#i always do this. and it's always with dio too

[dioslesbianwife]

hihi! hope you’re doing well?

could i request another continuation of rival reader? reader surprising their Jojo by coming out of retirement to fight one more time, but instead of fighting against their Jojo they’re fighting alongside them to defeat some sort of mega threat? tysm <33

hii, i'm doing well, ty for asking <3 hope you are too, and sure, hope u enjoy and thank you for requesting ❤️

Jonathan Joestar

Your rivalry with Jonathan was noble, proud, and honorable.

You were like two opposing swords- sharp and clean. Always respecting each other, even in battle.

When you vanished from the world, rumors said you had died. But Jonathan never believed it.

And then, during a massive Dio-level crisis…

You step out of the fog. Older. Wearing battle-worn armor.

“Joestar. Long time no see.”

His eyes widen. “You… you came back.”

You nod. “One last time. Together.”

Jonathan clutches your forearm like a brother-in-arms. “It’s an honor to fight beside you.”

You move like you never left the battlefield. He trusts your instincts completely. Even mirrors your technique.

When it’s over, he turns to you, breathless.

“You’ve changed. But you’re still… incredible.”

His admiration never faded. If anything, it only grew.

Joseph Joestar

You were a chaotic rival. Always one step ahead, and ten steps extra.

“You again? I thought I got rid of you!”

“Not a chance, JoJo.”

You had a playful hatred, constantly sabotaging each other with jokes, booby traps, and ego.

After you disappeared, he always kept one eye open. “If they ever come back, I swear- ”

So when you dropkick a vampire mid-battle, smirk, and go, “Need a hand, old man?”, he FREEZES.

“YOU?! WHAT THE HELL???”

You: “Relax. I’m on your side. This once.”

“You’re not dying on me after all this, got it?” you growl as you pull him up mid-battle.

Your teamwork is chaotic but stupidly effective.

After the battle, he never lets you vanish again.

Jotaro Kujo

You and Jotaro were serious. Brutal. No-nonsense. Both quiet. Both deadly.

He never smiled when you were around. Just narrowed his eyes. 

After a while, you vanished.

But when DIO’s absorbed Joseph’s blood and has grown stronger, Jotaro stares ahead, overpowered- 

And hears your voice.

“… can’t leave you idiots alone, can I?”

He turns. It’s you. Older. Stronger. Wearing a long coat and cold eyes.

For a second, he stares like you’re a ghost. Then he nods. Just once.

“Let’s finish this,” you say.

“Hmph. About time,” he replies.

Fighting alongside him is wordless. Efficient. Like a dance you never forgot.

Afterward, he says nothing. But you find a note later:

“You’ve always been stronger than I gave you credit for. I’m glad you’re still alive.”

Josuke Higashikata

You were the cool, older rival- the one who always teased Josuke.

He admired you so much.

You vanished after a fight that left both of you scarred. Josuke never forgot it.

So when Bites the Dust threatens the people Morioh and he’s panicking- 

And you step off a motorcycle, trenchcoat blowing, going “Need backup, sweetheart?”

He STUTTERS. Literally stumbles backward.

“Wha-  You’re ALIVE???”

“Told you I’d beat you in one last fight,” you wink.

“Except… I’m on your side now.”

Fighting next to you reignites all those memories of being younger and wanting to prove himself.

“I’m stronger now,” he pants after a hit.

You: “I know. I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t worth it.”

He grins like a kid again. Finally feels like he earned your respect.

Giorno Giovanna

You were the only one who could outsmart him. The shadow across his golden throne.

Your rivalry was quiet and psychological. Chess games. Poison tea. Secret wars.

When you vanished, Giorno was suspicious. “No one like them just disappears.”

Years later, when Passione is threatened by Stand users…

A figure steps from the shadows beside him.

“Gold Experience is pretty, but it won’t be enough alone.”

Giorno’s eyes narrow. “You came back.”

You: “I didn’t come to challenge you, Don Giorno. I came to finish the job with you.”

He smiles.

You fight like opposites made whole. Shadow and sun. Left and right.

After the fight, Giorno places a golden flower on your chest.

“You’re the only rival I ever missed.”

Jolyne Cujoh

You were the badass rival that called her “Princess” and threw punches without warning.

Jolyne would get SO mad every time you kicked her ass and then vanished like a ghost.

When she hears rumors of a threat in the prison and everyone’s in a panic- 

You appear in the mess hall mid-fight like, “Heard you were in over your head, Cujoh.”

She literally SCREAMS.

“YOU?! WHAT THE HELL- ”

“Miss me?”

You both fall into rhythm like it’s nothing. Jolyne yells, you snipe. You joke, she tackles.

“Don’t die, okay?” she mutters between blows.

You grin. “Only if you don’t.”

After the chaos, she drags you out by the collar.

“You’re NOT disappearing again. I’ll chain you to myself if I have to.”

Johnny Joestar

Johnny hated you. Like viscerally. Because you reminded him of the part of himself he couldn’t forgive.

You were the person who never gave him an inch during the Steel Ball Run.

But after it ended… you disappeared. Not dead. Just gone.

So when a threat connected to the Corpse Parts reemerges, Johnny rides alone- 

Until you step out of the desert dust.

“Funny how we both couldn’t stay away.”

He stares. Long. Silent. Then nods.

“Well… We’ll ride together this time.”

The old hatred isn’t gone. But it’s different. Warmer. Respected.

“You’ve changed,” he mutters after your combined victory.

“So did you,” you reply.

And this time, you don’t vanish. You ride beside him.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Josuke barely remembers your old fights. They’re fuzzy, like a dream.

You were always showing up to battle him, claiming he owed you a rematch.

He’d laugh. “You’re weird as hell.”

But then you were gone.

He assumed the worst. Until he sees you in the crowd during a disaster in Morioh.

You raise an eyebrow. “Miss me, Frankenboy?”

“...You came back?”

“Couldn’t let you hog the spotlight, right?���

Your tag-team is absurd. You bring chaos, he brings precision. You argue mid-fight, then finish each other’s sentences.

When it’s over, he’s blushing, hiding it.

“You’re… different.”

“You’re still cute.”

Josuke short-circuits.

Jodio Joestar

You were his older rival. The criminal he couldn’t stop comparing himself to.

You vanished after one last job went wrong.

He tells himself he doesn’t care. That you’re probably dead or worse.

Until a disaster-level threat hits and Jodio’s outnumbered.

And then you reappear, Stand glowing like an omen.

“Missed me, kid?”

Jodio freezes. His voice cracks.

“...What the fuck took you so long?”

You grin. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? I’m about to cry.”

You fight like a pair of storms. One old, one new.

Afterward, you both sit on the roof, staring at the ocean.

“You’re not a kid anymore,” you murmur.

“Took you long enough to see it,” he whispers.

[brownsuugahh]

Burgundy, elevators and Jean Paul Gaultier.

Part Two

"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air, I know I can count on you", has being the ring on my alarm clock for the last three years, however today I didn't really need it. Today was my first real interview with a movie star. Real as in there are going to be less than a feet away from me, real as I will be able to smell them, real as in I had to bring five questions and real as is going to be in all E! Entertainment Television channels.

I sat on the bed and closed my eyes, I mutter a thank you mamma picturing her smile when she sees me for the first time in television, and a thank you universe for all the rest of the things that brought me here.

I jumped to the shower and repeated the questions in my mind and then thought of all the things that could go wrong, then I open my eyes and said, everything is going to be okay, you have prepared for this moment for years, you watched this movie seven times, you have seen them in all of the interviews, you have good questions, you're READYYY! Hyping myself up help me finished my shower and just as I was getting dresses I heard her, "Honey!, stop overthinking and get dress!", she knows me.

Sammie is my best friend since college and roommate. We went to school for film, but she ended up in business and now is a corporate six figure girlie, total bad ass. She also helps me a lot with my own business specially with my insecurity and recurring anxiety.

"I'm comming love!" I said beforme emerging from my bedroom to find some chai tea and a scone. "Thank you love" I said almost whining. "Now, show me the fit!" She didn't say, she yelled. I stand up from the table and show her my green suit perfectly tailored with a pink corset under. I wore my light brown curls lose and a sultry brown makeup that always makes my black afrolatina skin pop. "You look great babe", she said in her reassuring voice and I responded "Dude this suit makes me feel so much power, but I'm unsure about the corset, do you think there are too much -boobs-?", we look at each other and said out loud -yeahhhhh-, after a nice laugh, she poured a quarter of a bottle of Jean Paul Gaultier "La Belle" on me, “Today you have to smell like whore, your meeting Michael B.Jordan after all”.

Yes, I was.

The interview is with Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, about Sinners. A dream come true that I managed to land after a few viral videos on the movie, a red carpert that I worked where I met Delroy Lindo and a killer New York Times review that went viral for my takes on racism, and the construction of blackness from a latin american point of view. And so far, it has been a dream, in my eyes I already made it, except that the day before yesterday my manager put me in contact with María from E! and Warner Brothers and invite to an interview with the man himself and her lover: Smoke and Annie. I almost choke, I said yes inmediately, then I had a panic attacked, and then I went by to prepared the five questions they requested.

And now 'm here, looking at myself in the mirror, all of my 5.1ft, my purse with a tarot deck, and Ipad, a notebook a few pens, a water bottle and all my hopes and dreams.

"Come on honey, the uber's here".

Before I left, Sammie give me a blessing. "Dios te acompañe" she said in a broken spanish as she has heard my catholic Colombian grandma before. "Amén" I responded in automatic, not because am catholic, but because I need it my grandma voice with me today.

The ride to Warner Brothers studios was long and it gave me time to read my questions again. I will be in front of Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, I was hoping to asked them about race and colonization undertones about the movie but I also wanted to asked them about Annie and Smoke love. Their relationship is so mature, so delicate, perfect and sad. I was olso hoping we laugh a little, since Michael can be a little serious. "Help me lord, I make this people laugh", I said to myself more like a prayer than an instruction.

When I finally reach the studios, I was a wreck. "Please don't get lost, please don't get lost" I said to myself up until I reach the recording studio. I was received by María, the WB exec, "Hi Alex, welcome, what do you think about the set? Amazing yea, c'mon, let's get you through makeup.

“You okey baby?”, she asked in a motherly voice. “I am really nervous”, “Don’t worry babe you’ll be fine!, your amazing at this, and this movie matters to you, that’s why we bring you. Come on, let’s touch up your makeup”. I sat in the chair and she continue, "Don't worry you'll be fine, only Ryan and Michael love this movie the same way you do, that's why we brought you here!". She was way to excited, if you asked me, but on the last part she was probably right, I do believe Coogler is a genius and Michael a terrific actor and Wunmi the most beautiful woman alive, well, I guess i'll be alright.

In the chair, the makeup artist told me, “their great people”. “Do you know them”, I asked. “Yes! I have done Michael’s makeup a couple of times before, he is a great guy, polite, a trooper and Wunmi is great, humble and sweet”. Okey, so I guess I am in good hands I then. Please, lord let me make this people laugh, please don't let me be like that girl that interview Blake Lively or like Blake Lively for that matter.

I went in first, got seated in a studio with a Sinners poster behind me and another one behind the two artist chairs. I re-read the questions from my ipad but I knew I had them in my memory and a couple of minutes after that I heard them come inside.

Wunmi’s face card was INSANE, what a women. She smiled, said hello with that sexy accent, got seated and the lights make her skin shine like a black sun, blinding, inspiring. Then there was him. First his smile, a wonderful suit with burgundy notes, he got close to me and extended his hand "nice to meet you", I grabbed his hand and for a second the time seem to stop, all I could see was his face and those dimples, "nice to meet you, Alexandra". I caught him checking me out, he licked his lips looking at my boobs up until Wunmi said his name and tell him something in secret. His face went a little red and I though it was really sweet, she probably tell him to got seated cause in that moment their PR came. “You have three questions, okay? I know we said five, but we don’t have time”, “Sure that's wonderful, thank you!” I quickly complied. Sometime after that I heard someone yelling for silence, another voice counted to five and then said “Alexa go”.

Like 20 minutes went by, and I saw myself taking a picture with my phone right next to Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi. His hand in my back felt heavy, a weight I felt it was missing me from forever. My god, does he have this effect on every women he meets? Once he moved I felt lacking. Wow. This is new.

They leave the place first, I stayed to say my goodbyes and thank you to everyone, grabbed my stuff and run to the elevator, I pressed the button and proceeded to called Sammie. “DUDEEEE”, she yelled, “how was it, omg tell me everything, was he beautiful?”, “Yes baby, yes he was. What a man”, I said with a heavy voice, “honestly Sammie he could have chemistry with a wall, he is so polite, so nice, his smile is 100 dude, and Wunmi, Sammie, her skin, her eyes, she was wearing a pink dress a dream, a total dream". “So where are you now?”, “I am waiting for the elevator babe”, “Okay, tell me more while it arrives”. “Okay, so, she was great, funny and smart, we spoke about freedom and him was amazing, we spoke about the twins and Annie and Smoke love. I also told them about Colombia and Blackness and we talked a little about that, of being black around the world. After that I asked for a selfie and they said yes. Dude, I have a picture with Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, can you believe that?, and I haven’t cried at all”, “Baby I am so proud of you! You deserve this! And now tell me, do you flirt with Mister Michael B?”, “Omg Sammie off course I didn’t, he is very serious, gorgeous, but very serious. One thing I can say though, he smells like he knows how to fuck”; Sammie burst out laughing and said “I knew you will assess him at some point”, “I sure did, and he pass with flying colors, he has a muncher face”, she laugh and loudly said “OMG babe, I love you, I have to go, but grab dinner for tonight we'll eat togheter and you can tell me all about it, okay?”. She hung up and while I was laughing and then I felt a figure pressing the elevator button.

