Crack Filling: Protecting Your Building from Structural Damage and Water Intrusion
Cracks in buildings may seem like minor nuisances, but they pose significant threats to the structural integrity and longevity of any property. Ignoring these seemingly harmless cracks can lead to severe consequences, jeopardizing the safety of occupants and causing extensive damage. In this blog, we will delve into the importance of crack filling in buildings and how this essential maintenance step serves as a powerful shield against structural damage and water intrusion.
The Hidden Dangers of Cracks
Before we explore crack filling, it's essential to understand the hidden dangers that lie beneath these seemingly innocent crevices. From weakened structural integrity to water infiltration, we uncover the potential hazards that may arise if cracks are left unattended.
Understanding the Impact of Water Damage
Water is a building's worst enemy, and cracks act as open doors, allowing moisture to seep in. We take a closer look at how water intrusion can wreak havoc on your property, leading to mold growth, wood rot, corrosion, and other detrimental effects.
How Crack Filling Protects Your Building
Crack filling emerges as a crucial solution to combat the damaging effects of cracks. We explore how this proactive measure acts as a robust defense mechanism, safeguarding your building from structural weaknesses and the perils of water penetration.
A Step-by-Step Guide to Effective Crack Filling
Get an in-depth understanding of the crack filling process as we walk you through each step, from the initial inspection to the selection of appropriate filler materials and their skilled application.
Choosing the Right Filler Material for Your Building
Not all cracks are the same, and neither are the filler materials. Learn about the different types of fillers, such as epoxy, polyurethane, and acrylic-based options, and discover which one suits your building's unique needs.
Crack Filling: Beyond Aesthetics
While a visually appealing building is essential, crack filling does more than just restoring its beauty. We explore how investing in this maintenance measure positively impacts your property's overall value in the long run.
The Cost-Effectiveness of Crack Filling
Contrary to popular belief, crack filling is not just an expense; it's an investment in the future. Discover how addressing cracks promptly can save you significant costs in the future, avoiding more extensive repairs down the line.
DIY vs. Professional Crack Filling: Which Is Right for You?
While some minor cracks can be addressed through DIY solutions, there are instances where professional assistance becomes crucial. We weigh the pros and cons of each approach, helping you make an informed decision for your building's well-being.
The Importance of Regular Building Inspections
Prevention is always better than cure. We discuss the significance of regular building inspections in detecting and addressing cracks early on, preventing potential disasters and increasing the building's lifespan.
Case Studies: The Impact of Crack Filling on Building Longevity
Read real-life success stories of how crack filling has made a substantial difference in preserving buildings, protecting them from damage, and extending their life expectancy.
Conclusion
Crack filling is not just a routine maintenance task; it is a crucial responsibility that property owners must undertake to ensure the safety and durability of their buildings. By understanding the importance of crack filling, the potential dangers of neglecting cracks, and the benefits it offers, you can take proactive steps to protect your building from structural damage and water intrusion. Don't wait until it's too late; invest in crack filling today and secure the future of your property.
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bleach; izuru kira x reader
normal!au? kira is in college. uhh public sex. in a bouncy house. that may or may not have been my prompt: kira + bouncy house. i somehow made this only like 60% crack.
tw: semi-public sex. quickies. blowjobs. ripped panties. izuru’s depression.
part of the seireitei sins spicy (and sweet) and crackfilled summer collab!
2.8k words wowee
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“Sorry for making you come all the way out here,” you whisper, to which Izuru shrugs, the sparkly birthday hat your little cousin donned on him drooping down his head.
“It’s fine,” he mutters. “This is better than agonizing over philosophy.”
You know Izuru means it—his advisor, Dr. Ichimaru, is a notoriously hellish professor who enjoys putting his students through the ringer. He says it “builds character,” or something like that, prepares them for the rigors and trials of academia and real life. You’ve seen Izuru spend many nights hyped up on caffeine, stressing over his professor’s whimsical grading and abstruse comments.
While your cousin’s birthday party is a less-than-ideal place to catch up with Izuru, it seems like neither of you have time lately—he’s working on finishing up school, and you’ve been swamped with work. You’re surprised he even agreed to come. Izuru says he likes kids, but they don’t seem to take to his gloomy demeanor much. Maybe it’s because your cousin, chipper and naive and meeting him for the first time, asked Izuru what he did for fun. And Izuru responded solemnly with, “I like to think about mortality and the meaninglessness of living.” Naturally, all the children at the party end up keeping a wide breadth from you two, crowding around the opposite end of the table instead.
