#kitchen fire prevention

[mousestar369]

I'd really like 9-1-1 to do a call with a grease fire, or even just any situation involving one. Roughly half of all household fires are grease/oil fires, and it's really important to know how to deal with them.

For the record, to deal with a fire of this type:

DO. NOT. USE. WATER. This WILL make it worse. It will only spread the oil around. Example below.

If it's in a pan, find the lid to the pan and cover it to smother the fire.

If it's not in a pan or you don't have the lid, you can use baking soda (SPECIFICALLY baking soda). It can take a lot to work.

If you have one, you can use a Class K fire extinguisher (preferred) or a Class B fire extinguisher.

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Reducing Fire Hazards: The Importance of Regular Hood Degreasing and Maintenance

Fire safety is a critical concern in any kitchen, especially in busy commercial settings. One of the best ways to minimize fire risks is through consistent kitchen exhaust hood cleaning and degreasing. Regular maintenance of the exhaust hood system removes built-up grease and contaminants, significantly reducing the chances of ignition and ensuring a safer workspace for everyone.

Why Kitchen Exhaust Hood Cleaning is Essential for Fire Safety

In a bustling kitchen, the exhaust hood and ventilation system work constantly to filter out grease, smoke, and odors. Over time, grease can build up inside the hood, ducts, and filters, creating a potential fire hazard. Regular hood degreasing and kitchen exhaust cleaning help prevent this accumulation, keeping the system operating efficiently and safely. This maintenance is a vital part of any fire prevention strategy, especially for commercial kitchens.

The Importance of Regular Degreasing and Maintenance

Routine kitchen exhaust hood maintenance provides several advantages beyond just fire safety. It can extend the lifespan of your exhaust system and improve air quality within the kitchen. Here are some key reasons to prioritize regular hood cleaning and degreasing:

Minimized Fire Risks: Removing grease buildup reduces the chance of fires starting within the exhaust system.

Enhanced Airflow: A clean exhaust system allows for better ventilation, improving comfort for kitchen staff.

Energy Efficiency: Clean exhaust hoods operate more effectively, potentially reducing energy costs for your business.

Professional Kitchen Exhaust Hood Cleaning Services

While some kitchen staff may try to handle cleaning themselves, hiring professional kitchen exhaust cleaning services ensures a more thorough and effective job. These experts have the tools and experience to clean every part of the exhaust system, including areas where grease tends to accumulate. This not only helps you comply with local fire codes but also gives you peace of mind, knowing your kitchen is safe.

Professional services can create a cleaning schedule tailored to your kitchen’s needs, whether it’s weekly, monthly, or quarterly maintenance. They also provide documentation of each cleaning, which is crucial for meeting regulatory requirements and maintaining insurance coverage.

Signs That Your Kitchen Exhaust Hood Needs Cleaning

Recognizing when your kitchen exhaust hood needs cleaning is vital for maintaining a safe kitchen. Here are some signs that it’s time to schedule a professional cleaning:

Visible grease or residue on the hood or filters

Smoke lingering in the kitchen longer than usual

Unusual noises or reduced airflow from the exhaust fan

Challenges in passing fire safety inspections

Addressing these signs quickly with thorough kitchen hood cleaning can prevent more serious issues and help keep your kitchen safe.

Protect Your Kitchen with Regular Exhaust Hood Cleaning

Routine kitchen exhaust hood cleaning and degreasing are essential for reducing fire hazards and ensuring the safety of your kitchen. By investing in professional cleaning services and maintaining a consistent schedule, you can protect your kitchen from fire risks, improve air quality, and keep your exhaust system functioning smoothly. Prioritizing regular cleaning not only ensures compliance with fire safety regulations but also creates a safer and more efficient kitchen for your staff and customers.

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How to Spot Exhaust Hood Issues Before They Lead to Major Repairs

A properly maintained kitchen exhaust hood is essential for a safe and efficient commercial kitchen. Identifying early signs of trouble can help you avoid expensive kitchen exhaust hood repair in the future. From unusual noises to reduced airflow, knowing what to look for can keep your kitchen running smoothly and prevent larger issues from developing.

The Importance of Early Detection in Kitchen Exhaust Hood Maintenance

Regular maintenance of your kitchen exhaust hood is crucial for catching minor problems before they escalate. Addressing these issues early can prolong the lifespan of your exhaust system, enhance air quality, and reduce the risk of fire hazards. Early detection can also save time and money by preventing emergency kitchen hood repairs.

Key Warning Signs of Exhaust Hood Problems

Spotting issues early on can help you decide when it’s time for kitchen exhaust hood repair services. Here are some common warning signs that indicate your system may need attention:

Unusual Noises: Grinding, rattling, or other strange sounds from the exhaust fan can point to issues with the fan motor or bearings. These noises often indicate that parts are wearing out and may need repair or replacement.

Reduced Airflow: A well-functioning exhaust hood should effectively pull air out of the kitchen. If you notice a decrease in airflow, it could mean clogged filters or blocked ducts, which can restrict ventilation and require professional exhaust hood repair.

Visible Grease Accumulation: If grease is dripping from the edges of the exhaust hood, it signals excessive buildup inside. This can reduce the system's efficiency and increase fire risks, making immediate cleaning and repair essential.

Persistent Smoke and Odors: Lingering smoke and cooking odors in the kitchen may suggest that the exhaust hood is not working properly. This could be due to a failing fan or clogged filters that need attention.

What to Do When You Notice Exhaust Hood Issues

When you detect signs of trouble, it’s important to take swift action to avoid more costly kitchen exhaust hood repair needs. Here’s what you can do:

1. Inspect and Clean Filters

Begin by checking the filters for grease buildup. Cleaning or replacing dirty filters can restore airflow and improve ventilation. This is an easy first step before considering more extensive repairs.

2. Schedule Professional Inspections

If issues persist after cleaning, it may be time to call an exhaust hood repair company. Professional technicians can pinpoint underlying problems, such as motor issues or duct blockages, and provide comprehensive solutions.

DIY Maintenance vs. Professional Repair Services

Some maintenance tasks, like cleaning filters and checking for visible wear, can be handled in-house. However, more complex repairs, such as motor replacements or duct cleaning, require professional expertise. Choosing the right approach can save time and ensure the repairs are done correctly.

Keep Your Kitchen Safe with Proactive Maintenance

Regular maintenance and early detection are key to avoiding significant kitchen exhaust hood repair needs. By staying alert to unusual noises, reduced airflow, and other warning signs, you can maintain the efficiency of your kitchen’s ventilation system. Don’t let small issues become major problems—proactive maintenance helps ensure a safe and effective kitchen environment.

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Why Addressing Grease Buildup is Critical for Fire Safety in Commercial Kitchens

Commercial kitchens are constantly exposed to high heat, open flames, and grease, making them particularly vulnerable to fire hazards. One of the most significant risks in these environments is the buildup of grease in exhaust hoods and ventilation systems. If not managed properly, this hidden danger can lead to devastating fires. In this article, we’ll explore why addressing grease buildup is essential for fire safety in every restaurant and how proper maintenance can prevent serious incidents.

How Grease Buildup Occurs

Every time food is cooked, especially when frying or grilling, tiny grease particles are released into the air. These particles are captured by the kitchen's exhaust system, where they gradually accumulate in the hood, filters, and ductwork. Over time, this buildup forms a thick, flammable layer of grease, creating a significant fire risk if not regularly cleaned.

In busy commercial kitchens, grease can accumulate quickly, often out of sight, which makes the risk even more dangerous. While exhaust hoods are designed to remove smoke and heat, they also trap grease, and without proper maintenance, this can become a recipe for disaster.

