#kita shinsuke imagine

[emmyrosee]

Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.

It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.

You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.

He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?

You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭

His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’

Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.

The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.

He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.

Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.

“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”

“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”

Lovely.

“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”

“Well he’s been single since birth-“

“HEY!”

“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”

Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.

Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”

“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”

Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.

“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”

And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…

But maybe he does.

Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”

“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.

“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”

“Feral?” Suna chimes in.

“Buck wild?”

“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.

Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”

“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”

“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”

“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. “For… some reason.”

“They BITE?”

“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”

“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.

“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.

“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.

“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”

“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.

Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.

The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.

He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.

SENT I love you, too :)

You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.

Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.

[moonbeamwritings]

"I have a surprise for you."

Shinsuke, despite his excitement and ever the gentleman, helps you out of your coat before his hand settles on the small of your back, ushering you into the living room.

"For me?" You tease as you take a seat on the couch.

"Of course," he says gently, a boyish grin starting to form on his lips. "It's Valentine's Day, isn't it?"

He's gone before you can pull him in and kiss that stupid smile off his face, disappearing down the hall to no doubt retrieve this mysterious surprise.

You bounce your leg as you wait, nervous for no good reason. You trust Shinsuke, trust him enough to know he isn't going to come back down the hall and fling a creepy-crawly into your lap. Tender love and care seeps into his every action, his every word, like sunlight washes over the rice paddies, and you know on a day like today it'll be no different.

When he returns, his hands are behind his back and his grin has spread into something proud. Lovesick. Excitement sets his features alight and it stirs a swarm of butterflies in your belly. He's so handsome like this, warm with affection and happy.

"It was hard to wrap, so I'm sorry there's nothing to open," Shinsuke warns, standing to one side, arms locked behind him. He catches your body shifting to steal a peek, and counters it, moving left and right so you can't catch a good glimpse. He knows you too well. You share a giggle. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

The reveal is nothing grand, no wild flourishes or confetti explosions, just you and Shinsuke and his pretty smile and rosy cheeks. It's perfect. A delicate bouquet of crocheted forget-me-nots and daisies, dotted with tulips and lilies, all perfectly arranged in a pretty crystal vase settles into your lap.

Your mouth drops open as you start to blink back tears. "And you-"

You can't even get the words out, but Shinsuke sits beside you, leg pressing against yours, and finds them for you. "I crocheted them and tried to arrange them so they looked pretty, but 'm a farmer not a florist." His fingers brush yours as he reaches to stroke a leaf. "Obviously."

Suddenly the last few weeks click into place. His more frequent trips to his grandma's, the disappearance of his basket of crochet supplies from the space beside his couch. All an effort to hide this little project from you.

He watches your eyes travel from flower to flower, fingers tracing gently over the petals, reverent in your appreciation of his handiwork. "Gram helped with the patterns, kept me sane. Never done anything quite this intricate, so I needed all the help I could get."

"Shinsuke, I-" You set the the vase on the table and shift to take his cheeks in your palms. "They're beautiful." Your thumb sweeps across the apple of his cheek. "Thank you."

He beams, pleased with himself. "I'm glad you like them."

"I love you." You pull him in for a kiss laced with adoration, fingers finding the nape of his neck as his hands curl around your waist. When you pull away, you bump your nose into his. You press a smile into his cheek.

"I love you too."

[clawsdevour]

devoted to you

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-timeskip, fluff, crush, kita x reader, not proofread

-> shrimp wontons : kita shinsuke -> karaoke : scenario where reader and character are in the same friend group with crushes on each other (friends to lovers trope!) ⚹︎ ᣟ݂ ⠀ུ . a/n: @tinyrainbowshark haha sorry that all the ones you chosen previously got taken but i hope you enjoy this little scenario with kita. the song is also from grease: hopelessly devoted to you !!

⠀ ׅ ⠀⠀ ིྀ ⠀⁺⠀࿁ .

Showing up late to your friend’s birthday party. Walking down the vibrating hallway pass al the rooms that radiated with energetic voices harmonizing and mixing with each other. Trying to the find the room number assigned to your group’s reservation with a gift in hand.

Knocking on the shaking door, upon entry was your Atsumu Miya, the birthday boy who greeted and thanked you for showing up. Walking in the group’s already situated with drinks and snacks sprawled all over the table that reflected many different colored lights, flickering with excitement.

Setting the gift at the end of the leather cushions as you scooch your way next to your friends that’re buzzing with happiness as they screamed the lyrics out right next to you, almost liek they were gonna break your eardrums. Of course though, you just had to sing along with them because it was one of your guys’ songs.

When Osamu was finished with the song he chose, it was Kita’s turn. The song he chose to sing was a less energetic song that resonated with you more. Selecting the song, the instrumentals playing all nice and loud for the whole room to hear.

Kita’s a bit shy, standing in front of the screen, wanting to turn his back on you guys to face the lyrics head on. Though you want him to continue looking your way, you missed seeing his face around campus, or well, maybe just him. Taking a big deep breath to extinguish his nervousness before the beat dropped as he parted his lips to sing the first words.

“Guess mine is not the first heart broken” Kita mumbles under his breath as you guys have gotten quiet to hear his solo.

He picked this song for a reason. It’s a love song, a message.

His honey deep voice echoing through the karaoke room made you mesmerized as he sang his heart out. Kita’s eyes are shaking with anxiety as his gaze moves upwards, scanning around the room to see the faces of his friend group who are just as attentive as you.

However, it was this line that struck both you and Kita’s attention.

“I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you…” his voice growing weary stretching out the last word when he makes eye contact with you, quickly averting his half lidded eyes to look down. The tension between you two rises as you both shy away.

“Hopelessly devoted to you.”

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[angelkiyo]

groomsmen! kita shinsuke x reader : falling behind

a/n: no warnings, just tooth rotting fluff and this being fairly short, enjoy !

growing up, kita shinsuke had never been one to consider love or romance. to him, falling in love and the idea of romance seemed far-fetched and didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. since childhood and middle school, he has perfected and articulated his schedule and routines to follow. because of these thought out patterns throughout the trajectory of his life, he gets to live life peacefully as a rice farmer and have his business booming. though nothing on his schedule had ever said about meeting a partner? so when his old friend, aran, was getting married and asked shinsuke who his date was, shinsuke couldn’t give him an answer.

aran was getting married, osamu and his girlfriend were expecting, and atsumu was going to propose to his fiancée after the paris olympics. what was shinsuke going to do?

“so you need a date to a wedding? which is when?” you took another sip of your tea as you eyed shinsuke. your grandmother has been friends with his since birth, leading for the two of you to be close. you went to a girls academy as he went to inarizaki, you played tennis while he had volleyball and you were a successful lawyer and had promised to help shinsuke if he was ever sued due to his rice business. you promised to help with anything in general. you two are best friends. apart from his grandma, you’re the person he’s closest with.

shinsuke took a bite out of his pastry, “next week.”

your face shifted into one of slight annoyance as you sipped your drink again, “shin, that’s so— why’d you ask me so last minute?”

the two of you were at a local cafe with the intention to catch up, where shinsuke’s date problem to the wedding was revealed. asking you to come with him was something he hadn’t thought of before meeting up. he hasn’t seen you in two years due to conflicting schedules and the fact that you spend a lot of time in tokyo, only going to hyōgo to visit sometimes. you’ve changed and he’s noticed. you look more mature.

shinsuke gave you a pleading look, “i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i would really like you to.”

you pursed your lips and shrugged, “well i can’t just let you rent a girlfriend when you have me.” he smiled at you as you lightly laughed. he felt his chest tighten but brushed it off as heart burn.

