. “That’s why your movements are slow.”

You gave the two handsome men a quick look over. Their skin glistened with perspiration and they both had their boxing gloves on. Wooyoung sported a loose tank top which showed off his toned arms while Yeosang wore a compression shirt that only accentuated his statuesque physique. His muscles were getting bigger…and among the members Yeosang and San were the ones who built and grew muscle quickly due to genetics, and god, you loved those genetics.

“Good morning, darling.” Yeosang hummed with that princely smile of his and you couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed in your cheeks at his term of endearment for you.

“Morning, Yeosang. Wooyoung.” You nodded in the other man’s direction whose chest was rising and falling fast as he caught his breath.

“Why don’t you give him a few pointers?” Yeosang wiped the sweat on his brow with his arm before heading towards where you were at the edge of the sparring ring.

You weren’t busy.

Wooyoung watched as you ducked beneath the foamed barriers, your eyes briefly meeting his as you passed Yeosang who leaned over to whisper something. You stared at Wooyoung as Yeosang’s deep smooth voice vibrated in your ears.

“Go easy on him, dear.”

You smirked a little at that before slipping off your trainers and sauntering towards Wooyoung with a false aura of ease to make sure his defenses were low.

“No gloves?” Wooyoung raised a brow as he stood up, not backing down on the challenge. He knew he should be more alert with you, especially with San said about your hand-to-hand combat mastery.

“Don’t need them.” You shrugged, stretching and swinging your arms and body to get your body a little warm.

Yeosang sat on the exercise bench in the gym that looked over the ring, curious to how this interaction would turn out.

“Don’t go easy on me.” You told him with a smile that he couldn’t read, it was alluring and sweet despite the fact you two were going to be throwing hands at each other.

“And don’t go easy on me.” He huffed, raising his gloved hands to shield his face and getting into stance whilst trying to ignore how pretty you looked in a simple tee and gym shorts with these cute strings on each side that scrunched them up in a pretty and sexy way. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

You only nodded and pulled the hem of your slim-fit tee down.

“Oh, you guys are sparring.” The sweet gentle voice of the vice-captain reached everyone’s ears and you glanced at the gym entrance to see the ethereally handsome man enter in a black tank top and matching sweats. “Morning, Y/N.” He smiled your way.

Wooyoung took this as a chance to attack but he really didn’t want to hit you in any way. His intention was to just jab lightly at your shoulder while you’re distracted.

With quick precision, as he learned from San, he swung your way, sure that he was gonna get a lick in. If you were supposed to be a master combatant, shouldn’t you know not to take your eyes off your opponent? He thought to himself as he focused.

In less than a second, you broke away from Seonghwa’s gaze and stopped Wooyoung’s advance by grabbing the gloved hand that came your way and twisted it to the side, redirecting it. Wooyoung couldn’t process what happened next as you held onto the hand you caught and your legs hooked around his neck, next thing he knew his world spun as he was propelled onto his back.

The loud smack of his back against the ring floor bounced off the walls so satisfyingly as he let out a grunt at the sudden impact. He couldn’t even move. Your legs had him in a headlock, his chin was nuzzled into the back of your slightly bent knee and your ankles were crossed over each other while your upper body and hands trapped his right arm in an arm lock.

You kept him there for a bit, letting him struggle against your hold before releasing him and all the oxygen he needed rushed into his lungs.

Wooyoung was in shock. It had happened so fast. Then it sunk in that your legs had locked his head in, your soft skin, and your pillowy thighs. Had he passed out in your chokehold, it would’ve been a good way to go.

“That’s our girl.” Seonghwa smiled proudly, he and Yeosang applauding your quick response to Wooyoung’s attempt at an attack.

You were up on your feet as if nothing just happened, and you glanced down at Wooyoung, rather enjoying the breathless look on his handsome face. He questioned how he was kind of turned on at how easily you countered him and how gorgeous you looked staring down at him. God, what was wrong with him?

You held your hand out.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed onto it letting you help him up.

“You need to train with Sannie more.” You chuckled once he was balanced on his two feet. “There were at least three ways you could’ve countered my attack.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Woo,” Seonghwa reassured him, heading towards the weights rack. “It took a while for Yeosang and I to be able to learn one of those counterattacks.”

You gave Wooyoung a reassuring caress on his arm, the gentle touch contrasting with how easily you threw him to the ground before you stepped out of the ring.

Wooyoung needed to improve a lot before he could spar with you.

“What will you be doing today?” Yeosang asked as he hung his towel over the chair, heading back to the ring.

“Will lift some weights. It’s a lower body day.”

“If you need help stretching out later, I’ll be glad to help.”

Wooyoung couldn’t really hear the conversation from where he was but Seonghwa could, and the Vice Captain scoffed at Yeosang’s response. To anyone else, it sounded like a normal gym conversation, and also, whatever the former Prince said always sounded innocent. But you and most of the members knew better.

“Unless she wants to do cardio with me,” Seonghwa suggested, setting up the weights on the barbell.

“Both of you calm down and focus on your workouts.” You shook your head, smiling to yourself at their antics.

“Focus? With you in those shorts?” Yeosang chuckled. “If San was here, he’d offer to spot you. Anyways, when you’re done, you know where to find me.” He headed back to Wooyoung who had begun frowning while he watched the three of you, not liking that he was left out of the conversation.

“Were you guys dissing me?” He asked when Yeosang stood in front of him again.

“Woo, just because you’re not included in the conversation it doesn’t mean that it's about you.”

Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “You mean to say you’re all not obsessed with me?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Keep your guard up, Woo. We need to train you to be good enough to counter some of Y/N’s attacks.”

“Only some?”

“The only two people in this crew who can go head to head with Y/N and actually make her break a sweat is San and Hongjoong.” Yeosang readjusted his gloves before raising his fists to shield his face. “Now that you’ve experienced her skill firsthand, focus.”

...

Wooyoung to put it bluntly was stressed. Frustrated too. He didn’t think he was that bad at hand-to-hand combat. He was humbled greatly by you and he was annoyed because today, it’s like he hasn’t improved at all. He kept getting caught off guard by Yeosang, surprised that he was this good at unarmed combat and even more deadly with his archery skills.

He needed San to give him more pointers and make their sessions more frequent if he was going to improve before they arrived at their next destination.

He let out a deep heavy sigh as he trudged back to the crew's deck to get his towel and fresh set of clothes in his room before he headed to the showers. Maybe he’ll give himself an ice bath.  After his and Yeosang’s session, he stayed back to spend time venting out his anger on the punching bag, and now his muscles kind of ached.

Towel draped over one shoulder and his clothes tucked under his arm, he headed towards the showers.

You wrapped your towel tight around your body, swearing to yourself for forgetting your clothes back in your room and as carefully as you could walked barefoot on the shower room tiles.

“Ah!” You squeaked, feeling the ball of your foot slide against the tile and lose balance. Some kind of assassin you were. Even your clumsiness was a mystery to you.

But you didn’t feel the hard cold and wet floor of the showers, you felt nothing but warmth in a gentle hold.

Wooyoung stared at your face. Your eyes were tightly shut as you awaited the impact of your fall if he hadn’t caught you. He held you close and secure to him, his arms wrapped around your body clad only in a soft fluffy towel. He didn’t know if he was lucky or unlucky to be in this situation. You smelled so nice too. The sweet peach and coconut scent of your body wash filled his senses, and your skin was glistening from still being slightly damp from your shower. Maybe he was lucky.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, his eyes shifting from your face and the top edge of your towel wrapped around your chest.

“Woo?” You had said his name so softly with surprise that it made his heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter in his stomach. Your eyes blinked open to see the man who saved you from hurting yourself.

“Hi.” His voice was so gentle it took you aback.

“H-hi.” You stuttered out.

You both stared into each other's eyes for a while before you cleared your throat, feeling the cold air kiss your skin and make you shiver, making you all too aware of how only a towel separated the two of you.

“It’s cold. I forgot my clothes in my room.” You looked away.

It sunk in with Wooyoung that if the towel peeled off of you, he’d see everything. God, he’d see your pretty body before him and just knew it’d be better than he has ever imagined during his late nights plagued with your visage and the sounds you made when Mingi fucked you, and that first night he saw you on your knees between the gunner's thighs, head bobbing up and down his cock.

“Oh, sorry.” He gently helped you to your feet, making sure you were well-balanced before reluctantly letting you go. He had to control himself. You were Mingi’s. “Be careful, okay? Don’t want you to hurt that pretty self of yours.”

That made you smile. “Thanks, Woo.” You stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips quickly on his cheek to show him how thankful you were before taking small steps to go to your room.

Wooyoung watched you leave. The touch of your lips on his cheek lingered. Were you that friendly with all of them? He has noticed some very odd…well not odd, unorthodox? Interactions between you and the other crew members. All eight of you seemed so closed knit and when those interactions happened, Mingi didn’t blink an eye or care.

Like how he had walked in on you once in Hongjoong’s office sat on the Captain’s lap by his desk while you two went over some maps and information or how you and Seonghwa would be in the lounge on some afternoons with your legs splayed across his lap while you both read your books in silence.

Does Mingi share you? He shook his head at the thought finding it absurd as the hot water sprayed down on him as he showered.

That was ridiculous. The two of you were attached to the hip almost all the time and some mornings you left his room and the others he left yours. It wasn’t making sense.

He just concluded that all of you have gotten really close and comfy over the time you all had been together as a crew. Being stuck on a ship most of the time and only ever having each other, it made sense that you all got close. Really close in a way it confused him. It still felt like there was something hidden from him even though it was staring him right in the face.

The sound of the shared shower room door sliding open and closing shook him from his thoughts, and from the shower stall he was in, he glanced at who entered, his eyes quickly catching the bright pink head that sauntered in.

“Oh, hey, Woo.” Mingi greeted, taking the shower stall next to him, the stainless steel dividers separating the two.

Wooyoung didn’t care much back then whenever someone entered the shower room but ever since you returned and he found out you have your toiletries in one of the three stalls, he has been careful. First of all, he didn’t want to invade your privacy and lastly, he didn’t want to shower in the stall next to you and get a raging hard-on at the thought of just a partition between the two of you.

Mingi’s bare shoulders and chest peaked over the top of the partition due to his height and his head was only mere inches away from the shower head. If you had been in the stall next to Wooyoung, he was sure only the top of your head could be seen.

“Hey, man.” Wooyoung greeted your lover back, continuing to shampoo his hair.

“Heard Y/N kicked your ass in less than a second.” He teased, turning the knob of the shower with a squeak.

“Ugh, who told you?” Wooyoung sulked a little.

“Seonghwa.” He snickered. “Wish I was there to see it. It’s sexy when she does that.”

“It’s like everything she does turns you on.” Wooyoung bit back, annoyed with the unprovoked teasing he was receiving.

“Can you blame me?”

Wooyoung couldn’t.

Glancing over at Mingi, he was met with a victorious smirk on the man’s face. He was smug that Wooyoung had no snappy remark at what he had said.

He glared at him before he rolled his eyes and began rinsing his hair a little roughly.

“Ugh, could you guys, at least keep it down? You guys fuck like bunnies, I swear to god. Don’t you know some people, also known as me, need to sleep?”

Mingi raised his brow as he grinned.

“So you could hear us, huh?”

Fuck.

The gunner faced his back to the spray of water and continued to tease his friend. “Do you get hard at the sound of us fucking, Woo? I mean if you do, I can't blame you. She moans so pretty doesn’t she?”

Internally, Wooyoung answered yes to all those questions but he just continued to rinse himself and think of a way to shut the tall man up.