The Fire Hazards of Grease Buildup

Grease is highly flammable, and when it accumulates inside a kitchen's ventilation system, even a small flame or spark can ignite it. Once a grease fire starts, it can spread rapidly through the ductwork, reaching other areas of the building. These types of fires are notoriously difficult to extinguish and can cause extensive damage in a very short amount of time.

In addition to the physical dangers, grease fires put employees and customers at risk, leading to potential injuries, financial losses, and possible closure of the business. Fire prevention is crucial in ensuring that your restaurant remains a safe environment, and the first step in prevention is addressing grease buildup.

Preventing Grease Buildup with Regular Cleaning

The most effective way to prevent grease-related fires in commercial kitchens is through regular cleaning of the exhaust hood and ventilation system. Establishing a consistent cleaning schedule ensures that grease doesn’t accumulate to dangerous levels. For high-volume kitchens, exhaust systems may need cleaning every month, while other kitchens can maintain safety with quarterly cleanings.

By investing in regular cleaning, you are not only reducing fire hazards but also improving the efficiency of the ventilation system. A clean exhaust hood helps maintain better airflow, reducing heat and odors in the kitchen while also lowering energy costs.

The Role of Professional Cleaning Services

While in-house staff can handle surface cleaning, professional cleaning services are essential for thoroughly addressing grease buildup in hard-to-reach areas like ductwork and fans. Professional cleaners use specialized equipment to remove grease deposits from every part of the exhaust system, ensuring it’s safe and compliant with fire safety standards.

Hiring professionals also provides peace of mind. They can inspect your system for potential issues, keep detailed cleaning records, and ensure that your restaurant meets local safety codes and regulations, reducing your liability in the event of an incident.

Fire Code Compliance and Liability

Many local fire codes require commercial kitchens to maintain their exhaust systems regularly, and failure to do so can result in penalties, fines, or worse—shut down of the business. Additionally, insurance policies often mandate proof of regular cleaning in order to cover potential fire damage. By complying with these regulations, you protect your business from both legal and financial consequences.

Proper exhaust system maintenance also demonstrates a commitment to safety, which is vital for building trust with both customers and employees.

Conclusion

Grease buildup is a hidden but severe fire hazard in commercial kitchens, and addressing it is essential for maintaining a safe and compliant environment. By investing in regular exhaust hood cleaning and working with professional services, restaurants can significantly reduce the risk of fire, protect their property, and ensure the safety of everyone involved. Don’t overlook the importance of proper maintenance—keeping your kitchen clean means keeping it safe.

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Reliable Exhaust Hood Cleaning for Fire Prevention

Regular kitchen exhaust hood cleaning is crucial for fire prevention in commercial kitchens. At Red Eagle, we specialize in cleaning exhaust hoods, ensuring they remain free from grease buildup. Our professional services help reduce fire risks, improve airflow, and maintain compliance with safety regulations. We offer customized solutions for restaurants and other commercial kitchens across Los Angeles. Protect your kitchen from fire hazards with our reliable cleaning services.

Red Eagle - Kitchen Hood Services LA Los Angeles, CA (213) 698-3893 https://redeaglerestfirehood.com/ 

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Expert Kitchen Exhaust Hood Repair by Red Eagle Fire Protection Agoura Hills

Red Eagle Fire Protection in Agoura Hills is here to help! Specializing in Kitchen Exhaust Hood Repair, our expert team ensures your kitchen stays safe and efficient. A malfunctioning exhaust hood can lead to poor ventilation, smoke buildup, and even fire hazards. Don’t let these issues compromise your safety. Our skilled technicians will diagnose and fix the problem, restoring your exhaust hood to peak performance. Trust Red Eagle Fire Protection Agoura Hills for professional, reliable service that keeps your kitchen running smoothly.

Red Eagle Fire Protection Agoura Hills Agoura Hills, CA (747) 326-2084 https://redeaglerestfirehood.com/agoura-hills-ca/

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Kitchen Exhaust Cleaning Los Angeles

Icon Fire Prevention offers top-tier kitchen exhaust cleaning services in Los Angeles, ensuring your commercial kitchen remains safe and compliant. Our certified professionals use advanced techniques to remove grease and contaminants from your kitchen exhaust systems, preventing fire hazards and maintaining air quality.

We provide comprehensive services, including inspections and deep cleaning of hoods, ducts, and fans, ensuring your exhaust system functions efficiently. Understanding the unique challenges of Los Angeles commercial kitchens, we tailor our services to meet your specific needs. Our commitment to excellence and proactive approach ensure a safe and healthy kitchen environment. Trust Icon Fire Prevention for reliable kitchen exhaust cleaning in Los Angeles. Contact us today for peace of mind and a professionally cleaned exhaust system.

[armandegamer]

Ah! You’ve awoken, my lo-yes, I am using your laptop. Hush now and listen. I have installed this charming little game application called The Sims! I have made digital avatars of us and all of our friends that live in your computer. And- oh, yes. That’s a modification I’ve made to the game that allows us to do it on the dining room table while Louis watches, beloved. Isn’t it wonderful? Look, Claudia is on fire. Daniel, don’t fuss. I assure you it was due to an ill fated kitchen accident. I could not have prevented it.

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OKAY. LET ME COOK. Can I request abo with Omega Wolverine (💀) and he is going into heat. And he needs his alpha to come take care of him and leads to wolverine and reader taking care of him to make sure his omega is okay.am fucking dying 💀 -😉

Logan Howlett x Male Reader

Word count: 5,841

Warnings: Smut, A/B/O/ Omegaverse, !!Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers!!, mentions of Wade and Logan figting (Logan repetedly breaking Wade's jaw, Logan has a knife in his shoulder, Ect..), Bottom! Logan, Omega! Logan, Top!Male!Reader, Alpha!Male!Reader, Marking, scenting, regular A/B/O stuff, Breeding, heat inducing wet dreams, breaking and entering.

(A/N: First fic back Hooray! I haven't written for Wolvie in years so bear with me)

Finding a man passed out drunk in your living room wasn’t something you planned for. You were actually planning to use your day off to catch up on some sleep, but this man- you recognized him as your neighbor, Logan, after taking a closer look- was really preventing that from happening. Your unexpected guest had taken over your couch and smelled very heavily of alcohol, you pushed him onto the floor so the smell wouldn't soak into your couch. You knew Logan was tough, and that he slept like a fucking 300 pound brick according to Wade, pushing him off the couch felt like you were trying to push a car with a dead battery but you were able to move the man onto the floor in an unceremonious heap after a couple of minutes of trying. A heavy thud followed his fall, but he didn’t so much as grunt when he hit the floor, and for a moment you wondered if he was actually dead, but the slight twitch in his hand told you he was fine, probably.

You weren’t going to let this ruin your day off, taking another look at the man, you did feel a little bad leaving him on the floor, not enough to put him back on your couch- no you paid way to much for it to do that- but bad enough for you to grab a spare pillow and blanket for the man. It felt a little weird, tucking in your intruder rather than calling the police on him, but you knew Logan well enough to know that he almost definitely meant to break into his own apartment and got a little mixed up. Being drunk will do that.

Moving away from him and into the kitchen, you decided to make breakfast, as your plans of sleeping had been completely ruined at- you looked at the clock on your stove- 6:37 in the morning. You just wanted to get some water before you went back to sleep, but no, now your making breakfast because even though you knew that Logan was relatively friendly- in his own way- waking up to him in your living room was fucking nerve wrecking and you falling back asleep wasn’t likely.

Opening your refrigerator, you took out a couple of eggs, then remembered that Logan was an absolutely massive man and promptly took out a couple more. You figured that eggs and bacon was an ok impromptu breakfast. Pans clinging together as you try to find the right one in the cabinet, trying to light your shitty gas stove without starting a fire, finally beginning to cook the bacon in the pan. 

When Logan walked in a couple minutes later, seemingly still asleep as he nearly reached into the pan to grab the bacon that wasn’t even done cooking yet, you grabbed his wrist, nearly dropping your spatula as you yanked the man's hand away from the pan.

