#kita shinsuke smau

[svnarin]

୨୧⋆ ˚ — how will the inarizaki 4 would react to you confessing through text

featuring! suna, atsumu, osamu, kita

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

[sunarots]

need a hand? — kita shinsuke

summary. being a year older than your friend kita comes in handy when he becomes captain, as it means you can now care for his gran when he can’t

[ferigrieving]

hq boys as tweets.

ft. tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, goshiki, kita, kenma, mattsuwaka, bokuto, & shirabu !

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

[skiiyoomin]

BOO i love the texts of accidentally sending nudes. please make one for the twins, rin and anyone else tbh ehhehe they’re so funny

ღAccidentaly sending them nudes part 4

ʚCont: slightly suggestive, gn!reader, use of babygirl (as a joke), swearing

ʚCharacters included: Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Kita, Sakusa

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[struwberrii]

haikyuu boys in relationships ˚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are my headcannons on how i think haikyuu boys would be in relationship (inarizaki edition :3)

characters: kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

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kita

takes such good care of you and always packs stuff for you that he knows you’ll probably forget

memorized all your favorite products and randomly buys you refills when you’re running low

helps you study (he’s better at teaching than the teacher)

not one for pda but def leaves kisses on the top of your head and cheek quickly, love language is probably acts of service or quality time

always joking about marrying you (it’s not a joke guys i think he wants to marry you)

very open with how he’s feeling/his emotions, believes communication is key

genuinely the healthiest relationship guy ever

loves to bake for you, i feel like he’d make really good bread

his grandma loves you

atsumu

stupid but in a cute way

work him up on purpose he’s so cute when he’s frustrated with you

like a puppy in love with you, like he is genuinely star struck by you

calls you beautiful/pretty/handsome 24/7

loves carrying you in his arms.

i feel like his love language would be gift giving so your bed is covered in plushies from him and he’s constantly giving you chocolates

super flirty, always keeps you blushing, but he’s also like rlly cute about it idk

osamu is tired of you guys and constantly makes fun of tsumu for being so obsessed with you

takes you on surprise dates to like aquariums or arcades

jokingly makes fun of you often

osamu

brags about you/ shows you off constantly

also obsessed with you but more nonchalant about it

cooks for you, loves inviting you over to cook with him as a date night too

love language is probably words of affirmation or quality time

his mom loves you so much

always keeps you laughing

asks you to help him studying but you guys never actually end up studying

has a 3 month tiktok streak with you

has matching bracelets or rings with you

will make flirty/bold comments then get super embarrassed and blushy

his profile picture is you and him

always talks about his goals and how he plans his future with you

forehead kisses

suna

nonchalant king

very funny and bold on text but like chill and quiet irl

that one meme where ur talking all that game thru text then get all shy in person

also teases you jokingly but if you do it back he gets really flustered really fast

loves when you touch/play with his hair

love language is probably touch or quality time

always has an arm around your shoulder

gets you snacks and walks you home everyday

knows all the coolest spots in town and takes you there late at night to stargaze

he knows everything about everyone bc he’s quiet and kind of just eavesdrops so he tells you all the drama

randomly sends pics of u he secretly takes

[nectardaddy]

'88 FORD . . . kita shinsuke + f! reader 

“ you have me. until every last star in the galaxy dies. you have me. ”     - amie kaufman

INFORMATION

content/CWs: smau/written hybrid, farmer's daughter trope, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mutual (extreme) pining, a little angsty, heavily inspired by aspects of american southern culture, intense/heavy emotions, check each chapter for warnings series completed

EXTRAS

playlist moodboards →  '88 Ford | yn | kita spinoff series → serendipity

TABLE OF CONTENTS

introductions : vboys + farmer shin | country girl I love youuu prologue : I like this one  one : take a break  two : stormin'  three : wash out  four : rattled  five : important  six : tell your friends  seven : stupid  eight : it didn't  nine : another step back  ten : a crime of passion  epilogue : again

[w2mini]

INARIZAKI TEAM . CALL THE POLICE! HUH?!

inarizaki vb team x manager!reader

warnings ; swearing, but its just pure fluff, and they’re all just whipped for you 😋

SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ It was currently the students favorite time of the academic year, the intramurals. Unfortunately though, you got injured during one of your games, the Inarizaki vb team panics, chaos ensues.

╰ You honestly don’t know why you agreed to be in this position, but a classmate of yours listed your name on the players for the basketball girls team without your knowledge about it so now you’re quite literally forced to play to represent your class.

“PLEASE I swear it’ll be just one game” one of your class officers pleads for you to join.

“But I don’t even play basketball-“

“We barely have any players and most of us quite literally suck at sports!”

“no”

“yes”

“no”

“I’ll treat you a (favorite food)”

Now you were tempted by that offer, you paused for a moment before letting out a sigh and finally nodded in agreement.

