sae doesn’t quite move when you make space for yourself atop him. the heat of madrid is a deadly one, though less so in the quieter evening hours. the windows to the balcony open and the skies a deep violet.
sae blinks up at you serenely, sea green eyes drowsy and unreadable. “comfortable?”
“very much so.” your arms wind around his neck like the rose vines outside your villa walls. “and you?”
“hmm?”
his eyes trace you. the shape of your nose and the curve of your mouth. you watch them as an easy warmth settles in you like the waves of the coast.
“are you comfortable,” you say, echoing his own question back to him. knowingly, pleasantly smug.
his fingers pinch at your thighs for the cheek, and you protest, raising your weight like a bristling cat. sae hushes you as though he hadn’t been the one to prickle you, pressing a dreamy kiss to your temples.
Sae's daughter has a new toy that he's less than happy about
When Sae was out of the country and couldn't take you and Kimiyo with him, he never missed your nightly FaceTime call. Every evening at exactly 7:30, no matter what time it was on his end, his phone would ring.
The calls were usually more for the two of you than for Kimiyo. She adored her dad, but she was only two. After a minute or two of excited babbling, something shiny or colorful would steal her attention, leaving you and Sae to actually catch up.
Tonight, though, she was determined to stay.
Earlier that afternoon you'd bought her a little Jellycat bunny, and she'd been talking about showing him ever since.
"Daddy!" she squealed the second his face appeared on the screen. "Look! Mommy got me a bunny!"
She bounced in front of the camera, squeezing the plush against her chest.
Sae blinked.
"What?"
He was sitting against a locker in the team's changing room, one AirPod in, towel draped over his shoulders. He adjusted the earbud like maybe he'd heard her wrong.
"A bunny!" Kimiyo held it closer to the camera. "Isn't she cute?"
He stared at the stuffed rabbit.
You frowned for a second, confused by his unusually blank expression.
Then it clicked.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, "Seriously, Sae?" you laughed. "She's two. She doesn't know the lore."
The muscle in his jaw twitched and a faint vein appeared on his forehead.
"Kimiyo," he began, taking a very measured breath, "Daddy will buy you any toy you want,” His voice stayed perfectly calm. "if you take the bunny back."
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
Kimiyo gasped dramatically, clutching the plush tighter "No!" she whined. "I love Bunny!"
"I'll buy you two toys."
"No!" She shook her head so hard her pigtails bounced. "Bunny stays."
Somewhere behind Sae, one of his teammates poked his head into frame.
"Everything good?"
Sae didn't even look away from the screen. "No."
Kimiyo, blissfully unaware of the silent war she'd started, kissed the bunny on its little head.
"See? She loves me."
Sae looked offended, but his heart softened at the sight of his baby girl so happy.
After another failed attempt to negotiate with a toddler, he finally sighed. "Okay, love. Daddy has to go."
"Bye, Daddy!" Kimiyo waved enthusiastically before running off to her room, bunny tucked under one arm.
The second she disappeared, Sae's eyes shifted to you.
"Y/N."
"I know, I know," you laughed. "She saw it in the store and refused to let go. What was I supposed to do?"
"You were supposed to buy her anything else."
You smiled, then instinctively glanced down the hallway to make sure Kimiyo was out of earshot. "Besides," you said quietly, resting a hand over your stomach, "I figured we should let her have this one. We still don't know how she's going to handle becoming a big sister."
His expression softened instantly.
The irritation melted away like it had never existed, "I know."
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I can't wait to come home and hold all three of you."
You smiled back, warmth settling in your chest.
From somewhere off-screen, someone called his name, followed by what sounded like the coach telling everyone to hurry up.
Sae sighed.
"I have to go."
"I figured."
"Don't stay up too late."
"You'll be calling when I wake up anyway."
"It'll be late for you."
"I don't care."
His voice was quiet, but certain.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"And when I get home," he added with one last glance at the phone, "that bunny is disappearing."
You laughed. "No, it's not."
"We'll see."
The call ended before you could argue, leaving you staring at your own reflection on the dark screen.
A few seconds later, Kimiyo came running back into the living room.
"Mommy!"
"Yeah?"
She hugged the bunny with all the strength her tiny arms could manage.
"Daddy likes Bunny, maybe we should get him one too!"
satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .
the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.
“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”
“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”
“i definitely didn’t.”
“no? must’ve imagined it.”
you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.
“you interrupted me again,” you say.
“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”
another kiss.
“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”
“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.
“i doubt it, you big back.”
“you’re so mean to me.”
you laugh, the sound breaking into another kiss because satoru seems physically incapable of letting more than a few seconds pass without stealing one.
“kissing me until i forget what i was saying?”