In a way, you’re thankful to have him here—it means less children to goad you into playing tag, or asking you for money. Even your nosy aunts and uncles seem to be off-put by his dour personality, avoiding conversation and eye contact with you.
Izuru picks at his cake, and it collapses, a mishmash of frosting and strawberries sliding avalanche-like off his plate.
“How’ve you been?” you ask.
“The same as usual. Ichimaru-sensei is…” Izuru shudders, shoving a bite of cake into his mouth. He chews what seems almost painfully, before swallowing. “Something. It’s fine, though. Pretty soon I’ll be done and then—practical stuff.”
“Professor Kira,” you say, rolling the name off your tongue in a way that has Izuru flushing, rubbing the back of his neck. “I like the sound of that.”
“Y-Yeah. It’s hard to believe... And you? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
“Eh, work’s the same. So-so.” Your head rests on his shoulder, your arm winding around his. “I missed you.”
It’s a testament to how long you’ve been together, that Izuru no longer frets over public displays of affection. While he still prefers lowkey acts, like brushing your hair from your face or linking hands, he seems to have missed you too based on how he relaxes into your touch. “I feel the same.” He flashes you a small smile, like a present just for you, his hand dropping down to cradle your knee. “Thank you for inviting me. It’s nice. Even with the kids screaming in the background.”
You laugh. Izuru’s sense of humor is always dry, but when given the chance, you find he can be hilarious. “It’s ah, it’s not exactly an ideal date spot,” you agree. Izuru snorts, his long, thin fingers drumming across your thigh as he finishes his cake, a cute tick of his that he doesn’t seem to notice. At the sight of his hand, an idea occurs to you.
There are a few things you could do to entertain yourselves.
Izuru stills once he feels your hand rest on his thigh. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, but you’re nodding along in conversation with one of your relatives who worked up the courage to approach you two. He pops another strawberry in his mouth, deciding to ignore it for the time being, when he feels your hand travel further up. He nearly chokes on the fruit, swallowing roughly. His hand stops your trajectory, his fingers gripping your wrist firmly.
It’s a warning in and of itself, but just in case, he shoots you another look.
Which you resolutely ignore. Izuru knows at this point it's intentional, and he picks at his cake to ease his nerves, his grip tightening around your hand as it trudges on the path to dangerous territory.
Anxiety rears its grotesque head. You don’t want to try anything here of all places, do you? In front of all these people?!
Izuru’s eye twitches at the thought. Public humiliation is not something he’s particularly keen on, as it brings back memories of Ichimaru-sensei’s highly questionable and probably illegal teaching methods. He still can’t stomach the thought of showing his face around certain bars near Seireitei Uni after what happened… he doesn’t want to add your relatives’ house to that list.
At that moment, something glinting off the sun catches Izuru’s sight. He glances down. And his spoon falls into the mush of cake and frosting on his plate.
He gave you a simple gift for your one-year anniversary a few weeks back. It wasn’t anything outlandish, but Izuru still felt incredibly nervous about your reaction to it, and offered it to you with red cheeks and shaky hands. It was a thin metallic bracelet inscribed with a Latin saying he’d grown fond of, one that reminded him of you.
Sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum.
So I can’t live either without you or with you.
“You’re wearing it,” he says with wonder, his fingers drifting up your wrist, thumbing the inscription. He furrows his brows, chewing with his lip, trying to describe the feeling bubbling inside of him.
“Hm? Oh yeah! I’ve been wearing it every day since you gave it to me.”
“Ah… that’s nice. That’s really… That makes me happy.” And it does make him stupidly happy, Izuru realizes, like there’s a bubble inflating in his chest. He was worried when he first got it for you that you would think it was lame, or that you wouldn’t like it, but to hear that… The warmth in his chest seems to traverse downwards, his restraint slipping away. His hand releases your wrist.
“Okay, kids! The piñata is ready!” Your aunt announces, and the children race after her, pushing each other aside in their haste. Leaving you and Izuru the only ones left behind.
“Just what do you think you were doing?” he asks once they’re gone, the moment passed. Your hand stays obediently in place on his thigh, but he can’t trust it won’t stray upwards again.
You hum. “Entertaining myself,” you say idly.