“Dammit, be careful!”

Your voice seemingly woke him up, eyes opening wide as he stared at you, then his face morphed into one of confusion as he looked around, realizing that he definitely wasn’t in his own apartment.

“Good morning, could you please get out of my kitchen, you smell like beer.”

He blinked, “How the hell did I get here?”

Releasing his wrist and turning back to the stove, flipping the bacon as you said, “You broke in.”

You heard him groan, probably in embarrassment or annoyance, you’d be pretty embarrassed if you broke into your super nice neighbor’s apartment too.

“Fuck..” He muttered under his breath. 

“It’s fine, Logan, just let me finish cooking- and don’t sit on my couch!”

He left the kitchen almost immediately, but slowly. You figured he was hungover- you weren’t sure if that could happen with a healing factor like his but with the way he held his head in his hand, you figured something had to be happening. 

Wade had pretty much filled you in on his little multidimensional adventure. He also had a tendency to break into your apartment, (which is probably why you had a relatively calm reaction to Logan) he basically just declared that you were friends one day, it was pretty unceremonious actually. He told you everything, usually things you didn’t want to know, but you didn’t mind his company.

A couple more minutes passed and you finished cooking, making plates and grabbing forks before leaving the kitchen to find Logan. It took you a second, but you found him back in the living room, sitting on the floor, in front of the TV, cover draped over his shoulders. You sat down next to him, silently handing him a plate- he looked a little surprised, but took it with a quick, “Thanks.”

You ate quietly, you could tell Logan appreciated his sizable plate. When he was finished he sat it on the ground next to him. Hesitating for a moment before speaking,

“Sorry about breaking in,”

You hummed, “It’s fine, really, you’re not the first person to break in.”

He grunted, “I know Wade comes over sometimes.”

“Yeah, he’s bought me at least five new doorknobs in the past year, he acts like knocking will kill him.”

The irony made Logan snort, “Yeah, I wish.”

You sat your now empty plate on top of his.

“No you don't, you think Al will let you stay with her if he dies?”

“I’ll get my own place” 

“Uh Huh,” you hummed, “With what money?”

That made him laugh, even if it was a small one.

A moment passed and neither of you spoke, the house grew quiet and the space between the two of you became awkward.

Another moment passed and he pushed himself up off the floor, “I better get going.”

You followed behind him, to the front door where your door was left slightly open and what remains of the handle laid on the floor. You both paused at the sight, Logan glanced over at you, a bit of worry on his face.

You let out a sigh, “I'll get Wade to pay for it.”

The soft, humorous smile on your face made Logan relax as you kicked the sliced metal that used to be your doorknob to the side. 

“Thank you- for breakfast..and not calling the police.”

You laughed before saying, “Anytime, really. Just..call next time.”

He smiled as he left, deciding, deep in his subconscious, that he liked you.

~~~~~~~

You didn’t see him for another month after that, you’ve caught glances of him in passing, but nothing quite as friendly as your first meeting. Until one day, at about two in the morning, you could hear fighting next door. It woke you up out of your sleep as something was thrown against the wall over and over and over, then there was the yelling and growling and snarling. You knew Logan and Wade fought a lot in a mostly unserious way, but it was way to fucking early for DIY WWE. You knew better than to get involved in one of their fights. They were mutants, you weren’t, and you were not about to get in the middle of whatever they had going on. It’s kinda funny, considering what you’ve been told your whole life- the typical Alpha propaganda, being the strongest, the fastest, the leader. Your sure it worked on some people, but you were very fortunate to not fall down the aggressive uber dominate typical male alpha rabbit hole- you knew you wouldn’t always be the fastest, the strongest, or the most eligible leader just because you were an alpha (which most alphas should have figured out by now, considering that, like, half of the fucking Avenger are omegas- it was really funny trying to see people grabble with that fact when it came out.)

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you realized that the fighting had stopped, and now it was eerily quiet. You decided that it wasn’t your problem and rolled over to finally get some sleep. Your eyes were closed for maybe thirty seconds when a rapid banging on your door forced you out of bed.

Your door had long since been fixed, unlocking the door and swinging it open, a deeply tired look on your face.

Logan stood in front of you, covered in more blood that you’ve seen on a person in your entire life. A large gash on his face sealing itself right before your eyes. 

“Are you two done?” You asked tiredly.

He nodded, you stepped aside to let him in, only to look down and notice the trail of blood left by his boots. You grabbed him by the back of his shirt like you’d grab an unruly cat by its scruff.

“Take your shoes off, go shower.” He paused, turning around with a questioning look on his face, but he obeyed anyway.

Taking off his bloodied boots and tossing them out the door. You could smell something different in the air, but you were too tired to care- it wasn’t smoke or gas, so you weren’t worried about it, but it was something- something distinctly sweet.

You pointed Logan to the bathroom, flicking the light on with him trailing behind you. You could feel the energy practically draining out of your body every second you were conscious.

Muttering, “All the towels in the cabinet are clean-” you paused for a moment, really taking in the state of the man clothes, torn and bloodied- you noticed the small knife sticking out of his shoulder and didn’t even bother panicking, “You can leave you clothes on the counter, put the knife in the sink though. I’ll bring you something to wear.”

He listened well, you figured he must be tired too, his half-lidded expression and general obedience was surprising, but welcome at 2 in the morning.

You walked past him, turning the shower on before leaving without saying a word, closing the door behind you.

You left out a spare pillow and cover for the man, the same ones as last time, washed, of course, because Logan left them smelling like alcohol and you really didn’t want that stinking up your apartment. You moved on to half heartedly cleaning the blood off the floor with a couple of paper towels- cleaning may have been too strong a phrase, you really just threw them over the bloody footprints and moved on for the night. 

Finding Logan some clothes was really a guessing game, you couldn't really ask the man what size he wore, and it took you an embarrassingly long time to find something you thought would fit him. 

~~~~~~~

A sudden waft of cold air that filled the bathroom when you swung the door open, Logan could hear you moving around. Hot water cascaded down his body, washing away any evidence of the fight he’d had with Wade- really he needed to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, that clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon, so Logan would settle for breaking his jaw over and over again until he got the point. It never stuck through, not with Wade, even after breaking his spine at least twice the man kept talking. The fight ended when Al woke up, not that Wade really cared, because even then he wouldn’t leave Logan alone. Because he likes Al, and to prove Wade wrong, he headed over to your house.

Despite what Wade had heavily insisted, he’s not avoiding you, and he’s not suppressing any feelings for you because there weren’t any to be had in the first place.

“‘Left you some clothes, i'm gonna wash yours, I’ll try and fix them in the morning but they’re pretty beat up.” He could hear how tired you were, and if he was anybody else he might have felt guilty for keeping you up this late. Surprisingly, he was enjoying the attention.

You were gone before he could respond, by the time he got out of the shower he couldn’t hear any movement around your apartment, so he figured you went to bed. Cracking the bathroom door to let some of the steam out and wiping his hand on the fogged over mirror, his body had healed completely, no longer bruised or caked with blood. Rubbing his hand over his face, suddenly feeling just as tired as you had looked, looking down at the neatly folded pile of clothes replacing his old ones. A large black Superman t-shirt and a gray hoodie, long, red checkered pajama pants, and navy blue underwear, folded right on top. The clothes smelled like you, and not just like the detergent you used, no, they had your natural scent on them. Logan wasn’t going to not wear them, considering he had nothing else to wear and he really didn’t want to walk over to his place to get clothes. He thought back to what happened last time he was here- when he broke in. He doesn’t really remember much of that night, but he does remember his dream. It started off as nothing, the usual black void that kept him calm as he slept, then an unfamiliar scent changed that- he had what he considered an under-active imagination, but that scent kicked it into hyperdrive. He dreamed of being held and loved, but most prominently of getting fucked. Logan would be the first to say that it’s been a long time for him, and that was partially his own fault, chronic self isolation did that, and partially because the only people he’d ever wanted to fuck him were dead. Not all of them, apparently, because whoever scent it was driving him insane. He’s been called feral before, along with other things, but it made him feel like his heat was about to start at that very second. It was miracle he didn’t wake up covered in his own slick that moring- or worse, start his heat in your fucking living room- and that was just from having a cover on him, actually wearing your clothes might put him in a coma.