“She tastes really good too.” He was bragging now and happily doing so. You were his baby. His one and only, of course, he wanted to show you off. Plus, knowing that Wooyoung doesn’t know the whole truth about you and the crew, he wanted to kind of enjoy the idea that you were entirely his (not that he didn’t like sharing you with the rest). “You’ve seen how pretty her pussy is, right? It was kinda entertaining, really, how you were so entranced by my baby before you knew that she was mine.”

Wooyoung was too frustrated and now extremely annoyed to reply back. He didn’t even know what to reply. His silence and lack of response probably exposed the truth of his desire for you.

“Tell me, Woo,” Mingi leaned his arms on the top of the partition and Wooyoung made the mistake of meeting the man’s eyes that were possessive yet teasing. “Do you want to fuck my girl?”

Wooyoung clenched his jaw.

The only thing that could be heard in the shower room right now was the collision of the rain of water against the bathroom tiles as they stared each other down.

Yes. He wanted to. He really fucking wanted to.

What the fuck does Mingi even want him to say?

“Don’t you think it’s a bit disrespectful to be offering your girlfriend up like that? Like she’s yours to give and take?” Wooyoung didn’t mean to attack Mingi with such words and it was clear what he said took him aback.

Was he going to get punched right now?

“What if it was an invitation?”

Wooyoung’s head snapped in Mingi’s direction, giving the man the reaction he wanted.

“W-what?”

Mingi let the silence between them sit for a while, knowing that the cogs in Wooyoung’s head were malfunctioning right now before laughing heartily.

“I’m just kidding. Wow. Didn’t think you’d take me so seriously. I know you have a crush on her, that’s okay, man. Everyone else does.”

Wooyoung remained silent, opting to just nod and continue washing up while Mingi’s last three words echoed over and over in his head.

Everyone else does.

It’s like what Yeosang said, “And if you’re a little attracted to her it’s fine. We all are.”

They showered in silence after, Wooyoung finished first, dried himself, and changed into a fresh set of clothes before heading out into the hall, the stupid hall where he could hear you across his room and run into you in the mornings or late nights when you’d get a midnight snack.

Sometimes he would think of that time you fed him that strawberry and how honey-like your voice was when you praised him. Then his imagination would go wild as he thought about what if he had kissed you then and there, and what if he touched you and felt every curve of your beautiful body as your tongues fought for dominance with one another.

He craved the same intimacy you shared with the other members. The same one where a single glance could tell them how you felt, where knowing smiles were exchanged across rooms or the dining table like you were passing secret notes to one another under the table, and the same intimacy you had with Mingi.

Wooyoung sighed as his crush on you only worsened by the day and he hoped that playing the video game Jongho and San asked him to join this afternoon could help him remain distracted from thoughts of you, specifically of how fragile you were in his arms earlier in the showers.

Approaching the lounge, he heard soft giggles and low voices, what could be assumed to be maybe a light-hearted conversation between two people.  He recognized your voice anywhere and without announcing his presence, wanting to act aloof, he walked into the lounge.

The back of the couch faced him and he couldn’t see you and the person you were talking to as he approached.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, feeling gentle hands caress your sides, the other sliding under your top to feel the skin of your stomach with the intention to travel lower.

Wooyoung paused.

Your voice was gentle and void of any seriousness that your line of work in the past had trained you to become. Yeosang had told him yesterday when they were both hanging out on the upper deck that you could only ever feel safe around them. With them, your defenses were down and you could just be…well….you.

It was heartwarming and bittersweet. It's no wonder Mingi was so protective of you and San too...wait-

Was Mingi already with you? Wasn’t he still in the showers?

Wooyoung’s questions were answered by a broad back finally peeking over the back frame of the couch as the two of you playfully wrestled. He blinked for a bit wondering if his eyes were betraying him because he was pretty sure Mingi’s short hair was pink.

“You look so cute” The man sighed with adoration, the only part of you that could be seen as you lay on the couch was your gentle hand on the back of his neck.

“Sannie…”

Wooyoung could imagine the way you smiled when San’s name fell from your lips but the former assassin above you sensed another presence in the room. Cat-like eyes looked his way and for some reason, Wooyoung felt like he walked into something he shouldn’t have.

“Sannie?” You sat up wondering why he had gone silent.

You followed his gaze and saw Wooyoung by the entryway of the lounge.

The man stared at you both for a while, noticing how San’s hair stuck out in different directions and how his lips were slightly pinker than usual. Your lips were red and swollen like the times he’d see you after you and Mingi…

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” He tried to play his surprise off as if it was a joke but inside he was screaming 'What the fuck? What the fuck?', like a broken record.

“Oh, no.” San immediately responded, sitting on the couch properly from the position he had been in, which underneath the blanket was between your legs with his pelvis pressed to your core. “Not at all.”

“Will Y/N join us?” Wooyoung walked on over to the L-shaped couch, taking note that the two of you were under the same fluffy blanket.

“I won’t be playing. Just watching for a bit.” You smiled, letting your hand that had been playing with San’s hair drop while the other slipped from under his sweats.  "I have to help Hongjoong and Seonghwa with some data later.”

San kept his practiced smile to not alert Wooyoung of what you two were doing under the blanket til he showed up. He was a bit annoyed to have been interrupted. Your dainty fingers had been wrapped around his hardening cock and were stroking him while his own fingers had been massaging your sensitive clit through your cotton panties. He even felt how your growing arousal had begun to seep through the fabric.

For now, San just readjusted your positions while still remaining under the cover of the large blanket, hiding his hard cock and practicing self-control.

Wooyoung half expected San to detach himself from you when Jongho arrived who didn’t blink an eye at yours and San’s public displays of affection, which looked more than platonic. Instead, San had you snuggled in his arms with his chin resting atop of your head as he fiddled with the buttons on the controller, trying to beat him and Jongho at a retro street racing game.

This was one of those instances that Wooyoung wondered if there was something more going on between you and San that Mingi wasn’t aware of. But then again, Mingi never batted an eye when Jongho called you princess, when Seonghwa moved the hair from your face with loving eyes, or when Yunho embraced you from behind when you were going over things with Hongjoong and Hwa on the command deck.

But apart from all these inconsistencies, well, odd behavior, Wooyoung couldn’t remove from his head how he had come in contact with you twice today. First at the gym and then at the showers with your skin glistening, the scent of peach coconut body wash, and the kiss you left on his cheek as a thanks for saving you from your fall.

God, he sounded like a teenager. He never really had a serious relationship back on Jupiter, he just messed around…a lot. Bless the maids that lost their jobs in the manor because he got caught fucking them…and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

But he’s never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted you.

That night, like almost every other night, when he wasn’t missing home or the security of his life before, he was consumed by thoughts of you. Now that he had a new image of you stuck in his head (you in that fluffy towel and nothing else), he had new… jacking-off material.

Maybe to top it off tonight, he’d leave his door just a peep so he could hear you and Mingi again. You two didn’t fuck at all this week, so he’s pretty sure something might happen tonight especially since Mingi cornered him in the shower and fucking showed off.

Should he take a little peek?

With the way the gunner teased him, it’s like he wanted him to watch the two of you.

As if he was psychic, Wooyoung heard soft whimpering coming from your room. Your sweet alluring sounds.

Quietly, bare feet on the cold floor he made his way to his door. The hallway was dark now since the main lights automatically switched off at 1:30 am to conserve energy on the ship, the only thing that illuminated the hall were these color-changing dim strips of light near along the topmost part of the walls.

Tip-toeing across, he wanted to scoff at how your door was open ajar. ‘Fuck you, man.’ He swore at Mingi in his head. He really wanted to make him suffer. If Mingi wanted him to watch so badly, then don’t mind if he does. Knowing the cocky smug bastard, he probably gets off on the idea of someone watching him fuck you but can’t touch you.

Gluing himself as close as possible to the wall next to your door, he decided to take a peek.

Immediately his cock throbbed at the new never before seen sight.

Ivory silk that shimmered in the dim light of your bedroom was tied to your headboard and they decorated your wrists that were above your head. He had wondered why your sounds were quieter this time around and he knew why now. Smooth silk was between your lips.

He felt his mouth water.

The little night slip covering yet showing the curves of your body was of the same silk and the thin straps had already slipped from your shoulders, the neckline dangerously low and close to letting your tits spill out. He could see the hardened peaks beneath the fabric and how the soft flesh jiggled when you’d wriggle away from the head buried between your thighs.

Your thighs were over thick broad shoulders and seeing the way you were writhing from the pleasure of the lucky tongue lapping up your essence that he imagined to be nectar from the gods, he knew you were close to coming undone. Which usually meant, Mingi was going to fuck you next. Wooyoung’s gotta give it to the gunner for being such a generous lover and indulging in foreplay.

“Mhmf!” Your pitch got higher, your wrists now tugging at the restraints. Your soft pillowy thighs were trembling and trying to close from the unrelenting attack on your heat. Wooyoung could hear the sloppy wet slurping of the man eating you out and his cock was getting harder and harder at the new visual. So you liked getting tied up? That’s hot.

He palmed himself through his cotton pajama pants, biting his lip hard to hold back any sounds he could make and glancing at the hall making sure no one was up before returning his gaze to your lingerie-clad body.

Your hips tried to wriggle away from your lover’s tongue but his hands were hooked around your thighs to keep you from getting away. You watched as his pretty face indulged in your cunt, happily and greedily lapping and dipping his tongue in your heat, and nipping and sucking on your clit. The soft gag around your mouth prevented you from moaning out his name and you could only whine and whimper your pleas and sounds of pleasure.

The soft silk grazed over your sensitive nipples the more you rustled and tugged on the restraints, your core growing unbearably tight and your breath quickening as he slurped and sucked at your sensitive bud. Then you saw white. Your back arched off the bed as his assault on your orgasming pussy didn’t stop. He liked to push you over the edge, not as cruel as Hongjoong does but just enough to make you hazy.

Not wanting to overdo it, your lover detached his lips from your cunt, and consumed with such desire, he hovered over you, covering you with his beefy muscular upper body, and lowered the silk gag to crash his lips onto yours. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue, and felt your walls tightening around nothing as he did. With one hand, he untied the silk ribbon from the headboard, letting it remain tied around your wrists yet freeing you from the restraint, finally letting you touch him.

“You’re so beautiful like this, my darling.” He spoke softly in between kisses. “I love dressing you in the prettiest things and fucking you in them.”

'Oh, god, his voice', you thought. That honey-like deep voice that made you believe sweet nothings belonged on his lips.

“This fabric is from the finest of silks in Jupiter.” He cupped your breast through the smooth thin lingerie. “When we made our stop in my home, I had to get something for my darling.” You bit your lip when he ghosted his thumb over your perked nipple. “This is silk made for a queen.”

He then sucked at your lower lip before resting his forehead against yours to savor this moment between the two of you.

“You didn’t have to...” You blushed beneath his intense gaze, his eyes so beautiful and entrancing. “I don’t need things like these—ah!”

You were cut off when his hot and hard length slotted between your lips, the man before you clicking his tongue at your words. “My beautiful love deserves beautiful things.” You let out a soft whine when you felt him rub his bulbous hot tip between your folds, covering himself in your slick. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Nor desired anyone as I desire you."

“P-please,” you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders as the ache for friction was getting more intense. “I love you...please…I need you.”

