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torhues · 1 year

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kita shinshuke.

w. bittersweet, yet still sweet, dare i say

kita thinks he has lived enough.

it's december of twenty-twenty-two, almost new year, almost twenty-twenty-three, the numbers which felt like distant future around forty years ago. he has seen decades change, he's far too familiar with seasons, a little too well versed with minute climate changes to assume the weathers. things are new and unfamiliar and yet, oddly comforting. there are wrinkles on his body, white hair shining like silver on his head under the sunlight; kita is old, he's seventy-two, the younger you wouldn't believe.

time flows like water because it feels like just yesterday, kita had met you. as if it has only been a day since he accidently took his english notebook before test, just a day since you asked him for an answer during the exam, just a day since he cheated for the first time in his life; and it wouldn't be an overstatement to say, he felt like a criminal. even though it was you who poked his back with your fingers, whispering the question you needed the answer to, kita felt equally responsible.

things took a turn when he met you because you bought him taiyaki as a thank you gift for helping you during the test and for some odd reason, kita felt content. the second first thing he did with you was skipping school to attend music festival at a local stadium; the third one was going to the rooftop which was prohibited by the school premises; fourth one being, stealing flowers from a nursery because it was your birthday and he forgot to buy gifts, neither did he have money; and the fifth, kissing you in the classroom after the classes were empty.

kita had shared his firsts with you, from good things to bad, breaking rules, reforming them according to his preferences, in a way that made him feel better, told him that it was okay to let loose at times.

it feels like just yesterday, he asked you out for a date after saving up money for two months, not because his family was financially unstable, but because he didn't tell anyone about his relationship since he didn't know if it's okay to do so, because he wanted to buy tickets to meiko hirota's concert that you'd been dying to attend, because he wanted to take your responsibility from the very first day. it's as if just yesterday, you both were given extra home-work for passing chits in class, just yesterday since his eyes had started diverting to you during lessons instead of the board, just yesterday when kita cried the night you left for college and just yesterday, he felt like he could breathe again when you came back to him, saying studies didn't feel right.

it feels like just yesterday, kita married you at twenty-five.

he didn't believe the moment when you walked down the isle, when he slipped a ring onto your finger, when you looked like the prettiest version of yourself. kita didn't believe what has happening until he got home with his hands in yours, and yours lips against his, and his heart in your hand, with nothing to worry about. he dreamt about spending his entire life with you, and his dream was in front of him, in his hands. kita didn't believe in anything except the moment you said i love you in front of the moon peeping through your curtains and spirits of old lovers dancing in the air.

life felt like the romance novels he read to you on afternoon that were laced with laziness. walks through the sunflower fields resonated of a fever dream, where his hands were intertwined with yours, and the world would reduced to nothing. tiny dates, bunch of flowers— the first thing in the morning, a kiss shared on the benches by the bus stops, long walks up the town, picking grapes, sunsets by the bridges, names carved in the barks of trees, it felt as if you both never grew out of your old highschool love story.

time flows like water, because it feels like just yesterday, he held his son in his arms for the first time and today, kita is a grandfather to two daughters. years passed, the pace of your lives changed, but he still loves you like the very first day. pictures from his golden days that hung up on the wall never let him feel like he has grown old and is no longer able to go on day-long dates with you, because it feels like just yesterday, kita met you, and he has his whole life in from on him to spend with you, even with an IV, even next to a heart monitor, even when he has you next to him 'round the clock, telling him that you love him and having him say it back until when you couldn't hear it back anymore.

kita once asked you if it was fair for him to leave first, if you felt alright because he is leaving you alone, and you said there was nothing unfair about it because you promised to stay with him for his entire life, and you are living up to it. and it feels like just yesterday, you both celebrated your first wedding anniversary.

he would've stayed longer but kita has lived enough. he doesn't have anything left to do, no undone tasks, no loose ends. you're sitting next to him with your hands still intertwined with his because they don't want to let go. kita doesn't have any regrets because it feels like just yesterday, he fell in love with you and tomorrow, in some other life, he would fall for you all over again.

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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Hi Pea! To help with Writer's block, how about “Did I just say that out loud?” with either Kita from Haikyuu or Mikey from Tokyo Revengers?

strawberry lips

ㅡkita shinsuke is distracted by your lips

the temperature rises as mid summer crawls. one can only get used to the heat. even the prim and proper perfect boy, kita shinsuke, is sweating under the excruriating sun.

you invited him to refreshen yourselves by eating ice cream under a heritage tree near the patch he's working onㅡhe should thank you for that because even though he profusely refused to eat cold sugar and milk (as he describes), he seems to enjoy his scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"we should travel outside Hyogo before the end of the year." you impulsively propose, dragging your tongue at the side of your strawberry popsicle.