“…is it working?” he muses.
you pause. “…maybe.”
“i know you‘re enjoying yourself,” he says softly, brushing his lips over yours again. “you haven‘t pulled away yet.”
“seems like i’ve made questionable life choices.”
he gasps dramatically, though his smile gives him away.
“oh? dating me is questionable?”
“sometimes.”
another kiss.
“when you leave your socks everywhere.”
mwah.
“when you eat all my snacks.”
mwah.
“when you—”
he kisses you longer that time, lingering just enough that you forget where your complaint is going.
“…see?” he murmurs.
“you are so annoying.”
“but?”
“but…” you smile. “you’re very cute.”
his grin is immediate, and he kisses the corner of your mouth
“what do you want for dinner?” you ask.
“hmm…” he pretends to think hard, his forehead resting against yours. “you.”
“oh my god,” you groan. “you’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”
“maybe.” he grins into the next kiss.
“you should be embarrassed.”
“can’t hear your mean remarks when you’re this close.”
your lips meet in soft, absent-minded kisses between tiny conversations about nothing at all. whether the laundry is finished, whether the weather looks nice tomorrow, or how his teaching is going.
“toru—” kiss. “—how am I supposed to—” another kiss. “—focus?”
“why’d you need to?” his smile softens into something quieter, gentler than his usual teasing grin.
⟡ ── more of our favourite criminals as fathers | TOKYO REVENGERS
papa!au + bonten executives + hanma
SANZU HARUCHIYO !
as the door opened, the first thing he was greeted with the sight of you and himari drawing in the living room.
the moment she saw him, she zoomed, a red crayon in her hand. the same colour on his knuckles.
she rushed, hugging his legs. her gaze falls on the back of his hands, "hurt?" she asks gently.
and he simply picks her up, "not my blood."
she smiles, "did the bad guys lose!?"
haru lets out a chuckle, "they always do."
the truth was...he's the bad guy. and she didn't need to know that.
HAITANI RAN !
ran hated early mornings. and then there was yua who walked into the room, shaking him, "papa," she calls. nothing, "papa..." she calls again. a little louder this time.
still nothing. still no response from him. so she keeps shaking him with her full effort (which basically felt nothing to him) and keep calling "papa" over and over and over again.
her eyes well up with tears. her bottom lip trembled and just when she was about to give up, ran reaches out for her, grabbing her, making her yelp as he settles her between you and him as both of you shower her with kisses.
HAITANI RINDOU !
rindou never refused rina. he let her paint his nails, wear a tiara because she said so and what not. that was untill one day when—
"no," he declared, "rina, no."
rina being the quiet girl she was, didn't question him. only letting out a little oh. he heard that and his heart dropped at her expressionless face but still caught up to the sadness in her eyes.
he immediately knelt down to her, explaining that he didn't mean to sound so rude. and that he's sorry, later promising to play tea party with her.
KOKONOI HAJIME !
miyu wasn't unfamiliar with blood. she knew papa would come home late with it on his clothes and knuckles. she noticed. ofcourse she did.
she never questioned cause you told her not to. so when he got a paper cut, he simply clicked his tongue in annoyance. she walks to him offering a bandaid.
he smiled, ruffling her hair. he lets her wrap the bandaid on his index finger where the cut located. her hands trembled and tears in her eyes. his smile vanished and he called for her. she looked up at him, "i was worried."
KAKUCHO !
you and kakucho didnt think she'd hear it. in the kitchen, you both sat at the table, talking about how he had to leave for whatever business he had.
he never told you. not really. not wanting to mix you and hana with what he does.
"papa's leaving?" a little voice echos. you both turn to see hana. sadness etched on her face.
"hana, you should be asleep—"
"why?" she cuts him off with a question of her own. he wanted to speak but no words came out.
"baby, he'll be back before you know it." she didn't look much convinced at your words, rushing to her papa.
he scoops her in his arms, promising he'd return and binge whatever cartoons she wanna watch together.
HANMA SHUJI !
"you're back..." you say as he closes the door behind.
"yeah. safe and sound too," his tone was playful. it was quiet. too quiet for the hanma household.
he places the little box on the table, "where's my gremlin?"
"asleep," you answer, "rui was...waiting for you."
quietness engulfed for a moment. he walked to you, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.
"go see her. it's not too late."
he hums.
shuji kneels beside her bed, "hey birthday girl."
"...papa?"
it wasn't midnight yet. so the three of you sat by the dining table, cake and candles infront of her. she clasps her hands, shutting her eyes tightly, "i wish...for papa to always come back home."
rain softly tapped against the window while you were folded under a blanket on the couch, fast asleep.
satoru walks in, drenched from the rain. he shrugged off his soaked jacket and kicked off his shoes. he sighed, walking into the living room,
“baby, im home.” he calls out softly.
silence.
he frowned, that was unusual.