You’d never ever get tired of any of your lovers telling you how much they loved you. You didn’t even know what you did to deserve not only one but seven men who loved you. After all the things you’ve done in your line work…you were somehow blessed with seven people you’d protect and die for. With them, you weren’t the girl you were in the academy. They made you feel as if your past was nothing but a nightmare.

“My sweet girl.” He cooed, his forehead pressed against yours as he tapped the head of cock on your clit. Your arms wrapped around his back, feeling the need to hold onto him because if you didn’t you felt like you wouldn’t be able to take the painful need throbbing inside you. “So tough and strong.” He kissed your neck, holding your hips still so he could rock his length back and forth your slit, the teasing close to making you cry. “But deep down, you want to be taken care of.”

“Please…” you begged, voice cracking with desire.

The sound made Wooyoung squeeze his cock tighter, slowly pumping himself to the sight of you through the mirror in your room where he could see the side view of your body. One of your breasts was no longer covered by the pretty silk lingerie and the ribbons tied on your wrist flowed so prettily, something about it made the whole view before him so sinful and dare he say, beautiful?

He watched as the hips between your legs connected with yours.

You moaned so obscenely when his hot tip pushed through your entrance and how his thick hot girth, stretched you out.

“Oh, Yeo.”

Wooyoung stopped the steady and slow rhythm of his hand. Did he hear that right? There was no fucking way.

“Fuck, you’re so thick.” You threw your head back, feeling him bottom out inside of you, his pretty moans music to your ears as he felt your velvety walls embrace him.

“Yeah? Look at how gorgeously split you are by my cock.”

You listened to him and glanced down, seeing the defined v-line of his hips and chiseled abdomen first before letting your gaze fall to where you two were connected. Your lower lips were parted and wrapped around him. He wasn’t as long as Mingi and Yunho but, god, he was thick and fitted inside of you like a glove.

“Come here, darling.” He wrapped his arms around you, changing your positions so he was lying down while you were sat atop of him, fully sunk onto his cock.

Wooyoung had been too distracted by you that he didn’t notice that the naked man that you were straddling and who was eating you out moments before was not the pink-haired gunner asshole who teased him earlier…it was his best friend.

“Be a good girl and ride me.” Yeosang caressed your sides before hooking a finger on the neckline of the silk slip and tugging it lower to reveal your breasts.

You slipped your arms from the straps, the lingerie he bought you now bunched at your hips while you placed your hands behind you and on his thighs as you slowly rolled your hips.

“Oh darling,” Yeosang moaned, watching you slowly raise your hips and lower them giving him a show of how his cock disappeared in and out of your tight heat, wetting him with your slick.

You bit your lip slowly adjusting to the width of him and once you felt your walls accommodate him more, you began to bounce your hips. You were lost in the way his cock rubbed your insides with each rock and bounce. His hands caressed your sides and squeezed your breasts, your moans and his messily harmonizing together along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Wooyoung’s cock still throbbed and he knew it was wrong that he was even more turned on at the fact that you were fucking Yeosang. Did Mingi mean what he said when he jested earlier? About fucking you? Did he actually share you?

Maybe if he wasn’t so fucking horny he would’ve stopped touching himself at the sight of you fucking someone who wasn’t Mingi. Were you seeing Yeosang behind Mingi’s back?

He didn’t really care about those things right now, not when your tits bounced so fucking prettily as you rode Yeosang. Why did you look so fucking good? With his best friend lying down, he had a full view of your body, and the fact that the lingerie was still somewhat on you, made him continue to pump his length, matching his rhythm to yours.

Yeosang wasn’t much of a dirty talker when you two spent nights together but his pretty voice and the special timbre he had even his panting and moaning made up for it. He had such a tone to him that made you shiver and ache for him all the same. He had the prettiest moans among your lovers.

“Fu—oh. Fuck,” Yeosang managed to say when he caught a glimpse of a sheer ring of white coating the base of his cock, Wooyoung had to squint but when he saw it his hand sped up. He couldn’t believe he was jacking off to you fucking yourself on his best friend’s cock.

“Yeo…” you whimpered, throwing your head back at how good he felt inside of you and Wooyoung almost moaned out loud with how delectable you looked head thrown back in pleasure and rolling your hips.

He needed to fuck you. God, he didn’t know how long he could take anymore. Would Yeosang stop him if he were to walk in right now? No, he couldn’t do that but the sinful smack of your skin against Yeosang’s as you bounced on his cock was making any form of self control almost impossible to find.

“Look at you,” Yeosang hummed, swiping his thumb on the white cream of your arousal before rolling your clit beneath his fingertip. “Taking me so prettily.”

You could only moan in response, the stimulation on your clit as his cock deliciously scraped your insides making your head spin. Your hips and thighs worked tirelessly to continue the rolling waves of mind-numbing pleasure, and your lover beneath you looked up at you with such desire and adoration in his eyes, that it made you a little shy. Only they could make you feel this way.

You gasped when Yeosang gripped your hips tighter and began to fuck into you at a fast pace, the wet obscene smacking becoming louder as he thrust strong and deep. You almost fell forward at the sudden change of pace and you cried out at how indescribably good it felt.

“Fuck, Yeo. You feel so good.” He sat up, cradling your back and wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued to fuck you. The new position allowed his cock to dive deeper, hitting your g-spot and making you melt against him.

You held onto him for dear life, your head resting on his shoulder.

Wooyoung whimpered softly in disappointment that the sight of your tits and pussy were covered now by Yeosang’s bulging muscular back which had the silk ribbons around your wrists flowing down against them as you clawed at his skin.

Good thing he was close. He was so fucking close.

He glanced at the mirror once more, biting his lip harder when he saw the way Yeosang’s hips were driving into your pussy. Why couldn’t that be him?

He squeezed his cock harder and increased his pace, he was going to cum. Your breasts were bouncing with each thrust and he could see how your nipples brushed Yeosang’s chest.  He imagined what that would feel like and how tight your pussy would feel around his cock, how it would squeeze him, how it would feel, hot wet, and inviting—

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered to your face wanting to cum at the sight of your blissed-out expression but his heart stopped when his eyes met your heavy-lidded ones with pupils blown in lust.

Your lips were loosely pressed against Yeosang’s shoulder as he pounded into you when you suddenly met a pair of eyes by the door, peering in. If it had been any of your lovers, they would have shamelessly walked in and watched. So...who?

Vision focusing and adjusting to the dark, you made out the strong jawline and the unmistakable shape of those eyes to be none other than Jung Wooyoung. Yeosang’s best friend.

Wooyoung saw how your brows furrowed at his presence and how your eyes glanced down, finding his hand that was wrapped around his cock, tip red and angry, leaking with precum.

“Fuck.” Yeosang swore when felt your walls squeeze him, not knowing it was because you had noticed Wooyoung by the door.

You never knew you’d be turned on by the idea of being watched til it was teased out of you by your lovers. It had started when San had caught you and Mingi when your relationship with him had reached the three-month milestone. Mingi being a switch had enjoyed teasing both you and San that night…seeing Wooyoung by the door, reminded you a little bit of how cute Sannie was all hard and frozen by the door that very night.

Smirking a little, a wicked idea popped into your head.

Running your hands through Yeosang’s hair, you kissed and moaned against his neck just a tad bit louder, all that while keeping your gaze locked with Wooyoung’s.

“You close, my love?” You purred into Yeosang’s ear, soft yet audible enough for the man by the door to hear.

Wooyoung clenched his teeth harder, fighting back his moans as his eyes were pleading for release while imagining his cock was in you instead of his hand. You weren’t making this easier for him.

Yeosang groaned at the way your term of endearment for him rolled off your tongue so seductively. “Mhm.” He hummed in response, panting as he chased both yours and his releases.

“You’re making me feel so good.” You held him tighter, his hands guiding your hips to match his movements. Your lustful drunk-like stare remained on Wooyoung and he couldn’t tear his own eyes from you. “I want you to fill me up.”

A moan almost escaped Wooyoung at that. Why were you looking at him when you said that? It was painful enough to fist his cock in secret while watching someone else fuck you but now this? This was some new kind of torture.

“Y-Yeo,” your eyes shut in bliss while your mouth parted in a breathless and soundless moan, while your lover spurred on by your words, moved with passion to bring you both to ecstasy.

Yeosang’s pants and whines always were like a melody you can never get out of your head.  You wondered, despite your state of a daze, if he knew how weak you were for his comfort and his warmth. His gentleness and affection were different.  They all loved you in their own ways, different but it was love all the same.

His moans became higher in pitch as he lost himself and his hold on your hips tightened. You couldn’t hold back all the sounds that left you as he brought you to climax, the rhythm of his hips getting faster, the resounding smacks bouncing off the walls. Your eyes locked with Wooyoung’s once more before they shut as you were pushed over the edge. Your body arched into Yeosang's as you gasped, unable to stop the trembling of your hips as your head went blank with pleasure.

You felt your release drip down your pulsing heat and made a mess on his cock that hasn’t ceased its assault on your spamming cunt. “That’s my darling. My sweet darling.” He cooed over and over til his own hips stilled. He slammed into you hard one last time as a strangled moan left him.

Wooyoung bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he felt the pressure at the base of his spine explode and release into his hand. The sight of his milky white release made your mouth water and you couldn’t help the thought that popped in your head. How it was such a waste for his cum to not be on you or in you. Maybe it was just your orgasm brain playing tricks on you and not making you think straight but you held onto your lover tighter, feeling his release warm your insides.

Yeosang laid you down gently on the bed, not detaching himself from you as he peppered kisses all over your chest as if worshipping you and thanking you.

You moved your head a little from the pillow to look at the door, only to find that the little peeping Tom had disappeared. Before you could feel the growing hint of disappointment that the new crew member was gone, you were pulled away from your thoughts by Yeosang. You gasped softly when he took your left breast in his warm mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue on your sensitive peak as he kept his pelvis pressed to yours to keep his release inside of you.

Wooyoung retreated to his room and locked the door, the post-nut clarity creeping up to him fast.

What had he just seen?

As if doing what he did to you and Mingi wasn’t bad already, this was…he didn’t even know what to think.

The guilt ate him up but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a dark cloud blooming in his chest. He didn’t know if he was reading too much into it but did you enjoy having him watch? He swore when your eyes locked with his as Yeosang fucked you and he was jerking off, there was a brief glimpse of a smirk.

As he cleaned up the mess of his cum on his hand and changed out of his shirt, he poked his head out his door so he could check he didn’t have traces of him on the floor or anywhere near your door. 

What the fuck has he done? Why were you and Yeosang together?

He glanced at your still slightly open door wondering if you and his best friend were still going at it. If he had gotten caught by both of you, would he have been invited to join? He lightly knocked the back of his head with his fist for having thought about that. He was being delusional.

With tissues, he wiped away drops of his cum that had fallen to the floor quietly while telling himself he won’t try to listen to any more sounds that should be found because of your partially open door.

Before he could hear anything, he disappeared into his room and made sure his door was closed and locked.

He went over his conclusions about your relationship with the crew.

You and Mingi had been together for two years while you and San had basically grown up together and shared a friendship that looked far from platonic as he always looked like a love-sick puppy when you were around. Now Yeosang? Where the fuck did Yeosang fit in the equation?

It didn’t make sense to him and the last thought that crossed his mind was far too absurd…but then again, not entirely impossible.

It was just too crazy to be real. Which brought him back to his and Mingi’s conversation in the showers.

“What if it was an invitation?” Mingi’s words echoed in his head.

Even though he played it off as a joke, Wooyoung couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t entirely just a joke.