He figured the strong scent of alcohol covered any of his lingering arousal, or maybe you were too nice to say anything. And you cooked for him- he broke into your house, damaged your property and you fucking cooked for him.

Wade swore he has a crush on you- which led to them fighting, of course, but they fought most days over any little thing. This wasn’t anything new.

He put on the clothes more hesitantly than he’d ever admit- and it was almost overwhelming, but he pushed through it, cutting off the light in the bathroom and navigating through your dark apartment. The light in the living room was on, as well as the TV, the remote was sat on top of the folded cover you left out for him. He quickly settled, he didn’t usually watch TV when he went to sleep, but he needed something to distract from your scent right now. Finding some shitty home improvement show and settling on the couch, keeping his mind as blank as he could, he had Jean to thank for that skill because it was really useful right now. Couldn’t think of sex if he wasn’t thinking at all. Letting the mind numbingly boring show be the white noise as he drifts off.

Logan, however, could not control his thoughts while he was asleep. His subconscious was working overtime, now, with a face and a voice to put to the alpha whose scent had effortlessly disarmed him and brought him to his knees.

It was such an easy image to conjure, you sitting in front of him as he rested his head on your thigh, running your hands through his hair as he stared up at you with pleading eyes, you smiled down at him, a small, warm smile, swearing lightly as he slowly unzipped your pants, already hard and waiting for him, you’d grab him by the hair and he’d let out a slow purr as you pulled him closer. Taking the tip of your cock in his mouth, sliding his tongue over it a few times, finally getting a taste of what he so desperately craves. He took as much as he could in his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat. Looking up at you again, a string of moans fell from your open mouth, your eyes just barely open, staring down at him. Your grip on his hair tightened for a moment, the shot of pain coursing through his scalp for a short moment, a muffled moan left him, before settling as you released him. Using his tongue to feel every little vein in your cock, moving slowly as you ran your fingers through his hair again. Feeling no need to rush as the heat in his chest and in his stomach grew hotter and hotter.

His own cock throbbed between his legs but he didn’t touch it, even as it leaked and mixed with the mess of slick in the boxer you gave him, he had no doubt that you would handle it. Letting your cock prod his throat and push past the barrier. Almost all his airflow was blocked but he didn’t pull back, trying to take you as deep as he could only to be yanked back by his hair. Pulled completely off your cock, he looked up at you, confused.

“What?” He said, his voice rough and deep.

You didn’t respond, instead, you stood, still holding onto him- and practically dragged him to your bedroom. He tried to keep up on all fours, panting and moaning at the pain and at how much this turned him on.

He was practically purring in your hand as you guided him onto your bed.

“You look so good like this,”

Your voice was sweet and genuine, quiet praises fell from your mouth as you slowly removed his clothes piece by piece. He only got hotter the more you revealed of him, the burning under his skin reaching an all time high. Once he was completely bare in front of you, you ran your hands across his body, starting at his chest, moving all the way down to his stomach and the thick trail of hair leading down to his cock, then back up again.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” You muttered, leaning down and pressing a kiss on his collar.

“I-” he breathed out, vision slightly blurred, “I want you.”