———————-

the day of the wedding came faster than he had expected. you were going to meet him at the reception outside in the parking lot. he felt himself fiddle with his cuff links in anxiety. he could always rely on you, he just didn’t know why his hands felt so clammy and why his heartbeat was raising. though, when he saw you step out of your uber, he felt his heart in his stomach and his face soften as you scurried to him, giving him such a saccharine smile. he felt like that for the whole night, soaking up your presence as you hung around his arm. the way you were simply able to speak without overthinking your words and your wit, was refreshing. he enjoyed being there with you, he always has. he felt his senses go into hyperdrive as you were closer with him tonight.

with that said, when he saw you catch the flower bouquet from the bride and clearly look at him flustered afterward, noted by the groom and groomsmen, he felt his heart beating faster than ever. the sore sight of you under the wedding spotlight, shining on your beautiful figure and ethereal features, looking at him, made him feel like he was melting. it felt almost uncanny as when it was time for aran to throw the garter, shinsuke caught it. aran went to shinsuke and held him by the shoulder, “if that isn’t a sign, man, i don’t know what is.” he looked at you, laughing in embarrassment as he headed back to your table.

a sign?

you waved the bouquet at him and laughed, "look at our luck, shin!"

he felt blood rise in his cheeks as he chuckled, “yup!” he felt a stupid smile grow on his face as his face burned. he never felt this giddy? you’ve always been this way. you’ve always been so sweet. he just felt your entire presence hit him like a bullet train. he felt a tug at his suit jacket to see you standing up, motioning to the dance floor, “c’mon shin, i like this song.”

it was a type of bossa-nova song, he knew you loved the genre and took your hand. he saw atsumu, rintarō, and aran give him a thumbs up from his peripheral vision and snorted. as he danced with you amongst the crowd on the dance floor, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous. the candle lit chandelier shining on your face showed your features in such a beautiful way, shinsuke didn’t know how to describe it. he’s known you for 26 years and this was the first time he really got to see you. it was stupid, really, that he hasn’t seen you like this before.

you leaned towards him and smiled, “im glad you asked me to go with you, shin. you look so handsome.” he saw your smile and felt his heartbeat accelerate. he’s surprised he hasn’t dropped dead from a heart attack yet, “you look so beautiful…”

you slapped his bicep as you laughed, “geez shin, you’ve never called me that before. you flatter me.” as the two of you swayed to the soft music, you just kissed him. it was more of a peck but enough to get shinsuke’s face red. the two of you widened your eyes at each other as you looked away, “im sorry, i just—“

“it’s fine.”

you looked at him again and smiled, “did i tell you that you looked really handsome tonight?”

he laughed and gave you a light spin. maybe romance was in the cards for him after all...

[doingitforbokuto]

The White Knight - Chapter Two

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: Although the search for your future husband has been put on hold, you still feel like your whole life you are being pushed around by the men in your life. None of them truly care about what you want.. except for one.

Words: 3,594

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, talks of arranged marriage

Your Point Of View 

From the end of the hallway, you could see your brother standing in front of your bedroom door. It had gotten dark out and you decided it was time to leave the gardens and retire for the night. Your maid was already making her way to the kitchen to fetch your dinner and prepare a tea that the royal physician promised would help you sleep better through the night. 

Of course, there was no knight with your brother. The only thing by his side was his sword. He still enjoyed the privilege of only being guarded when it was actually needed.

None of your previous guards had been assigned to follow you wherever you went. When they were with you, they were supposed to keep you safe and what was the point of keeping you safe inside the walls of your own home? It was the general consensus at court that only the king was to be guarded day and night. You have had knights who protected you when you left the castle or when you went to a big gathering like the feasts your father would hold on special occasions. But when no one other than the inhabitants of the castle were around, you had been free to spend your time without a knight by your side. After all, there were enough people that made sure that the castle was guarded and it was thought that no one who could harm you could make their way in. 

That was until the last time your father had called together possible suitors for you, the only princess of the kingdom. Two of them had fought in the throne room, in front of theit king - a thing no one had seen coming. Your father was adamant about keeping the peace and keeping troublesome folks out of his castle. Of course there had been times when some of the men gathered at court had tried to settle their differences with a fight, but all of those fights had been caused by political differences or because someone had been insulted. This had been the first time that it had happened because of you. It scared both of you, your father and you. But the decision to tighten the circle drawn around you still hadn't been yours. 

All your life, you had noticed the circle your family drawn around you. It limited all of your freedom. All of the space you had been allowed to explore. Where you could go. What you could do. Who you were allowed to talk to. And now, what you were allowed to do on your own - which was practically nothing. 

Kita was supposed to be around you all the time. He had little time off, during the night and in the morning, someone else looked after your safety. Then, when you had woken up, gotten dressed and had your breakfast, he would start his duties for the day. He would only leave you for a little while to eat his lunch while you ate yours with your family, surrounded by your father’s guards. Kita would stay with you until you went back to your chambers to retire for the night, which was where you were going right now. 

Your brother's eyes found yours and even from a distance, you could see curiosity glimmering in them. They moved from you to Kita, then back to you. Of course, he was here to interrogate you about the newest addition of royal knights. 

“Ethan,” you nodded to greet him. 

“My prince,” Kita bowed behind you. 

Your brother smiled at the two of you. Oh, he was so going to ask you about him. “I've been waiting for you.” You wished you could just wipe that grin off his face. “I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. Why don't we go inside?” 

He gestured towards the wooden door that rarely anyone other than you and your maids passed. He let you step in first and turned around to face Kita before following you.

“I think the princess is safe enough with me around. Why don't you go and find the night guard and then retire for the day, Sir Kita?” 

Your knight glanced past your brother's figure to you, the slightest hesitation visible in his expression. 

“It's alright, Sir Kita. I will see you tomorrow.” You gave him a reassuring smile without even wanting to. 

Normally, you made sure that there was a certain distance between you and your knights. The last thing you ever wanted to do was make them believe that you were a woman who was interested in anything other than a practical relationship with her knight. It was your duty to marry a lord your father would pick out for you, so there was no point in searching for love and romance anywhere else. Though you were sure that a lot of the stories of ladys you knew being intimate with their knights while being married to someone else were true, that was not what you wanted to be. It was a princess’ duty to make sure she was respected and to make sure that there was no reason for every people to gossip about or speak lowly of her. 

So that was why you always made sure to be a little distanced from your knights. But with Kita, you couldn't help but feel more at ease. It was obvious that he was one of the few people who believed in their duty, who wanted to serve and better their kingdom and lived for the things they believed in, who thought honor and duty to be above anything. He wouldn't make an inappropriate move on you - you hoped. So it was alright to show him a little softness, right? Especially after the scare you gave him earlier today, you still felt a little bad for him and didn't want him to feel like he was failing at his duty once again. 

With your reassurance, he bowed again and moved to leave you while your brother closed the door to your bedroom. 

“So,” he smirked. “Heard he's a scaredy cat.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment and made your way to the table you normally ate at. “You people will twist someone's words to fit your gossip.” 

You took two cups from the middle of the table and poured a little wine into each one. 

“Not at all.” Ethan stepped behind you and accepted one of the cups from your hands. “It's just a bit unusual to hear a knight admit that he's scared of dying. Makes him sound like he'll run away from a fight instead of protecting you.” The mischievous gleam was now gone from his eyes and replaced with a serious expression you rarely saw on your brother's face during a private conversation. “Do you really believe that he is the right man to protect you?” 

