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Transform Your Home’s Exterior with Expert Roofing, Siding, Decks, and Windows in Oklahoma City

Your home’s exterior is the first impression it makes—and in Oklahoma City, where weather can be unpredictable and curb appeal matters, having a strong, stylish, and functional exterior is more important than ever. From the roof over your head to the windows you look out of, every element plays a role in your comfort, safety, and home value.

That’s where K & R Roofing LLC comes in. With years of experience and a reputation for excellence, they are your go-to experts for asphalt roofing in Oklahoma City, custom decks in Oklahoma City, siding installation in Oklahoma City, and replacement windows in Oklahoma City. Whether you’re building from the ground up or looking to upgrade your existing space, this team can help you create a home that’s not only functional but also stunning.

Why Exterior Upgrades Matter

While interior design often gets more attention, your home’s exterior is just as critical. A failing roof, outdated windows, or damaged siding not only drags down your home's appearance but can also lead to energy inefficiencies and structural problems. On the other hand, modern upgrades can:

Improve energy efficiency

Increase home resale value

Enhance visual appeal

Boost structural integrity

Provide better protection against the elements

Let’s explore how K & R Roofing LLC can help you transform your Oklahoma City home from the outside in.

Strength & Style with Asphalt Roofing in Oklahoma City

A roof is more than just a finishing touch—it’s your home’s first line of defense against harsh weather conditions. Asphalt roofing in Oklahoma City remains the most popular option due to its affordability, durability, and variety of styles.

Benefits of Asphalt Shingles:

Cost-effective: Offers excellent protection without breaking the bank.

Weather-resistant: Ideal for Oklahoma’s ever-changing weather patterns.

Low maintenance: Requires minimal upkeep compared to other roofing types.

Design versatility: Available in many colors and textures to match your aesthetic.

Whether you need a new roof installation or a replacement for aging shingles, K & R Roofing LLC ensures precision craftsmanship and premium materials that last.

Outdoor Living Elevated with Custom Decks in Oklahoma City

There’s nothing quite like enjoying a sunny Oklahoma afternoon on your own private deck. Whether it’s a space for grilling, entertaining guests, or simply relaxing, a well-designed deck adds value and usability to your home.

K & R Roofing LLC specializes in custom decks in Oklahoma City, designing structures that match your lifestyle and blend seamlessly with your home’s architecture.

Why Choose a Custom Deck?

Tailored design: Choose the size, shape, and materials that suit your family’s needs.

Expanded living space: Create an outdoor “room” for year-round use.

Increased property value: A custom deck is a smart investment with a strong ROI.

Low-maintenance options: Choose from composite materials that are weather-resistant and easy to care for.

From cozy porches to sprawling multi-level decks, the team at K & R Roofing LLC can bring your vision to life.

Protect & Beautify with Siding Installation in Oklahoma City

Your siding does more than define your home’s look—it also protects against moisture, wind, and pests. Over time, siding can crack, fade, or warp, leading to structural issues and reduced curb appeal. That’s why siding installation in Oklahoma City is one of the most impactful upgrades you can make.

Benefits of New Siding:

Energy savings: Modern siding materials offer improved insulation.

Weather protection: Defends against hail, rain, and strong winds.

Aesthetic enhancement: Fresh siding updates your home's look instantly.

Low maintenance: No more repainting or worrying about rot.

K & R Roofing LLC offers a range of siding options—from vinyl to fiber cement—installed with attention to detail and long-lasting results.

Brighten Your Home with Replacement Windows in Oklahoma City

Windows are the unsung heroes of home comfort. Old, drafty windows can make your home feel chilly in the winter and overheated in the summer—not to mention drive up your utility bills. By opting for replacement windows in Oklahoma City, you can enjoy better insulation, improved security, and enhanced aesthetics.

Top Advantages of New Windows:

Lower energy bills: Energy-efficient models help maintain indoor temperature.

Noise reduction: Keep the outdoors quiet where it belongs.

Increased natural light: Brighten your home without sacrificing insulation.

Enhanced safety: Modern windows come with stronger locks and frames.

K & R Roofing LLC installs high-quality, stylish replacement windows that are built to handle Oklahoma’s climate while boosting your home’s overall efficiency.

Why Homeowners in Oklahoma City Trust K & R Roofing LLC

Choosing the right contractor can make or break your exterior renovation experience. With K & R Roofing LLC, you get more than just a service—you get a partner who understands your vision and delivers exceptional results.

Here’s what sets them apart:

Local expertise: They understand the specific needs of Oklahoma City homeowners.

Licensed and insured: Your property is in safe hands.

Customer-focused: Transparent communication and satisfaction guaranteed.

Full-service provider: From roofing to siding and windows to decks—they handle it all.

Whether you’re planning a single upgrade or a complete exterior transformation, the K & R Roofing LLC team offers seamless coordination, expert craftsmanship, and a stress-free experience.

Final Thoughts

Your home is one of your biggest investments—why not make it shine from the outside in? From custom decks in Oklahoma City to asphalt roofing, siding installation, and replacement windows, K & R Roofing LLC is here to elevate your home’s function, safety, and style.

It’s time to enhance curb appeal, boost energy efficiency, and create a more comfortable living space for your family. Reach out to the trusted professionals at K & R Roofing LLC today and start your exterior transformation.

[corensweat]

🌲 road trip.

scott miller x reader Synopsis: when your camping trip with scott gets cut short because of a work emergency, you nearly kill him and every member of storm par, intent on making your ire well known on the drive home. but when you push scott too far, his impatience has other plans. or “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” Word Count: 13.3k Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!, no use of y/n, bdsm, established dom/sub dynamic, pet names (honey, sweetheart, baby), brief mentions of serial killerisms (teasingly… maybe), semi-priv public sex (in a truck), scott has a whore mouth (again), groping, belting (f! receiving), spanking/slapping (f! receiving, breasts & v), oral (m+f), nippleplay (f! receiving), unprotected pinv, orgasm denial, fingering (f), cumplay, breeding A/N: when the "just a quick one shot" turns into a beast... oops? 😬 thank you to my proud sponsor aka the scott rot™️! if you enjoyed, pls feel free to reblog or give it a like and as always, my inbox is open if you want to chat!!! 🤍

On hour two of the drive back to OKC, you think you’ve lost your mind.

What had begun as a much-anticipated weekend road trip with Scott — an incredibly overdue escape, though you weren’t exactly keeping track — had swiftly turned from enjoying the fresh, open air and the promise of an entire weekend distraction-free, to a mountain of frustration that battled the ones in the distance. All because your charming, secretly sentimental boyfriend had wanted a picture of you and the sunset for his lock screen.

If you weren’t so upset about it, you probably would’ve laughed.

But this was the fourth (fourth!) time that something had gotten in the way of your Scott Time, and, look — you needed it. So. Fucking. Badly.

Which was why when his phone had gone off again, after Scott had ignored the voicemails Javi left him, you were so, so very tempted to hurl the fucking thing into the pond. Instead, you sat there, already trying to think of a way to get your lick back with the fact that he was the one who’d insisted that going off the grid meant going off the grid and electronics simply took away from the nature of it all, the hypocritical ass. And you’d watched, with dawning realization and equal devastation, as Scott’s entire demeanor had shifted from peeved that Javi even had the audacity, to shutting his mouth and speaking in yes, sir’s and I understand, sir’s.

Oh, Marshall Riggs was going to get an absolute earful the next time y’all sat down for Sunday dinner.

But first, you had your sights set on Scott. And, quite frankly, he deserved every second of petulant that you were giving him.

When he adjusted the air conditioning, you dropped the temp lower. When he found a good station on the radio, you changed it. When he asked for one of the snacks by your seat, you munched on it first, mumbling a fake apology when you passed him a small piece. And when you finally started talking, it was one word answers: yes, no, dunno, sure, fine, whatever.

And every time he gripped the steering wheel just a little tighter, you felt vindicated by the fact that it was ticking him off.

Good. You were ticked off. And unbelievably, atrociously bored. There were only so many things you could do in his truck while you were half giving him a cold shoulder. And, well, after the last time you’d reached for the volume and he’d caught your wrist with a stern ‘knock it off’, like you were a child, you’d resorted to pouting out the window, then sifting through his middle storage, and then snooping through his glove box.

All of which were boring, in the exact way that only a man’s truck could be boring. Who didn’t have a car Chapstick, but could have packs of gum hidden everywhere? And where were the just-in-case napkins? And what did he even use pliers for?

Your brattiness — no, curiosity — wins over the agitation that still simmers just under the surface. You turn to Scott with a mischievous grin as you hold up the pliers. “Be honest. Are you secretly a serial killer?”

Scott glances at you, then at the pliers, before rolling his eyes with a faint smirk. “Caught me,” he deadpans, his voice carrying just enough sarcasm to draw out your giggle.

“I knew it.” You dig further into his glove box like you expect to find a pair of gloves, which stupidly has you giggling because you’d lost your mind, see, and there was no way there’d actually— Oh. Shit. He really did have gloves. “You’re the worst serial killer I’ve met. Your whole murder kit is in here and you haven’t even tried to kill me yet?”

“Getting close to it, honey,” Scott quips, a teasing edge to his voice that makes your heart flutter. His eyes stay fixed on the road, but you catch the slight twitch of his lips, betraying his amusement.

Until you keep it up, making an exaggerated show of pulling out every item you find, each discovery more dramatic than the last. The subtle tightening of his jaw tells you that rummaging through his stuff is getting more of a rise from him than your earlier silence had. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, the whites of his knuckles glowing under the moonlight, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction at the sight.

Curling your knees to your chest with his newest item in your lap (a bundle of zip ties), you bat your lashes up at him with feigned innocence. “Am I bothering you, baby?”

“Nope.” Scott, to his credit (you pretend it’s not because you’re his girlfriend but because he just chooses to be kind), swallows down whatever shitty retort is on the tip of his tongue as he shakes his head. “Not at all.”

His eyes flick briefly to you, then back to the road, as if anchoring himself, before he plasters one of his obnoxiously fake smiles on that doesn’t reach his eyes. Your own smile slips at the blatant irritation bubbling just beneath the surface, hating that look, knowing he knew you hated when he was fake with you. He reaches over, his hand finding your knee — not in the usual affectionate squeeze, but more as a grounding gesture, a silent plea for you to stop before you push him too far.

“You might want to close that now,” he adds, his voice soft but laced with an unmistakable edge as he jerks his chin toward his still-open glove box. “Before I really lose my patience.”

“But...” you start, pouting a little, your fingers lingering on the edge of the glove box. “I was just having fun. I mean, what else could be in here? Secret spy gadgets? Hidden treasures?”

Scott’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. His patience is fraying, each word clipped and precise as he says, “Close. It. Now.”

You relent, closing it with a dramatic flourish and an equally exaggerated sigh. “Okay, okay. Glove box exploration time is over.”

Scott exhales, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Thank you,” he mutters, though his eyes still carry a hint of irritation as he changes the radio station a couple of times, scowling at the country crooning through his speakers, before just shutting it off.

“You sure you’re okay?” You test, still pushing his limits. You figured that Scott knew you better than that. That you knew him better than that. Nearly seven months together — again, not that you were counting — and he really thought you couldn’t tell when something was off?

You continue, “Just because… Well, you seem a little stressed. Is it because you didn’t get to tie me up and torture me back there by the pond? I mean, I’m sure you’ll get another chance someday, like when cows fly, but—”

“Are you done?” Scott huffs, shooting you a look.

You don’t back down from it, leveling him with your own hard expression. When he’s forced to return to the road, breaking eye contact first, that prideful part of you purrs. He sighs. “I don’t like this any more than you do, but I don’t have any other choice. So sit down, shut up, and stop fucking with my system, please.”

He says the last through gritted teeth, and as much as you loved to antagonize him, you knew when to push and when to not. Putting the last of the stuff back where you’d found it exactly how you’d found it, you stuff your hands under your thighs and pout quietly until he visibly relaxes again.

“You’re not being very nice,” you mumble, the silence that encases you both too much to bear.

Scott runs his tongue over his teeth, then looks over at you, his expression hard. “And you’re lucky I haven’t spanked your ass raw for that attitude yet.” Surprise must flash across your face, because a smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth that he quickly masks. “What? Did you think I would just let all that slide?”

“No.”

Maybe.

“Liar.”

Damn it.

Before you can say anything else, Scott reaches over, gently but firmly tilting your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as his eyes leave the road for a second. “Do I need to remind you of the rules?” he asks, his tone shifting from frustrated to something far more controlled and deliberate — each word laced with a quiet authority that sends a shiver down your spine and makes your blood run hot.

It’s a tone you’ve come to know all too well, one that signals a subtle shift in the dynamic between you, a reminder of exactly who’s in charge.

To anyone else, it might have sounded like another classic Scott lecture — a stern word from someone who was used to being in control. But you knew this side of him intimately well, understood the depths of what he was really asking. This wasn’t just about a conversation or setting you straight; it was a command, a subtle but potent assertion of the power he held over you.

“Answer me,” he prompts, his voice dropping to a low, steady hum that makes your pulse race. “Yes or no, honey.”

“No,” you breathe, testing the waters of defiance.