“baby?” he calls out again.
silence again.
it was only 5pm. there was no way you’re sleeping, satoru thought, until he saw you.
laying there like a cat, your lips slightly parted, both hands under your head.
“god baby..” he murmured, unable to hold back the smile forming on his face. he crouched down beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
youu looked so soft, so peaceful. he couldnt remember the last time he has seen you like this. no cute pouty lips or furrowed brows. just you... he couldn’t help himself.
his thumb traced your cheek just for a second before he leaned down, softly and carefully pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
You sat alone in the nearly empty stadium, bundled in a hoodie as the evening breeze swept through the stands. Rin finished practice without acknowledging anyone, slung his bag over his shoulder, and climbed the steps toward you.
“You’ll catch a cold,” he said flatly.
“I brought a jacket.”
“You aren’t wearing it.”
You looked down sheepishly. “I forgot.”
A sigh escaped him,the kind that sounded annoyed but somehow wasn’t.
Without another word, he pulled off his own team jacket and draped it over your shoulders. It was still warm from practice.
“Rin, you’ll be cold.”
“I’ll survive.”
You smiled to yourself as you slipped your arms through the sleeves. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent and fresh-cut grass.
“You know,” you teased, “this is almost…sweet.”
“It’s practical.”
“Mhm.”
“It’s efficient.”
“Sure.”
“…Stop smiling.”
“I can’t.”
He looked away, the slightest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears.
The walk home was quiet, just the way Rin preferred it. No forced conversations. No awkward attempts to fill the silence.
Halfway to your house, your fingers brushed against
For a second, you expected him to move away.
Instead, his hand stayed where it was, steady at his side.
He shifted just enough to put himself on the street side of the sidewalk, like it was nothing.
Then, almost reluctantly, his pinky hooked around yours.
A tiny gesture.
A gesture that anyone else would’ve missed.
But to you, it meant everything.
Because Rin Itoshi wasn’t the type to say he cared about you.
He was the type to tug his jacket a little higher on your shoulders when the wind picked up.
The type to walk a half-step slower so you could keep pace.
“why aren’t you holding my hand?” / iwaizumi hajime
“iwa, why aren’t you holding my hand?”
he stops halfway down the flight of airport stairs at your comment. he turns around, one brow raised in confusion as he scans himself. both of his hands are completely occupied, one carrying his suitcase, the other carrying yours and a ginormous duffle bag full of things you insisted had to come with. he has a travel pillow around his neck and a backpack on his back that feels so heavy he might fall over any second now. you didn’t just ask that question, right? but he’s competitive in his nature and certainly not one to back down from a challenge. plus, despite how emotionally intelligent he may be, he can never tell when you’re trying to get a kick out of him and when you’re being dead serious.
so your duffle bag gets slung over his shoulder and he opts to tough it out and carry both suitcases in one hand. he tells himself that after skipping the gym to pack for the trip and eating strictly junk the past few days just to empty out the fridge, he needs the arm day anyway. as long as he can keep some of his sanity on the way down.
now, with one hand completely free, he holds it out behind him for you to take. you intertwine your fingers with his, smiling up at him in victory. even though he’s dying inside, he still gives a gentle squeeze back.
husband!Sukuna is the type to wrap himself around you and big spoon you so tightly at night, that you wake up drenched in sweat, with tingling of pins and needles in your legs compressed between his, and his soft breaths tickling your neck.
husband!Sukuna is the type to actually wake up at 6 am just to feed your clumsy little cat, who somehow prefers him over you (she thinks Sukuna is her big biological cat mother).
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend to be full when you’re eyeing his food at the restaurant, just to hunt down the fridge later at 3 am and finish all your meal prep for the week.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pick you up by the waist in a large crowd and hold you that way for a few moments, just so you can see what’s happening in the front.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend he’s getting annoyed by you tracing his tattoos, but he secretly loves it so much that he finds excuses to want a ‘massage’ just to have your hands on him after a long day at work.
husband!Sukuna is the type to flick your forehead when you’re disturbing his sleep, just to plant a peck on the spot right after you glare at him.
husband!Sukuna is the type to bring home a random assortment of Lush bath bombs ‘for you’, just to find an excuse to use the extra ones himself.
husband!Sukuna is the type to stare at your face, looking up like a little puppy for the entire hour you’re helping him touch up his roots because he loves getting pampered.
husband!Sukuna is the type who walks around at home wearing only boxers, to the point that the neighbour from the opposite building never opens their curtains anymore.