“You know, if you don’t press the button, it won’t come up”, “I thought I did”, I said while lifting my face up, I settle my glasses and then I saw him. His burgundy suit hugging her muscles and a smirk that left me paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do, how much time had he being there, why was he alone, I saw him leaving with an entourage of like five people, my god why is he here, I was screaming in my head and then the ring of the elevator brought me from my train of thought.

He holds the elevator door for me. I went inside and felt him unusually close, “What floor?” he said while the doors closed, “First” I said with a shake in my voice. He presses it and then pressed third. We were both looking at the doors, he smells like wood and something I want to taste.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that” I said shyly. He laughs “It’s okey” He turned facing me and said “you smell good too”. I looked at him and smiled. “So who’s your favorite Smoke or Stack?”, he asked. “Smoke” I said with the confidence of a Jean Paul Gaultier whore. “Why?”, the doors open in the third floor but he didn't leave, “Because he is respectful, trustworthy, and I know he would kneel before me if I asked”.

The doors of the elevator got open in the first floor. “Goodbye Michael, thank you for everything”.

The walk from that hall way to the uber was like a marathon, my heart was racing, I felt the inside of my thights tingling, what did I just do. I went inside the uber, waited to leave Warner Brothers and then did a silence scream. “Alexa you just said Michael B. Jordan, you will ask him to kneel, are you insane”, I was shaking, I felt like crying but also felt extremely good. Michael saw me, I saw his smile, he scan my body, he smelled my whore perfume, I knew he wanted that, but still you're an influencer and he is a movie star.

I opened my bag in search of my phone, I was gonna tell Sammie about everything but ended up opening Intagram in automatic. I clicked on the heart and merged with likes and new follows there he was.

Michael B. Jordan - Follow back

After that I clicked the DM’s and right there in my requests, a message: “So, what else would you ask Smoke to do?”.

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This is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it!

[dumvixerum]

Okay hear me out HEAR ME OUT

[oneroomjestershow]

Loved in every universe

[sp-growingpains]

Rowan B. ☆

Its the eldest of the goobers, Rowan Broflovski! He's finally drawn out! I've drawn so little of him, and what a crime that was! Sweet, tired son boy!

Harper | @patchoululi

📓 - As mentioned before, he was the first twin to make an appearance! Absolutely something he will never let Ronnie forget!

📓 - The more introverted of the two. Most of the time he has major resting bitch face, most of the time it is on purpose.

📓 - This does change when he's around Ronnie. It's a very small change, but his brows tend to relax more and he's more likely to smile.

-> This changes more when they're older. He finds himself actually smiling and able to be a goober in public.

-> Ronnie acts a bit like a security blanket for him. That thing when you're with your friend and can just relax because at least someone there gets your sense of humor

📓 - Dry! The most dry humor you could have in a human being! There's a bit of a gallows humor in there, too. Which doesn't always go over well with other people, so he tends to keep to himself.

📓 - While he got Jean's hair, he inherited his dad's nose and eyes. He relates to his father more on personality, too.

-> He didn't really get his father's temper, just that no patience for bullshit attitude. Ronnie tends to pick on him when he tries to give him the stare ™.

"You know you look like Dad when you do that, right? You have no power over me. Put it away."

"I hate you."

"No~ you~ don't~"

-> That being said, the boy struggles with depression at a pretty young age. The tired look isn't always because he's bothered.

-> He's introduced to medication pretty quickly, something Jean is immediately on top of. As he gets older, he stays with his therapist for as long as he can.

📓 - Does very well in school. He has a heavy hand in Ronnie passing any of his classes. Rowan will accept nothing less than perfection. Straight A student the whole time.

📓 - He's got a small phobia of failure. A small compulsive need to be the very best because messing things up stresses him out. He gets caught up in his head over the slightest fuck up.

📓 Hobbies Inclide-

🎸 - Rowan plays bass! He loves music just like his brother! But unlike Ronnie, he doesn't just stop at one instrument.

🎹 - Piano is his guilty pleasure. He loves classical music sure, but just about anything that can be played on those ivory keys puts him at peace. He'll often use this to calm down if he's going through it.

⚾️ - Rowan found himself really enjoying baseball! He likes basketball, too, but only when he's playing with his family. But with baseball, it's his. He doesn't share that with anyone else. A lot of nights when he's supposed to be sleeping spent at the field.

📓 - Writing! Writing! Writing! Oh god does the boy write! Poetry, stories, lyrics, even plays! You name it, Rowan dabbles in it!

⛺️ - And of course, just like Ronnie, he loves camping. It's quiet. Most of the time, it's relaxing. Most of the time, he's alone. No expectations. Just nature and maybe finally getting some sleep.

📓 - He sleeps very poorly. A lot of that comes from that he feels like he's wasting time when he's asleep. Rowan can't accept anything less than perfection as stated above, so that means every moment MUST be dedicated to doing something.

📓 - Most times, you'll find him with his headphones in. He's not shy about it either. He buys the big ones that go over your head so you know he doesn't want to be messed with.

-> That isn't to say he doesn't want the company. He very much does. He's just afraid.

-> Living with depression is hard. Especially when you have your downs. Rowan often feels like he's too much to deal with, so he doesn't let many people get close.

-> That part of him that feels like he needs to be good at everything he does doesn't translate well with social encounters. He often feels he's not as good as Ronnie is, so it stresses him out.

-> Eventually, if he's around you enough, he'll loosen up. It just takes time.

📓 - His relationship with his grandparents is very special to him. As is his relationship with his religion. Rowan keeps to himself about it for the most part. After all, it's his relationship with his religion... no one else's.

📓 - Spends a lot of time with his grandparents, helping them with the holidays and learning as much as he can from them. He loves his grandma Sheila very much.

📓 - As much as Ronnie is a mama's boy, Rowan gets along with their father more. Kyle is one of the few people where Rowan can just be at peace around.

-> So his relationship with Jean isn't rocky, like Ronnie and Kyle's is. It's more like... both of them are walking on ice around each other.

-> There's a lot of times when Rowan feels like he can't compete with Ronnie. He sees how his twin brother and his mother get along so well, and it kind of hurts sometimes.

-> Jean fully blames herself for any and all of Rowan's mental health. She struggles with depression and now her baby boy has it. It's heavy stuff.

-> So these combined insecurities just cause them to dance around one another. But, just like how Rowan had to call his brother out, Ronnie calls him out for it when they're older. Telling him to talk about it and stop holding it in!

📓 - Rowan does, however, think his "Uncle" Stan is the coolest guy ever! He grows up listening to all of those old Crimson Dawn albums. Steals his mom's old shirt and watches every recording.

📓 - Even though Ronnie gets the reputation for being a bit of a flirt. It's Rowan, who's a bit of a heartbreaker. He turns a lot of people down, usually using the excuse that he's too busy. (The real reason is that fear mentioned above.)

📓 - Rowan is demisexual. It's takes him a while to get comfortable with another person, even more so when it comes to romance. Like his twin, he doesn't care what gender you are...it's who you are that matters.

-> He is very protective over his people, though. A very big, protective older brother figure.

-> But when he falls, he crashes. If he catches feelings, that's it. He's done for. There's a tight feeling in his chest, he mistakes for anxiety, and he's a certified fumbler.

📓 - His voice claim is the singer Sawyer Hill! A few of his songs are on Rowan's playlist for a reason!

📓 - He very much wants to be an author when he's older. I definitely share the headcanon that Kyle becomes a professor later on in life, namely English.

-> But I think Rowan puts that to the side when he's a young adult in favor for Ronnie's dreams.

-> It's not something he'll ever bring up to his twin, but Rowan sacrifices a lot of himself for his brother.

-> The whole reason he picked up bass in the first place was FOR Ronnie. The bass is often the instrument that holds the band together, but it takes more of a background role to say, the guitar. Even though he was named after Dio's guitarist.

-> And that idea sort of represents their relationship as a whole. Ronnie relies on Rowan to keep him grounded and put together. While Rowan relies on Ronnie to sometimes take that step into the unknown, to remember to breath.

-> A lot of Rowan's personal story is growing up too fast, and like his brother, finding your own identity in all of it.

-> On a more uplifting side, it's also about accepting that your feelings are valid and depression is a struggle, but you're so very strong for overcoming it. For learning to live with it!

-> Rowan often feels indebted to his brother. For as much as Ronnie thinks he needs Rowan. He feels it to be the other way around.

Hey, once again, thanks for reading this far! I truly adore you, and I'm floored every time I read those kind tags! I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for sticking around! Here's a Playlist for your troubles!

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

original:

[pastelclovds]

thinking about getting the most despicable, diabolical, therapy needing man pregnant.

the burdens of being the strongest being can be so exhausting. he almost wants to quit and settle down with someone who he can trust with his life. but he’s gone through too much and has accomplished so many things to get to where he is. he’s close to abandoning that dream altogether. that is… until he met you.

you were equally as ruthless and powerful. you willingly gave your all to protect him and stumble his enemies. you grew closer to him on a personal level, and soon enough he saw you as worthy enough for his love and to bear your child.

you hissed in both pain and pleasure when he scraped his finger nails against your back as you continued to pound into his used cunt. your mixed releases from previous rounds spilling out against his inner thighs every time you thrusted inside his warm tight walls. his moans raised in pitch every time the tip of your cock hit his special spot.

he begs for you to make him pregnant and to stay with him forever. his arms tighten around your shoulders when you swear that you would stay loyal to him and give him as many children as he wants. you didn’t expect your promises to make him gush slick. you pick up the pace when he cries out that he’s close. you aim to hit directly at his sweet spot harshly, you didn’t think he’d get any louder.

your breathing became harsh when you felt your lower abdomen grow hot, signaling that your orgasm was near. you muffle your moan by biting into your lover’s neck as you bottomed out. filling his overstuffed pussy to the brim, to the point where it started squirting out and dripping down your thighs and his ass.

his thighs that remained wrapped around your waist tighten to an almost dead grip, as if he was afraid of you suddenly pulling out. as if you’d ever do that. your cock remained buried inside his loose cunt until you’ve gotten flaccid. plugging him up with your hot seed. you thought he was finished until he suddenly flipped you onto your back and started furiously bouncing on your hardening cock.

he was determined to milk you dry until you gave him what he always dreamed of. you didn’t complain though, he looked attractive on top of you.

“not enough. i need more. i want your baby.” the way he spoke with unwavering determination would’ve scared anyone. thankfully you always wore red tinted glasses.

arlong, makarov, kenjaku, sukuna, homelander, shigaraki, dabi, muzan, dio, ur fav characters <3

[harrysfolklore]

hi! can i request a little bitch blurb where oscar walks in on them 😂

FIRST LITTLE BITCH BLURB OF THE YEAR!! honestly i could never get tired of writing for them and requests keep coming so, enjoy!

READ LITTLE BITCH HERE

"You're sure Oscar won't be home for hours?" Carlos murmurs against your neck as he presses you into the kitchen counter, his hands sliding under the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him.

"Mhm," you tilt your head to give him better access. "Simulator day at McLaren. He'll be gone until evening."

"Good," his accent thickens as he nips at your pulse point. "Because seeing you in my shirt all morning has been driving me crazy, mi amor."

You smirk, running your hands down his chest. "Oh? Is that why you've been following me around the apartment like a lost puppy?"

"I have not-" he starts to protest, but you cut him off by pulling his shirt over his head.

"Really?" you trace the muscles of his abdomen. "So you didn't deliberately walk into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth? Or need help reaching something in the top cabinet that you can definitely reach yourself?"

Carlos growls low in his throat. "You're teasing me."

"Always," you grin, but it turns into a gasp as he lifts you onto the counter.

"Careful, hermosa," he steps between your legs, hands gripping your thighs. "You know what happens when you tease…"

"Maybe I want to find out," you challenge, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His eyes darken. "Dios mío, the things you do to me…"

"Show me," you whisper against his lips.

He crashes his mouth to yours, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slides up your thigh. You moan as he deepens the kiss, tasting of coffee and something uniquely Carlos.

"Mi amor," he breathes between kisses, "you're wearing too many clothes."

"Even your shirt?" you tease, knowing how much he loves seeing you in his clothes.

"Especially my shirt," he tugs at the hem.

The key turns in the lock of your shared apartment with Oscar, but you're far too distracted by Carlos' lips on your neck to notice.

"MY EYES!" Oscar's voice cracks. "IN THE KITCHEN? REALLY?"

You and Carlos spring apart, but it's too late. Oscar is standing there, one hand dramatically covering his eyes, looking like he's contemplating jumping out the window.

"Oscar!" you squeak, hurriedly adjusting Carlos' shirt that you'd borrowed. "You're… home early."

"This is MY HOME!" Oscar protests, still not looking. "Where I EAT! In THIS KITCHEN!"

Carlos has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed, though you can see him fighting back a smile. "Lo siento, Oscar…"

"Don't 'lo siento' me, mate," Oscar points blindly in Carlos's general direction. "That's my SISTER!"

"We weren't…" you try to explain.

"NO!" Oscar cuts you off. "No explanations. I don't want to know. I will never be able to unsee this. I'm moving out. I'm quitting F1. I'm becoming a hermit in Tasmania."

"You're being dramatic," you roll your eyes.

"DRAMATIC?" Oscar finally uncovers his eyes, immediately regrets it, and covers them again. "Carlos still doesn't have a shirt on!"

Carlos looks down at his bare chest as if just remembering this fact. "Ah, sorry about that…"

"Sorry about- THIS IS A COMMON AREA!" Oscar's voice keeps rising in pitch. "We have RULES!"

"Rules?" Carlos raises an eyebrow at you.

"Rule number one," Oscar recites, "no funny business in common areas. Rule number two, no walking around without clothes. Rule number three…"

"Okay, okay," you interrupt, feeling your face heat up. "We get it. We're sorry."

"I'm telling Lando," Oscar threatens.

"Don't you dare!"

"Oh, I'm daring. I'm traumatized. I need emotional support."

