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gothicconstruction · 1 year ago

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The Roof is On Fire! Who Can I Call? The Best Roofers Near Me

Imagine this: you're relaxing at home, enjoying a cup of tea, when a sudden drip startles you. You look up and see a dark stain spreading across your ceiling. Your heart sinks – it's a roof leak! Suddenly, the phrase "the roof is on fire" takes on a whole new meaning (though hopefully, in your case, it's not quite that dramatic!).

Roofers near me Now, a leaky roof might not be quite as catastrophic as a literal fire, but it's a serious problem that shouldn't be ignored. A small leak can quickly turn into a major structural issue, causing costly damage to your home's interior. So, what do you do when your roof springs a surprise leak, or worse, suffers storm damage?

Don't panic! This blog post is here to help you navigate the often-stressful process of finding the best roofers near you. We'll cover everything from the benefits of hiring local roofers to red flags to watch out for, empowering you to make informed decisions for your home's most important shield.

Why Choose Local Roofers: Your Neighborhood's Superhero Squad

Think of your roof as your home's superhero cape, protecting you from the elements. But just like superheroes, even the best capes need a little TLC now and then. That's where local roofers come in – they're the experts who swoop in to diagnose and fix your roofing woes. Here's why choosing local roofers is a winning strategy:

Local Expertise: They understand the specific weather patterns, building codes, and materials most suitable for your area. A California roofer wouldn't necessarily use the same approach as a Maine roofer, right?

Permit Pros: Permitting can be a bureaucratic maze. Local roofers are familiar with the ins and outs of obtaining the necessary permits for your specific project, saving you time and headaches.

Building Trust and Relationships: When you hire local, you're supporting your community. Local roofing companies often rely on building a strong reputation, so you can expect personalized service and a focus on getting the job done right.

Quick Response Time: Emergencies happen. Local roofers are more readily available to address urgent roofing issues, minimizing damage and getting your roof back in top shape fast.

Finding the Best Roofers Near You: Your Guide to Calm Seas

Best roofing company near me Now that you know why local is the way to go, let's explore how to find the best roofers in your neighborhood. Here's your action plan:

Harness the Power of Online Directories: Websites like the "National Roofing Contractors Association" or "HomeAdvisor" list pre-vetted roofing companies in your area.

Word-of-Mouth Recommendations: Talk to your friends, family, and neighbors who have recently had roof work done. Their personal experiences can be invaluable.

The Power of Reviews: Online reviews can be helpful, but be critical. Look for a balance of positive and negative reviews, focusing on recurring themes and the reviewer's location.

Reach Out to Your Network: Contact your local building department or realtor. They may have valuable insights into reputable roofing companies in your area.

Separating the Superheroes from the Sidekicks: Choosing Your Roofing Champion

Once you have a shortlist of potential roofers, it's time to separate the super rookies from the seasoned superheroes. Here are some key questions to ask each candidate:

Licensing and Insurance: This is non-negotiable. Ensure the roofer has a valid local business license and carries both liability and worker's compensation insurance.

Experience and Certifications: Ask about their years of experience, their expertise in handling projects similar to yours, and any certifications held by their crew.

References – The Testimonials of Satisfied Clients: Request a list of references from previous clients. Contact these references to understand their experience with the company.

Warranties – Your Guarantee of Quality: Understand the details of the warranties offered on materials and workmanship. A good warranty provides peace of mind.

Project Timeline and Estimate – Transparency is Key: Get a detailed written estimate outlining the scope of work, materials to be used, labor costs, and the project timeline.

Tip: Schedule consultations with multiple roofers. This allows you to compare different perspectives, pricing options, and find a company you feel comfortable entrusting your roof (and your home's security) to.

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jeff-and-renee-mccharen-realtors · 2 years ago

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midnightmoonkiss · 5 years ago

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Sweet Temptations

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: The rain certainly provides the perfect atmosphere to nap in.

WARNINGS!: none

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: It was raining a few days ago when I was taking a nap, so I decided to conjure up a self indulgent fic >~<

Just To Clarify:

Izuku is your fiance

you both live together in a house in the mountains

commute to work is probably a pain but oh well

The sprinkle of rain pitter-pattered gently on the roof of your shared home, dribbling off of the sides and thumping against the flat, smooth rocks strategically placed beneath.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Though it was faint, the splashing of its drizzle in the koi pond just beside you could still be heard, even through the paper shoji dividing the two seperate spaces. The fresh yet blissfully familiar earthy scent of it seeped in through an open, wood-framed window not too far from where you sat, rain splattering noisily onto the vibrant red maple leaves just outside of it. The sweet sound molded together with the soft jingle of chimes swaying in the light breeze to create a beautiful melody that soothed your soul more-so than any show ever dreamed of doing.

Downpour was always best in the spring, the cool atmosphere welcoming it with loving arms. It always gave you a good excuse to stay bundled up on the plush couch, sipping at a freshly made cup of herbal tea.

The wide TV just in front of you idly played something you couldn’t quite remember the name of, becoming more of background noise as your eyes always seemed to travel back to the droplets lazily flowing down the foggy glass of the window, dripping down onto the wet frame.

Surely the water would seep inside soon, traveling slowly down the wall just to puddle on the tatami mats, but the fresh air it provided was too good to pass up for something so mundane.

Besides, it would take a long time for that to actually occur.

Days like this were the ones you found yourself loving the most.