“Entertaining?” He catches sight of your bracelet again, and sighs. While he’s loath to admit it, you can be so much like Ichimaru sometimes, in your unpredictable nature. In both cases, Izuru’s powerless but to play along; when it comes to you, at the very least, it doesn’t involve blackmail....
“Does it have to be—here though?” Izuru persists. “If you wanna fool around, let’s go somewhere private first. Like the car—”
“In broad daylight?”
“Or someplace far away from here—”
He spots you glancing at the inflatable bouncy house set up in front of your aunt’s house, and if possible, his pallid complexion pales even more. “No.”
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking. And the answer is no.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Izuru,” you say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. “I just want to entertain myself some other way.” His brow raises, a retort clearly on his lips, but you continue. “Have you ever even been in a bouncy house?”
“I—” He frowns. “Well, no actually.”
Your eyes widen. “Seriously? Never?”
“My parents never threw me a party. They were always small birthday celebrations.”
You gape at him. “Well, you have to try while we’re here!”
—
Izuru finds that he does not like the bouncy house.
He strips off his shoes, crawling in through the small mesh entrance. He stands up once inside, before you jump over to him and he topples over, landing awkwardly on his side.
“Oops. Sorry!” you say, reaching out a hand to help him up.
“What the hell is this,” he says, grasping your hand before getting to his feet. He takes another wobbly step, and you jump lightly. Izuru apparently lacks any kind of balance, as he falls back on his ass, amid your fit of giggling.
“I don’t like this,” he grumbles.
“You don’t like jumping?” you ask, bouncing up and down around him.
“No,” Izuru says, staring at you blandly. “I’m just gonna… stay down here.” He stretches his legs out, observing his surroundings better. The bouncy house is made up of the most offensively blinding primary colors; the closest comparison he can think of is the interior of a clown car. The sound of air being pumped into the inflatable house is raucous, and he has to speak up for you to hear him.
He feels absolutely ridiculous being in here, but you at least seem to be enjoying yourself, bouncing around carefree. He relaxes a bit, smiling at the sight. Maybe he is all doom and gloom, but at least you’re happy—happy enough to stay with him, and happy because of him.
He’s startled when you bound over to him, dropping to your knees before him.
Izuru is certainly not imagining the way your shirt rides down (intentionally?). His face grows hot once he realizes he’s been staring, his gaze sliding back dutifully to your face.
“This is fun, but I want to play with you, too, Izuru.”
Izuru doesn’t even need to ask to clarify what you mean by that, the suggestion in your tone reminding him of earlier.
“N-Not here!”
“Why not?” You pout.
“It’s—first off, it’s public, and what if someone walks in on us?” Izuru stammers. “What if a kid—”
“But I haven’t seen you in so long. And no one else is around!” You put your hands on his outstretched knees, leaning forwards, and he is momentarily distracted by the way the movement pushes your chest together, accentuating your assets. Izuru’s mouth goes dry.
“We can’t—”
“They can’t see us clearly through the mesh… Besides, I just want to help you relax, Izuru,” you practically purr, and Izuru is cursing his inability to stand firm when it comes to you.
Any protests die on his lips however, when you kiss him. You press closer to him, and all his arguments are being coaxed out of him by your touch. You’re right in a sense. He has been stressed, and he has been undeniably missing his one source of relaxation. But there’s so many wrongs and no’s about where you’re doing this, and—
Your mouth moves towards his ear, nipping a spot right under his jawline, and he shudders beneath you. He grasps onto your wrist, barely managing to repress a moan once he feels the cool metal of your bracelet again.
Does he deserve this? He can’t honestly say he does. But does he want it? His body speaks for itself. Regardless, he still has to be the voice of reason.
“Make it quick,” he mutters in defeat, pressing his face into your shoulder. You trail kisses down his neck, your hands fumbling with the zipper to his jeans. He exhales sharply when he’s bared to you, his cock flagging upwards. Your head ducks down, your mouth descending on him. “Fuck,” he gasps, curling in towards you, as if trying to hide both of you from sight. “God…”
Your mouth is so warm and tight; it’s like being engulfed in a hot blanket. Izuru’s head tilts back, a flush rising to his cheeks as his mouth falls open, soft moans making their way out of him. He’s more than thankful that the loud suction of the air drowns them out. He catches you staring and shuts his mouth, his nails digging into the nylon beneath you two.
When’s the last time he’s been able to indulge in simple pleasures like this? He can’t even remember.
He doesn’t know how but you take him even deeper, till the tip of his cock hits the back of your mouth, and Izuru can’t quite suppress his strangled grunt. His hips buck upwards, the surface beneath you two undulating with the movement.