Carlos finally breaks, letting out a laugh. "Come on, Oscar. It's not that bad."

"Not that- mate, you're practically my brother-in-law. I do NOT need to see you trying to devour my sister in our kitchen!"

"Brother-in-law?" you and Carlos say simultaneously, though with very different tones.

Oscar groans. "Oh god, now I've given him ideas. Perfect. This is perfect. I'm calling Mum."

"You will NOT call Mum!" you lunge for his phone.

"Watch me!" he dodges, still keeping one hand over his eyes, which results in him walking straight into the wall.

"Dios mío," Carlos mutters, finally grabbing his shirt from where it had been discarded. "Oscar, I'm dressed now. You can look."

Oscar cautiously peeks through his fingers. "This is going on my therapy bill."

"Add it to the collection," you sigh.

"I will! Right next to 'sending nudes to Carlos' and 'that time in the motorhome when I thought you were going over strategy.'"

"That WAS strategy!" you protest.

"Strategy doesn't involve THAT MUCH SPANISH!"

Carlos is fully laughing now, watching the siblings' exchange with obvious amusement.

"This isn't funny!" Oscar points at him. "You! You're supposed to be the responsible one!"

"Me?" Carlos tries to look innocent. "I'm very responsible."

"Responsible people don't seduce my sister in shared kitchens!"

"To be fair," Carlos grins, "she seduced me."

"NOPE!" Oscar practically runs from the room. "NOPE NOPE NOPE. I'm going to Lando's. Forever. Don't call me. I'll be in therapy."

The door slams behind him, and you can hear him muttering all the way down the hall.

Carlos turns to you, eyes dancing with mischief. "So… brother-in-law, huh?"

"Don't," you warn, but you're fighting a smile.

"Because you know," he steps closer, "that could be arranged…"

"Carlos!"

"I'm just saying," he pulls you back against him, "maybe we should give Oscar a real reason to need therapy…"

From down the hall, Oscar's voice carries: "I FORGOT MY PHONE AND I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!"

You burst out laughing as Carlos quickly steps away again.

"I'm moving out!" Oscar announces as he retrieves his phone. "And YOU," he points at Carlos, "are paying for my therapy!"

"Fair enough," Carlos agrees easily.

Oscar pauses at the door. "And sister?"

"Yes?"

"Next time? Use HIS apartment!"

As the door slams again, Carlos turns to you with a raised eyebrow. "You know… that's not a bad idea…"

"Carlos Sainz!"

"What? I'm being responsible," he grins. "Just like Oscar wanted."

You shake your head, laughing. "You're impossible."

"Impossibly in love," he corrects, then adds more seriously, "though maybe we should get our own place…"

Your heart skips. "Yeah?"

"Sí," he pulls you close again. "Somewhere with a very private kitchen…"

"I heard that!" Oscar's voice comes through the door one final time. "I'm telling Mum!"

This time, you both burst out laughing.

Poor Oscar. Maybe you should start looking at apartments sooner rather than later…

For everyone's sake.

[yourlittlebunnyy]

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[bugwolfsstuff]

SAME HE'S SO INTERESTING BECAUSE I DON'T THINK HE WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS AND I LOVE THINKING ABOUT IT

I love zeus as a character. Not as a person, but I love thinking about his descent and the way he thinks.

[hyruling]

“So you’re… not in love with me?”

“Right, I-I’m not — yeah. Not in love with you.”

“Okay…”

“What’s, uh — how do you feel about that?”

“How do I — honestly, Buck, not great.”

“Yeah you look… I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting you to. Look like that.”

“And how am I supposed to look when my best friend anti-confesses his feelings for me?”

“Is that. I don’t think that’s a word.”

“Jesus, Buck.”

“I don’t know, I mean — d-do you want me to be?”

“…yeah, maybe?”

“Maybe? What does that — you can’t say maybe, you can’t — you can’t say that to me.”

“Why? If you’re not in love with me, why does it matter?”

“Because, I — I mean fuck, why do I have to be in love with you, huh? Because since I broke up with Tommy, everyone just assumes I must be, a-and that’s — it’s — I don’t know.”

“I’m not saying you have to be, but — fuck, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“No, it’s — not gonna come out right, just forget it.”

“I don’t care, tell me.”

“Buck—”

“It’s me, come on. I just confided in you.”

“‘Confided’? You blurted it out of nowhere the second we walked through the door.”

“Well you didn’t see the way Maddie was looking at us tonight.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing. Stop deflecting and tell me.”

“You’re going to think I’m terrible.”

“Eddie, come on. I won’t. I could never think that.”

“Okay. Fine, I just — I don’t even know how to — you’re so good, Buck. And I’ve seen the way you are with people you’re in love with, and I guess I’m just — it’s selfish. But I want you like — like that. With me.”

“Like — what?”

“Like… remembering to get more milk when we run out and I forgot, or putting Chris’ PT appointments and robotics meetings on the calendar. Or getting me that iced latte I never order for myself, just because. Little things, you know, just. Having my back.”

“I — Eddie, I’ve always done those things.”

“I know. And it’s stupid, because you’ve never given me reason to think you’d stop doing any of those things, but if you — when you do fall in love again, you’ll be split between us and whoever you’re with, and I just want — fuck.”

“You want…?”

“I think — I want you all to myself.”

“…”

“Told you it was fucked up.”

“No, Eddie, that’s not — that’s not it, I, um.”

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging now.”

“I think — I mean I know. That I want that too.”

“You want me all to yourself?”

“No — I mean, yes, but. I want to, uh. I want to be — yours.”

“…”

“…”

“And you’re sure you’re not in love with me?”

“I’m, I — Eddie, I can’t. I can’t, unless—”

“Unless? Unless what? Unless I love you back?”

“Eddie—”

“Because I do. I do, Buck.”

“You don’t mean that, I — why are you laughing?”

“Because — Dios. I think we might be stupid.”

“We? I’m being very mature about this.”

“Sure you are, baby.”

“…”

“…too much?”

“No, I — say it again.”

“Which part bud?”

“Don’t be a — stop laughing, you know which part.”

“‘Course I do, sweetheart.”

“God, Eddie—”

“Any others I should try? See if they feel right?”

“No, shut up — stop making fun of me.”

“You’re just so red, it’s cute.”

“They, uh. They do, though. Feel right.”

“Yeah. Feels right on my end too.”

“…”

“Should we… should we see how this feels too?”

“I’ve got a pretty good feeling about it.”

[anderfels]

i hate ichiban kujis so much what do you mean i pay $20 and i come out with a friggin hand towel with anasui's face plastered on it

[lazysoulwriter]

guilty pleasure. - pedro pascal.

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You had a guilty pleasure.

Well, it wasn’t exactly guilty, but you weren’t about to announce it to the world either. You read fanfiction. Specifically, fanfiction about him. Pedro. Your boyfriend. The man who, at this very moment, was in the kitchen making himself a snack, completely unaware that you were consuming questionable content about him on the internet.

It wasn’t your fault. People were creative, and some of them had a talent for capturing that irresistible mix of charm, warmth, and—let’s be honest—daddy energy he exuded. And maybe, just maybe, some of those fics were a little spicy.

You were in the middle of a particularly... intense paragraph when you heard footsteps approaching. Before your brain could catch up, Pedro walked into the room.

You panicked.

With lightning speed, you slammed your laptop shut, as if that alone could erase all evidence of your activities. But the sudden movement caught his attention immediately.

Pedro raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his deep brown eyes. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, voice an octave too high.

“Oh, nothing, huh?” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like he already knew you were hiding something. “That was the most suspicious ‘nothing’ I’ve ever seen.”

You tried to play it cool. “Just... work stuff.”

He scoffed. “Uh-huh. Work stuff that makes you blush like that?”

Damn it. Your cheeks were burning.

He walked over, placing his hands on the back of your chair and leaning down until his face was right beside yours. “Come on, let me see,” he coaxed, voice smooth and teasing.

You shook your head rapidly. “Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

He grinned, lowering his voice into that dangerous tone. “Baby, please?”

Damn him and his irresistible charm.

With a dramatic sigh, you opened the laptop and handed it over. Pedro took one look at the screen and immediately started laughing. Like, full-body, shaking laughter.

“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “You’re reading fanfiction about me?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Just give it back.”

But he wasn’t done. His eyes scanned the words quickly, and then—oh no.

His smirk turned downright wicked.

“Wait, wait—this is a smut fic?” His grin widened as he kept reading. “Oh-ho-ho, this is explicit. Dios mío—is this what you think about when I’m not home?”

“Pedro—”

“Oh, wow. So you want me to do this to you tonight?” He glanced at you with faux innocence, tapping the screen. “Because I can make that happen, sweetheart.”

“Pedro, I swear—”

“Actually,” he mused, rubbing his chin. “This part? Right here? I could do better.”

Your soul left your body. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me.” He handed the laptop back, still smirking. “And apparently, you love reading about all the ways I could absolutely ruin you.”

You buried your face in a pillow as he laughed, obviously enjoying your suffering.

Then, after a moment, he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Just so you know,” he murmured, voice dripping with promise, “you don’t have to read about it. You could always just ask.”

Your breath hitched.

Damn it.

You were never reading fanfiction around him again.

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[magnagaruzenmon]

The Trader

I had Dio help me write this first person story inspired by @lustspren’s flashing light stories

It always surprised me where my business would take me. One day, I was sipping champagne on a yacht in international waters, watching kings and criminals swap secrets. Today, it was somewhere quieter—but no less dangerous.

I pulled into the parking lot of a glitzy, low-lit establishment, the kind that smelled like money, sex, and expensive regret. Stepping out of my car, I barely had time to straighten my jacket before a mountain of a man blocked my path. Tattoos snaked up his arms, and his expression could have made a brick wall flinch.

“You better have good reason for being here,” he said, his English clipped but clear.

I raised my hands, keeping my tone light.

“I do.” I flipped through my notes, just for show. “I’m here to meet Daisuke and Takuya.”

He squinted, suspicious.

“You an American?”

I nodded, smiling easy.

“Born and raised. I specialize in moving rare, exotic, and priceless goods between parties—without involving U.S. dollars. Discreetly.”

He stepped closer, the air thickening between us—until a smooth, commanding voice slid in.

“Leave him alone, Takashi.”

The man stiffened, turning, and I took the opportunity to step around him. That’s when I saw her.

A young woman with striking silver hair and a figure that could make priests reconsider their vows strolled toward me. Her hips swayed lazily, her eyes full of trouble—and the kind of heat you don’t walk away from unscathed.

“You’re not from around here,” she teased, stopping close enough that I caught a hint of vanilla and danger on her skin.

I nodded, my gaze shameless.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I said, not even trying to filter myself.

She smiled, slow and pleased, before turning to Takashi.

“I’ll watch him. Go stand guard for the bosses’ boyfriend,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. Takashi grumbled under his breath but obeyed, casting one last warning look my way.

Without missing a beat, the woman grabbed my wrist—her touch light but deliberate—and pulled me toward the door.

“Name’s Sana,” she said, glancing at me from under thick lashes. “And you, stranger, owe me one.”

Still dazed from the way her hand fit against mine, I managed,

“Danzaborou… but call me Danzo.”

She laughed, a soft, wicked sound that curled around me like smoke.

“Danzo, huh? Cute.” She smiles as she guides me but my eyes are glued to her vile waist and ass. Sana purrs saying,” Take a picture—it’ll last longer,” she teased, catching me staring.

Feeling bolder, I let my gaze sweep her figure again—slow, deliberate.

“What if I want more than a picture?” I said, my voice low. “What’s your price?”

Sana stopped abruptly, forcing me to stop too. She turned, dragging her fingers lightly down my chest, the touch leaving a trail of fire.

“You couldn’t afford me,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper that brushed against my lips.

I leaned in just a little closer, smirking.

“I deal in rare treasures,” I murmured. “I pay well.”

She chuckled darkly, her fingers still lingering on me.

“Oh? In what currency?” she teased, tilting her head. “Dollars? Diamonds? Or maybe something a little more… intimate?”

I arched a brow, loving how she played the game.

“I’m fluent in several forms of payment,” I said, letting my voice dip low. “You just have to name your price.”

Sana laughed, a sound so rich it sent shivers down my spine. She leaned in, her lips a breath away from mine.

“Maybe I’ll let you make me an offer later,” she whispered. “If you impress me.”

She pulled back, her fingers sliding away from my chest way too slowly, before adding with a smirk,

“Finish your business first, Danzo… then meet me upstairs. Second floor. I’ll be waiting.”

She gave me one last, lingering look—like she was already imagining how I might pay up—then turned and disappeared into the dark velvet interior of the club, leaving my pulse hammering in my ears.

Yeah. Business could wait. Sana had just made sure of that.

I nodded as Sana glided away, unable to stop my eyes from following the hypnotic sway of her hips as she ascended the stairs. Her body moved with the kind of effortless confidence that could start wars. Halfway up, she glanced back over her shoulder, locking eyes with me. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, and with a playful flick of her fingers, she gave a little shooing motion.

It snapped me out of my trance, reluctantly reminding me I still had business to handle.

The Weeknd’s “Cry for Me” pulsed through the speakers, the heavy beat thudding in time with my racing pulse as I made my way deeper into the club. The atmosphere inside was thick—dim lights, velvet booths, the faint haze of expensive cigars. Even as I moved toward my goal, I couldn’t help but glance up to the second floor every few steps, where Sana had disappeared like a forbidden promise.

Focus, Danzo. Business first.

I found Takuya and Daisuke posted up at the bar, laughing and sloppily clinking glasses. They looked a few drinks past sober, deep in the kind of rich-boy debauchery only people with too much money and too little responsibility could pull off.

Behind the bar, I spotted someone I hadn’t seen in years—Aeri Uchinaga, though everyone here seemed to know her better as Giselle. She hadn’t changed much: same mischievous eyes, same quick smile. Her gaze landed on me, widening in surprise.