“I know what you're thinking. What you're all thinking.” You shot him a warning look over the edge of your cup. “But I don't know any of the men father has picked out to be my knight. I can't trust any of them completely.” 

“Of course not,” Ethan huffed. “But why would you pick out the one man who admits that he is scared to die? Why not pick someone who is ready to fight and die for you if need be?” 

“What, like the other one's I've had?” A pained look crossed your brother's face when you said that. “The last ones I've had were just like that, ready to jump into a fight head first - and jump they did. Jumped and left me defenseless.” You looked at the floor and felt like you could still see a puddle of blood by your feet. “I want someone who won't get himself killed in front of my eyes. That might be him. And I don't think that he's someone who will run away from his duty. Do you?" 

Your brother sighed and pulled out a chair to sit down. “I don't know, y/n. I really don't know. All I know is that so far all of your knights have done nothing but bring more harm to you. I do not want to see you suffer like that again.” 

You sat down next to him. It surprised you that he was expressing his concerns for you this freely. Your brother loved you, of course he did. You knew that - he was your brother after all. But usually, he would tease you and poke a little fun at you, like most siblings do. Your conversations were funny and light hearted. It was rare for him to talk to you so seriously about such a sensitive topic. You weren't even aware that he knew how much you had been suffering because of the deaths of the other knights. It was nice to know that at least someone other than Alysane really cared about your wellbeing. 

“I know some other good knights that would make a good protector and could replace him if needed.  Just promise me that you'll tell me if you feel like he isn't the right man for you, alright?” 

“ ‘The right man for me’? I think father is already taking care of that,” you chuckled, though it came out dry and humorless. 

“You know what I mean.” He gave you a stern look. “Anyway, father put the search for a husband on hold for now. I think he's worried about more fights breaking out. So you have to wait for that man anyway.” 

Your fingers traced the edge of your cup. Would this be your escape one day? You've seen more than one woman succumb to the numbing properties of wine after getting married. 

“I don't want any of them, Ethan,” you whispered.” None of them care about what I want. Father doesn't care about what I want. No one cares about what I want.” You had no idea what possessed you to say this to him, but it felt like you were just desperately trying to push a huge weight off of your shoulders. 

“That's not true. You know that that's not true.” 

“Oh, really? When has he ever consulted me in the search for my husband? Not once has he asked me what I want in a husband! All that he cares about is a good political match.” This was why you never talked about serious topics with your brother. Never did he understand you! 

“He is the king. He has to keep the peace. That is his duty and the duty of the whole royal family. He did his duty when he made peace after the uprising in the east. I did my duty when I fought in a war for our house. Now it is time for you to do yours.” 

The tone in his voice was harsh and cold, letting you know that it was best not to talk back. He lifted his cup to his lips before emptying it in one go and slamming it back onto the table. 

“Think about that while you can.” With that, he pushed himself up and strode out of the room.

Perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps there really was no one but Alysane who cared about your wellbeing.

You followed your brother's example and emptied your cup in one go. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You should probably ask your maid to bring you a different one.

-

The next day, Kita walked suspiciously close to you as he accompanied you to the garden once again. He was on edge and shot you side glances every few seconds. Every now and then, you would catch his hand moving out of the corner of your eye whenever you strayed a bit away from him, almost like he wanted to reach out and hold onto you. Of course, he would never dare and actually touch you unless his duties required it of him, but right now you felt like he wanted to make sure you didn't get lost, like he wanted to make sure that you were still next to him.

On any other man, that kind of behavior might have made you feel unsafe and on edge, but with him, it was different. It was obvious that he didn't mean to be possessive or to touch you inappropriately - after all, he didn't even touch you. All he wanted to do was not lose you. And the fact that he was doing this was probably a consequence of your own actions from the day before.

You knew better than to leave your guards' side. More than once you had witnessed knights being punished for leaving their charge unattended. It was their job - their sworn duty - to give their all, even their life if need be, to make sure they were safe. If they failed, the consequences would be dire. You knew that. You knew all of that. And on any other occasion, you would have been more attentive but having a knight with you in the royal garden.. that was an entirely new experience to you. You truly had just forgotten that he was even supposed to be with you. Today, you would make sure it didn't happen again.

The tea you had tried yesterday did not help you sleep at all. If anything, it made you stay up longer because you were so desperately trying to fall asleep. Maybe it didn't help as much because the herbs in it were already dried two years ago? Perhaps picking fresh herbs and making a new tea would help you.

Deep down, you knew, of course, that that was just wishful thinking. There was no tea to help you, no meal or drink that could make the images of death and blood dissappear from your mind. They were engraved into your memory forever and you could never get rid of them. But perhaps wandering around the garden and busying yourself with the searching, picking and drying of the herbs would keep you distracted from those thoughts. 

As you strolled through the gardens you let the sun warm your face. Every now and then you would stop and just let its rays catch on your cheeks. The sun bathed the flowers and plants that had just started to grow after the end of winter in a beautiful light. Little bees and butterflies were busy flying from one flower to another and you could hear the quiet hum of their wings as the passed by you. It felt like everything around you was coming back to life. It almost made you angry. 

Why did everything around you have to be so alive, so happy and free while you were being locked away? Why did every little bee and mosquito get to fly wherever they wanted but you, princess of the kingdom, were doomed to stay inside the castle walls forever? Only to be shipped off to the man who would kiss your father's arse the best! Why you, why did it have to be you?! And why didn't anyone see how you were suffering! 

Without even meaning to, you had started to just rip out the herbs that were growing in front of you. The basket you had placed on the ground beside your knees to keep the plants you had already picked up bumped against your arm when you ripped our fresh flowers only to throw them onto the ground next to where you kneeling. Intuitively, you gripped the handle of the basket and slammed the poor thing into the flowerbed where is dug into the soft ground and took the last few flowers down with it. 

All of the pretty blossoms were smushed, covered in dirt and ripped from their stems. You had beheaded the little ones in front of you and tossed their bodies around until there was nothing left. No more blossoms for the bees to sit on and get their legs covered with pollen by. None for the butterflies to drink from. None for the ants to wander up and down on. None were left. And it was all your fault. Everything was your fault. You were all alone, and it was all your fault.

Your tears had started flowing down your face all on their own and now you couldn't stop them. Your chest heaved with heavy sobs. All you wanted to do was bring back the flowers you had destroyed. You were sorry, so sorry for what you did. It wasn't their fault that these things were happening to you, you were just so irritated and tired and frustrated with everyone and everything around you that you took out all of that frustration on them. And as you got more and more lost in those thoughts, you had destroyed every lovely thing around you until you were all alone. 

Your hands started wiping at your face, at your eyes and your nose, trying to wipe off the tears and snot that was dripping down towards your chin. A hand started to move into your blurry field of vision, revealing a small handkerchief. 

“Here, princess. Take this.”

Kita was kneeling next to you on one knee. One hand was on his propped up knee, the other one was still holding the handkerchief he had just offered to you. His face was calm but you could tell that he was really just trying to keep his facade up as to not upset you any more. If he was angry or sad, you could not tell.

“Thank you..” You couldn't bring your voice to rise above a whisper but he didn't seem to care as he gently placed the cloth in your hand. It was much softer than you had imagined a knight's handkerchief to be and you couldn't help but wonder if a woman had gifted it to him. 