husband!Sukuna is the type to trigger your anger because he knows your weak spots and loves it when you get mad at him (it turns him on)
husband!Sukuna is the type to keep damaging too many locks and door handles around the house because he accidentally uses too much force to open them to impatiently get to you.
husband!Sukuna is the type to try a new recipe he learned and force feed it to you, even if it has terrible seasoning ratios, because he wants your honest feedback (he just wants you to not skip meals)
husband!Sukuna is the type to not want kids, but secretly wants to see your pregnant belly someday after seeing you handle his annoying niece surprisingly well.
husband!Sukuna is the type to lounge around you between his sets at the gym, waiting to slap any creepy man who looks at his wife with bad intentions.
husband!Sukuna is the type to secretly memorize the name of the setting powder you ran out of, just to cluelessly stand in Sephora while the staff insists on helping him (he wants to tell you he found it himself later)
husband!Sukuna is the type to carry you bridal style to your room while you’re passed out from fever medications and stroke your hair with his big hands, accidentally knotting a few strands.
husband!Sukuna is the type to end the evening by laying his big head on your belly, mumbling in his sleep, because he says he loves the warmth but he secretly just loves getting babied by you.
a/n: not proofread!
+1 i unhealthily yearn for a yearner like soft sukuna plssssss lordddddd 😩
boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."
boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.
boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.
boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.
boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:
"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"
boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.
boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.
boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.
boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.
boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:
“What’re you doing now?”
“Can I come too?”
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.
boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.
“sixeyeyn or rottensatoru? chat are you guys making a ship name? this was worse than last time…” 𓆩♡𓆪
suguru read the chat amused while he looked at the viewership on his stream increasing. why? because rottenyn and sixeyesatoru keep edging their fans on their “situationship” relationship thing that was going on, and the one and only streamer!satoru was there, in suguru’s stream.
suguru initially wanted to do a gameplay, but when he realized that he accidentally invited satoru prior, he realized he might as well profit off this situation his friend finds himself in.
“pay no mind,” streamer!satoru said. “they’ve done that in my tiktok and insta comments too.”
as much as he wanted to deny it and keep it cool in front of the chat, streamer!satoru had to keep his image—despite the fact that he dms you every night. he managed to get your number and play the occasional game pigeon, play some private 1v1 sessions, and even watch a movie on a discord call twice a week…however it would be preferable to do it in person, but you are just so considerate on getting clipped and taking to consideration streamer!satoru’s career. god you really were cool…
after sukuna’s streamer get-together, his feed went on fire due to the camera showing your interaction in the background. it got clipped all over social media and not to mention, people were now starting to pay attention to how satoru even interacts with your posts, always liking it in minutes and commenting “nonchalantly”.
and that…that was the best thing to have come out of the stream.
he didn’t want to admit it, but satoru loved the ship names spammed in the chat and even his fans coming up to him and asking about you. he got approached at a popmart store and clipped. then, his timeline went on fire, why? streamer!satoru said popmart was overrated; but who likes to open popmart figures? streamer!yn.
streamer!satoru couldn’t lie—he found it so funny when his fans asked you about him. because then he would come across clips of the stream on twitter and see how flustered you’d get, then give a response with a cute smile on your face. streamer!satoru loved sending those clips and teasing you.
“lmao he’s so invested in his phone i bet he’s texting yn. yeahhh i think so too.” suguru laughed, invested in the chat more than on his valorant session. “got any ship name ideas? how about sato-y/n? or maybe y/n-toru?”
he frowned. “shut up i’m buying something.” to which suguru leaned over to see. “a zimomo? hmmm interesting. what’dya gotta say about that, chat? personally, i think they’re fugly as shit but i know a certain someone really likes those…”
the ping! of the chat increased linearly, then suguru spoke again. “by the way, our special guest is coming soon. we can play like flee the facility or something.”
“who?” satoru asked, still scrolling on his phone for more trinkets to buy for your next 'unboxing stream'.
“dunno if you know them. but she should be—,” then the doorbell rang. “ah. she’s here.”
“she-?”— “get the door, satoru. i’m busy…”
satoru hummed, thinking that suguru got a streamer!yn of his own (but you’re totally wayyy better) and gasped when he opened the door. he sure as hell didn’t expect you..but he isn't inherently complaining about it either.
“oh! hey satoru!”
satoru froze, pouted, and let you in. “wait what the hell? i didn't know you were coming? why didn’t you text meeee? yn?”
you giggled and kissed his cheek—resulting in his face burning red like a tomato. “sorry toru, i’ll let you know next time. thanks for the sonny angels. i’ll be sure to shout you out next stream—,”
"toru, huh?" suguru’s gaming chair wheeled back and he cleared his throat. “guys, don’t forget that when you’re on stream, people can hear you. yeah. people have ears. get over here and let’s play flee the facility.”
once you and satoru pulled roblox up on your phones, suguru began laughing. you forgot that suguru was showing his screen so when viewers noticed the two matching roblox avatars next to suguru's customized one, the chat's ding-ing became more apparent.