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[sourbites]

Cottonmouth

People are starting to catch those early-autumn colds. A sneeze here, a cough there. It makes yours and Kirk's sniffling less conspicuous. It wasn't that long of a walk to your shared hotel: probably a block or three. Neither of you were really paying any attention. The air smelled tartly crisp when you were out, saccharine-sweet from the leaves changing from green to browns and oranges and yellows. Some people were even getting out their carved pumpkins to dress up their doorsteps for the mid-October evenings that always seem to come earlier and earlier each year.

The heavy pack of beer is swooshed on the floor as soon as you make it into the hotel room. Stepping through the threshold, you realise just how bitterly cold it's getting. Your nose is chilled, your fingertips numbing, and your coat is suddenly making things a little too warm. You shake it off, ignoring the rattle of loose coins and other amenities, and hang it up above the radiator, hopefully so the rising heat will dry it, curing the rain-dampened material.

"It's still a good night," Kirk hums to you, interlacing his fingers with yours to hook you into his chest. You glide the heels of your palms under his too-big leather jacket. You bite back a cheesy grin. You can't tell if it's him making your heart flutter — or the few lines of coke making your veins glow with heat.

"Which means what? You want to keep going?" You test, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. His big hand splays on the small of your back, knuckles prodding against you through your thick turtleneck.

⸻

Bodies are lowered sluggishly into the mattress. The daze of a coke-fuelled evening makes everything slow down and speed up at the same time. Kirk’s knees dig into the bed as he kneels, crouched down over you like you’re a psalm he’s going to take shelter under. His plump lips capture yours, sloppy and wet kisses making your mouth tingle, migrating down your chin, teeth clashing as you swallow each other’s doped-up laughs.

You have to part after a few moments; your throats choked up with sand and cotton. You manage to find salvation in the neck of a beer bottle. It foams up in your mouth, bubbling molasses-soaked promises down your throat. This intermission is easy, and it’s familiar. Wordlessly, you press the cool glass into Kirk’s waiting palm.

He mumbles a low thanks before he polishes the rest of the bottle off. Tenderly, so gingerly that it melts you, Kirk’s hands cup your face, sweeps his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, and presses a tingling, wetted kiss to the tip of your nose. His brown eyes look like pools of nothingness; his pupils too dilated to let the honey-browns or impish reds shine through. His gaze is piercing through you, and reaching down deep to your soul.

"Comfy for you?" Kirk grins. His hand on your sides, your shirt compressed and bunched up around your fluttering ribs, slow tenderness to soothe you and that cocaine daze of excited restlessness. You're not sure where he learnt it from — being soft.

"Uh-huh," You nod, too busy helping him ease your shirt off to give a more profound answer. He rucks your bra beneath your chest, hot lips and tongue mouthing at your bared skin.

"S' a good fit here." You manage to add, shuffling down against the fort of pillows.

Kirk agrees, "Yeah." His eyes drink you in appreciatively, the way your eyelashes flutter against your browbones when you look up at him, his gaze tracing over the flushness in your skin.

"Good fit." He echoes lowly, latching onto your nipple, wetting it with his tongue, rasping his teeth against it until it pebbles.

Your hands trace over his spine, curling your fingers around the hem of his sweater as you drag up and up — until you break his mouth's union with your chest, guiding his sweater off his warmed, goldenly shining skin. The heels of your palms slide easily along his bare skin. Beneath your touch, Kirk shudders, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Skin sweeps along skin; the pads of your fingertips gingerly trace the plane of muscles along his back and neck.

Kirk's hands take hold of your hips and ease your jeans off your form. You're glad he does so. Everything is warm, too warm, and you can feel your coke-addled blood simmering and foaming in your body, like a neglected pot that threatens to spill over. Sinking further into the mattress, you sigh, your legs rasping against the bedsheets. Above you, Kirk guides your thighs to bracket his head, his flushed cheeks smooshing into your inner thighs. The heat blooms between you.

"What you doing?" You slip a hand into his black curls, sweetly sweeping along his clammy forehead. He tilts his head up for a moment, keening into your touch. His long eyelashes kiss the swells of his cheeks as he dimples, grinning, his eyes closed. This is what trust looks like.

He swoops down and kisses your slit over your panties. "Gonna eat you," He mutters tenderly. You can feel his smirk against you. He mouths at you like he would bite into an apple: hungry. Two index fingers hook onto the sides of your panties and slip them down.

He kisses your pelvis - your hips. Each morsel of you, he savours. Kirk uses the flat of his tongue to gather your growing slick, smearing it between his tongue and your warm, drooling cunt. Cocaine-dazed, you squeal, your socked heels scattering all over his back. He uses the pads of his thumbs to find purchase on both sides of your wetted slit and spreads you open, displaying you all for himself. Your hips cant against his face — you can't sit still for a moment. The moon is tugging at your hair, the cocaine is swaying within you. Kirk nuzzles against the softness of your belly, his burning hot cheek smooshed into your skin.

"Greedy," You laugh breathlessly, tipping your head against the pillows with a barely audible thump. Maybe if your heart wasn't pounding in your chest, you could've heard it better.

Kirk's hot mouth engulfs your cunt, suckling you as if he plans to actually swallow you whole. He relents to talk, making a wet pop once his mouth releases its hold on you. "Only f'you," He raises his brows once, playfully. He noses into the sponginess of your pelvis, right above your mound. He fits his mouth on you, bodies slipping together puzzle perfectly. You're not sure how it works. Maybe you were just made for each other. Maybe you've just got coke-tinted glasses on.

You can't get Kirk out of your system. Your heart stutters, your breath trembles. Your vision blurs, until you simply give up and squeeze your eyes shut. You melt into him. His filthy mouth shapes you as God's hand caresses the clay that was once humanity. Kirk downs your arousal like a shot glass of God’s flood, and he, the Ark. The wispy ends of his curly bangs brush into your skin, all fluttery and soft, practically kissing the promises that hymns bring up the apex of your hipbones. The way his hands cup your hips, sides, thighs — it's greedy, so shamelessly uncouth. He'll bite off more than he can chew at this rate.

All the while, you're rendered boneless, laying on the bed with him nestled comfortably between your legs like your limbs are jelly. He's got you pinned as he slurps noisily on your cunt as if you're the juiciest fruit he'll ever eat. Like you're a fig to fill his mouth. Your abdomen clenches, and the cage of heat that rests between your hips begins to ache. Your back arches off the bed, and you cannot swallow your gasps anymore. You're so full up with coke and terrible booze and heat that there's no room left for anything else.

Ambitiously, you try to encourage him. All you manage, thanks to his brain-melting efforts and the drugs that feel like cotton in your brain, is a whining, "Fuuuck— Kirk, I...I... God, yesyesyes—!"

His amused chuckle vibrates against you, indescribable heat and wetness drooling and bubbling up between his mouth and your sopping wet, puffy sex. Swallowing around you, Kirk swipes the pad of his thumb along your clit. You're bulldozed with rapt tension that scorches through you. He devours you whole, living off you with animal thirst (or maybe only the type of lust that a beast can muster). The lewd noise of your whines and breaths mingle with your cunt being slurped up. You can feel the crude smirk on Kirk's wanton, plump mouth. He licks you open relentlessly, and there's just so much of you, wetting between your thighs, the bedsheets, and thickly dripping down his chin, coating everything in a murky milk-film.

Starting at your neglected hole, Kirk rakes up through your slit and ends at your swollen clit. His splayed tongue rolls against you, pouring out a groan at your taste. You squirm, restless— aching for him, aching so much that your heart beats heavily in your chest, your pelvis taut with tension. Kirk uses his arms to keep you vulnerably open, effectively flattening you into nothing. You bite down on your lip when he sneaks a finger into your cunt. Liquid heat drips from you. He's the spark of fire that's getting dangerously close to your puddle of gasoline.

"Fuck me, Kirk," You plead shakily, combing through his ebony curls gingerly. "Please... I, I can't— I can't live without you."

"That's the coke talking, baby," He hums against you. Impishly, Kirk looks up at you through his lashes. There's no light in his dark eyes. His pupils are so blown out that they swallow the colour beneath. You probably look the same.

You laugh, breathless. Still toying with his hair. "Maybe a little."

Deciding to be merciful tonight, Kirk leaves your slippery-wet cunt with a kiss. "Beautiful." You hear him say through huffy exhales.

You swear you feel yourself clench on nothing as you hear his belt being unbuckled. Anticipation prickles through you. He kisses around the underside of your chin and your jaw as he gingerly breaches you. He pushes, groans, and tries to wrap you up in bubble wrap with his coos and kisses. Your slick, hot cunt swallows him in greedily. You feel his hard cockhead bump into your cervix before he withdraws — before eagerly shoving himself back in, punching straight through you and into the mattress.

You tremble; a hollowed-out moan rattles through you. Squirming, you hook your legs around his hips, drawing him into you. The bluntness of your nails bite into his biceps, finding purchase along his sweat-tacky skin. Kirk falls into a rhythm, his hipbones smack into yours, his hands squeeze tender bruises into the tops of your thighs, swathed around him as if he'll dissipate into smoke at any second.

Kirk's breath is erratic. It sweeps along your feverishly warm cheeks sweetly. Even if he smells of booze. You angle yourself as best you can to meet his thrusts, too eager to wait for his fat cock to slam into you. Long, flowing streamlets of slick squelches as his dick finds purchase within your welcoming, velvety insides, as your pussy puffs around his thick shaft, tingling distantly within your nerves.

His body and yours entirely blur together, hazing the lines on where he ends and you begin. Marvelling at him, your fingers trace along your cunt, feeling exactly where he splits you in half on his excited cock. Kirk's thumb joins you, first dragging the pad of his thumb along the hard button of your clit, groping the raw nerves, before feeling your sloppy, puffy sex stretching around him, feeling himself disappear inside of you. Only to reappear as a little bulge in the middle of your pelvis.

His pace rolls into something messy; it degrades into something frantic. Honey-tongued, Kirk mumbles, "Thassit, pretty girl. Gonna make you come." His voice is shaky under the weight of pleasure, purring and low, syrupy to your ears.

"Uh-huh," Your mouth parts, trying to babble around your moans. They stutter every time he delivers a filling stroke into the bottom of your eagerly waiting pussy. His hands are worshipping you. He splays a clammy palm under your belly button, feeling the thick swell of his cock buried beneath your flesh. It's all so... so Bacchanalian. You feel like you're going mad. With every vicious squeeze of your laving cunt, Kirk is wound-up tighter, pawing at you, kneeling into you, piledriving his hips into you until you're practically hollowed out. And still, his hips piston into you relentlessly.

You stir your hips down onto him, squealing out his name as if he'll come save you. Your hands slip up his shoulders, cupping his head, steering him to nuzzle into the side of your face. Your cheek smooshes into his hair. You mouth at his earlobe. His moustache scrapes up your hairline, where he mouths lazy kisses. You feel as if you're being atomised with every eager cant of his hips. The soft flesh of your thigh is cupped into the crook of his forearm, and the hand connected sweeps down to circle along your raw, perky clit.

The sterile hotel room is filled with the sound of his cock pounding into your wetness. Your limbs are twisted together like some gory amalgamation of bodies like you've been Frankensteined together. A cold shiver shoots down your spine. Kirk presses a kiss to your mouth, swallowing your moan as he fiercely impales you.

Like a bass kick, the tempo picks up. Gets grittier. Your fingers curl into the ringlets at the base of his neck, your nails brand his shoulder blade with crescent moons, watching as the universe blacks out. He makes you shiver and sob with your whole chest as if you're molecules and you're about to fuse together.