“Danzo?” she gasped, blinking like she wasn’t sure she was seeing right. She leaned over the bar slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I jerked a thumb toward the two businessmen, grinning.

“Work,” I said simply.

Takuya and Daisuke finally noticed me standing there. They spun around on their stools, half-sloshing their drinks.

“Ah, Danzo-san!” Takuya slurred happily, clapping me hard on the back. “Did you bring the item?”

I nodded and reached into my jacket, pulling out a sleek, heavily padded case. I cracked it open just enough for them to see inside.

“Ancient Trojan wine,” I said, my voice low and smooth. “Cultivated and sealed hundreds of years ago. Still fresh. Still potent.”

The two men let out twin shouts of celebration, practically falling over each other in excitement. Their eyes gleamed with the greedy thrill of the rare and forbidden.

Without much ceremony, Daisuke handed me a slim, black leather case in return. I accepted it carefully, my fingers itching with anticipation.

I popped the clasps and opened it just a fraction—enough to see the gleam of the blade inside.

“The Dragon Scale Dagger,” I murmured, awe creeping into my tone. The craftsmanship was exquisite—myth made real.

I tucked the case securely under my arm and gave the men a respectful nod.

“Pleasure doing business.”

Takuya and Daisuke barely acknowledged me, already turning their attention back to Giselle and her co-bartender, hurling slurred pickup lines in broken English and even worse Japanese. Giselle shot me a helpless look over their heads, half-laughing, half-pleading for rescue.

I chuckled under my breath. Some things never changed.

Sliding away from the chaos, I spared one last glance at the dagger case—and then my gaze drifted back up to the second floor.

Sana was waiting.

The thought alone tightened something low in my gut as I crossed the floor toward the stairs. I barely made it halfway before I felt hands—small, sure, and electric—wrap around my waist from behind. Her scent hit me next: warm, sweet, and faintly dangerous. Vanilla and something sharper, like adrenaline.

“Not so fast,” Sana whispered against my ear, her breath a tantalizing brush against my skin. “Let’s take this to the dance floor first.”

Before I could respond, she slid her hand down to my wrist, fingers looping around it with a featherlight grip that somehow felt like a leash. With a playful tug, she pulled me off course, weaving us through the crowd.

The music shifted into something darker, heavier. The bassline thrummed through the floor and straight into my bloodstream.

Sana didn’t give me a chance to find my footing. She spun into me, her back pressing flush against my chest. Without missing a beat, she guided my hands to her hips, her touch lingering on mine, her body molding against me like we’d done this a hundred times before.

Her hips started to move, slow and hypnotic, rolling in time with the music. I felt every curve, every subtle shift of her body, and it took everything I had not to lose myself right then and there. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, her hair brushing my jawline, her fingers trailing up my arms with agonizing slowness.

“You’re tense,” she murmured, voice a velvet tease.

I chuckled low in my throat, tightening my grip on her hips just a little.

“Can you blame me?” I said, my lips dangerously close to the shell of her ear.

She laughed, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight through me. Slowly, she turned in my arms to face me, her body never breaking rhythm. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers tracing the edges of my jacket, before slipping behind my neck and pulling me even closer.

Our bodies moved together, perfectly synced—her curves pressing into every line of me, her mouth hovering just a breath away from mine. It was a dance, but it felt like a negotiation. A dare.

Her eyes, dark and glittering, locked onto mine as she dragged her fingertips lightly along my jaw, a teasing ghost of a touch that made my skin burn.

“You’re good at following instructions,” she said, smirking.

I smirked back, my hands roaming up from her hips to the small of her back, pressing her even closer.

“I’m better at giving them,” I murmured.

For a moment, the air between us crackled—pure, raw tension. I was sure she could feel the heat rolling off me, just like I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.

Then Sana smiled, slow and wicked. She pushed up onto her toes, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth in a kiss that wasn’t really a kiss—just a taste. A threat. A promise.

“Come find me when you’re ready to stop playing,” she whispered.

With that, she slipped away from my grasp, vanishing into the crowd like smoke, leaving me standing there, heart hammering, body burning for more.

And I knew one thing for certain.

I wasn’t leaving this place without her.

⸻

I followed the scent of vanilla and danger, weaving through the pulse of the club. The crowd shifted around me like smoke, neon lights slicing the air in hypnotic flashes.

As I moved, the Kehlani remix by Joran Adentunji spilled from the speakers, setting a thick, sensual tone. My focus narrowed, instincts pulling me forward, until I spotted her again.

When I finally closed the distance, Future’s Brazzier was booming through the speakers, vibrating through the floor. Sana was perched on a plush booth seat, flanked by two other women—both jaw-dropping in their own right. If beauty was currency, they were billionaires.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I approached, hands slipping casually into my pockets.

“Is it something in the water that makes you all gorgeous?” I teased.

Sana and the longer-haired girl exchanged a look, grinning mischievously. Then they said something in rapid-fire Japanese, probably assuming I wouldn’t understand. But I caught it easily.

“See, boss? He’s a charmer.”

The third woman, shorter hair framing her sharp, playful smile, leaned in with a glint in her eye.

“Let’s see if he can cash the check his mouth is writing.”

I smirked, playing along.

“That depends on the price… and what I get in return.”

All three women looked momentarily surprised, except for the short-haired one who just smiled wider, clearly intrigued.

“You’re interesting,” she said, tilting her head as if evaluating a prize.

I shrugged, nonchalant.

“So… what’s the price?”

The short-haired woman straightened her posture, her tone slipping into something more formal.

“I’m Momo,” she said smoothly. “Sana here pulls in roughly 2.5 million a year. If you can give us 5.7 million, she’s yours.”

The number might have staggered a lesser man. And while I had been a little drunk off Sana’s attention, business always had a way of clearing my head like a slap of cold water.

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I’m not in the market to buy her,” I said, voice cool, measured. “I don’t traffic people. I just want access to her time—and maybe some help on jobs. Besides…” I added, giving Sana a look that made her cheeks tint slightly, “you’re definitely lowballing her value. But I digress.”

I slipped a small notepad out of my jacket and scribbled something on it with a flourish. Then I tore the page clean and laid it on the table in front of Momo.

“If you’re serious about doing business,” I said, tapping the address and time I’d written, “meet me there. A week from today. We’ll talk like professionals.”

Momo leaned back, studying me. Then she smiled, slow and shark-like.

“Wait,” she said. “As a token of goodwill… take Sana with you tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes, immediately suspicious.

“What’s the catch?”

The longer-haired girl, her beauty a little more ethereal, leaned forward and rested her chin in her palm. Her smile was pure mischief.

“There’s no catch,” she purred. “Think of Sana as collateral. If we show up at the meeting, negotiations start. If we don’t… she’s yours. Permanently.”

My instincts screamed at me to look deeper, to find the trap hidden under all those sweet smiles. But all I saw were those same knowing, predatory grins.

Still… it wasn’t every day the devil handed you an angel on a silver platter.

I gave a slow, cautious nod.

“Okay.”

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Before I could rethink it, Sana sprang to her feet, her face lighting up like a kid promised candy. She skipped over to me, a little too happy for someone supposedly being handed off like a poker chip.

She looped her arm through mine, her body heat seeping into me, and looked up with a sly smile.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, Danzo.”

I smirked, steadying my heartbeat as she tugged me toward the exit.

As we turned to leave, I caught a flash of movement from the corner of my eye. Momo leaned over to the longer-haired woman—Mina, if my memory served right—and whispered something, just low enough they probably thought I couldn’t hear.

“Let’s see if he passes his test, Mina.”

“Well,” Mina murmured back, amusement lacing her voice, “he’s the first one that Sana brought to us not to kick out… so we’ll see.”

Their laughter was soft, but razor-sharp. They weren’t just handing Sana off to me—they were watching.

The back of my neck prickled. This was a setup. A test, a trap, a game… maybe all three. And the prize? Sana, who was now humming under her breath and pressing her body closer as we pushed through the thick crowd.

Outside, the air was cool and heavy with the scent of rain. The flashing lights of the club faded into a murmur behind us. For a second, it was just the two of us, under the buzzing glow of a streetlamp.

Sana tugged me to a stop and looked up at me, eyes glinting wickedly.

“So… where are you taking me, Mr. Exotic Goods?” she teased, voice low and inviting.

I smiled, slow and dangerous, feeling the weight of invisible eyes still lingering on my back.

“Somewhere we can talk without an audience,” I said, thumbing the keys to my car.

Sana bit her lip, clearly enjoying the game, as she followed me. As we walked, her fingers brushed against my hand—soft, deliberate touches that sparked fire up my arm.

I could tell she was still testing me too.

The real question wasn’t if I passed.

It was how hard they were going to make me fight to win.

I drove us to the villa I was staying at, tucked away in the hills—a quiet place far from the noise of the city. As I parked, Sana stayed close, her presence a constant hum in my senses. Even when I couldn’t see her, the scent of vanilla and danger clung to the air around me like smoke.

“Is this place yours?” she asked, her voice curious but still edged with that ever-present flirtation.

I nodded, unlocking the door. She stepped inside and twirled slowly, taking in the rustic, warm interior—soft leather furniture, wood accents, and a fire quietly crackling in the hearth.

“Huh. Cozy. Warm.” She grinned. “Not what I usually expect from someone who does… whatever it is you do. Business tycoons usually go for cold, sterile, and soulless.”

I turned to her, amused.

“I’m not a business tycoon.”

That’s when I registered her outfit—and damn near forgot what I was saying.

At some point, she had changed. Now she wore a fiery red crop top that hugged her like a second skin and black pants that clung lovingly to every curve. She caught me staring and smiled, slow and wicked.

“Oh, I know you’re not a business tycoon.” She sauntered closer, hips swaying in a lazy, devastating rhythm. “You’re way more interesting. So, tell me, Mr. Mystery—what’s your story?”

Without waiting for an invitation, she straddled my lap, settling in like she belonged there. Her body was a delicious heat against mine, and her gaze pinned me down harder than any weight could.

I cleared my throat, forcing my brain to function.

“I was a stock trader once. Made a killing, lost a fortune when the market crashed. Got disillusioned. Switched to museum curation for a while… which led to my first few ‘trades.’” I smiled at the memory. “A T. rex skull here for a priceless painting there. Found out I was good at moving rare things. Better than sitting behind a desk, anyway. So I quit, and here we are.”

Sana’s fingers found mine, her hands small but strong as she laced them together.

“So you’re simple after all,” she said with a soft, approving smile. “I like simple.”

Her thumb brushed over my knuckles—barely a touch, but it shot straight to my gut.

“Tell me,” she purred, voice turning to silk, “what’s the craziest trade you’ve ever made?”

I laughed, feeling the tension between us thicken.

“Traded a Bad Dragon toy for an A-5 bull and cow.”

Sana’s eyes widened, then a deep, smoky laugh slipped from her throat.

“Well… that’s certainly a trade.” Her voice dropped an octave, thick with seduction now, every syllable wrapping around me like velvet.

Her gaze flicked up to meet mine, smoldering, daring me.

“So out of the whole club… why me?”

She leaned in, so close I could feel her breath ghosting across my lips. Her eyes burned with a heat that could’ve melted steel beams.

I didn’t hesitate.

“I like pretty things. And you, darling…” I trailed my fingers up her arm slowly, savoring the way her skin shivered under my touch. “You’re a very, very pretty thing.”

For a moment, her expression cracked—something sweet flickered in her smile. She slipped off my lap with a graceful twirl, laughing, the sound light and melodic, teasing but not cruel.

“You’re sweet,” she said, licking her bottom lip playfully. “I wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

Before I could react, she began to dance. No music yet—just the sound of the fire and the steady thud of my heart. She moved with practiced grace, every sway of her hips and tilt of her head a deliberate temptation.

“Put on your sexiest playlist,” she called over her shoulder, tossing me a mischievous glance.

I shrugged, playing along, and cued it up.

The first few notes of Bandit by Don Toliver drifted through the villa’s sound system. The beat was slow, hypnotic, predatory.

Sana swayed to the rhythm like it lived in her bloodstream, her movements a dangerous cocktail of raw sensuality and teasing playfulness. Her fingers trailed along the hem of her crop top, flashing slivers of skin. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me to move, to break, to do anything but sit and watch.

And God, did I want to do more than watch.

She was the most intoxicating thing I had ever seen—and the most dangerous.

She smiled as she neared me. “I’m yours for the next few days what do you want to do with me?”

I groan as she straddles me and I say, “I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you. Damn it I want all of you,”

Sana smiled as she finally said, “then take me. I groan with unbearable arousal as she kisses me. She tastes sweet as she grinds her hips into my surging cock. It strains against my pants as Sana slides up and down my length whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

“I can’t fuck you yet but I can still give you some relief. Sana says as she moves down. She opens my pants slowly tortuously so she smiles as she lifts her top over her head and shoulders. She smiles seductively as her bare breasts bounce freely. She leans in close before giving my cock several slow arousing and tortuous kisses. I groan as she kisses all over my length. Her breath hot and so sexy. As she takes a break from kissing she smiles as she looks up at me,

“Did you fall in love with me yet,” she asks innocently as she her seductive side takes a back seat to her bubbly side. It’s then I notice her big brown eyes staring at me with the an innocent look of intrigue like she wasn’t gonna make me blow any second, without a word she starts stroking me while looking up at me expectantly,

“Are you gonna answer,” she asks and before can think my cock explodes all over her face. She giggles happily as my balls expel themselves all over her face and chest. The vixen returns as she says, “guess I got my answer.” Before leaving to go shower.

Despite the small respite I’m still hard for her. I now know I need her more than ever. So I make some calls.

After Sana’s shower The villa was quiet, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace. Outside, the world had gone still, the ocean waves a distant hum against the night air. Inside, the atmosphere was soft, warm—almost too perfect for two people who were supposed to be on opposite sides of a deal.