“Let’s try that again.” Scott’s grip remains steady on the wheel, but the weight of his gaze feels like a tightening hold around you. “No, what?” he asks, his voice low and demanding, leaving no room for anything but the correct response.

You swallow. The tension between you is thick and electric. “No, sir.”

He holds your gaze for a moment that feels like an eternity, long enough for you to actually worry about him being behind the wheel. But a quick glance at the road reassures you — he’s in complete control, staying perfectly between the lines, maintaining a comfortable distance from the cars ahead and behind.

His eyes flicker to your mouth, lingering there with a deliberate intensity. “We’ll see.”

A noise of discontent escapes you immediately when he returns to his side of the truck as if nothing happened, all the air leaving your lungs. We’ll see. That was it? No good girl? It’s a reprimand all on its own, defiance filling you quickly.

What was the point of his rules if he wasn’t going to listen to them?

First with his phone, which had gotten you here in the first place, and now this. You pout, crossing your arms as you glare at the car in front of you, hating everything about this weekend. God, you’d both been so exhausted from the drive to the campsite that you hadn’t even touched him like he’d promised you could **— **on top of the week he’d already instructed you not to touch yourself.

And now Scott was going to be buried in work again. He’d drop you off at home just to drive another hour or two to who the hell knew where, and from there it was back to the office to get the paperwork rolling, call the banks, pouring hour after hour into making sure this deal went through. All because Riggs had decided his time off was more important than yours.

But it wasn’t. You’d waited eons for this. And you were damned if you were going to let both him and Scott stop you.

Slowly, so slowly, you angle yourself toward your boyfriend, his eyes distant as he readjusts in his seat and fishes absentmindedly for a piece of gum to smack on. For a moment you can’t help but admire him, appreciating the way he filled out the seat, the way his jaw worked with the gum, how when he got lost in his thoughts and had a particularly interesting idea he swiped his fingers along his perfect, full mouth.

He was masculine without any effort, intelligent and calculating, and, despite this weekend, was the most attentive boyfriend you’d ever had.

And you ached for him.

Just that tone shift alone — from Scott to sir — had spiked your temperature, leaving you warm with the lack of air conditioning. You knew better than to reach for the knobs, even if the thought of him pinning your wrist down had your thighs pressing together. So you shift forward to unzip his jacket you’d stolen, meaning to shimmy it off, when you catch his eyes on you.

Instead of taking it off completely, you let the gray fabric bunch to your elbows. His eyes slide from the way it now sits on you to your white tank top before focusing back on the road, his gum making that unmistakable snap! he always did. “What’re you doing?” He asks, stealing another glance as you wriggle in the seat.

“Just hot, baby,” you hum, which wasn’t a lie.

But there’s no way to be subtle as you collect your hair into a ponytail and tie it with your scrunchie, just like there’s no way Scott can be subtle as he zeroes in on your hair being up or the fact that your tits jiggle with every bump or dip in the road. His hand flexes on the wheel, quick to snap his attention to the mirrors, as if he’d been checking them in the first place.

You bite back a smile.

By the time Scott is pressing on the brakes, an accident brings the two-lane down to one, one foot is propped up on his dashboard, your head turned to face him with every sigh that leaves your lips. With nothing to pull his attention now other than the slow crawl, his eyes catch yours again, his guard dropping as he falsely believes you’ve listened.

And that’s when you make your move.

“Baby,” you groan, wetting your lips as your fingers brush across his sleeve. Your other hand rests against your knee, slipping down along your thigh while you bat thick lashes up at him. “Can you turn the air on, please? I’m dying.”

“Mhm.” Scott does, following the invisible line your fingers paint across your skin as the air kicks on. The cool air is welcomed and the content noise that leaves you isn’t entirely fabricated. When his hand drops to rest on your thigh, you know he feels how flushed you are under his cold touch. And you know he feels you arch into it. “How’s that? Better?”

“’ Little.” Not even close, but you play it up now that you’ve got him. “Still too hot.”

“Sorry, honey,” Scott’s deep voice is genuine, frowning a bit as he squeezes your thigh. “Got it the lowest it can go. Need me to roll a window down?”

You shake your head. “It’d just bring all the hot air in.” Something he should’ve known, but you couldn’t blame him for being a little distracted. You press on, confident, still inflecting that whine in your voice. “Your hand feels good, though.”

His touch inches up your thigh in response, sure that he’s not even aware he’s doing it. As your touch moves in time with his, you drag your free hand across your chest, pressing against the leather of his seats and pushing a strap off your shoulder. The cool air directly hitting you causes a flurry of goosebumps to rise and your nipples to poke through the fabric, chest rising and falling as you make a show of overheating.

Scott snaps his gum again, removing his hand to tug gently on his jacket. “What did I say about going through my stuff?”

“Oh, you left it at my place. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.” You try to play innocent, but the smile you give him is nothing short of mischievous as you intentionally arch up into his touch. “Do you want it back, sir?”

He’s quiet for so long that you think he’s returned to the road. Instead, his eyes are locked on the thin tank top that clings tight around you. A quiet hum echoes in the back of his throat as he runs his knuckles over the swell of your breast, dragging slowly across your nipple, before he seems to think better of himself and places both hands back on the wheel.

“Keep it.” He grunts, “It looks better on you, anyway.”

“Really?” Despite how you try to hide the happiness from your voice, you fail miserably. Scott didn’t offer many liberties, especially not with his personal belongings. You don’t let the distance keep you far, unhooking your seatbelt and leaning over the center divider to beam up at him.

“Really.” Your heart pitter-patters in your chest when he hums again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. His eyes slide back to the road, still at a slow crawl. “Don’t get any ideas, honey.”

Oh, you had about fifty different ones, most of which included seeing how far you could go down this new avenue. You drop a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling against his cold skin, slipping your arm through his and guiding his hand back to your thigh. Scott squeezes again, a small warning to behave. But since when did you do that?

“Come on,” he taps an index against you after a few minutes, “Buckle up. Safety first.”

“But—” You pout, wrapping your arm around him tighter. He could drive with one hand, and besides, you were barely moving enough for a seatbelt to matter. “You feel so nice. And you’re always away for sooo long, baby. And now you’re gonna be gone again?” Brushing your nose along his jaw, you let your hand drop casually to his thigh. “I just miss you.”

“It’ll only be for a few days.” He shifts under you, chewing his gum slower. No doubt weighing whether he should let this continue or end it early.

“A few days too many.” You feel him inhale as your touch roams, sliding over his muscled thigh and across the zipper of his jeans. He’s already half-hard, the outline of him growing more apparent as you continue, “Do you know how lonely it gets without you? Knowing I can’t cuddle you… Kiss you… Touch you?”

You grope him where you know his weak point is while leaning up to scrape your teeth against his earlobe. His hips lift of their own accord as he instinctively searches for more, his grip on the wheel tightening as he squeezes your thigh in his big hands.

You hide your smile as he thickens under your palm. And smile wider at the growl in his voice as he orders, “Behave.”

“Am I breaking any rules, sir?” With your lips at his ear, every needy breath against him has Scott tensing in response.

Your shorts ride up — and so does his hand, until he’s close enough that you can grind your clothed heat into him. It’s just a single roll of your hips, keeping pressure where you crave him, but it has you whining all the same.

“Please, I missed you so much… I miss touching you, feeling how big you are in my hands…” You drag your palm against his thick length, fully straining against his zipper now, his breath coming out heavy as you grip him. “Please, please, just let me taste you. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise. Wouldn’t I look so pretty with your cock stuffed down my throat? Sounding so pretty as I choke on you?” You whimper against him, the sound small and needy. “Please, sir?”

The combination of your fingers wrapped around him and the feel of your tongue lapping at that sweet spot on his neck has Scott groaning, the noise coming from deep in his throat. Before you can react, he presses you firmly back into your seat, keeping you pinned with his hand across your sternum while you try to fight against the distance he forces between you two.

“Behave.” His gaze meets yours, dark and heavy and no-nonsense.

Your cunt clenches at the authority in his tone, nipples peaking in response. Scott slips his palm under the fabric of your shirt, kneading your heaving chest and rolling the hardened nub between his index and thumb. You writhe at the sensation, a moan spilling out of you, until he pinches you hard enough that you gasp. Just as quick as it happens, he pulls out just enough to bring his palm down roughly against your tit.

The sting of the impact has you arching off the seat as your cry pierces the silence.

Scott presses his index to your mouth in warning as the police lights finally illuminate his truck, the accident off to the side. You’re breathing too heavy to pay attention to it beyond that, not caring about anything happening outside of this truck, and you pass by quickly without any incident.

The air is still heavy as you meet his gaze. And you can’t help when your fingers grip the sides of your shorts to bunch the material in your hands, greedily grinding into the taut seam aligned perfectly with your center.

Scott watches it all silently. “You want to be my good girl?” His fingers draw invisible lines down your thigh, spreading your legs apart with just a touch. You comply easily, nodding as he smooths his hand along your skin and ignites a fire inside you. “Then fucking act like one.”

There’s no warning when he slaps your pussy hard, the denim digging painfully into you. Your hands fly out to grip whatever you can as your hips stir against the pain, crying out as another smack sounds, punishing your disobedience.

And still, you can’t help but whine out for him. “But I need you! I’ve been so, so good this whole time, I swear. Even when you told me not to touch, even when I wanted to so badly— I listened, I swear I did.” Pouting over at Scott, you whimper. “Please, I promise.”

“Go on. Keep it up. Do you think you’re listening now?” His hand tightens to a fist as he rests it hard against the center divider. His gaze pings to the time display on the dashboard, then to you. “The more you misbehave, the longer you wait. Was a week too short, honey? Do we need to extend it to two? Three? Can you even wait that long without disobeying me again?”

You can barely answer, only whimpering out as you press yourself into his arm, careening out of the seat. His hand clasps hard around your wrist when you reach for his zipper again, cutting off whatever noise is in your throat with a low growl.

“If I have to pull over,” he grits out, looking you dead in the eyes, “You won’t be able to walk for a week.”

You level his hard gaze with your own even as your heart pounds heavy, his threat thinly veiled as his grip tightens around your wrist.

And you swear you don’t mean to, but the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Can you go that long without fucking me? If I can’t touch, neither can you. Not a kiss, not a hug, I won’t even let you fuck my mouth!”

As your frustration boils over, you breathe raggedly against yourself, fighting to rip your hand out of his strong grasp. He’s quiet as he watches you, the look in his eyes betraying nothing that simmers underneath the surface.

Calmly, too calmly, he continues driving, following the road as the dark trees pass you by. When he moves off the pavement to turn down a dirt road, your heart flies to your throat.

“What are you doing?” You squeak, looking behind you as if expecting anyone else to follow, but it’s just you on the solitary single lane, his tires crunching on the dirt road. “Scott?”

His mouth stays shut, turning into a clearing of trees. You usually love the outdoors, but the forest around you looks foreboding and eerie, the trees looming large overhead. You glance out the window to the night sky, but there’s not even a twinkle of starlight here. Just inky black nothingness.

He shuts the engine off, taking the headlights with it.

You think you stop breathing.

“Get in the back.” His order is quiet against the silence but travels along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Now.”

As much as you want to protest, the words catch in your throat, refusing to form. Instead, you wordlessly climb over the center divider, dropping his zip ties into the cupholder with a deliberate clink. Your bags, shoved angrily into the back when he’d asked you to pack up, tumble to the floor, landing in a haphazard pile as you settle into the backseat.

The sudden darkness engulfs you, your eyes straining to adjust to the dim light. You can barely make out Scott’s silhouette, his intense gaze fixed on you before he opens his door with a determined click.

Silently, Scott slips out of the driver’s seat, the slam of each door echoing through the night like a final verdict. You hold your breath as he rounds the truck, each crunch of his boots against the twigs and leaves sounding louder than meant to be. The backseat door opens, and he slides in beside you, the leather creaking softly under his weight.

You find your breath again when his hand, warm and steady, smooths around your ankle, his touch both grounding and possessive. He makes room for himself, his presence filling the confined space with an electric charge. The air grows thick with anticipation as you sit there, the darkness around you deepening, your heart pounding in your chest.

Scott’s fingers trail up your leg with deliberate slowness, each movement precise and controlled. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze holding you hostage. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you?” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes dart to either side of you, searching for some sort of escape. But it was too dark outside to see, the woods maybe terrified you a little bit without Scott by your side, and even if he chased after you — and you weren’t bratty enough to do that — you had absolutely no idea how to get back to a road, let alone the road.

And, well, you didn’t really want to get away from him. Just the punishment you knew he would dole out for your disobedience.

Still—

“I thought we had to get back to the city,” you squeak out, voice trembling against your better efforts as you try to plead your case to deaf ears, “Riggs– Riggs said you needed to be back, right? And you know how far my place is from your office, and—”

“We have time for this,” Scott interrupts, his voice firm, a low rumble that leaves no room for argument. He presses his index to the pout of your mouth, silencing you. It sends a jolt of electricity through you, your breath hitching as you squirm under his grip, eyes wide and pleading.

If you were a deer in headlights, Scott was a hunter. And he was a damn good hunter.

