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Stairs are essential to many buildings, providing vertical transportation for people to move from one level to another. However, if not properly designed, built, and maintained, they can pose a significant safety risk. In fact, according to the National Safety Council, falls on stairs are one of the leading causes of accidental injury and death in the United States.

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Eddie, posting a Tiktok: All of you know Ozzy, Steve’s service dog? We all agree that he’s great and we love him, right? Well, wanna love him a bit more?

Eddie: So, one of the side effects of repeat head trauma is dizziness, loss of coordination, balance issues. Steve’s also got a bit of trouble with his vision, especially when he’s having a migraine.

Eddie: For years after we moved into this place, Steve almost constantly had this bruise on his hip. Come to find out, it was from the handrail on the stairs. When he turns on the split landing to go the rest of the way upstairs, he takes it too sharply and hits the railing every time which caused a bruise.

Eddie: I actually makeshifted a solution to that with some hockey pads and duct tape but Steve said it was ugly and to take it down. Anyways, I was thinking about this yesterday and I noticed that Steve didn’t have the bruise anymore. Wanna know why?

Eddie cuts to a video of Steve and Ozzy on the stairs. Walking up the first set of stairs, Ozzy stays on Steve’s left so he can hold onto the railing. As they approach the landing, Ozzy takes the steps faster and stands in front of Steve so that he takes a wider turn to go up the next set of stairs, thus not hitting his hip on the railing anymore. They resume the same position with Ozzy on his left the rest of the way upstairs.

Eddie: Oz picked up this minor incident and then fixed it without anyone even noticing. He’s sweet. I love him.

[yopossum]

My first of two fics for @burntheedges and her Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge! For this I picked Javi G and rolled the “stuck in an elevator” trope. Wheeeee!!!

To Make a Day for You

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Pairing: Javi G x female reader

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only! Language, fluids, capitalism, working in service positions and hospitality

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God, this shift was never ending.

You trudged to the elevators and punched the up arrow, dreading the nightmare that awaited you on the fourth floor.

We need a preliminary check-out hazard assessment prior to clean on the Bacchus Suite. Guests noted the presence of “some various fluids” on multiple surfaces and potential smoke damage.

Always the fucking Bacchus Suite. Why they named it that, added a full bar, and then carpeted the room, you’d never know. And now it was your job to see what the most recent rockstar oozed where.

You stepped into the first elevator that opened, nobody else waiting to join, and you were feeling grateful to have at least a few private moments of calm before the storm when a large bronzed hand bearing an expensive-looking watch reached into the gap between the closing doors.

“Excuse me, thank you so much,” exhaled a voice with a smooth Spanish accent. The voice was followed by a man, broad and tanned, looking harried and apologetic and extremely wealthy in a powder blue suit. He went to press the fourth floor button, and upon seeing it already lit, ran that large hand through the waves of glossy brown hair on his head and winced out a smile. His eyes were soft and warm, a rich deep cocoa, and they crinkled at the corners.

You were annoyed at his presence, but such was life. Especially in service positions.

“Of course, sir!” you chimed, feigning cheer the way all good hospitality workers must.

“I am sorry I have intruded on your ride. I am sure you must tire of interacting with guests. I will not insist on your attention...” The man glanced at your name tag, added your name to his apology. He smiled again, more easy, and bowed slightly, before stepping back against the wall and clasping his hands at his waist.

Ah, well. That was nice, at least. Usually riding the elevator with hotel guests resulted in a barrage of complaints and requests, generally almost none of which you were capable of addressing or responsible for, which was no concern of the guests or of management. Smile, nod, apologize, agree, lather, rinse, repeat.

This guest also smelled incredible, you noted as his scent drifted in the enclosed space. Citrus, vanilla, fresh and warm and masculine. Maybe you could cling to the sense memory in your nostrils as you faced down whatever horrors existed in the Bacchus Suite. Of course you’d forgotten your Vicks at home today. Swipe of it under the nose, a trick you’d learned from a mortician, one that had, unfortunately, proved very useful in luxury hotel housekeeping. You tried to will the guest’s cologne to somehow weave itself into your nose hairs.

———

As the elevator moved past floor 3, the lights flickered.

Huh.

As the digital display panel flashed, the elevator suddenly lurched to a stop, sending you toppling into the handrail. The guest’s hand flew to your upper arm to steady you, then quickly retreated.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” the man asked, eyes quickly scanning you for any obvious injuries.