You smiled, kissing his neck, his jaw, his lips, “I want you, too.”

~~~~~~~

The almost overbearing smell of burning oak and honey pulled you out of your sleep, checking your phone, you saw that it’s been less that three hours since you let Logan in, and his scent, which was usually calm and almost unnoticeable, was filling your bedroom, even with him nowhere in sight. Running your hand over your face with a tired groan, then you took a deep breath, and any irritation you felt rising at being woken up again melted away. You enjoyed the scent longer than you should have- it made you feel warm on an otherwise cold night.

For a second you considered opening the window- you were practically drowning in his scent and you aren’t even in the same room- but a sudden and overwhelming feeling of possessiveness kept you from doing it. Logan was vulnerable right now, what kind of friend would you be if you let just anyone encounter him like this- god, what if Wade of all people found out, you nor Logan would ever hear the end of it. A small part of your brain that wasn’t completely clouded by Logan’s utterly intoxicating scent wondered why he suddenly decided to present so strongly, a louder, more primal part of your brain screamed “Heat!” until it's all you could think of. The thought made a shiver shoot through your spine as blood pooled straight downward.

You tried to think of what could have started his heat so suddenly, but any detective work would have to wait until you didn’t feel like breeding him anymore. That quiet, logical part of your brain was telling you to stay in your room- but it was too quiet and you ended up leaving your room and heading into the pitch black darkness that was the rest of your house. You moved completely out of muscle memory, heading straight to the living room. You could feel the heat radiating off the man the second you entered, reaching for the light on the wall, missing it twice before flipping the switch. The room lit up immediately. Logan was truly something out of your wildest fantasies, face buried in a pillow, cover completely discarded on the floor, his shirt rode up while his pants were riding down in an attempt to relieve the heat burning in his skin. Hips rolling against the couch cushion as soft, almost inaudible moans escaped the man. You just stared for a long moment, frozen in shock at the sight.

You were fully aware you shouldn’t be watching this, your heart was pounding it your chest, and your dick was throbbing in your pants. 

Your breath caught in your throat when he stopped, a long groan emitting from him as he rolled onto his back.

Fully hard and straining against the pajama pants you gave him, taking a deep breath in through his nose, then his body tensed, a second later his eyes snapped open and he stared you down, just a few feet away from him, just as flustered, heart pounding just as hard as his, pants just as tight and straining. He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over so he was sitting upright. He gave you a small challenging look. That’s all it took for any bit of resolve you had to be thrown out the window.

It was a messy, desperate first kiss, your hands practically clawing at each other's bodies as you pressed your lip to his- Logan decided that you were definitely a better kisser in real life than you were in his dream. It left both of you hot and gasping for air. Pushing Logan back down onto the couch, pushing his legs open and slotting yourself between them. He pulled back with a winded laugh and a smirk.

“Mhh, what’s so funny?” you asked, not waiting for him to answer before you continued kissing any exposed bit of skin you could find, leaving a hickey on his collar bone- only to watch it disappear seconds later.

He craned his neck back almost instinctively, giving you as much space as he could.

“Didn’t think I’d actually ever want an alpha,’ thought that was a bunch of bullshit.”

You hummed, your hands finding their way under his shirt, feeling his skin against yours, the searing heat of it. Feeling what Wade had called on numerous occasions ‘fucking massive tits’. You had to say he was right, watching as a shudder ran through Logan's body. 

“And now?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.

He hissed quietly, rolling his hips against yours, “I’m fucking burning for you.”

You felt the nearly unsuppressable urge to mark him rise. He wanted you, he was burning for you. 

Not any other alpha out there- He could have gone anywhere tonight, you're sure he knew every late night bar in a 50 mile radius, and he still came to you.

You pulled back, nearly ripping his pants in a desperate attempt to get them off- your frantic, ecstatic state made a small laugh rise in Logan’s chest, he didn’t even consider helping you. He let you do all the work, if you were that desperate for him then you wouldn’t complain- and you didn’t. (He was a considerable amount more desperate than you were, considering he was just humping your couch like a damn dog 5 minutes ago and he just started what was more than likely going to be a very, very bad heat.)

When you were finally able to get his pants off, you could feel just how wet he was. The navy boxer you gave him were drenched in slick, clinging to him, showing off the hard outline of his cock. Logan sunk farther into the couch, a low purr emitting from deep in his chest.

“Don’t just look.” he panted.

His body reacted so strongly every time you took your hands off of him, even if it was just for a moment, his body would ache and writhe the second they were away from him. He let out a low breath when you finally touched him again, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other holding his face as you kissed him. He moaned unapologetically, loud, but muffled by your lips as you kissed him. His hips bucked up into your hands as you rubbed him through his boxer. Logan's head fell back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut as a babble of swears fell from his lips, almost indistinguishable from his moans and low growls.

You tease him for what, to Logan, felt like hours. Sensitive and so pent up, he clung to you, holding your body against his, his face buried in your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. The burning in his skin didn’t stop, but it felt a lot cooler with you against him.

Logan was scenting you- you realized that the two of you would be smelling like each other and sex for at least a week- a part of you wished it was longer. That he’d walk around and have everyone in his vicinity know he was yours.

Your hand slipped under his boxers, pulling them down until they were about mid thigh. Moving past his hard, twitching cock and straight down to his hole. Soaking wet, you barely touched it before he squirted more slick onto your hand. Still with your face pressed to his neck, you chuckled.

“I barely even touched you..” you muttered.

With a growl, he said, “fuck off.”

You kissed his neck, right over the scent gland, making it flare up again.

“Make me, cowboy.”

You didn't give him time to respond, pushing two fingers into his hole, feeling him clench around them. His hips shifted against yours as you massaged his walls, listening to him grunt, and purr, and moan. Rubbing his cock against your still clothed one. Little sits of pre-cum beading at the tip and smearing on your pants.

He could feel pressure building in his stomach, it was sudden and unstoppable- not like he’d want it to-  with little warning to you, his body tensed hard, his legs closing around your body and his arms holding you in an almost crushing grip. He whined, bucking hard and fast against you- trying to fuck your fingers deeper into him as cum short from his cock, staining your pants and both your shirts. 

Fuck, that only made things worse. Once his arms were loose enough around you, you pulled back, sitting up and looking at the mess between the two of you. His legs were wide open, one hooked on the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side. He stared at you, pupils blown wide, thrusting his hips against nothing in a desperate attempt to feel something.

“More.”  He growled out.

“You want more?” You asked in a teasing tone, moving your hands to rest on his thighs.

He nodded.

You hummed softly, leaning down and kissing his cheek, “Ok sweetheart, I’ll give you more.”

He purred at the nickname. Letting his eyes close he listened to you move, hearing each article of clothes hit the floor, your scent got stronger and he breathed it in as deeply as he could.

Logan gasped when you pressed the tip of your cock against his hole, trying to press against it only for you to pull back.

“Relax.” You said, running your hands over his thighs I what he figured was supposed to be a soothing motion be it only made things worse

-you were right there, just a little bit more, please-

“You’d think after being alive for 200 years you’d learn some patients.” You pushed in slowly, watching as his mouth fell open in a silent moan. Pushing in inch by inch, feeling how hot he was around you, squeezing you tight. Finally, you were fully pushed inside him. His hands grinned the couch cushions so tight you thought they might tear.

Teeth clenched hard and chest heaving, he nearly shouted, “fucking move!”, after a second, “please.”

You abided, pulling half way out, giving him a shallow thrust. Over and over, pulling out farther and farther, then burying your cock back into his hole until you were slamming into him burying you cock deep inside him every time.

Shame seemed to stop existing for him as he moaned your name loud and clear, then,

“More Alpha, come on- please.”

He said it so easily that he almost didn’t realize it until you paused, looking down at him, a nearly unreadable expression in your face.

Panting, you said, “say that again.”

So gone, so beyond horny that his mind had slipped away from him, catching up moments later.

“More, y/n-“ you pinched his side, a wide grin on your face.

“That’s not what you said.”

He huffed, “fuck you.”

You gave him a slow, soft thrust, “come on, you already said it, it just wanna hear it again.”.

He glared up at you, resisting the urge to tell you to get to hell.

“Please..Alpha.”

The look on your face made it worth it, you pulled back until just the tip of your cock remained inside. Logan knew you weren’t going to pull out now, so he braces himself for the hard pounding he knew was inevitable. When it did come he put a couple claw shaped holes in your couch.

His body bounced hard with every thrust. Listening to you growl and pant as you hammered into him. This was miles better than any dream or fantasy. Holding on to the couch for dear life.

Minutes passed and you showed no sign of slowing down, even as another orgasm shot through Logan’s body, you didn’t stop, looking down at the cum splattered across his chest.

“My pretty omega-“ you panted, you felt Logan tighten around you, “want me to fill you with my cum, huh?”

Logan, covered in his own sweat, slick, and cum, barely able to think, nodded.

He could feel your knot starting to swell, it took more and more force to push into him- it made you slower, but you still slammed into him just as hard. Your pre-cum leaked into his hole, your own orgasm moments away and Logan could tell.

A little dizzy, he put his hands on your shoulder, trying to guide you down but you wouldn't go- even though he was dazed and ,for the most part, satiated, there was still something he wanted.

“Y/n, mhhm- Alpha- mark me-”

It wasn't a request, it was an order, and you couldn't find it in yourself to deny him.

You couldn't think of the repercussions, what this would mean for either of your futures, what it would do to your still extremely new relationship, not because you didn't want to, but you physically couldn't, the idea of making him yours was too strong.

You leaned down and pressed your teeth into his bare skin. You could only taste his blood for a short moment, the skin healed as fast as it broke- instead of perfectly clear skin being left there was a scar. Before you could even begin to wonder how that could happen you came hard, knot swelling, keeping you locked deep inside of Logan as you finished inside of him. 

You pressed a kiss on his cheek, he blinked tiredly, a small grin on his face.

“What?” you yawned, feeling exhausted.

“I owe Wade an apology..”

You groaned, flopping down onto his chest.

“Don't bring him up now,”

He laughed, “‘ thought you liked him?”

“Yeah, just not while my dick is still in you, you can talk all you want about Wade in 30 to 40 minutes when my knot goes down.” you said, wrapping your arms around you to the best of your ability. 

He did the same, “Fine.”

~~~~~~~

Logan’s heat lasted about a week, he stayed with you the whole time, partially because he really didn’t want to deal with Wade, but mostly because the two of you could not stop fucking. He was your mate after all, what were you supposed to do, let him suffer? In the past 6 days you and Logan have fucked a total of 9 times- 

-10 if he didn’t stop kissing you neck right fucking down.

“Logan, I have to go to work,” You said in a stern tone that only made him want you more.

“Call off.”

“I’ve already been off for six days because of you.”

He really didn’t care- you could feel him leave a hickey on your neck- as though you weren’t already covered in hundreds of bites and bruises because of him.

“I’m going to lose my job-”

“Come on, please?” He said quietly.

You took a deep breath in-

“What the fuck, I leave for a couple of days and you house break my roommate!”

Oh god, it's entirely too early for this.

You don’t know where Wade came from, but now he’s in your kitchen with you and Logan.

“Kidding, I’ve been listening to you two fuck all week. You-” He puts a finger in your chest, “-are a real freak. And I thought I was a dirty dog, you are really something else.”

“Fuck off, Wade.” Logan said, seems like the mere presence of Wade turned him off.

“And you, I don’t even know what to say to you- You think you know a guy, live with him for a year and he just doesn’t tell you he’s an omega, that's considered extremely rude in most places. You don’t have to worry about anyone else being surprised, I’m pretty sure they heard you begging for Y/n sweet, succulent dick all the way in Europe.”

You stood, grabbing your keys off the counter- you were not staying and watching Wade get torn to shreds.

You turned to Logan to see that he was thoroughly pissed off.