The same hand that had given you the handkerchief was now picking up your sad, little basked. The handle was broken and a few of the wooden strands were sticking out from the sides, but it was still usable. Kita carefully brushed off some of the dirt and started placing the flowers in it that weren't completely broken. His hands were big and rough from the work he did, but they still moved quickly and carefully, not one flower was crushed in between his calloused fingers. Watching him work his way through the battlefield of plants you had left behind was almost calming. It was a shame you didn't get to see him pick flowers more often. Perhaps in another life, he was a gardener. Or maybe even a farmer. 

After he was done, he placed the basket back where it stood before you decided to punish it for things it didn't even do. 

“What can I do, princess?” 

Dumbfounded, you just stared back at him, half of your face still hidden by the now dirty handkerchief. His eyes seemed to pierce into yours, like they were trying to look deep into your mind. It was too much for you to face. “Do?” 

“You're..  upset. I want to know what I can do to help you.” 

“Oh,” you gave him a sad smile while still avoiding his eyes. “Don't worry about it. It is nothing that you have to protect me from, no one is trying to harm me.” 

“I am your knight, princess. It is my duty to protect you from whatever harm may come to you. Physical or otherwise.” He looked at you with genuine worry now. “Please, tell me what it is that is wrong. Or merely tell me what to do to make it better.” 

He was really serious about this. He didn't just want to jump in front of a blade for you, he wanted to make sure you were safe. In every sense of the word. Even when it was out of his hands. 

“..there is nothing you can do to help me.” You fiddled with the cloth in your hands. “I'm sorry I worried you. It's just..” what were you even doing? There was nothing this knight could do for you, to truly help you. There was nothing anyone could do for you. “I'm just really tired,” you smiled. “I get upset when I can't sleep well, that's all. I've been trying all kinds of things to help me sleep but nothing does.” 

He could see right through you. You could see it in your eyes, he was reading you like an open book. You both knew that what you just said was a lie, that your insomnia wasn't the true catalyst of your outburst but thankfully, he decided to play along. 

“My grandmother has shown me an herb or two that she likes to mix into her tea blends to drink before bed.” He rose back to his full hight. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over your face and stopped the sun from blinding you as you looked up at him. A few stray hairs stuck up from the sides of his face, ones you'd never noticed if the sun hadn't been shining right onto him. He offered you a hand to help you stand up. “Let me show them to you, my princess.” 

His hand felt rough under your soft skin as you settled your hand into his palm. It made you dizzy how smoothly and quickly he pulled you back up to your feet, like he had been waiting his whole life just to do that. 

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[oksullen]

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doing this for my own enjoyment depending on the attention of this ill post it soon if anyone wants a tag lmk ^^

[soranihimawari]

Winters breath

A Kita Shinsuke x reader drabble

Word count: 600+?

Pairing: kitaaaaa! x reader

Warnings: fluff confession

You were a vision, according to your old friend, Kita Shinsuke. You were visiting home for a much needed vacation from coordinating all the intramural matches for the local schools ranging from middle school to high school and even some colleges. The deadline was approaching and lo and behold you bosses had tasked you with at the very least coordinating the opening season match of your shared alma mater before your vacation truly began. Regardless of talking your friend’s ear off in the car trip back to the house you grew up in, Kita softly laughs at the way your brows furrow and relax when you’re overly exchanging how dreadful Mo-kun is as the ‘office snitch.’

“…I almost slapped him for asking me out. Again,” you sighed. “I’m sorry I rambled on for too long, huh.”

“It’s ok,” he says with a sweet smile. “I’m just glad you stopped by to say hi. You’re a very busy person, y/n.”

You both were seated on the front porch of his farmhouse which had been the main scene for a few teenage shenanigans while still in high school. A medium sized coffee table complete the furnishings for said patio; cups of cold tea remain on their saucers now. One of the many shenanigans happened shortly after the spring carnival where your class had a silent auction for a ‘date night.’

Apparently the rumor around the student body the was how a first year Suna or was it second year Aran mentioned how they didn’t want to ask any member of the student body until they kissed their first love. The moment either Miya twin heard of this, they consistently tried to get you alone with their friends. Considering you were in a few classes along with Aran and an art elective with Suna, the volleyball team seemed to have their eyes suspiciously on you. Well, more like in the sense that whenever your name is brought up, Kita had to quell his teammates’ annoyance at the twins’ teasing. Granted, Kita, bless him, was a little peeved at the time. The only one who knew of their diligent admiration from afar was perhaps Gin. Gin who saw how flustered Kita became whenever you had swung by during morning practice with sweet cream sandwiches amongst other snacks. Or when you stopped to deliver some calculus handouts to both Aran and Kita right before midterms in your third year caused a bit of a ruckus since Aran noticed how Kita’s eyes lingered on you speaking with a member of the management team that brisk fall afternoon.

However, presently, the thought of you with someone else made Kita blurt out a rushed, “go on a date with me.”

You were busy glancing at the blossoming hibiscus tree whose branches swayed in the wind; you had heard what your dear friend said, but you decide to play coy instead. You curl a fist under your chin and tilt your head to the side to have a better look at his features. You see his stern expression grow softer the more you stare at him.

“Ehh?” Your voice is a mix of both surprise and confusion.

He’s leaning back in his chair shyly covering his flushed cheekbones, an amused expression reflects through his bronzed eyes. For a second there, you think you see the sparks of the fabled western idea of fireworks, he must have felt it too. You feel your own cheeks flush with embarrassment because even you can fall victim of the revered, “Captain Kita stare.” Though you are feeling a bit bold and initially had aimed to tease the company you keep, you glance back at your dear friend who for whatever reason made you feel a bit unsteady.

“Oh don’t look at me like that Kita Shinsuke.”

Kita shrugs. “Like what?”

Golden brown eyes reflect a warmth and strength you didn’t know existed; supposing his dating history, given taking care of the fields to the east of the house, would be small, it seems to you that his tactful nature when talking to you had fallen a bit… well, flat. Then again, you wonder to yourself, when was the last time he had even thought to date anyone? Let alone bring anyone to bed? From what your text chain conversation with Aran, Suna, the twins, and sometimes Gin pokes in every once in a while, Kita never really brought any significant other around. Yet, if any of them mention you, according ‘Samu, Kita would literally spend hours bugging them about more details about your life post college graduation (are you ok? taking care of yourself in the ‘big city’? pack you extra onigiri which kita not so anonymously pays for, etc).

Your curiosity has led you here. Back to the farm of your youth with the man determined to love you the best way he knew how. Who cares if he had been waiting a little over a decade for the right time, sans your friend circle who could’ve interrupted you two at any point. It’s such a quiet, earnest request from you to him. Bleach locks with ebony tips blow gently in the wind as you notice he will not budge from staring so sweetly back at you.

You needed to break eye contact for a moment, so you glance down at his boots compared to your business kitten heels: you jump to the logical solution, you’re determined to test the waters of whatever may come from this, so you chose to speak your mind when you bring your eyes to look at him like you haven’t noticed his matured features before:

“Like you’ve been in love with me forever and now you’re coming to terms with—?!”

Kita silences your rambling fear in such an austere way: his lips align with yours in the most subtle of moves. Perhaps if you’d have been more careful, you’d notice he was staring at your lips the entire time you were speaking. He holds your hand when he breaks this quiet confession, a bold smirk on his boyish face.