A day to relax your bones stiffened by adult duties, letting the sounds of nature wash over your tired being.

A day to not have to worry about anything.

No responsibilities, chores are already taken care of, work all done.

There was absolutely nothing of any importance that needed your immediate attention.

The lack of work wasn’t the only good thing on this fine day, though.

It was the peace and quiet.

A perk of moving into a home a ways away from the bustling city was the relative stillness, as well as the much-needed privacy.

That, and being surrounded by wildlife.

The place was a traditional Japanese home, or similar to it as the realtor had said. Surrounded by trees, flowers, well-placed stones, and babbling brooks.

Living in a house like this was always a dream.

Perhaps thats why you were able to convince your lovely fiance to live here.

Tatami floor mats cushioned your near every step, the woodwork filling the interior the house becoming a sight for sore eyes every time you happened to notice the beautiful craftsmanship.

Everything was pristine.

New, yet held that comforting sense of tradition you always wanted.

A place where you could build a life with your handsome husband-to-be.

Yawning, you placed your tea cup onto the coffee table before stretching out on the couch you had lounged around on for far too many hours, arms rising high above your head. A satisfied groan left your lips the moment your back popped, the sickening crack being far louder than you had originally anticipated.

Boy, was your posture in true shambles.

The bone king quaked at your very feet.

You snorted at the thought, hopping off and stretching your legs out for a moment.

A quick press of the button turned the forgotten television off with a jingly bleep.

No point keeping it on when a new quest had opened up for your curious soul.

The quest of: Finding Izuku and annoying him.

Honestly, who would you be if you spent too long willingly away from him?

His sheer presence was far too calming and therapeutic for you to ever even consider such a foolish option.

Or perhaps you were just as love-struck with him as you were when you first had met.

Besides, knowing him, your big man probably desired your company as much as you suddenly did his.

So, grabbing your cup of tea, you slid your tan slippers on over your Christmas-themed fuzzy socks, wrapping your cozy (F/C) blanket around your shoulders before setting out on your little adventure.

It was around noon, the sun high in the sky shining as brightly as it could behind a plethora of darkened clouds. He always seemed to like reading around this time, his internal clock making his fingers itch for something to grab and run his eyes over.

Oftentimes his fingers swept through news articles on his phone or turned a delicate page of a random book that previously caught his brilliant green gaze at that old book store at the edge of the city that felt, in many ways, like a home you never knew you needed.

The store's calming ambience was the key inspiration for the fairy lights and various decorations scattered about your home, especially that kotatsu that sat in the middle of your living room.

Your feet padded gently on the tatami as you made your way around the house, first checking his little office hidden away in the back. It was hard not to cringe at the state of it. Papers were scattered everywhere and overflowing from the poor trash bin, random maps sprawled out on the desk, notebooks filled with notes and ideas to the left of his old, squeaky chair. It was a mess. Did he ever clean this place?

You were tempted to do so yourself for a split second, before realizing everything was in a specific place for a reason. A reason unknown to you, but known to him, as he explained sorrowfully the one night you did clean his office. He was a messy boy, forever and always. At least with his work. His mind ran too fast for his hands to keep up half the time, resulting in.. chaotic messes only he could comprehend.

Blinking, you slid the door shut with your foot, sipping at your drink as you carried on your search.

The house was quiet, save for the ever-present pattering of rain against it, giving no real indications of his true whereabouts.

Typically you could rely on his persistent muttering to swiftly locate him, but today was as silent as ever. No doubt the atmosphere got to him as well, making him want to relax somewhere and listen closely to the soft rainfall whilst doing whatever he pleased.

Humming, you checked each and every room you came across upstairs first, looking for the man you loved oh-so-much.

As time ticked on and minutes flew by, you found yourself getting pouty, fingers thrumming against the now empty mug as you continued searching.

Where on earth could he be? Sure, the house was a bit big, but you had already managed to cover the entire upstairs floor and the majority of the bottom. Calling out to him would be easier, he’d no doubt reply in that cheery tone that graced his voice whenever he spoke to you, but you wanted to find him on your own. Surprise him to a degree.

His senses were sharp, and he’d hear you the moment you came a few meters near him - no matter how quiet you were, but that wasnt going to stop you from trying to surprise him.

Plus, calling out his name didnt quite seem appropriate. The still, chilly air would be ruined by your voice, and you couldn’t help but subconsciously want this search to go on until you yourself found him with your own eyes, and not use his voice as an aid.

After checking a few more rooms, you sighed heavily, head thumping against the wall as your resolution crumbled beneath your feet.

Was it really worth it? Being silent?

You weren’t even a ninja or some vigilante, you were just a bakery owner who never needed to sneak around, especially their own living space.

With a huff of aggravation, you walked to the kitchen. Holding an empty mug was pointless and served no purpose other than getting in your way, so naturally you decided to get another drink.

Oh, what to choose?

There were so many options to choose from other than tea.

Well, not really. More like, an endless amount of tea and three other things. Probably.

Coffee? No, no, even if you were feeling a bit sleepy, now was not the time for a caffeine high.

Oh!

What about hot chocolate?

Yes! Absolutely!

This cold weather certainly called for a nice, hot cup of a sugary sweet, chocolatey drink to warm your tummy and renew your resolve.

As you were mixing the cocoa powder into your warmed up cup of milk, watching with childish glee as the dark brown swirled with white for a moment until it mixed into a nice tawny brown that reminded you of delicious brownies, a distant noise caught your attention.