“awh matching avatars? how cute.” he mocked.
it was safe to say that your entire feed went on fire with more possible ship names.
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if i were to make another part of this streamer series, what would you guys want to see? vnlinewnelbwlkq (lmao should i make jjk streamer university and add it into this or smt, i say as i'm watching this youtube video essay on how funny streamer university is)
bluelock!boys flirting with you, but you don't understand their language ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
ft. michael kaiser, sae itoshi, bunny iglesias, vivian hugo
blue lock x f!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ established relationship
requested by this ask!
michael kaiser ᢉ𐭩
when you first started dating kaiser, you told yourself you'd learn his native language.
you started with the basics of the german language; the alphabet, basic pronunciation, formal and informal greetings. you tried to get kaiser to engage in conversation with you to practice, but he either spoke far too fast or flat out refused, a thin smirk on his stupidly handsome face, almost like he was plotting something.
and he definitely was.
it started out suuupeerr small. you'd walk by him and you'd hear him murmur something under his breath, so indiscernible that you couldn't even begin to process how to translate it. everytime you nagged at him to repeat it, he'd just eye you with that oh-so-characteristic mocking smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
you could tell from the sultry tone of his voice that there was something afoot with his subdued statements, but you just couldn't for the life of you grasp onto what they actually meant; and kaiser loved that.
he took pleasure in knowing you were oblivious, that you didn't understand what he was saying, and unbeknownst to you, those hushed, mysterious remarks were teasing compliments regarding every aspect of you he could possibly think of; your face, figure, demeanour, his flirty comments knew no bounds.
however, it didn't take long for him to get bolder, spurred on by your flustered expression when he whispered those various flirty remarks in german that you couldn't comprehend.
you were sitting at the dinner table with him and he'd leant over, with that distinctive, challenging gaze, and said silkily, "du wirkst beinahe überirdisch," his facial expression perfectly reflecting how you'd expect someone who's very proud of themselves to look.
even with your limited knowledge of the language, something inside you can tell that kaiser is flirting with you, despite you having next to no clue what he just said.
"i can't flirt back when you talk to me in german," you huff, face growing hot as you evade your boyfriends gaze. "i don't know what you're saying to me."
kaiser just clicks his tongue as he leans back in his seat, his cold blue eyes triumphant. when will you realise that's the point? he just finds it so incredibly enjoyable when you're unable to comprehend what he's saying to you; it means he can say whatever he likes. and besides, it allows him to treat this whole saga as a competition, testing how long he can flirt with you in his native tongue without you catching onto a vague translation.
"you look flustered, mein schatz," he remarks, silky, teasing voice almost resembling that of a cat purring.
you just huff in response, making a mental note to hurry up and learn more german so that you can finally understand what your asshole boyfriend has to say about you!
sae itoshi ᢉ𐭩
you knew sae had spent time in spain after being recruited by re al when he was much younger, and as a result figured that he must be at least proficient in the language, if not entirely fluent. but you never really felt any obligation to learn spanish; why would you? he never spoke it, at least not in front of you.
well, not at first.
it came on rather suddenly. you were sitting at your desk, getting ready for the day, when sae slipped by you to grab something from your side of the room. you barely even noticed him, even as he paused before leaving, lingering in the doorway and gazing at you with an almost roguish calculation in his teal eyes.
"no sabes lo hermosa que eres."
his voice was quiet, smooth and exactly soft enough that your face immediately bloomed hot. you had no idea what he just said, but you could tell, both from the expression on his face and the way he was holding himself, that it was something flirty.
"what does that mean?" you eventually blurted out, flustered.
the corner's of sae's lips twitched upwards in a small -albeit annoyingly smug- smirk as his shoulders slowly rose then fell in a shrug.
"that's not fair," you had insisted, your lower lip jutted out in a pout. "you have to tell me what you said."
sae thought your failure to understand his words was so amusing. he found that he thoroughly enjoyed the rattled expression on your face when he so brazenly flirted with you in a tongue you couldn't understand.
he just sighed, as if the whole ordeal was greatly tiring for him. "tan insistente," he exhaled. you're no spanish expert, but you're pretty sure you could've guessed he meant insistent. how rude; he's the one slyly flirting with you when he knows you've not got a clue what he's saying!
"sae!" you protest, your face still burning. "translate for me, c'mon."