You’re too stunned to speak by this development; your cheeks are flushed with a fever you can’t sweat out as you try to suppress your beaming grin with your free hand. The other is currently being held (and kept warm) by the man across from you. You feel him exhale over your brow before pecking you there. He chuckles a bit when you lean back a bit in your chair.

“So, about that date…?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You lean forward and as he turns his face, you kiss his lips again. Here is where you both feel your heart stutter for you feel yourselves topple over in compassionate way. Though you break this kiss first, you smirk at him. Kita shakes his head slightly as he says your name so deftly you almost miss it. You’re too enamored by the sudden electricity passed from you to him; it’s in the reflection of his eyes when you realize perhaps Kita one day will truly answer your question.

[emmyrosee]

My whole husband.

Everyone else can go

single dad kita who is so used to licking his finger and swiping the grain of rice off of his daughter's chin that he does it to you one night when you have some on your lip.

you freeze. so does he.

his thumb is still pressed up against your lower lip. you can feel the work-rough pad of it; his spit is slick against your skin. there's heat rising to your cheeks, a supernova burn.

"kita—" you start to say, his name strung out, frazzled with panic.

his thumb slips between your parted lips. you press your tongue against it instinctively; you can taste the salt of him and a hint of the sake you'd been sharing.

kita stares at you, his eyes searching. they're the color of a sunrise, a sweet golden dawn. there's a promise in them.

you press your tongue against his thumb again.

he breathes in through his nose. it's calm. composed. it makes something in you itch.

slowly, carefully, you close your lips around his thumb.

his eyes go dark, the color of whisky. he lets out a soft breath; you only hear the shake because you were listening for it.

a door creaks open.

the both of you go still again.

"daddy?"

it's high and plaintive, an uneasy warble. a little hiccup follows.

kita pulls free of you in an instant. he wipes his thumb against his shirt; you watch as it dampens with your spit.

he's halfway to the hallway when he glances over his shoulder at you. his gaze keeps you in place, a butterfly pinned by its wings.

"stay," he says, simple and firm. "we're not done yet."

[emmyrosee]

“Shes a beaut.”

The man claps a massive, calloused hand on the hood of the blue truck, smiling and chewing on a toothpick. “And how many miles she got?”

Shinsuke nods, “it has just under hundred-thousand.” He clasps his hands together and shrugs, “the brakes are new, tires might be going out within a few months but they’ll get you through the winter for sure.”

“Oil changed?”

Shinsuke smiles, “I do them myself. Made the change to synthetic moons ago, so it won’t give ya any problems, preformed one about two months ago.”

The man chuckles and shakes his head, “so, what’s wrong with it?”

Whats wrong with it?

Whats wrong with it?

You’re not here. That’s what’s wrong. There’s a vision Shinsuke has of you in the passenger seat, singing to the radio with your hand dancing out of the window of the car. When his gaze flicks to the back, he can see you in the bed of the truck, eating a snack and staring at the stars that dazzle in your eyes. He looks at the man, and his mind can briefly picture you leaning on the hood, watching him tinker and mess with his truck with a glass of iced tea in your hand for him.

He swallows thickly at the memories, the vision of you in one of his most beloved possessions. The truck he spent years saving for, for a job he spent years dreaming about, with a life he prayed to the gods for. You were the thing he was missing. You were the light that set him right. You were the one he thanked the universe for.

And now the truck, the job, the life is here. And you’re not.

And he doesn’t want it anymore.

“Kita?”

“There’s a dent in the passenger side, rear,” he manages, nudging his head. He can’t look at it because you caused it- the mailbox you hit hasn’t looked the same since.

But he doesn’t mind. He won’t fix it.

“That’s it?” The man laughs. “The itty bitty dent is the reason you don’t want this gorgeous girl?”

Shinsuke smiles because no.

It’s not.

Not even close.

[noosayog]

[7:00 pm] ft. kita shinsuke

wc: 400

When Kita Shinsuke had told you that you were his first serious girlfriend at the age of 26, he had apologized in advance for his “inexperience.” He had never kissed, never held hands, never had sex. His reddening cheeks had been so endearing when you gave them a pinch. 

But his concerns turned out to be completely unfounded, because… 

Currently, he has you pinned underneath him, kissing you without any traces of hesitance. 

He had started off gentle, large palms cupping your face while pressing close-lipped pecks into your lips. Then they were traveling, one hand moving to the back of your neck to simultaneously push you closer and tilt your face up. He slowly lowers you until you’re on your back, one hand making its way down your body until it’s stroking your waist, encouraging you to arch your back and roll your hips against him. 

The thought of slowing down to check in with him goes out the window when his tongue starts to tangle with yours and holy shit it feels like he’s getting more aggressive with every gasp he manages to pull from your throat. Both of his hands capture yours, intertwining your fingers above your head, effectively putting you in a position to surrender. 

And with the next (completely involuntary) roll of your hips, he sticks a pillow underneath your arched lower back. 

“Where did you learn that?” you pant against his lips. 

The look he gives you is innocent and confused. “Figured you might be more comfortable with support. Is that the wrong thing to do? I’m sorry…” 

“No, no. That feels nice. It’s just… how did you know-” 

Satisfied, he cuts you off to continue, pressing even harder than before. It takes two hard tugs of his shirt and three weak pounds to his shoulder to get his attention again. 

Reluctantly, he gives you an inch of space, but he doesn’t break eye contact when he uses a thumb to wipe off his saliva coating the corner of your lips. “You okay?” he rasps. 

“J- just need a second to breathe.” 

He smiles, pressing kisses to your eyelids. 

“You’re really good at this, Shin. Sure you’ve never kissed anyone else before?” 

He ignores your ribbing. “You feel okay now?” 

You giggle. “Uh-huh. But answer the-” 

“Good,” his damp thumb comes up to press on your swollen bottom lip. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

[emmyrosee]

This is so rude. How dare he not be in my life?

:¨ ·.· ¨: TOO ATTRACTED | kita shinsuke

`· . ꔫ summary: in which kita is crushing over you, his wife, all over again.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kita admits his "troubles" to the reader, he's so romantically dense it's cute, round-cheeks-kita headcanon, aran is mentioned, sorta sucky writing and a reuse of certain phrases and actions from my older posts, timeskip, inspired by that one guy on reddit.

warning/s: none.

kita shinsuke is starting to feel like he did during his highschool years again.

he doesn't know when or how it came to this, where he can't take his eyes off of you, or how everytime you touch him it feels like electricity, but he's starting to think that he's fallen ill.

his face gets warmer, both figuratively and literally, at the mere sight of you. have you always had this effect on him?

kita can't help but sweat when you're close. the way you snuggle into his side to steal all of his warmth almost made him flinch, as if this wasn't already a daily routine for you two.

every time you surprise him with a long kiss, he feels the need to hold you for support. by the waist, he prefers.

and whenever kita sees you playing with your wedding ring (a habit you developed), his heart swells. it's like a little reminder that he's married to you.

kita is lost in thought, and you just so happened to notice. "shin?" you call from the kitchen. kita faces you and sees you slicing some fruit, "are you okay?" you ask.

kita doesn't nod. maybe he can ask you why he's feeling this way. "can we talk?" kita asks and you nod, making your way over to the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the table in front of you. "what's on your mind, love?" you ask.

"love.." the nickname you called him every day, and every other day. he can feel your effect on him taking place already; with the way his heart was beating erratically against his ribcage, and the fact that he tries not to fidget with his own fingers.

"i— uhm.." did he just stutter? ".. did you do something with yourself lately?" kita asked. you tilt your head before shaking it, "no, not that i can remember. why do you ask?" you respond.

