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emmyrosee · 2 months
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Hiiii love ur works keep it upp!!!
Any Kita fluff for me???
- anon🥢
Shinsuke cant even get a foot in the door before you’re pausing him with a raised hand.
“Wait, okay- hold on.”
“…alright?” He says.
“I love you.”
His lips curl up into a tired smirk, “baby, what did you do?”
You giggle and chew on your thumb nail, looking innocently at him as you bat your eyes, “I love you.”
“It’s too late for this,” he chuckles exhaustively. He takes another step into the house, and you wince as he pushes the door open a little more.
“Shin, be careful-“
His brow furrows as he looks behind the door, and-
“Where on earth did you get a cow?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice, coupled with the confusion in his tone. “Whose cow is this?”
“This is our cow,” you hum happily. “Her name is Mochi.”
“No, but whose cow was it before?”
“Don’t worry about it,” you giggle, getting up to finally wrap your arms around your man and admire your new cow jovially. “Just know she was free.”
“That’s not my wor- where are we gonna- where did you get a cow?!”
“Here- come pet her,” you encourage, kissing his cheek before kneeling down to pet the soft fur of the cow, and Shinsuke watches with a quirked brow as you do so.
“I don’t wanna pet the cow,” he says, but there’s a smile in his words. He lets you grab his hand and tug him down to his knees, and he stares at the cow with an small smile.
“It’ll make you feel better.”
He laughs, “not fully sure that’s true.” With his hand still being held by you, you guide the calloused palm to gently stroke Mochi’s big head, and she angles into his touch.
He shrugs, “she’s a good cow, I think.”
“She is a good cow!” You chirp. “Shes our cow.”
Shinsuke merely grins and shakes his head, letting his hand freely pet the cow now while you watch excitedly.
“Yeah. Sure. Ours.”
“Yayyy,” you mewl, kissing his cheek.
“For now.”
You pout, and he laughs and kisses the jut of your bottom lip.
I want a cow ☹️
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osamusriceballs · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 21 <3
Kita x masturbation
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
Words: ~900
Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
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Kita groans and his head falls back while his hand steadily pumps his hard cock. There is only one thought on his mind, and that is you.
How your hands always feel so soft and warm around him. How you use just enough pressure to make his eyes roll back, your pace so teasingly slow and yet you both know that he won't last long when you touch him like this. He imagines that it's your hand wrapped around him, that your fingers graze along his tip and catch the sheer drop of precum between them. He clings to the mental image of you, but his hand feels so different compared to yours, it's hard for him to stick to his daydreams of you.
His gaze drops to the pair of red panties next to him, the ones he had sneaked from you at your last encounter. You sent him a text message with a winking emoji after noticing that he kept them, calling him a 'pervert' and telling him to enjoy himself. You demanded that he either returns them cleaned or gets you a new pair though. He quickly made up his mind to buy you a new pair- hell, he would buy the whole store for you if you wanted him to.
He squeezes his cock firmly, a wave of longing coming over him at the thought of you. Kita reaches for the flimsy red fabric, pausing for a second to look at it. His brown eyes are filled with desire when he thinks back about how good you looked wearing them, and memories of how he pulled them down with his teeth fill his mind.
"Y/n," he sighs and closes his eyes for a second before he brings the material down to his cock, almost releasing a whine when the soft fabric meets his sensitive tip. He wraps it around his cock and starts to slowly pump again, the feeling now even more pleasurable when he's imagining that it's you rubbing your panties against him, how warm you would feel, and how good you always smell. The thought about your smell has him hesitating for a second. He pauses his movements and slowly brings your panties to his face, a faint blush coating his cheeks at the thought of how you would tease him for masturbating and using your panties like this.
Kita inhales deeply, your sweet scent filling his nose along with his own, a mixture he's so familiar with. The smell reminds him of all the days he's spent entangled in his bed sheets with you, days full of whispered sweet words and the sound of skin clapping on skin as he thoroughly fucks you and makes sure you're satisfied at all times- something he considers his husband duties that he diligently fulfills every night with great pleasure.
He takes another deep breath and brings the fabric down to his cock, once again setting a slow pace that makes him clench his muscles and his cock twitch in his hand. Kita Shinsuke is a very rational and controlled man, but when it comes to anything that involves you, he finds himself filled with passion and desire that he can't explain with words, and he can feel the effect of it just now.
A soft moan leaves his lips, a deep breath coming from his nose as he increases the pace slowly, savoring every second of the pleasurable feeling. His eyes trail down to his hand, and he sees the way even more precum leaks from his tip, getting soaked up by the panties quickly.
He's close.
He grips his cock harder, slightly bucking his hips into the sensation while he keeps the pace fast and hard, just like he knows you love to be fucked. The thought of your pussy makes him groan and he finds himself so close, so damn close while his hand keeps on pumping himself, the clapping noise echoing through the room loudly. His eyes are closed, his brows furrowed when he thinks about how good you would take him, how you would ride him and make him feel good, and it's the thoughts of your pussy that make him reach his high abruptly. Thick spurts of cum stain the panties when he grabs his cock tightly, his muscles tensed as he groans your name and forgets about everything else but you. Pleasure rushes through his body, a few low grunts leaving his lips and he stops pumping his cock finally when his muscles start to relax again.