"you really are insistent," he remarks flatly. you feel a wave of relief wash over you at the fact he's returned to english, but the feeling of ease doesn't last long when he switches back to spanish moments later. "unfortunately, estoy loco por ti."
you feel heat spreading up your ears once again purely because of the tone of his voice. you feel so out of the loop!
"sae!" you repeat indignantly, trying to ignore the furious blush that's surely flooding your whole face. before you can even get another word in, your boyfriend just turns and walks away, hands resting languidly in his the pockets of his trousers.
"tell me what you were saying!" you shout after him, still disconcerted. in response, he just holds his arms out, palms facing the ceiling, fingers extended, and shrugs again. he doesn't look back at you, causing you to entirely miss the satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
fazed, you just stare at his back as he retreats into another room.
after you've regained your composure, you find there's only one coherent thought racing through your mind; you are definitely going to learn spanish.
bunny iglesias ᢉ𐭩
bunny has been flirting with you in spanish since the very beginning of your relationship; he finds it hilarious, because he's aware of the fact that you don't understand a single word. he can be as unfiltered and audacious as he wants, because you're clueless about the english translation. oh, the joy!
he's smart about it, though. you've noticed that he never says the same thing twice, purely because he doesn't want you to know what he's saying. not because what he says is filthy or ill-willed, in fact, it's quite the opposite. bunny's flirty comments towards you are either almost tooth rottingly sweet or the very epitome of romantic.
he isn't embarrassed of how in love with you he actually is, he just genuinely finds your inability to understand him amusing. he takes advantage of the significant language barrier between the two of you frequently, even speaking faster than is typical or pronouncing words slightly strangely. when you inevitably pout and grumble at him to flirt in english, he just smiles at you and says nothing, calm and resolute as ever.
when you emerge from your bedroom, dressed up and layered with perfume for your date with bunny, his gaze immediately softens as he says, "¿Cómo quieres que no esté pilladísimo de ti?" and wraps an arm around you, the smell of his cologne gentle below your nose.
you sigh, your cheeks warm beneath your makeup from the gentle, genuine tone of his voice. "not you acting like i know what you just said. again," you tell him pointedly. "you've gotta stop doing that, at least until i've learned a bit of spanish."
bunny just chuckles, kissing you lightly on the top of your head. "i'll stop when you stop being so irresistible, mi amor."
if there's one spanish phrase you do know that isn't hola, it's mi amor; bunny calls you it all the time. that's been consistent from the start, because you've never been anything less than his love.
vivian hugo ᢉ𐭩
the extent of your knowledge of your boyfriend's native language, french, barely stretched beyond bonjour and dubious scraps of the language you picked up from foreign films and your early years of high school.
hugo never asked you to pick up french, he didn't even mention it. he didn't expect you to learn a whole new language just for him. you two could converse without any issues at all, but he was nonetheless delighted when you bravely told him you were taking on the language.
he helped you at first, with the gendered pronouns, the use of verb conjugation and intimidating pronunciation. but when he came to the admittedly slow realisation that flirtatious comments were not even in the picture for you to learn any time soon, an idea blossomed in his head.
as soon as the mere thought entered hugo's brain, he couldn't shake it. he didn't bother starting subtle, and the next thing you knew, he was speaking in french to you constantly.
you hadn't the faintest idea what he was saying, but his short, gentle and sweet sounding comments always caused the tips of your ears to flush hot. you had tried, and failed, to find out what he could possibly be saying to you, but hugo never answered, his face as blank and his gaze as unyielding as ever whenever you protested about your lack of understanding.
because he'd already formed an annoying habit of it, you weren't exactly surprised when he returned from training and wrapped his arms around you, his chest warm against your back as he murmured cryptic french incomprehensibilities against your ear.
"i've got no idea what you're saying, viv," you complain with a pout, yet you feel yourself blushing regardless. "how am i supposed to flirt back?"
hugo pauses, as if weighing his options, perhaps considering whether he should continue teasing you or leave you alone, you think. but in reality, hugo isn't even considering backing off. he's just thinking of what to say to get another flustered reaction out of you.
"tu es la plus belle fille que j'aie jamais vue," he eventually murmurs, his voice soft and his breath warm against your skin. your face feels as if it's on fire as your scatterbrained mind tries to piece together a possible translation. but literally all you know about french is how to say hello and maybe how to ask someone how they are, so you're not exactly succeeding in your weak attempt to decode hugo's mysterious comment.
"do you get a kick out of leaving me in the dark or something?" you sigh, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a small smile tugging at your lips. it's obvious just from hugo's reverent tone of voice that what he's saying has to be something sweet.