Scott’s beautiful mouth curves into a grin, his eyes darkening with a hint of amusement. He leans in closer, his presence overwhelming, the scent of leather and the outdoors mingling with his intoxicating scent. The tension in the air thickens, every sound amplified by the stillness of the night. The rustling leaves outside, the distant hoot of an owl, even the faint hum of the truck’s cooling engine — all seem to echo the pulsing beat of your heart.

You can feel the rough texture of his jeans against your skin as he shifts, making himself comfortable, his body pressing against yours in the confined space. His hand, warm and commanding, moves from your mouth to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your lips.

“You’re not going anywhere until I say so,” he states, his eyes gleaming, all possession and affection. His words wrap around you like a promise, binding you to this moment, to him.

You swallow hard, your throat dry, the gravity of everything sinking in. Scott’s eyes lock onto yours, a silent command for your complete attention. His other hand slides down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before settling on your waist, pulling you even closer.

“Relax,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re safe with me.”

Your lashes flutter as a noise sounds in the back of your throat, caught between a plea and a whimper. You trusted Scott more than anything, and knew, without question, without fear, that he would never do anything you didn’t want.

And god, you wanted him bad enough that it ached.

“I need you to understand a few things, honey,” Scott continues, his voice still that deadly calm, his finger dragging slowly down your chin, tracing a deliberate path down the column of your throat. “I can tolerate you being upset. I’m not happy about it, either, despite what you might think.”

He pauses for a moment, letting his gaze lock onto yours, his eyes dark and unwavering. “But what I won’t tolerate,” he says, his tone sharpening as he closes his hand around your throat with a possessive grip, “is your disrespect.”

“But—”

“Shut up.” Scott’s voice is a low, dangerous growl as he tightens his hold on you, his thumb pressing firmly into your pulse. The pressure is confident and calculated — the kind of control that comes from having done this countless times before. “I’m not done.”

Defiance bubbles up and fights Scott at every turn, and despite the way you wriggle under him, your eyes grow hazy with need at the feel of his hand around your throat. God, you knew exactly what those hands were capable of; sweet, delicious torture, doling punishment and reward with equal passion. “But—”

“Why can you never fucking listen?” His voice drops to a growl that vibrates against your ear, his body shifting so that his weight presses down on you. You whimper at the added pressure, your fingers instinctively fisting the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold onto something solid.

Scott notices. With a swift motion, he knocks your wrists away, gripping both of them together with a firm, unyielding hold. When he pins them above your head, possessive and commanding, you can’t help but moan, growing pliant under his weight.

“Maybe I do need to remind you of my rules,” he says, his voice a dangerous purr, “since you seem to like breaking them.”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Every word is low and steady, completely in control. “You’re going to pay attention now, aren’t you? You’re going to listen to every word I say.”

Your pulse races under his thumb, the pressure making it difficult to focus on anything other than the commanding presence of his body pressed against yours. The conflicting emotions — fear, need, frustration — swirl together, drawing the breath from your lungs.

Scott’s eyes meet yours again, the dark intensity he’d first set on you softening slightly. “Do you trust me?” He asks, his voice barely more than a whisper, carrying with it both a challenge and an invitation.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe. Always.

“Good.” He presses a tender kiss to your temple and cheek, nudging his nose into the curve of your shoulder and kissing the column of your throat. Your body responds in kind, arching up into his generosity, the calm before the storm, as he slowly releases his hold on you. One tap against your wrist is a silent order to keep them there, and you thread your fingers together, looping them into the door grip as he kisses his way back up to your mouth. “Because you’re going to hate me tonight.”

You want to tell him that such a thing is impossible — there was nothing Scott could do that would make you hate him, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he was sometimes — but he doesn’t give you a chance to speak. Lifting you up, or at least as much as he can in the truck with his hulking size, Scott draws a hand around the curve of your waist, pushing his jacket aside to expose more of you.

“Take this off.” He orders. His expression melts back into one of superiority, one you’re all too familiar with, and you try not to pout when he continues with, “I changed my mind. I want it back.”

“Want what back?” You hum, fingers twitching. You debate the pros and cons of pointing out that you can’t take off his jacket with your hands still pinned in place, but bite your lip instead. You were already pushing the envelope — a lot — by feigning innocence.

“You know what.” Sensing that you’re still… sort of… listening, Scott, taps your wrist twice, freeing you of your position. Under his tone, your fingers close around the material of his comfortable clothing, lifting to slip it fully off your frame. You drop it next to your stuff with your eyes trained on his. “When I’m convinced you can behave, I’ll consider giving it back.”

That snaps your mouth shut. Pressing your lips together, you nod as you place your hands back in their previous position, the only tell that he’s satisfied by your change of heart being a slight twitch of a smile.

“I didn’t say you were done,” he drags his gaze along the length of you, his touch following where his eyes roam until he hooks a finger around the belt loop of your shorts. “Take these off, too, and turn around.”

Electricity charges through you at the command in his voice. Your movements are slow, careful, as you try not to bump into anything as you slide out from under him and remove your shirt. Your shorts follow, but he stops you as you hook your thumbs under the waist of your panties, both of his large hands sliding on your hips to face you opposite him.

He’s massive against you, your back pressing against his chest as his hands roam freely, trailing up the length of you and then down your arms to place your hands back in their previous position, fingers curling around yours in a silent gesture. And then his touch returns, calloused fingertips dragging over every spot of your soft skin, cupping your breast in his hand as he sighs against your neck.

You feel the hard length of him straining against his jeans as he pulls you to him, every caress coaxing a fire in you. Even though you want nothing more than to touch him, to take him into your hands, he has you caught. You really wanted that jacket.

And you hated disappointing him.

His touch wanders to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his hand before he smooths a hand up your spine, signaling for you to bend over. You comply with shallow breaths, the warmth of him missing when he puts even more space between you.

“How many times do you think you disobeyed me tonight, honey?” He asks, the question making your heart stutter. He continues to knead your skin, but with your angle, you can’t see anything happening behind you. “I’ll let you guess.”

You try to think back, but everything is hazy now. When you got in these moods — which was more often than not — you had a hard time telling which rules were broken and which weren’t, because, well, you tended to do it a lot. And you knew Scott well enough by now that even if you guessed any number, it wouldn’t be specific. It wouldn’t be right. Guess lower, and he’d add more. Guess higher, and he’d use your number, then remind you of the true one after it was all said and done.

A gasp escapes from you as your eyes flutter shut. Fuck. “I– I don’t know, sir.”

If he’s surprised, he doesn’t let it show. Instead, he just hums, adjusting the twisted straps of your underwear higher up on your hips. “Thirty-two times.” He lets that sit heavy in the air for a moment, your breath stalling in your throat. “You know what happens when it gets that high, honey.”

“You use the belt,” you whisper, the words barely audible.

Scott nods. “Mhm. I use the belt.” The soft, metallic clink of his buckle coming undone is followed by a steady hand against your hip, smoothing circles along your skin as you begin to tremble in anticipation. “Shhh. You know the rules. Count.”

The first point of contact is always the worst. He lets the moment play out, your body tensing and easing as you wait for any sign that it’s coming, but he gives no indication when he stops touching you. And then the sharp sting as leather meets your rear, the folded-over halves biting into you with practiced efficiency.

Your eyes squeeze shut, fingers tightening around the handle as you gasp out, “One.”

By the end, your muscles are taut and your backside is red and flaming, your whimpers spilling freely from your mouth. It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to hold yourself up, trembling with exertion. Scott rubs his hand along your curves, having given equal attention to both cheeks, a content noise sounding in the back of his throat as you still careen toward him.

“Last one, honey. You’re doing so good.” He praises quietly, the only encouragement you need as his belt goes sailing toward you again, leaving another welt in its wake.

“Thirty-two!” Escaping through gritted teeth, you jerk forward with the impact, breathing hard and heavy when you hear the clink of his belt falling to the floor.

Scott taps twice along your stomach as he brings you up to his chest, careful to leave space between you as he smooths over your sore muscles, easing the pain. He presses kisses along your throat, your shoulder, letting you shake against him as you lulls you down from the high, every touch soft and affectionate. “That’s it, I know… Shhh… Did so good for me, honey…”

Each sweet nothing brings you down, continuing to press kisses against your skin until your breathing evens out. Scott sets his hands to your hips, holding you firmly, nudging the space just behind your ear.

“If you just listened, I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He reminds, letting your hands drift over his. Despite the softness of his tone, you still catch the authority seeping through every word, and you know it’s far from over. “I don’t like how you spoke to me today, honey.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you breathe, meaning them truthfully. Scott presses another kiss to your skin in acknowledgment. “I was just upset. I wanted to spend this weekend with you, and—”

“Am I not making this time now?” He questions, cutting you off. When his touch wanders between your thighs, fingers circling your clothed clit, soaked despite his brutal treatment, he groans against you. “What was it you said earlier… That I couldn’t touch you? That you wouldn’t let me?”

Vaguely, through your hazy mind, you remember saying that. But you keep your mouth shut, quiet little noises escaping as he continues to please you, easing away the pain he’d caused. Your desire for him, so neglected because of his orders, coils deep inside you as he recites your perfect tempo — having spent hours exploring, learning, and committing what you enjoyed to memory.

“Let’s make one thing abundantly clear,” he continues. “Every part of you is mine to touch, spank, suck, lick, and fuck as I please. Any time. Any day. Any place. Those are the rules you agreed to. If I want you just like this…” Adding pressure, he holds you up as your knees buckle against him, “I will, for as long as I want. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Your words come out shaky, breath hitching with every skilled circle of his fingers. “I understand, sir.”

“Then show me you understand.” Within a second his touch is gone, leaving you delirious as you search for him. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you, twisting to watch him slip off his shirt, then ease himself down on the backseat with a foot firmly planted on the floor. His fingers hover over the button on his jeans, flipping it open as his dark gaze trains on you. “Come here.”

You comply immediately, drawing forward as his hand slips in your hair. Scott pushes down the restricting fabric, slipping his hand into his black briefs, freeing himself from his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and veiny and dripping with precum, his fist stroking himself as he holds you there, coating his length with his desire.

“Look what you do to me,” he whispers, drinking in every shallow breath, the way your eyes remain fixed on his hand, how your hips stir with every twist like you imagining yourself riding him. “Even when you’re a fucking brat, I can’t get enough of you, honey. Always so fucking hard for you. You have no idea…” He releases himself to cup your chin, spreading himself over the swell of your mouth. You greedily taste what he offers, tongue lapping at him before sucking on the tip of his thumb. “I’d spend an eternity inside you if I could.”

Those words — the claim, the rare admission — makes your heart somersault in your chest.

Without waiting for his command, you crawl between his legs and sink to draw your hand along his jean-clad thigh, a silent plea echoing in your eyes. As he wets his lips, you grip his length in your hand, his girth barely allowing you to wrap fully around him. Scott’s breath hitches as you stroke him exactly how he prefers, your hand sinking lower with each slow, deliberate movement.

He’s hot and heavy in your hand, the tip of his cock as pink as his lips, and you pay special attention to it, thumb smoothing along the sensitive underside of him. The soft action has his hips bucking up into your touch, breath hissing between his teeth as he wraps your hair around his fist.

No matter how many times you were in this position, nothing changed how exhilarating it was to have brief a moment of power over him.

When you move to take him into your mouth, your tongue flat and eager, Scott wraps his fingers around your throat, that playful glint in his eyes replacing quickly with hellish intent.

“Did I tell you that you could touch?” He murmurs, releasing his grip on your hair to pluck your hand off him.

You want to point out that he didn’t seem to have a problem with that when he’d been half-thrusting into your hand, but the look in his eyes silences the retort on your lips. So you let him grip your wrist, and your throat, sure he can feel the heavy pound of your pulse as you whimper at the interruption.

“I just want a little taste,” you plead, jutting your bottom lip out and batting your thick lashes up at him through a heavy-lidded gaze.

Scott just shakes his head. And you feel the coil of defiance begin again.

“Don’t you want my tongue on you, sir? Licking up every thick inch of you? Seeing how much I can take in my hot little mouth?” You know you’re pushing it with how his grip on your wrist tightens, but fuck, you needed to feel him, to touch him, especially after he’d denied you the pleasure of it for so long.

You shift so your free hand wraps around his shaft again. Scott grunts as he watches you play with him, your small hand moving effortlessly along his girth. With both his hands occupied, he has nothing to stop you from doing what you want, what you need, as your gaze flickers down to openly admire his masculinity. “Don’t I look so pretty when I choke on you, baby?”

Despite how his gaze darkens and he twitches in your hand, Scott releases your wrist enough to rest his hand on the edge of the backseat, his brow raising. “You’d look prettier if you listened, sweetheart.”

The condescending nickname rolls through you, your face twisting in disgust at it — he knew you hated it, knew it reminded you of the old men who often tried to make passes at you. It disgusts you enough that you release him from your grip, watching a smile slowly spread on his face.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to sound weak with his fist still around you.

“And I thought I told you to listen, but you don’t seem to be doing a good job of that even after the belt.” He shifts his grip from the front of your neck to the back of it, pulling you closer. “What’s my name?”

You hesitate at how hard his gaze is trained on you. “Sir.”

He nods. “And what did you call me earlier?”

Oh. As the dots connect, realization flickering across your features, Scott’s eyes mirror your understanding. He doesn’t give you a chance to say it, continuing, “Until you can learn to listen, you don’t get to cum until I say so.”