"Fuck, baby," Kirk hisses, his teeth glittering like a predator's, bared and sharp as they clash into your own teeth, and nip at your lower lip.

You choke on a cry, dazed and fucked brainless. Your mind was already like Swiss cheese, thanks to the coke. The air you greedily gulp dries out your tongue. Something within you swells, making the already tight fit even more snug. His bulbous cockhead presses into all of you, sloshing your slick out until it dribbles and bubbles out of the seams of your fucked-open hole, painting his balls and sparse curls shiny with you.

Goosebumps crawl up your arms and legs. Your chest quavers with half-drawn breaths, shaking and clattering in your lungs. Kirk coos at you. His hot palms burn your skin as he releases your thigh and slides up your side, pulling shudder after shudder from you with each tentative swipe of your hip and waist.

"Want more?" His voice is honeyed, so smooth you want to gulp it down. Ease that itch in your dry throat, hoarse with moans. The hot, gorgeously sinful drags of his cock up the channel of your pussy quickens, forcing squelch after squelch to bubble up between your mixed huffs of air.

Your heart hurts. You nod, fucked too effectively to even attempt words. Kirk turns his face a little, lining up his mouth to land onto yours again. He kisses you. He kisses you mad — you see scarlet madness behind your eyes. His tongue dips and strokes along yours, mouths parted and breaths tucked into mouths. There's a cocaine tint to his tongue. Like liquid gold, he takes every ounce of you. You can feel the pull of his cock seeping into you, and then his hips withdraw. Gluttonous, you smack your hips down to meet his. His heavy dick makes you dizzy every single time, fucking you up the fort of pillows until the bedframe creaks in pain with every delicious swing of his pelvis.

You come at each other like this; eternity cannot be broken. With shaking breaths, your palms tremble and scrub frantically into Kirk's shoulders, finding something to keep your soul in your body. He curls his fingers into you, a hand at the side, another in your hair, and beats into you hard — until you're winded, and suddenly, you don't have enough breath in your body for that scream cooking deep within your belly. Your shoulders shake with noiseless, breathless cries and squeals. Kirk's mouth is nasty as it gulps you down, biting into your bottom lip, laving his tongue over every tooth-shaped divot in your flesh.

He's handsy. He hooks his arm around your back, lifting you an inch off the bed and into him. Your chests are flush. His heartbeat is so prominent, so deafening, that you mistake it for your own, as each crescendo of ba-dump smooths away any illusion of space that separates you.

In an overwhelming jolt and flash of some sort of higher dimension, your cunt spasms helplessly around Kirk. His hips stutter against your thighs, smacking into you so overzealously and thoroughly that it's almost mean. He spills molten hot, thick cum into you like a river, and you a stone, where every drop and thrust reshapes you into something smooth-edged. You feel stuffed. Your scream is voiceless. You think you have whiplash. He's filling you up with a heavy load that settles somewhere so deep inside you that you're not sure if you could possibly reach it. A drug-powered, carnally raging load that's so boiling hot that you feel your body temperature climb higher.

Reluctantly, Kirk pulls away from you. His eyes are something tender as he scans you over, carefully lowering your limp body back onto the bed. His gaze falls onto your wrecked, split-in-half cunt, that's oozing your mingled orgasms. He watches, fascinated, as it washes out of you with each pulse of your hole. He uses an index finger to trace it— your slit, and gathers it up with two fingers, easing it back into you as if it belonged there. As if he was tidying up, and your sex was its rightful place.

The sweat-twisted blankets are halfway on the floor. Kirk scoops your legs together and guides you to lay on your side. His breaths are still a little laboured as he lazily presses his warm mouth to your damp temple. The haze of sex still clings onto the room (which you don't envy housekeeping in their cleaning this room tomorrow morning), though it is softened with the easy, gentle moment.

You clear your throat to say something. "Shh, beautiful. Rest." Kirk beats you to it, his voice soothing and gently urging. You bite your lower lip. You can still feel his teeth marks there. You want more coke. You want some terrible beer. Mostly, you want this moment. Forever and ever.

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Annihilation

Project Tempest Archives Footage : ██/██/███

A young girl sits at a plain metal table. Opposite her sits a man in a uniform shirt. On the table to his left, an opaque plastic box.

The man reaches into the box, and withdraws a round, red ball a little smaller than an adult’s fist. He places it on the table between them.

“Okay,” he says, “go ahead.”

Both observe the ball in silence for several seconds.

“Can I touch it?” the girl asks. “It doesn’t count if you pull it apart with your hands.” “I’m not going to.” “Alright.”

The girl picks up the ball. She squeezes it, compressing the foam in her hand, then runs her fingers over the surface. She briefly brings it to her face and appears to sniff it. Then she places it back in the centre of the table.

“Okay,” she says.

Several more seconds pass. Both watch the ball with unbroken focus.

The surface of the ball begins to change. The surface texture roughens. Pieces of foam the size of grains of sand begin to pull free of the surface to fall to the table. Soon the ball is shedding pieces like red snow. A halo of red dust is forming on the surface of the table. The ball begins to noticeably lose volume.

“Alright,” the man says. “Good.” The transformation of the ball ceases. The girl wipes her nose on the back of her hand, and watches impassively as the man picks up the diminished ball. He drops it back into the box, and sweeps the dust to one side.

The girl’s eyes track the particles, watching as they shift in the air current caused by his withdrawing hand. Some scatter back along the path of his hand. The girl’s attention returns to the centre as the man places another ball on the table.

The second ball is green, and made of glossy plastic. It rolls a little when set down, and the man has to reach out and stop it with his hand. When he releases it, it remains in place.

The girl watches his face until he says “Go ahead,” then turns her attention to the ball.

Within seconds, the ball begins to crumple. Strings of plastic begin to peel erratically from the surface, spooling out in every direction. When enough of the hollow shell has succumbed, the entire form of the ball abruptly everts itself, turning inside out as it continues to peel apart. The space that was the inside is already full of shifting threads of peeling plastic.

The man watches with evident fascination until the original form is completely unrecognisable.

“I think I’m done,” the girl says, as the plastic finally stops moving. “Yes,” the man agrees.

He picks up the mass of entangled threads that the ball has become a little gingerly, using only the tips of his fingers, and places it carefully into the box.

The third object is a wooden block. The girl frowns, but says nothing.

“Go ahead.”

It takes almost a minute before anything perceptibly changes. The man’s gaze moves occasionally from the block to the girl’s face. Her concentration remains unbroken, although her frown deepens as she continues to stare at the block.

Finally, a single splinter detaches itself from the surface of the wood.

A few more seconds pass.

“Is that it?” the man asks. “No,” the girl answers with audible irritation.

Over the next minute and a half, several more splinters become evident. Some detach themselves enough to fall to the surface of the table.

“Alright,” the man says, “I think that’s enough.” He reaches for the block, but the girl grabs it before he can. “It is broken,” she insists.

She lifts the block and throws it at the surface of the table. The man flinches, half-lifting an arm to shield himself, as the block splits into three pieces with a loud crack. The smallest of the pieces crumbles further before coming to rest. The exposed surfaces are all splintered, not cleanly broken.

“See,” the girl insists. “I was doing it. It just happens inside, first.” “I see,” the man agrees. He sounds uncomfortable. “Please sit back down.” The girl sits, still looking sullen. The man picks up the pieces of the wooden block, and places them into the box.

“My brain is tired,” the girl complains. “How many more?” “A few more. You have to practice until you’re tired if you’re going to get stronger. It’s like building muscles.” The girl wriggles in her chair briefly, then wipes her nose on the back of her hand again.

The man withdraws a folded tissue from a pocket, and passes it across the table. “Sorry,” the girl says, sniffing, and blows her nose loudly. She places the snot-filled tissue on the table beside her. The man looks at it for a second, then moves on without saying anything.

The next item he withdraws from the box is an orange. The girl’s frown deepens as he sets it on the table between them.

“I can’t do that,” she says. “Why not?” She squirms, obviously uncomfortable. “I don’t want to,” she says. “Why not?” the man repeats, patiently insistent. More squirming. The girl picks up the snotty tissue, and blows her nose again. When she puts it down, the man is still watching her expectantly. She kicks her feet under the table.

“Why don’t you want to break the orange?” the man asks. “It’s only a piece of fruit.” “I can’t,” the girl insists. “How do you know unless you try?” “No,” she insists, irritated. “I can’t because…” Her mouth twists one way, then the other. The man waits. “Because it’s the same as you. If I broke the orange I might break you.”

There is a long silence.

“Okay,” the man says. “We won’t do that then. Can you explain more?”

The girl sniffs again, and starts to wipe her nose with her hand, then reaches for the tissue. “It doesn’t look a lot like me to me. It’s an orange, and I’m a human being.” “It’s not exactly the same,” the girl says in a tone of exasperation. “It’s just too much the same. Both are… wet, and squishy.”

Another pause.

“How far away would I have to be, for it to be safe?” “I don’t know.” “Can you guess?” “I don’t know,” the girl repeats. “Far away. Really far away.” She eyes the man with distrust. “Really, really far away. And I don’t wanna do it anyway.”

“Okay,” the man agrees, putting the orange back into the box. “We don’t have to. Let’s try something else.” The girl sighs dramatically. “I’m tired,” she protests. “Just a few more.”

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“We are seeing a growing interest in cork as a sustainable material,” says Rui Novais, a materials expert at the University of Aveiro in Portugal. “Compared with materials like polyurethane foam [used for thermal insulation], products made with cork require less energy and produce less CO2 emissions.” The cork oak’s thick bark adapted to defend the tree from fire, making it a powerful insulating material that’s been used to shield fuel tanks on NASA spacecraft and electric car batteries. It’s also resistant to water and oil, and can withstand compression while retaining springiness. “It’s an extraordinary, renewable and biodegradable material,” says Novais. “It’s also very durable. It has been demonstrated that cork products remain virtually unchanged for more than 50 years.” Part of the carbon absorbed by cork oak trees is transferred to cork products, which can be used for long periods, repurposed and recycled. Several studies found that cork is carbon negative, meaning it can store more carbon than what is required to produce it. When cork planks are trimmed and punched to form natural cork stoppers, the leftovers are ground into granules and pressed together to form cork sheets or blocks. “Even cork dust is used to produce energy,” says João Rui Ferreira, secretary general of the Portuguese Cork Association. “It feeds the industry’s boilers and powers some of the production.”

[...]

Most of the cork produced in Portugal grows in the gently undulating hills and plains in the south of the country, in an ancient agroforestry system known as montado. This savannah-like ecosystem combines cork, holm oaks and olive trees with pastures, grazing livestock, crops and fallows. “The soil in southern Portugal is very poor, there is very little rain and temperatures are very high in the summer,” says Teresa Pinto-Correia, a professor at the University of Évora in Portugal specializing in rural landscapes and agricultural systems. “But this kind of system is productive even when resources are scarce and conditions are difficult.” For centuries, locals have preserved the montado because cork provided landowners with a source of income. This mosaic of habitats supports hundreds of species, including the Iberian lynx, the world’s most endangered wildcat, and the threatened Imperial eagle. One of the world’s oldest known cork oak trees, planted in 1783 in Águas de Moura, is known as “the whistler” because so many birds visit its large sprawling branches. Iberian pigs feed on acorns and goats graze the interwoven pastures. Interspersing cork oak trees with animals and crops can boost production and biodiversity, but also build soil, control erosion, retain water, combat desertification and sequester carbon, says Pinto-Correia.