“Alright fine I’ll play” you swore you saw your classmate having sparkles around them after you agreed.

And that is how you ended up in this situation as you were currently warming up on the basketball court and wearing the jersey your class designed, at least the color suited you nicely.

You couldn’t care less about the outcome of the game and you just wanted it to end as soon as possible, that is if it weren’t for them watching on the sidelines.

“GO [NAME]!!”

A certain piss blonde yelled from the audience, your eye twitched in annoyance and you could feel a vein pop from your head, good lord this is so embarrassing.

Although it was the Intramurals, varsity players weren’t allowed to join the games, hence why the volleyball club that you babysit managed decided to watch you play and embarrass you with their loud cheers (Atsumu).

“THATS OUR PRETTY MANAGER OVER THERE!”

“SHOOT THE BALL [NAME]”

You were mentally praying for the gods to take that annoying setter away and saying that he was ready for it, you didn’t even dare to give the group a single glance as your face heated up in embarrassment, your fist was screaming to pack a punch right now.

“Yer look good in that jersey!” why thank you Osamu for being the better twin but did it really have to be in front of half of the school?

And god forbid giving Suna a phone, you can clearly see that he has his phone up with the camera pointed towards you, what ever happened to media privacy these days?

The referee for the game suddenly blew their whistle, signaling to start the match, and gestured for the players to round up on the court.

‘It’s just intramurals’ is what you repeatedly told yourself, while you didn’t care about who would step out of the gymnasium as winners, you felt slightly nervous about making a mistake as you thought about the worst-case scenarios that could go downhill as you played.

One of your classmates noticed this as she approached you and gave a light pat on your back “Just take it easy and enjoy the game��� Right, good point, you weren’t even a basketball player in the first place.

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The game was surprisingly going okay despite being four points away from the other section’s score, sweat trickled down your skin as your breath kept getting heavier. You placed your hands on your knees as you tried to regain your composure, damn since when was basketball this intense?

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, the volleyball club kept cheering for you as the game went on. Despite how worn out you were starting to feel, their cheers never failed to motivate you despite how stupid it’s gonna sound most of the time, a soft smile forms on your lips at the wholesome thought.

“[Name] is surprisingly doing good for a sport she doesn’t play,” Kita stated continuing to observe you, despite the lack of emotion on his face, he was impressed with your stamina and the ability to keep up despite how intense it gets and the disadvantage of your physique. (Atsumu and Osamu’s constant bickering was your stamina training)

Aran nods in agreement with Kita’s statement, unbeknownst to them, it was Aran who taught you a few tricks in basketball since you complained about not knowing the sport, although he wasn’t that much of a player of basketball, he was willing to help you learn since you’re their precious manager after all.

Aran taught back to the week before the intramurals, the volleyball boys had just finished their practice for the day and you were currently passing their water bottles to each one like the amazing manager you were. When it was Aran’s turn to receive it, you handed him the water bottle and proceeded to ask if he still played basketball.

“I don’t play that often anymore, but I still know how to, is something the matter with it?” He asks as he drinks from the bottle and wipes off the sweat from his face with a hand towel.

“It’s nothing serious, I just got forced to play for the upcoming intramurals, and well…” Aran made an ‘oh I see’ expression as he nodded in response.

He ruffled your hair and had a warm smile on his face “If you’re asking for help I’m willing to do so, we can start tomorrow after club practice” Sometimes you ask yourself if the man in front of you right now descended from the heavens.

“Really?! That really means a lot, thanks Aran!” he swore he saw your eyes light up. You got the ACE of Inarizaki feeling his knees weaken at your sight, you were just so adorable!

Atsumu abruptly standing up from his seat and cheering loudly snapped Aran from his thoughts, he can be so ironic sometimes.

The ball was passed to you as you dribbled away with it to go to the designated hoop your team was supposed to shoot in. Unfortunately for you, the disadvantage of getting the ball was getting cornered by the enemy team.

Fuck, this is what you hated the most, defense. You held the ball tightly as they cornered you from the back to prevent you from going further.

As you were about to attempt to pass the ball to another teammate, you felt a sudden force slam into your back, causing you to drop to one knee and gasp in pain as your knee collided with the ground, you swore you felt a bruising form there.

You were thrown off balance as your back was forced downward, propelling your body forward and sending a sudden shock through your spine with the sudden movement. You tumbled to the ground, hitting your head with a resounding thud.

It all happened simultaneously, a sharp, unbearable ache shot through your knee. You couldn't tell if it was bleeding or not due to your hazy vision. As if that wasn't enough, your back threatened to cramp up while your head throbbed with an intense, stabbing pain.

You could hear the referee's whistle signaling to stop the game. You clutched your head, trying to ease the pain, as your body shivered from the overwhelming intensity of the pain from head to knee.

“Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to trip on you I’m so sorry!” one of the players from the other section that you were playing against with cries out, you could hear the visible guilt in her voice.