"then i think i'm coming down with a flu." kita says. you widen your eyes that are filled with nothing but care, "really?" you lean over and gently place your hand under kita's bangs and on his forehead. somehow, the effect you had on him doubled.

his breath hitches from the proximity that he should be used to by now. he patiently waits for you to pull away and give him his diagnosis, but you only shrug. "i don't feel anything out of the ordinary.."

kita sighs, maybe it's best if he just tells you what's on his mind. "i just— i feel like how i did when we still attended highschool." he says. you quirk a brow, not properly understanding his point of view, "what do you mean by that, shin?"

"whenever you walk into a room, aran would tell me how red my face got. i feel the need to protect you a lot more lately. not because i think you're incapable of defending yourself, but because i just want to. and when you kiss me.. i feel stiffer than usual." kita rants. "my eyes linger on you a little longer than it should, but i can't help it. you're just.." he pauses, seeing the soft smile on your face as you listened.

"so beautiful." he says, breathless.

you caress his round cheek that happened to be painted with a red hue. "now i'm no psychologist, but i think you're in love with me, shin." you said.

kita blinks at you. "but i've always loved you. why did i start feeling this way again only until recently?"

"how you felt when you were younger was probably just a crush, whereas it all felt new to you. being bashful over the person you like is normal." you explained, "like irina firstein said, "feelings don't dissipate over time, but only get stronger and deeper." so you might've just had a shift in the way you feel love now."

"but, alas, love is pretty weird, no?" you giggle.

kita nods, a small smile making its way on his handsome face.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[doingitforbokuto]

The White Knight - Chapter Three

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: The weight on your shoulders is starting to weigh on you - and isn't it a knight's duty to help in in whichever way he can? Isn't it normal for him to want to be close to you? So he can help you, of course. No other reason.

Words: 3,117

Warnings: reader having a panic attack

Your Point Of View

“Well, it certainly does sound like he.. cares about you.” Alysane wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively as she shoved another bite of cake into her mouth. You two finally had an opportunity to talk without being worried that Kita might hear you.

You were currently attending a small gathering your father had called together in the royal gardens. Your knight was standing a bit aside, giving you a respectful distance to talk to your friend. The chatter of the people around you made it so that you were sure he wouldn't be able to make our what you were talking about, so you had decided to tell the Lady what had happened between the two of you (you left out the details of your little breakdown, though). While you thought that he had just been trying to be nice and helpful, as a knight should always be, she seemed to be thinking of a different motivation behind his actions.

You leaned in and smiled at her. “Just because some knights are interested in some of the women at court, doesn't mean that he is.”

Alysane casted down her eyes as her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She knew just who you were talking about. On many, many occasions had you seen her and Osric exchange longing looks that would make anyone suspicious. If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that the two of them had already become more than just acquaintances or friends. But when you had finally asked the young Lady about her relationship with the knight, she had told you the truth about her situation.

-

"I know that you like him,” you said. “And that is great, isn't it? He is a very nice and respectable man who obviously likes you back.”

“That's not the point.” Alysane didn't even look you in the eyes. “I can not be with him. I can never be with him or any commoner.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words. Yes, Osric was not born into nobility and but he was a trustworthy and respected knight who had quite quickly worked his way up and into your father's favor, though not into his guard, he still worked at court and in the castle. Alright, it was still obvious that he came from nothing with the way he refused to replace things until they were completely unusable (like the a bit too small armor) but that didn't have to be bad thing. It just meant that he was a money-conscious man even despite the fact that he, as a royal knight, probably had more than enough money at his disposal - enough to support a wife and a family. So why wouldn't she marry him? What could possibly stand in their way?

“I do not understand you. He is a good man and even though he may not be nobility, his status as a royal knight makes up for that doesn't it?” You didn't want to say it, but in truth Alysane's family wasn't the best situated one. They had their titles and lands but they had never been the wealthiest or most influential house. It was merely by chance that you two had met when you were children at a tournament that both your and her father had been attending. The marriage of one of the women of her family to a knight with a status like Osric would be a marriage of two equals. It had happened before, even in her own family, so why not now?

“Because I am your friend.” She was whispering now but there was a harshness to her tone. “When my father learned that I would be allowed to come and live here, at court, he had made up his mind that I-” Her voice was breaking now as tears formed in here eyes that were no longer looking at you.

What wasn't she telling you? You reached for he hand, making her look back up at you.

“I really just wanted to come here and be your friend, y/n. You have to believe me. Please. I am not trying to play a game. Or at least I didn't want to.”

“Alright, Alysane. I believe you, I really do. Don't be afraid. What is wrong? You can tell me.”

She swallowed hard. “I am the only one in my family with a connection to royalty. The only one with the opportunity to marry above my status and make things better for my family.” The tears were now escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She gripped your arms as if she was scared you might turn away from her, leave her. “I truly love you, y/n, I really do, you have to believe me! But.. but I have to help my family. I have to do what my father asks of me or else..”

“Or else you might actually get to be happy?” You interrupted her. “This isn't what you want, Alysane! I would rather see you be married happily to a street musican than to one of those rich, high born lords with a stick up their arses.” Her words made you angry. How could her father ask her to give up her happiness just to help him worm his way up in society?

“Y/n.. I think we both know what it means to give up real love for our family.. don't you?” Her eyes were filled with infinite sadness - for both of you. And you knew that she was right.

-

As much as you enjoyed spending time with Alysane, you certainly did not enjoy being at this gathering. While your father had stopped searching for you future husband (for now), it certainly did not stop possible suitors from presenting themselves to you or your father. More than once had you have your conversation with your friend interrupted by a man introducing himself to you and telling all about the beautiful castle his family had or the importance of the ships they controlled or what not.

You had stopped caring about them a while ago. In the beginning, you had still listened to every word that they said and actually paid attention to how they behaved. In your young and naive mind, you had actually thought that you might be able to spot a man that would not make a horrible husband and nudge your father in his direction. But after the first time you had made any comment on one of the men, it did not go well. You father didn't like the man and would never consider marrying you to him.

“I know that this is hard to come to terms with, sweetheart,” he had said to you, “but this isn't about love anyway. This is about duty. When I got married to your mother, we did not love each other, either. But it was what was best for the kingdom. So we did it. And after time, we grew closer. I am sure that whoever will marry you will come to love you, too. Alright, my love?” The gentle look in his eyes almost made you furious - because he actually believed this. It's not that he didn't care about you, he was just so blind to your needs and feelings, he did not know you at all.

After the death of your mother he had become a man that was estranged from his family, someone who thought he knew best for everyone. Perhaps that was the consequence of being king for so long without a partner or a close friend to balance him out. The king makes all decisions, the king knows best. But he wasn't just the king, he was your father, too. Only that he did not behave like it.

So what did it matter how the men behaved towards you and how nicely and charmingly they introduced themselves? What difference did it make what you thought of them? None at all.

So instead, you took the opportunity to introduce them to Alysane. All of these men were noble and well situated, a good match for her. And unlike you, her father was not here to keep an eye on her. He was far, far away in his castle and had to put his trust into his daughter, hoping that she would find a good match. She actually had a say in who she married. So perhaps getting to know these men would be as interesting to her as it once was to you.

“Well, I will leave you two to continue your conversation, then.” A young man whose name you had already forgotten the moment it had left his mouth bowed to you with a smile on his lips. “I'm sorry for the intrusion. Enjoy the rest of the party.”