"to where?" he says looking at a point ahead.

"i don't know. maybe Tokyo? Hokkaido? Kyoto? what's your call?" you twist your neck to look at him.

"i don't know either. i have crops to take care of. what's with the sudden plan?" kita finally meets with your eyes.

as if without control, his vision spots your redden lips. the popsicle ice cream you are eating must have been loaded with artifical strawberry flavoring and pink dye to have your lips appear akin to the popsicle you're holding. to say the least, he's distracted. albeit, your voice snaps him back to look at you in the eyes.

"aren't you bored here? i want to travel!" your teeth claws the edge of the popsicle ice cream before biting into it. kita watches as a chunk falls on the base of your tongue as your mouths moves in rhythm.

"no, i'm fine with grandma." kita responds rather quickly, tearing his eyes from your strawberry lips. he clears his throat.

"i'm sure grandma is bored too. maybe we should invite her along!" your distance with him decreases as you anchor your arm to side where he is sat. by instinct, kita whips his head to you.

your eyes shimmer in excitement and he could already tell that you're imagining a vacation with them in your head but temptation lingers like a demon on his shoulder. an entirely different image consumes his mind.

you suck on the bottom part of the ice cream to prevent it from melting on your fingers. drawing back, you tongue rolls on your lips then to the corners to collect jews of ice cream as you innocently stare and wait for him to respond.

how could he not notice the curve and edges of your lips before? years of being his friend yet he's clueless how plump and soft they are. he wonders how it feels when he grazes the pad of his thumb over it.

do you wear make up? maybe he should give you a lipstick of the same shade for christmas and perhaps, even without eating an ice cream, he'll get to see this accentuated pair of alluring lips. completely enthralled by your mouth, kita shinsuke loses his grip on reality. a rare sight for a man who has his life in order.

"you have beautiful lips." he says, eyes locked on your mouth. suddenly you're hyperaware that he's staring at you. on the other hand, he's entranced and at sea, unaware of his actions.

"t-thanks." you stutter at the same time looking away. your heart hammers against your chest like it's about uncage from your ribs. he has never gazed at you like this before and he isn't the type to spurt compliments based on physical looks. he praises you through your skills at work, your intellect, or your kindness but never with the way you look.

kita is brought back to earth as he repeatedly blinks at you. then, he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"for what?" he asks. a pair of deep amber eyes peer at you in wonder. "you're thanking me for what?" you blink back.

what the heck?

you swallow in air. your cheeks feel hotter than the summer day's heat. repeating what he said is even harder than accepting it. "you said my lips look beautiful."

"did i just said that out loud?" kita's lids peel and his eyes round.

"so, you were..." you fix your eyes at his bewildered face. you continue in a hushed tone. "you were thinking of it?"

his answer didn't need words. his bloomed face and the sudden whip his head forward is enough.

he was thinking of it.

you don't know what to do with this information but one thing is for sure, as summer day's heat hits its peak it melts the wall that remains the two of you stuck on the borders of a platonic relationship.

dealing with writer's block, thank goodness i kept all reqs sent eons ago. welp, i hope you guys enjoyed this drabble. as always i didn't proofread this rbs and likes are very much appreciated. bye!

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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Hi can i order mellow carnation + kita + 17 + mami (hush let me live my dreams xD)/love + zack tabudlo nangangamba. Thank u.

Shuta ang creative nyo sa mga events! I'm so jelly! Also this is so exciting! Wishing u all luck for this event!

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚 (𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝)

♡ contains: 976 words. friends to lovers, unrequited but not actually, light angst to fluff

♡ summary: With every tug of the rope from the other side, you let yourself fall, you let yourself lose – if it means making Kita happy and unaware of your feelings then you don't regret anything.

♡ end note: I forgot to use the petname 💀 (lmao i just posted this now bcos I'm so lazy)

Avoidance is the better option, for now that is.

Simply turning the other way, diverting your gaze and trying to avoid confrontations with him is just a temporary solution to a problem that will soon be permanent.

Hide and seek was one of the childish games you used to love and play with as a kid — funny, you're using those skills in real life now.

Hiding behind the classroom doors, making yourself tiny and unnoticeable amidst the bustling crowd, dashing to get to the other building in order to avoid him, to avoid your friend.

It's strange those skills you learned were still lacking, that after your years of practice, mastering the art of stealthing – you'll still be found, would still be the ‘sore loser’ in this kind of game.