Were you? No, you determined after a quick mental inventory. “I’m fine, thank you. Are you alright, sir?” You straightened up, brushed your uniform shirt down into place, slipping back into your customer service mask.

“I, too, am fine. I was simply startled.” He pursed his full lips thoughtfully. “I do not believe this is how elevators are meant to work, however.” He frowned up at the lights, now dimmer than before.

“Uh, no, not… not typically, no. I am sure it will be resolved soon. I apologize for the inconvenience, sir.” You leaned over to press the service button, which did nothing.

He waved his palm dismissively. “Please, no ‘sir.’ I am Javi. And I do not think elevator maintenance falls within your purview, no?” He grinned, turning to you. He had a dimple.

You chuckled. “It does not, sir. Javi. Still, on behalf of the hotel…”

“You do not need to speak on behalf of the hotel to me. No pasa nada - do not worry, please.” He placed his hand back on your arm, gave it a gentle squeeze before releasing. “I do not hold you accountable, my new friend, for the failures of either man or machine.”

“I appreciate that, very much,” you said softly. “Sorry, it’s unusual for guests to be so… understanding. They’re generally—,”

“—terrible assholes?” he finished, eyebrows raised and eyes glinting with a spark of mischief.

You laughed. “Technically I’m on the clock, so no comment.” He chuckled and winked knowingly. The two of you resumed your wordless standing for some time.

Eventually, the guest, Javi, slid his back down the elevator wall until he sat on the floor, luxurious fabric of his suit rumpled without a care, his long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. “You will join me, perhaps? While we wait for our knight in a shining toolbelt?”

You glanced down at him. “Join you on the ground, you mean?”

“Where else is there to go?” He had a point. You sat down.

“So, Javi. What brings you to the hotel? Business or pleasure?” You pulled your legs to your body to sit criss-cross, bracing your elbows on your knees and resting your chin on a fist.

Javi grinned. “Both, I hope, or perhaps neither. I wish to make a new film — that is what I do, I make movies — and if the studio will agree, then I will celebrate. If the studio does not agree, I suppose I will not be working or playing.”

He tilted his head back and folded his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and smiling in the direction of the ceiling. “Either way, it has been a worthwhile trip, I think.”

“Wow! So, you like to travel then?” you asked.

“Sí, but more than that, I enjoy meeting new people. Making friends. And I have done that today, and so, I consider my visit to be a success. Would you agree?” He looked over and cocked his head, eyes wide and bright, like a charming puppy.

Your face warmed. “I guess I would. I’d much rather make a friend than clean up another disgusting hotel room.” You shook your head, then remembered yourself. “Sorry. That’s my job, I know. I don’t want to be rude.” Thank god you’d forgotten your walkie in the break room. You could’ve called for help by this point, sure, but you also could’ve gotten yourself fired with the accidental press of a button.

Javi shushed you affectionately. “I will not hear these sorries. We are simply having a conversation, as friends do, are we not? You may be true to yourself with me. I would prefer it if you do.” He slid a thumb over his lower lip, then scratched at his stubbled jaw before sighing.

“When you are a man such as me, one who is associated with riches and fame and power, people do not speak to you plainly. They tell you, instead, what they think you would like to hear. What they believe may win them your favor. It is… rather difficult.” He hummed. “The more I am known, the less I am known. Does this make sense to you, what I am saying?”

“Yeah, it does.” You bit your lip and nodded. “It really does. That sounds really isolating. Lonely.”

“It can be, yes,” he confirmed quietly. “I love movies. Making films was my greatest dream, and I am very grateful for the chance to do it, and for the privileges I have had, though they did not come without their own challenges.”

He laced his fingers together and sat his hands on his thighs. “But part of what I love about movies is how they can connect people together. It is ironic, maybe, that making movies has resulted in fewer connections for me.”

“In that case, I’m glad the elevator got stuck, then. I’m enjoying the chance to connect with you, Javi,” you said declaratively.

With impeccable cosmic timing, all the lights of the elevator went dark, save for a thin emergency strip, glowing red along the edge of the floor.

———

Well. You thought for a moment. “Javi?”

His voice swam easily through the darkness. “Sí, I am here.” You focused on the red glow to try and make out the shape where he sat.