He stays in his position for a few more moments, his chest heaving heavily while he slowly calms down and shakes his head. He misses you so badly. Two weeks without you feel like an eternity to him, and he knows for sure that the twins would tease him for how lovesick he acts without you. But the need for you almost consumes him, and he can't wait to finally have you in his arms again, not the slightest bit embarrassed by his feelings.
Kita makes sure to catch all of his cum with your panties, deciding that they look even prettier like this. He ponders on sending you a picture of them, to show you how much he missed you, but he gets interrupted by these thoughts when his phone suddenly starts to ring.
His eyes dart to the small device and he reaches for it to read the name, his lips curling into a fond smile when he accepts the call.
"Hey, angel. I just thought about you."
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fortheharbingers · 2 years
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"it's not just about sex. it's about the intimacy, of being vulnerable with one another, being so close to one another emotionally and physically. ...but it's also about sex and fucking so good all you can think about is each other."
kuroo, daichi, noya, tanaka, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, makki, iwiazumi, ennoshita, tendou, osamu, kita
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savcir-faire · 8 months
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taichi, he’s back!
…he’s back. arata’s come home.
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vetteltea · 4 months
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BRO R U FILO??? 🫣
I am…not. 😭
I don’t speak Filipino, but I understand a lot of it because one of my flatmates at University was Filo! In exchange for her teaching me some, I taught her Italian. Our flat in Year 1 was wholesome!
We basically were Duolingo buddies! 😭🤍
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chimielie · 1 year
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puppylove
summary: Kita x F!Reader. the leaves are falling. so is he
word count: 983
cw: kita and reader are both werewolves in a werewolf town. this comes into play surprisingly little. mostly it's just light angst to fluff with a lil bit of a seasonal vibe. i recommend reading full moon town and half truths and half lies for a little worldbuilding beforehand, but it's not necessary
a/n: true to form, happy halloween a day late!!! obviously i returned with an ode to kita's hair because... duh. it looks so soft i want him </3
“Word on the street is that you’re hiding,” Osamu says from the ground. He was always the best at hide-and-go-seek, ‘cause he could climb higher than everyone else without making a noise, so you know he’s only letting you shelter among the leaves out of respect.
“Maybe,” you say bitterly. “Maybe the street needs to shut up.”
“Probably,” he grins up at you. “The street is Suna, so...”
“Definitely.”
You share a moment of warm, knowing silence, the air thick with the scent of the forest in autumn. 
“Kita is worried about you.” 
Osamu breaks the silence and you hug the tree’s trunk tighter, prodding the branch below you with one foot. 
“Kita,” you frown, “can go chase a car right into oncomin’ traffic.”
“Well, that’s,” Osamu pauses, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I always thought you kinda liked him."
You take a deep breath.
"That doesn't mean I want his grandmother telling him I'm fucking marriage material just 'cause I'm the last girl-next-door available, 'Samu. That kinda thing doesn't really make me feel like he actually has any interest, you know? I mean, the whole town is talking like it's a done deal, and he doesn't... he only... he doesn't really want me. He's just doing what he thinks he's supposed to."
“I don’t know about that, but you can, uh, take it up with him.” Osamu steps back, and you catch a whiff of some bullshit.
“Miya,” you growl, “what did you do?” He winces apologetically at you, the traitorous bastard, and dashes away, melting into the foliage. You drop from the tree, stumbling on your feet as you land.
“Whoa,” Kita Shinsuke says, putting a steadying hand on your elbow. You bat him away and shove your hands into your pockets, pressing your lips together as you take him in. There's a primal urge in you to run—you're faster than he is, you could just run and run and run forever until everything blurred around you and you didn't have to worry about all this stupid mundane stuff—but you'll have to come home eventually. That's the problem, at the end of the day. Kita is home. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," you bite your lip, glancing away from him. Embarrassingly, your face is hot, your eyes already wet, making the lie coming out of your mouth all the more obvious.
Kita steps forward, hands hovering over your arms, like he's afraid to touch you, saying your name softly.
"Don't," you choke out. "It's nothing, seriously."
"It's not," he says immediately. "Please. I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" You laugh, hiding your face in your hands. "You don't even—"
"It's 'cause of me," he says, and when you look through your fingers, his head is bowed, eyes focused on you with his signature intensity, shiny eyes mirroring yours. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable, I promise, I didn't know it was so... unwanted."
"It wasn't that, it was... It was your granny's idea, yeah?"
"Sure," he says earnestly, and you shake your head.