That after all the barricades you throw yourself into, in the end it's of no use, because with just one call you're weak, with one look at him you'll be easy to give in – when Kita calls out your name, you'll be defeated again.

With his dull brown eyes, drooping with exhaustion, you found yourself being submerged into nothingness once again. Sinking into distress, anxiety and fear once more – a never ending cycle once you look at those eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n? Did I do something wrong?” he starts, sunken eyes still fixated on yours, still staring at your soul.

His palms are soft against your trembling wrist, if he wasn't focused on your face he would've noticed that you're shaking, from fear or from the adrenaline of running – it's unidentifiable.

Tilting your head to the side, mustering the final restraint to keep your facade: “You didn't do anything wrong, I'm just busy these days.”

“You’re lying”

In any other day you hoped that Kita notices your every movement, every little changes, the minor details you do – craved for his attention on you always, to look and notice you only, but now you're begging for him to not be observant, to bury those words just the way it is now and just dig for it some other time.

Seems like that won't be happening.

“Tell me why are you avoiding me, have I made you uncomfortable? Did I do something to offend you? Did I unconsciously—”

“No”

“Then tell me the reason” he pleads, with his hands gripping your wrist, so tight that you could feel your chest tightening yet loose that you could feel him slip away with just one wrong move.

“Please”

Please, tell me so I can understand.

Would risking be the better solution?

Avoidance seems to be out of the choices.

Should you just risk it and let fate play what it wants or should you just run and find a better place to hide, start another game of hide and seek?

Please Y/n, I don't want to lose you like this, I don't want for us to drift away without doing anything.

Conscience really does play a huge part in a human’s nature.

“I-i just thought I can't be your friend anymore, I don't want to be just your friend.”

For a second you contemplate whether to finish it or not, finish the sentence and then what? Ruin your friendship.

Leaving it just like that? Also ruining your friendship.

“I think I like you Kita and I just don't know what to do, so I thought if I avoid you and won't see you again maybe my feelings would be gone… but it didn't”

Aside from hide and seek, this whole thing is like playing tug of war; with you on the other side and Kita on the opposing side.

Putting all of your strength and effort into tugging the rope while he does the same — there's three outcomes: you lose and fall flat, you win but he'll fall, or it'll break and both of you would fall.

At first you find losing to be a better alternative, find him laugh without ever knowing that anxiety cripples your heart and mind, find him smile at you without knowing how much it loses your breath, find him be the man you could never have while you cower in defeat.

Truly it's the lamest option, but what else can you do, what else is there?

Be selfish and win the game but watch him walk away from you? That's much worse.

“It’s fine if you don't feel the same, I wasn't expecting you to–”

“Who told you I don't feel the same way?”

Kita releases your wrist, catches your hands and guides it to his face – that look in his face that you loved resurfaces, glimmering with utmost bliss, corners of his lips reaching his ears, you're afraid his cheeks will fall off.

“I like you too” his sincerity radiates through you, engulfing you in his arms with such gentleness that it felt unrealistic.

“I also felt scared telling you so I didn't say anything but the others told me to confess.” his breathing lulls you, heaving up and down – this still feels like a dream, everything is.

His arm on your waist, the other resting on your cheek, his lips pressed on your crown – time felt unmoving.

“I like you y/n, promise me you won't avoid me again” if everything is a dream, then, would staying be alright?

Would living in this fever dream mean you committed a crime? Then if so, you're willing to be a sinner.

You're more than happy to commit a crime if it meant staying in his warmth.

“I promise.”

The whole thing is still a mess, everything; from the confession, the reciprocation of feelings, the evasion – everything still seems to be lacking, still unclear and yet the silence and warmth is enough for now.

Everything seems to be clear when he's near, maybe for now, this would be a better explanation.

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lexinympho · 2 years

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"Happy birthday!"

Shinsuke opened his eyes to see a small cake in front of him, likely placed there while his eyes were closed, with the phrase 'Happy Birthday Shinsuke' written with icing. The few candles lining the edge of the confectionery were small but burned bright as they provided light in the darkness of the kitchen.

"Sorry it's not much," you spoke as his eyes flickered up to you pulling at the hem of your shirt, "I know I could've just bought a cake, but I really wanted to make one myself. It's more special, y'know? I didn't know how big I should've made it, it's just you and me but maybe you wanted something bigger. I wasn't sure how to go about icing it, so-"

"I love it."