“I think this is the best day of work I’ve had in years,” you shrugged with a snort.

Javi barked a loud laugh along with you, then slid a few feet closer along the floor to sit immediately beside you in the darkness.

“May I ask you something, my friend?” His voice was softer, husking around the edges a bit.

“Of course,” you replied, feeling something small and fuzzy and wriggly in your chest. The smell of his cologne washed over you, more concentrated with his proximity, almost as if it was your skin that bore it and not his.

“Will you tell me about your favorite movie?”

You were surprised at his question for a fraction of a second, but he asked so earnestly, you knew that, for your new friend Javi, the topic that others would probably regard as small talk was instead a precious, intimate thing.

“Yes, but don’t laugh.”

“I would never, you must know this. I will tell you one of mine first — it is Paddington 2.” You could only see the vague shapes of his face in the low light but it was clear that he was serious, and it filled you with adoration for your gentle and unpredictable new friend.

“I haven’t actually seen it,” you admitted.

“Oh, we will change this. We will watch it together someday,” Javi said with an authoritative clap of his hands. “If we are not entombed inside this elevator, of course,” he added.

“It’s a big if,” you acknowledged. “But yeah, I’d like that.”

“So.” You felt Javi’s shoulder press against your own, flush together. “I am dying to hear. Which is your favorite?” He was practically buzzing with anticipation.

“Babe,” you muttered, tucking your face into your hands with embarrassment.

Vision having adjusted somewhat, Javi clocked the movement and turned his broad shoulders to face you, grabbing both your hands in his and pulling them down.

“Why would you feel shame for this?! It is an incredible story of defying expectations and overcoming oppressive structures. The pig is a marvel, is he not?” He shook your hands with emphasis and continued breathlessly. “He teaches the other animals and humans of the farm to love, to respect one another, to see the inherent value in each other. It is a tribute to empathy! An ode to the triumph of the spirit! Oh, you have chosen well, querida.” The white of his teeth gleamed in the shadows when Javi beamed at you.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. “Okay, THANK YOU. It’s so wonderful, right?! I’m so used to being teased about it, but I love it. Ugh, Farmer Hoggett is so…”

“Fuuuuuck. The song! Oh, I can feel my heart seize when I think of it. It is what I would want the next time I fall ill, somebody to sing that song for me. I suppose I could pay somebody to do so,” Javi mused, “but I think it would not have quite the same sentiment.”

“Javi, I promise that if we don’t die in this elevator, I will sing the song from Babe to you over the phone whenever you’re sick.” You turned his hands in yours, running your thumbs over his knuckles.

“And I will do the same for you. We must pinky swear it. Then our vow will be unbreakable.”

He hooked one pinky in the air between your bodies and waited for yours to join. You lifted your own and looped it with his, and Javi flexed his strong hand to squeeze the promise in extra tight.

“Good. It is agreed. Now, I am curious to know how a spirit that burns for such a piglet finds herself in such an establishment as this, cleaning up after unruly excess. Surely, it does not feed your soul.” Javi returned his hands to his own lap but tilted his head so it rested on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling against your cheek.

“Doesn’t feed my soul, no. Doesn’t feed my body very well, either. Pay is garbage, bills are always tight. My fridge has seen better days, for sure.” You huffed. “But, the hours are flexible. Sometimes I get tips. It’s whatever.”

“I wish for you to have more than ‘whatever’, querida,” intoned Javi, warm concern in his voice.

“Yeah, me too. Someday, hopefully.”

“Hmm.” Javi nuzzled slightly into your neck, and you wondered if he could feel your pulse pick up. “And if you were not working in this hotel, not burdened by your responsibilities, what would you like to be?”

“Besides a sheep-pig?” you smirked.

Javi patted your back with a giggle.

“I want to be a museum archivist,” you sighed. “I, uh, actually have two Masters degrees? History and Library & Information Science.”

“No! That is amazing!” Javi gasped at your side, lifting his head to gape at you.

“Thanks. It is… a lot of debt. And most archival positions require you to do a bunch of internships for experience just to get a foot in the door. Degree is a necessity but it doesn’t really mean anything in terms of getting a job. I couldn’t afford to pay back my loans and pay my bills while volunteering my time, and no paying jobs were willing to take a chance on me fresh out of school.” You laughed humorlessly. “Probably should’ve thought of that before I got the degree. But, I needed to do something, and this job was something. I’m able to volunteer at the Natural History Museum a few days a week with my schedule doing whatever they’ll let me.”