Sana sat curled up on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, nursing a mug of hot cocoa I had thrown together from whatever the villa’s kitchen had. She wore one of my old shirts, slightly too big on her—it was grey with a familiar, bold print across the chest. A silver wolf’s head gleamed against the fabric.

I smirked as I settled into the armchair across from her.

“You know that’s a Gaosilver shirt, right?” I teased.

She looked down at herself, then back at me with a sheepish little grin.

“Yeah,” she said casually, but I could see the slight blush creeping into her cheeks. “I kinda…borrowed it. It’s comfy.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“Figures you’d steal that one.”

Sana sipped her cocoa, then tucked the mug against her chest, clearly debating something. After a long moment, she gave a little shrug and said, almost too quickly,

“I used to love Super Sentai as a kid.”

I blinked, surprised—and then grinned wide.

“Oh, now you have to elaborate,” I said, leaning forward, absolutely delighted.

She pouted dramatically, hiding her face behind the mug.

“Nooo, you’ll make fun of me.”

“Too late for that,” I said, laughing. “Come on, spill it.”

She sighed in defeat, her cheeks turning pinker.

“Fine. When I was little, I used to do all the poses. Like… religiously. I even made my own team. I was always the silver ranger. Obviously.”

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing, the image of a tiny, fierce Sana striking Super Sentai poses way too much for me.

“You’re killing me,” I said between laughs. “You? Little Sana doing ‘heroic poses’ in the mirror?”

She grinned, unabashed now.

“Yeah. Full commitment, too. Like, shouting the names and everything. ‘Silver Breaker Attack!’” she said, striking a very dramatic pose from the couch.

I clutched my sides.

“That’s amazing. God, I thought I was the only one still into that stuff.”

She perked up instantly, her bubbly side shining through even more.

“Wait, you still like Super Sentai?”

“Of course I do,” I said, grinning. “GaoSilver was the coolest. Stoic loner with a wolf spirit? Peak character design.”

Sana laughed brightly, wiggling her fingers at the logo on her shirt.

“Guess fate decided I was destined to wear this then.”

The moment felt easy, natural. Like two old friends swapping memories instead of two strangers who met only a night ago.

Eventually, Sana stretched her arms above her head, the shirt riding up slightly, revealing just a hint of skin before she let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“This has been…nice,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” I agreed, voice low. “It really has.”

She looked over at me with a lazy, warm smile, the firelight making her eyes shimmer. Then, without a word, she scooted closer and curled up against the armrest of the couch, hugging one of the throw pillows to her chest.

I got up and fetched a blanket, tossing it over her gently. She murmured a sleepy thanks, already half-dozing, her hair fanning out like a halo against the pillow.

I paused, watching her for a moment. It was strange seeing her like this—unguarded, relaxed, vulnerable.

Bubbly, bright, real.

I quietly turned off the last of the lights, leaving only the soft flicker of the fire, and headed to my own room. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.

Later, lying in bed, I stared up at the ceiling, the room dim and quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire still going in the living room.

I tried to close my eyes, tried to think about my upcoming trip, the negotiations, the deal I’d set up with Momo and Mina—but instead, all I could see was Sana on the couch, grinning like a kid, striking that ridiculously adorable “Silver Breaker Attack” pose.

I huffed out a quiet laugh, running a hand over my face.

God, she’s dangerous in more ways than one.

It wasn’t just her looks or her charm—it was this side of her too. The real side. The side she probably didn’t show often, if ever.

I turned onto my side, burying my face in the pillow. The scent of vanilla and something a little wilder lingered faintly in the air, wrapping around me like a memory.

Silver Breaker Attack, I thought again, and smiled before finally letting sleep pull me under.

Somehow, I had a feeling the morning was going to be just as interesting.

The smell of sizzling eggs and toasted bread filled the kitchen. Morning sunlight spilled lazily through the villa’s windows, casting long, golden beams across the counter where I worked. Sana sat at the island, her hair tousled from sleep, wearing one of my shirts that hung loose on her small frame.

She watched me with half-lidded eyes, legs swinging lazily as she leaned her chin in her hands, the very picture of casual, adorable mischief.

“You’re full of surprises, Danzo,” she said, smiling as she absently traced circles on the marble countertop. “Didn’t peg you for the domestic type.”

I smirked over my shoulder.

“Everyone’s gotta eat.”

I slid two plates onto the counter—eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. Simple, hearty. Sana immediately perked up, scooting closer with a small, eager hum that made her sound less like a dangerous siren and more like a happy kitten.

She wasted no time digging in, taking a bite of toast and letting out a small, satisfied moan.

“Oh my god, this is so good,” she said between bites, her eyes lighting up. “Where have you been hiding these skills, Danzo?”

I just shrugged, grabbing my own plate and leaning against the counter.

As she picked at her eggs, Sana looked up at me with a mischievous glint.

“So… how much would it cost to make you my house husband?”

I almost dropped my fork. I shot her a smirk and fired back without missing a beat,

“You couldn’t afford me.”

Sana burst out laughing, a bright, melodic sound that filled the entire room and made the morning feel even lighter. She covered her mouth, still giggling, her eyes crinkling with genuine joy.

“Cocky and a good cook,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re dangerous, Danzo.”

“You’re one to talk,” I said, grinning.

After a few more bites, Sana leaned back, clearly enjoying the moment. The way she looked at me now—comfortable, warm—was different than last night’s teasing seductress. She looked like a real person, someone who felt at ease, someone who trusted me, even if just a little.

Then, as if remembering something, she set her fork down and asked casually,

“So… why’d you really want the Dragon Scale Dagger?”

I wiped my mouth with a napkin, then leaned back against the counter.

“It’s not for me. A martial arts teacher named Mikoto wants it. He made it the price of admission, so to speak.”

Sana tilted her head, curious.

“Admission?”

I nodded.

“He created a martial art called Abare—it’s an offshoot of Muay Thai that is almost all offensive. No blocks, no evasion. All momentum, all instinct. He said if I brought him the Dragon Scale Dagger, he’d train me. No dagger, no lessons.”

Sana’s fork paused halfway to her mouth as the pieces clicked into place.

“Ohhh,” she said slowly, a sly little grin creeping across her face. “And you’re flying back to Japan in a few days…”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then grinned even wider.

“Which means… you’ll do my trade the day before you go meet your scary martial arts sensei.”

I chuckled, setting my plate down.

“That’s the plan.”

Satisfied, Sana leaned back in her chair again, the soft, bubbly side of her coming out even more. She kicked her legs lightly, humming a little tune as she finished off her eggs, clearly savoring both the food and the easy, peaceful morning.

Curious, I leaned in and asked,

“So how does someone like you end up dancing for Mina’s club anyway?”

Sana blinked, then grinned, setting her fork down with a little clink.

“That obvious, huh?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re too… dangerous to be a regular employee.”

She laughed softly, the sound bright and genuine.

“Well, Mina found me first. I used to dance just for fun—street shows, little performances. I loved the way it made me feel. Free, powerful, seen. Mina saw one of my shows, liked my style, and offered me a job. Said I could make real money doing what I already loved.”

She shrugged, a soft, almost wistful look passing over her face.

“At first, I said no. I thought clubs were just… sketchy. But Mina’s different. She and Momo run the place tight. Safe, classy, exclusive. No creeps. No chaos. They needed someone who could dance and handle herself if things ever got ugly. So they trained me.”

I nodded slowly, watching her. It made sense now. The way she moved—like a weapon disguised as a work of art.

Sana tilted her head at me, playful again.

“And now? I get to dance, be free, and sometimes… test people like you.”

I smirked.

“Lucky me.”

She giggled again, and this time it was even softer, sweeter. She leaned her cheek into her palm, watching me with a sleepy, content smile.

“Very lucky,” she murmured. “And you make a mean breakfast too. Guess I’m keeping you.”

“Again—” I pointed at her with my fork—“you can’t afford me.”

Another peal of laughter escaped her, and for a second the whole villa felt lighter, more alive.

We spent the rest of the day curled up together, switching between different anime: Spy x Family, Oresuki, and a little bit of Bleach. It was easy. Peaceful in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

It also made me painfully aware of how lonely I’d been.

Sana, when she wasn’t lust and temptation personified, was sweet. Genuinely sweet—with a wicked, playful sense of humor that could leave me laughing until my stomach hurt.

I found myself shocked at how naturally time slipped by with her. So naturally that somewhere between Anya’s antics and Sakurako’s schemes, I caught myself daydreaming: Me, her, a little house, a couple of kids. Me cooking breakfast in an apron while she worked as a model or something equally glamorous.

It was a dangerous thought. But it also felt… oddly comforting.

Eventually, somewhere deep into the Bleach rewatch, Sana flopped onto her side with a dramatic groan.

“Okay, I’m bored of Ichigo and his never-ending yelling,” she said. “Do you have any Sentai stuff?”

I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Nope. All my weeb hoard is at my Japan house. But we could watch Red Ranger Is an Adventurer in Another World if you want.”

Sana lit up immediately. “Wait, you have a house in Japan? How’d you swing that?”

I chuckled and stretched my arms behind my head. “An older ‘retired’ Yakuza boss wanted a rare, ridiculously expensive doll for his daughter. I got it for him. In return, he found me a fixer-upper house for my troubles. After i got the keys I found a few talented contractors who needed the experience, and since then I’ve sent them enough referrals to pay them back fifteen times over.”

Sana blinked at me, a slow smile forming. “All that interaction… and yet you seem like such an introvert.”

She leaned in, brushing her fingers against my cheek.

It wasn’t a seductive touch—it was yearning, almost reverent—and it made my chest tighten painfully.

I swallowed. “I am an introvert,” I said, voice a little rough. “But I’ve made connections by liking pretty things… and getting pretty things for others.”

Our faces were close now. Too close. Our foreheads brushed, and I found myself drowning in her warm, dark eyes.

For once, she wasn’t teasing or trying to seduce me. She was just Sana—young, vulnerable, and heartbreakingly sincere.

“I think I like you,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over my lips.

I chuckled lowly, heart thundering. “I think I like you more.”

Sana’s blush deepened, but she smiled—a soft, real smile that made my stomach flip.

Then, with a mischievous twinkle, she pulled back just slightly and said, “Okay, you passed my test. Now I’m gonna give you the cheat sheet for Momo’s and Mina’s.”

The tender moment shifted into something lighter, safer—but the feeling lingered, sinking hooks deeper into my ribs.

And somehow, I didn’t mind at all.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and walked back into the living room, where Sana was waiting on the couch. She had her arms crossed, a playful little smile tugging at her lips.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?” she teased as I sat back down beside her.

I raised an eyebrow. “You overheard?”

Sana nodded, looking way too proud of herself. “Maybe a little. Silver kitsune, huh?”

I smiled, not even bothering to deny it. “Maybe.”

Sana’s cheeks flushed the lightest pink, her eyes shining as she scooted closer to me, tucking her legs under herself like a content cat. She leaned her head against my shoulder, comfortable and warm.

“You’re gonna pass the test, you know,” she said softly, her voice almost giddy. “Momo and Mina are gonna be so annoyed that they actually like you.”

I chuckled, wrapping an arm loosely around her. “Good. I like being liked.”

We sat there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet. Then, almost shyly, Sana said, “You know… we’re probably only even considering your offer because things have been changing lately.”

I looked down at her, curious. “What do you mean?”

Sana sighed and picked at the hem of the silver Gaosilver shirt she was still wearing—my shirt—before answering.

“A lot of the old clientele—the ones who used to fall head over heels for me, Momo, and Mina—they’re moving on. Getting older, finding wives, starting families… And the new crowd wants younger girls. Fresh faces. It’s just business but…” She trailed off and gave a small shrug. “It’s the only reason Momo and Mina are even willing to talk about deals like yours.”

I snorted and shook my head. “IDanzots.”

Sana blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

I leaned in, tapping her lightly on the nose. “They’re undervaluing you. Badly.”

She blinked again, looking genuinely surprised, like no one had ever said that to her before.

“You’re not just pretty,” I said. “You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re sharper than half the people in any room you walk into. You have a smile that could stop a war, a brain that could run a kingdom, and a heart big enough to scare most people. You’re priceless, Sana. And if they can’t see that, that’s their loss.”

For a moment she just stared at me, her mouth slightly open in shock. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the brightest, most radiant smile spread across her face. She lit up like a sunrise, cheeks going pink and eyes sparkling.

Without warning, she practically launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest.

“You’re mean,” she mumbled into my shirt, voice muffled but giddy.

I laughed and hugged her back, feeling her shake with barely suppressed giggles.

“Mean?” I teased. “I just told you the truth.”

“You’re not allowed to make me this happy this fast!” she said, pulling back just enough to glare at me, her eyes still laughing. “It’s cheating!”

I grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Get used to it.”

Sana’s lips curled into a wickedly sweet smile. “Fine. But if you’re gonna spoil me, I’m gonna be very demanding.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said, meaning every word.

She beamed and snuggled back against me, more comfortable and herself than I’d ever seen her.

It was dangerously easy to imagine doing this every day—and honestly, I wouldn’t mind at all.

Later that night, after Sana had finally drifted off during another episode of Red Ranger Is an Adventurer in Another World, I gently carried her to the guest room. I tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable before heading to my own room.

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the kind of contentment I hadn’t known in years. Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it was deep and dreamless… until a soft knock tapped against my door.

I blinked awake, groggy.

“Danzo?” came Sana’s voice, barely louder than a whisper.

I sat up, concerned. “Come in.”

The door creaked open and Sana stood there in one of my oversized T-shirts, looking small and vulnerable in the low light. Her silver hair was a little messy, and she was hugging a pillow to her chest like a shield.

“Can I sleep with you?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I… had a nightmare.”