You paused your drawn out explanation at the sound of his voice, looking away from the table to see the soft smile that found its way onto his face, effectively squashing down your worries with those three simple words. You nearly feel the words 'are you sure' force their way out of you on impulse, but you reel them back in after reminding yourself that Shinsuke's never been the type to say something just to make someone feel better.

There's also the fact that he's staring at the cake as though it's the greatest thing he'd ever seen all day.

You take a seat beside him and began singing the age old song, clapping so that your shaky voice isn't the only thing to be heard. He seems to be enjoying the performance regardless of the added claps, swaying the slightest bit with you and stopping once you near the end, "...happy birthday to you~" You don't notice how hard he's staring at you until you finish singing and can't help the bashful smile that creeps up on you as you direct his attention to the cake, "Blow out the candles and make a wish already!"

"I already have everything I could wish for though," he delivered with confidence and an unwavering gaze.

"Shin!" You speak through a laugh, "The wax is melting."

"Guess I should get on that, huh?" He closes his eyes despite saying not even 10 seconds ago that he didn't need to wish, then proceeds to blow out the candles and permeate the room with a nostalgic smoky scent.

You're quick to grab a knife and plate after standing to turn the lights back on, anxious to get his opinion on the cake's flavor. "I'm kind of glad the boys didn't come, they're like bottomless pits when it comes to food," you remarked amusingly while cutting a slice for him.

"The twins especially," he joked with you before saying contentedly, "But this is nice too, just the two of us."

"Not even with Granny?"

"Well I would've appreciated her company but she said she was feeling tired."

"Right," you responded as you handed him his own plate of the plain vanilla cake you slapped together with love.

"And," he grabbed your now free hand to kiss your knuckles before saying, "I spent plenty of birthdays with my family, so of course I'm gonna want to spend one with you for once."

"...Well aren't you a real romantic," you mumble without the faintest trace of malice, far too flustered by his flirtatious habits tonight to think straight.

"You baked me a cake, the least I could do is show my appreciation," he said as a matter-of-fact.

"The least you could do is actually taste it before you go thanking me so much." You gently pull your hand away, already missing his warmth, and say, "Go ahead and critique me."

Sensing your eagerness, Shinsuke picks up his fork and carves out a piece, wasting no time shoveling it into his mouth and savoring the light sweetness.

"What do you think?" You questioned with an expression of expectance.

You were right, he thought to himself. You couldn't make something more grandiose than this simplistic cake you presented him with. You didn't have much time to decorate the house with more than a simple banner and balloons taped to the walls. The only things you were able to gift him were a new hat and a less used pair of shoes, though he had gifts from others to enjoy.

It's not much.

But it's more than enough.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

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heyhoneyybunn · 2 years

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| JUST LIKE MAGIC |

Relationship: Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

Supportive boyfriend Kita!!

The day’s a little brighter. Maybe it’s the small meditation session earlier giving you that extra pump in your step, or the upbeat music ringing in your ear, either way you know today is going to be a good one.

Classes pass quickly and to your relief, you understand all of the content which will definitely save some hours in the next study session. During lunch, the sandwich you’ve been craving stares at you as you scoop up the last one and munch on it while beginning a book you’ve been excited to start reading.

The day only gets better when you head to the gym to greet your boyfriend with your exciting news. Sliding the door open, you’re instantly welcomed by a polished Kita and his rowdy teammates. His hair is wet, still dripping from the shower he must’ve had, his muscles flexing as he takes another swig of water.

You watch as Atsumu leans in to whisper something in his ear, a cocky smirk on his face. After he pulls away, Kita’s warm eyes land on you, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. After excusing himself, he takes his leave, readying to walk you home.

“Wait,” he hums, lips tipped down. He grips your shoulders and gently moves you to the inside of the pavement and away from the busy road – effectively swapping your places, “There.”

His chivalrous act turns your brain to mush. Even if he notices your flustered state, he doesn’t say anything – he is a gentleman after all.

“How was your day?” He asks, letting you grab his hand and swing it idly.

Beaming up at him, you relinquish the details of the day. He smiles and nods along adding his own little comments here and there.

“…and then I checked my email...”

He raises a brow, “Heard anything?”

You decide now is as good a time as any to tell him the news, “I got the job.”

He doesn’t jump with excitement, or shriek with joy but he sends you one of those smiles that never fail to make your knees weak. Pulling you in for a congratulatory hug, he plants a soft kiss onto the crown of your head.

“I knew you’d get it,” he murmurs, “well done sweetheart.”

“It’s all thanks to you,” you tell him in earnest. All the practice he went through for your sake on top of his usual work was definitely draining yet he didn’t complain once.