Javi was nodding along with your words as he listened. “I see, I see. And how long have you been doing this job instead of what you love?”

“Ah,” you hemmed. “Six, no, seven years?”

“And you have made progress on your loan payments?”

“Not really. If I work for a nonprofit or public employer, I could have my loans forgiven after 10 years of employment, but I’d have to be able to get the job first, and prospects are bleak. I don’t have savings either. Paying $1800 a month for a shoebox doesn’t leave much left over.” You allowed yourself to lean into Javi, your head slanting on top of his shoulder.

“Shit.” Tentatively, he reached his arm around your body. “This is okay, querida? For me to offer you this comfort?”

“It is, Javi. Thank you.” You snuggled into him, let his warmth seep into you, and sat in silence for a while. Time stretched lazily around you both, like a comfortable cat.

“You know what’s crazy? And sad, now that I think about it,” you said eventually. “In the seven years I’ve worked here, nobody has ever asked me about anything besides hotel shit or housekeeping. Not my bosses, not my coworkers. Definitely not any of the guests.”

“Then that is an injustice to you and a loss for them. Thank you for sharing yourself in this way with me. I feel very fortunate to have met and learned more of you.” You smiled against Javi’s torso and he cupped his palm around the base of your neck, thumbing the space behind your ear.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked, the lights blaring back on. You and Javi shielded your eyes from the blinding change. You exchanged glances as the display lit up once again, and Javi clambered to his knees, reaching out to give a testing press to the round 4 button.

———

The elevator rumbled and began to ascend.

“Oh, wow,” you said. “I kind of forgot this might eventually happen. Lost track of time, I’m not allowed to have my phone on me during shifts and I don’t wear a watch.” You stood up and shook out your tingling limbs.

Javi stood as well, straightening his suit and fixing his cuffs. “It has been…” He looked at his watch and squinted at the face. “It has been three hours.”

“Oh my god! Shit, I’m going to get reamed for not having that room cleared.” Panic and frustration started to gnaw at the corners of your and Javi’s peaceful vignette.

“But it is the fault of their elevator that you are delayed,” he reasoned.

“They won’t care, trust me. God, I wish I didn’t need this job as bad as I do.” You closed your eyes and took a breath, steeling yourself as the elevator stopped at the fourth floor and the doors slid open. For a moment, Javi hesitated, then exited before you and reached a hand back. You took it and let him lead you out of your shared could-have-been sarcophagus.

Wary of the hallway’s security cameras and what additional trouble you might find yourself in if your supervisors spotted you bothering the guests, you stepped further away from Javi’s body than you would’ve liked to be.

“I have to go to the Bacchus Suite, like, immediately,” you groaned, toeing at the carpet.

Javi tutted. “I am staying in the Fortuna Suite. If I leave a message for you at reception, will you receive it?” His face was drawn, but hopeful.

“Yeah, I definitely will. I… I really would like it if you did, Jav.” Your cheeks felt hot and you glanced down at your feet, looking up when you heard a shuffling to find Javi now standing inches from you.

“Nothing could keep me from leaving you a message, then. I think, probably, I will take the stairs this time,” he huffed a quiet laugh, his brow scrunching, his breath warm on your face. He moved closer, letting the strong curve of his aquiline nose nestle against your own, and you felt his long dark lashes flutter against your cheekbone.

“I would like to kiss you, before we part, if you would agree to it.” His voice was low, reserved, but run through with a gentle current of hunger. His hand slid around the back of your neck once more, as in the dark elevator, and he let his thumb stroke along the hinge of your jaw as he looked at you deeply, rich vanilla eyes heady with longing.

Fuck the security cameras.

You answered Javi by pressing your mouth firmly to his, lips slotting together effortlessly. He brought his other hand to hold your face, and you gripped around his biceps, fingers barely circling them, as you breathed in tandem. He opened his mouth against you, and you slipped your tongue to his, kissing deeply and languidly, losing yourselves in each other’s taste.

The other elevator dinged and you pulled apart as the doors opened, a bellboy with a luggage cart rolling his eyes at you both before turning down the hall.

“I have to go, Jav.”

“Okay. I will leave a message.”

