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#kita shinsuke x you
teamatsumu · 1 month
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screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)
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summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.
word count: 1161
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead d @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel
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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?
Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.
His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?
Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.
He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.
‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’
‘then just tell him’
‘u know i cant’
‘thats a u problem’
The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.
‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’
The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.
Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.
How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.
He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.
Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.
He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.
It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.
“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.
“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”
He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.
Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.
“Shin-”
He doesn’t let you finish.
“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”
You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.
“R-really?”
He merely nods.
Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.
“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”
There is a pause.
“You’ve received other confession letters?!”
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shoulmate · 2 years
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"Uhh...Kita-san. What're ya doin?"
"Studying."
The twins exchange a look as their captain flips between flash cards. "Well, yeah we can see that," replies Osamu.
Atsumu tries to disguise a laugh for clearing his throat. "We meant what's with the..." He waves a hand then elbows his twin.
"Y'know the-the... Why're ya just sitting there with-"
"They want to know," Suna cuts in as he walks up, "why you're just sitting there with someone asleep on you."
As if on cue you let out a small snore and shift, adjusting against his shoulder.
"Hm?" Kita looks up as if he hadn't heard the question. At their mixed reactions he quirks his brow. "Is there a problem?"
Atsumu gapes, offended. "Yeah there's a problem! Ya caught me yawning once in school and made me run laps at practice!"
"Made me do extra serves when you walked by and saw my head down on my desk" grumbles Suna.
Kita gives them a warning look. "Lower your voices, we're in the library."
Atsumu's jaw drops in exasperation but Osamu quietly points out "yer avoidin' the point captain!"
"The point I'm hearing is you're all athletes on my team who shouldn't be sleeping in school." He turns back to his cards. "I'm not responsible for a classmate who's not on my team."
There's a poignant pause and then the atmosphere around them shifts.
"Oho..." Atsumu gives a low chuckle. "Ya hear what I'm hearin' 'Samu?"
Kita's eyes flash up knowing Atsumu's playful tone well.
"I think so 'Tsumu. Sounds like our cap here's making an exception," Osamu murmurs slyly and Atsumu smirks.
Kita doesn't like the direction this is headed.
"Sounds like there's only one beauty he doesn't mind sleepin',"
"When it's on him," Osamu crosses his arms as his twin leans on his shoulder.
"I think the three of you have somewhere else to be," warns Kita and Atsumu grins like the Cheshire cat.
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Kita's eyes flick to Suna who's inspecting his phone. He nods in satisfaction and slips the phone away.
"See ya later cap," the middle blocker says as he smoothly slips away.
"Suna, get back here right now," Kita demands, urgent and low but his kouhai simply smirks back over his shoulder.
"Sorry, I've got somewhere else to be."
The twins scurry off after him giggling deviously as they realize Kita won't want to chase after them and disturb you.
He exhales slowly, recentering himself with a reminder that they'll have to show up to practice later.
For now he goes back to his flash cards.
He softly flicks through them as you stir, he freezes, but you only shift to lean more of your weight against him.
Kita smiles.
Maybe he won't punish them as hard if Suna sends him that picture.
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noosayog · 2 months
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001 an innocent valentine ft. kita shinsuke
wc: 500
valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist
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“Who do you think it’s for?” 
“Definitely not Atsumu.” 
“Hey! I’m a great catch, for your information-” 
“Yeah, right.” 
“Shh! They’re coming back!” 
“Put it away-”
“Zip it up-”
“What do you think you’re all doing?” 
The voice of the Inarizaki manager rings from above the second-year trio, Atsumu, Osamu, and Rintaro, caught red-handed rifling through your bag, a neatly wrapped box of chocolates pinched between their trespassing fingers. 
“Nothing!” they all say at once, dropping the box and standing at attention. 
You smack each of the three upside the head with the notebook you have in your hand. “Go back to practicing.” 
“Awwww, c’mon manager. At least give us something. Who’re those for?” Atsumu asks. 
You give him a look before fishing the box out of your bag and calling for Aran. 
“Aran! Here!” you call, chucking the box at him. “Happy Valentine’s.” 
Aran catches it easily, stuffing it in the pocket of his volleyball sweater. “Thank you.” 
“It was for Aran-kun?!” 
“Since when did you two start dating?” 
“Did ya see the way he was so nonchalant about it?!” 
“Big words for ya, ‘Tsumu.”
“Huh?! Ya picking a fight?!” 
“Hey!” you yell. “Shut up and hold out your hands.” 
They obediently stick their hands out. You drop 3 boxes, identical to the one thrown at Aran moments ago, into their waiting palms. 
With one last smack to each of their shoulders, they scurry off back to their drills, satisfied now that they’ve each received their own little prizes. They make it back onto the court just in time for Kita to return from speaking to the club advisor. 
“Hope they didn’t give ya too much trouble today.” 
“Nah,” you say. “They’re troublesome and a bit stupid, but it’s alright.” You look up at your boyfriend, swinging your joined hands and appreciating his thumb rubbing calm patterns along your cold fingers. 
“Yer hands are cold,” he says simply, stopping to wrap his scarf around your neck before joining your hands together again. 
“Thanks,” you breathe, inhaling deeply. 
The rest of the walk home flies by in comfortable silence, the hand held in his staying pleasantly warm even in the late-winter chill. At the entrance of your house, he lets go of your hands, smiling and nodding for you to go in. He stays to watch, making sure you’re in safely before leaving, as he does every day. 
When you stare at him, he tilts his head. “What’s wrong?” 
You laugh quietly. “You didn’t think I made chocolate for all those chuckleheads and not you, did you?” 
He rubs the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “I was looking forward to it, " he admits sheepishly. “But I don’t mind if ya don’t have anything for me. Just being able to be with ya like this makes me plenty happy.” 
You dig into your pockets to pull out a box just for him. It’s wrapped much more elaborately than the others are, with his name in curly, hand-written calligraphy. Instead of tossing it to him, as you did for the others, you hold the box out with two hands. 
“Will you accept my chocolate, Shin?” 
Kita smiles. The warmth rushes all the way through your body. 
“Of course. I’d be happy to.” 
He takes the box, undoing the ribbon and pops one into his mouth. “It’s good,” he says. 
“I’m glad,” you respond. You reach up on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss into his cheek. 
“See you tomorrow, Shin.” 
“Tomorrow,” he nods.
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Being Their Pregnant Partner Featuring
Kita, Suna and Akaashi
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Kita Shinsuke x Pregnant Reader; Suna Rintaro x Pregnant Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Pregnant Reader
Warnings: fluff
AN: and again : D
Kita
The beautiful sight of his fields at sunset were nothing compared to your gorgeous, full figure walking towards him with a basket full of food. He stopped his work, gathering up his equipment before making his way to you at the edge of the field.
“I thought you were suppose to be resting dear,” he asked you, smirk across his face as you scowled back at him.
“Well, you’ve barred me from field work so I guess the only thing I can do now is make you food and laze about the house, which I might add, is boring!”
Kita knew you’d have a hard time with the end of your pregnancy and with getting the required rest the doctor had ordered for you. At first, he tried everything to get you to just take one nap a day to rest and relax. Eventually he gave up on his quest and let nature take its course. Now that you were 8 months, your body essentially forced you to take a break which you absolutely hated.
“Why don’t you work on your knitting? You always complain you never had time for that when you worked the rice fields with me,” Kita suggested as you sighed.
“Well now that I have time I don’t want to do that, I want to work!”
You’re pout drove Kita insane but he knew there was little he could do to help you at this point. You absolutely were not allowed to help him in the fields but maybe there was something else you could do.
“Hey what about helping with packaging? You know that’s something you can sit and do,” he declared, waiting your response.
“I guess,” you groaned, admitting defeat, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
Kita smiled, kissing your forehead and you both sat down to enjoy your food.
Suna
Suna couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. There you were, on the floor covered in paint as you tried to maneuver the piece of baby furniture you were painting.
“Hey Rin!” You spoke, face and hands completely covered in green paint as you continued to happily paint ground edges with great detail.
Suna wasn’t sure how you managed to be so careful with painting the dress or yet so messy with yourself
“Babe, I told you I’d help you tonight when I got home from practice,” Suna laughed, coming over to you to help you get off the floor in your extremely pregnant state.
He held out his hands as you gripped them, pulling yourself up and into his arms. You giggled as your painted body touched his and his EJP hoodie, making the colors now yellow, black, white and green.
“Good thing I got like 50 more of these in my closet,” he joked as you smiled
“You mean in my closet, I borrowed at least 10.”
Suna just chuckled, thinking how lucky he was to have such an amazing and wonderful partner.
Akaashi
“You’ve been working on that article all night babe, don’t you think it’s time you take a break?” You interrupted, bringing in a cup of tea and some late night snacks for your husband who had been working all day.
“It’s not an article love, it’s a letter your baby,” Akaashi answered as you stopped, eyes shifting to him as you set the tea down.
“A letter to the baby? May I ask what it’s about?”
Akaashi shrugged, “well it’s kind of about how you and I met and how our lives were before baby.”
Tears welled up in your eyes at your husbands thoughtful gesture. Akaashi noticed the tears, getting up and hugging you tightly as you sobbed in his arms.
“T-that’s got-got to be the cu-cutest thing I’ve e-ever heard Keiji,” you bellowed as Keiji just chuckled, consoling you, one hand on your back and one on your belly.