He shakes his head, some of the damp strands sticking out at odd angles, “You did all of the work, I didn’t do much.”

Rolling your eyes at his ‘Kita-like-response’ you drag him through the streets to the bustling main roads, “I’m treating you to a tofu burger.”

There are no objections from his end, it is his favourite food after all, but if you thought he’d just stay quiet and let you pay without any sort of dispute, well, you have another thing coming.

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Insatiable

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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I strongly believe that Kita has his sexual awakening when he starts dating you.

It takes quite a while before he kisses you deeper than a simple peck but once he does he is like “wait a minute.” and absolutely can’t stop anymore. Doesn’t want to stop anymore.

He starts to stare intensely at you during lectures not even paying attention to the professor because he could be kissing you right now. Why was he wasting his time with higher education?!

Once you guys take it a bit further and he knows what it’s like to eat you out, his mind goes blank and it’s becoming quite a problem. Usually you guys study together and he loves to tutor you but now you pretty much have to do all your reading horizontally because he politely asks if he may eat your pussy while quizzing you.

To be the most efficient lover he starts reading books and articles (and even sinks as low as to ask Atsumu because for some reason the men and women on campus just seem to fall for him left, right and center).

When it’s finally time for Kita to make love to you for the first time he turns primal. He grabs your love handles that he usually squeezes so tenderly when laying between your heavenly plush thighs and snaps his hips forward, burying his hard leaking cock as deep into you as he would the seeds on his fields.

He will from then on come up behind you when you are looking for a book in the library or when you are making dinner for you two, wrap his arms lovingly around your squishy form, maybe set a soft kiss against your temple, and with his usual calm manner, almost innocently, ask if he can fuck make love to you again like this morning.

You have no idea where this sweet, collected man hid all his urges when you met because Kita, once unleashed, is insatiable and you love it.

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satorisoup · 1 month

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ

ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3

cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.

ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS

even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.

ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS

kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.

ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU

atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.

ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU

as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.

ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU

akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.

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yuu-kumeii · 5 months

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Your husband says he's not the clingy type.

But sometimes he'll just suddenly walk into the room and plop himself on your lap, curling into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. Smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. Taking your hand and putting it on his head, a signal for you to start playing with his hair. Letting out sighs of content in between his little 'I love you's, it feels like both of you are ready to doze off...

And then he'll get up and walk out like it was nothing, leaving you there baffled, confused, and betrayed. He does this multiple times a day too. It happens so much that you automatically open your arms the second you see him, ready to be swallowed up in his figure —for what you assume to be 5 minutes—.

Your husband says he's not the clingy type, but do you really believe that?

SAKUSA, AKAASHI <333, Kita, Osamu, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kuroo (He would walk past you just to see your reaction)

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kitashousewife · 3 months

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"what's this?"

rhetorical, you know exactly what it is. a bouquet of flowers. tied with some extra ribbon, propped up in one of your large canning jars.

"for valentine's day," kita leans over the kitchen counter, muscles flexing under the thermal shirt he still has on.

"that's not for a few days," your dig means nothing as you grin ear to ear. he snorts.

"so i can't spoil my lady a bit early?" he spanks you playfully, innocently, and laughs when you attempt to return the favor. "sorry, should i bring em' to gran? she might appreciate em' more than ya are,"

"no way," you move the jar to the kitchen table. "i'm keeping them."

kita hums, tidying up the mess he made by the back door from when he rushed into the house to beat you home. he knew you would love it. he couldn't stop thinking about you when he saw the flower stand in town. all of your favorite colors, beautiful and romantic.

just like you.

#kita x reader #kita x reader fluff #kita shinsuke x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #kita fluff #kita drabble #haikyuu fluff

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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HI PEA!! CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN ON 1K!!

ID LOVE TO JOIN YOUR EVENT :D

kita shinsuke from haikyuu, 7, 24, and 3

HOPE YOURE WELL!! <3

a/n: KAAAALE it's always lovely to see you here 🥰 and gosh kita shinsuke?? damn?? didn't know you simp tor him too. you are the primary reason why my feels for kita keep crawling back ngl i love it. i get a lil excited when i see a kita req. so thanks for joining!!

note: reader uses she/her pronouns. mentioned twice only. the verb tense is a bit confusing hsnebe sorry

• kita shinsuke ; there's only one bed trope with a twist ; romance ; strangers to lovers; fantasy ; soulmate-ish type

• "5 times Person A woke up without Person B and one time they woke up together."