Your head instantly perked up, eyes flying up to peer out the large window in front of you.

Rain continued to pour softly down onto the wet and muddy ground, momentary water halos forming as they splatted down onto the darkened pathement.

A car zoomed past, throwing muddied water up onto the far away end of your driveway.

Ah.

So it was a car.

It was hard not to feel disappointed at that, partially because you had hoped it was Izuku giving away his location by accident.

Though he could be quite loud at times, that man had the power to be quieter than a kid told to wake their parent up in a bit to do chores.

With a discontented sigh, you placed the spoon into the sink, sprinkling some tiny marshmallows into your drink before walking off to continue the man hunt.

There weren’t too many places left inside for you to check, and you managed to do so in only a minute or two.

Truly, you were dumbfounded.

Where could he possibly be?

Did he take his car and go somewhere?

No, no, he would have told you if that were the case, and you would have seen him exit the front entrance as well.

So where?

You stopped in your tracks, being slapped upside the head with sudden realization.

Of course he wouldnt be inside huddled away like a lonely hermit on a day like this, no, he’d enjoy it! Breathe in the earthy fresh air as it enveloped him.

He loved the rain far more than you did, so it made sense.

You smiled, taking a big sip of your hot chocolate as you suddenly knew exactly where he was.

It was hard to say you didn’t feel like a complete idiot for missing something so simple as you walked back to the living room.

There was always one place he liked to hang out at during a nice day.

On the engawa hovering over the koi pond.

You stopped just in front of the shoji screen, excitement already sparking in your system.

You rocked back and forth on your feet as you took a breath to calm your racing heart, the goofiest smile etched upon your face.

Your fingers dipped into the slots used to open the door,

One.

Two.

Three!!

“BOO!” You screeched like a banshee down at the man relaxing on a cushion by the edge of the wood, glasses tipping off his nose as his focused eyes stayed glued to the book in his hands.

“Ahh!” He playfully shouts in response, a smirk upon his lips as he notices your exasperated state slinking down onto your knees on the polished floor with a look of utter defeat upon your cute face

“I was trying to scare you..!”

Came your complaint, eyes boring into his own as you pouted.

“I was scared. I screamed!” Izuku chuckles, shoulders shaking as he couldnt control that goofy smile of his.

If he was trying to look convincing, he was failing horribly.

You huffed at his antics, he was far too cute to even pretend to be mad at.

You should have known better, though, trying to scare the number one hero in his own home was like trying to scare someone who knew you were coming from a mile away.

Plus, you knew that before you even realized where he was.

It was to be expected of such a talented guy.

After sliding the shoji shut to keep the warmer air in, you crawled over to him. His upper back rested comfortably on a wooden support beam as his legs sprawled out in front of him, a leather book perched on his lap.

“So, what are you reading?” from the looks of it, it seemed to be an older book of sorts, the pages a yellowish-white and the cover boring no text.

You were now sitting beside him on your knees in what would’ve been shoulder to shoulder if he wasn’t so much more taller than you, sipping at your drink once more.

It was simply too good to resist.

“It was described to me as a ‘classic’ at the store. It’s a book filled with multiple fairy tales, each having a sort of.. theme or moral told in ink at the end. There's got to be at least twenty or so in here..” he spoke with enthusiasm, eagerly showing you the one he was currently reading.

“‘The Little Mermaid’?”

It grew increasingly rare for children to know the tale of The Little Mermaid, or at least, the adaptation of it that was shown on a screen. It was a fairly old film, one you remember your grandparents speaking briefly about with joy, but still a very beloved one. A joyous little tale of a red-haired mermaid seeking the love of a prince. How cute.

But why on Earth was he reading a children's book, then?

Not that you’d ever judge him, it was just that his taste was generally more.. Sophisticated. To a degree, of course.

“Yes. But this is the original one. The true tale of ‘The Little Mermaid’, the one filled with pain and gore.”

“P-pain.. and gore?” Well now that certainly didn't sound like a children's book. Is that why it's called a classic?

He hums, thumbing through a few pages, “It’s kind of inspiring. Each step she took felt like she was walking on glass, but she never gave up on being with her prince. I think, at least, I haven’t really finished it yet.”

“Are all the originals that horrifying?” you looked down at the book with disbelief, certainly not expecting each dream-like fairy tail to revolve around a horror story.

“Some are worse, some are better, but it’s a nice read.” he shrugged, going back to his original place in the book and nudging his glasses back up on his nose.

They always did make him look so gosh darn cute.

His eyesight was as perfect as the sky was blue, but for reading? He needed glasses. They were those cheap kinds found at bookstores, but damn if those black frames didn't pull his handsome face together.

He looked so attractive, even in this dulled lighting.

You’d expect someone to look gloomy when it rains, the shadows casted by the caliginous sky and stormy clouds bringing out the sadness buried deep within someone's soul and causing them to frown. Something mystical yet scientific. The rain always brought misfortune and sorrow, but Izuku has and forever will be that sun that never stops shining brightly no matter what. That optimism despite even the toughest situations always affected the way he looked, and boy did he always look irresistible. Even in this rainy overcast, he still smiled and sparkled with enthusiasm

Just another thing to love endlessly about him

You couldnt tell, but you were currently staring at him with lovestruck eyes and the dopiest smile that ever existed plastered on your chocolate coated lips.