“Don't get blood on my floor.” You kissed his cheek, knowing it was very likely  that he was going to get blood on every surface. “Have fun.”

You walked away, hearing a loud thump behind you and deciding that you weren’t going to pay it any attention, even as Wade’s high pitched screams met your ears. Reaching the front door you saw it in pieces again. That was a problem for later, for now you needed to get to work and attempt to explain to your manager why you’ve been MIA.

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IN NOMINE PECCATI — charlie mayhew

tags — mature content﹒porn with plot﹒doctor + priest charlie mayhew﹒fem!reader﹒cnc﹒somno﹒oral (f!receiving)﹒unprotected p in v ﹒wc : 1.5k

a/n: english is not my 1st language but im trying. p.s : “in nomine peccati” means “in the name of sin” in latin

THE DOORKNOB TURNS, allowing a sliver of yellow light to slip into the quiet house as charlie mayhew steps inside. with practised ease, he hangs up his coat and sets his keys down without a sound, as he’s done countless times before. his eyes fall on you, lying sprawled on the couch, bathed in the blue flicker of the television. you’re wearing nothing but a grey t-shirt, the hem brushing the tops of your bare thighs, one arm draped across your stomach, the other lying beside you. he notices the familiar band logo stretched across your chest—you’re wearing one of his shirts, hanging loose over your frame.

the sight tugs at something deep inside his chest, an ache tempered by affection.

an infomercial flickers on the tv, with over-excited voices and pristine images of miracle kitchen gadgets that promise to “slice, dice, and change your life!” charlie reaches for the remote and lowers the volume, careful not to let it die completely—its glow is enough to keep the room from sinking into total darkness. he treads lightly toward you, feeling a bit like an intruder in his own home as he crosses the room. when he finally stands by the couch, looking down at you.

he takes a moment to study you—no, admire you. your face is slack with sleep, lips parted slightly, lashes casting faint shadows across your cheeks. a loose strand of hair has fallen over your face, and he carefully reaches down to brush it away, fingers lingering against your skin as he cups your cheek. he drinks in the sight of you in the eerie blue light, noting every rise and fall of your chest, the slight flutter of your eyelids. there’s an ethereal quality of your slumber, a serenity. so lost in dreams, undisturbed by the world around you.

his sleeping beauty.

he reaches down again, brushing a thumb over your cheek, a featherlight touch as he marvels at the smooth softness, in juxtaposition to the harshness he’s known all day. you stir slightly, murmuring something incoherent, but he holds still, waiting until you settle again. unable to resist, he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, lips warm against skin. then he climbs onto the couch, carefully positioning himself above you with his forearms braced on either side of your body, his weight held carefully. his face hovers inches from yours, his gaze tracing every detail—the slight curve of your mouth, the way your lashes fan across your cheekbones, the softness of your expression in sleep.

carefully nestling himself between your legs, charlie’s mind drifts (a bit morbidly) back to the icu, the patients lying motionless in their beds, tethered to tubes and machines, barely clinging to life. hours spent witnessing the slow erosion, orderlies turning over comatose bodies to prevent bedsores—wipe, clean, repeat. he’s grown cynical about them over time, but here, with you—your skin soft, alive, bathed in coloured light—he feels the difference.

fingertips trace your collarbone, meandering through the valley of your breasts,delving to your stomach and finally their destination in between your thighs. no panties, that have been your mutual agreement.

in your dream, there’s warmth, first. heavy and unyielding, a heat that settles over you like fire, burrowing into your skin like ultraviolet rays. your senses wake slowly, your cheek brushing against something coarse, unfamiliar. dark fabric clings to you, wrapping you in heavy folds, thick wool scraping against your neck and wrists like penance. your eyes open to an unnatural red glow that bleeds across the vast, vaulted space, spilling from the stained glass in vivid torrents. it bathes the walls, fills the air like smoke. shadows stretch and twist across the stone, curling toward you as if drawn by some unholy force. the air reeks of incense—an earthy, heady scent invades your lungs,

and then, there’s him.

above you, a figure looms, like a dark angel descending. his face is half-shrouded in shadow, lit only by the crimson light that paints his regal features in blood-red relief. a white collar gleams against the black of his robes. a priest’s collar, you realise.

charlie is dressed as a fucking priest.

your eyes meet, and the face of your lover is a study in contrasts, softened by the lurid red light but edged with shadows that deepen every line, every trace of restraint he’s barely holding onto. hands frame your face, roughened palms warm against your skin, and then his mouth is on yours, a kiss that is equally reverent and devastating, as though he’s whispering a prayer between your lips.

his weight presses you down, rooting you to the altar, cold marble biting into your back and only feeding the heat pooling low in your stomach. his mouth captures yours, lips parting to coax you open. when his tongue slips in, it’s unhurried but intentional, roving over your hard palate and tracing against your tongue. his hands cradle your face, thumbs grazing along your cheekbones, grounding you in an act that feels like the quiet theft of something sacred.

charlie pulls back, lips parting from yours which leaves you breathless and aching in the sudden absence. his gaze holds yours for a moment, then he shifts, hands trailing down your sides, fingers pressing gently against your hips, before he slips down from the altar entirely, lowering himself onto the floor at your feet. his hands rest on your ankles, thumbs tracing over the sensitive skin there as he looks up at you, his eyes darkened in the crimson light. from where he kneels, he seems to take you in entirely, a reverence in his gaze that skirts the edge of blasphemy.

fabric clings to you, unfamiliar and restricting. you glance down, catching a glimpse of black, long and heavy against your arms. the realisation dawns slowly, seeping in with the blood-red light: you’re wearing a nun’s habit. heat coils through you, unsettling, molten desire dripping into your loins like honey. you know what you share right now is both holy and desecrated.

your head drops back against the altar, cool stone pressing into your scalp and your spine arches in a slow, involuntary curve. skilled fingers curl in a languid manner, breaching that sweet spot inside you. a broken moan slips past your lips, and the last vestiges of your willpower dissolves under his touch, leaving only the warmth pooling low in your belly and the faint tremble in your breath. charlie continues to devour your forbidden fruit, claiming it without guilt or hesitation. each swipe of his preachers tongue in and out of your searing cunt carries reverence, as if he’s sampling something holy yet wholly his.

“mghm.. charlie…”

charlie’s head lifts at the soft sound of his name murmured from your lips, breaking the silence of the room. a slow smile spreads across his face as he watches you, noticing the way you shift, lips parted, fingers curling faintly as if reaching for something just beyond reach. licking his arousal-coated lips, he leans in, carefully easing himself back onto the couch, moving with a quiet intent. his legs nestle between yours, fitting into place as he settles. the t-shirt has slipped off your shoulder at one point, revealing the delicate curve of your clavicle. charlie dips his head, letting his lips brush against your temple. fingertips lightly graze your side, tracing the hem of your shirt, feeling the steady beat of your heart.

somehow, miraculously, you’re still asleep. carefully nudging your legs wider apart, he tilts his pelvis to the precise position. charlie bites down on his bottom lip to silence a groan as he eases himself inside you, inch by agonising inch until he’s fully sheathed inside you.



lashes flutter, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as he bottoms out, a tingling sensation spreading from the base of your spine to your thighs, his cock nestling deep within you. filling every inch of you with a sacred fullness.

charlie buries his face into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, placing languid kisses up the column of your throat as his hips rock steadily against yours. the glorious stretch coupled with the way his hands and lips are all over you—fondling your breasts and nibbling at your earlobe coaxes out another mewl from you, tightening your grip on his shoulders and leaving pink, crescent indentations. he pauses mid-thrust to mumble an “i love you,” against the corner of your mouth.

velvety walls pulsate around him, milking out charlie’s orgasm as he succumbs to the white-hot pleasure, hips stuttering before he spills himself inside you, warmth spreading low and deep, radiating from your core like an ember kindling to life. waves of pleasure flows through you—a blessing you’d missed, returning to you as if by divine grace.

all around, the shadows seem to swell, the red light growing deeper, darker, as though hell itself waits just beyond the cathedral walls.