Without hesitating, I pulled back the covers and motioned for her to come in. She padded over quickly and climbed into the bed, curling up beside me like she belonged there. I draped an arm around her shoulders, and she let out a breath, some of the tension leaving her body as she tucked herself against me.

We lay there for a while in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around us. Just as I was about to drift off again, Sana’s voice, soft and serious, broke through the dark.

“Danzo… would you be willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” she whispered, almost as if she was scared of the answer.

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I shifted so I could see her better, even in the dim light. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable, searching mine for something—hope, maybe.

I smiled faintly and answered her question with one of my own, my voice low and steady.

“Would you be willing to spend the rest of your life with me?”

Sana’s eyes glistened, and she gave a small, almost shy nod. A genuine, beautiful smile blossomed across her face, and she whispered back, “Yeah… I think I would.”

I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling her melt against me.

“Then it’s a deal,” I murmured.

She gave a sleepy giggle and snuggled even closer, her breathing evening out as she finally began to relax. I held her close, the warmth of her presence lulling me into the kind of peaceful sleep I hadn’t known in a very, very long time. I didn’t dream of anything else but her.

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred awake to the feeling of something warm and soft pressed against me. Opening my eyes, I found Sana tangled up with me, her leg thrown over my waist, her head tucked beneath my chin.

For a moment, I just lay there, feeling her breathing slowly against my chest. It was almost too perfect. I shifted slightly, and Sana let out a sleepy noise, tightening her hold on me like a stubborn cat.

I chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

“Morning,” I murmured.

“Five more minutes,” Sana mumbled, refusing to let go.

I smiled, indulging her, and we stayed like that a little longer before finally untangling ourselves and getting up. The morning was lazy and sweet, filled with easy smiles and stolen touches. It felt natural, like we had done it a thousand times before.

A few hours later, we boarded a sleek private jet that gleamed under the morning sun. As we ascended into the clouds, Sana marveled at the luxury around her.

“This is… really nice,” she said, settling into a plush leather seat.

I nodded and smiled. “Courtesy of Sal.”

Sana blinked. “Who’s Sal?”

“One of my old contacts,” I explained. “He used to run logistics before things got bad in his country. I helped smuggle his family out when the fighting started. In return, he told me that anytime I needed travel, he’d take care of it. He keeps his word.”

Sana turned toward me fully, curiosity lighting up her face. “Okay, I have to ask… how old are you?”

I smirked slightly, stretching my legs out. “I’m a year and two months younger than you.”

Sana stared at me like I had grown a second head. “How the hell have you lived this crazy life already?!”

I laughed, leaning back in my seat. “Let’s just say life gave me a fast track. I got tossed into a lot of dangerous places early… but I learned how to survive and make it work. Made a few friends, a few enemies… and somehow, I’m still standing.”

Sana shook her head in disbelief but smiled warmly. “You’re something else, Danzo.”

The hum of the plane was soothing, and after a while, the adrenaline of the past few days finally caught up with me. My eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, I had slumped sideways onto Sana.

She let out a soft surprised sound but quickly adjusted, letting my head rest in her lap. She brushed her fingers gently through my hair, careful not to wake me as I drifted off.

As I fell deeper into sleep, barely conscious, I heard her whisper,

“Rest well, Danzo.”

There was a tenderness in her voice that wrapped around me like a warm blanket, pulling me into dreams filled not with chaos or deals gone wrong—but with silver-haired girls laughing in the sunlight.

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I woke up groggy, feeling the plane wheels bump against the tarmac. We had landed in Japan. It was a crisp spring morning, but there was still a lingering winter chill in the air. As we stepped off the jet, I noticed Sana shivering in her hoodie and sweats. Without a word, I shrugged off my Gosei 13 jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She blinked up at me, surprised but smiling warmly as she pulled the oversized jacket tighter around herself.

“Thanks, Danzo,” she said softly, her voice muffled against the collar.

We headed toward the taxi queue, the cold biting through even my clothes. As we approached the cab, I turned to Sana and asked casually, “Hey, mind covering the fare? I’ll pay you back once we get to my place.”

Sana shot me a look, raising a playful eyebrow. “How do you survive without carrying cash? You don’t even use it at all, do you?”

I chuckled. “I have my ways.”

Sana smirked but didn’t press further. She handed the driver the yen and slipped into the cab, punching in my address.

Settling into the backseat, she turned to me, grinning mischievously. “Okay then. Actually, I want a really nice dinner later.”

I glanced at her, surprised. “Is that a trade?”

Sana smiled sweetly. “I’ve been watching you. Bartering is really cool.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, and the ride to my house passed easily, full of teasing comments and soft touches.

When we finally arrived at my place—a renovated modern home tucked in a quiet neighborhood—we crashed again, both of us knocked out from the travel. A few hours later, as I stretched and sat up, I nudged her gently.

“Alright. We need to get my girl some proper clothes.”

Sana opened one eye, smirking. “Excuse me? ‘My girl?’” she teased.

I sighed, realizing what I had said. “Freudian slip. My apologies.”

Sana, still half-asleep, just laughed and linked her fingers with mine. “Too late. I am your girl now,” she said, a playful but serious note in her voice.

Grinning, I pulled her to her feet and grabbed the keys to my car—a sleek, customized Nissan Skyline. A trade deal from a Nissan executive and collector: I had gotten him a rare Lamborghini in exchange for this beauty. That Lamborghini? I got it by trading half of a meteorite I had found years ago. A story for another time.

We drove through the narrow streets of the city until we reached a stylish boutique tucked between a coffee shop and a bookstore. The sign read Izumi Atelier in crisp silver letters.

As we entered, a small bell jingled, and a sharp-looking woman in her early thirties looked up from her sketchpad. Izumi wore a tailored vest over a flowing blouse, her sharp bob haircut giving her a chic edge.

“Danzooo~,” she called out, standing up. “And this must be the girl you finally decided was worth introducing to me?”

Sana blushed a little as Izumi walked over, her professional gaze immediately scanning Sana up and down.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Izumi said brightly, taking Sana’s hand. “Let’s get you measured up properly.” She shot Danzo a wink over her shoulder. “It’s about time he brought someone into my shop. He must really like you.”

Sana giggled as she was led into the back, but they didn’t bother keeping their voices down. I leaned against a wall near the entrance, pretending not to listen… and failing.

“You know,” Izumi said to Sana as she pulled out a measuring tape, “Danzo’s the reason I’m even still here. Before he helped me, I was struggling to find clients. Thanks to him, my shop is thriving. I get steady work designing for Black Japanese and foreign clients who can’t find clothes that fit properly.”

“Seriously?” Sana asked, clearly impressed.

“Mmhmm,” Izumi confirmed. “He’s a troublemaker, but he’s also the most loyal guy you’ll ever meet. You found a good one, Sana-chan.”

I heard Sana laugh, a warm, musical sound that filled the shop.

After taking her measurements, Izumi emerged with an armful of outfits, all featuring silver in some way—subtle trims, statement accessories, and some full pieces that shimmered with understated elegance. Sana tried on a few, each one fitting her like a dream.

Finally, Izumi pulled out something special: a stunning silver jacket embroidered with a delicate kitsune motif along the back, the fox’s tails swirling in silver threads.

Sana gasped softly at the sight, reaching out to trace the embroidery with her fingers.

Izumi smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper something to Sana that I couldn’t quite hear from where I stood. Sana nodded seriously, then looked back at me, her cheeks flushed with excitement and maybe a little shyness.

I raised an eyebrow at them, but Izumi just smirked and Sana quickly hid the jacket behind her back like a kid hiding a birthday present. Izumi sighed and responded

“It’s not finished yet Sana-Chan,” Sana blinked then giggled before handing Izumi the jacket back then getting changed into a silver sweater

After a few hours of shopping and exploring, Sana and I finally headed back home, bags of new clothes in tow. Izumi had insisted on bundling Sana up with more outfits than we planned, muttering something about “not letting a precious fox go unadorned.”

As I unlocked the front door, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw Sakura calling. I answered immediately.

“Yo, Danzo-kun!” Sakura’s cheerful voice rang out. “You back in Japan?”

“Yeah, just got in,” I replied, setting the bags down.

“Perfect. I’m hosting a countryside dinner tonight. Very small, private. You and your girl should come. I want you to meet some of my new stars.”

I chuckled. “Hard to say no when you’re offering food.”

“Good. I’ll text you the address. See you tonight!” She hung up before I could respond.

I turned to Sana, who was pulling a new silver-accented hoodie from one of the bags. “Change of plans. Dinner invitation. One of my friends owns a club like Momo and Mina’s.”

Sana’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Another club? Sounds fun.”

“Different vibe, though. Sakura’s place is more countryside lounge than city high-life.”

Later that evening, we drove out of the city, the high-rises giving way to rolling fields and traditional-style homes. The countryside was peaceful, the air crisp and clean compared to Tokyo’s heavy buzz.

We arrived at a large, modernized country house where Sakura’s dinner party was already underway. Inside, everything was warm wood, cozy lighting, and the hum of soft jazz. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air.

Sakura, dressed in a flowy white dress with gold jewelry, greeted us at the door, pulling me into a quick hug before turning to Sana.

“So you’re the girl Danzo finally brought home,” Sakura teased, grinning. “You’re even cuter than he said.”

Sana blushed, ducking her head shyly.

“Come on in. There’s some people you need to meet.”

She led us into a sitting area where two young women sat laughing over glasses of wine.

“This is Tsuki,” Sakura said, nodding to a petite girl with sharp features, silvery-purple hair, and an infectious smile. “And Sullyoon,” she added, indicating the other girl, tall, graceful, with warm hazel eyes and long flowing hair.

Sana’s face lit up immediately when she heard Tsuki’s accent as the girl chirped, “It’s been forever since I’ve heard someone speak real Kansai-ben!”

“Osaka?” Sana asked, smiling.

Tsuki nodded, and just like that, the two girls clicked. Sana quickly pulled Sullyoon into the conversation too, naturally bridging any gaps between them.

Before long, the three of them were talking animatedly, and Sana had taken it upon herself to start teaching them tricks of the trade. I leaned back, sipping a drink as I watched her slip easily into a teacher’s role, laughing and teasing.

“You have to learn how to spot the salacious ones,” Sana said, grinning devilishly. “Young business guys? Easy money. You act impressed by the watch, compliment the suit, and make them feel invincible without actually committing to anything. Always just out of reach.”

Tsuki and Sullyoon leaned in, hanging onto her every word.

I couldn’t help but laugh and called over, “Is that how you saw me, Sana? Just another scrappy businessman to fleece?”

Sana turned, smirking. “You’re not a business tycoon, so no.”

The room laughed, but I caught the flicker of realization in her eyes. She glanced at me more carefully now, seeing not just the man she teased but something else. Her voice trailed off a bit as she looked back at Tsuki and Sullyoon.

That moment hung heavy for a beat before she returned her focus to the girls. But I saw it—the way her fingers fidgeted slightly, the way she avoided my gaze for just a second longer than normal.

Later, as the girls got up to grab dessert, Sana moved closer to me. Her voice was soft, almost incredulous.

“You were never here just to trade favors, were you?” she murmured, mostly to herself.

I said nothing, letting the silence fill the space between us.

“You were planning to facilitate the trade… the building of both clubs. That was going to be your payment for me, wasn’t it?”

I still said nothing, just watching her.

Her breath hitched slightly, not in fear but in awe. She laughed quietly, shaking her head.

“You’re not like the businessmen I’ve danced for, seduced, or conned,” she said, voice low. “You’re not loud or greedy or arrogant. You’re… subtle. Dangerous.”

I leaned in, my smile easy. “Takes one to know one.”

Sana shivered—not from fear, but from something far more thrilling—and slipped her hand into mine, squeezing it tightly.

She wasn’t scared. She was excited.

⸻

As the night carried on, more of Sakura’s friends and staff trickled into the gathering, making the cozy countryside house feel alive. Laughter and conversation flowed easily.

At some point, I felt a gentle tug on my jacket. It was Rei, an old contact of mine, who ran one of the most beautiful plant nurseries on the outskirts of Kyoto.

“Danzo,” Rei said warmly, her hands still dusted with soil. “You still looking for a bonsai? I finally got four rare ones in stock. They’re perfect specimens.”

My eyes lit up. “You’re kidding. I’ve been waiting for you to find the right ones for months.”

“I know, I know.” Rei smiled, brushing her hair back. “They’re worth the wait. Thought I’d offer them to you first before listing them for the public.”

Before I could respond, Sana, who had wandered over beside me, piped up. “Mina and Momo have actually been looking for bonsai trees for the club. They think it’ll class up the VIP sections.”

I gave her a sideways glance, impressed. Always thinking ahead.

I turned back to Rei. “Mind setting two aside for me?”

Rei grinned. “Anything for you, Danzo. I’ll mark them as reserved.” She gave Sana a little wink. “You’ve got a good one here, by the way. Rare species, like my bonsai.”

Sana blushed, hiding her smile behind her sleeve.

⸻

After dinner, while Tsuki and Sullyoon were still hanging off Sana’s every word, trying to absorb all the tricks and tips she was giving them about working the floor, I slipped away with Sakura to the back porch for a quick breather.

The night air was cool and smelled faintly of pine. Sakura handed me a drink and leaned against the railing, watching the scene inside through the window.

“You’re so smitten, it’s disgusting,” Sakura teased, nudging me with her elbow.

I snorted. “Says the woman who cried over her last bartender.”

“That was different. He was perfect.” She waved it off dramatically before turning back to me, grinning slyly. “But seriously… you’ve never brought a girl into my world before. Not to Rei, not to Izumi, not here.”

I shrugged, pretending to be casual. “She fits.”

Sakura’s grin widened. “She fits, huh? Man, you’re already done for.”

I didn’t argue. Inside, I watched as Sana—her face animated, her hands moving as she demonstrated some cheeky trick to Tsuki and Sullyoon—seamlessly blended into the room like she belonged there.