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alaboadoa · 4 months
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a place to call home — k. shinsuke
one bed + childhood rivals/friends to lovers
synopsis. "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
wc. ~2k
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The day after Kita Shinsuke turns six years old, the vacant house across the street suddenly springs to life with occupants.
His life spirals from being humble and quiet to chaotic in 24 hours. Suddenly, he's responsible for taking care of the bratty kid next door even though they're his age. His bedtime gets thrown out the window because he needs to chase them down to get them to brush their teeth, and his dinner always has some suspiciously missing elements that he never finds.
You become the centerpiece of his entire existence—a floating memory in every crevice of his mind.
Kita hears your laughter in the songs of his childhood; feels your hands roughly pushing him and dragging him around by the wrist; smells the minty toothpaste he forcefully shoved into your mouth after finally catching up to you. 
It seems as though you and him were born to be polar opposites. Where he climbs you stumble. Where he sits quietly at the dinner table, you have a never-ending stream of anecdotes to tell Granny (even though half of them are greatly exaggerated—he was literally there to witness it). Where he behaves like a normal child, you can't even sit still during storytime in class.
However, your differences do little to remove you from his life. Where he goes, you go.
It's a consequence of growing up thirty meters from your front door and having you over when your parents suddenly uproot to go on week-long business trips.
And he wouldn't care so much, really, if it weren't for the fact that Granny had equal amounts of love to go around. That, and he would have to sleep on the floor whenever you came around.
For someone so disciplined and grounded, Kita Shinsuke was an envious child. He hated having you in his home, because it meant that his beloved Granny had to split her attention between the two of you. Because she would always tuck you in before him. Because you were louder, more needy, more everything. Because he often woke up with back pains at the ripe age of six years old.
When Kita turns eight, he finally bubbles over.
You're on the swings behind one of your friends, standing on the back of the seat and clinging to the chains. You're being careless, and he would be remiss if you were to hurt yourself.
"Get down from there," he scolds, standing in front of the swing set to stop you from continuing.
"Make me!" You exclaim back, childishly sticking out your tongue and rocking the swing back and forth, gesturing to your friend to keep going.
"Stop."
He comes up behind you and tugs at your shirt, making you wobble.
"Quit it, Shin!"
"You'll hurt yourself!"
He convinces himself that he only cares so much because Granny would have to spend more time with you to patch you up if you fell, and not because he would hate to see your snotty, crying face.
No, it doesn't make his heart squeeze. Not even a little.
Eventually, you end up face first in the wood chips anyway, with Kita hovering over you looking guilty as ever. He hadn't meant to pull you off so roughly, nor had he meant for you to land on the ground like that.
Oh. Why does it hurt him so much?
That night, you don't sleep in his room.
You end up tucked into Granny's bed instead, down the hall. He misses your presence—he even ends up on the floor though the bed is empty for him to take.
He blinks up at the space where you should be and feels bitterness swelling in his throat. 
"Shin." His Granny calls softly when she eventually comes into his room. She doesn't sound the least bit angry, but he still aches with nothing but guilt.
"M'sorry." He knows the apology should be for you, but you couldn’t even look him in the eye over dinner.
His Granny only sighs, kneeling down beside his futon with a tired huff. A reminder of her age. He only feels worse.
"Be kind, Shinsuke."
"I'm tryin'," he argues weakly.
She's silent for a pause before she carefully tucks the silver hair from his eyes.
"You'd be lonely too if I were gone all the time, eh?"
"..."
Kita pulls the covers closer to his chin. Yes, he was aware there was a reason you were always here. There was a reason your house was devoid of life despite being filled with furniture. There was a reason you wanted Granny to love you so much, cementing in the gaps where your parents were always absent.
Did you ever want him to love you like that, too?
The next night, he sits you down on the edge of the tub with no complaints. And he's surprised that you accept the toothbrush into your mouth so easily, no resistance and no qualms like you usually have.
He sees the tired defeat in your eyes, feels the awkward tension in the bathroom, and guides your hand to the end of the brush so you can do it yourself.
"I'm sorry," he tells you without elaborating. You never need him to. (When you reminisce about this day, you sometimes laugh to yourself. You always did love how straightforward he was.)
His words are followed by a tense hug, his hands holding your head against his tummy. The brush stops moving in your mouth as you hug him back.
It dawns on him then: he's just as much of a kid as you are—feeling something as petty as jealousy when all you needed was a hug.
One day, he swears, he'll make it up to you. And he'll be nicer, too. It's the least he can do if he's all the company you have until your parents return.
Be kind, Shinsuke. That's what Yumie always told her grandson. And he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
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The day after Kita Shinsuke turns twenty-two years old, your apartment floods.
Of course he's the first one there, helping you move what you could salvage from the apartment into suitcases and onto the back of his truck. Of course he's the one to offer a place to stay, because if not him, then who else? And of course he's the one who holds you when you're stressing about what to do and where to go, hand firmly on your back as he lets you snot on his shirt like you've done since you were six.
For a brief moment, it feels as though he's just a little kid again with you making a mess of the home he grew up in.
Well, mess is a stretch—you've infinitely matured since starting food wars with him over dinner, but the point stands when he ends up helping you with an assignment. It had been pushed to the backburner with everything going on, whilst you were moving essentially everything you owned into his house as if you paid rent there.
He should have known that some things never change.
"I can't believe you kicked me out onto the floor."
Kita shuffles in the comfort of his duvet, resting atop his mattress. He stares at you with honey brown eyes swimming in conflict from the bed.
You curl tighter into a ball on the futon. And he knows this ploy—knows that you're trying to guilt trip him into swapping places with you. You've always been manipulative when it came to him, and god-forbid he be anything but an angel to you. (Because his Granny told him to, not for any other reason at all.)
"M'not the one who made a bet they couldn't win."
Words straight and cutting as ever, like a blade through your heart. You pout childishly, rolling over so that your back is turned to him.
It was your idea to challenge him when he said you were on your phone too much while working. It was your idea to be a brat and defiantly say that you could finish your assignment by midnight. It was your idea to bet this all on the most beloved yet war-inducing place in the entire house: Kita's bed.
It's hardly his fault that you got distracted with YouTube.
"I hate you, Shin."
"No y’don't."
"I do."
"No. You don't."
"Okay fine, I don't, but can we please swap now? It's freezin’ down here."
He can practically hear the pout still engraved into your face right now. And it takes every ounce of fight in him not to give into you with the snap of a finger. To argue back and list a million reasons why he should be allowed in his own bed.
Yet here he is, slipping out of the sheets almost instantly and crouching down beside the futon. He shakes your shoulder.
"Fine. Get goin' before I change my mind."
Any resolve left in his body melts away when you shoot upright with a bright smile, victorious as ever.
Sometimes you made it hard for him to imagine why he cared about you at all. You were too sly for your own good. How could he ever deny such a smile? It's not fair.
You scurry into his bed instantly, making yourself comfortable where you have hundreds of times before. "You should make sure I'm comfy. I am a guest in your house, y’know?"
Yes, Kita knows this all too well. You're trying to provoke him, to see how far you can push him until he breaks. Stubborn and obedient, he reaches down to slowly pull the blanket over your body.
There's a pause from you as he drapes you in warmth, blinking up at him dumbly as if you weren’t expecting him to do so without complaint.
"I'm..." You seem to choke on your own words, silently contemplating whether or not you should push further. "My face is still cold."
His hands hold your face instantly, warming your cheeks skin-to-skin. You stare at him with wide eyes, looking so surprised that he wonders if what he's doing is a mistake. But then your hands gently cover his, and you tug him closer until his knee is sinking down on the mattress beside you.
"M'super cold."
"It's twenty-two degrees in here," he informs you flatly.
You make a face, nose slightly scrunched in thought and brows pinched. It's such a troubled expression that he can't help but scoot a little closer.
He's being kind, that's all. He's just making sure you're okay as a friend. No, not even a friend—an obligatory companion. The lifelong thorn in his side. The reason why his back still aches some days.
Be kind, Shinsuke.
When did being kind turn into this? Into moving involuntarily, into having a second nature response to you? Into a stubborn body only movable by one soul, one voice, one pair of hands?
"Keep me warm, Shin."
He gives in to your whims without reason, without logic or hesitation. You are the sole person able to break down any semblance of routine that's been methodically coded into his muscles.
He doesn't get you, perhaps he never would. He would never completely understand your wishes, or how your cheeks were so cold yet burning hot at the same time, or why he was submitting to you so easily.
The only thing he knows is that you are still somehow the centerpiece of his life, dancing in the middle of it all like a black hole sucking in everything else; the whirlpool swirling in the center of calm waters; the supernova of his galaxy.
"...'Kay."
Maybe he doesn't need a reason to care about you. Maybe your very existence is reason enough. And he’s okay with that for once in his life. He had never been the type to go with the flow, but your hands are dragging up his neck and pulling his body onto the mattress.
That night, you both fall asleep in the bed.
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romiyaro · 5 months
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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ - (ᴋɪᴛᴀ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ)
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Rrring rrrring !!
The alarm went off for 6am. Kita groaned, shuffling the blankets and turning to look at you.
He didn't have to wake up so early today. His only class was an afternoon class. Plus he stayed up last night with you, binge watching movies and cuddling on the couch.