Izuku found himself grinning along with you as his face stayed forward, peaking at you from the corner of his eye.

Your mug of hot chocolate was seemingly forgotten as you hugged his large, muscular arm, an act he certainly didnt mind if the light flush on his cheeks were anything to go by.

“You’ve got a chocolate moustache, princess.” The boy pointed out, lips pressing into a thin line to push down any giggles rumbling in his chest.

“W-what! Really?” oh, how embarrassing. How the hell did you get it on yourself? You weren’t a kid, only kids got those, right? Oh dear.

Just as you were about to wipe it off with your blanket still draped around you, Izuku turned, gently cupping your cheek and gazing deeply into your wide, (E/C) eyes.

Oh man.

His eyes.

Up close, they were the most beautiful thing you ever did see.

Age certainly did affect them, but not in a negative way. No, they were still as captivating as ever, but now there were tiny specks of brown you’d only truly see if you were this close to him, but god did they bring those eyes together. It was like staring into a forest coated in morning dew and shimmering with the blinding light of the sun.

Addicting. You’d certainly be the first to say you could stare into them for hours and never get bored.

“Here, let me.” his tone was softer than ever, yet held a bite of playfulness.

Eyes slipping closed, you nuzzled your rosey cheek into his scarred palm, an act the man you loved couldn't help but find utterly adorable and innocent.

Honestly, you were expecting him to wipe it away with his thumb or something, but the moment you felt something warm and wet lick across the top of your lip, you erupted with laughter.

“Eww! Izukuu!” you nearly choked on the words from how hard you found yourself laughing, weakly pushing his face away.

“What do you mean ew~” That teasing tone he always seemed to use on you during moments like these resurfaced, “i’ve done much ‘grosser’ things to you than just licking your lip, darling.”

Face burning from embarrassment, you whined loudly as he gingerly pulled you into his lap, your thighs on the sides of his own, placing the book down beside him just so that he could hug you close to him.

It was impossible not to relax instantly into his comforting embrace, the blanket previously doing next to nothing to protect you from this chilly air, but his body was like a heater in itself.

So, so warm.

“You’re forgiven.” you mumble against his neck, unintentionally sending sweet shivers down his spine.

“You s-sound tired..” the bashful man stuttered in that cute way he always seemed to do when flustered, hand idly rubbing up and down your blanket clad back.

“Mm.. just a little.” You didn't even realize how tired you were until you had a chance to sink into his warmth. Perhaps searching all over the house for the past half hour wore you out more than you’d like to admit.

Plus.. the calming rain certainly wasnt helping.

It was much more intense out here than it was when inside, the splatter of it hitting the pond not as muffled as before, mainly due to the fact that the pond was so close you could reach out and touch it if you so desired.

Which you didn’t.

Because then you’d get wet.

The sheer thought of getting cold water on your warm skin made you cringe, huffing through your nose just to nuzzle it into the crook of his neck.

Breathing in his scent was like being slapped with all the good things in your life.

He always had a bit of a musky scent. It was hard to tell if it came from his sweat or just natural scent, either way- it wasn’t all that bad when paired with his shampoo and conditioner.

Always one to use, for lack of better words, green scents. Planty scents. Scents that made you just want to bury your nose in his dreamily soft, fluffy green hair and stay there all day, carding your fingers through the locks just to hear his satisfied hum.

In a short conclusion, not only did he radiate manliness, but he also smelled manly.

Isn’t that what his friend, Red Riot, would say? Manly?

It was hard to describe him as anything but that.

He certainly grew up quite a bit after his years at UA, growing taller and becoming even more buff as he got to work on the field more. Age 18 was certainly a convenient time for him to have a growth spurt. And here he was now, 25, littered with scars you always pressed loving kisses to whenever you got the chance, and as handsome as ever.

But he knew you liked his scent, because you would often tell him that. Especially when he got out of the shower. It was actually hard for him to get dressed because you were clinging onto him, enjoying the lovely smells as he desperately clutched at his towel and whined.

It was very easy for him to compare you to a baby sloth, something that always clung to another. It was cute, and he always adored the attention, something he lacked growing up.

Even now, he knew exactly what you were thinking as you sighed happily. Your body seemed to slump against his, fitting into his arms like the puzzle piece he had always been looking for. He’d be damned if he ever lost it.

Pressing a tender kiss against your temple, he smiled the moment he noticed your breathing slowly getting deeper.

“Falling asleep, hmm?” he whispered, “I guess you do nap around this time.”

As expected, he didn't quite get a response other than a simple hum.

You really were too cute.

But he couldn't blame you anyway, it was the perfect weather and place to take a nap.

It wasn't often he was able to nap with you, so you must be inwardly jumping for joy as his heartbeat and soft thumps of rain against the roof lulled you to sleep.

You always felt so.. protected and safe in his hold. And that wasn’t just because he was a hero, no, it was something more primal, like whenever you were in his arms you were always drowning in the feeling of love and safety.

Maybe it was something more than that, but you were far too tired to actually come up with any logical explanations.

So instead, you finally let yourself drip into dreamland in the warm embrace of your beloved, letting gentle chimes swaying in the wind and the relaxing sound of rain be your guide.

And Izuku?

Well, he went back to reading his book, using your lovely ass as a place to rest it.

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dreamyjoons · 6 years ago

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open house // jhs

Synopsis: your boyfriend Hoseok is stressed about running his first solo open house, and you’re determined to help him relax.