Javi stepped back to you and kissed you once more, chaste and quick, and you waved your fingers at him and turned to hurry towards the room you were meant to be cleaning. He watched you go, his face flushed and his heart swelling, and when you’d disappeared around the corner, he walked to the stairwell and opened the door.

———

You stopped at the supply closet for a cart, gloves, trash bags, cleaning supplies, and a UV light (shudder), taking a few seconds to steady yourself, remind yourself you were about to go clean up possible biohazards for minimum wage after you’d spent the past few hours shut in a dark elevator with the most remarkable man you’d ever met, who kissed you like he needed you as much as he needed air.

Locking the closet behind you, you approached the suite. You steeled your nerves, puffed up your chest, and held the keycard up to the door latch.

Bink. The light flashed green and you pushed down the handle, ready for the worst.

It was worse than the worst.

After the wall of stench, the first thing you noticed was what appeared to be blue paint trailing from the door to the lounge, where a pool of cerulean was soaked into the cushions of the sofa. The curtains had been ripped from the wall, massive holes in the drywall where the rod had been, a fine layer of white dust settled over the drapes, which were crumbled on the floor. Every mirror was shattered, some bearing signs of lipstick and/or blood on their jagged edges. The stocked bar was trashed, cracked bottles dripping across the counter, glasses full of cigarette butts and unidentified liquids, sticky liquor puddled and syrupy on every available surface. The one bed you could see from where you stood had no mattress on it. You did not see the mattress. You were afraid to look at the bathroom.

The phone was ringing.

You sidestepped the paint splotches and tiptoed around broken glass to lift the receiver. “Housekeeping,” you said, peppy as was possible amid the destruction.

“We’ve had a guest request immediate assistance.”

“Okayyy,” you paused, curious why they were interrupting you about it. “I can do it after I finish assessing here.”

“The guest asked for you by name, and he does not wish to wait. He is a very valuable client of the chain, so we’ll reassign another housekeeper to the Bacchus. You can go straight to the other suite.”

“Oh! Which, uh, suite is that?” you asked, hoping for a particular answer.

“Fortuna.” You grinned.

“Okay, I’ll go right now.”

They hung up without saying another word, and you left the cart in the room and left as quickly as you could, trying not to skip as you rounded the corner and headed to the Fortuna, which sat on the other side of the elevator bank.

———

When you arrived, a little short of breath, you knocked twice and waited, bouncing slightly on your toes. There was no response.

You knocked again, louder this time, realizing you didn’t know Javi’s last name to call out to him and have it sound vaguely professional.

“Javi,” you said against the door, knocking once more and pressing your ear against it to listen for footsteps. Nothing. You pulled the master keycard from your pocket and passed it in front of the lock.

Bink. The green lights flashed, and you opened the door cautiously.

“Javi?” you called, stepping inside, but the room appeared to be empty. You walked through the lounge and peered into the bedroom, into the en suite, out on the balcony. Nothing. The bed was messily made, as if it had been straightened after being slept in, and the shower stall was damp, but otherwise you saw no evidence of Javi or anybody else, save for the faint ghost of his cologne lingering in the air.

What the fuck?

Your heart was sinking when you glanced at the console table and saw an envelope bearing your name in an even script. Before you could feel confused or angry or worried or any other emotion, you grabbed for it, then plunked yourself in an overstuffed armchair and opened. A folded piece of paper from the hotel’s branded memo pad fell out.

Inside the folded paper was a check. Your check. Or, rather, a check for you. Filled out in the same handwriting as the envelope. Made out for $50,000. From the personal account of Mr. Javier Gutierrez.

You thought you might faint, or cry, or puke, or drop dead. Activities better suited for the Bacchus Suite.

You turned your attention, somehow, from the check to the paper, seeing your name across the top of the paper below the hotel logo.

Querida,

Quit.