It was around 2am when he woke up and realised how you both had fallen asleep on the couch. His neck was bent at a very uncomfortable angle.
He had craned his neck to look at you.
Only to coo at the sight of you curled up beside him, mouth drooling a huge patch onto his chest. He would keep it a secret, obviously predicting how mortified you would be if you were to know.
Now, as he stretches a hand, successfully stopping the alarm, he remembers a little something you had told him before the movie last night.
"I wanna make you breakfast in bed." You had pouted.
He could understand your complain. Every time he stayed over, he was the one making breakfast the next morning. It was a habit. And the bonus was he got to see your sleepy smile as you woke to the smell of the food.
He looks down at you, cosy and cuddled in the blankets, slightly snoring.
And he decides - five minutes more sleep won't hurt.
With one hand he laboriously sets the alarm for five minutes.
This time when the alarm rings, Kita lets it ring away, eyes shut closed. After the fifth ring, you wake up. For a second he feels you freeze against him.
And then you quickly sit up, like you remembered something.
Kita feels your palm, patting his face. He almost snorts when you bring your finger under his nose, probably checking if he's breathing. He keeps his breathing slow and steady, putting his hundred percent into the act.
You giggle. Slowly, you get up off the bed, hopping off to the kitchen, murmuring all the things you had planned to make to surprise him in bed.
And as the bedroom door closes behind him, Kita covers his face with his palms, rubbing hard against his cheeks and five o'clock beard. As he replays what happened, he grins, rolling around and burying his face in the pillow so his laugh is absorbed by it.
You just might be the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
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schelamski · 4 months
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Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 1)
-Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo
Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku
Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu
Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
Sakusa Kiyoomi: When your legs touch but you don’t move away.
Kiyoomi wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds so when his old highschool team decided to meet for a reunion dinner it took you quite the effort to convince him to come. Now you two found yourselves sitting on a big table with lots of other people. For Sakusa everyone seemed to talk at the same time, all this noise and the way people were eating at the same time was almost too much to him. For this reason he didn’t pull back when your leg touched his after you had to scoot even closer together. You were his comfort, the contact of your legs calming him down and he appreciated you being there with him.
Kita Shinsuke: Nicknames
Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend Shin even knew your real name. Everytime he approached you he called you by a nickname, your favorites being darling and love. Coming from his mouth you could hear all the adoration he had for you expressed in a short name, it was one of his ways of expressing his feelings for you. On the rare occasion that he called you by your real name you reacted slightly later than usual, not being used to the sound of your own name coming from him.
Asahi Azumane: Holding hands when walking through a crowd so you don´t lose each other
Whenever you and your boyfriend had to walk through a big crowd, Azumane’s hand always found yours to guide you through the jungle of people. It all started when he lost you one time while walking through the train station and when he noticed your absence, he was about to walk to the train station office and demand an announcement regarding your absence. Luckily you were able to point out his tall stature in time and wriggled your way to him. Since then he wouldn’t have it any other way while walking through a crowd.
Hinata Shoyo: Boping each other’s noses
Often times Hinata wasn’t aware how close he was to you. In all his excitement he sometimes came close inches to your face and that’s when you softly boped your nose against his. Sometimes he only smiled apologetically but if you were lucky, he kissed your face in between his rambles.
Tendo Satori: Tucking your hair behind your ears
Tendo Satori was well known for his intense starring. He liked to look at as much as his eyes could capture, so when some strands of your hair were in his view of your face, he tucked them back behind your ear so he could capture your face completely. This was something he was doing unconsciously, so when you asked him about it one time he only replied with “I want you to be able to look at your good-looking boyfriend completely”.
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shojoisms · 2 years
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kita x reader
cw: size kink, breeding, fem reader, cervix fucking, smut mdni!
a/n: unedited, not beta’d and straight from my Google docs — having more Shinsuke thoughts :’)
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“Shin, shiiiin, shin,” You whine, your body writhing in pleasure as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. 3, 4, 5 — you’re not sure how many times he’s made you cum, your mind was hazy and you were more focused on the way his thick cock makes you feel nice and full.
Kita thinks it’s cute — you’re cute.
The way you claw and grab at his sturdy arms that trap you in, between him and the mattress every time he thrusts his hips into yours — his cock reaching even further inside you while his fat, mushroom tip pounds against your cervix.
“Yes, darlin’?” Kita’s voice is laced with honey, although raspy it was still icky sweet while he places kisses upon your neck. Your cunt clenched around him — causing him to let out a low grunt as he relishes in how responsive your body is to him.
“Use yer words,” His hand coming up to your face to push back your hair that was matted against your skin before he places more kisses on the sides of your cheek. “Come on, baby tell me how good I’m makin’ ya feel.”
You’re trying so hard to form a single sentence, although it’s damn near impossible — the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls with each thrust has your mind breaking.
“‘So good, so good” You nearly scream out and your lover lets a low chuckle escape his lips. “Yea?”
“Need you,” Your breathing becomes labored, looking at him with lust blown eyes, “need you to breed me, wanna carry your babies,”
Kita’s hips still, brown eyes darkening as he looks over your disheveled form — running his tongue across his lower lip, he asks. “Ya sure, that’s what ya want? Wanna be pumped nice and full with my cum?”
You nod your head rapidly, almost desperately, you flinch when you feel him trace his hand down your stomach until it stops right above your womb. “Want me to breed this slutty pussy?” He asks, picking up his pace.
“Yes, yes, fuck, f—uck,”
Kita’s hips slam harshly against yours, the bed creaking in the process as the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans echo throughout the room.
He angles his hips — hands roughly grabbing at yours while he angles himself for better precision, drilling into you mercilessly as he gives you what you wanted.
Your walls spasming, and clenching around him as you desperately claw at the bed. It’s getting harder for Kita to hold on — you feel so warm and snug around him, and the thought of you so round, so full does nothing but ignite the feral desire in him to stuff you full of his cum, to mark you, to finally claim you.
The thought alone has his cock throbbing, and pulsating inside of you while he continues drilling into you. “F—fuck, sweetheart, yer makin’ it harder for me,”
With one final thrust, he finally cums, emptying himself inside of you — thick ropes of semen painting your walls white.. but.. it’s not enough, he needs to fill you up until he’s sure he’s gotten you pregnant.
He doesn’t pull out, and you can feel his cock stir inside you — coming back to life as repositions your body for better access.
he looks at you, strands of black and silver clinging to his forehead, and hearts in his ears, his skin is flushed — a dust of pink spreading from his cheeks to his ears.
“We’re not done yet,”
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junosmindpalace · 1 year
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come into my arms
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☾ ft. shinsuke kita
☾ sfw. kita misses you while you sleep. 1.2k
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kita has always been used to waking up early. 
since he was a child it was always kita’s way to have a productive start to his mornings, waking up as early as 5am to start his routines. that habit of waking up at absurd hours of the morning proved useful as it carried into adulthood, and today he wakes up early every morning to tend to his farm. 
he enjoys the serenity in those hours, the peace the dawn brings. he can focus solely on himself, he can work as slowly or as quickly as he pleases, and this is just the way things have always been. 
it wasn't unusual for this habit of his to start rubbing off on you over the years. he’d never want to disturb your sleep, and he takes extra care in moving carefully around the house as he gets ready to start his chores so as to not wake you. but sometimes you’d follow short of him when you’d no longer feel his body heat or gentle breathing beside you. he’d urge you to go back to bed, but you’d insist on starting the day alongside him.
and so kita’s mornings became all the more meaningful and beloved as he gets to enjoy the serenity with you not far from him. at first, he thinks that his routines may be disrupted with you awake, but you only served him more comfort and more joy and proved to be a helpful presence instead of an intrusive one. 
early mornings with you were great. getting dressed together, making small talk over breakfast, watching the sun rise…
as kita slowly rose up from your shared bed, he looked over his shoulder at you hugging the duvet close around your shoulders. he smiled at the sight and let his gaze linger on your figure before getting up with a stretch, headeding toward the bathroom to start the day.
even though kita’s sleeping habits have rubbed off on you, you still tended to wake up a while after him, and kita usually takes the bit of extra time to start preparing breakfast. each meal was prepped with the utmost care and consideration for the day. something light? something quick to make? or perhaps something new just to have an eventful start to your morning.
but as he was finishing up, he realized that in the still of his home, he hasn’t heard any noise from your room. 
heading to investigate, he took notice of you still laying cozied in your bed, curled up and completely gone from the rest of the world. kita’s eyebrows turned upward with a sympathetic look as he sighed. 
your work from last night took you into the early morning, far after kita had already retreated to bed himself. you must’ve been exhausted, catching up on the couple of hours you sacrificed the morning earlier. no matter. kita would continue on with his chores as he always did. 
setting aside your meal for when you woke, he proceeded on with his regular routine; checking the weather, getting dressed. usually he’d be mumbling with you as he did so, but as he occasionally looked over at your sleeping figure, he knew it’d be best to let you rest for a while longer. 
but something about your one time absence threw kita for a loop. he still took pleasure in watering the plants around his home, in eating the food he made himself, in tidying up some small messes. but he also felt your absence in all of these things, missing watching you slowly feed yourself, missing you in the mirror beside him as he brushed his teeth and rinsed the sleep out of his face, missing a comment or two about his messy hair and having you ruffle it up some more before gently combing through it with your fingers. 