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rlb. i hope you all know when i say im an idiot this is exactly what im talking about <33

[rueclfer]

Reverse comfort reader taking care of Touya plsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I just had the amazing thought of it he's being overly cocky during winter "I don't need a scarf I have a fire quirk!" And the next days he's curled in bed with a fever and sore throat and there's a ton of I told you so's

Not even a fic if u don't feel like it maybe a smau but I think it'd be super funny 😭

🫐 Anon

sick touya supreme bc he can just lay there, be cute n not speak <3

sweat it out // touya todoroki

"What the hell are you wearing?" You exclaim after opening your front door.

"What?" He looks down at his attire. "What happened to hi, hello? A 'thank you for bringing me my package that I stupidly got delivered to your apartment?' Why don't we start there?" He huffs, stepping into your apartment, setting your package down on your kitchen counter.

It had been nothing but near freezing temperatures for the past few weeks- so cold that you had to layer up inside your own apartment to prevent your electric bill from skyrocketing.

"Hi hello, my sweet boyfriend." You roll your eyes. "Do you seriously need me to mommy you right now and scold you for not wearing a fucking jacket out in this weather? Are we not grown adults?" You drops the blanket draped over your shoulders and go over to rub his arms for the thermal friction. "Like you're seriously just wearing this long sleeve? It's freezing if you haven't noticed."

He raises his hand up to your face and snaps a flame into place in between his index and thumb. "You forget I run warm."

"Yeah okay, Mister. I-have-a-fire-quirk. How is that going to help you if it starts raining?"

He pulls you into his chest, letting his body heat transfer into your own, instantly warming you and most importantly for him, shutting you up.

You release a deep exhale in content. "Idiot. You just should stay. For the Winter. Just live here with me for a few months and never leave." You rub your face into his chest, savoring the warmth.

"I think we'd end up killing each other before Spring comes." He chuckles into your hair.

"I'll just chain you to the bed and duct tape your mouth close." You smirk up at him. "Everyone's happy."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, sweetheart." He pulls back, reaching out to tousle your hair. "But I gotta run. Told Shigs I'd be quick."

"Wait! Let me find you a sweater and an umbrella." You frantically look around your living room for any piece of clothing that you had previously stolen from him.

"No need." He bends down and quickly press his lips against yours, letting them linger for a few seconds before pulling away. "I have to go. I checked earlier and it's not going to rain and I'm not cold either. You on the other hand, worry about staying warm."

"It definitely is going to rain, Touya. I can smell it." You huff. "You'll get sick."

"What, is that a new quirk development or something? Weirdo." He lightly pinches your cheeks before slipping his shoes back on. "Also, I have a strong immune system."

"Seriously, let me find you an umbrella at the very least." You rummage around the coat rack for something that could fit him or a spare umbrella.

"Nope, no time. See you tomorrow, yeah?" He calls out.

"I guess." You mutter in defeat as you watch him slip out your door.

"Idiot." You sigh under your breath once the door clicks close.

-

"I'm here!" You call out after stepping into Touya's apartment, using the spare he lent you after locking himself out multiple times.

You kick off your shoes and shed off some layers, draping your jacket, and scarf over his couch before making your way to his bedroom.

"Knock knock." You say as you gently crack the door open, revealing near pitch darkness with sliver of natural light peeking in from the blinds.

You make your way over to the dark lump of mass of blankets on the bed, kicking aside used tissue paper that were thrown onto the ground before kneeling down next to the bed.

"Hello, my sweet stupid boy." You coo, slowly stroking the tuft of dark hair peeking out from the comforter.

"Don't be mean to me." The nasally voice muffled from under the covers. "Princess treatment today, got it?"

Touya finally pokes his head out from under the covers. It may have been dark, but you could still make out his puffy bloodshot eyes, dry cracked lips and flushed cheeks.

"I'll say it this one time then and then I'll give you the best princess treatment, okay?" You lean in close, letting your lips lightly graze the shell of his ear. "I fucking told you so." You whisper.

He groans, retreating back under the covers.

"Did you hear me? Okay maybe one more time." You giggle, trying to rip the covers off from over his head. "I told you so. It rained and it rained hard. Not ideal for that fire quirk of yours, huh? I fucking told you so."

"Fuck off." He groans once more. "One more time and I'm kicking your ass out."

"As if." You successfully tug the covers down to his chin, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. "You don't even have to energy to, you poor thing."

"Am I gonna make it?" He gazes up at you with his tired bloodshot eyes.

"Looks like you got a fever." You push away the sweaty stray hairs sticking to his forehead. "But I think you'll survive."

"Damn." He wheeze out. "That's unfortunate."

"It is, but maybe next time you don't listen to me, you'll get lucky and it kills you."

"Let's hope for it, then." He smirks, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes. "Can I have a kiss?"

"Nope. I'm not trying to get sick, Touya." You smile at the neediness in his voice.

You move over to the blinds and slightly twist them open, letting in some of the dim daylight before tossing the haphazardly thrown stray tissues into the trash bin nearby.

"I don't give a fuck. I want a kiss."

"Too bad." You pay no mind to his piercing stare as you wander around his room, tidying the space as well as clearing off an area on his desk to set up the cough syrups and fever reducers that you brought over from your own medicine cabinet.

You come over to him with the stray glass on water sitting on his desk and a couple Tylenols in your palm.

"Sit up." You order, kneeling next to his bed again, holding out your palm.

"Pop a perc then I black out..." Touya mumbles to himself as he sits up, grabbing the pills from your palm and popping them in his mouth, following it with a large gulp of water.

In this moment, you couldn't help but notice how precious he looked with his old flannel pajama pants, dingy stretched out band tee, disheveled hair and tired eyes- a spitting image of his everyday look when you two were teenagers.

"...Fuckin' I'm blowing her back out." He continues, leaning over to press a kiss on your forehead. "Don't look at me like that unless you're trying to help me sweat out this fever."

Your own face heats up. "The fuck were you saying earlier?" You chuckle, brushing off the insinuating comment and setting the empty glass on his nightstand.

"I don't know. Nothing." He coughs, laying back down, pulling the covers up to his chin. "I think the fever dream-hallucination is hitting hard. You should get in and cuddle before the sickness takes over and kills me."

You roll your eyes at the dramatics, nudging him to scoot over before climbing in under the covers with him, which felt like you had just stepped into a furnace.

He groans in content, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in as close as he could.

"Can't cuddle for too long okay? I'm going to have to leave and make you some food soon." You mutter into his chest, letting your hand run up and down his back.

"No." He whines. "Just stay like this and I'll get better. I promise."

"That's not how that works." You mutter.

"Maybe if you give me a kiss instead? I think that'll 100 percent make me feel better." He pulls away, inching down towards you with puckered lips.

You stuck your hand out against his mouth, pushing it away. "I can't get sick, Touya. I know your ass will not know how to take care of me."

"You love hurting my feelings." He huffs.

"Well? Who put themselves in this situation. I told you, didn't I?"

"Shush." He mumbles, letting himself close his eyes and rest his chin on top of your head. "You didn't tell me shit."

You let out a sigh and let yourself close your eyes for a moment as well, letting your deep inhale and exhales sync in unison. Maybe having this every night wouldn't be too bad. Sure you two would tear each other apart if you had to spend every waking moment together in the same home, but for moments like these, you wouldn't mind it. Your eyes pop open the moment you feel the deep vibrations of his snores again your body, now realizing that you couldn't dare move from this position, risking waking him.

Just an hour. You'll only give yourself an hour.