Your Friend,

Javi

P.S. I am outside. I am driving a silver Porsche convertible. No pressure. But I will wait here. - Javi

P.P.S. This is my phone number. It is okay if you do not call. Or come out to meet me. I just want you to have it. - Javi

P.P.P.S. In case you have received this letter later than I expected and you have been delayed by your cleaning duties, I have written this twenty-seven minutes past the moment you left me at the elevators. I do not want you to rush or to worry. If you have not appeared or called by evening I will wait in the parking lot overnight, just in case. The attendants are very easily distracted, it will not be difficult to hide. - Javi

P.P.P.P.S. I did not write you this check in the hope that you will want to pursue a romance with me. I wish for you to follow your dreams, even if they do not include me in them. We are practically strangers, after all, and I would understand. The money is yours, whatever you choose. My hope that you will also choose me is an entirely separate thing. Most of all, I desire for you to be happy, archiving all sorts of things that must be archived. I am certain you’ll do it very well. - Javi

P.P.P.P.P.S. I would like to kiss you again. - Javi

———

Ten minutes after reading Javi’s note, you were strolling out of the employee lockers, sunglasses and cell phone in hand and uniform abandoned on a bench. You paused at the schedule posted on the wall, used the Sharpie tied to a nail in the wall to drag a thick black line through your name on the calendar. Without fanfare, you waltzed out the front doors and climbed into the vehicle waiting for you in the valet loop.

“Did you drive?”

“Nope. No car - I take the bus.”

“Ah, just as well. I have many. I am happy to share.”

You turned to face the man in the driver's seat, his handsome face haloed by the sun as he looked fondly at you.

“That’s lot of money, Javier Gutierrez” you tsked.

“It is no hardship. You.. you will accept it, though? And, if I am lucky, you will accept… me?”

You laughed. “Yes. Both. I accept both. Happily.”

His eyebrows curled upwards and his lips pouted in an expression of blissful disbelief. “This is fantastic news, querida. And you quit?”

“And I quit,” you confirmed, and leaned across the console to continue the kiss that had been interrupted at the elevators, savoring this moment at the cusp of something beautiful.

Javi shifted his head, sat up slightly, and you tugged gently on his plump lower lip with your teeth as he pulled back just enough to lock his eyes with yours. Tears glistened at his waterline and you felt your own begin to well. He pressed his forehead to yours, nudged his nose against yours, and rubbed his hands down your arms before giving you a solid pat on the back and whispering against your skin:

“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”

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Tagging the sprintos who cheered me on!!

@whocaresstillthelouvre @jennaispunk @goodwithcheese @ace-turned-confused @timelordfreya @maggiemayhemnj @beefrobeefcal @tinytinymenace

[yes-divine-ruler]

Doll - Kai Anderson

x bimbo!fem!reader

idea from @demxnicprxncess 🤍

cw: kai receiving oral, vaginal sex, whining, sir

wc: 2.3k

Kai tapped his fingers on the table before him, his jaw locked and his eyes raging with anger. It had been almost a full hour that you had made him and the rest of the cult wait, and everyone was getting increasingly impatient by the second.

"Divine Ruler? Does she have to be here?" Kai didn't know who's voice it was, but it was enough for him to slam down his palm on the table. It was enough of an answer to let everyone know that yes, you did have to be there, and to shut up before anymore dumb questions were asked.

Kai stood as he heard the basement door open, his eyes widening in surprise. You stood at the top of the stairs holding onto the handrail and attempting to climb down the steps on your own.

"Kai sweetheart! Can you give me a hand please?" Your sweet voice rung in his ears, and almost all of his anger faded away.

The rest of the cult watched in awe as he quickly paced over to the stairwell, and locked eyes with you. Fucking holy hell. You had Kai wrapped around your pinky finger and everyone knew you were his weak link.

"What is this Y/N? Is this really necessary?" Kai asked between grit teeth as he ascended the stairs and stood by your side, one hand grabbing your freshly manicured one, the other cupping your ass over your tight bright pink mini skirt. You smelt so sickly sweet, like the brightest flower and the tallest cane of sugar. As soon as it hit Kai's nostrils, he melted. He couldn't get enough of you.

"Baby I told you the meeting started an hour ago," Kai spoke under his breath as he helped you navigate down each step in your 6-inch stilettos.

"And I told you honey, that I had to do my make up first, and you didn't give me enough notice," you grumbled, flipped your curled hair behind your shoulder and facing the group of people who had sat waiting for you for over 45 minutes.

"Hey everyone!" You cheered, not letting go of Kai's hand as you sunk down on his couch beside him. His hand left yours and tucked between your thighs, and finally the long awaited meeting had commenced.

You behaved like a spoiled brat the whole time, Kai had told you this plan in confidence so many times that you already knew it like the back of your hand.