he eyed you as he cleaned up your bedside table that had become clustered as you worked last night, and again as he slipped into his boots and coat. subconsciously, he’s trying to find any sign of sleeping wearing off you with each glance into your room, but you only ever shifted slightly to sink further into your pillow. 
even though he’d be robbed of your presence as he worked outside, he’d at least have the morning sun to keep him company, and he stood outside basking in the sun's first early morning rays as he worked. 
some time went by and as kita finished up his morning chores outside, he found himself giddy as he thought of seeing you up at the kitchen table. to think that he’d miss your presence so much- it was only one morning!
he put away his outdoor gear and glanced over at the kitchen, a small frown morphing onto his face when he realizes nothing has been touched. he slowly makes his way toward your shared bedroom to find the sheets a jumble, a result of you detangling yourself from them…
only to find you still sleeping away. 
kita deflates a little at the sight. of course, he wants nothing more than for you to get your rest. rest is healthy, it’s what you need to function throughout the day. but kita also misses you. 
he thinks back to a time when he used to handle all his morning chores by himself and wonders how he ever managed them without you as he ponders what to do with himself next. it feels like such a time never existed, and it’s hard for him to think of how to occupy himself. 
he settles onto the couch with his laptop and phone and decides to catch up with some friends and respond to some emails. he turns on the TV and makes sure the news isn’t too loud (but also loud enough) and uses it as white noise for his work. every couple of minutes he glances at the time in the bottom right of his screen. 
ten minutes. twenty. thirty. his eyes glance over to the kitchen entrance before quickly looking away. he’s getting antsy, he realizes. his mind keeps wandering off, something just not quite right. he tries to focus on his work for another ten minutes. another twenty. and eventually he sets aside his laptop, turns off the TV and makes a beeline for your room. 
he would never normally do something such as this. being with you has led him to compromise, he thinks, because only you would be able to break him apart from his usual routine to join you in bed even after he had woken up. 
kita changes back into his night wear and slowly slips back under your shared cover, moving closer and closer to you until he’s hugging you to his chest, an arm around your waist and another under your pillow. his head meets your back, and the sudden pressure has you stirring awake a little. he hears you squirm around and his heart starts to pick up speed as he hears you mumble out for him.
“shin?”
“i’m here.” 
he moves his head so it’s resting in the crook of your neck, and you turn on your back to throw your arm behind his neck, your free hand cradling his head and slowly carding through his tufts of hair. he immediately relaxes further against you and into the bed, closing his eyes in satisfaction.
“shouldn’t you be up?”
“i finished all my chores. i came to join you.”
because kita can’t imagine doing anything else in that moment but enjoy the rest of the morning in your arms.
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rishiguro · 5 months
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ANAGAPESIS - K. SHINSUKE
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warnings: break up. heartbreak. self-deprecating thoughts. hurt/no comfort. 3.2k words.
angstober event
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kita sighed as he closed the door behind him, the day’s fatigue springing onto him as soon as he took his shoes off, neatly placing them away and putting his slippers on.
it wasn’t particularly often that he had bad days, but he couldn’t exactly hide from them forever.
sure, he had a job he loved, putting all of his passion in it, but nothing really seemed to go right today. he found security and sense in his routines and yet somehow everything was misplaced or even missing today, throwing off his entire schedule.
but he was so glad to be home.
he couldn’t wait to fall into your arms and feel the weight on his shoulders disappear, letting himself be comforted by your warmth.
usually he’d come home and be greeted by you. you’d have some dinner together, either some leftovers or something one of you made (sometimes you prepared dinner together), and calmly let the day pass.
your shared apartment was more that just a few walls and furniture — it was his home, his safe place.
however, today he found you sitting in the living room, dressed in some jeans instead of the usual sweatpants. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“hey, love,” he greeted you with a warm smile, stepping closer to you, “you going out?”
oddly enough, you didn’t greet him cheerfully like you often did, instead only throwing a weak smile in his direction before looking down to your hands. “can we talk?” you immediately asked him with an almost timid voice.
“sure” kita sat down beside you, his entire body aching as he did so. he could only barely stop himself from letting out a relieved moan as he finally sat down again. grabbing your hand, he turned his entire attention to you. you were fidgeting, toes wiggling on the floor, as if you were anxious. “is everything okay? you seem distressed”
you took a deep breath before absentmindedly chewing on your thumb’s nail. as soon as you noticed however, you immediately brought your hand down, clenching it in your lap. your actions however only confirmed kita’s suspicion. you chewed on your lower lip for a moment before you decided to speak up. “it’s not. i- i need to tell you something,” you felt your heart race in your chest as you spoke, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. you quickly glanced over to kita, noticing the deep frown on his face and his tired, sunken eyes.
it was obvious that he had a hard day and here you were, only making it worse. could you really do that to him?
for a second you paused, before mentally shaking your head. no. you didn’t really have a choice, did you? you couldn’t just continue lying to him.
he deserved better.
“and i feel terrible for bringing it up now, but i don’t think this can wait any longer”
kita nodded slowly, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand slowly. “okay”
he patiently waited for you to begin, yet your mouth went completely dry.
just how were you going to say this to him? could you even do it?
you knew you had to – you didn’t have a choice.
but how could you hurt someone who never did anything to hurt you?
“hey, take a deep breath,” he mumbled to you, “whatever it is, it’ll be alright, i promise”
you clenched your jaw, turning your head away from him and squeezing your eyes shut.
just why did he have to be so damn understanding? why did he have to be so loving and caring?
why was he everything you ever wanted in somebody?
and why were you planning on breaking him?
“love? talk to me,” he spoke softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze after bringing it up to his lips and pressing a small kiss on it. “whatever it is, together we can work this out”
don’t do this. don’t be like this. just this one time.
you quickly shook your head, still not looking at him, when you felt your eyes getting teary.
“i don’t think we can work this out, shin,” you whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder, your voice would break.
before he could even reply, you turned to him, looking at him with teary eyes. “i think we should break up”
kita could only look at you, completely shocked.
was this supposed to be a joke?
no, you would never joke about things like that.
then why?
after way too many moments of silence, kita could still only bring himself to mutter one word. “why?”
you hated to see him like this. his eyes were wide in horror, if not even shock, as he looked at you completely confused. his hand, the same one that held yours so securely just a few minutes ago, was loose around yours, like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be touching you. his eyes, albeit wide open, looked more like he was staring right through you, not focusing on a single thing.
you hated this look on his face.
meanwhile kita felt like he couldn’t breathe, his thoughts running wild, filling his head with way too many concerns at once, before he managed to sort them, the next words spilling over his lips.
“did i do something wrong? did i hurt you?”
he looked so sad, so full of sorrow and guilt.
he couldn’t do anything to hurt you.
pressing his lips into a thin line he looked at your still intertwined hands, giving you a short, weak squeeze. he swallowed down a lump in his throat, looking down in shame before meeting your gaze again. “love, i’m so sorry”
how could he be sorry for something he never did?
“just tell me what it is and i promise i’ll do everything i can to fix it” he sounded so sure, like it was a fact that he was the one that did something wrong, that he had to make up for something, that he was the one at fault.
you were used to kita speaking with a matter-of-factly-tone, no matter what the actual subject matter was. but how could he be so convinced that he did something wrong? he— the one that always thought about the things he did, the one that always thought about what he said, the one that was always sure of what he did and always made sure to care for you, to love you.
and to never hurt you. and he never did.
but you had to hurt him.
you looked down on your intertwined hands, torn between the urge to give his hand a squeeze or pulling yours away. but could you really let him go? “no, shin, listen-,” you tried, only to have him jump in immediately, like he didn’t really hear you in the first place.
“and if you still want to do this, i’ll respect it, i promise. just please, let me do this,” he asked, no, begged, with a sad smile on his face.
it was safe to say that kita felt like you had just pulled the rug away under his feet. he felt lost, confused and most of all guilty. he had always tried to be the best version of himself for you, be the best partner he could possibly be— and even more than that.
did he slack off recently? did he forget an important date? did he neglect you?
“shin”
mentally he ran through the past days, weeks, months, the whole last years, analyzing pretty much everything he could remember. every time you fought, every dumb argument and heated discussion, every time his tone was a little off, every time he didn’t really understand just what you wanted from him and every small thing he might have forgotten. the days he forgot to ask you how your day was, the times he could only give you a short kiss before rushing out the door, the number of times he came home and simply wanted to go to bed, not having the energy to spend a lot of time with you after an excruciatingly hard day working.
was it all too much for you?
he rushed out the door one too many times, his tone was too sharp one too many times, he forgot to kiss you properly one too many times.
he couldn’t really blame you.
but was it really that? was it all of that? was it something else?
were you going to leave him hanging like this?
pressing his lips to a thin line, he forced himself to focus back to you. “at least tell me what i did wrong, please,” kita asked before lowering his head again, taking a deep breath to distract himself from his racing heart, blinking rapidly to get rid of the few stray tears in his eyes. “don’t just leave me like this”
you closed your eyes in shame, not wanting to look at kita so broken.
while he kept asking himself what he had done to you and why you never felt safe enough to talk to him about this, you asked yourself how you could do this to him.
a sad smile on your lips, you shook your head, still not daring to take your hand away from his, desperate to feel his warmth for as long as he would allow you to. “you didn’t do anything wrong, shin,” you whispered through the lump in your throat, your voice all hoarse, “nothing”
nothing?
his head shot up, looking at you with wide and teary eyes. “then why?”
and despite that he looked so calm and even resigned, like he wasn’t even going to protest as soon as you provided him with your reason.
now it was you who looked away, biting your lip as you stared on the floor. “i just,” you stopped, not even wanting to actually say it out loud and make it real. you didn’t want to believe it, much less say it. you still hoped that this was just a weird, long dream, one that you would wake up from and everything would be the way it was before.
you would wake up next to him and he would already be awake, greeting you with his deep morning voice, with a small and loving smile. you would simply mumble some greeting, still half asleep, and move over, putting your head on his chest. his hands would find their way on your back and your heart would skip a beat, your entire body filling with love.
but you haven’t woken up for multiple weeks by now. and you didn’t wake up now.