• major character death

it began a few months ago, like sudden a glitch that came unexpectedly from nowhere. neithe4 the sky were not splitting apart nor the sun was not losing it's vibrant shine; it was an ordinary day. perhaps, the only outlier on that particular day is the heavy downpour despite the sunny weather forecast.

who would've thought that a change in weather, if that's the cause of it, will turn your fate around?

five nights and one night.

five nights without him and a night waking up in a stranger's bed. you have not seen him before, not acquainted, and never met a pair of sharp russet orbs, but out of the blue you find yourself in bed with him.

he was equally startled as you are, jumping to your feet as soon as sleep wears off. similarly to you, kita, the stranger, is not a heavy drinker so there is no way an alcohol-induced one night stand could have happened the night prior. in fact, he's a workaholic just like you. a night out at a bar cannot slip through his busy schedule.

the first three nights were baffling but as nights passed by, the two of you noticed the pattern and kita began to grow suspicious. he became hyperaware of his surroundings, observing every detail in his everyday encounters. at first, as a man of science, he concluded that you might be sleepwalking but that can't be the case since sleepwalkers only travel to places they have been toㅡyou first step your foot on Hyogo on the morning you woke up in his bed.

hence, you assured him that you have no existing diagnosis that stems to sleeping disorders. although left with no answer, kita proceeds to investigate.

"do you ever think that it's weird that i'm the only one between the two of us who is travelling all the way from my place to yours and not vice versa?" you ask, folding his blanket.

after countless nights waking up in his bed, the both of you have grown accustomed to it. kita even prepares himself on the night of your arrival. he makes sure to wear a decent pair of clothes to bed and to plan a breakfast to serve you the following morning.

"i though of that too." his morning voice rumbled, keeping his eyes stuck to the head of the bed as he pats on the used pillows.

"maybe we need each other." your voice was clear, reeling kita's attention. it may sould a bit over the line to say it since the only relationship you have with the him is the phenomenon, but something inside you urged your tongue to verbalize it, as if you're certain of it.

with the way kita shifted his gaze to you, lashes fluttering in lazy yet graceful manner, his face adorned with traces of sleep, and the morning sun lavishing life on his bare features you can't help but feel intimidated. you have never seen him in this lightㅡethereal and raw.

"i thought so too." his lips moved as his hoarse voice echoes in the room. for a moment you were struck by him. an uneasy yet comfortable feeling sits on your stomach as you generously let your eyes be fed by his ravishing appearance.

yet, a thought knocked on your consciousness.

have you seen him before?

"is that a tattoo?" he asked, popping your bubble. his brows furrowed lightly as he stared at your wrist at the side of your torso. he had not seen a tattoo that lights up and had never heard of an invention of that sort.

"i don't have a tattoo." you quickly shook your head, your fingers traced the spot where kita's eyes are at.

"you have something here." kita rolled a sleeve up then points at his inner wrist. albeit, your eyes round.

"you have a blue line in your inner wrist, lying parallel to your arms and it... glows." your were baffled, complete overthrown by amusement as you look at the image on his skin.

"i don't-" kita paused, brows crossing as he examines himself. his eyes rallied on his wrist and to yours. bitting his lower lip, he spoke. "i can see yours and you can see mine. this is not a coincidence."

right then, the atmosphere changed. somehow, without anyone of you admitting it, each of you are convinced that there's a special bond between the two of you. in between unraveling the mystery, the two of you kept your inbox active by throwing small talks back and forth. since then, you felt so much closer to him. you felt that you were more than just 'the girl who randomly woke up next to him'.

however, in a single morning everything turns around.

the day before it you both agreed to see each other at a café near your workplace but as minutes turn to hours, no sign of a farmer boy showed up. worry begins to stir your mind to overthink and as you become restless in your seat, you decide to head to his place.

just about two prefectures away from your hometown, you head to Hyogo for the first time. you won't forget his house as it is the place you spend one morning each week.

as you are about to rap knocks on the front door of his humble home, the sound of crunchy leaves meeting with the sole of a boots perk your ears up. turning your attention to the sudden noise, instantly, your eyes lock.

"goodafternoon, do you need anything?" he says, holding a sack of rice in one hand.

"shin-, kita."

"yes, that's me and you're here for?"

"we are supposed to meet at the café this afternoon. did you forget?" the clueless look on his face as you said those words send warmth to your face. you weren't imagining it, right?