Genre/warnings: smut! pwp, established relationship, soft dom!Hobi, oral (m receiving), throatfucking, swallowing, lil rough, fingering, spanking, ring kink?, dirty talk, praise kink, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, swearing, pet names.

Words: 3.2k

A/N: finally putting out a Hoseok fic!! Let me know your thoughts. Enjoy! 🧡

You push open the front door the large house, the bright white walls almost blinding you in the morning light. The smell of fresh coffee and muffins drifted through the house, textbook techniques that your boyfriend was finally getting to put to use.

“Hoseok?” You call out, shutting the door behind you gently as you look around the empty space.

The house was new on the market, and when they had approached Hoseok about selling it for them he nearly passed out from excitement. Weeks of prep later and here you were, on the house’s first open day with buyers to arrive within the next hour.

When Hoseok had left that morning, he was as excitable as ever, a spring in each step as he prepared for the day ahead. That was, until you got. Frantic call half an hour ago saying that he needed your help to finish the house. Apparently the cleaners hadn’t fully done their job.

Fast movements can be heard from upstairs, and you see your boyfriend almost throw himself down the staircase in his blind panic as he races to you.

He barrels into you, yanking you in a tight hug. You sway with the impact, letting him cling on to you before you step away from him, checking that he was okay.

His muted yellow suit jacket that he was required to wear by his realtor company hung snugly over his shoulders as if it were tailor-made for him. Silver rings decorated his slender fingers, and his chestnut hair was silken and styled to damn near perfection. But his usually smiling lips were pulled into a nervous line.

“Thank you for coming, baby. I need your help.” He rushes, and you nod, taking in the serious glint in his soft eyes.

“What can I do Hobi?” You ask softly.

“Vacuum?” He asks cautiously, a small smile creeping onto his face. Despite your total distaste for vacuuming, you wanted to ease the stress your boyfriend was under, so you nod. He sags at your words, relief evident on his face.

“Sure. Show me the tools.” You smile. He almost skips, locking his fingers with yours and dragging you to where the vacuum was kept.

You drag it out of the cupboard - kept stocked as part of the supplies left in the house to maintain it - and plug it in.

“The first people should be here in like forty-five minutes, that should be plenty of time.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but you nod anyway.

“It’s gonna be fine. You got this.” You tell him, snapping his attention back to you.

He gives you a wide heart-shaped smile and a kiss on the forehead before he skitters away, determined to finish his other checks.

You end up vacuuming the whole house, much to your distaste. But you did it for Hoseok so you kept quiet and cracked on. When you were finally done, you tucked the hoover back into the closet and went looking for Hoseok, mentally preparing for new tasks.

You find him in the empty master bedroom, pacing with a dark look on his face. You could see the nerves rolling off him in waves.

“Hobi, you doing alright?” You ask gently, making him snap his head towards you.

“Hmm? Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” He nods, giving you a small smile. You step up to him and weave your fingers with his, squeezing slightly.

“You’re gonna smash this, baby. You don’t need any other associate - you’re gonna sell the hell out of this house, and make a lot of people happy like you normally do.” You smile, letting your sincerity sink into each word.

“I know, I'm just… I dunno.” He stumbles, nervously bouncing on the spot. His fingers tapped on the back of your hand, and his eyes wouldn’t stop shooting around the room, searching for imperfections.

“You got it. What else can I do to help?” You ask, letting go of one of his hands to bring it to rest on his face.

His eyes snap to yours, his movements stilling.

“I mean… no, it’s dumb. It’s okay baby, I'll be fine.” He rambles, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he tears his eyes from you.

“No come on, what can I do to help you relax?”

“We could always… y’know.” He smirks, flicking his eyebrows up and down. You scoff, shaking your head at him.

“Here? In the house you're about to sell in like fifteen minutes?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t think you can do it in that time?” He asks cockily, and you’re stunned at how quickly his demeanour changed. It always turned you on how fast he switches, and he knew that, too.

“You know I can baby, but I don't think it’ll be a good idea to for potential buyers to see you with your dick down my throat.” You say dryly, but he gives you a dark chuckle, sliding his hand to knot his fingers in your hair.

“I don’t think I'd mind.”

“I think you would.” You smirk, eyebrow raised. He takes a minute to soak in your words before nodding.

He presses a small kiss to your lips before looking down at his watch. His forehead creases as he his worries slowly start to plague him once again, the lack of distraction bringing him back to reality.

Rolling your eyes but with a giddy tingle running through you, you push him back against the wall, your hands resting on the waistband of his pressed pastel trousers.

“Wha-”

“Just shut up, before I change my mind.” You smirk, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw.

You move along to his lips, seizing them in a kiss. His threads one hand through your hair as he takes control, the other coming to rest on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

“We gotta be quick baby.” He says breathily between kisses, and you nod.

You hastily undress, pushing your jeans to the floor, shirt flying off, underwear dropped. You stood bare in front of him, whereas he only had his jacket thrown across the room and his trousers down slightly, length exposed. The contrast between you send shivers down your body. After an appraising look he’s back on you, pressing you to the wall.

His hands move quickly to your slit, running feather-light touches along you. You shiver slightly before you let your hand wander to his semi-hard length, running him through your hands to bring him to attention. He keens under your touch, a smile sliding onto his face. You drag your thumb over his tip, ghosting just over the little slit. He shivers, a light laugh falling from his lips. In retaliation he presses a harder finger between your legs, breezing across your clit and down through your wetness, the drag of his rings across your heat making you feel practically feral.