“i just fell out of love with you”
just like that, kita felt his heart stop in his chest, shattering into a million pieces.
you fell out of love with him.
he nodded slowly, spacing out.
so there was nothing he could do anymore, huh?
did he do too little for you? did he get too used to having you by his side? should he have been more attentive, take you out more, give you more flowers, more compliments and little gifts. he should’ve held you more, kissed you more, loved you more.
he should’ve been more.
maybe then you wouldn’t have fallen out of love with him.
“for how long have you been feeling like this?” he asked slowly, sounding almost shy, like he didn’t want to actually know.
and he truly didn’t.
for how long had he made you feel like this, for long did you feel like you had to stay in a relationship you didn’t want to be in solely because of him?
“i don’t know. for too long”
you knew exactly what thoughts were running in his head. you knew how he must be blaming himself, how he was trying to find any kind of fault in himself.
and there was nothing you could to to relieve him from this, even though none of this was his fault.
you doubted there was anybody at fault — and if there was, you were sure that it would be you.
you were the one that was breaking up with him, you were the one breaking his heart, you were the one that wasn’t perfect, unlike him.
he was always perfect. and that’s what hurt you so much.
he was the ideal partner — he was caring, loving, attentive. honest, loyal, open and always communicating. he was firm, but not strict or mean, never making you feel belittled. and if he did fuck up and do something wrong, he was quick to realize his mistake and apologize, willing to do everything to make up for it and change his behavior.
he was everything anybody could ever want.
and you were throwing him away just like so.
“okay,“ he whispered, nodding to himself before pulling his hand away, clasping his other one with it and putting them in his lap, taking his warmth away from you.
your fingers itched to reach out to him again, try to comfort him, protect him from the same pain that you inflicted on him. you clenched your jaw, clenching your hands into fists instead and digging your nails into your palm. “shinsuke, i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry”
“it’s okay,“ he breathed out, the corners of his mouth reflexively turning up for a second.
you shook your head, swallowing repeatedly. how was this okay or fair? and how could he even thing about comforting you when he was feeling like you were effectively ripping his heart out? “no”
“it is,” he replied immediately, a sad smile on his lips as he looked at you for a short moment. “you can’t choose how you feel, can you?”
you knew he was right — and yet that didn’t give you any comfort. instead, it only made your chest constrict in pain as you clenched your fist even more, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
“i never wanted to hurt you,“ you breathed out, voice so weak that you felt like you couldn’t speak up without starting to cry.
why were you the one crying?
“i know” kita smiled sadly at you, looking down at his feet.
silence settled over the two of you, both of you occupied with your thoughts, before you decided to speak again.
“i packed a few things and i’ll stay over at a friend’s house,” you started slowly, getting up from the couch and stepping away from him. “and, uh, look for a place”
kita didn’t look up at you (probably for the better, you didn’t think you could handle his teary face), instead only nodding slightly, playing with the fingers in his lap. “okay”
you left him sitting there, rushing into your once shared bedroom to pack some essentials into a bag.
as you grabbed some clothes, you tried to ignore your blurring vision and the heavy feeling in your chest.
you didn’t want to leave him behind like that as you were gathering your things to leave what has been your shared home for so long.
and yet you had to, you knew it was the best thing to do.
because staying with him would hurt him even more.
when you returned, kita was still sitting in the same spot, looking like he hadn’t moved an inch.
and truly, he didn’t — he felt paralyzed.
was he not good enough? where did he go wrong?
what could he have done to make you fall out of love with him?
he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, clenching his eyes shut, like that would stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.
you shook your head at the sight.
how he could just sit there and let you break his heart, just like that?
“why aren’t you mad at me? you should be yelling at me, cursing at me, anything!” you bursted out, your bag falling on the floor next to you. kita jumped as he heard your voice, turning his head to look at you. he expected you to look angry, irritated, anything but seeing you with tears running over your cheeks. “why are you just letting me break your heart?”
he swallowed thickly before giving you another comforting smile, like the tears on his face weren’t even there.
“it’s not your fault. you can’t choose who you love” he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly at his words. “and also not who you fall out of love with”
you looked over at him, looking him up and down before speaking again, your voice slightly agitated. “so? how can you just take it like that?” you asked, gesturing in the air.
how could he just sit there and do nothing?
“nothing i’ll say will change this, won’t it?” he simply stated, sounding resigned. he looked over at you, noticing how you stayed silent, proving his point. “that’s why”
contrary to how that might look, kita wanted nothing more than to fight this. he didn’t want to let you or this relationship go.
he didn’t want to let go of the lazy mornings or late evenings, the trips to the farmers market or the dates at bakeries or cafés, the warm cuddles or cooking dates.
but did he really have a choice?
“i don’t want this, i still love you. i can’t look at you leave, knowing that there’s nothing i can do,” he confessed, twiddling his thumbs as he spoke. “but i will respect your choice and i will not fight to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me anymore”
a pained, but warm smile appeared on his face again when he noticed the tears rolling over your cheeks. “it’s okay. i’m not going to yell at you and i’m not going to call you names or hurt you in any way for something you can’t control”
you swallowed, grabbing your own thigh and digging your nails into the fabric of your pants. you couldn’t even look at him.
you were such a coward.
“why do you have to be so understanding, even in this moment?”
he sighed softly. “you know why,” he whispered, feeling the tears in his how eyes again, “i cannot bring myself to be mad at you and i don’t think i’m able to give you what you want right now. i’m sorry”
he was too good for you. and you were everything he wanted.
“don’t be” you shook your head, trying to blink away the tears as you wiped over your cheeks. “it was dumb to even try to bring you to yell at me. even dumber to ask you to do this to make this easier on me” you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at yourself. “especially since i’m the one breaking up with you”
you scoffed at yourself before picking up your bag and finally walking towards the door, opening it with shaky hands.
and even though you had thought about this for weeks, way longer than you’d ever like to admit, you weren’t ready for a life without him.
“i’m sorry, shinsuke,” you croaked, still standing in the doorway with your back to him, “i really am”
“i know“ was all you heard before shutting the door behind you and walking away from your home, your relationship, him.
kita always strived for perfection and nothing less of perfection, not just finding comfort in it, but also believing that everybody deserved nothing but the best of him. and that belief has never failed him.
until now.
until he failed you.
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 29
brat taming - kita shinsuke x reader
word count: 681
warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing, slight degradation, domination, kita being hella assertive
kinktober masterlist
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Kita Shinsuke had a code.
He lived his life a certain way. A strict routine, repetition, a schedule he adhered to. There was a reason he was so meticulous in everything he did. He held himself to a high standard, and he expected that his actions would reflect said standard.
He also held you to a standard, and when you decided that you wanted to be a brat, he was more than willing to put you in your place and remind you how things need to be.
“Help me understand,” he murmured, voice almost inaudible due to your loud pants and whimpers. “What was going on in your head? What were you planning to achieve?”
You struggled in his grip again, though it was in vain considering the iron hold Kita’s arm had around your waist. His body served as your wall, steady and unwavering, holding you against him, your poor legs flailing on either side of his waist, trying and failing to squirm away from the rough fingers plunging in and out of you. Tears ran down your cheeks, the stimulation bordering on painful, yet Kita didn’t relent.
Everything about this was deliberate, as expected from someone like Kita. All the lights were on, a cool breeze was blowing in from the open window, covering your naked body with goosebumps. Kita was fully clothed, of course on purpose, making sure you felt that slight twinge of humiliation, a payback for how he had felt in front of his friends because you had been teasing him all night, leaving him with a very noticeable boner.
“And ya still won’t apologize.” He continued talking. “I’m surprised. See, I was sure ya knew better, sweetheart. Was sure I had taught ya better. I don’t tolerate bad behavior.”
You only continued to twitch and jerk, focused solely on the thick, calloused fingers moving inside you, burying knuckle-deep only to pull out, scraping your walls as he did, digging back in and hitting your g-spot until you cried out. It repeated, over and over, and you knew it wouldn’t stop. Not until you surrendered to him, until you apologized and admitted you were wrong. Kita had no problem continuing this constant torture, balancing you on the very edge but not letting you go over. And you didn’t know how long you could hold on to your stubborn refusal to give in to him.
“S-Shin…” You choked out, head lolling on his shoulder, hands fisting in his no longer well-ironed button up shirt.
“Hm?”
But you bit your tongue, feeling your useless pride stop you from apologizing. Kita sighed.
“Brat.”
He pulled his fingers out, drawing his hand back only to bring it forward with full force until it landed on your pussy with a resounding smack. You yelped, whole body jerking but once again unable to move away. Two more spanks followed until you were screaming, and then Kita buried his fingers in you once more.