You wait for a day, an end time, something that’ll make counting the days at least a little worthwhile — but it never comes. Instead, he just stares at you, waiting for you to defy him again, waiting for you to open your mouth, to push back. But his fingers twitch like he’s going to reach for his belt again, and the thought of that on your already raw backside makes a whimper escape.

“I understand, sir.”

His gaze softens for a moment — and a small part of you hopes that he changes his mind, that he’ll take it back… But Scott was never that type of man. Once something was final, it was final. No amount of begging or pleading could win your case.

He cups your face in his hands like he knows what he’s asking may push you past your breaking point. Never in the months you’ve been together has he implemented something indefinitely, but you’ve never pushed back this much. When his mouth roams over yours, gentle given the circumstances, you taste the sharp spearmint of his gum as his tongue explores you, soothing your whimpers and whines until you’re somewhat relaxed under his touch.

“Are you going to be a good girl if I let you blow me, honey?” He asks, lips ghosting over your mouth, your jaw, pressing a kiss against the column of your throat. You nod, not trusting your voice. “I mean it. No whining. No pleading. No biting.” His gaze flickers up to yours as a memory passes through both of you, your cheeks heating up, caught. He knew you too fucking well. “If I want you to choke on me, you’re going to choke. If I want you to wrap those pretty lips around my head, you will. And if I want your mouth not on me at all…”

“I’ll listen, sir,” you promise, breathless, squirming with need.

Scott’s eyes flash with approval, pressing one more kiss to your mouth before he settles back down against the leather. You follow, slow, cautious, your hands pressing into his thighs as he grips himself.

And when you wrap your lips around him, everything else fades away. You take him at his pace, slower than you would prefer but dutifully obeying his silent instructions, your hair coiled around his fist. The taste of him on your tongue has your eyes glazing over with desire, flickering up to watch him watch you, your head bobbing around his length, spit sliding down his shaft as he makes you take him deeper, deeper, until he’s hitting the back of your throat and there’s still inches between you.

Scott groans as he pushes you further, trained on how your body instinctively fights him, taking his cock entirely in your mouth when your nose brushes the soft skin of his abdomen. Your core drips with need, soaking your panties, at the guttural sound that escapes him: all masculine and intoxicating. You crave more of it, more of his approval, more of him — but he pulls you off with a pop, a trail of saliva traveling from his swollen head to your mouth, before doing it again and again, each time longer than the last.

“So fucking good,” he pants, pulling you off him again, his eyes blown as you suck on his tip like a lollipop.

Your tongue swirls around his head, wrapping your hands around the rest of him that you don’t swallow, little moans escaping.

And then he’s pressing you back down again, his grip holding you stationary as he thrusts into you like he can’t help himself, every action powerful and erotic as the sound of your throat taking his vigorous pace fills the truck. As he fucks your mouth, you knead your breast in your hand, pinching hard at your nipple when the desire to slip your hand between your thighs nearly overcomes you.

Scott watches it all with a growing arousal, his voice deep as he groans. “Fuck, honey, just like that. Want you to remember this next time you think of talking back,” he says, eyes closing briefly at how good you feel. “So fucking perfect with my cock down your throat. Does that make you hot, honey? Wanna rub that fucking clit while I fuck your face?”

You moan around him in response, something between a yes and a please that sounds more muffled than an actual word. Every time you take him deeper you feel that hot flash of aching desire pulse through you, your blood hot, sure that even through your panties you were dripping all over his leather seats.

The thought has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Scott’s growls turn positively primal as he pulls you off. “Keep making that face and I’m gonna cum right down that pretty throat.” He lifts enough to bring you to your knees, wrapping an arm around you to pull you flush against him as he drags his heavy touch along your naked frame. “You don’t want that, do you, honey? Fuck, I can smell how soaked you are for me.”

He wastes no time as he slips his hand beneath your panties, fingers sliding easily between your slicked folds as he groans. “My dirty girl. You like my filthy fucking mouth, honey, is that it?” Scott pushes a finger inside you, your body arching up into his as you nod, a breathy noise escaping. “Like when I tell you how good you feel? How fucking hard it gets me? How I dream about fucking you every single night when I’m away?”

God, yes. You assumed — but never asked — about what he thought when he couldn’t be near you, but the confirmation that you were on his mind just as much as he was on yours makes you clench around his finger.

“I’m gonna taste you,” Scott promises, his voice ragged. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you in the city.”

It’s all the warning you get before he presses you down onto the seat, his mouth capturing yours as he settles atop you. Your body is pliant underneath his, gripping every inch of him, while he trails his mouth along your soft skin. Fuck, you felt like heaven to him — so smooth to his calloused hands.

And you made the prettiest noises when his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking and flicking at the hardened nub before giving equal attention to the other, all too aware of how your hips roll helplessly as he kisses his way down your tummy.

“I love how desperate you get,” he groans, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties, drawing them down your legs. He nudges your legs apart with his nose, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin of your thigh. Thick fingers spread your folds apart as he takes you in, the touch making you reach for something to hold onto.

“Please,” you whine, running your fingertips along his shoulder, propping yourself up as he sucked a possessive mark into your thigh. Scott just hums, moving to the other, relishing in the sharp intake of breath as he nips at you. “Please make me feel good, sir?”

“You gonna be good for me?” He asks again, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, his question serious as he nears the apex of your thighs.

You nod, tongue darting out between your lips as his focus momentarily breaks, darting down to watch how his fingers slide effortlessly over you, teasing your clit. “I’ll be good, sir, I swear.” Just as long as he keeps touching you like that, you’ll agree to anything.

Scott hums, playing with you for long enough that you think he’ll tease you into oblivion. But then his tongue darts out. licking a hot stripe up your center, and he groans, and you… You have just enough time to fall back to seat before his mouth is upon you.

The way he claims you with his tongue makes the wait worth it. Scott isn’t shy about feasting on you, his wet fingers slipping to spread your thighs further apart for him, lapping at you like your pussy is a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Every swirl of his tongue, every flick against your clit, every long drag that has you gasping for breath, your mouth falling open while he readjusts his grip to keep you steady.

Scott groans as he collects your desire on his tongue, pulling back enough to revel at how spread open you are for him. He spits, the lewd action making your head spin, before his fingers rub it through your folds, circling your entrance while his other reaches up to knead your breast.

“I wish we had hours for this.” The admission is low in his voice, ragged from claiming you, pressing a kiss to your thigh as you try to still your hips against his torturous fingers. “Just as sweet as I remember, honey. Better. Fuck, you taste so…”

He doesn’t finish his thought, descending upon you again as his mouth attaches to your clit. You cry out at the special attention he gives it, teasing you just right, his tongue swirling and flicking and lips closing around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips move on their own accord, fingers digging into his brown curls as you grind in time with his tongue. Scott gasps as his touch abandons you to stroke himself, the angle uncomfortable in the cramped space of his backseat.

You clamp down on your bottom lip when your orgasm builds faster than you expect it to, hoping to stifle the increase of noise as he brings you closer and closer. Scott just keeps his brutal pace, those dark blue eyes drinking in the sight of you.

“Sir—” Your breath comes out hot when he groans, the vibrations of it nearly toppling you over the edge. You want so desperately to listen, fighting the way he coaxes it quicker, something heady and mischievous sparkling in those eyes, but it’s too much, he’s too much, that invisible rubber band pulling tighter and tighter, your control slipping, the wet sounds of his tongue dragging over your heat too much to bear—

You scream out as Scott pulls away entirely from you, all that tension coiling tight with nowhere to release, and watch helplessly as his expression flickers somewhere between smug and disappointed. You tremble against the loss, little twitches that give away how close you were from disobedience, your whine high and keening.

“Oh, honey, were you close?” Scott coos, his tone full of condescension as he rests his cheek on your thigh, an evil, wicked, vile grin teasing the corners of his mouth. You glare at the dimple in his cheek. “You think I’m dumb enough to not know when you are? That your pussy doesn’t tell me when you’re trying to be quiet? I know all your tells, honey. Every. Single. One.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, his palm coming down hard against your open heat. The slap has you spiraling, a cry escaping you as your back arches up off the leather, the pain lingering uncomfortably as your ass grinds against the seat. Scott wastes no time crawling up your body, swallowing all your pitiful noises as you taste yourself on his tongue.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he pulls away. “Not tonight, honey.”

Your heart seizes in your chest at the confirmation — having suspected it, but half-hoping that he’d forgive your past sins if you were good enough. Scott just grins, lifting so all his weight isn’t settled atop you, running his hands down the still-twitching frame of your body, pushing his jeans down further as one hand drags along your hip.

“Please?” You beg, taking his face in your hands, blinking big doe eyes up at him. “I can’t—”

“You can.” His confidence in you is unwavering, pausing his movements to give you his undivided attention. One kiss, two, three, to the corner of your mouth, each softer than the last, bringing you down from a high he stole away. “We’ll test those limits properly another time. I have so many ideas…” He trails off with a groan, seeming to think better of listing all the ways he could make you bend to his will. “But you can. And you will.”

A whimper escapes at the finality, but you manage a weak nod. It’s all the encouragement Scott needs to draw your leg around his hip, slotting himself between your parted legs. The weight of him dragging through your slicked folds presses a gasp into his shoulder, your arms sliding around his broad frame.

And then he’s sinking into you, stealing the breath from your lungs as your taut body stretches to accommodate his size.

He’s massive — and delicious and throbbing and every other perfect word in the dictionary as you forget how to breathe, how to think, the more he buries himself inside you. You hear his strangled moan against your neck as your head tosses back, pulling him closer, hissing as he draws back just to press right back into you.

He works you just like that for what feels like hours, pushing and pulling, slow as he presses kisses to your skin, holding your hips steady. You know he’s holding himself back, that he’s letting your body get used to him after so long apart, after little more than a press of his fingers and tongue at your entrance. It makes your heart flutter in your chest — he could have fucked his way ruthlessly through you and you would’ve taken every second of it just the same, but the fact that he pauses to take his time now, to lengthen a moment that he shouldn’t be having in the first place…

God. You loved him.

You both moan as he bottoms out inside you, his hips driving forward just a little further on instinct. “Fucking missed this,” Scott pants, careful as he slides a palm under you, lifting your ass off the seat to thrust inside you again. Your gentle touch trails across his broad shoulders and down his arms, a silent message for him to keep going.

And then he fucks you like he promised.

It’s a combination of everything: the time apart, the time you had left, how neither of you could seem to get close enough to each other. He splits you apart and brings you back together with every snap of his hips, filling you exactly how you need, gasping against each other as you angle up to meet him halfway.

Your mouth presses feverishly to his, the sound of your desperate moans filling the small space against the way your body greedily accepts his. Scott stalls his tempo just enough to pull away, sliding his hands back to your hips to lift you onto him before returning to his brutal pace, the new angle giving you a perfect view of his cock stretching you out.

“Being so good for me,” Scott hums, pleased, his fingers splaying over your belly as he ruts deeper into you. The intensity of it, of him, makes you blink back stars as his heady gaze is trained on yours, grabbing onto him as he continues, “Feels so fucking good, honey, fuck.“

Your eyes slip down to watch as he slides in you, the sight of him hard and coated with your arousal making you moan. Scott grips the back of your neck to keep you there, your body curled up into whatever mold he desires, pressing your knee back to the cushion as he shifts himself closer.

“Dirty fucking girl, you like that?” Scott’s voice turns guttural with how you tighten around him, your pretty moans like music to his ears, “Like watching your little pussy take my cock? Seeing how fucking good I stretch you out?”

You nod, another moan spilling from your mouth, only to whimper when he slides fully out of you. The crude smack of his cock against your clit only makes you hotter, your skin on fire as he plays with you, always in control. “Tell me,” he groans, teasing as he grinds himself against you. “Let me hear you, honey.”

“I love it,” you pant, unable to tear your gaze away from his thick length. You want desperately to reach down and press him where you crave him most, but you resist, fingers curling into fists at his sides as you plead, “Please fill me up, sir, I need it. Need you to fuck me, need you to claim me, need you to make this little pussy all fucking yours, please.”

It’s all Scott needs to press into you again, his pace hard and demanding with your wishes. He slides an arm underneath you to hold you steady, his teeth leaving marks on your neck, your shoulder, your collar, pressing moans into your skin with every rough piston of his hips, the sound of skin on skin, and your hard, labored breathing filling the space. And then he’s flipping you over, your hands and knees pressing into the leather as you push back against him, delirious with the new angle as he tugs you up, your back to his chest.

The possessive, strong grip on your waist slides up to knead your breast while he thrusts into you from behind, his lips at your ear, growling every profanity under the sun.

“This what you want, honey?” His hips snap hard into you, the contact against your sensitive ass making your eyes roll back into your head. The mix of the pleasure and the pain he gives you is unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. Scott always finds the perfect balance, his hand sliding between your thighs to tease your clit, your body wanton against him. “Being claimed? Owning you completely?” At your answering moan, he grins. “Could you handle it? Being mine in every way?”

“Yes,” you moan, trying in vain not to swirl your hips and failing, searching for more while he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “I’m already yours, sir.”