-

touya tag: @moonchild701

[red-eagle-fire-santa-barbara]

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Maintaining a safe commercial kitchen goes beyond preparing delicious meals—it’s also about keeping the equipment clean and safe. A crucial part of this is kitchen exhaust hood cleaning. Without routine cleaning, grease buildup in the exhaust hood can become a significant fire hazard. Understanding how regular maintenance protects kitchens is key to creating a safer workspace.

How Grease Buildup Becomes a Fire Risk

As food cooks, grease and oil particles rise with the steam and stick to surfaces inside the exhaust hood and ductwork. Over time, this buildup forms a highly flammable layer, turning the kitchen ventilation system into a potential fire hazard. Even a small spark or high heat from cooking could ignite the grease, causing flames to spread quickly through the ducts. That’s why regular kitchen exhaust hood maintenance is essential to reduce fire risks.

The Benefits of Consistent Kitchen Exhaust Hood Cleaning

Keeping up with kitchen hood cleaning offers several advantages beyond fire prevention. It improves air quality, helps the kitchen meet safety regulations, and enhances the overall efficiency of the exhaust system. Here are some key benefits:

Fire Prevention: Regular cleaning significantly reduces the risk of grease fires, protecting your staff and property.

Enhanced Air Quality: Clean exhaust systems help remove smoke and odors, creating a more comfortable environment for both employees and guests.

Compliance with Regulations: Many local fire codes require routine kitchen exhaust cleaning to meet safety standards, ensuring your kitchen stays compliant.

Professional Services vs. DIY Cleaning: Which Is Best?

When it comes to maintaining a clean kitchen exhaust hood, choosing between professional services and DIY methods depends on your kitchen’s needs. Understanding the differences can help you make the best choice:

Why Choose Professional Kitchen Exhaust Hood Cleaning

Professional kitchen exhaust cleaning companies offer thorough services using specialized tools that reach deep into the ducts, ensuring all grease deposits are removed. This level of cleaning is especially important for high-volume kitchens where grease can build up quickly. Professional services provide a deeper clean that DIY methods may struggle to achieve.

DIY Kitchen Exhaust Hood Maintenance Tips

For smaller kitchens, some owners opt for DIY methods, using degreasers and manually scrubbing accessible parts of the exhaust hood. While DIY cleaning can be effective as part of a routine, it often doesn’t reach the depth of professional cleaning. Regular inspections and thorough scrubbing are necessary to ensure no hidden grease remains, which could pose a fire risk.

Determining How Often to Clean Your Kitchen Exhaust Hood

The frequency of kitchen exhaust hood cleaning depends on how busy your kitchen is. High-traffic restaurants may need professional cleanings every three months, while smaller kitchens might manage with biannual maintenance. Regular inspections can help determine when a more thorough cleaning is needed, ensuring that grease doesn’t accumulate to unsafe levels.

Prioritize Safety with Routine Maintenance

Neglecting regular kitchen exhaust hood cleaning can lead to serious fire hazards, turning your ventilation system into a potential danger. Consistent cleaning not only keeps your kitchen safer but also improves the overall environment for staff and customers. Whether you choose professional services or manage the cleaning yourself, maintaining a clean exhaust hood is essential for preventing fires and ensuring a safe, efficient kitchen.

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The Crucial Role of Routine Kitchen Exhaust Hood Maintenance in Ensuring System Durability

In any commercial kitchen, the exhaust hood is a cornerstone of safety and efficiency. It works tirelessly to remove smoke, grease, and heat, maintaining a comfortable and safe environment for staff and customers. However, like any heavily used equipment, it requires regular care to perform at its best. Routine kitchen exhaust hood maintenance is essential for preserving the durability of your system, preventing costly breakdowns, and ensuring long-term functionality.

How Routine Maintenance Enhances System Durability

Prevents Grease Accumulation Grease is one of the primary threats to an exhaust hood’s longevity. As cooking continues day after day, grease particles accumulate in the hood, filters, and ductwork. Without regular cleaning, this buildup can hinder airflow, reduce efficiency, and pose a serious fire hazard. Routine maintenance ensures grease is removed before it causes significant damage or safety risks.

Reduces Wear and Tear The mechanical components of an exhaust hood, such as the fan and motor, experience continuous use in a busy kitchen. Over time, these parts can wear down, leading to decreased performance or even failure. Regular inspections and upkeep as part of kitchen exhaust hood maintenance help identify and replace worn components before they lead to more extensive damage, ensuring the system operates smoothly for years.

Maintains Optimal Airflow A clogged or poorly maintained exhaust hood struggles to maintain proper airflow, forcing the system to work harder. This increased strain can lead to overheating, mechanical failures, and ultimately, a shorter lifespan. Routine maintenance ensures that airflow remains consistent, allowing the system to operate efficiently and prolonging its durability.

Improves Energy Efficiency An exhaust hood that isn’t regularly maintained uses more energy to perform its job, driving up utility bills. Proper maintenance ensures that the system runs efficiently, reducing energy consumption and operational costs. This not only helps your bottom line but also contributes to a more sustainable kitchen operation.

Ensures Compliance with Safety Standards Many local health and fire codes mandate regular maintenance for commercial kitchen exhaust systems. Routine kitchen exhaust hood maintenance helps you stay compliant, avoiding fines and ensuring a safe environment for your staff and customers. A well-maintained system is less likely to encounter issues during inspections, giving you peace of mind.

The Consequences of Neglecting Maintenance

Skipping routine maintenance can lead to several serious issues, including:

Fire Hazards: Grease buildup is highly flammable, and without regular cleaning, it significantly increases the risk of kitchen fires.

Frequent Breakdowns: Neglected systems are more prone to mechanical failures, leading to costly repairs and unexpected downtime.

Shortened Lifespan: The harder your exhaust hood has to work due to blockages or worn components, the faster it will wear out, necessitating an expensive replacement.

Higher Operating Costs: An inefficient system consumes more energy and requires more frequent emergency repairs, driving up your overall expenses.

Fire Hazards: Grease buildup is highly flammable, and without regular cleaning, it significantly increases the risk of kitchen fires.

Frequent Breakdowns: Neglected systems are more prone to mechanical failures, leading to costly repairs and unexpected downtime.

Shortened Lifespan: The harder your exhaust hood has to work due to blockages or worn components, the faster it will wear out, necessitating an expensive replacement.

Higher Operating Costs: An inefficient system consumes more energy and requires more frequent emergency repairs, driving up your overall expenses.

How Often Should Maintenance Be Performed?

The frequency of kitchen exhaust hood maintenance depends on your kitchen’s cooking volume and the type of food being prepared:

High-Volume Kitchens: Monthly maintenance is recommended for kitchens with heavy grease production, such as fast-food restaurants or 24-hour diners.

Moderate-Volume Kitchens: Sit-down restaurants with moderate cooking output should schedule maintenance quarterly.

Low-Volume Kitchens: Facilities with minimal grease output, like cafeterias or seasonal kitchens, may only need semi-annual maintenance.

The Value of Professional Maintenance Services

While some maintenance tasks, like cleaning filters, can be handled by your kitchen staff, professional services are crucial for thorough care. Certified technicians provide:

Comprehensive Cleaning: They clean the entire system, including hard-to-reach areas like ductwork and fans, to ensure no grease or debris is left behind.

Detailed Inspections: Technicians check for signs of wear or damage and address issues before they escalate into major problems.

Regulatory Compliance: Professionals ensure your system meets local safety and health regulations, helping you avoid penalties and ensuring a safe work environment.

Conclusion

Routine kitchen exhaust hood maintenance is vital for preserving the durability of your exhaust system. By preventing grease buildup, reducing wear and tear, and maintaining optimal airflow, regular maintenance helps you avoid costly repairs and replacements while ensuring a safe and efficient kitchen environment. Schedule routine maintenance today to protect your investment and keep your kitchen running at its best for years to come.