He must have noticed your obvious disinterested look and the way you were far, far away with your thoughts. It didn't stop him from holding out his hand to you with an expectant look in his eyes.

Reluctantly you placed your hand in his and cringed inwardly at the touch of his lips on the back or your hand. He lingered longer than he should have, leaving a mark of spit on your skin. You had to really gather all your self restraint so as to not pull your hand away and wipe it off on the skirt of your dress. Instead, you left it in his hand as he stood up straight again and clasped his other hand around yours, too. Was he ever going to let you go? Did he really think that this was charming?

All those men ever did was touch you and try and grab at any part of you they could get a hold of you. Their touch felt like they never wanted to let you go, like they wanted to keep you chained to them. They didn't touch you and kiss your hand to show their appreciation for you, to give you their respect or to make you feel better. They only did it for themselves. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when he finally walked away.

“You know, it's nice of you to introduce me to all of these men, but when I'm standing beside you there really is no way that they will ever consider marrying me.”

“It's worth a try, isn't it? Although I wouldn't want to see you marry this one.”

Your friend gave a small chuckle. “If you think so. But I still don't think it will ever lead to one of them being interested in me. I am trying to catch a big fish, not a whale.”

“But don't fish swarm to whales? If you know one, it will increase the chances of finding one you can catch.” The more men she knew, the higher her chances of finding a good catch. At least she should have that opportunity.

-

Kita's Point Of View

Kita watched you as you gave your friend one last hug before parting ways. It was obvious how much you enjoyed spending time with her - after all, there were almost no other women your age in this castle. At least none that were appropriate for a princess to be associated with. But after Kita had seen the sixth man approach you and obviously try uselessly to impress you, he could see the annoyed expression on your face from a mile away and knew that it was time to leave.

You hadn't been in a good mood today anyway, he could see the circles under your eyes only growing darker and darker the longer he was in your service. Perhaps it was best if you got some more rest, even if it wasn't sleep.

“Shall we leave?” You asked as you approached him.

“Of course, princess.” He bowed slightly and had to pull himself together to not offer you his arm like his grandmother had taught him to do when accompanying a woman. It was hard to be courteous to you when almost all of the things he would usually do were now frowned upon. Perhaps one day the urge to hold out his hand to you would subside, though he doubted that. In fact, ever since he had seen you break down in the garden the urge to touch you, hold you and comfort you had only grown stronger and stronger. But that was normal, he told himself. It was his duty to make you feel better. It was normal for a knight to want to comfort the person he was protecting.

You two had already reached the edge of the garden, where the hallways of the castle would lead you to your room and a well earned rest, when the clanging of metal against metal reached his ears. It made him turn around immediately, his body in front of yours, a shield of muscle and armor, while he reached for his sword. It was only then that he saw the poor maid that had run head first into a knight, her metal tray pushed against his armored chest as the food on it tumbled down to the floor. He released the handle of his sword from his grip and turned back around to you.

He was prepared to tell you that everything was alright and calm your nerves, to see you be surprised and maybe even a bit scared, but he did not expect to see you in the state that you were in now. Your face looked like all of the blood had been drained from it, your chest was heaving under your corset as you tried to press any air into your lungs. Your eyes were darting from one spot to another like a chased animal looking for somewhere to run. Your hand was gripping onto the stone wall of the hallway you were standing in front of, not yet inside. Kita was sure that any moment you would either pass out or use your remaining strength to actually run away.

Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to you like a man trying to calm down a frightened horse. “Princess?”

Tears shot into your eyes as you tumbled backwards. “Shin-”

Your back hit the wall as your knees gave out, your eyes rolling back into your head. Kita was quick to grab a hold of you and maneuver you inside, out of sight from the people attending the gathering. Quietly, Shinsuke prayed that they were still looking at the poor maid that had caused this whole ordeal and didn't notice you.

A bit down the hallway Kita found a windowsill he could place you on. With both of his strong hands still on your waist he heaved you up a bit so that your backside was leaning against the windowsill. Your head rolled to the side and was about to crash into the stonewall next to you until one of his hands shot up and cradled your head to protect it from the impact.

“Shin..” The rise and fall of your chest was still too fast from his liking but already slowing down, your voice merely a whisper. The look in your eyes was still unfocused as they tried to find his face, unable to focus on one point for more than a split second.

“It's fine, princess,” he answered your call. “I'm right here. With you.” He moved his hand from your waist to your biceps and squeezed gently. “You're safe.”

Finally, your eyes found his. At the pained, scared look in yours, Sinsuke almost felt tears well up in his own. Thankfully, he was strong enough to keep his composure and stay calm, even when your soft hands wandered up to his chest plate that he had gotten from the royal smith when he entered your service. It was engraved with the sigil of your house, a sign to the world that he belonged by your side, until death may part him from you. Your palms pressed onto it and pushed the metal against the layers of clothing lying uderneath it.

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you raised your head a bit. Your voice was quiet and shaky, but full of determination. Like his safety was the only thing that mattered to you.

Shinsuke stared back at you, dumbfounded. Was he alright? What did that matter? “I'm alright, princess. It was just a metal tray that made all that noise.”

His hand was still on your cheek when you nodded. He should remove it from your skin. He knew he should and he knew that he shouldn't be this close to you, knew that he shouldn't lean in just a tad more to try and catch another breeze of your scent. But your hands were still on him. Your cheek was still pressing against his hand ever so slightly. Your eyes were still locked onto his. You didn't mind him being so close - did you? No, no you liked it. Right? What if he was just imagining this? What if someone saw you?

It didn't matter if he liked it. It didn't matter if you like it. If someone saw you like this, it would be bad for the both of you. This was insanely inappropriate. He had to stop giving into this urge that he had been pushing and holding down ever since that day in front of the flower bed. He had to stop bothering you with his selfish desires. It was the one thing that he had sworn to himself when he became your knight, that he would put you above anything. His selfishness had already caused so much harm.. he could not let it get the better of him - yet again.

“Do you want me to bring you to your room now?” He asked as he removed his hands from you and stepped back ever so slightly. Just to make sure he was still being the dutiful knight he was supposed to be, he added a little “Princess?” To his question.

You looked back up at him with even more confusion in your eyes now. Maybe it was too early for you to stand on your own feet again. Just as he was about to offer you his hand again, you pulled yourself together and up onto your feet.

“Yes,” you said, a certain distance in your voice. “Yes, of course.” And with that, you clasped your hands together and started walking ahead of him - with weak legs but a cold gracefulness in your step that was reserved only for royals. It made you appear even larger, even more beautiful - and even more unreachable.

-> Next Chapter

[cottonlemonade]

Insatiable

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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.