“Yeah, honey, I feel it.” They come out strangled as you clench around him, your body responding eagerly to every touch. “So sweet right now, aren’t you? Wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” You whimper out as he angles himself deeper inside you, hitting that spongey spot in time with his ministrations. It’s hard to breathe, hard to think, as he finds the perfect pace to drive you closer to the edge, dangling just on the precipice of release. “Bet you’d agree to anything right now just to cum, wouldn’t you, honey?”

Head tossing back against his shoulder, you dig your nails into his jeans where you hold him to you, looking at but not seeing the reflection of how he commands you, his mouth drawing along your neck. “Please,” you beg, trembling with the exertion of holding yourself together. “Scott— Sir, please, I’m so close—”

“I know.” Cooed, mockingly, along the column of your throat, he ceases every torturous move as he stills inside of you, his hands quick to press your hips down against his. The sudden lack of attention makes you cry out, chest heaving, as he steals your orgasm away again, the frustration and desire mixing until you’re growling through clenched teeth.

Scott just grins, watching it all with a gleeful expression, that dark look swirling in his eyes as he doesn’t dare move an inch. “You can be as nice as you want, honey,” He presses a patronizing kiss to your shoulder, that alone having you twitching against him, small little sounds that you can’t control escaping as he toys with your fraying edges. “I’m still not letting you cum tonight.”

“But—” You think better against talking back, clamping your mouth shut as you whimper again. “When?”

“When you’ve earned it.” Scott slides his hands over your body, dragging along your peaked nipples, taking both breasts in his large hands and groaning as he touches you. “You want to earn it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp automatically, your hands fisting handfuls of his brown locks as he sucks another possessive mark on you. “Please, sir.”

“How far would you go?” His voice carries that inquisitive tone that speaks of danger, the kind that has your cunt fluttering around him in response. He grunts against you at the sensation, still unmoving, just thick and hard and throbbing in you enough to leave your mind reeling. Your breath stalls when his touch wanders down to press at your belly. “Would you let me cum inside you?”

Every thought in your brain scatters at those words, wanting and needing before you can even voice it. He’s never asked; always pulling out to paint your chest, your back, your face. But the way he asks, his voice quiet yet desperate, the unmistakable edge to it that tells you he’s been thinking about it for a while, waiting for the right time, the right moment — suddenly his insistence on if you’d brought your birth control comes to the front of your mind, and you know. Know he’s been planning this. That if it weren��t here, it would’ve been sometime this weekend.

Scott is patient as he lets it all sink in, studying you, waiting for a shift of an expression, or your body responding against his desires. Something dark awakens in him at your whimper of approval.

“You’d look so fucking pretty like that,” he continues, slowly resuming his pace, much slower now than it was before, as he groans every fantasy he’s dreamt of for the past week into you. “So full of my cum… It wouldn’t all fit, would it, honey? But you’d beg me, wouldn’t you? Beg me to fuck it deeper in your sweet cunt?” Your breath labors as he grunts out, teeth sinking into your skin. “Beg me to put a baby in you?”

Fuck, yes.

You writhe against him with every word out of his mouth, your moans spilling freely as you nod, desperate, agreeable, unaware of how much he wanted it, obsessed about it. How the sight of you in his clothes made him want to put a ring on your finger, how every time you came over to his place he had to fight to ask you to move in, how the idea of your belly swollen with his child made him so horny he couldn’t think about anything else some days, how the thought of you and forever were so intertwined to him now that he couldn’t imagine anyone else to spend the rest of his life with.

All sappy, sentimental things that he didn’t dare voice, locked tight between his teeth, letting only a little spill out.

The need to own you, to claim you, was overwhelming. Scott wanted nothing more than to fuck you hard enough to make your brain flicker off until you couldn’t even speak, until you were completely at his mercy, until every drop of him was spent inside you. Possession and desire bleed into one — just waiting, aching, throbbing, bruisingly so, for your voiced consent.

“I need it,” you finally choke out, trembling, your voice utterly broken. “Please give it to me, sir? Please, please, pretty please?”

Scott moans, long and deep and loud, as he buries his face in the curve of your neck. And then he’s pounding into you, every muscle of his body pulled tight as you wrap around him like velvet perfection, his grip hard and unyielding against your hips as every rough slam of his hips into yours sends your body jolting forward. Your hand slaps to the window in front of you, leaving prints against the foggy glass, and he follows greedily, pressing his weight into you as he spreads your thighs further apart with a growl, fucking you into the seats.

Your orgasm painfully lingers, every needy moan spilling from your mouth only driving him further into you, wild with need, no longer the controlled man you knew but something more animalistic, primal.

“Fucking take it just like that,” he growls, not even sounding human, every word gritted through his teeth as you feel every thick inch of him around your slick walls, his hand slotted between your thighs to part your folds, sinking deeper until there’s no space left. “F-fuck, that’s so fucking— Perfect, honey, fuck— Pussy’s fucking made for me—”

He’s close — you can feel it in the way his thrusts grow uneven as he chases his release, the way he roughly grasps your chin to kiss you, sloppy and more tongue than lips, how his fingers leave Scott-shaped bruises wherever he grips you, his blunt nails biting into your hip, your sides, your breasts as he struggles for purchase. You don’t realize you’re sobbing in pleasure until he wipes your tears away, until he praises how good you’re being taking him like this, groaning when your body responds eagerly to his positivity.

You dance in time with him, meeting him halfway, angling your hips up just right. And you feel, rather than hear, the way Scott moans in ecstasy as he finds that perfect spot in your heat, numb to anything and everything that isn’t his thick cock pounding your weeping, used hole.

You think you cum — or maybe it’s just the last shreds of sanity leaving as Scott reaches his peak, nothing but your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you with his seed, rutting up against you until it’s painful, the warmth of him spreading into you. His heart pounds against you as he slips his hand to your belly, pressing you closer, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as his hips twitch until he’s emptied out, fucking the last drops of his cum into you exactly like he’s dreamt.

And when you come down your orgasm sits uncomfortably high and untouched, a broken sob escaping you as he pulls out with a wet pop.

You feel his cum slide down your swollen cunt and flinch with sensitivity as he’s quick to collect himself on his fingers, fucking it back into you. The tension coils tightly inside of you until you’re sure you’re begging him to stop, the pleasure and pain completely overwhelming, exhausted with the effort of obeying his orders as he presses his digits into your used hole.

When you think just about to break, he stops.

And you know you’re going to kill him as he steals your release for a third time.

“Good girl,” Scott whispers, pressing kisses along your soft skin, his hands soothing every part of your twitching frame. You don’t have the strength to ask for more as he pulls you into his arms after sliding your panties back into place, letting you come down as he finds his peace in caring for you, murmuring sweet nothings while your body is pliant against him.

You nuzzle into him when you feel more in control of yourself, your heart slowing to a more steady pace. His name falls softly from your lips, your arms snaking around him to hold him close, his fingertips soft along the small of your back.

When he presses his mouth to yours, you melt into his embrace, exploring him lazily until he’s pulling away, brushing your unruly hair out of your face. “Mine.” He praises with a smile, that dark expression gone, leaving nothing but bright, shining blues you could drown in for hours. “All fucking mine. I own you.”

“Mmm,” Despite the weary in your bones, you can’t help but smile back, a giggle escaping, “Do you?”

Scott doesn’t need to slip his hand between your legs for you to get the picture, just hooks a finger along the waistband of your ruined panties. “You just let me prove it, honey.” He leans forward to kiss you again, slower this time, before pulling away with a regretful sigh when the distinctive chime of his phone goes off. “Need help getting back in your seat?”

“Already?” You whine.

“Gotta go, honey.” He taps your hip, twice. Non-negotiable. “Come on, before the bears smell you and want you for themselves.”

That has you cracking a grin. “You wouldn’t fight a bear for me?”

“What do you think the murder kit is for?” One last kiss to your mouth. “’Course I would. Just not tonight.”

You pout further, but let him grab your long-forgotten clothes off the floor, making yourself presentable again before he does the same. And when you settle back into the passenger seat as he starts the engine, you let your head rest against the window, bubbly and content and happy. Even if you know it won’t last when he has to leave.

As Scott drives through the familiar city streets, you hate the knot of apprehension that clogs your throat when your mind wanders too far about him being gone. Out on the field, anything could happen, even if it was just one of his routine visits. The people he spoke with — if he approached the wrong one, it would be so easy for them to lash out. Scott was a big man, he could take care of himself, but that didn’t stop your fears from pressing down against you.

His hand is firm on your thigh, thumb stroking soft lines in your skin as he catches your expression. And then his truck takes a turn in the opposite direction of your apartment, heading toward his house.

“Where are we going?” you ask, your voice tinged with confusion as you try to shake off your emotions.

Scott’s grip on the steering wheel tightens just a fraction, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “My place,” he answers simply. “You’ve been up all night, and I’m not about to drop you off and leave you alone like that.”

You frown, the earlier emotions fighting to come back; you glance quickly out the window, cheeks flaming as you’re caught, hating that he’d noticed your weakness. “I’m fine, Scott. I can—”

“No,” he cuts in gently, but firmly. “You need rest. And I’ll rest better knowing you’re somewhere comfortable.” His eyes flick toward you, catching your reflection in the dim light of the street lamps. “Besides,” he adds, his voice lowering to something more intimate, “I’ve got a bed that’s been missing you.”

It’s not a request, and the way he says it makes your heart skip. You know he’s right. As much as you’d wanted to protest, the thought of sleeping alone in your own bed feels wrong, especially with the lingering warmth of his touch still buzzing under your skin.

By the time you pull into his driveway, the familiar sight of his place is almost a comfort in itself. Scott’s fingers brush over your thigh before he parks the truck, a silent reassurance. “I’ll be gone for a few days,” he murmurs, shutting off the engine, “but I want you here. I want you safe.”

The words hang in the air between you, heavy with a meaning he’s too stubborn to say out loud, but you feel it all the same. He reaches over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Let me make sure you’re okay.”

You nod, unable to find the words, so you just lean into his touch. Scott doesn’t need more than that. He’s out of the truck and rounding it to your side before you can even blink, opening your door and offering his hand.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” he says softly, tugging you out and pulling you close against him. His arm slips around your waist as he guides you to the front door, his hold steady and reassuring.

Once inside, the warmth of his home envelops you both, and you feel the tension in your shoulders start to melt away. He’s quick to guide you to his bedroom, knowing the layout of his place better than anyone, but still taking the time to make sure you’re comfortable, handing you one of his shirts to sleep in.

As you slip under the covers, Scott pauses at the edge of the bed, eyes lingering on you. “Get some sleep,” he tells you, his voice gruff but tinged with affection. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You reach for him, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide in beside you, pulling you against his chest. For a moment, you both just lie there, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear soothing you into a drowsy haze. Scott presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand resting protectively over your hip.

“Sleep, honey,” he murmurs, his voice the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

In the morning, you wake to the sound of his alarm, the room still dark. Scott’s already dressed, but he hasn’t left yet. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with a softness in his eyes that he rarely lets show. He reaches out, brushing his fingers through your hair as you try to rustle yourself awake.

“Go back to sleep,” he says quietly, his thumb grazing your cheek. “I’ll be back in a few days. Promise.”

Before you can respond, he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his lips. You smile, eyes fluttering shut as you drift back into a peaceful slumber, the last thing you feel is the comforting weight of his hand slipping from yours.

When you finally rise, well rested but achey from the night’s exertions, the sun is high in the afternoon sky and his house is empty, his truck missing from the garage. You wander into the kitchen in search of a cup of tea, pulling the kettle out from underneath his cabinet. And when the steaming mug is in your hands, settling into the breakfast nook that overlooks his backyard, your eyes fall upon his jacket, folded neatly atop all the stuff he’d unpacked while you were sleeping.

And you know he loves you as much as you love him.

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2025 NBA Playoffs: Thunder Cruise, Warriors Close In, Lakers Falter

As the first round of the 2025 NBA Playoffs unfolds, the Western Conference has been a wild ride packed with blowouts, buzzer-beaters, and serious storylines. From Oklahoma City's commanding sweep to Los Angeles’ fourth-quarter meltdowns, this year’s opening round already feels like a postseason classic in the making.

Let’s break down where things stand—and what comes next.

Thunder Sweep Memphis With Authority

The Oklahoma City Thunder wasted no time making their presence felt. In a dominant performance across four games, OKC shut down the Memphis Grizzlies and became the first team in the West to advance.

Shai Gilgeous-Alexander has officially thrown his hat in the MVP ring after his 38-point masterpiece in Game 4. He attacked the rim, hit timely jumpers, and controlled the game’s tempo from start to finish.

But it wasn’t just offense. The Thunder’s defensive pressure was suffocating. The Grizzlies, without their star Ja Morant, were overwhelmed and coughed up 22 turnovers—leading to 32 fast-break points for OKC. The Thunder turned defense into offense, making it clear they’re not just here to participate—they’re here to contend.

With the Nuggets and Clippers trading punches in a longer series, the Thunder now have the luxury of rest and recovery. A rested OKC squad heading into the second round? That’s a scary thought for whoever comes next.

Warriors Lean on Depth to Take Commanding 3-1 Lead

The Golden State Warriors are looking like playoff veterans once again. Despite an off-night from Stephen Curry and foul issues for Draymond Green, the defending champions held firm and escaped Game 4 with a gritty 109-106 win over the Houston Rockets.