"i'm sorry but..." kita shoots you a smile. "i don't know you."

if there's one place where you want to be at this secondㅡit is the ground beneath you. you wish for the earth to swallow you whole as embarrassment, confusion, and fright clouds your mind.

you take a step back, mouth ajar as you stare blankly at the farmer boy. he might have called for you to come back or ask your name when you immediately ran away, but your sense of hearing have grown numb. you couldn't hear his voice nor the sound of nature around you.

you went back to your place, completely rattled by what happened. your fingers coil around the strands of your hair as you slid down to the floor. the only way to know what's going on is to sleep. tomorrow is the 6th day, the morning you wake up next to him.

you should wake up next to him.

kita grows impatient waiting for you at the front door of the café near your workplace. prior this afternoon, you sent him a message informing that your work ended early. instead of waiting for him at the café hours before the meeting time, you told him that you'll be at your apartment. but as the sun gradually meets with the horizon, kita becomes aggitated standing outside the café. the time consumed travelling from your apartment to the café only takes a couple of minutes. he glances on his wrist watch and realizes that more than two hours have passed. right then, for no clear reason, he felt his heart drop. worry sets in and before he knows it he's on his way to your place.

you mentioned your address to him before. he remembers it being on the third floor of an apartment blocks away from your workplace. kita strides through the staircase and finds himself standing before a wooden door. he has never set foot at your apartment as it has always been the other way around.

just as he was about to rap knocks on your frontdoor, an old lady with a handkerchief tied around her head appears by the door. she holds a white envelope in one hand and a large plastic bag on the other.

"goodafternoon, young man. do you need anything?" the old lady greets him. her wrinkles cover her face as she grins at him teethless.

"room 305, Mitsui Building?" kita asks to confirm.

"yes, this is it and you're here for?"

"the person that lives there."

"oh! she's not here yet. i'm cleaning the apartment before she arrives. the new tenant is a bit of a perfectionist, the owner said." the old lady gushes as she crinkles her nose in a playful manner. on the other hand, kita is muddled over with what she said.

"i believe she has lived here for years. she told me, (y/n), i mean, and never mentioned about moving out."

"oh. you don't know?" the old lady's cheerful disposition washes over her face. she speaks. "then you must be him and this must be for you."

the old lady hands him the white sealed envelope in hand. at the back of it is his name, handwritten as if it was addressed to him. kita quickly tears the the side of the rectangular envelope and fishes out a torn out page from a notebook. he unfolds the letter and reads it with his eyes.

"i'd die for you a thousand times but in our next lifetime, please remember my face, my love.

-(y/n)"

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lovdlydaz · 8 months

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how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

♡ ————————♡

when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

♡ ————————♡

it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

♡ ————————♡

see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

♡ ————————♡

today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

♡ ————————♡

you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

♡ ————————♡

your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

#haikyu x reader #drabble #female reader #afab reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x y/n #bokuto koutarou #daichi sawamura #kuroo tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #kita shinsuke #oikawa toru #bokuto x reader #daichi x reader #ushijima x reader #kita x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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Wassup Suki, Wassup Bullet

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kita, Osamu

Wassup Riri, Wassup Rocky

Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Semi, Atsumu, Suna, Aran, Sakusa

Hi Barbie, Hi Ken

Hinata, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Tendou, Komori, Hoshiumi

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ziegenkind094 · 1 year

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finally watched s4

#haikyu #haikyuu #inarizaki #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintaro drabbles #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #hq #hq art #ziegenkind art

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noirflms · 10 days

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THE HOUSEHUSBAND LIFE — hq men

haikyuu men as househusbands. or haikyuu men who’d be good househusbands in general.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ AKAASHI KEIJI !

he is the one who keeps track of finance in the house , keeps track of how much you should spend even if you get a six-sum salary and love spending it on him even if he doesn't like it because he wants you to save for the future.

he also pretty much cooks all sorts of dishes and morning tea made by him is served to you in bed , he is just the best. buys groceries when you're out to work , keeps the house neat and clean — it's a penthouse so it's not much work as it's not that dirty all the time — keeps track of your health and if you're pretty much not skipping breakfast or lunch cuz he's there to spoon feed you at dinner.

he's not much fan of laundry just knows he has to fold it and keep it neatly in your shared closet and is pretty much a the best husband of all ( according to your mother ).