“You gonna open up for me, Y/N?” He practically purrs, and you obey. Widening your legs as you lean back into the wall, you press your hands behind you for support.

He runs a slender hand across your lower stomach, the cool of his rings biting into your warm skin. His hand stops lightly to flick over your clit, making you suck in a breath through your teeth. He barely touches you this time, teasing as he kisses along your jaw.

Almost without warning, his finger slides through your wetness before circling over your clit, selfish and rough. The wet noises you make bring heat flushing to your cheeks, but he loves it, placing bruising kisses across your skin.

“Hobi…” you whine, but he merely smirks into your neck, increasing the speed of his fingers at a mind-numbing pace.

His free hand slithers between your leg, gathering your wetness on his fingers before he gently begins to press one inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, and you hear him giggle.

“That’s my girl. Taking what I give you.” He whispers beside your ear before nibbling gently at your lobe.

You can feel your wetness dripping over his finger as he fucks it into you. Your hips roll off the wall as you move to hold onto his arms, but he tuts at you.

“No hands, baby.” You go to protest, but get cut off by a guttural moan that rips through you as his finger curls into your soft spot inside.

You slam your arms back to the wall, fingers scraping against the white paint for any kind of support. There was none, so you were left panting and moaning, completely under his control as his finger fills you.

He pauses for just a moment and you cry out in annoyance, only for two fingers to slide back inside you. Your head lulls back, the stretch making your groan, his rings occasionally grazing against your hole.

Pressing his body into yours, his hand rubbing your clit slips away to knead at a breast. With the hand of the fingers inside you, he slides a thumb up to brush wildly over your clit. The bite of his metal rings add an extra sensation, and soon you’re seeing stars. Using the wetness from his fingers, he rolls your pebbled nipple in his hand. The sensation of his vice grip on your breast and in your hole was too much.

“Hobi, I’m so close.” You whine, your breathing rapidly climbing.

“That’s my girl, pussy dripping on my fingers. God you’re so tight.” He whispers between kisses on your throat, your neck fully exposed to him.

You’re so close, teetering on the edge of your orgasm when his hand slips from you, leaving you needy and dripping. You stare at him, your mouth dropped and you core throbbing, crying out to cum.

“Hoseok? What the fuck-”

“Now now, that’s no way to get what you want, is it?” He smiles, pulling back to fix you with a smirk. “Besides, like you said, we haven’t got time.”

You frowned at him, your body highly sensitive and tingling at being left so close. He didn’t care, though - in fact he seemed to relish in it.

“Turn around baby, we don’t have long.”

You give him the dirtiest look you can muster, but he chuckles, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him, his hard length pressing into your stomach.

“You’re not defying me, are you?” He asks sweetly, but his voice drips with a command that you don’t want to disappoint.

“I was so close Hobi, I was gonna cum.” You whine. He smiles then, running a soothing hand across your forehead before sliding it down to your chin. He pulls you forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, tender and loving.

“Then do as you’re told baby. I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here. Now turn.” He growls, and extra hard grip of your ass to solidify his words.

You do as you’re told, turning your naked body away from his embrace. He presses your face against the wall, ass out, exposed before him. He runs a soothing hand over your ass, tracing the body he knows so well before he reels back and slaps your cheek. You gasp at the sting, buckling slightly against the wall. He rubs a soothing hand over the spot, the slight cooling of his rings messing with your head.

“Now, if you stop having a tantrum, I'll make it up to you.” He sighs, running his hands up your back and down again to grab your ass. “Show you and that soaking little pussy just how much I love you.”

Another slap on the other cheek, and you silence your gasp by biting your lip. He moans contentedly, letting his fingers dust over your reddening cheek.

“Are you gonna be good and help me get off baby?” He whispers into your back, pressing soft kisses along your spine as he lines himself up, running his tip in your wet slit. You almost growl in anticipation, the ghosting of his length across your clit too much to bear.

“Yes, yes Hobi.” You grunt, rolling your hips to get him to move faster. You knew there was a time crunch, but there was no way you would cut this short - you couldn’t.

You feel him beginning to push in, the graze sending your mind reeling. After an agonizingly slow drag, he finally bottoms out inside you, letting his length sit inside your pulsing walls. He lets out a hum, his fingers flexing on your soft skin as you both grow accustomed to each other. The calm before the storm. Slowly he begins to slide back out, almost fully, before he drives home hard, the force pressing you harder against the wall.

You brace yourself and groan at the impact, his tip gliding through your wet core as he begins to work himself up, the snap of his hips getting harder and harder.

He grabs a handful of your hair for stability, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts. The mixture of moans and breathing is pure sin, your whines and his grunts bouncing off the walls.

“So good, so good to me Y/N. Taking my dick all the way.” he grunts, an endless spew of words falling from his lips.

When he could no longer form coherent sentences, he dips his head to your shoulder, biting as his hips reach a brutal pace. You were already starting to get sore, the hardness of the wall and the pace that Hoseok was fucking into you was making your legs shake, but it felt so good you couldn’t do anything but whine for him.

The slapping of your bodies barely covers your moans, the drag of Hoseok’s length hitting you just right leading to all sorts of noises from you. He laughs breathlessly into your skin, his fast pace rocking you both higher and higher towards your edge.