“She’s training half my staff already, you realize,” Sakura said, amused. “At this rate, she’s gonna be running the place next time you visit.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” I said easily.

Sakura shook her head, laughing under her breath. “Dangerous woman for a dangerous man. You better be ready, Danzo-kun.”

I just smiled, taking a slow sip of my drink as I watched Sana toss her head back in laughter, shining like silver under the warm lights.

Maybe I was done for. And maybe, for once, I didn’t mind at all.

Later that evening, after the dinner had settled into a quieter lull, I leaned back on the couch, watching Sana from across the room. She was laughing with Tsuki and Sullyoon, completely at ease, her face glowing with that infectious warmth she had.

It wasn’t long before Sullyoon, with her soft features and quiet demeanor, approached me with Tsuki, who was the more energetic of the two. They stood there, eyes flickering between each other before Tsuki spoke up.

“Danzo,” she said hesitantly, her voice a little shy. “We were wondering… What does Sana like? You know, for a gift.”

Sullyoon bounced on her heels, her expression eager. “Yeah! She’s been amazing with helping us out tonight, and we want to do something nice for her. Maybe we can get her something that she really wants?”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips. “You two planning to surprise her?”

Tsuki nodded, her cheeks turning a light pink. “She’s so kind to us, and we thought it would be good to show our appreciation.”

I leaned forward, tapping my fingers against the armrest thoughtfully. “Well, she’s a woman of subtle tastes,” I said with a grin. “But she likes things with a little bit of flair. Jewelry, shiny things—she’s got this thing for silver, actually.”

Sullyoon’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly. “Ooh, silver! We can work with that!” She turned to Tsuki, who was already mentally running through a list of places.

“But there’s something else,” I added. “She appreciates meaningful gifts, things that feel personal. Something that reminds her of her roots… maybe something with a bit of story behind it.”

Tsuki’s eyes softened as she nodded. “That’s perfect. Thank you, Danzo.”

Sullyoon gave me a playful look. “You know, I think it’s really cute how protective you are of her.”

I shrugged, not about to show too much. “She’s… worth protecting.”

Sullyoon giggled, nudging Tsuki. “Aw, look at you. A little love-struck, huh?”

I shot them a look, and they both giggled, rushing back to their seats before they could get me to say anything else.

Sana was still in the middle of a conversation, but I caught her eye. She smiled at me, and I smiled back

After Dinner we headed back to my place where Sana changed my Gao silver shirt again,

“I’m not getting that back am I?” I asked hopeful. Sana smiled cutely and said

“Not a chance,”

“Oh surely you must have a price,” Sana chuckled and said,

“You can’t afford it,”

The next day, Momo and Mina arrived at Sakura’s club, and we all gathered around a sleek, polished table in the VIP section. Sana had stayed at my place since I couldn’t afford distractions, especially with the stakes as high as they were.

Momo and Mina settled into the plush chairs, their eyes flicking curiously toward me. The tension in the air was palpable, but I couldn’t hide the grin on my face. I was excited. This was my kind of business deal, and I had an ace up my sleeve.

“So, how was your time with Sana?” Mina asked, her voice casual, but there was an underlying edge to her words.

I couldn’t help it. I smiled like a kid in a candy store, a sense of genuine satisfaction radiating from me. “I loved it,” I said, leaning back comfortably in my chair. “We watched anime, had a lovely dinner, and she was fantastic company. But here’s the deal— I need her. I’m willing to offer you two full gold coins worth 6 million in total, or I can sweeten the deal with a proposal. Business done the way I do business.”

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out two shiny, gleaming gold coins, letting them land with a satisfying clink on the table. The room fell silent, everyone eyeing the gold.

Momo was the first to speak, her voice sharp. “What’s the other offer?”

I leaned forward, my tone dropping into something more serious. “I’ve heard whispers from a little fox about something interesting. You two have been seeing a decline in sales recently, right? As hard as it is to believe, I get it. Attractive young women are a hot commodity, but they don’t stay young forever. Here’s my proposal: This place”—I gestured to Sakura’s club, with its sleek design and upscale clientele—“this place is very similar to your own club, but struggling for different reasons. In fact, Kura, why don’t you tell Momo and Mina about the challenges you’ve been facing?”

Kura, a tall and elegant woman with jet-black hair and sharp eyes, sighed, rubbing her temples. “Oh, where do I even start?” She laughed bitterly. “My two best performers, Tsuki and Sullyoon, are the only ones making enough to support this place. All my other performers are pretty, sure, but they just don’t know how to really work a crowd. They don’t have the experience to get the kind of money we need. Honestly, I have the capital, but I don’t have the knowledge.”

Mina and Momo exchanged a look, brows furrowing, before they turned back to Sakura.

“Can we see your girls?” Momo asked, her voice filled with both skepticism and curiosity.

Sakura smiled, snapping her fingers. In an instant, a group of fifteen beautiful women in their early twenties—mostly Japanese and a few Korean—entered the room. Their outfits were stunning, each one tailored to perfection, but they lacked the certain charisma that could really drive the room wild. Momo and Mina’s eyes widened as they scanned the women, but their expressions remained carefully neutral.

Momo looked back at me and said, “What’s stopping us from just taking Sakura’s contact info and the gold coins and walking out?”

Sakura’s voice rang out, clear and strong, stopping them in their tracks. “Let me make this clear,” she said firmly, her gaze locking onto Mina and Momo. “Danzaborou has been immensely helpful to me in making this club work. I’d never go behind his back. I’d rather buy you outright than do that. And giving him Sana, that way, would never cross my mind.”

Momo and Mina exchanged glances, now visibly unsure. Mina finally spoke, a hint of suspicion in her voice. “Is this a hostile takeover?”

I shook my head, the smile never leaving my face. “I’m not a hostile kind of guy. Think of this as a trade. You teach these girls to be exceptional hostesses—help them learn what you know, and you get a steady supply of fresh talent. The girls come back to Sakura’s club, where she can focus on her strengths—talent scouting and financial stability. Everyone wins.”

Mina and Momo exchanged thoughtful glances, as if weighing their options. The tension hung in the air for a beat, but I could see their minds working. Then, Mina’s eyes landed on one of the women—tall, lean, and graceful—her movements suggesting she might be a dancer.

Mina approached her with a smile, her voice gentle. “What’s your name?”

“Kazuha Nakamura,” the girl answered quietly, her voice soft yet confident.

Mina’s eyes lit up. “I like this one. She has the build of a ballerina.”

Sakura’s smile grew. “She was a ballerina, actually. Her ballet house closed down two years ago.”

Mina blinked, surprised. “Which house?”

Kazuha responded with the name of a prestigious ballet company—one that held historical significance in Japan, though the translation was a bit lost in English.

Mina’s eyes widened. “That house?”

Kazuha nodded. “Yes, I trained there until it closed.”

Mina turned to Momo, a smile tugging at her lips. “So, what’s the plan?”

Momo leaned back in her chair, and her gaze shifted to me, a playful gleam in her eye. “Danuki,” she said, causing the entire room—especially the Japanese women—to burst into laughter. I raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What?” I asked, completely unaware of the joke.

Sakura leaned in with a sly grin. “Ask Sana later, and you’ll understand.”

Momo followed up, her smile widening. “We’ll take your secondary offer.”

“Great,” I said, glad they’d come to an agreement. “I’ll leave you two to handle the logistics. And as the cherry on top…” I handed Mina and Momo Rei’s contact information. “You’ll want to get in touch with her about the two bonsais.”

Momo and Mina looked at the card, then back at me, nodding their approval.

“Thanks, Danuki-kun,” they said in unison, and the laughter erupted once more. I sighed then headed out.

⸻

I ended up back at my place not long after the meeting.

The familiar smell of jasmine and sandalwood hit me the moment I opened the door. Inside, Sana was curled up on the couch, still wearing my oversized GaoSilver shirt, the old Gaoranger series playing quietly in the background. She glanced up the second she heard me, her whole face lighting up like I’d just walked in with a winning lottery ticket.

“How did it go?” she asked eagerly, practically bouncing to her feet. Her big brown eyes locked onto mine, bright and hopeful, but underneath that excitement, I could sense a ripple of anxiety. She wanted to believe everything would be okay—but she’d learned better than to hope blindly.

For a moment, I thought about teasing her, playing it close to the chest like I usually did. Maybe make her squirm a little. But seeing her standing there, all vulnerable and radiant, I just didn’t have it in me.

“They took the deal,” I said simply.

Sana let out a small gasp of joy, like a kid on Christmas morning. She rushed across the room and threw her arms around me, squeezing tight. I caught her easily, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo—sweet and clean, like peaches and soap.

“So what now?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled against my chest.

I hesitated, brushing a hand lightly down her back. “You’re a grown woman, Sana. You can make your own decisions. What do you want to do?”

And just like that, it was like a switch flipped inside her.

She pulled back from the hug slowly, tilting her head up to look at me through her lashes, her entire posture shifting. Gone was the excited girl; in her place stood the woman—confident, knowing, dangerously inviting. Her lips curved into a sultry smile.

“I think…” she said, voice low and honey-sweet, “it’s finally good to be alone with you.”

The way she said it made it clear she wasn’t talking about catching up on Gaoranger.

I felt the familiar tension coil low in my gut, but forced myself to stay steady, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing how easily she could rattle me.

Sana leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck, her fingers lightly toying with the collar of my jacket as she added in a teasing whisper, “Danuki-kun.”

I stiffened slightly, frowning down at her. “Danuki again? What is with you people calling me that?”

Sana giggled, and her hands started moving—light and playful—poking at my chest, tugging at my sleeves, pawing at me like a mischievous cat.

“You really don’t know?” she asked, tilting her head, her fingers trailing up my arm slowly, almost absentmindedly. “In Japanese folklore, tanuki—or ‘danuki’ when people are teasing—are these sneaky little shapeshifters. They look cute, harmless even… but they’re masters of illusion. Tricksters. They make you see whatever they want you to see.”

Her fingers brushed against the side of my neck, soft and lingering.

“You’re like that,” she murmured. “You play innocent. You smile. You act all casual. But you’re always three steps ahead, moving pieces where nobody can see.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “So, I’m some kind of magical raccoon-dog?”

Sana laughed, the sound bright and warm. She pressed closer, her palms flat against my chest, feeling the steady thrum of my heartbeat beneath her hands.

“Not some kind,” she said, voice dropping lower. “The best kind.”

I caught one of her wandering hands and leaned down until our faces were just a breath apart. “If I’m a danuki,” I murmured, “then what does that make you?”

She blinked up at me, feigning innocence.

“A kitsune,” I answered for her, tapping her lightly on the nose. “A fox. Beautiful, sly, dangerous… and way too good at getting what she wants.”

Sana gave a mock gasp and pawed at my chest again. “Are you accusing me of being a trickster, Danzaborou?”

“Accusing?” I chuckled low in my throat. “I’m confirming.”

She grinned wickedly and leaned in, brushing her lips across my jawline in a teasing, featherlight kiss.

“Well then,” she whispered, her voice a purr, “I guess it’s only fair… a kitsune and a danuki. A perfect pair of troublemakers.”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her fully into my lap. “Trouble’s my middle name, sweetheart.”

Sana nuzzled her nose against mine, smiling like she’d just stolen something precious and gotten away with it.

“Good,” she said, eyes sparkling, “because you’re stuck with me now, Danuki-kun.”

I kissed her forehead, holding her there as the Gaoranger theme song played softly in the background, the two of us cocooned in the quiet warmth of a trickster’s den.

“Bedroom now,” she said dragging me to my bedroom. As she did she fished out my dick and began palming it slowly,

“I want everyone to know you’re mine. I want to take you to sakura’s club and fuck in front of them. Hell I just might. Just so Tsuki doesn’t get any ideas,”

Confused i asked what she meant,

“Tsuki told me she had a crush on you yesterday. Said you give off “daddy” vibes, but I know you’re not it’s just the beard and height, Sana says as she uses her hand to fuck me.its overwhelming as her hand goes faster my mind blanks from the pleasure. I watch as Sana smiles watching me cum undone and I explode in her hands. She smiles and says,

“Is that it?” As if stirred by magic my cock rises again for her. Sana smiles as I impale her with my shaft. She moans in pleasure.

Her walls are velvety smooth as I fuck into her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she says,

“Fuck! Fuck! fuck! I’m gonna cum!” She says as she explodes. I smile as she unravels around me elated. But as she unravels she begs me to stop due to how sensitive she is. I do and we lay in bed before falling asleep

The morning light was soft and cool, filtering through the windows in long slats. Sana and I lay tangled together under the covers, the world outside still quiet and slow.

She was curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, one of her legs thrown possessively over mine. I ran my fingers absentmindedly through her hair, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Then Sana tilted her head up to look at me, her brown eyes serious in a way that caught me a little off guard.

“So…” she started, her voice quiet but certain, “what happens now?”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“I mean… you and me.” Her fingers traced light patterns across my chest, like she was thinking through each word carefully. “We’re both tricksters. Both stubborn. Both… dangerous in our own way. How are we gonna make this work, Danuki?”

I smiled lazily at the nickname but didn’t answer right away. I could feel the tension under her casual touch—Sana wasn’t used to wanting something she couldn’t control. Neither was I.

“I guess we just do it the way we do everything else,” I said finally. “We watch. We learn. We adapt.”

She made a small noise, not quite a laugh. “No tricks?”

I smirked. “Only good ones.”

She lifted her head fully now, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me properly. “Promise?”

I caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her fingertips. “Promise.”

Sana’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “You know what they say about promises from a trickster, right?”

“They’re only binding if you want them to be,” I murmured back.

She laughed then, the sound soft and real, and lowered herself back down, tucking her head under my chin again.

“We’ll make it work,” she whispered. “I’ll make it work. Because you’re mine now, Danuki.”