"non," hugo replies softly, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek. "i'll stop it if you want, ma chérie."
but you both know full well that he's going to keep it up; hugo's too enamoured with the embarrassed flush that spreads across your face to drop the habit now.
psst! i know sae's native language is obviously japanese but just imagine him speaking spanish 😮💨 also left everything untranslated so you guys feel involved hehe
a/n: im sorry bunny's is kinda short 😢 also guys english is actually my native language and i don't speak german, spanish or french so i had to use a translate app for this 😭 i did cross check everything but im very sorry if there's any inaccuracies or mistakes ♡
If you had known coming to watch your boyfriend’s game would lead to this, then you seriously would’ve thought twice about coming.
You see, Sae really liked it when you went to his games, but he never asked you out loud – all he ever did was throw a (his) jersey your way or message you with the info about the match, like he was expecting you to already know what he wanted without him needing to say it – and it always worked. You always understood what he meant, and how important it was for him to have you in all the matches you were able to attend.
So, to have him actually ask you to come – with a very tight hug from behind while you cooked breakfast and a groggy “You coming, right Amor?” – you should’ve known something different from the normal was happening.
“And Itoshi Sae gets a red card! He’s expelled from the match!”
You wanted to disappear. To turn into smoke. Because how else were you supposed to react to your boyfriend and your ex fighting because of you in the middle of a game with sold out tickets?
“And it seems Bunny Iglesias, who Sae just punched in the face, just got one too! It’s an ‘El Classico’, ladies and gentlemen! Everybody is on the edge!”
The commentators were not helping your case. Of course, you knew Real Madrid x Barcelona was one of the most heated rivalries in Spanish football, but Bunny and Sae were making everything pretty damn worse!
You could clearly see Bunny looking at you in the stands and smirking, while Sae was being held back by his teammates every time your ex said anything. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying from your seat, but judging from Sae’s expression, it wasn’t really a polite or friendly conversation.
Thankfully, Sae was able to calm down – after lots of begging from Luna and his other teammates – and was already exiting the stadium. You quickly got up to meet him in the dressing room, only to stop when Bunny screamed your name. In that moment, all the eyes were on you – especially Bunny’s and Sae’s – but all you could feel was your own face burning up from the utter shame you were experiencing. Then, like the little prick he is, Bunny Iglesias lifted up his hand, put it near his ear in a telephone shape and mouthed “Call me.”
When Sae ran back towards the field and punched Bunny in the face again after what he said, you really wished you had never dated a football player.
the soft click of the front door closing is the only warning you get before satoru is instantly making his presence known.
you’re sitting on the living room rug, leaning against the edge of the couch with a notebook open in your lap, when a massive, heavy weight suddenly drops down right behind you. two long, familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you backward until your back is pressed firmly against his broad chest.
"you're home early," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder with a soft smile.
"i missed you," satoru groans into the crook of your neck, his voice a deep, lazy rumble that vibrates right through you. his sunglasses are already discarded somewhere on the entryway table, leaving his striking blue eyes completely uncovered. "the meetings ran short, and all i could think about was getting back to you. look at me."
you twist slightly in his embrace, turning your head to look at him. the moment you do, satoru leans down and immediately captures your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. it’s warm and slow, tasting faintly of the sweet iced coffee he always buys on his way home, and it instantly melts away whatever stress you had accumulated throughout the day.
when he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his eyes are crinkled at the corners, filled with a gentle, affectionate warmth that he only ever saves for you.
"satoru," you laugh softly, reaching up to frame his face with your hands. "let me finish this page first."
"nope," he says simply, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "the page can wait. i haven't seen you in eight hours. that's basically a lifetime."
before you can argue, he leans in again, but instead of going for your lips, he shifts his target. he plants a soft kiss right on the center of your forehead, his soft white hair brushing against your skin. then, he moves down, peppering light, rapid-fire kisses across your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, and the apples of your cheeks until you’re giggling out loud, trying to swat his hands away.
"hold still," he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled by your cheek as he kisses his way down to your jawline. "i'm making up for lost time."
his hands move from your waist to gently cup your face, his long, warm fingers stroking your cheekbones with immense gentleness. satoru can be loud & entirely dramatic to the rest of the world, but in the quiet space of your apartment, he is nothing but incredibly soft. he kisses you with a quiet & patient devotion, taking his time as if there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.
he presses a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another one right on your chin, before finally pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his gaze wanders over your face, completely captivated, a tender, soft smile resting on his lips.