“I’m getting so close baby.” He practically whines, And you nod dumbly, feeling yourself slipping closer to the edge too. He snakes his hand from you hip to your clit, ringed knuckles barely brushing the sensitive bud.

Your impending moan is cut off by the sound of a knock downstairs causing Hoseok’s hips to completely still, his length fully sheathed inside you. The knocking continues, causing him to swear under his breath.

His slides out from you, and you bite your lip to keep from whining at his absence, the teetering orgasm rapidly vanishing. Your core throbs, your clit aching for the job to be finished, to finally get your orgasm. He looks down between you, His erection still full and red, panic wild in his face. He was freaking out about having to hide it, you could tell.

You knew you had to act fast.

You turn to face him and sink to your knees, pumping his length slightly before running your tongue up his length. His eyes blow wide as he looks down at you, his gasp caught in his throat.

“Y/N-”

“This is what you wanted, right?” you wink, and he shuts his eyes tight, swearing. “Just go for it Hobi, I can take it. Just be quick.”

His eyes fly open to look at you, double checking he’d heard correctly.

“Fuck me.” You moan, eyes latching on to his.

He simply nods, so you open your mouth and taking him down as far as you can go. He lets out a breathy whine, his length already throbbing in your warm mouth.

You both hear the front door open, and the first guests calling out for anyone.

“I’ll be down in just a moment!” He cries, before locking eyes with you and giving you a smirk.

He draws his hips back and begins thrusting down your throat, his fingers knotting in your hair as he uses your mouth. You relax your throat as much as you can, simply focusing on your breathing and angling your tongue so that it hits the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Yes baby, so dirty for me, such a good girl letting me use your mouth like this. Fuck, so close...” he whispers, an endless ramble of praise that you adore.

You can tell he’s close by how hard his hips stutter, and you ignore the water that starts streaming from your eyes as apply extra pressure with your mouth, sucking as he thrusts. You can hear the footsteps downstairs, the thought of you and Hoseok being caught making this all the more hotter. He obviously felt it too, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrusts into the back of your throat. Your core was soaked, dripping down your leg desperate for the release you so clearly needed. But this was about your boyfriend - you will get repayment later. That, or payback.

He mutters your name in warning before hot liquid gushes out of him, coating your mouth and forcing its way down your throat. You hold back a cough, swallowing the white liquid as his hips stagger to a stop. His body slackens above you, completely still but for the gently stroking on the back of your head.

He pulls his length out of your mouth and help you wobble to your feet, a smile on your lips despite the burn in the corners. You wipe away a drip that had spilled out of the corner of your mouth, and having nowhere to put it you simply lick it off your finger, making him groan once more. He places a quick kiss to your lips as he hastily zips up his trousers and tucks in his shirt. He steps away from you and throws on his jacket, sending you a quick wink and walking to the door.

“I’ll pay you back with at least three orgasms tonight baby, I promise.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes.

“Good luck Hobi.” You whisper. He grins at you, your favourite sunshine smile before he finally dips out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

You hear him cheerily greet the people downstairs, and holding back a snigger, you hastily redress yourself. Pressing your ear to the door to check that the coast was clear, you open it and sneak down the stairs - careful to avoid making any noise. With one final check, you bolt to the door, but not without casting as eye back through the house.

You lock eyes with Hoseok over the shoulders of the couple in the room beside you, and you throw him a quick wink. He giggles and hides it subtly behind his hand, passing it off as a cough. You bite your lip and sneak out, letting the door shut quietly behind you.

As you make your way to your car out front, you begin to think of how you were going to claim those orgasms later. Your throat was already feeling a little sore, and you could feel yourself soaking through your panties - he definitely owed you.

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When Derek became an Alpha again, everything changed “Urp...so full, I can’t -ahh eat anything else. urp. Fattening me so good, Derek.”

When Derek became an Alpha again, everything changed. He had been with Stiles for over a year and known Stiles was his mate for years before that. His wolf had always been possessive, eager to protect and provide for his mate, but the constant urge to prove himself to his mate had never been so strong before.

His mate was perfect. Derek…was less so. He had gotten his mate into so many dangerous situations. His mate was brave and smart and loyal. Derek had to prove that he deserved that loyalty. As an Alpha, his wolf was howling to show off just how well Derek could provide for his mate and show everyone how happy and safe he could make Stiles.

Luckily for him, Stiles was easy to provide for. His relationship requirements were cuddles, sex, and food. And what Stiles wanted – Derek was going to go above and beyond to give. If he had an ulterior motive of trying to fatten Stiles’ up so he was too lazy and full to get into trouble…no one needed to know.

The wolf wasn’t exactly subtle. Stiles figured it out in a month. His mate was so smart.

“Making me fat, Der,” Stiles smiled, leaning over to kiss Derek, and steal another cupcake. “But I’ve never been happier.”

***

The influx of food was dizzying.

Date nights at Stiles’ favorite diner. Movie and pizza nights with the pack. Lazy mornings with breakfast in bed. Liberal amounts of butter slathered on anything imaginable. Sandwiches dripping in mayo. Only having dessert for dinner suddenly became desserts after lunch, and then even breakfast was followed by a few chocolate-filled croissants. Freezer and cabinets always kept full of Stiles’ favorites, the latest one being full-size chocolate bars dipped into slightly melted peanut butter.

Stiles was popping buttons, stomach going from flat, to swollen, to rounding out over his waistband, watching the numbers of the scale climb higher and higher.