The stars of the night? A banged-up Jimmy Butler III and the energetic Brandin Podziemski. Butler dug deep in the fourth quarter, dropping 14 of his 27 points during crunch time, while Podziemski lit it up with 26 total, keeping the Warriors afloat when their offense stalled.

Houston showed plenty of fight. Alperen Sengun delivered a 31-point, 10-rebound performance and Fred VanVleet knocked down eight threes. But when it came to the little things, the Rockets fell short—missing 12 free throws in a tight game that was ultimately decided by just three points.

Now up 3-1, the Warriors will aim to close out the series on the road in Game 5. A win there not only seals the series but gives Golden State a critical window to regroup before the semifinals.

Lakers Collapse Again as Wolves Take 3-1 Lead

The Los Angeles Lakers’ season is hanging by a thread.

Game 4 brought another disappointing finish as the Lakers let a late lead slip away against the surging Minnesota Timberwolves. The final score: 116-113 in favor of Minnesota, who now sit comfortably with a 3-1 advantage.

Anthony Edwards once again shined bright under the postseason lights. His 43 points included several backbreaking buckets down the stretch that completely deflated the Lakers’ momentum. His fearless energy is turning him into one of the faces of the playoffs.

LeBron James did all he could—27 points, 12 rebounds, 8 assists, and multiple defensive highlights—but it wasn’t enough. Rui Hachimura chipped in 23, and Austin Reaves exploded for 17 in the second half. Still, they couldn’t hold off the Timberwolves’ surge.

Late-game errors proved costly. A critical turnover in the closing seconds and a missed three-pointer at the buzzer sealed LA’s fate. Now, they return home for a must-win Game 5. If they don’t respond with urgency, the Lakers' postseason could end much earlier than expected.

Nuggets and Clippers in a Deadlock

No series has been more unpredictable than Denver vs. LA.

In Game 4, the Nuggets nearly fumbled away a 20-point lead but held on for a wild 101-99 victory thanks to a dramatic buzzer-beating dunk by Aaron Gordon—off a Nikola Jokic airball, no less.

Jokic was in full takeover mode by the third quarter, racking up 36 points and 21 rebounds. He orchestrated the offense masterfully and anchored the defense. When the Clippers fought back, he answered with precision passing and timely scores.

The Clippers, however, came crashing down after a red-hot Game 3. Their perimeter shooting evaporated, managing just 10-of-30 from beyond the arc. Denver’s defense keyed in on Kawhi Leonard and James Harden, forcing tough shots and limiting their impact.

With the series now tied 2-2, both teams are walking a tightrope. Game 5 in Denver promises fireworks—and possibly the turning point of the entire series.

Key Storylines Moving Forward

With multiple teams hanging in the balance, here’s what NBA fans should be watching:

Will OKC’s Layoff Help or Hurt? The Thunder look fantastic now, but sometimes rest can cool a hot hand. Will they stay sharp heading into Round 2?

Golden State’s Close-Out Challenge: The Warriors have been in this spot before. Can they slam the door shut in Houston, or will the young Rockets find life at home?

Desperation Mode for the Lakers: LeBron still has gas in the tank, but can LA fix its late-game execution in time? Their next loss ends the season.

Denver-LA Momentum Battle: Game 5 might be the most important game of the playoffs so far. Which version of these two inconsistent teams shows up?

Conclusion: The West is Just Warming Up

If the opening week of the 2025 NBA Playoffs has taught us anything, it’s that the Western Conference is as unpredictable as ever. We’ve seen sweeps, near-chokes, breakout stars, and vintage performances.

With more games on the horizon, fans should expect plenty more surprises before this round is done.

Source: 2025 NBA Playoffs

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Why Polyurea Garage Floor Coating is the Top Choice in Oklahoma City

If you’re tired of looking at a dull, cracked garage floor, you’re not alone. Many Oklahoma City homeowners are ditching traditional concrete and epoxy finishes for something stronger, more attractive, and longer-lasting — polyurea garage floor coating.

At Blue Shield Floor Coatings, we’ve seen firsthand how this advanced floor system is transforming garages across OKC. Whether you're using your garage to park vehicles, store tools, or as a personal gym or workshop, a polyurea coating offers the kind of durability and style that holds up to real life — and looks great doing it.

What Is Polyurea, and Why Should You Care?

Polyurea is a high-performance coating material known for its toughness and fast curing time. It’s much more advanced than epoxy and can withstand the extreme temperature shifts and rough use that garage floors often face.

When applied properly (like we do at Blue Shield), polyurea bonds to the concrete and creates a seamless, flexible, and ultra-strong surface that resists chips, stains, hot tire pickup, and even UV damage — a must in Oklahoma’s unpredictable weather.

Polyurea vs Epoxy: What’s the Difference?

If you’ve looked into garage floor coatings before, chances are you’ve come across epoxy. While epoxy has been around for years, polyurea is quickly becoming the go-to choice — especially here in Oklahoma City. Here’s why:

Faster cure time: Polyurea sets in just a few hours. That means your garage is back in action the next day — no week-long wait.

More durable: Polyurea resists chemicals, abrasions, and impact better than epoxy. It won’t chip, peel, or yellow over time.

Handles Oklahoma’s weather: The flexible nature of polyurea means it expands and contracts with temperature changes, so it won’t crack like epoxy often does.

UV stable: Perfect for garages with windows or that get sun exposure — no fading or yellowing.

Built for Real Life in OKC

We know how garages are used in Oklahoma City. From holding your truck or lawn equipment to doubling as a game room or DIY space, your garage needs to be tough. A polyurea garage floor coating can handle oil spills, tools being dropped, and muddy boots, all without showing signs of wear.

And let’s not forget the style factor — with a variety of color flakes and finishes available, we can help you create a garage that looks as sharp as it performs.

Easy to Clean, Low Maintenance

One of the biggest benefits Oklahoma City homeowners mention after getting a polyurea floor coating is how easy it is to clean. No more scrubbing stains out of concrete or dealing with dusty, gritty surfaces.

With polyurea, everything from oil to red dirt washes off easily with just a mop or hose. It’s seamless, non-porous, and slip-resistant — a huge bonus during rainy or icy months in OKC.

Professional Installation That Lasts

At Blue Shield Floor Coatings, we don’t just roll on some paint and call it a day. Our trained installers use industrial-grade equipment to diamond-grind the floor, repair cracks, and ensure proper bonding. We use a multi-layer system — starting with a basecoat of polyurea, followed by decorative flakes, and then a strong, clear topcoat for maximum protection.

We’re proud to serve Oklahoma City and the surrounding areas with top-tier garage floor systems that are backed by a 15-year warranty.

Is It Worth the Investment?

In short: absolutely. A polyurea garage floor coating is more than just an upgrade — it’s a long-term investment in your home’s value, function, and appearance. It costs a bit more than epoxy up front, but the benefits are unmatched: longer lifespan, better resistance, faster install, and easier upkeep.

Whether you're a car enthusiast, a DIY weekend warrior, or just want a cleaner and safer garage, polyurea delivers on all fronts.

Serving Oklahoma City Homeowners with Pride

We love working with homeowners throughout Oklahoma City — from Nichols Hills to Edmond, Moore to Yukon. No matter where you are, our team is ready to give your garage the transformation it deserves.

If you’re ready to step up your garage game with a polyurea garage floor coating, we’re here to help. We offer free, no-pressure quotes and would love to show you the difference a professionally installed polyurea floor can make.

Contact Blue Shield Floor Coatings Today

Don't settle for cracked concrete or peeling epoxy. Give your garage the upgrade it deserves with a high-performance polyurea garage floor coating from Oklahoma City’s trusted experts — Blue Shield Floor Coatings.

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Revamp Your Home with Expert Remodeling Services in OKC

If your current home no longer suits your lifestyle or aesthetic preferences, home remodeling offers the perfect solution to transform your living space. Whether you’re looking to update your kitchen, create a spa-like bathroom, or open up your floor plan, expert remodeling services can breathe new life into your home while adding value and functionality.

Here’s everything you need to know about remodeling your home in Oklahoma City and why professional expertise is key to a successful project.

Why Invest in Home Remodeling in OKC?

Home remodeling offers more than just aesthetic upgrades—it can improve your quality of life, enhance energy efficiency, and boost your property value. For homeowners in Oklahoma City, a professional remodel can:

Modernize Outdated Spaces: Transform dated interiors with fresh designs, new materials, and contemporary features.

Add Functionality: Reimagine underutilized areas to suit your family’s current needs.

Increase Home Value: A well-executed remodel can significantly raise resale value, attracting future buyers.

Improve Energy Efficiency: Upgrades like new windows, insulation, and appliances can reduce energy bills.

With home remodeling in OKC, you don’t need to move to get the home of your dreams—expert remodelers can transform your existing space into something extraordinary.

Popular Home Remodeling Projects

Whether you’re tackling a full-home remodel or upgrading a specific room, these are some of the most impactful projects to consider:

1. Kitchen Remodeling

The kitchen is often the heart of the home, and a remodel can dramatically improve its functionality and appeal. Popular upgrades include:

Custom cabinetry for better storage.

Kitchen islands with seating and added prep space.

High-end countertops like quartz or granite.

Energy-efficient appliances for modern convenience.

A kitchen remodel not only enhances your cooking experience but also increases your home’s value significantly.

2. Bathroom Remodeling

Turn your bathroom into a luxurious retreat with spa-like features such as:

Walk-in showers with rainfall heads.

Freestanding soaking tubs.

Heated flooring and towel racks.

Custom vanities with premium finishes.

Upgrading bathrooms is one of the most popular OKC home remodeling projects because of its high return on investment and impact on daily comfort.

3. Open-Concept Living Spaces

Many homeowners are opting for open-concept layouts that create a spacious and airy feel. Removing walls can seamlessly connect your kitchen, dining, and living areas, improving flow and creating the perfect space for entertaining.

4. Home Additions

If your home feels too small, adding extra square footage can be the solution. Common additions include:

Master suite expansions.

Home offices or gyms.

Sunrooms or covered patios for indoor-outdoor living.

Expert remodelers ensure any new space blends seamlessly with the existing architecture.

Benefits of Hiring Professional Remodelers

While DIY remodeling may seem tempting, professional services for home remodeling in OKC offer unmatched expertise and efficiency. Here’s why hiring experienced contractors is the best choice:

Expert Design Guidance: Professionals can help you maximize your space, stay on trend, and design a layout that suits your needs.

Quality Craftsmanship: Skilled remodelers ensure precise work using high-quality materials for long-lasting results.

Time and Cost Savings: Contractors streamline the remodeling process, reducing delays and costly mistakes.

Permits and Regulations: Experts are familiar with Oklahoma City’s building codes, ensuring your remodel meets all local requirements.

Companies like McGregor Homes bring years of experience to every project, ensuring seamless execution from start to finish.

Key Steps in the Home Remodeling Process

Understanding the remodeling process helps ensure a stress-free experience. Here’s a breakdown of what to expect:

Consultation and Planning:

Discuss your goals, budget, and vision with your remodeler.

Collaborate on design ideas, layout options, and materials.

Design Approval:

Your remodeler will create a plan that meets your requirements and aligns with your home’s architecture.

Construction and Renovation:

This phase involves demolition, structural changes, installations, and finishing touches.

Professional remodelers will minimize disruptions and keep the project on schedule.

Final Walkthrough:

A detailed review ensures every aspect of your remodel is complete and exceeds your expectations.

Transform Your Home with McGregor Homes

When it comes to home remodeling in OKC, partnering with experienced professionals like McGregor Homes ensures superior craftsmanship and stunning results. Whether you’re remodeling a single room or your entire house, their team brings the expertise needed to deliver a seamless, stress-free experience.

From concept to completion, McGregor Homes focuses on turning your vision into reality. Explore how they can revamp your home and enhance your living spaces by visiting their website.

Why Now is the Perfect Time to Remodel

If you’ve been putting off a remodel, now is the perfect time to start. With rising property values and increasing demand for modern features, remodeling can provide both immediate enjoyment and long-term financial benefits.

Upgrading your home with home remodeling in OKC allows you to:

Personalize your living spaces to fit your lifestyle.

Fix functional issues and improve daily convenience.

Stay competitive in the real estate market with a modernized home.

Get Started on Your Dream Remodel Today

Ready to transform your home? Whether you’re reimagining your kitchen, upgrading bathrooms, or expanding your living space, professional remodeling can make all the difference. Partner with trusted experts like McGregor Homes to ensure exceptional quality, efficiency, and results you’ll love for years to come.

Visit McGregor Homes today to learn more about their expert remodeling services and start planning your dream project.

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Custom Awnings in Oklahoma City: Enhancing Style and Functionality

Oklahoma City is known for its diverse climate, with hot summers and unpredictable storms. Custom awnings are a practical and stylish solution to enhance residential and commercial properties. By providing shade, weather protection, and aesthetic appeal, custom awnings have become a popular choice for homeowners and businesses alike. Below, we explore the benefits and unique features of custom awnings and delve into the specialized appeal of commercial metal awnings in OKC.