"Kita, I want to," you start, and he perks up, only to deflate again at your next words. "But I can't just accept the idea of being your partner 'cause your granny thinks I'd be a good head of the pack with you someday. Or because everyone else is going out and dating vampires and all that, and pack politics make you feel like you need to keep things traditional. It's not that it's unwanted, it's that it's everything I want, really. But I can't believe that you want it for the same reasons I do."
"Everythin'?" Kita echoes after you finish, and you grimace, curling your fingers in your pockets, wishing you'd chosen different, stronger words. You shrug, looking at his shoes. "Why can't you believe me?"
You look up, squinting, searching his face. "You've never shown interest before this. I thought I'd spend my whole life waiting."
"I didn't think I needed to," he shrugs. "I didn't know what love was. I can be slow. I needed it spelled out for me. But I know now, Y/N, and please don't think it's for any'a the shit you said about being traditional." Kita rarely swears, and hearing it from his mouth, watching his features scrunch momentarily as the words spill out, makes you laugh. "Shit," he says again, and you laugh harder.
You crouch slightly, looking up at him, and there's a flush over his face but his lips are turned upward, each inch of him thrown into high definition by the golden light coming through the trees. He's got threadbare sneakers on, proof he just threw on whatever he had to chase after you, and for once his carefully combed hair is a wreck, multicolored strands laying across his forehead in all directions, distressed by his fingers carding through them.
"See," Kita says, and takes one of your hands in his, rubbing it absentmindedly with both of his to warm you up. "It's 'cause of this. I just—I like your laugh." He looks away from you, equal parts embarrassed and pleased at the way your mouth drops into a small oh.
"Fine," you use your clasped hands as leverage to pull yourself up, push yourself closer to him. Words fail you—how could you summon anything more eloquent than I like your laugh—so you tilt your head, bump your nose into his, press your foreheads together. His breath is warm as he exhales evenly, and you thread a hand into the short strands on the back of his head, hold him close to you. "Let's go home, Shinsuke."
You stay close, pressed into his solid body as you walk, very nearly cheek to cheek. He stops you just before you leave the shelter of the trees, dropping his head to your shoulder, taking a deep, shuddering breath.
Someday he'll make you realize it. He is already home.
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satorisoup · 6 days
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i feel NAUSEOUS because of how bad i miss kita shinsuke right now… shin come home i miss you T^T
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samexebin · 4 months
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based on the posts I see about kita and bocchi I swear y'all are reading a completely different manga
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tariah23 · 2 years
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Wait… so it’s official? They aren’t going to do reruns anymore 😵‍💫????
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sashimiyas · 2 years
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a/n: this is for you laine @kita-dynasty <3 inspired by your most recent fanart of him
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Giggles fly past your lips unwittingly. Your company, unbearably close company, narrows his eyes though the smile doesn't slip from his lips. In fact, it dances, a small littletwitch that takes delight in your humor despite its improper timing.
"Stop laughing," he says lightly and pinches your butt before smoothing his full hand over for a generous handful. You giggle further, dipping your head into his neck and lethis shirt absorb the sound. A habit you've never been able to break, you can't but titter when you're nervous. It's an inherent reaction at this point, to be at the forefront of the joke instead of the butt of it. What was once a defense mechanism now has become Kit's endearing little nuisance because you're so, so pretty with your legs wrapped his waist and hair tickling his cheeks. Normally he'd love your laugh, inquire why you're doing so just for future reference, just so he can coax it from you again and again like his own personal music box. The flush that paints his face and the pull in his pants though find it very hard to focus on anything else but how just the sight of you, no, the idea of you, makes him feel.
"Quit it" he whispers.
You quell a squeak, "I can't!"
"It's just me."
"It's because it's you. You're making me nervous."
"That's okay," he hums, dipping his nose into your hair, engulfing himself in your familiar scent, "I am too."
Kit's always been complacent. He's satisfied with how life has ended up, a job that has tethered him to his hometown and hardly forced to venture further. Tonight, his hands travel for conquer. They begin at the globes of your shoulder, a perfect fit for his palms. With a downward trek, he reacts your hands and places them to his chest. He coaxes your left hand with his right into a grab, encouraging you to feel him up just as much as he wants to do to you. Your face is still tucked into his neck and Kita can hear the moment your breath hitches. A quick tighten of your own body that melts at the kiss he places near the junction of your jaw and lobe. Small, light, barely there pecks down to your neck and his hands are no less overbearing. They collect monuments, of the supple curves of your body and the tides of your smooth skin.
Your hands travel the expanse of his chest, right down to the edge of his shirt and Kit cannot help but smile into your neck. You dip a finger carefully, peaking through the fabric to trace the hard skin beneath. You really have no idea what you do to him.
A hand at your hip, he grips firmly and places a kiss with teeth to your pulse, “not laughing now, are ya?”
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skybluelatte · 1 year
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Happy Birthday Kanghyun!!!🤍💜🐧💜🤍
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kiiraes · 11 months
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tinyletterz · 11 months
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i lost my favorite kita fanfic because i forgot to save it and it's not in my history????? today is such a sad day how can i go on like this
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