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once again, a lil drabble while i procrastinate my work but i do want to expand on it..

okay so any SANE human being conjures ups late night scenarios to help them fall asleep and i being one sane college student did the very same since my roommate was talking to one of her hoes and i needed SOMETHING...

so in this scenario, imagine you and your friends get dolled up and pregame to go to your college's halloween party and your in a very cute costume feeling yourself. (for my scenario, i imagined my own costume which is patrick bateman but girlified, i'm talking tucked in oversized white blouse with a loose red tie, mini black skirt with stockings, and cute black boots with a LOT of jewelry) ANYWAYS, as you arrive and begin catching up with other friends, your taking a sip of your drink and feel a pair of eyes on you as you dance and talk with friends. you scan the room and you see a group of men towards the back, majority of them talking amongst each other but the one in the middle is looking straight. at. you.

and he looks delicious.

he's the type of guy to hit the gym every single day with the way his muscles pop from his shirt (it has to be a compression shit). he's tall, the tallest in the group averaging 6'0 and the biggest. his forearms and biceps are popping out of his shirt, his thighs bigger than yours, and the width of him? you're foaming at the mouth but that's not the point. the point is the way he's looking at you. his eyes are dark boring into yours, watching as you dissect and take him in, he's not threatened by it rather he likes it. he's wearing all black, with silver jewelry from his rings, necklace, earnings, and belt chains. the ghost face mask hanging from his left wrist and the veins aligning his arms? the mop of curls on his head, somewhat blocking the beauty of his eyes? yea, he's hot and he knows it. but that's not what he's focusing on, he's taking ANOTHER look at you from the makeup, curve of your hips, and the way your stockings hug your thighs. suddenly, you can't hear your friends complaining about a test tomorrow or the music vibrating off the walls, you are focused on the fine man staring at you and as coy and flirtatious, you send him a smile with a little wink while slowly dragging your eyes over his body again before turning around back to your friends.

but because your in college and men can suck, you don't take it seriously. sure he's hot but if you find him hot, another ten plus women found him hot. so you continue on with your night, dancing and singing with your friends and having fun until your phone begins to ring. thinking nothing of it, you excuse yourself and head outside the party, sitting on the steps and taking the call. lo and behold, its your ex drunk and sobbing about how they miss you and blah blah blah. (brownie points if your ex is a woman...we aren't asking questions about my life, focus on the scenario). curse you for being a good person as you begin walking them through this drunkenness, hoping that they get home safely. by the time you get off the phone, your emotions are on a high and your frustrated about another reminder of what could've been as you feel the liquor fade away slowly. as you turn to head back inside, you are met with the holy (and sinful) sight of the same man, "ghostface" you dubbed him in your mind, leaning on the door and watching you. you're not pleased with the idea of someone listening in to your conversation and before you can curse him out, you hear him say

"i was wondering where you went, you were the prettiest thing in there. without you, i was rather bored." he purred, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his biceps practically begging for you to stare and maybe touch. his voice was deep and seductive, curling as he said "thing" like he knew how it would make you feel, hot, bothered, and other things but he didn't need to know that.

"i'm a thing now?" you asked, cocking a brow which made his little smirk twitch up and you noted that act. he didn't come closer and you didn't move but the tension between the two of you slowly pulled you slightly closer into his circle, invitingly so on his part.

"would you prefer "doll" instead?" he inquired, his eyes ever so slowly looking past your eyes and down to your chest and then back up. if it was anyone else, you would've snapped at him, curse him from the moon and back, and left to rant to your friends. but you couldn't lie, it was nice having his attention solely on you in the cold of october where no one else could see the two of you. no one to listen to you flirt back and say

"i would prefer you asking for my name and my number." you shrugged, "but clearly we're on two different wavelengths."

"so how about we get on the same one?" he pushed himself off the door and towered over you in a way that almost made your knees buckle and a heat rising in your stomach. you didn't walk away from the challenge but instead invited it closer, standing firm in your spot as he leaned down, close but not close enough. "what's your name and may i have your number?"

"where's the fun if i give it you?" you pondered innocently, stepping closer to him and angling your head a little higher to see past the curls hiding his eyes. it was taking everything from you to not reach out and move each piece of curls and feel the softness of his skin. yea, you were either tipsy or horny and can you really be blamed for it when you add, "i already handed you the script, what do i get in return?"

"i can think of a couple things to give to you." he whispered, gently bringing his hands to your hips and pushing you back and him forward to the railing of the steps. he didn't look anywhere else but your eyes and you watched him cope a glance at your chest, hips, and thighs while licking his lips in the process. you felt your butt hit the railing and subconsciously clenched your thighs together making him chuckle and send a wave of heat in between your legs. feeling confident in the trap he laid out, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer as you asked,

"yea? and how about you show me?"

director's footnotes: i need to be sedated. because originally he wore a ghost costume and the scenario went into a WHOLE other situation and i'm saving that for a fic idea... but this scenario i thought about last night and expanded upon as i slept in this morning and i... i need to be sedated and dicked down right. now. because the direction my scenario went...i would have to write a fic about this because its FILTHY

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Spider Veins Treatment Singapore: Your Guide to Pain-Free Legs

Spider veins aren’t just a cosmetic nuisance—they’re often the first sign of deeper vascular issues.

Imagine waking up to legs that feel lighter, look smoother, and no longer ache after a long day. For millions in Singapore, spider veins treatment isn’t just about aesthetics—it’s about reclaiming comfort and confidence.

Why Spider Veins Demand Attention

Those faint red or purple networks on your legs? They’re not harmless. Spider veins (or telangiectasias) are early-stage venous insufficiency, often linked to genetic predisposition, prolonged standing, or hormonal shifts. Left untreated, they can escalate into varicose veins—bulging, painful vessels that disrupt daily life.

Key risk factors:

Heredity: Family history doubles your likelihood.

Pregnancy: Hormonal changes and pressure on veins.

Lifestyle: Jobs requiring prolonged standing or sitting.

Diagnosing the Root Cause

Before spider veins removal Singapore, a vascular ultrasound is critical. This non-invasive scan reveals hidden issues like faulty valves or blood flow blockages, ensuring treatments target the source—not just symptoms.

Top Spider Vein Treatment Singapore Options

1. Sclerotherapy Singapore

A gold-standard spider vein treatment involving micro-injections of a sclerosing agent. The solution irritates vein walls, causing them to collapse and disappear over weeks.

Best for:

Spider veins and small varicose veins.

Painful veins in legs caused by superficial damage. Results: 75–90% success rate with multiple sessions.

2. Laser Therapy

Vbeam laser (595nm wavelength) targets red veins by clotting blood within them, allowing natural absorption. Ideal for spider veins removal Singapore without needles.

Best for:

Red or pink spider veins resistant to sclerotherapy. Recovery: Minimal downtime; veins fade within days.

3. Foam Sclerotherapy

A specialized approach for larger, green/purple veins. A foam agent is injected to block blood flow, collapsing the vein.

Best for:

Persistent spider veins linked to deeper venous issues.

Varicose Veins: When to Seek Advanced Care

Varicose veins in legs Singapore often require endovenous laser treatment (EVLT) or radiofrequency ablation (RFA)—minimally invasive procedures sealing faulty veins with heat.

Key considerations:

Varicose veins pregnancy Singapore: Hormonal therapies may be avoided; compression stockings are safer.

Varicose veins surgery: Reserved for severe cases with ulcers or blood clots2.

Preventing Recurrence

Support stockings and lifestyle tweaks (elevating legs, avoiding tight clothing) reduce strain on veins. For vascular vein disease treatment, early intervention is key—untreated veins can lead to chronic swelling or ulcers.

Choosing the Right Clinic

At Vascular & Interventional Centre, we combine sclerotherapy Singapore expertise with advanced imaging to tailor spider vein treatment plans. Whether you’re battling painful veins in legs or cosmetic concerns, our approach prioritizes long-term vascular health.

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The Best Travel Accessories to Upgrade Your Adventures in 2025

Traveling is one of life’s greatest joys—whether you're jet-setting across the globe or planning a weekend getaway, the right gear can make all the difference. From comfort on long-haul flights to convenience during day trips, having the best travel accessories can transform a stressful journey into a smooth, enjoyable experience. In this guide, we’ll highlight the top travel must-haves for 2025 to help you pack smart, stay organized, and travel in style.

Why You Need the Best Travel Accessories

The difference between a chaotic trip and a seamless adventure often lies in preparation. While you can’t control flight delays or lost luggage, having reliable accessories can reduce stress and save time. The best travel accessories not only offer convenience but also provide security, comfort, and efficiency.

Whether you're a digital nomad, an occasional traveler, or a frequent flyer, investing in quality accessories ensures that you're always ready for anything the journey throws your way.

Top 10 Best Travel Accessories for 2025

1. Smart Carry-On Suitcase

Today’s modern carry-ons come with built-in charging ports, GPS tracking, and organized compartments. Look for lightweight, durable options with 360-degree spinner wheels. Brands like Away and Samsonite have raised the bar for what a smart suitcase should be.

2. Portable Charger (Power Bank)

A dead phone in an unfamiliar place can be a traveler’s nightmare. The best travel accessories always include a reliable power bank. Look for one that supports fast charging and has multiple USB ports. Some even come with solar charging capabilities—perfect for eco-conscious travelers.

3. Noise-Canceling Headphones

Whether you're trying to drown out airplane noise or focus in a bustling hostel, noise-canceling headphones are a must. Brands like Bose and Sony lead the way with comfort and sound quality. They make long flights far more enjoyable and are compact enough to fit in any bag.

4. Compression Packing Cubes

Keep your suitcase organized and maximize space with compression packing cubes. These are especially helpful for longer trips, allowing you to pack more without overstuffing your luggage. They also help you sort items by type, making it easy to find what you need.

5. Travel Pillow with Neck Support

A comfortable travel pillow can be a lifesaver during long flights or bus rides. Memory foam pillows that provide 360-degree neck support are ideal. Look for options with washable covers and compact designs that attach to your luggage.

6. Universal Travel Adapter

Power outlets vary across the globe, so a universal travel adapter is essential for international travelers. Choose one with multiple USB ports and surge protection. This compact item tops the list of the best travel accessories for global adventurers.

7. Waterproof Toiletry Bag

Avoid spills and leaks with a TSA-approved waterproof toiletry bag. Clear, zippered bags are ideal for security checks and help you stay organized. Some even include removable compartments and hooks for hanging in hotel bathrooms.

8. Travel Wallet or Passport Holder

Keep your passport, boarding passes, cards, and currency all in one place with a slim, RFID-blocking travel wallet. These come in stylish, secure designs and protect your personal information from digital theft.

9. Collapsible Water Bottle

Stay hydrated without taking up space. A collapsible, BPA-free water bottle is a great eco-friendly alternative to buying plastic bottles. It's lightweight, easy to pack, and ideal for sightseeing or hiking.

10. Portable Luggage Scale

Avoid overweight baggage fees by checking your suitcase weight before heading to the airport. A compact digital luggage scale is one of the best travel accessories you can carry—especially if you tend to shop during your travels.

Bonus: Apps and Tech Accessories

While not physical gear, travel apps like Google Maps, XE Currency, and TripIt can also enhance your journey. Consider carrying a phone stand, USB cable organizer, and eSIM card for hassle-free connectivity and planning on the go.

How to Choose the Best Travel Accessories

When shopping for the best travel accessories, consider the following:

Functionality: Will this item truly improve your travel experience?

Size and Weight: Travel light. Compact, multi-functional items are best.

Durability: Invest in accessories made from high-quality materials.