“Now,” he began. “Wanna try that again?”
You weeped into his shoulder, a wet spot forming on the cloth there. It didn’t matter though, since his pants were already embarrassingly soaked by your juices.
“I’m sorry.” You gave in, wanting so badly to cum that you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry.” You spoke louder this time.
“Again.”
And you kept going, even as Kita’s fingers sped up and even as he pushed you to orgasm, your mouth blabbering over and over how sorry you were as you shook and released all over his hand, as you rubbed your naked chest against his and rode your high. Broken sobs of the word were still spilling from your lips as Kita laid you down, finally shedding his own clothes and nudging the tip of his cock against your wet, abused hole.
“What don’t I tolerate, sweetheart?” His lips brushed your ear, cock entering you inch by slow inch.
“B-bad behavior.” You managed to choke out, jaw dropping at the stretch his dick brought, despite being fingered into oblivion mere seconds ago. Kita hummed in approval.
“Good girl.”
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shoulmate · 2 years
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Suna's always been on the lookout for Kita Shinsuke's weakness.
Kita knows it. Suna knows he knows it. But the middle blocker insists the steadfast captain has a weakness.
Everyone does.
"Sunarin yer in fer a real treat today."
Suna rolls his eyes at the faux-blonde's haughty tone. "Yeah? Why's that."
"...'Cause." Atsumu throws an arm over the middler blocker's shoulder as they walk into the gym. "I heard a rumor that our senpai's senpais are in town."
"Why do I care?"
"Since ya weren't here when they stopped by last year..." Atsumu pushes off to dramatically walk away. "Guess yer just gonna hafta wait 'n' see."
Practice is practice and Suna's unimpressed with the people who sneak in and wave to the third years.
He mentally questions Atsumu's sanity--not for the first time--and goes about what's expected of him until break is called.
"Oh. My. GOD!" There's a shriek of enthusiasm that grates Suna's nerves as the visitors come down. From the corner of his eye he sees you launch yourself into Aran's arms. "O. Ji. Ro!"
The ace spins you around with a huge smile, hugging you back. "Hi!"
When he puts you down you lightly slap his biceps. "Look at you my little not-so-little-anymore wing spiker!"
He grins, playfully guarding himself from anymore of your excited hits. "Hey, come on, I'm the ace now!"
"Top five in the country, I know!" You beam at him until-- "OMIMI!"
Suna cringes at the pitch of your voice and expects the senior middle blocker to disregard you but he cracks a small smile and accepts your hug one-handedly.
"Oh my gosh," you shake him though he doesn't budge. "Look at all of you!" You turn your sights on the libero next who receives a hug that sends you both spinning, only staying up because of him. "Mygodd I've missed you all so much."
Akagi keeps an arm wrapped around your waist as a voice separates the crowd.
"It's nice to see you senpai."
"Kita," you grin keeping an arm over Akagi's shoulder, "I heard you made captain this year. Congratulations."
"Thank you very much." He bows his head. "But we're in the middle of practice," he scans you and the other alumni mingling among his team. "Perhaps we could properly catch up after."
Suna's about to tune out the rest of this conversation until he sees the smallest shift in your eyes. You're still grinning but there's a flicker of something darker as you say "I'm not surprised you run a tight ship. We don't mind waiting, after all we don't want to hurt your chances at making nationals."
You return to the stand quietly talking with the others and Suna gently bumps Atsumu on their way back to the court. "So? Who the hell is that?"
Atsumu smirks. "That was the manager for our captain's first year."
After practice the team decides to take the reunion to a cafe but there's a glaring absence.
"He said he'll catch up. You know him," Aran drops his voice. "He insists on doing his whole routine."
Suna turns in time to see you pat Aran's chest and murmur something that makes the ace sigh.
"If anyone can break him from his routine, it would be you." He waves off your smirk and walks on with the group. He catches Suna looking back. "You good?"
"I think I left my phone in my locker." He makes a point of patting his pockets and cursing under his breath. "I'll meet you guys at the cafe."
He doesn't wait for Aran to reply before strolling back to campus.
You're already out of sight.
 The gym’s dark when Suna slips inside but there’s a sliver of light from one of the equipment closets.
Like a shadow Suna crosses the courts and silently sidles up to the door getting as close as he dares.
“You’re doing well.” Your voice is friendly but Suna can still here that hint of something more. “I’ve heard through the granny-grapevine that you’ve become quite popular this year. Been getting a lot of confessions.”
“It’s all a matter of perspective.”
Suna leans closer, trying to peek through the crack and see what the two of you are doing. You’re absentmindedly tracing shelves while Kita wipes down volleyballs.
“Aren’t you going to ask me about uni?” Your voice drops and you slowly walk behind him, eyes following every subtle movement while he keeps his eyes on his work. “Come on Shin, don’t be like this...” You walk around the ball cart to face him. “Don’t ignore me.”
“I’m not ignoring you. I’m just not interested in catching up.”
“Really?” You circle the ball cart. “So you haven’t missed me?” 
He keeps his eyes down methodically wiping.
“Haven’t wondered anything about where I’ve been...” You’re watching him closely, fingers trailing the edge of the cart. “...What I’ve been doing?...”
“No,” he answers simply and Suna wonders if this is a lost cause, too; if you’re just like everything else that can’t get under the captain’s skin.
“So you’re not upset with me, then?” You’re approaching him again. “You’re completely indifferent to me being here--”
“You’re the one who left!”
Suna freezes, eyes bulging at the sharp snap of his captain’s voice.
You pause as Kita finally looks up, his normally calm features creased in frustration.
“Stop playing games,” he says forcefully and frowns. “You left and never looked back.”
Slowly exhaling through your nostrils your eyes trace the details of his face. “A rice farm.”
Kita looks as confused as Suna feels.
“Is that still your plan after graduation?” you ask. “To own a rice farm?”
“You...remember...” Kita’s brow dips incredulously and you sigh in frustration.
“Agricultural Business Development.” You slowly start closing the small distance between the two of you again. “That’s the major I chose, Shin...”
Suna can see understanding spread through his captain.
“I always planned to come home to you...” you murmur. You’re stalking toward him and Kita starts to back up, step-for-step, and when he bumps into a shelf you cage him in.
“I’m sorry I’ve left you for so long...but you’ve been waiting for me right, Shin?...” Kita’s eyes flutter closed as you lightly touch his hair and whisper “...my good boy?”
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noosayog · 11 months
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[Wedding Season] - ft. Kita Shinsuke
wc: 500
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“Kita?” you call from the bathroom. 
“Hmm?”
Your face feels a bit flush. “Can you please help me?” 
You hear the rustling of the bedsheets, probably Kita getting up. There’s the sound of his footsteps, muffled by the thin carpet, louder every time he takes a step closer until he’s right at the bathroom door. 
“What is it?” he asks. 
You make one last ditch attempt at pulling the zipper up, to no avail. 
Kita knocks once, calling your name in question. 
You open the door just enough to crane your neck out, holding your dress up by the neckline. “My zipper’s stuck.” 
He nods. “Let me help ya, then.” 
You step away from the door, turning your exposed back to him and clutching the top of your dress like a lifeline. 
When Kita steps in, he easily steps right up to you, splaying one of his large palms on your lower back, the other hand deftly pulling the zipper up. 
The affair couldn’t have lasted 3 seconds, but you felt every centimeter of the zipper close, each notch sealed together making your temperature rise a bit. When the zipper reaches the top, you exhale heavily and mumble a soft “thank you” at the floor. 
Kita however, does not step away. Instead he reaches the hand that was on the zipper around to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror. His other palm is still flat and steady on your lower back. 
“Ya look beautiful.” 
You gulp, positive he can feel it with his thumb and pointer finger under your chin and pinky grazing your jugular. 
“Kita,” you manage to whisper. 
Kita closes in, face coming in to drop a light kiss at your pulse point. Then he rises back up to his full height, only to firmly guide your jawline upwards and your head back to meet him for a kiss. 
You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his steady hold on your chin, the snaking of his forearm around your waist, and the solid press of his lips against yours. You feel his tongue slide against your closed lips once. You’re ready to open up for him, when he pulls away, tugging lightly on your lower lips as he goes. 
“Sorry,” he breathes out. 
You’re left staring at him in confusion. 
“I did not want to do this in the bathroom of the hotel. I was going to ask ya to dance after the ceremony, then ask ya to be mine. A little more romantic than this.” 
As you look into his eyes, still catching your breath, you see that he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looks quite pleased, content to keep one arm wrapped around your torso and the other under your chin to keep your eyes glued to his. 
It’s too much and you break eye contact, staring back at the floor, but giving him your answer in the way you press back harder against his chest and intertwine your fingers through the ones resting on your belly. 
You hear him laugh breathily in your ear, reading you like a book. It’s easy when you let him pull you by the hand and out the door. 
“Let’s go darlin’”
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doingitforbokuto · 4 months
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The White Knight - Prologue
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-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER
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Summary: As a princess, you are used to having knights around you to protect you. But what happens when the ones who are supposed to protect you fail? Is there still honor and love to be found in these times? And if you find it, can you keep it?
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Warnings: mentions of blood and death, not proofread, idgaf about historical accuracy
The sound of swords clashing still rung in your head. The whole night it had kept you awake. It simply didn't seem to fade, even thought it had already been two weeks since the fight in your father's throne room. The fight that had started because of you. The fight that had claimed yet another one's of your knight’s lives. Would this ever end? 