Everyone's gaze would switch been you and Kai, Kai as he passionately spoke about his next move, and you as you took out your glittery nail file and began to buff your nails on your left hand. When Kai finally noticed, his hand tightened on your thigh, causing you to let out a tiny squeak and drop the file.

To everyone else, it just looked like you were being blatantly rude and condescending, and Kai didn't want everyone to think he was a baffling idiot because not even his girlfriend was interested in his plans.

When the meeting was almost at an end, Kai groaned as he noticed you fanning your face with your hands, your French tip nails providing some sort of relief as the heat began to rise in the basement. It was bad enough it was the middle of summer, but the basement being jam packed with people made it unbearable.

"It's sooo hot in here sugarplum, I think I'm going to melt," you'd interrupted Kai as he was speaking, and he turned to you in annoyance.

"Princess, why don't you go upstairs now, hm? I'll be up in a bit," Kai leaned over and whispered in your ear, and you nodded.

"Kai, please help me get back up, I'm so sick of this dingy basement baby, we need to do some renovations," you rambled as Kai excused himself for a moment to help you go back upstairs.

Once again everyone's eyes were trained on Kai as he assisted you like a damn service puppy, clutching you tightly as you both made it back up to the main floor.

"I won't be long sweetheart, just be a good girl and go sit on our bed okay?" You could sense Kai's agitation and it almost made you want to cry; you hated when he was annoyed at you.

So like that you'd stormed off upstairs to sit on the bed and wait patiently for him to return. Kai on the other hand sighed and ran a hand through his hair at the absolute handful of sunshine and rainbows you were, and made it back downstairs to conclude the meeting.

He was met with mumbling, people whispering to one another, talking about his weak link, you, and how bad you were for him. Kai's anger boiled to the surface and he stood in the centre of the room, his eyes like daggers and his fists shaking by his sides.

"If anyone has anything to say about Y/N, say it to my fucking face. I will not have you all speak down on my girlfriend, you hear me? There will be big fucking consequences to pay!" He roared, and everyone went silent.

You'd decided to make it up to your boyfriend for being such a handful, leaving your hair and make up as it was but changing out of your miniskirt and crop top into something a bit more revealing. Kai's favourite set of lingerie, latex and the lightest shade of pink. Your rhinestone-embedded stilettos stayed on your feet, and making final adjustments in the mirror, you were set to make it up to your grumpy man.

Kai comes into your bedroom looking defeated, and anger still glazes over his eyes. You sit timidly on the bed, because you knew he'd take it out on you, and nothing had you shaking more in excited anticipation.

His eyes shot up to lock with yours, and then slowly, they raked down your body, drinking in the sight before him. You wiggled your hips on the bed, a big smile on your face when he let out a low whistle.

“What’s all this for?” Kai asked, pacing towards you, cupping your cheek in one hand and running the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. You reached forward and laid your palm flat against the zipper of his jeans, already feeling the grow of his bulge.

“I’m sorry for being such a handful, sir, I didn’t mean to ruin your meeting,” you say just above a whisper, pouting your shaded pink lips, looking up at him from under your false eyelashes. You knew Kai liked it when you were extra vulnerable, and especially when you called him sir.

He lets out a soft chuckle, as you move off the bed to sit in front of him on your knees. He doesn’t say anything, just watches with the intensity of a hawk with dark eyes as you unfasten his jeans and tug them down his legs.

“You know, they underestimate you,” Kai blurts, his hand now in your hair, knotting all the hard work you put into it this morning. You don’t mind, humming to encourage him to continue.

“You’re my right hand woman, they don’t see how amazing you are, how much more ruthless you are than me,” you let Kai continue as you place small kisses where his cock strains behind his boxers, your hand cupping his balls and kneading them softly in your palm. He shudders, swallowing thickly as he watches you lick a strip up the length of the fabric.

“I’ll show them,” your eyes sparkle as you smile up at Kai, and he groans just seeing the glint of mischief.

“I’ll show them how great I really am,” he smiles back. He loved the way you did your make up every day, he felt like he had doll at his every beckoning call.

Your fingers creep into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down so agonisingly slow it made Kai’s cock twitch. His grip in your hair tightens, and you giggle with your lips ghosting the length of his cock.

He growls, but waits patiently while his tip leaks with pearlescent pre cum. It was practically pleading for you to put it in your mouth.