Versatility: Choose accessories you can use on multiple types of trips.

Always read reviews and compare features before making a purchase. Sometimes the most helpful items are those you didn’t think you needed—until you did.

Final Thoughts

In 2025, traveling smarter means packing smarter. With so many innovative options on the market, finding the best travel accessories is easier than ever. From tech-savvy suitcases to space-saving essentials, these items can enhance your comfort, safety, and enjoyment—no matter where your travels take you.

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This type of insulation is known for its excellent thermal performance and fire resistance. However, it’s essential to ensure proper installation to avoid gaps and heat loss. These insulating materials are specially crafted to restrain radiant heat energy from penetrating through the roof of a building. When placed in attics and below the roof, they reflect away heat up to fundamentally making it impossible for radiant heat to disturb the interior temperature of a building. This type of insulation is available in a number of different materials, including fibreglass and mineral wool - insulation installers brisbane.

Fiberglass batt insulation is recognized for its contribution to maintaining excellent indoor air quality. However, it can hold onto water and moisture, lowering its ability to block heat transfer and leading to mould and mildew growth. Wear protective gear during installation to avoid skin and lung irritation from tiny glass fibres. Choose based on factors like thermal resistance, moisture resistance, and ease of installation, considering your roof type and climate. To insulate a roof, you can use materials like fiberglass, foam board, or cellulose materials - roof insulation brisbane.

Insulation should be installed between rafters or on the attic floor, ensuring coverage without compressing the material. Ensure that you also seal gaps and cracks to prevent air leaks, enhancing energy efficiency and comfort. Choosing adequate roof insulation is pivotal in reducing energy consumption and maintaining a comfortable indoor environment. The insulation material should effectively regulate the temperature inside the building, minimizing the need for excessive heating or cooling. Considering the specific climate of the region is vital, as some insulation types are better suited for hot, humid areas, while others excel in cold, wet climates.

Rather than trapping heat inside or outside the home, radiant barrier solutions work to reflect the sun’s heat. The most expensive insulation solutions have higher R-values and can be used in much smaller form factors with less material required. Not all homes are built with the most efficient insulation, nor will they have insulation installed at every potential place heat will leak. It almost seems too easy to be true, but even homes in parts of the country that don’t have wild temperature fluctuations can still benefit greatly from proper insulation. For more information, please visit our site https://roofsuckers.com.au/

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Best Ways to Seal Drafts in a 3-Season Room

A 3-season room is the perfect spot to enjoy fresh air without the hassle of bugs or unpredictable weather—until drafts start sneaking in. If you’ve ever tried relaxing with a book only to feel an unexpected chill, you know exactly what I mean. Luckily, sealing those pesky drafts doesn’t require a major renovation. Whether you want a quick fix or a more permanent solution, there are plenty of ways to make your 3-season room comfortable year-round.

Let’s get into the best methods to keep your space cozy, energy-efficient, and draft-free.

Find the Source of the Drafts

Before grabbing a caulk gun or weather stripping, it’s worth figuring out exactly where those drafts are coming from. Even the smallest gaps can let in a surprising amount of cold air.

Here’s a simple way to check for drafts:

Hand Test – Run your hand along the edges of windows, doors, and corners on a breezy day. If you feel cool air, that’s a problem area.

Candle or Incense Trick – Light a candle or stick of incense and hold it near windows, doors, and joints. If the smoke flickers or moves, there’s air coming through.

Flashlight Test – At night, have someone shine a flashlight from outside while you look from the inside. If you see light creeping through cracks, that’s a draft spot.

Once you’ve mapped out the problem areas, sealing them becomes a whole lot easier.

Weather Stripping

One of the easiest and most effective ways to seal drafts is using weather stripping. This works great around windows, doors, and anywhere you notice air leaks.

Types of weather stripping:

Foam Tape – Inexpensive and easy to apply; works well for small gaps.

V-Strip (Tension Seal) – Great for windows and double doors; forms a tight seal when compressed.

Rubber or Silicone Seals – More durable, ideal for larger gaps around doors.

Installation is simple: clean the surface, cut the strip to size, and press it into place. If you notice the tape wearing out after a season or two, just replace it—it’s a quick fix.

Seal Up Gaps with Caulk

If you find cracks or gaps around window frames, door edges, or even along the floor, caulking is a must. It’s a low-cost fix that stops air from sneaking in (or out).

Best spots to apply caulk:

Around window and door frames

Gaps between the walls and floor

Any small cracks where light or air gets through

Use silicone or acrylic latex caulk for exterior gaps and paintable caulk if you want a seamless finish inside. Just squeeze the caulk along the crack, smooth it out with a damp finger or tool, and let it dry. That’s it!

Upgrade to Insulated or Storm Panels

If you’re serious about blocking drafts and want a long-term solution, insulated storm panels can make a huge difference.

Options include:

Removable Storm Panels – Attach these over your existing screens for winter use.

Acrylic or Plexiglass Inserts – A lightweight, cost-effective way to add insulation without fully replacing your screens.

Low-E Glass Panels – More expensive but highly effective at keeping warmth in and cold out.

Adding storm panels essentially turns your 3-season room into something closer to a 4-season space—without the cost of a full remodel.

Insulate the Floor for Extra Warmth

A drafty floor can be just as bad as leaky windows. If your 3-season room sits over a deck or slab, chances are cold air is creeping up from below.

Ways to insulate the floor:

Thick Area Rugs or Carpet – A quick and easy way to block cold air.

Foam or Cork Underlayment – If you’re redoing the flooring, adding a thermal underlayment helps trap heat.

Weatherproof Mats – Good for stopping cold air near entryways.

Even something as simple as laying down a few rugs can make a noticeable difference.

Use Heavy-Duty Curtains or Insulated Blinds

Windows are the biggest source of drafts, but thermal curtains or insulated blinds can help trap warmth inside.

Best options:

Thermal Insulated Curtains – Thick, layered fabric helps block cold air.

Honeycomb (Cellular) Blinds – Designed to trap air in pockets, creating a thermal barrier.

Plastic Window Film Kits – These create an extra layer of insulation and are almost invisible.

For maximum effect, close curtains or blinds at night and open them during the day to let in natural heat.

Door Draft Stoppers: Simple, But Effective

Ever notice how cold air loves to sneak in under the door? A draft stopper (also called a door snake) is one of the easiest ways to fix this.

Options include:

Weighted fabric stoppers – Just place one along the bottom of the door.

Adhesive door sweeps – These stick to the bottom of the door to block gaps.

Automatic door bottoms – A pricier option that seals the gap when the door is closed.

If you’re in a pinch, even rolling up a towel and placing it along the bottom of the door works!

Consider a Patio Enclosure Upgrade

If your 3-season room is still drafty after sealing up leaks, it might be time to think about a patio enclosure upgrade. A professional patio enclosure installer can help replace old, worn-out screens or even add insulated panels to improve comfort.

Benefits of a professional patio enclosure installation:

Better insulation – Keeps out drafts while maintaining airflow in warm months.

Energy efficiency – Helps regulate temperatures without cranking up heating or cooling.

Increased home value – A properly sealed sunroom or screen enclosure adds long-term value.

If you're in Michiana Shores, MI or South Bend, IN, local patio enclosure contractors can customize a solution that fits your space. Whether it’s repairing screens, installing storm panels, or fully enclosing the space, professional upgrades can make a world of difference.

Stay Cozy in Your 3-Season Room

Sealing drafts doesn’t have to be complicated, but taking the time to do it right can transform your 3-season room into a comfortable space all year long. From simple fixes like weather stripping and caulk to larger upgrades like storm panels or professional patio enclosure installation, there’s a solution for every budget.

If you’re looking for expert screen repair or patio enclosure installation near you, Screenmobile serves homeowners and businesses in Michiana Shores, MI and South Bend, IN. Whether you need a quick fix or a full enclosure upgrade, our technicians are ready to help.

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Understanding the Unique Properties of AAC Blocks: Pros and Cons

When it comes to modern construction, Autoclaved Aerated Concrete (AAC) blocks have gained immense popularity due to their lightweight, durability, and eco-friendly nature. If you're planning a construction project in Chennai, understanding the advantages and disadvantages of AAC blocks can help you make an informed decision.

At Chennai Civil Supply, we provide high-quality AAC blocks that meet industry standards. In this blog, we’ll explore the unique properties of AAC blocks, along with their pros and cons, to help you decide if they’re the right choice for your project.

Extra Ideas : Check out other blogs Eco-Friendly Construction Materials: The Future of Sustainable Building

What Are AAC Blocks?

AAC blocks are precast, lightweight, foam-like construction materials made from a mixture of sand, cement, lime, water, and aluminum powder. They are cured under high pressure and heat (autoclaving), making them strong, durable, and resistant to fire and pests.

Key Properties of AAC Blocks

1. Lightweight Yet Strong

3-4 times lighter than traditional bricks, reducing structural load.

High compressive strength (3-5 N/mm²), suitable for multi-story buildings.

2. Excellent Thermal Insulation

Keeps interiors cooler, ideal for Chennai’s hot climate.

Reduces AC dependency, saving energy costs.

3. Fire-Resistant

Withstands fire for up to 6 hours, enhancing safety.

4. Soundproofing Qualities

Reduces noise transmission, perfect for urban buildings.

5. Eco-Friendly & Sustainable

Made from natural materials, low carbon footprint.

Less construction waste compared to traditional bricks.

6. Easy to Work With

Can be cut, drilled, and shaped easily, speeding up construction.

Uniform size ensures precise masonry with less mortar.

7. Moisture & Pest Resistant

Resists dampness and mold growth.

Termite-proof, ensuring long-term durability.

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Pros of AAC Blocks

Lightweight – Reduces dead load on structures, allowing for taller buildings with lighter foundations.

Energy Efficient – Excellent thermal insulation lowers cooling/heating costs.

Fireproof – Enhances building safety in case of fires.

Sound Absorption – Great for homes and offices in noisy areas.

Eco-Friendly – Uses less energy in production and generates minimal waste.

Faster Construction – Larger block size and easy handling speed up work.

Durable – Resists cracks, pests, and weathering better than clay bricks.

Cons of AAC Blocks

Higher Initial Cost – Slightly more expensive than traditional bricks, but saves long-term costs.

Brittle Nature – Requires careful handling to avoid breakage during transport and installation.

Limited Availability – Not all local suppliers stock high-quality AAC blocks (but Chennai Civil Supply does!).

Specialized Fixings Needed – Regular nails/screws may not hold well; requires special anchors.

Curing Time – Needs proper curing to prevent shrinkage cracks.

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Why Choose AAC Blocks from Chennai Civil Supply?

Chennai Civil Supply is a high quality premium Brick and Blocks supplier in Chennai, offering a diverse range of high-quality materials for all construction needs. Trust our expertise and reliability to enhance your projects with top-notch bricks. Elevate your construction materials in Chennai endeavors with the finest AAC Blocks from the industry leaders.

At Chennai Civil Supply, we offer:

Premium-quality AAC blocks with consistent strength.

Competitive pricing for bulk orders.

On-time delivery across Chennai.

Expert advice on the best construction materials.

Chennai Civil Supply is your one-stop destination for Purchasing Construction materials Online and AAC Blocks Supplier in Chennai.

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Website : https://www.civilsupply.in/

Final Verdict: Are AAC Blocks Worth It?

Yes! Despite a few limitations, AAC blocks offer superior strength, insulation, and sustainability compared to traditional bricks. They are ideal for:

Residential buildings (keeps homes cooler).

Commercial complexes (better fire safety).