Sitting in front of your breakfast, you poked your fork at the food on your plate, but no appetite arose in you. All you could think about was your knight's blood spilling from his neck as he fell to your feet. All because two of your suitors wanted to fight for your favor and he had tried to separate them. As if brutality would win you over. As if he was supposed to leave your side. 
It seemed like no one was concerned with what you wanted, not even the knight who had pledged his whole live to you didn't seem to understand that running head first into a fight for you was the last thing that you wanted. But they all seemed like that. All of your knights had been good fighters but all of them were too hot-headed to know when to jump into a fight and when to leave the sword in the sheath. All of them had died in the name of protecting you. How many more knights would you have to go through, how many more would you have to see dead in front of you? How many more night would you have to lay awake because the image of their blood covered corpse didn't leave your mind? 
“Princess?” One of your maids had entered your room and pulled you out of your thoughts. 
“Yes?” 
“Your father has summoned you. Apparently he wants to choose a new knight for you.” 
You furrowed your brows. Why would he consult you on this matter? He always picked one and then assigned them to you without asking if you were alright with this random man following you around all day and night. Why now? 
“He is waiting for you in the courtyard, princess,” she said since you didn't move. 
“Yes, yes of course.” You got up and took the coat she handed to you. 
At your door, one of your father's guards waited for you. In the time between your old knight's death and the assignment of a new one, one of his personal guards always looked after your safety. He seemed like a good knight, one you didn't mind having by your side. But sadly, he was already sworn to protect his king, not you. Soon, he would return to his old duties and you would be left with a knight who would give you even more nightmares. 
“Ah, y/n, there you are!” Your father beamed at you from across the courtyard where he was awaiting you. 
By his sides there were two of his guards, knights you have known for quite a while now. In front of him, however, was a line-up of men you had never seen before, all dressed in their armor. 
“Father,” you gave a small courtesy and waited for him to speak up again, ans he did. 
Gesturing towards the knights in front of him, he said: “And, what do you think?” 
You were confused. Did he put together a whole army of knights for you? Surely, that was a bit too much. You raised an unsure eyebrow at him.
“Well, which one do you want? As your knight?” 
“I.. I get to chose him?” It probably wasn't the best first impression to give your potential knights, a young woman unable to make her own decision, who is used to being patronized by her father. That wasn't you. Or at least, it wasn't all the time. You had your own life while your father attended his royal duties, had duties of your own, made decisions of your own, but when your father put his foot down and decided “what's best for you”, there truly was nothing you could do about it. He was the king, after all. And you were, though a princess, just a young woman at court. What say could you possibly have? 
“Well, it seems that the last ones weren't a good.. fit for you. But these knights have all been recommended to me and traveled here from the castles of my friends. I thought perhaps you'd have a better feel for who would be a good pick. So, go ahead.”
No, you weren't used to being asked to pick a knight instead of just having one presented to you. But now that you could pick one, you had to pick one that would not get himself killed at the first sight of a sword being drawn. You had to be smart about this. 
Straightening your back you stepped forward, hands clasped in front of you as you bore your eyes into theirs. There were maybe twelve men in front of you, some looked back at you with confidence that seemed to burst out of them, some avoided your eyes and some looked back at you with an expression you could not read. 
“Which ones of you have seen combat before?” 
All of them rook a step forward. 
“Outside of your training grounds and alley fights. Which ones of you have been to battle?” 
This time, not even half of them stepped forward. Of course, most of these knights that were held in such high regard were actually some coddled, high born lords who got the honor of being a knight by being liked by their uncle or some other important lord, not because they actually deserved it. At least that made your decision easier. Now, instead of choosing between all of them, you only had to pick between five contestants. 
Then, you let them quickly recount the biggest battle they had been a part of. Of course, all of them boasted about how many men they killed, how brutally they claimed their victory and how blood stained their swords were. All of them - except for one. A knight whose eyes were trained on you but revealed just the tiniest glimmer of sadness as he recollected a bloody battle at the end of a long siege. His white hair with tips of black moved in the soft breeze. Unlike the others, he avoided describing the gruesome deaths of his friends and opponents alike, simply stating the order of events. 
“When we first arrived, I was fighting side by side with Lord Abbott, but we got separated when we made our way into the castle. I led the attack on the walls of the castle while he secured the inside. The people in the castle and the city had been suffering because of our siege and while some fought against us with rage and fury, others were too weakened to fight. Many men lost their lives that day.. many good men. Both on our side and on the enemies. It was a hard fight and I am lucky to have come out of it alive.” 
The yard fell silent after his little speech. The other knights already had a glimmer of triumph in their eyes - he hadn't even spoken about all of his kills and skills! But something about the way that he spoke, the calmness in his voice reassured you that he was a better knight than all of them combined. 
“Are you scared to die?” You looked at him more intensely, trying to read his mind, trying to see what he was thinking. 
For just a split second, his eyes widened and he seemed unsure of what to say. He was doing what you were doing: Trying to read you. 
A few seconds both of you stared at each other, trying to feel the other's thoughts. 
“I am, princess. But that does not stop me from doing my duty.” 
“No,” you said, a smile slowly forming on your face. “It won't stop you.” Taking a step forward, you stretched out your hand for him to take. 
Immediately, he took it, averting his eyes and kneeling in front of you like you were sure he was told to do. 
“Now, might I know the name of my future knight?” 
His brown eyes rose up to you and in them you saw something you had never seen before. Not just loyalty and bravery - but devotion as well. Devotion to you and to the cause of protecting your life, even if it would cost him his. Not because he wanted to be a hero, but because he wanted you to live. 
“Kita, princess. My name is Kita Shinsuke.” 
-> Next Chapter
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kitasgloves · 1 month
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"Like Real People Do"
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— ♬ "Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"
— ♬ Kita x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, deity! reader, deity x human, no beta
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Solace and stillness brought by the forest kept loneliness at bay for Kita Shinsuke. His life within the sacred forest was anything but eventful. Having lived in this forest ever since the passing of his grandmother, Kita doesn't expect anything exciting to happen. He has learned to appreciate the humble and quiet lifestyle in these enchanting woods.
"The gods are always watching"
Kita's grandmother often told him that, especially when he was younger. He grew up within civilization but had constant opportunities to visit his grandma in her house in the forest. He'd often help her clean the house, the same house he's living into this day. He recalled his grandma's belief in gods and deities residing in the forest, she told him tales and reminded him of the gods' power and how they rule the forest. Back then, it sounded fascinating, especially to the younger mind. But Kita wasn't a kid anymore and he hardly believed in superstition.
Every day began and ended like clockwork. Kita would wake up before sunrise, and make himself breakfast before checking on his farm. After tending and harvesting his crops, he'd check on his livestock and feed the animals. Then lunch approached and he'd eat. Afterward, Kita would do some cleaning around the house before cooking dinner. Once dinner was finished, he'd do some reading and then head out to the nearby river to bathe. He'll crawl to his bed after. Every day seemed like nothing was new and Kita has grown to get used to it.
However, odd things began occurring in the forest. It began with a flock of crows crying within the trees, it was unusual since there were rarely crows in the forest. Then his farm animals started to behave weirdly like they were anxious about being hunted down as they cowered in their shelter. A large sum of Kita's crops began dying, and his remaining rice and vegetables went dry even though he had watered them yesterday. Then in the evening, when he bathed in the river before bed, Kita could feel like something was watching him.
Everything escalated to finding dead critters around his house and finding his farm animals dead. Suddenly, all of his crops died and he was so flabbergasted. Kita couldn't think of a logical explanation for all of this. Later that evening he couldn't even bathe in the river, paranoid of the pair of eyes watching him. In the following days, he grew stressed trying to restore all of his crops and livestock. Today, he decided to go out and hunt an animal for food, something he hadn't done in a while.
As he ventured through the forest and knew all the routes like the back of his hand, he came across a clearing with a figure at the center. Kita froze as his eyes wandered at the strange figure clawing at the dirt. You were dressed in white and radiant under the afternoon sun. You stopped digging and whipped your head towards him. Air died in his lungs as he gazed at the ethereal being, your [Eye Color] orbs were glimmering and their skin looked softer than silk. Suddenly, you rose to your feet and ran through the forest. Kita wanted to follow after but he finds himself stuck in place like a statue.
He kept thinking about the encounter until the evening as he finished eating the deer he had hunted. That hauntingly beautiful face plagued his mind and drew curiosity. For all his life, Kita believed only he resided in this forest, so imagine his surprise to find someone else in the woods. He wasn't sure what he thought about it, was he delighted or concerned? Kita gathered up the courage to return to the river to bathe, when he entered the water, he could feel those eyes on him again. He rushed to finish washing himself before speeding back to his home.
That night as he lay on his bed, he had a thought. However, it was scary. About that night, were you the one watching him the entire time? Were you the cause of the misfortune of his crops and livestock? Why were you digging? What did you bury? Those questions lingered for a while until sleep came. The following day, Kita decided to go hunting again, because he needed food since he was still replanting his crops and his livestock was critically low. But he thought about seeing you again.