"there," he whispers, his thumb gently wiping away a stray speck of ink from your thumb. "now you have my full permission to finish your page. as long as i get to stay right here."
you let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning your head back against his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you once more, anchoring you in place. "deal."
husband!satoru gets a little too possessive of you on your beach vacation. . .
the beach had been your idea.
you wanted a relaxing day together— sunshine, fresh air, finally swimming in the cold ocean water. somehow, though, the moment you’d stepped out of the changing room wearing your bikini, the entire plan had fallen apart.
or rather, satoru had.
you barely make it to your spot on the sand you’ve been eyeing before he plants himself directly in front of your beach chair.
at first, you think nothing of it. he’s always clingy, always finding excuses to stay close. but after several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved, you start narrowing your eyes.
“what are you doing?” you ask.
“hm?”
“why are you standing there?”
he shrugs, taking another sip of his drink. “just hanging out.”
“well, hang out without blocking my view!”
“don’t wanna.”
you look at him expectantly, thinking he’ll finally move, but he just smiles innocently behind his sunglasses.
seems that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
every time you try adjusting your chair, he somehow adjusts his positioning too. every time you glance toward the water, his massive frame ends up between you and the rest of the beach.
it turns ridiculous enough that you finally sit up and cross your arms.
“okay. what’s wrong with you?”
“nothing’s wrong.”
“satoru.”
he lets out a dramatic sigh before lowering himself onto the edge of your beach chair. his arm immediately wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against his side.
“you look too good.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what..?”
“you heard me.”
his jaw tightens slightly as his gaze drifts away, and toward the crowded shoreline. there are people everywhere, couples, groups of friends. just doing completely normal beach activity.
satoru, however, looks threatened by all of it.
“i was excited to bring you here,” he admits. “thought it’d be nice.”
“and?”
“and then you walked out wearing that.”
you let out a laugh. “it’s just a bikini..?
“i know.”
“that’s what most women wear at beach, no?”
“mhm,” he pouts, and his expression remains the same.
normally, satoru loves showing you off. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder in public, kiss your cheek randomly, introduce you as his wife every chance he gets. he’s never been subtle about how proud he is to have you.
apparently, though, this situation has created some kind of internal conflict.
because on one hand, he clearly wants everyone to know just how pretty his wife is. on the other hand, he seems seconds away from carrying you back inside the hotel and locking every door.
“you’re jealous of.. strangers?”
“’m not jealous.”
his arm tightens around your waist as another group of people walks by. none of them are paying attention to either of you, but satoru tracks them anyway before immediately shifting closer.
you can practically feel the possessiveness radiating off him.
“you know,” you say, smiling, “if you’re that bothered, maybe you stop staring.”
he looks at you like you’ve said something absurd.
“how am i supposed to stop staring?”
he reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“seriously…” his voice softens. “i can’t.”
the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, the distant chatter around you— it all fades into the background beneath the way he’s looking at you.
like you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
then his gaze flickers past you again, and his eyes narrow. “that guy looked over here.”
“toru!” you groan immediately. “you don’t even know if he was looking at me.”
before you can argue further, he stands up, grabs the beach umbrella beside your chair, and drags it several feet across the sand.
directly in front of you, and blocking your view of half the beach.
your mouth falls open. “okay. enough!”
“what?” he says innocently.
“move it.”
“nuh-uh.”
he squeezes back onto your chair, completely satisfied with himself as he throws an arm around your shoulders.
“now nobody can look.”
“seriously..?”
“as serious as can be,” he says, pulling you closer, then moving you onto his lap, “i feel way better.”
you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your giggles, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips against the top of your head.
after all, he still got exactly what he wants.
a beautiful beach, a sunny day..
and his wife all to himself.
wrote this after getting home from my beach trip >:) ugh i miss it already what is this unbearable heat rn..
"Enjin, this is — hah, hah — this is so stupid, let me go, you doofus!" you try to wriggle yourself out from being entangled with the tall blonde in the elongated length of his red sweatshirt, that completely swallowed your smaller figure. Enjin only grins mischievously, both massive inked hands sneaking over to cupping your ass, keeping you firm against his brawny body beneath the warming fabric and making silly kissing expressions against your blooming cheek.
"You know you like it girl, now shush and give your man a kiss, he's missed you!"
"No! ha! get — get away from me you dork!" you persist, as does his hands on your ass, squeezing them occasionally as he presses his lips firm against your warm cheek to the corner of your lifted lips. the thick material of his sweatshirt keeping you in his general vicinity, pushing and molding you in to his burly stature. the giggles slipping from your pretty lips betraying your false pretenses.
he doesn't let up, in fact, the more you squirmed about, the more encouraged he was on keeping you closer to him. and when he gets you to inevitably melt into his embrace, he'll slyly lean down, cup his palms under your thighs and swiftly hike up your body and lock your legs around his waist. smirking triumphantly from ear to ear as he gives you proper kisses to your cheek and your soft lips.
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