High-rise constructions (reduces structural load).

For the best AAC blocks Supplier in Chennai, trust Chennai Civil Supply for quality and reliability.

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Exploring the Versatility of XLPE Sheet: Aerolam’s Advanced Insulation Solutions

In today’s energy-efficient world, choosing the right insulation material can greatly impact performance, safety, and cost savings. One standout material that continues to dominate the insulation landscape is the XLPE sheet (cross-linked polyethylene sheet). Known for its exceptional thermal resistance, moisture control, and durability, the XLPE sheet has become a top choice across industries like construction, HVAC, automotive, packaging, and sports.

At the heart of this innovation is Aerolam, a global leader in manufacturing high-quality XLPE sheet products engineered for both everyday and high-performance applications.

What is an XLPE Sheet?

An XLPE sheet is made from chemically cross-linked polyethylene foam. The cross-linking process enhances the polymer’s structure, resulting in improved mechanical strength, temperature resistance, and flexibility. Despite being lightweight, XLPE sheets are known for their impressive tensile strength, shock-absorbing ability, and long-term resilience in harsh conditions.

These properties make them highly effective in insulation, soundproofing, and protective packaging—offering multifunctional solutions in a single material.

Key Features of an XLPE Sheet

Thermal Efficiency: Reduces heat transfer, making it ideal for use in buildings and HVAC systems.

Water Resistance: Closed-cell construction prevents water absorption and mold formation, even in humid conditions.

Soundproofing Capabilities: Effectively blocks noise, making it suitable for residential, commercial, and industrial applications.

Chemical & UV Resistance: Withstands a wide range of chemicals, oils, and environmental exposure.

Flexibility with Strength: Lightweight, easy to handle, and durable—perfect for curved surfaces or custom fittings.

Applications of XLPE Sheet Across Industries

1. Construction

Used in roofs, walls, and flooring to enhance thermal insulation and improve energy efficiency in residential and commercial buildings.

2. HVAC Systems

Installed around ducts and mechanical systems to provide thermal resistance and reduce operational noise.

3. Automotive Sector

Integrated into car interiors for sound insulation, vibration damping, and maintaining cabin temperature control.

4. Protective Packaging

Cushions fragile items during transit while resisting compression and wear.

5. Sports & Fitness Gear

Used in gym mats, yoga mats, and other sports accessories due to its impact resistance and comfort.

Why Aerolam is the Top Choice for XLPE Sheet Products

Aerolam has built its reputation by consistently delivering innovative insulation solutions backed by quality, performance, and sustainability. Their XLPE sheet offerings are known for reliability across various use cases.

What Sets Aerolam Apart?

✅ Premium Manufacturing: Advanced production technology ensures consistent quality and precision

✅ Eco-Conscious Production: Products designed with a minimal environmental footprint

✅ Customized Solutions: Available in multiple thicknesses, densities, and formats to match exact specifications

✅ Exceptional Customer Service: Support teams guide clients in selecting the right insulation materials

✅ Global Distribution Network: Seamless availability across domestic and international markets

Benefits of Choosing Aerolam’s XLPE Sheet

✔️ Boosts energy efficiency in homes, offices, and industrial facilities

✔️ Reduces noise pollution, enhancing comfort and concentration

✔️ Fire-retardant properties for added safety in critical applications

✔️ Long-lasting performance even under extreme temperatures or mechanical stress

✔️ Cost-effective installation with minimal maintenance

Conclusion: Reliable Insulation Starts with the Right XLPE Sheet

The XLPE sheet is a powerful, multipurpose material that delivers superior insulation, flexibility, and resilience. Its wide range of applications makes it a favorite among engineers, contractors, architects, and business owners alike.

When performance matters, Aerolam rises to the occasion—offering dependable, customizable XLPE sheet solutions that meet modern energy, comfort, and safety demands.

Upgrade your insulation strategy today with Aerolam’s premium XLPE sheets—and experience the difference innovation makes.

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Indian Polypropylene Market - Forecast(2025 - 2031)

Indian Polypropylene Market Overview

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PP owns quite similar properties as that of polyethylene, however, it possesses greater resistance toward heat than polyethylene. It is mainly referred to as commodity plastic as it is mainly used in the manufacturing of packaging products such as bottles and bags. Polypropylene is known as a thermoplastic polymer that softens upon heating and can be remolded. The major advantages associated with the use of polypropylene are flexibility, toughness, large thermal expansion, resistance to organic solvent and weak oxidizing agent and high resistance to fatigue.

Many industries across the globe have faced several challenges due to the COVID-19 pandemic. The industries such as packaging, automotive, textile and consumer goods including many others have experienced pitfalls. The production and demand in these industries have declined due to an interrupted supply chain and the cessation of transportation. With the pause in industrial production and distribution, the demand and consumption of polypropylene have been hampered to an extent in several industries in India. Moreover, a decrease in the demand for electrical and electronics has also hampered the Indian polypropylene market size during the pandemic.

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Report Coverage

The report: “Indian Polypropylene Market Report — Forecast (2022–2027)” by IndustryARC, covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments in the Indian polypropylene industry.

By Type: Homopolymer and Copolymer (Block and Random).

By Process: Injection Molding, Blow Molding, Extrusion, Compression Molding, Rotational Molding and Others.

By Structure: Atactic, Isotactic and Syndiotactic.

By Application: Fiber and Raffia, Film and Sheet, Foam, Tape and Others.

By End-Use Industry: Packaging (Rigid Packaging and Flexible Packaging), Automotive (Passenger Cars, Light Commercial Vehicle and Heavy Commercial Vehicle), Building & Construction (Residential, Commercial and Industrial), Medical (Syringes, Medical Vials, Pill Containers and Others), Electrical & Electronics, Agriculture, Consumer Goods, Textile, Furniture and Others.

Key Takeaways

The remarkable growth in the packaging industry is driving the growth of Indian polypropylene market.

Polypropylene plays an important role in several industries such as building and construction, medical, electrical and electronics and consumer goods which are expected to provide significant growth opportunities to increase Indian polypropylene market size in coming years.

Increase in automotive production in India is expected to provide substantial growth opportunities for the industry players in near future in Indian polypropylene industry.

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Indian Polypropylene Market Segment Analysis — By Type

The Homopolymer polypropylene segment held the largest Indian Polypropylene Market share in 2021, with a share of over 62%. Homopolymer polypropylene is a widely-used general-purpose grade of polypropylene. It comprises of propylene monomer in a semi-crystalline solid form. As compared to copolymer, homopolymer owns high strength-to-weight ratio and strength. It holds beneficial properties such as impact resistance, chemical resistance, processability and corrosion resistance. It is widely utilized in applications such as automotive, packaging, healthcare, textile and electrical and electronics. Thus, the beneficial properties associated with the use of copolymer polypropylene is boosting the market growth.

Indian Polypropylene Market Segment Analysis — By End-Use Industry

The packaging segment is expected to grow at the fastest CAGR of 10.2% during the forecast period in the Indian Polypropylene Market. Polypropylene is one of the most widely used materials for packaging applications owing to its low cost, superior barrier properties, high strength and better surface finish. It is also the preferred material for food packaging applications owing to its excellent optical clarity in combination with its low vapor-moisture transmission. It is utilized in several packaging applications such as stationery folders, storage boxes, bottles and crates. Thin-walled polypropylene containers are majorly used in food items packaging. It is also used in several packaging applications such as packaging of consumer products and plastic parts for numerous industries such as automotive, special devices and textile. It can be used in both rigid and flexible packaging. Thus, the increase in demand from the packaging industry is boosting the market growth of the polypropylene market.

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Indian Polypropylene Market Drivers

Surge in production of automotive

Polypropylene is widely used in automotive applications owing to its low cost and superior mechanical properties. The automotive industry accounts for a substantial share of Indian polypropylene market share. It is utilized to produce a wide range of automotive parts such as battery trays and cases, fender liners, bumpers, door trims, interior trim and instrumental panels. These are majorly used in owing to its beneficial properties such as stiffness, processability, superior weatherability and high chemical resistance. There are different types of polypropylenes which is used in automotive applications such as homopolymer, impact copolymer and expanded polypropylene. According to Indian Brand Equity Foundation (IBEF), the government of India is expecting that the automobile sector would attract US$8–10 billion in local and foreign investment by 2023. Thus, growth in the automotive sector is further propelling the demand for polypropylene in the Indian market.

Increase in adoption in the packaging industry

Polypropylene is extensively used in packaging applications for both rigid and flexible packaging. It is mainly applicable to the packaging of major sectors such as food and confectioneries, tobacco and clothing. In rigid packaging, it is utilized to manufacture caps and closures, pallets, bottles, crates and jars. It is utilized for the packaging of food products, cleaning products, bleaches and first-aid products. The properties such as fatigue resistance, high chemical resistance and durability make it a suitable material for packaging. It is majorly utilized as a packaging material as it is waterproof and resistant to moisture. It is resistant to wear, tear and fatigue which makes it suitable for applications that require a high level of physical stress. PP is used for a wide range of industries for packaging such as food and beverages, personal care and cosmetics, household and medical and healthcare. According to the Packaging Industry Association of India, packaging is one of the high-growth industries in India which is growing at around 22–25% per annum. India is becoming a suitable hub for the packaging industry. Thus, growth in the packaging industry is boosting the demand for polypropylene and it also accounts for a significant share of Indian polypropylene market share.

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Indian Polypropylene Market Challenges

Availability of substitute material

Polypropylene is widely used in a range of applications such as food packaging, automotive, personal care and cosmetics, agriculture, consumer goods and medical including many others owing to its low cost and superior properties. However, there is a range of sustainable alternative materials available for PP materials such as paper and bioplastics. Along with this, a new version of flexible PLA is expected to replace PP in food packaging applications. Also, other plastics such as polyethylene, polystyrene, polyethylene terephthalate and polyvinyl chloride. Thus, the availability of substitute materials may hamper market growth.

Indian Polypropylene Industry Outlook

The top 10 companies in the Indian polypropylene market are:

Reliance Industries Limited (RIL)

HMEL (HPCL-Mittal Energy Ltd)

Indian Oil Corporation Limited (IOCL)

Haldia Petrochemicals Limited (HPL)

Mangalore Refinery and Petrochemicals Ltd. (MRPL)

ONGC Petro additions Ltd. (OPaL)

Brahmaputra Cracker and Polymer Limited (BCPL)

Kingfa Science & Technology (India) Limited

Milliken Chemical

Exxon Mobil Corporation

Recent Developments

In June 2020, Indian Oil Corporation announced the selection of LyondellBasell’s Spheripol technology for its new facility in Haryana, India with a polypropylene production capacity of 450 KTA.

In August 2019, Haldia Petrochemicals Ltd (HPL) invested Rs. 8,000 crores in a naphtha cracker unit and polypropylene facility in Odisha.

In February 2019, HPCL-Mittal Energy Ltd. selected LyondellBasell’s Spheripol polypropylene process technology for its new 500 KT polypropylene plant in Bhatinda, India. This process offers low operating and capital costs, superior operability and wide product capability.

Relevant Reports

Polypropylene Foams Market — Industry Analysis, Market Size, Share, Trends, Application Analysis, Growth and Forecast 2021–2026 Report Code: CMR 43241

Polypropylene Catalyst Market — Industry Analysis, Market Size, Share, Trends, Application Analysis, Growth And Forecast 2022–2027 Report Code: CMR 1323

Global Polypropylene Fibers Market — Forecast(2022–2027) Report Code: CMR 55747 

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