“Stiles is certainly looking…healthy these days.”

“Finally putting on that relationship, weight, son?”

“What is Derek feeding you?”

Derek says nothing, but he puts an arm around Stiles’ waist and grins as the wolf preens

***

Derek drives three hours to find a Polish bakery that sells Baklava. Tiny, delicate bites of pastry, dripping in honey. He buys 5 dozen.

He watches Stiles eyes flutter close and the tiny groan of delight he makes as he pops them in his mouth one by one. Derek can’t focus on anything else the entire night, doesn’t catch a word of the movie Stiles is watching, he can only stare and count the number of pastries being swallows down. Not surprisingly, Stiles finishes them all by the time the movie ends.

Derek lifts him carefully off the couch as Stiles grumbles about how he could walk, if he wasn’t so full.

“It’s your fault, asshole. You knew those were my favorite.”

“Didn’t have to eat them all,” Derek huffed. Most men would be struggling to heft 275 pounds up the stairs. At most, his muscles are barely straining. He could still carry Stiles if he was double this weight.

“But, you knew I would.” “Of course I did.” Stiles swats at his arm. “Jerk. When I’m 500 pounds you better be ready to carry my fatass.”

As if Derek would mind.

***

His mate is resting in his den, unclothed, presenting himself so perfectly for Derek, round, full belly proudly facing up.

“Urp...so full, I can’t -ahh eat anything else. urp. Fattening me so good, Derek.”

All the little noises Stiles makes, the breathless moans and burps, never fail to go straight to Derek’s dick. He drops the ice cream carton he’d been holding on the bed and puts both hands on his gut, coaxing out more sounds from Stiles, stomach rumbling. “Too full for dessert?” “Only if you feed me, Alpha.”

***

The noise that came from Stiles’ office was less a cry than it was a yelp, followed by a lot of swearing. Stiles was on all fours, his office chair stuck on his back like a shell. He was obese that his belly was no longer sticking out proudly in front of him, but instead sagged against the floor, too much blubber to do anything but round out and down.

“A little top heavy?” “Haha.” Stiles said dry. “Laugh it up, buddy. I could have been seriously injured.”

“You’ve got padding.” Derek told him, walking over to lift the chair off of him.

“Ow! Careful! I felt that.” “I’ll bet,” Derek smirked. “What exactly happened?”

“I…tried to get up and got stuck on something so I…tipped over.”

Derek was laughing. “Or you refused to let me order you a new chair and finally got too fat for this one.”

He pushed Stiles’ generous love handles out of the way of the chair arms. Sure enough, the chair easily allowed itself to be righted and Stiles clumsily pulled himself to his feet. Derek made sure to order new furniture that night, deciding that all the chairs in their house really should be exchanged. Perhaps a wider tub as well. And an even larger bed wouldn’t go amiss… He didn’t even blink at the extravagant price tags of having all their furniture custom built, adding extra inches to the already unusually large measurements. Hopefully those would be large enough to support Stiles for at least another year.

***

They move into a new house before the year is out, taking their new, much more comfortable, furniture with them. Stiles’ size necessitated it. He needed to turn sideways to get into the bathroom and office. The realtor had given Derek a knowing wink when she met the pair of them and found the perfectly sized house. It had large doorways and double doors, spacious hallways, and, Stiles’ favorite feature – a lack of stairs. ***

With predatory fascination from the doorway, cock hard and leaking, Derek watches Stiles sitting in the bed, leaning against the backboard, pillowy arms trying to reach around his gut. His arms refused to reach, no matter how he stretched. He changed his strategy after a few minutes, belly jiggling furiously as it rested heavily in his lap, a few inches shy of his knees. ”Need a hand?” ”Shut- up,” Stiles panted. “I’m just - a little - full - right - now.” Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as Stiles tries to lift it up, taking handfuls of fat in his hands and still unsuccessful in his goal. Derek enjoys the show for a while longer before pouncing, feeling the weight of Stiles’ girth against him as he pleasures his mate.

This morning is the same as every morning in their new house.

He hears Stiles heavy breathing as he gets out of bed, the groaning of the bed springs and the floorboards under him. Derek puts a few pounds of bacon on, listening for Stiles footsteps down the hall. It takes him longer and longer to get ready, the effort of trying to pull sweatpants over his enormous body becoming an increasing struggle.

Derek isn’t sure why he bothers. Stiles doesn’t leave the house much anyway.

And then Stiles is laboriously waddling into the kitchen, squishing Derek up against the counter as he kisses him.

The wolf is finally sated. Derek knows his mate is happy and provided for. And he can finally keep his mate safe at home and protected and continually provide from him. Stiles has gotten so big and heavy and lazy under Derek’s care, his size a monument for everyone to see how much Derek loved his mate. Each and every pound was a testament to that.

His mate was perfect

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Yup! The cleaners bring everything needed for your cleaning. However, the cleaners will not bring laundry detergent, dishwasher soap, or trash can liner. Just tell us where those are stored at your unit:)

Do you do laundry?

Yup! Between 1-3 loads of laundry is included as part of the package, depending on the size of your home. If you do NOT need laundry, you may qualify for a discounted rate. If you have more loads to be done, don't worry! Additional loads will automatically be billed at $10/load.

We use the linen that you provide us. Laundry service is included in the price as long as the machines are on-site or in-building. If not, there is a $10 gas/time charge (in addition to reimbursement) to go to a laundromat.

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