Benefits of Custom Awnings

Custom awnings are versatile additions that serve multiple purposes, including:

Protection from the Elements Awnings protect your property from harsh sunlight, rain, and wind, reducing wear on windows, doors, and outdoor spaces. For homes in Oklahoma City, where weather conditions can vary greatly, this protection is invaluable.

Energy Efficiency By reducing the amount of direct sunlight entering windows, awnings help lower indoor temperatures, cutting down on cooling costs during the summer months.

Enhanced Outdoor Living Awnings create comfortable outdoor spaces by offering shade and shelter, making patios, porches, or outdoor dining areas more enjoyable.

Aesthetic Appeal Custom awnings can complement the architectural style of a building, enhancing curb appeal and making a property stand out.

Increased Property Value The combination of functionality and design can improve a property's market value, making custom awnings a worthwhile investment.

Custom Awnings: Tailored to Your Needs

Custom awnings in Oklahoma City are designed to suit individual preferences and functional requirements. Customers can choose from various materials, colors, and designs to match their property's aesthetic. Here are some popular options:

Fabric Awnings Made from durable materials like canvas or acrylic, fabric awnings come in a range of colors and patterns. They are ideal for residential properties and can be retractable for added convenience.

Aluminum Awnings These sturdy options are low-maintenance and long-lasting, offering excellent protection against Oklahoma’s unpredictable weather.

Retractable Awnings Retractable designs allow users to adjust the awning's position as needed, making them versatile for varying weather conditions.

Motorized Awnings For added convenience, motorized awnings can be operated with a remote control, providing easy adjustment for sun or shade.

Commercial Metal Awnings in OKC

For businesses in Oklahoma City, commercial metal awnings are an excellent choice, offering durability, customization, and branding opportunities. Here's why they are a top choice for many commercial establishments:

Durability and Longevity Metal awnings, often made from aluminum or steel, are built to withstand extreme weather conditions, ensuring long-term protection for storefronts and outdoor spaces.

Customization and Branding Businesses can customize metal awnings with logos, colors, and designs to align with their branding. This not only enhances the building’s exterior but also attracts customers.

Low Maintenance Metal awnings require minimal upkeep compared to other materials, making them a cost-effective solution for commercial properties.

Energy Efficiency for Businesses By shading windows and doors, metal awnings reduce heat gain, lowering cooling costs and creating a more comfortable environment for customers and employees. Applications

Retail Stores: Provide shade for shoppers and protect window displays.

Restaurants and Cafes: Create inviting outdoor seating areas.

Office Buildings: Enhance the professional appearance while reducing energy costs.

Choosing the Right Awnings for Your Property

Selecting the perfect awning involves several considerations:

Purpose: Determine whether the awning is for aesthetic, functional, or branding purposes.

Material: Choose a material that suits your property's needs, weather conditions, and maintenance preferences.

Style: Select a design that complements your property’s architecture.

Budget: Custom awnings are available at various price points; determine your budget before making a decision.

Local awning providers in OKC often offer consultations to help property owners find the ideal solution for their needs.

Conclusion

Custom awnings and Commercial Metal Awnings in OKC are valuable additions to homes and businesses in Oklahoma City. From enhancing curb appeal to pCustom Awnings in Oklahoma City roviding energy efficiency and protection from the elements, they serve both practical and aesthetic purposes. Whether you're looking to upgrade your outdoor living space or make a statement with your business's storefront, custom awnings tailored to your specific requirements offer a smart, stylish solution.

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Window Cleaning Service in OKC

Looking for a top-notch window cleaning service in OKC? Our skilled team is ready to make your windows sparkle! Using eco-friendly products and advanced techniques, we ensure your complete satisfaction while brightening your space. Whether it's for your home or office, trust us for reliable and affordable service. Call us at 405-595-0201 to schedule your appointment today!

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Upgrade Your Home with Window World OKC: Top Replacement Windows & Installation Near Yukon & Edmond OK -

Are your windows starting to show signs of wear and tear? Is it time to give your home a fresh new look? Look no further than Window World of Oklahoma City! We are your premier destination for top-quality replacement windows and expert installation services near Yukon and Edmond, OK.

At Window World of Oklahoma City, we pride ourselves on offering the highest standard of window installation services. Our expert team is dedicated to ensuring that your home not only looks stunning but also becomes more energy-efficient. We understand that new windows are a significant investment, and our goal is to help you make the most of it by enhancing both the aesthetic appeal and the energy performance of your home.

We offer a wide range of energy-efficient windows in various styles and price points to fit your needs and budget. Whether you're looking for classic designs or modern aesthetics, we have options to match your preferences. Additionally, if you have specific requirements, we provide the option to have windows manufactured to order, ensuring a precise fit for your home.

Financing your new windows is made easy with the Window World Credit Card, issued with approved credit by Wells Fargo Bank, N.A. This flexible financing option allows you to enjoy the benefits of new windows without straining your budget. Our team is here to guide you through the financing process and help you find the best solution for your financial situation.

One of the most significant advantages of choosing Window World of Oklahoma City is our comprehensive warranties. We stand behind our products and services with robust warranties, giving you peace of mind and confidence in your purchase. Knowing that your investment is protected allows you to enjoy your new windows without any concerns.

Transform your home today with the exceptional replacement windows and installation services from Window World of Oklahoma City. Our team is ready to assist you with every step of the process, from selecting the perfect windows to expert installation. Contact us today to schedule a consultation and take the first step toward upgrading your home with beautiful, energy-efficient windows.

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Custom Overhead Garage Doors  in Oklahoma City and OKC: Personalizing One’s Oklahoma City Property 

In Oklahoma City, a garage door is not just a utilitarian feature; it's a significant element of the property's facade, contributing to its aesthetic appeal, security, and functionality. Custom overhead garage doors in Oklahoma City and OKC offer numerous benefits, allowing homeowners and business owners to personalize their properties according to their unique style and specific needs. Here's an in-depth look at why opting for custom overhead garage doors can be a transformative choice for one's Oklahoma City property.

Tailored Design to Complement the Property

One of the most compelling reasons to choose custom overhead garage doors is the ability to tailor the design to complement the property's architecture. Whether the home exudes a traditional charm, modern elegance, or rustic appeal, custom garage doors can be crafted to enhance these stylistic elements. One can choose from a wide range of materials, finishes, colors, and hardware to create a door that fits and enhances the property's overall aesthetic.

Unique Features for Personalized Functionality

Custom overhead garage doors can be equipped with features that cater specifically to one's needs. For instance, if the property owner is seeking better energy efficiency, then they can choose insulated doors that help maintain the temperature inside the garage, reducing energy costs. Adding windows to the design can brighten up the garage space for those who prefer natural light. Additionally, custom doors can include smart technology, enabling remote access and monitoring, which is particularly beneficial for security and convenience.

Enhanced Security and Durability

Security is a paramount concern for both residential and commercial properties. Custom garage doors can be designed with reinforced materials and advanced locking mechanisms, providing protection against potential intruders. Moreover, custom doors are often made with high-quality materials that offer superior durability, ensuring they withstand the elements and continue functioning effectively for years. This durability is paramount in Oklahoma City, where weather conditions can be unpredictable.

Increased Property Value

Investing in custom overhead garage doors in Oklahoma City and OKC can significantly boost the value of one's property. Prospective buyers will likely appreciate the attention to detail and the enhanced functionality that custom doors provide. A well-designed, custom garage door can make the property stand out in the real estate market, potentially leading to higher offers and quicker sales. This is particularly advantageous for homeowners looking to maximize their return on investment.

Improved Energy Efficiency

Energy efficiency is a key consideration for many property owners. Custom overhead garage doors can be designed with insulation, helping to regulate the temperature inside the garage. This can lead to energy savings by reducing the need for additional heating or cooling, which is particularly beneficial in Oklahoma City's varying climate. Insulated doors can also provide better soundproofing, reducing noise pollution from outside.

Endless Personalization Options

With custom overhead garage doors, the personalization options are virtually limitless. One can select every detail, from the type of material (such as wood, steel, or aluminum) to the style of panels and the design of windows. Custom hardware and decorative elements can further enhance the look, ensuring that the garage door reflects one's taste and complements the property's overall design.

Custom overhead garage doors offer a wealth of benefits for property owners in Oklahoma City. The advantages of opting for a custom solution are clear, from enhancing curb appeal and property value to providing improved security and energy efficiency. By choosing a design that reflects one's unique style and meets one's specific needs, homeowners can transform the garage door from a mere functional component to a standout feature of one's home or business. 

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Residential Break-Ins: Unveiling the Reality and the Role of Locksmiths in OKC

The sanctity of our homes, the place where we seek solace and security, is under constant threat from an unforeseen yet prevalent menace – residential break-ins. Contrary to popular belief, these incidents are more common than we might think. We delve into the alarming statistics surrounding residential break-ins and shed light on the crucial role that locksmiths in OKC, specifically Locksmith in OKC, play in enhancing our home security.

The Reality of Residential Break-Ins:

The idea of our homes being invaded is unsettling, but the harsh reality is that residential break-ins are more common than many might believe. According to recent crime reports, a substantial number of homes fall victim to burglary every year, leaving homeowners grappling with not only material losses but also the emotional toll of having their safe haven violated.

Understanding the Modus Operandi:

To fortify our homes against break-ins, it is imperative to comprehend the tactics employed by burglars. Many burglars gain access through vulnerable entry points, such as poorly secured doors and windows. Homeowners often underestimate the significance of robust locks and security systems, leaving their homes susceptible to unauthorized intrusions.

The Role of Locksmiths in OKC:

Locksmiths play a pivotal role in safeguarding homes against break-ins. In OKC, Locksmith in OKC stands out as a reliable and trusted partner in fortifying residential security. With a commitment to excellence, Locksmith in OKC offers a range of services aimed at enhancing the security infrastructure of homes in the Oklahoma City area.

State-of-the-Art Lock Installation:

Locksmith in OKC employs cutting-edge technology to install high-quality locks that act as an effective deterrent against break-ins. Their team of skilled professionals ensures that every lock is installed with precision, leaving no room for vulnerabilities.

Comprehensive Security Assessments:

A proactive approach to home security involves regular assessments. Locksmith in OKC offers comprehensive security audits, identifying potential weaknesses and recommending strategic improvements to fortify the home against break-ins.

Emergency Lockout Services:

Accidents happen, and sometimes homeowners find themselves locked out of their own homes. Locksmith in OKC provides prompt and efficient emergency lockout services, ensuring that homeowners can regain access to their properties swiftly and securely.

Key Replacement and Rekeying:

In the event of lost or stolen keys, Locksmith in OKC offers key replacement and rekeying services. This ensures that unauthorized individuals cannot gain access to the property using misplaced keys.

Smart Lock Installations:

Embracing technological advancements, Locksmith in OKC specializes in the installation of smart locks. These modern security solutions provide homeowners with remote control and monitoring capabilities, adding an extra layer of protection to their homes.

The Importance of Hiring a Trusted OKC Locksmith:

Choosing the right locksmith is paramount to ensuring the security of your home. Locksmith in OKC, OK, is a reputable company known for its commitment to customer satisfaction and unwavering dedication to providing top-notch security solutions.

Reliability and Trustworthiness:

Locksmith in OKC has earned a reputation for reliability and trustworthiness. Homeowners can rest assured that their security needs are in capable hands, with a team of skilled locksmiths committed to delivering excellence.

24/7 Availability:

Security concerns can arise at any time, day or night. Locksmith in OKC understands the urgency of such situations and offers round-the-clock services, ensuring that homeowners receive prompt assistance when they need it the most.

Experience and Expertise:

With years of experience in the locksmith industry, Locksmith in OKC brings a wealth of knowledge and expertise to the table. Their skilled technicians are well-versed in the latest security technologies, ensuring that homeowners receive state-of-the-art solutions tailored to their specific needs.

Residential break-ins are a harsh reality that demands our attention and proactive measures. Locksmiths in OKC, particularly Locksmith in OKC, play a crucial role in fortifying our homes against the threat of unauthorized intrusions. By investing in high-quality locks, comprehensive security assessments, and modern security solutions, homeowners can take a proactive stance in safeguarding their homes and loved ones.

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Improving Home Security on a Budget with OKC Locksmith Services

In an era where home security is a top priority, finding affordable solutions becomes crucial. While high-tech security systems may seem like the go-to option, there are practical and budget-friendly steps you can take to enhance your home's safety. We'll explore how locksmith services, particularly those in Oklahoma City (OKC), can play a pivotal role in fortifying your home without breaking the bank.

1. Understanding the Importance of Home Security:

Before delving into budget-friendly solutions, it's essential to recognize the significance of home security. A secure home not only protects your loved ones and belongings but also provides peace of mind. Burglaries and break-ins can happen to anyone, so taking proactive measures is crucial.

2. The Role of Locksmiths in Home Security:

Locksmiths are experts in the art of securing your home. Whether it's reinforcing existing locks, installing new ones, or providing valuable advice on security measures, locksmiths are a key player in safeguarding your property. Locksmith in OKC one notable service provider is OKC Locksmith Services, offering a range of solutions tailored to meet your budget.

3. The Advantages of Choosing OKC Locksmith Services:

When it comes to improving home security in OKC, OKC Locksmith Services stands out for several reasons. Their team of skilled professionals possesses the expertise to assess your current security situation and recommend cost-effective enhancements. From simple lock upgrades to more advanced solutions, this locksmith service understands the local security landscape.