“G-good,” he sighs. “So gh-good.”
He swallows hard, his balls starting to clench up, and then—and then you’re pulling off of him, staring up at him innocently, in stark contrast with the shine of his precum on your lips. Izuru’s breathing hard. He can’t help the shudder that runs through him when you wipe the precum oozing from his cock with your thumb, his member twitching at the contact.
“That’s enough, I guess.”
Izuru’s head snaps up. He inhales sharply, protests falling half-formed from his lips. You giggle at the sight of his stricken expression. “What’s wrong? I thought you said we had to be quick—”
His mouth crashes onto yours, heat rolling through him at the taste of himself on your tongue. Izuru doesn’t quite know where to put his hands, so he settles for grasping your shirt.
The thing is, you make Izuru want and crave things—he’s never been selfish, never considered himself worthy of wanting, but you make him greedy. He doesn’t deserve you, no, but he so desperately wants to feel like he does, yearning so sharp in his kiss it’s near painful the way his lips mesh against yours.
You shift, your thighs straddling his, the head of his cock rubbing against the fabric of your shorts. Izuru fumbles with your zipper, before you laugh against his kiss, taking over to remove them yourself. He doesn’t even wait for you to slip off your undergarments, hooking a thumb in them and yanking them to the side, baring your entrance before he sinks you onto him.
You gasp his name out. Lifting your hips again, you plunge downwards, the movement making the two of you bounce. You giggle, Izuru hiding his face in your chest before you can spot his smile.
Your hips rock against each other, and Izuru, wanting to occupy himself, clumsily sucks marks onto your collarbone. You’re perfect, he thinks, every part of you like a work of art to revere with his hands. He could wax poetic about you, and he has, but this time he worships you in the way his hips cant upwards into yours, in his tongue laving circles across your skin, in the quiet, shuddering moans he presses against you, like a secret he’s afraid to voice but would gladly whisper to you in this way.
The bouncy house doesn’t allow for much control with either of your movements; you rock your hips too hard, and the entire floor undulates, driving him deeper into you. You gasp, and he stiffens, his hand coming up to balance you. There’s a certain tension to both your bodies that comes with trying to stay upright amid your movements. But you feel so good around him, and if he closes his eyes, it’s like you two are waves crashing against each other, sinking into perfect harmony.
He bucks his hips a few more times, his thighs tensing up. It’s been awhile, and his stamina has seen better days. “I’m close,” he mumbles, and you wrap your arms around his neck, burying his face into your chest.
Kira rocks your hips down hard onto his, like a final adieu, shuddering as his restraint snaps and he fills you with his essence. He wants to stay in that blissful moment, his face against your chest, ear pressed close to hear your slowing heartbeat, your chin atop his head, the two of your breathing falling in step. Despite the the gaudy colors around you, this could be the perfect moment to write a poem about.
Unfortunately, life has other plans, as posed by the hissing noise around you that becomes increasingly louder until neither of you can ignore it. The two of you glance at each other, feeling the ground dip beneath your bodies.
“Is it—”
“It’s deflating.” Izuru blinks.
The two of you pause, before throwing yourselves into motion. Izuru releases your panties, blanching when he realizes he’s ripped them with how hard he was gripping them. He quickly shoves them in his pocket, before pulling up your shorts (his cheeks reddening once he sees his cum dribble out of you). You’re fixing his jeans, tucking him back into his pocket before zipping them up. You both escape the bouncer just as your family files back into the yard to see the bouncy house takes its last breath, before collapsing on itself with a sad fwoosh.
“Aw, what happened?” your cousin whines.
“It was, uh…” you stammer. Nothing comes to mind. It was you fucking your boyfriend in it. It was the power of Izuru’s hips. You glance at him.
“It was a branch,” he says lamely. “It popped a hole in it. A... A big hole.”
The two of you say your final farewells shortly after, before leaving the party with haste. It’s only a few blocks away, when Izuru looks for his phone in his pocket, that he freezes, stomping on the brakes. When you look at him, he’s turned deathly pale.
“What happened?”
He turns to you, the absolute picture of desolation. “I-I thought they were in my pocket, but. I think your panties fell out…”
“Oh. Oh. Oh no.”
Needless to say, you are not invited to the next family get-together.
Meanwhile, that is another place that Izuru adds to his list of places he can never show his face around again.
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