[wttcsms]

Mr. Kita Shinsuke performing his everyday duty of keeping you full and pregnant😌 king of creampies and being a soft dom

cw breeding, pregnancy

oh, did you mean shinsuke kita who is absolutely obsessed with filling you to the brim with his cum? the same kita who dotes on you so heavily; he never wants you to lift a single finger, let him handle all the work. besides, what kind of husband would he be if he made his beloved, pregnant wife do any sort of work?

it's why he doesn't expect you to be on your knees when he gets home after a long, hard day of work. it's why he can only handle having you suck him off for so long before he's telling you gently but firmly to lie down, honey, i wanna take care of you, too.

kita's the type to fuck into you, slow and steady, careful not to hurt you, but still intense all the same. he'll have you with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you so deeply, balls heavy against you. he refuses to fuck you shallow, fuck you quickly. no — he has to take his time, make sure that you're all nice and bred, so stuffed full of his cum that even if it leaks out of your sore pussy, he'll know that he's done his job.

while he's fucking you, he's murmuring sweet words of praise and promises. how you're such a good girl for taking your breeding so well, how you're going to be a great mother, how he can't wait for this one to be born so he can fuck another kid into you. when the two of you are done, he'll kiss you on the forehead and whisper that you're such a sweet, wonderful wife. with his dick still inside of you, showing no signs of softening just yet, you know that as a good wife, you're going to lie there and enjoy every second of the pleasure he has in store for you <3

[clawsdevour]

his first crush

wc: 1.2k content warning: ur atsumu's first ever crush and he's all nervous and shy and silly!, fluff, atumu x reader, not proofread

note: this is for that one anon req!! im sorry that i chose to write atsumu instead of hoshiumi b/c genuninely i'm still not very familiar with hoshiumi as a character!! T_T but i still hope you enjoy this!!!!!

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“The girls are gonna practice alongside us this whole week, you better behave” you overhead from the back. A familiar voice jogging through your mind while you attempt to look back to see who said that.

It was Shinsuke Kita, Inarizaki’s boys volleyball captain. He was explaining the current situation the girls’ gym was in and why you were gonna be sharing their courts to the Miya twins who’ve stopped by at your class.

A recognizable blonde behind his grey haired twin was trying to sneakily look through your class. His eyes squinted and widened in excitement the moment he found out where you sat by the window. 

Atsumu had a big fat crush on you and everyone on the boys’ volleyball team knew. The moment school started after summer ended was when you found out you had class with one of them. Meaning, that that person may update Atsumu your every action if they really wanted to.

When you transferred into Inarizaki last year, you were a complete nobody. Not in a way where everyone disliked you, but in a sense where you absolutely knew no one. That was until you tried out for your favorite sport, volleyball, and successfully made it onto the team! From there you met your fellow friends, and classmates that they introduced you to. That of course, also lead to Atsumu’s discovery being you. 

One day you stayed a bit longer in the gym where no one else was in building. You were practicing your serves, in hopes to get better before your next match. From the corner of your eye you saw a blonde man peak his head in, feeling his intense eyes resting on you, but too focused to look back. 

Your dedication towards volleyball and your team got you caught up in his heart. He only came to the girls’ gym to look for his trainer, but was swept off his feet by his first crush ever, you.

“Oh my god Samu, she sits right ‘der” you heard Atsumu loudly whisper from behind Osamu before leaving.

You weren’t annoyed or disliked the fact that Atsumu liked you. You thought it was kinda silly how he chose you to crush on, overall he was popular amongst the girls in Inarizaki. 

Either way you weren’t sure what the rest of the school year is gonna bring but you know it’ll be a very interesting year before graduation.

“Okay girls, remember to be respectful to the boys and their coach because they’re allowing us practice in their gym this week due to construction,” your trainer explained to your team. You’re all standing in front of the gym while your coach continues. 

A few girls in the back were gossiping about the Miya twins and how attractive they are while you smiled under your straight face, a bit excited to see how Atsumu will react the moment he sees you walk in.

“For the first fifteen minutes, you guys will be stretching and warming up together to get along since we’re gonna be in here for a while. The boys’ coach will be subbing in for me while I prepare atheletic sheets to hand out, got it?” A loud ‘Yes!’ roaring from your group. 

Your coach slides open the door, excusing your guys’ intrusion. The boys’ trainer walks over to the entrance to greet you all, the sounds of squeaking coming to a halt to follow behind their trainer. 

When you’re all situated in the gym, their coach is going through all the basic rules about his courts and shows you which one you’ll be practicing in as well as where the balls are kept. Everyone’s bowing and introducing each other, of course a small crowd around the twins as always. They both somewhat ignored the girls, waiting for their trainer’s next order.

“Please choose a partner to get warmed up with for 15 minutes before you both split off and practice in your teams!” yelling across all the chit chat, catching everyone’s attention before they all go off to pick partners.

You’re looking down at everyone’s shoes, knowing everyone’s either already partnered up or already searching for one of the guys. A few steps in, a pair of familiar shoes catches your attention while you look up. It was no else but Atsumu Miya.

“Um… HI! Do you need a partner?” A bit louder than usual due to anxiousness, his hand reaching out to you with the other scratching the back of his neck to calm his high nerves. His large hooded eyes inspecting you in your casual shorts and tee.

“Oh..! Sure,” gladly agreeing amongst the murmurs. His hand reaches out to yours, leading you towards the volleyball cart in the back to select your ball, trying to get away from the crowd that gradually dispersed. While choosing a ball, his piercing tension is so dense the pressure’s making you sweat in fear.

“How bout you choose? You probably know which one’s best!” Turning around rapidly, pushing him closer to the cart nervously trying to get rid of this awkward atmosphere you created.

“O-Okay..” turning his head to seek a ball that’s in good condition. His heart is pumping like crazy, he can’t help but swallow hard. He wants this to go well and to build a stable connection with you throughout the week.

The moment he turned around was when you started to get down to stretch. Taking your mind off that blonde to get all loose, thank god because he would’ve continued to stare you down while you were choosing a ball.

“Let’s practice over there,” facing you again with a wide smile, he’s pointing at the corner of the gym where it’ll just be you two. Everyone’s already finished stretching, either in line to grab a ball where the front of the gym was or peppering to get more warmed up.

You agreed and followed him, he’s walking so stiffly. Did he forget to stretch? You can’t help but have these random thoughts engulfing your mind while you analyzed Atsumu now that you get to see him up close. 

Blonde hair that so needed to be toned with purple shampoo, his brown hair growing in and peeking from the bottom. His tall and broad stature was attractive.. Not to mention his face. Him and his twin are highkey attractive, you had to admit.

“Pass!!” you shouted at him the moment threw the ball in the air. Somehow catching him off guard.

“Sorry about that. Kinda got the jitters, ‘er something like that. Ya know what, ignore that.. That was embarrassing” his pale face flushed a hot red in humiliation from what he just said. You tell him it’s okay and to continue, hearing him course under his breath.

To be honest, you thought that it was kinda cute that he had this more vulnerable and shy side to his tough guy act he always puts up. For once, he was the one who’s more flustered than even just a regular girl.  Before he began to practice with you, all you could think about is how this was gonna be a long but fun week.

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[emmyrosee]

i know kita is so smart and so confident and suave, but you CANNOT convince me that sometimes, his intrusive thoughts win and he gets caught in his own head in the cutest ways.

like one day, he went to throw away a candy wrapper while still holding his phone- he ended up throwing his phone in the trash and holding the wrapper.

a few weeks ago, he was bringing a glass of juice to his spot on the couch, and for whatever reason, he threw it. on the couch. a complete moment of thoughtlessness that had him in a tizzy.

when he was dog sitting for the twins, one of the treats smelled like bacon, and he took a bite. he tossed it all back up, and he’d rather chew on glass than have anyone know he let his thoughts go that buckwild.

yesterday, suna sneezed, and he said a simple, albeit oddly firm “be quiet.” he apologized relentlessly, while suna just stifled his laughter as best as he can (which was not very) because where the literal hell did that come from?

atsumu had a rice grain on his cheek, and when he went to go take it off, for some god knows reason, he ate it. the twin was in absolute shambles.

just. kita is mr perfect, but god if his own brain doesn’t try its hardest to crack that whole facade and bring him down.