“And you’re mine, Kitsune,” I said, closing my eyes, letting the moment settle deep in my bones.

For a while, we just lay there, breathing each other in, the world outside completely forgotten.

A little later, I moved quietly around the room, getting dressed. Sana was sprawled lazily across the bed, tangled in the sheets…

Later that morning, after the heat of the night had cooled into something softer and sleepier, I moved quietly around the room, getting dressed.

Sana was sprawled lazily across the bed, tangled in the sheets, her hair a wild, golden halo against the pillows. She watched me with half-lidded eyes, a lazy little smile tugging at her lips.

I was almost fully dressed—shirt buttoned, jacket slung over my shoulder, boots pulled on—when she stretched with feline grace, arching her back in a way that made the sheet slip dangerously low on her body. The morning sun kissed every curve, every line of her bare skin.

She was trying to kill me, that much was obvious.

“Back to work, Danuki?” she purred, her voice still thick with sleep and something sweeter.

Her hand drifted along her waist, drawing attention—very deliberately—to every perfect curve she had on display, as if daring me to ditch responsibility and crawl back into bed with her.

For a second, I almost gave in. Almost.

But I caught myself, smirking as I rolled my shoulders and slung my jacket fully on.

“Tempting,” I said, my voice low and rough from sleep, “but I’ve got a trade to finish with Mikoto.”

Sana let out a long, exaggerated sigh and flopped dramatically back against the pillows, pouting like a spoiled fox who didn’t get her way.

“You’re no fun,” she mumbled, the sheet slipping even lower.

I laughed under my breath, stepping closer for just a second to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I promised, letting my fingers trail lightly along her jawline. “Then you can do your worst, kitsune-chan.”

She caught my hand briefly, pressing a kiss to my palm before releasing me with a sly grin. “You better hurry back, Danuki-kun. I get very lonely when I’m left all alone…”

I gave her a wink, opened the door, and stepped out—feeling her gaze like a brand on my back the entire way.

Duty called.

But so did she.

And soon enough, I’d be answering both.

[moonlight-alexia]

forever with you | a.p.

alexia putellas x reader | 2.5k | forever with you sounds perfect to alexia, there isn't anyone else she'd rather be with / alexia proposing to you

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ˏˋ°•*⁀ it is officially the 4th here in aus, my favourites birthday <3 so here is a little alexia fic for her birthday. i hope you all enjoy it

‘Ah mi amor,’ You let out a small laugh as Alexia gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto her lap. You’d both been caught up in celebrating the supercopa win, along with Alexia and her captain duties, you hadn’t seen much of each other, ‘I’ve missed you,’ You let out a soft sigh, smiling as she tucked your hair behind your ear.

‘I’m here now Ale,’ Leaning into her touch you placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, lightly teasing her.

Though Alexia wasn’t having any of that and swiftly pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips softly brushing against each other, adding more pressure and deepening the kiss.

‘Dios mío, get a room,’ You heard Mapi yell before something soft was hitting you both making you pull apart. A silent agreement between you and Alexia that you were both ready to go back to your hotel room. Wanting to spend some time where it was just the two of you.

Alexia was already in bed when you came back from the bathroom. You always took a lot more care and had a much more in depth skincare routine than Alexia did so it was quite common for her to already be in bed, waiting for you. More times than not after a big match like the one you just played today, Alexia would already be asleep, even if she’d wake slightly when you slipped in beside her and protest that she was just resting her eyes and not really asleep. 

But the protests always died when you’d pull her into your side, arm wrapped around Alexia’s waist, her neck snuggled in the crook of yours, a soft kiss on her forehead and she’d be back asleep within seconds.

Though tonight, even though she was physically tired, Alexia knew she wasn’t going to get the best sleep tonight. Even with the thought of being cuddled up against your side, the weight of the ring she had in her bag, packed so delicately and very well hidden in case you went to grab anything out of her bag like you normally did, would be on her mind all night.

No matter what the outcome of the final, Alexia had the proposal planned. Perfectly planned exactly how she knew you would like. Planned 

‘Ale, did you need-,’ Except, those plans went out the window the moment she looked up at you as you were making your way to bed. You were wearing one of Alexia’s hoodies, the one that you’d claimed as your own when the two of you first started dating. Your favourite of Alexia’s and you’d always make sure she wore it right before you’d go to your respective national teams. Helped you sleep better before matches if it felt like Alexia was there next to you.

Most of Alexia’s clothes were slightly too big on you and the hoodie was just that. Your hair you had messily put up in a bun, not caring how it looked since it was only up so it wouldn’t get in your way when going through your nightly routine knowing you would take it out the second you got into bed. The warmth of the light from the lamp hitting your skin just right, along with the natural glow of your skin. 

To Alexia, in this light you looked utterly beautiful, no words could accurately describe just how gorgeous you are. At least none that could ever do it justice in Alexia’s eyes. It’s in moments like this that Alexia wishes she could take photos with her eyes, she just wants you to see and understand how you are to her. As if the small smile and dreamy look in her eyes whenever her gaze landed upon yours wouldn’t tell you on its own. You were the one for her and she never let you feel any other way or leave room for you to doubt her feelings for you.

Alexia’s known for a while that she wants to marry you. You stole her heart and never gave it back, not that she minded you kept it safe and unbroken. It was a moment quite similar to this one right now when Alexia realised that she wanted to officially spend forever with you.

It had been a long day at training, even more so since you’d lost the last game. Losing wasn’t something you’d often come across these days playing at Barcelona, but it wasn’t something that you could avoid forever. The lows always helped to make the wins feel that much better. 

There was always an intensity to training and after a loss it was always much more intense. So going home, the home you shared and built together with your girlfriend, made these days feel that much better. 

‘Ale,’ You softly sighed, turning your head so you were looking up at her, ‘You’re sending me to sleep and it’s still so early,’ You were laying with your head on Alexia’s lap, a movie on in the background while she was caught up with, you were sure it was, something related to football on her ipad. Her fingers gently playing with your hair and, every now and then,  running softly along the back of your neck. 

‘Mi vida, just relax,’ Alexia’s attention was fully on you now, leaning down lightly kissing the top of your head, ‘You deserve it cariño,’ The softness in which she spoke to you always made your heart flutter and your body fill with warmth. She knew how hard you worked and how you struggled to let yourself rest when you needed it. 

Alexia peppered your face with soft kisses, deliberately skipping your lips each time she got close, ‘Amor,’ You whined softly, Alexia smiled, her hand tracing along your jaw while her lips hovered above yours. You were about to whine again when she let them connect. A slow, deep kiss, lips lingering against yours momentarily when she pulled away. 

‘Te amo,’ You whispered it back, both of you in your own little bubble, ‘Now rest, I’m right here if you need me, not going anywhere,’ 

Alexia gently rubbed along your back while you curled up even more against her. It didn’t take long for you to allow yourself to relax with Alexia, it had always come naturally. At the end of the day her arms were your safety, whatever happened during the day didn’t matter as long as you were in her embrace.

The glow of the afternoon sun slipped through the bottom of the blinds, the glow illuminating your face. Some days your schedules were packed full, so Alexia always enjoyed these quiet moments with you. Whatever she had been doing on her ipad was fully forgotten, she was captivated by you. 

The thought of forever with you, of marrying you, popped into her head that day. Realising that she would be content with spending every moment of her life with you, wanting to share every moment and achievement with you. Knowing that without you by her side she wouldn’t feel completely whole. From that day she’d started planning and trying to figure out the perfect proposal, though Alexia would never forget the day that made her almost accidentally blurt out a proposal. 

It wasn’t even a loss, but it was a very sloppy win and it hit Alexia harder than anyone could have anticipated. She had seemed fine afterwards, but you’d failed to realise she was just going through the motions completely on autopilot. Alexia wasn’t the loudest or most out there person but she wasn’t the quietest either.

Alexia couldn’t help but put even more pressure on herself. It was a habit she had, along with your help, tried so hard to stop. The pressure to be the best all the time, and you hated seeing how she would shut down when the weight of that came crashing down pulling her with it. That didn’t stop the occasional slip and Alexia falling back into that habit, one that came so naturally to her.

‘Lo siento, mi amor,’ You crouched down in front of Alexia. You don’t recall hearing Alexia speak a word since you both got home, though you’d been distracted trying to get the both of you something to eat, ‘I should’ve noticed,’ Your voice was soft and small. You weren’t necessarily talking to Alexia right now, knowing that she wouldn’t really be listening to anything outside of her own head.

‘All those missed chances,’ You knew she was thinking about the game before she’d even said it. She was fidgeting with her fingers so you took her hands in your own, your thumb gently rubbing over her hand.

‘You know it wasn’t just you. You don’t have to be perfect for us, there’s no such thing and you know that,’ Your voice still had a softness to it but there was a slight firm undertone, one that was needed to break through all the self doubts that was filling her head, you needed her to hear you, ‘There are days when, despite everything we do, it just doesn’t click for us out there. But we will come back stronger next time. You’re not alone in this and you don’t need to carry the weight of it all by yourself. You’ve always got me, the team and the fans. No one needs- I don’t need you to be perfect,’ 

You could see the conflict in her eyes, the hesitation to believe what you were saying, ‘It’s not you that has to fix everything all the time. Yes you’re our captain, pero amor, lean on us we’ve got you, I’ve got you. You are more than enough exactly as you are,’ You brought each of her hands up to your lips, softly kissing each knuckle while looking up at her.

A deep sigh, Alexia nodded slightly leaning forward so her forehead was resting against yours. You wrapped your arms around Alexia, tightly holding her against you, ‘Gracias, mi amor. How do you always know what to say, what I need,’ 

‘Because I just know you Ale,’ Another way to say you love Alexia, a way that means more to her than she could ever tell you, ‘How about a warm bath and an early night? Bubbles in the bath?’ 

‘I’m not a kid,’ Alexia’s voice was small and you could hear the small pout her lips were forming. 

You chuckled softly, ‘Oh my mistake, so you really really don’t want a warm bath with little bubbles,’ Your tone was teasing.

‘Con una vela vainilla y pequeña, por favor,’ Alexia kissed the side of your neck, you could feel a small smile against you and your heart felt a little lighter knowing Alexia was going to be okay.

When you wrapped her up in a soft, fluffy blanket in bed later that night, holding her close to you. She almost asked you to marry her, while she took care of you, you never hesitated to take care of her. To let her know it was okay to not be the one to take care of everyone all the time. Alexia let you take care of her, she felt safe enough to do that with you.

Her plans didn’t matter anymore, right now was perfect.

‘Alexia…’ Your voice cut through, bringing Alexia back to reality. You were now standing at the side of the bed, lightly waving your hand in front of Alexia’s face. She registered the use of her name and raised an eyebrow at you, ‘Knew that would make you come back to me,’ You smirked knowing there’s only certain times when she doesn’t mind you using her name and right now wasn’t one of them.

‘¿Estás bien?’ You asked since it had been a long day, you’d more than understand her being tired but zoning out was on the more unusual side for Alexia.

‘More than,’ Alexia couldn’t wait any longer. You were confused when she sprung out of bed, almost like there was a fire she had to get away from as quickly as she could, ‘You’re so beautiful,’ Alexia had circled the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist bringing you into her, her other hand cupping your cheek. You leaned into her touch, your face heating up at the intimacy. After all these years together and Alexia still made you feel like you were a teenager having her first crush.

Alexia kissed you deeply, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed once she pulled away. There was this goofy, lovesick smile that wouldn’t leave her face when she looked at you. You sitting in front of her, in her hoodie, in your natural beauty and the thought of forever felt like it would never be long enough with you.

‘Mi vida, wait here, por favor,’ A small chuckle left your lips, still confused with Alexia’s sudden actions but she was cute so of course you listened and watched her rummage through her bag.

Walking back towards you, hands behind her back holding the box out of view for now, Alexia suddenly grew very nervous. She didn’t have any doubt that you would say no, but she was second guessing if it was the right moment for you. It felt right for Alexia so she pushed through the doubts, also worried that she wouldn’t find the right words or convey them in the way she wants to. She didn’t have that extra mirror practice like she had planned to have the night before.

A small timid, partly awkward still partly goofy and loved up, smile graced her lips, ‘Mi amor, I had this all planned out but looking at you right now, seeing you and just being here with you, nothing has ever felt more right,’ A small gasp left your lips when Alexia knelt down on one knee, revealing the box and the ring inside it to you, ‘You are so beautiful and I really love the life we’ve built together. There is no one else but you, you are the one for me, we just fit together like we were made for each other. Like you were made for me,’ Your eyes were starting to well up with tears with each word Alexia spoke. She was pouring all her emotion and feelings into her words and you could feel it so deep within you, ‘I want a forever with you, mi vida, will you do me the honour of being my wife,’ 

So overcome with emotion, it felt like all the air had been sucked from your lungs. You nodded furiously and let out the smallest, ‘Sí,’ while you pulled Alexia up your lips crashing onto hers. Deep, breathless and full of a joy that couldn’t be contained between you both. 

Alexia chuckled when you finally let her pull away slightly, ‘Amor, amor, I need to put the ring on your finger, por favor,’ 

You laughed forgetting that you skipped over that part entirely, just wanting to be close to her. Alexia took your hand and slid the ring on your finger, gently leaving a kiss to seal her love that would stay with you for a lifetime.

Alexia held you in her arms, your eyes transfixed on the ring that shone beautifully on your finger. You still couldn’t believe it, ‘This was perfect Ale,’ Whispering out into the soft comfortable silence that filled the hotel room you were staying in, ‘I love you Alexia,’

‘I love you, more than anything,’

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liked by alexiaputellas, marialeonn16 and 130,809 others y/n if this is what i get after a cup win, what could i get after we win the champions league again 😏 ps. forever with you has a nice ring to it mi amor ❤️tagged: alexiaputellas