4. Assessing Your Home Security Needs:

Before investing in any security measures, it's crucial to assess your home's current security status. OKC Locksmith Services can conduct a thorough evaluation, identifying vulnerabilities and suggesting practical improvements. This step ensures that you're investing wisely in areas that genuinely require attention.

5. Affordable Lock Upgrades:

Lock upgrades need not be expensive. OKC Locksmith Services offers budget-friendly options to enhance the security of your doors and windows. Upgrading to high-security locks can deter potential intruders and provide an added layer of protection. With a variety of options available, you can choose a solution that aligns with your budgetary constraints.

6. Keyless Entry Systems:

Modernizing your home security doesn't have to cost a fortune. Keyless entry systems, installed by OKC Locksmith Services, offer convenience and enhanced security. These systems are customizable, allowing you to set access codes and monitor entry points, all while staying within your budget.

7. Window Security:

Windows are often overlooked when it comes to home security. However, they can be vulnerable points of entry for intruders. OKC Locksmith Services can install window locks and reinforcements, providing an affordable solution to bolster your home's overall security.

8. Emergency Locksmith Services:

OKC Locksmith Services understands that emergencies can happen at any time. Whether you find yourself locked out of your home or need urgent lock repairs, their emergency locksmith services are available 24/7. This commitment to customer service adds an extra layer of assurance, knowing that help is just a call away.

9. Security Consultations:

Not sure where to start? OKC Locksmith Services offers security consultations to guide you through the process. Their experts can provide valuable insights into cost-effective security measures, ensuring that every dollar spent contribute to a safer home environment.

10. Community Safety Awareness:

Beyond individual homes, OKC Locksmith Services actively participates in community safety awareness programs. By educating residents about the importance of home security and providing tips on affordable solutions, they contribute to the overall safety of the OKC community.

Improving home security on a budget is not only possible but essential for the well-being of your family and property. OKC Locksmith Services proves that you don't need to compromise quality for affordability. By taking advantage of their expertise and budget-friendly solutions, you can create a safer living environment without breaking the bank. Remember, when it comes to home security, every small investment can make a significant difference, and OKC Locksmith Services is here to help you every step of the way.

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The Essential Role of Locksmiths in Disaster Preparedness: Insights from Locksmith Around the Clock OKC

Disasters, whether natural or man-made, can strike unexpectedly, leaving individuals and communities in vulnerable situations. In times of crisis, securing one's property and ensuring the safety of loved ones becomes paramount. This is where locksmiths play a crucial role. We will explore the vital role of locksmiths in disaster preparedness and recovery efforts, with a focus on the expertise of Locksmith Around the Clock OKC, a trusted locksmith service in Oklahoma City. Their invaluable services go beyond routine lock and key issues, extending to critical emergency situations.

The Importance of Disaster Preparedness

Disaster preparedness involves taking proactive measures to mitigate risks, protect lives, and safeguard property during emergencies. It encompasses a wide range of activities, from creating emergency plans to securing essential resources. Among these preparations, ensuring the security of one's property and access to critical areas is of paramount importance.

The Role of Locksmiths in Disaster Preparedness

Emergency Lockout Assistance:

In the event of an evacuation or a sudden lockout situation during a disaster, locksmiths are on call to provide immediate assistance. Whether it's unlocking a home, car, or business, their rapid response can be a lifeline for individuals in distress.

Rekeying and Lock Replacement:

After a disaster, it may be necessary to rekey or replace locks to ensure that unauthorized individuals cannot gain access to your property. Locksmiths are equipped to swiftly rekey or replace locks, providing an added layer of security.

Security Assessment and Upgrades:

Locksmith near me can conduct thorough security assessments to identify vulnerabilities in your property. They can then recommend and implement necessary upgrades, such as installing high-security locks, deadbolts, or electronic access control systems.

Board-Up Services:

In cases of severe damage to doors or windows, locksmiths can provide board-up services to secure your property until permanent repairs can be made.

Safe and Vault Services:

Locksmiths are skilled in the maintenance, repair, and opening of safes and vaults. This is particularly important for businesses and individuals who store critical documents, valuable assets, or firearms in secure containers.

Master Key Systems:

Locksmiths can design and implement master key systems, allowing for controlled access to different areas of a property. This is especially useful for businesses, hospitals, and multi-unit buildings during emergency situations.

Automotive Security:

Locksmiths are proficient in automotive security measures. They can assist in reprogramming electronic keys, repairing or replacing ignitions, and providing access to vehicles in emergency situations.

Locksmith around the Clock OKC: Your Trusted Partner in Disaster Preparedness

Locksmith OKC OK is committed to providing top-notch locksmith services, including emergency lockout assistance, lock rekeying, security assessments, and more. Here's how they can assist you in disaster preparedness:

Emergency Response:

Locksmith Around the Clock OKC offers 24/7 emergency services, ensuring that help is available whenever you need it, especially during critical situations.

Expertise and Experience:

Their team of skilled locksmiths has the knowledge and experience to handle a wide range of lock and key issues, including those arising from emergencies and disasters.

Customized Solutions:

Locksmith Around the Clock OKC can provide tailored security solutions based on your specific needs and the unique requirements of your property.

Locksmiths play a vital role in disaster preparedness and recovery efforts. Their expertise goes beyond routine lock and key services, extending to critical emergency situations. By enlisting the services of Locksmith Oklahoma City you can ensure that your property is secure and that you have access to critical areas during times of crisis. Trust them to be your reliable partner in disaster preparedness in Oklahoma City, and rest easy knowing that your safety and security are in capable hands.

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window replacement OKC; Newly available replacement windows are best to choose if you are aware of energy and cost-saving features. This is the perfect time to come from the conventional windows and opt for the new windows. If the old windows are getting shattered or there are leaks and gaps in such aged window frames, they need to be immediately replaced. You might not get the proper answer for…

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 8: Two Person Love Triangle

Same | @deans-jiggly-pudding

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,313 Main Tags/Warnings: Genderfluid Dean Winchester, AU - food service, two person love triangle Summary: It's the summer of love (triangles) for Cas, who has fallen hard for not one, but two stunning people who frequent Oh Sweet Heaven Drive-In. How can he possibly choose between them?

A Cup of Serenity | @ellen-of-oz

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7,718 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate universe-coffee shop, Barista Dean, Teacher Castiel, Claire is Dean's child, Jack is Castiel's child, Christmas fluff, geeky references Summary: Dean Winchester loves his six-year-old daughter, Claire, and he loves running his café, Bean Me Up. But the stress of looking after both of them is starting to take its toll. Sam convinces him to take a financial class so he can hire some extra help, but Dean doesn’t count on the instructor’s blue eyes, and dark hair...basically he’s smokin’ hot. And on top of all this, Claire’s best friend is giving her trouble—a kid called Jack, whose dad has some weird ideas about games in the sandpit. He needs a cup of Serenity.

Show Me How You Text | @kitmistry

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,753 Main Tags/Warnings: Porn with Plot, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Quarantine Fic, Co-workers, Sexting Summary: When the entire world goes into lockdown, Dean is stranded in a foreign country with the most annoying person ever, AKA Cas Novak. Between preparing for the biggest presentation of his career and dealing with his loneliness, Dean needs a break. Something fun to get his mind off things. Enter AngelofThursday: the hot guy Dean meets on a dating app.

I Know This Because Castiel Knows This | @vampamber

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10,104 Main Tags/Warnings: split personalities, Leviathan, Leviathan likes Dean, Dean does NOT like Leviathan Summary: What started as a simple potential sleepwalking problem ended up being so much worse when the Winchesters find out that the leviathan hitched a ride with Cas as an alternate personality when he came back from Purgatory. Though at least, since Cas is currently human, the leviathan has no powers to wreak havoc with. Instead, he just flirts with Dean incessantly. There isn't enough borax and soap on the planet to feel clean after that. But it's not as funny as it seems, because the leviathan needs gone, and he needs gone yesterday. Though at least now it's impossible for Dean to hide from his feelings for Cas.

Date Escape | Aketch-22 (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 22,506 Main Tags/Warnings: Two Person Love Triangle, Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Dean’s First Time With a Man, Slow Burn Summary: Pressured by his brother Gabriel to get back out there, Castiel creates a dating profile. He meets a handsome, intelligent guy named Patrick and sets up a date with him - a date that goes so badly that he contemplates jumping out a window. Enter Dean, an even better looking stranger that happens to have the same idea. Or, the one where Cass is too oblivious to notice the hot guy he hooked up with at the bar is the same one he's been arguing with online.

Love In A Truck Stop Bathroom | @darknessbound3

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 25,172 Main Tags/Warnings: Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas, Public Sex, NSFW Art, Two Person Love Triangle Summary: Tired of all the pressures and complications involved with dating, Cas starts meeting up with a virtual stranger for anonymous sex. But just as that unconventional relationship develops into something deeper, real life gets in the way… or so he thinks.

Lois Lane Never Had it So Hard | @funnywings

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 29,230 Main Tags/Warnings: Superhero AU, Journalist!Cas, Journalist!Dean, Two Person Love Triangle Summary: It started with the most humiliating picture of Dean Winchester's life and just snowballed from there. When a sinister new big bad moves into Lawrence Kansas, will the local heroes (and maybe a few villains) be able to band together and save their home?

Save the Drake | @scones-and-texting-and-murder

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,708 Main Tags/Warnings: online relationship, friends to lovers Summary: Encouraged by his best friend Meg to create more connections in his life, Cas jumps into an online discussion surrounding the closing of the Drake, an independent and historic theater in his neighborhood. If nothing else, the confidence Cas gains as he makes a new online friend helps him to be less awkward around the guy in his building that he likes: Dean Winchester. It’s not like Dean Winchester needs help meeting people, but a hasty decision to comment on a local news article leads him to make a virtual connection. It's a new sort of relationship for Dean, but soon the two of them are chatting all day long. He only wishes getting to know his downstairs neighbor Cas was this simple.

Write First Then Read | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Mature Word Count: 60,254 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Counselor Dean Winchester, Librarian Castiel (Supernatural), Fanfic Writers Dean and Castiel, Two Person Love Triangle, Fluff and Humor Summary: Dean spent his life split in two--the Dean who showed up to work every weekday to give his students the tools they'd need to grow into their best selves, and the Dean who spent the rest of his time involved in the fandom for his favorite tv show. Elementary school guidance counselor and prolific author of slash fiction didn't seem like compatible realities. Then he met the adorable librarian at his new school. There was something about Cas that broke through all of Dean's defenses. Cas had chosen his career path for his own happiness. Fostering the love of stories and storytelling in his students was fulfilling, but he kept his own fanfic writing to himself. His fandom life was the one thing he reserved purely for his own enjoyment, even if the price of that enjoyment was complete anonymity in the fandom. Then the new guidance counselor joined the staff at school and gave him a reason to question everything. Meanwhile, online...Impala67 and FicFeathers, long time friends and beta readers, were pushed to question what exactly their relationship was, and whether it could survive without the anonymity they'd both always insisted on. Of course it all had to blow up right before their draft deadline.

Cupcakes & Kittens | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 73,937 Main Tags/Warnings: Baker Dean, Formerly Wealthy Cas, Coffeeshop/Bakery AU, Two Person Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Non-Penetrative Sex, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, OKC (Original Kitten Character), Includes Art Summary: Dean Winchester is not a cat guy. But one softhearted Sasquatch brother and a mad dash to the pet store later, Dean somehow finds himself the sole caregiver for an abandoned baby kitten. It's a good thing that quirky pet store girl gave him the Twitter handle for her cat rescue buddy, CJ. Dean doesn't know about the kitten, but he sure as hell could use some rescuing right about now. Castiel Novak is not a baker. But one interfering best friend and some dismal Yelp reviews for his brother's coffee shop later, Castiel somehow finds himself standing in front of a cook top in his very first baking class, his non-existent baking aspirations literally going up in smoke around him. It's a good thing his gorgeous, green-eyed classmate is there to rescue him...

Under Your Scars | @maleyah-givemetomorrow

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 125,079 Main Tags/Warnings: Arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, angst with a happy ending, glacial slow burn, mutual pining, dreamwalking, two person love triangle, fallen angels, non traditional A/B/O, domestic, intimacy, soulmates, there is an owl Summary: “Just… Don’t be so blatant about anyone’s proclivities again, will you? Unless they’re your own.” Everyone present, including the stripper, considered it a cute joke. A playful deviancy, because that’s what Alphas are in some circles. A dirty joke. A whispered desire. Something to indulge in but avoid in real life, unless under pain-stakingly controlled circumstances. “So serious,” Gabriel sighs. “It’s not like I’ll be able to order you a stripper again any time soon. Try to cheer up a bit.” Castiel obliges, but can tell it’s more of a grimace than anything else. It’s rare for him to show nerves outwardly, but they’re starting to bleed through. Easy enough for Gabe to pick up on, but then that’s exactly why he’s been needling him. “We kinda know this guy, right? Dean wasn’t a dick. Not when we were kids.” “Which was a long time ago,” Castiel says. “But mother approves of the marriage, so everything will work out perfectly.”