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ SUGAWARA KOUSHI !

he is that type of house-husband who actually takes care of the loundry more than cooking and cleaning but still cleans the house just the way you like it — organized and neatly done. he doesn't step in the kitchen for he knows he might burn whatever he cooks so you don't let him step in there , it's either you come home and cook but if your tired , it's take out time!

whenever he does laundry he has a habit of smelling the clothes before folding for he like the smell of the detergent you use and the clothing softener should be if the best company because that is kinda professional when you go to work wearing soft and clean clothes.

dusts around the house with music playing in the background and does all the cleaning while blasting Oliva Rodrigo on the amazon echo you brought so he won't have to go on connecting his phone to the Bluetooth other than that he is just the best husband you could ask for.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ KITA SHINSUKE !

he is the package , can cook , cleans , does laundry , keeps track of all budgets and savings , knows every nook and cranny of the house and is happy being a house-husband for you. kita buys the best clothing softener and detergent , is a man of his words for if he promises breakfast in bed for you then you get it.

he sets up the house according to a taste that suits him and you like almsot all the time after seeing it on pinterest — yes HE HAS PINTEREST and you can't change my mind — cooks the best meals like you're in heaven to be eating such delicious meals , laundry is done and the house smells like lavander and you don't know how he does that and he keep it a secret ( it's just him using scented house cleaning stuff ).

grocery shopping is done with you because it's to lonely for him to go out so it's shopping time on the weekends , he is like a stay at home mum but you love him and for god sake who wouldn't want a man like KITA SHINSUKE.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI !

you enter the house with the smell of the most delicious food being cooked and when I say delicious , it's over the top delicious. he loves cooking so much that he forgets he has to clean as well and do laundry. yamaguchi almost does everything before stepping into the kitchen and prepare a bento for you in the early morning with starting to think for dinner — even though lunch is not even thought out yet — and what to be baked when your home.

it may not seem like but he has a passion for baking good for you.

he blasts playlist made for him by you and tsukki , and does the cleaning and laundry because sometimes it's to lonely in the house , he keeps track of time and when you're gonna come so he could prepare a bubble bath and then start with the cooking so you could have been relaxed and come eat with him.

when it's a weekend , he wakes up late but the breakfast is in his hands to be cooked , and in the evening it's time for him and you to have a baking session and you cherish this baby more than anything.

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sunkeji · 7 months

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You and him, classmates since kindergarten, found yourselves inseparable by high school. Your friendship had blossomed into a deep and unspoken love. One sunny Saturday, you decided to spend your day at a fair happening in the park.

Your laughter echoed through the air as he won you a stuffed bear at the shooting gallery. Hand in hand, you rode roller coasters, your screams merging with exhilaration. When the two of you weren't screaming, you shared cotton candy or popcorn, with your fingers brushing against each other and smiles being exchanged.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you strolled through the park's twinkling lights. On the Ferris wheel, you whispered secrets, each word sealing your bond further. When the fireworks lit up the night sky, your gazes locked, and your hearts danced to the same rhythm.

With the park closing, you reluctantly headed home, and your laughter faded into the distance. But the warmth of that day lingered, a promise of a future filled with more memories to be made, adventures to go on, and love to be shared.

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satorisoup · 5 months

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Hello how are youuuu. I was just wondering if you could write a doc with haikyuu players with a gf who they didn’t know could play volleyball be really good at. I know it’s kinda boring but I find it cute.

#HAIKYUU W/ A SECRET VOLLEYBALL GF (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : trust me this isn’t boring at all. ISJWJSJS IKR ITS SO CUTE.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby, babe, love).

finds out by stumbling upon one of your games. the crowd is cheering loudly, and he looks to the court to see whats causing the commotion. low and behold, there you are standing with the ball in your hands adorned with the school’s volleyball uniform. he watches you play from the sidelines and is bewildered to see how incredibly good you are. he doesn’t understand why you would hide it from him, but nonetheless, he finds you after your game. with a shocked look on your face, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “great game, baby.”

KUROO. SUNA. osamu. kageyama. oikawa.

finds out when you’re helping him practice. you’re in the schools volleyball gym after practice, helping toss or hit a few balls. it’s when you ask if he can toss one to you that he begins to feel puzzled. he does so anyways, watching with wide eyes as you spike the ball down in such a perfect form, he’s almost certain you might be better than him. turning to look at him with a sheepish smile, he’s looking back at you before asking, “where the hell did you learn to do that babe?”

ATSUMU. BOKUTO. tanaka. semi. lev. iwaizumi.

he already knew before you even told him. he’s observant, and he couldn’t help but have this hunch that you knew how to play. he’d see the way your eyes would light up when watching games, and how you already knew how everything worked. the cherry on top was the volleyball keychain and poster you had in your room. it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him at all, so before you even told him, he just popped the question out of nowhere. “so how long have you been playing volleyball, love?”

AKAASHI. KENMA. kita. sugawara. ushijima. tendou.

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