Eventually you cave, and take the base in your hand, your mouth consuming the swollen head with your tongue on the underside.

“Fuck baby,” Kai moans, buckling his hips and driving his cock to the back of your throat. You gag on it, but Kai loves that, and leaves your mouth full of his length as he reaches down to pinch your nose closed.

Your eyes screw shut as you try to concentrate on whatever oxygen you have left, salivating excessively and all down the front of your chin. When it becomes too much, and it feels like you might pass out, you look up at Kai pleadingly, whimpering.

He chuckles, and pulls back, letting your nose go and your lungs fill up with air.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kai moans, as you continue to engulf the entirely of his cock as it throbs and swells closer to his release. Your mouth works feverishly, your head guiding by the push and pull of Kai’s hands wound tightly in your hair, until he pulls you off him, and to stand.

You whine in pain as you’re tugged by your hair towards the bed, and pushed down onto your stomach. Kai comes in behind you, biting down on his bottom lip and moving your latex panties to the side to reveal your glistening heat.

“So wet,” Kai reaches around your waist, tugging your hips so your ass is up on the air. You bite your lip in anticipation, watching behind you with a cheek pressed to the blanket. Kai inserts his long middle finger, curling it as soon as he sinks it in knuckle deep.

You whine some more, your hips rocking back and forth along the length of his finger, trying to gain the friction you so badly needed.

“You wanna tease me sweetheart? Two can play at that game,” he taunts, retracting his finger.

“Kai,” you drag out the end of his name, “please sir, your doll needs you.”

You knew exactly what would push his buttons.

Kai’s eyes turn impossibly darker, and soon he’s spitting directly on your hole, and swiping his tip across your folds.

You moan, reaching behind you and spreading yourself open for him. Kai can’t take it anymore, as much as he believed he had all the power, you know you did.

He finally nudges you open with his tip, the stretch already unbelieving good. He moves slowly, until he’s bottomed out inside you, and letting you adjust to his girth.

“More sir,” you plead, trying to rock back and forth on his cock. He halts you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your hips.

“Where’s your manners angel?” He asks, his voice low and sultry.

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

Kai doesn’t wait before he’s rutting his hips so deep and so fast that you can’t help the moans that leave your lips. His fingers dig into your hips harder, as he’s pushing and pulling you off his cock, slick with your juices and shining in the bedroom light overhead.

“You feel so good doll,” he groans, the smack of his hips as they meet the flesh of your ass the only sound ringing in your ears.

Everything is so good and so sensitive that it has a fire erupt in your lower abdomen and tears well in your eyes. Your thighs begin to shake as he fills you again and again to the brink.

“Oh my god, just like that,” you pine, gripping the blanket with your fists to try and alleviate some of the force. Kai grunts and groans behind you, the wet sounds of your cunt as it drips down the insides of your thighs sending him closer to his undoing.

His hands reach towards your own, and he’s tugging them to hold them in a firm grasp behind your back. You have no choice but to let your face fall into the blanket, tears steaming down your face as you choke out sobs.

“Aw is my little girl crying? Is my cock too much?” Kai taunts, not slowing his pace, and only sinking into you deeper, rubbing blissfully up again the spongy part inside you that has goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Yes- yes sir- oh fuck I’m cumming,” you cry, feeling yourself unravel around his cock, gushing from your pulsing walls as your hips buckle.

Kai isn’t far behind, fucking you raw through the entirety of your orgasm, until he pulls out and unloads all over your ass and back.

He leans down from above you, and wipes the tears from your face, peppering kisses across your jaw as you try and even your breathing.

“My little doll,” Kai whispers, before a harsh slap meets your ass cheek and you yelp in surprise as the sting tingles your skin.

He wipes you down before you finally roll over, so fucked out and tired from having your cunt stretched and savagely pounded, your eyes behind to feel heavy.

“I love you my sweet thing,” Kai holds you in his arms and his heart beats insistently against your back.

“I love you too honey bun,” you breathe out, “shower?”

You knew your make up would be in a state by the way it was smudged across the surface of the blanket. Kai nods against your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your skin before he’s out of the bed, and heading towards the bathroom, beckoning you to follow.

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I have a little headcanon: Poe should hold Ranpo in public transport because Ranpo is too lazy to hold on to the handrails (even if he is able to reach it)

Bro is on his service duty (I love ranpoe)