He caught a few wild animals before approaching the clearing. His heart skips a beat upon seeing you standing alone, still wearing white and shining bright as the sun. He takes one step forward, then another, and another. Trying to come closer cautiously. You sensed his presence but gently turned your head. Kita completely stops, he's entranced by your stare. It was piercing and enchanting like the forest. You and him gazed at each other for a while until Kita finally found his voice to speak.
"Who are ya?"
You blinked for the first time but didn't pull your eyes away. There was silence and Kita knew you weren't going to answer. He figured that he would not ask you where you came from and neither should you. Because it seemed like Kita and you belonged in this forest, fated to cross paths down the line. After a long period of just gazing at each other, you make a move by approaching him. When you were close enough, you reached for his right cheek. Kita shivers at your magnetic touch.
"You're...a human"
You spoke for the first time, your voice was melodious. Kita gulped and nodded, he had never felt this nervous but eager at the same time.
"How long have you been in this forest?"
"Since I was a child"
"Oh, you've lived here for a while now, human"
"Yes, I did. How about ya? How long have ya been in this forest?"
Kita asked and suddenly you smiled. Your smile put a pause to his heartbeat and a hitch in his breath. It looked sweet as nectar and softer than a flower petal. Then you pulled away your hand from his cheek. His skin monetarily mourns for the loss of contact.
"I have been here before time, before the beginning"
"...I'm assumin' ya ain't human"
"Clever human. Tell me your name"
"Kita Shinsuke. How 'bout yers?"
"How about I tell you later if you take me to your home?"
You were so captivating that Kita found it impossible to say no. You follow him to his humble home, and he watches you trace the walls with your finger. You seemed out of place, a beauty like you should belong in pearl-colored castles surrounded by riches beyond attainment. 
"Your house is lovely"
"Thanks, it was my grandma's"
"Hm, what is her name?"
"Yumie Kita"
"Oh, her! Sadly, she has passed. The gods have adored her since she was a child"
"Ya know her...?"
"Of course, I watch upon this forest. I'm always watching"
Then your glowing eyes rested upon his again. Then it made sense. Everything became crystal clear for Kita. It was hard to believe that deities existed in his forest, everything his grandmother had told him turned out to be true. He wasn't sure if he was amazed or relieved, but his face turned pink at the thought of you watching him while he was bathing at the river.
"...Were ya the one watchin' me bathe at the river every night?"
"Oh!"
Your cheeks turned red like a rose in spring, he finds himself chuckling. He reassured you that it was okay. He finds it amusing that he manages to make a deity like you flustered. He shows you his farm next, and he explains how his crops and livestock died. You apologize to him saying you might have unwillingly contributed to the loss. He says it was fine but you surprise him by bringing his crops and livestock to life with a simple wave of your hand. You stuck with him until evening when you bid farewell, saying you have to take care of your duties. Kita hesitates.
"Will I see ya again?"
"Tomorrow, Shinsuke"
And he smiles at your answer. You went to grant him a delicate peck on his cheek before fading into the night. As he lays to sleep after bathing in the river, he anticipates your return. True to your word, you appear in front of his home, seemingly waiting for him to wake up. You looked heavenly. He finds it absurd that a deity like you would be interested in spending time with him. Nonetheless, you followed Kita everywhere as he did his daily tasks.
"I've been watching humans for centuries but it's the first time I've encountered one. It's very thrilling to see you up close"
"Why did ya wanna stay with me?
"You're the most interesting human I've ever seen"
"I am?"
"So much, my dear"
Kita could hear his heart pounding against his ears, it felt dangerous. To fall victim to your godly charms ties his insides into knots, and yet he finds the thrill of it. You kept visiting him and following him around every day in the forest, you and he would have endless conversations until sunset when you two would part ways. But you always fulfilled your promise to return before sunrise. Everything fell into a new routine for Kita.
He'd wake up and find you at his door, he'd invite you in where he'll serve breakfast. He doubts a deity like you needed food but you always ate his cooking. You'll follow him to his farm where he tended to his crops, he finds the harvest beyond prosperous thanks to your godly powers. He'd feed his livestock where he'll find you playing with the animals, his heartstrings were pulled by the sight every time. You and he would share lunch and afterward, you'd help him clean around the house, and you'd assist in laundry and cooking too. Kita thinks you'd blend in perfectly with humans if it weren't for your godly aura. It was after dinner when you always said goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin-chan"
"Have a good evenin', [Name]"
You smile as you retreat between the trees. You gifted him your name a day after your first encounter with him. You insist that he calls you casually and he should disregard your status as the deity of the forest. One warm afternoon, Kita cut watermelons as he shared them with you during lunch. Both of you were sitting on his front porch, viewing the beauty of the forest. He looks over and sees you already seeing him with a half-eaten watermelon slice.
He knows that look. Eyes always seeking. And Kita was naturally curious. Was there someone that dug long ago? But he will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way he already knows. Instead, he leans closer until your shoulders touch. He meets your eyes.
"Shinsuke?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever fallen in love with someone before?"
"No"
"Oh..."
Silence followed after. He can sense you were disappointed by his response, but what he has told you was the truth. He hasn't fallen in love with anyone before, it was only now did he realized these harboured affections and emotions with you. Kita sighs and reaches to place his hand on top of yours, you look at him with hope glimmering in your eyes.
"Why did'ya ask?"
"Well, I'm just curious about what humans do when they fall in love"
"Do gods not fall in love with each other?"
"Rarely"
"Hm. We humans do unpredictable things when we're in love"
"Such as?"
"Breakin' rules, challengin' fate, and even burnin' the world"
"How terrifying..."
"But, humans mostly kiss each other when they fall in love"
Kita thinks his ears are playing tricks on him when he hears your breath hitch. You lean closer to him where he can feel your breath on his face, the perfect proximity for a kiss. But he doesn't lean down just yet.
"They kiss?"
"Do ya know what I kiss is?"
"Of course, I do!"
"So, what's the point of askin' me all of this?"
"I'm just curious if..."
"If...?"
"If you'd want to kiss with me?"
You looked timid as you peered up at him through your luscious eyelashes, it looked so precious that Kita almost clutched his chest. You waited patiently, rather anxiously, for his reply. Kita has taken into consideration the consequences if he decides to share his first kiss with you. Will the gods punish him? Will they banish him into the pits of hell to be subjected to torture? But he'll have the chance to feel your sweet lips on his lips, Kita knew it would feel heavenly. And he thinks hell would be worth it if it means he'll be in heaven with you even for a brief moment.
Kita leans forward, he feels you freeze under his hand. With a shut of your eyes, Kita's lips landed on yours. It remained still for a few seconds until he felt your lips move experimentally with him, he smiled. His hand cups your cheek before he deepens the kiss. You move your lips along with his in a gentle waltz. Kita hears you moan softly into the kiss as you press your body close to him. He pulls away after to catch his breath and you look at him, beyond starstruck.
"Shinsuke that was..."
"Amazin'? It's written all over yer face, dear"
"Can we do this again?"
"We can do it all the time, whenever ya like"
Suddenly, you leap into his arms and pull him into a tight embrace. Kita feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon with hands intertwined, sharing smiles and trading sweet sayings. After dinner where you two would normally part, he finds your eyes on his, expectedly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin. Let's kiss again"
"Why not now?"
"Really? We could?"
"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"
Instaineously, you jumped into him and placed your sweet lips against his in a tender kiss before you said goodbye. You and him part only to reunite the following day to share a kiss again, even the day after, and the day after that. Until the rest of the year, Kita has spent his time kissing you like real people do and he couldn't ask for more.
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OUT IN THE FIELDS
pairing: (farmer!husband) shinsuke kita x (pregnant!wife) female!reader
warning: not proofread
word count: 424
DNI/BYF
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A refreshing chill breeze passes by causing the grass to sway slightly to one side as you enjoy the gorgeous sunlight. You sit on the wooden porch protected under the shade that gives you a full view of the fields. Your hand gently rubs your baby bump as you divert your eyes to your working husband. Kita is out there cutting away some weeds that disturb the plants around it. A smile curls up, you're just so thankful for all that you have. You lived in the loud hustling city with stress always looming above your head. Now you don’t have to worry about any of that as the countryside wraps you with joy and comfort. After marrying Kita, you moved. It was definitely difficult adjusting but it's nothing you cannot handle now.
Once you were all adjusted, the next step to your lives began. It was only a month or two when you discovered that you were going to be having a baby. Kita was beyond proud and honored to be the father of your child. He broke the news to everyone. His grandma was crying, she was so, so very heartfelt that she lived long enough to witness this moment. She hugged you, cradled you as she promised to help take care of you as well as the baby. Oh how the water works did their magic. Some of Kita’s teammates even came along to bring some gifts to congratulate the two of you. You’ve made some small talk about who the godfather was going to be and there was no better choice than Aran. This man cried, literally crying his eyes out as he hugged you two. He vowed to be the greatest godparent he can be. The twins brought plenty of things, so much so that it filled an entire room of the house. Suna bought the most expensive gifts that you could afford at the moment. A stroller worth ¥752,340.00 and a cradle worth 451,488.00.
Jaws were dropping as you tried to decline such expensive purchases. Yet everyone seemed to be on the same page for you to accept it. The money doesn't matter to them. Not when you have become one of the most important people to these men's lives. So much love to be shared around. This was pure bliss. A life where you can peacefully watch your beloved child grow around his father, great grandma, uncles and godfather. There’s nothing more you can ask for than to keep this harmony going forever.
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