"[Name]!" Aran's urgent call rang out, prompting the entire volleyball club to spring into action. In an instant, they converged around you, their concern palpable as panic threatened to take hold.

“IS SHE OKAY? SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!” Michinari panicked, not even realizing he mentioned the wrong department.

“Dumbass! yer mean the ambulance?” Atsumu replies as he had his arms protectively wrapped around your figure.

“Atsumu that’s enough, we should bring her to the nurse’s office.” Kita instructs as they all nodded.

“Can yer stand?” Atsumu assists you to stand on your feet and observed your figure, you weakly nod as you barely stood up straight, not when your knee was bleeding.

“Are yer a dumbass? Isn’t it obvious she can’t?!” says Osamu and this only fueled Atsumu’s anger until you spoke.

"No, I-I'm fine, I swear," you lied, trying to prevent them from bickering further. You feel your legs immediately giving up, so you quickly hold onto Atsumu's arm for support before you completely fall. "Okay, maybe not," you muttered weakly.

As your head spun and your whole body screamed for help, you found yourself holding onto Atsumu's arm for support like how a koala holds onto a tree. You rested your aching head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh. Guilt washed over you as you realized you had dragged them into this mess. This was not how any of this was supposed to go.

The blonde's eyes softened when he saw you, he’s always had a soft spot for you after all. It was rare for you to ask for help from others, but this time was an exception. "I've got ya, princess. Yer can count on me," He said. You simply nodded in reply, not expecting what would happen next.

“Huh wait- what are you doing-“ You gasped when he swept you off your feet and held you in a bridal-style embrace as you held onto his shirt, drawing coos from the surrounding crowd.

“Yer so embarrassing!” Osamu cringed at the scene, Suna took a picture, the others just let out a sigh in disbelief, and you were too exhausted to protest and ask him to release you (you didn’t wanna walk anyway). Despite your weariness, you couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at the attention.

“At least be careful when carrying her yer pig!” the grey-haired twin calls out in concern and annoyance, he could never trust his brother with these types of situations.

“I am being careful! Would ya quit complaining?!” Atsumu retorted as he held onto you tightly as if he was scared to drop you.

“Oh my god, just go!” Aran stops them from fighting further as they all went to the nurse.

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You were currently sitting on one of the beds as the nurse tended your wound on the knee, “You should be more careful next time. It’s a relief it won't be that serious,” the nurse states as she sanitizes your knee before wrapping it up with a bandage.

You let out a hiss as the pain shot through you but soon collected yourself. You applied the cold compress the nurse had handed you to your forehead, and you felt a surge of cold, refreshing mintiness that eased the cramp in your back, thanks to the cooling patch the nurse had placed there.

Meanwhile outside of the nurse’s office was a bunch of guys who were waiting for you with distressed faces like they had just gotten their horrible exam scores, everyone who passed by them gave them a concerned look.

Although they may not always express it openly, they genuinely value and appreciate your hard work as their manager. Your significant contributions have made you an indispensable part of the club, and it's difficult to envision the team without your steadfast and reliable presence.

Who will refill the water bottles? Who will give them their towels after a match? Who will stop the twins from arguing? Who’s going to shower them with your lovely praises—?!

“You guys look depressed” Your voice suddenly cuts through the unbearable silence that loomed over them as you stood there at the door arms crossed, and a cooling patch on your forehead.

Not wasting a second later, the twins tackled you as they dramatically cried and rambled on how they couldn’t live without you.

“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE!” chill out Atsumu.

“Please don’t do that again, I haven’t repaid your (favorite food) that I ate the other day” It’s okay Osamu– wait YOU DID WHAT?!

“I don't think you guys should do that-“Go tell them Omimi!

“Be careful with her! she just got out of the office!” Aran calls out in concern, poor him never getting a break with the twins’ antics.

“Andddd that’s going to the favorites album,” says Suna as he records the moment with his phone, what a bastard.

The pair of twins who were still clinging onto you are taken aback when they hear you let out a chuckle. Even Kita seems astonished, holy moly you were smiling? Their manager, who was always so serious and stoic around them was chuckling?!?!

"…Don't worry guys, it's just that my body isn't used to sudden physical activity, but the nurse assured me that I'll be back to normal in no time," you reassured them with a gentle smile playing on your lips, conveying the situation with a calming tone.

With the way they portray you in this moment right now, you probably wouldn't survive a Greek mythology story if Aphrodite was involved.

“Yer cute when ya smile,” Atsumu said as he rested his chin on your shoulder, shamelessly poking your cheek.

Aran approaches you and ruffles your hair, “We’re just glad you’re okay” he says with a warm smile.

Without warning, Michinari enthusiastically shouts, 'GROUP HUG!' and proceeds to pull everyone in close for an embrace.

You have consistently maintained a sense of distance from the boys, even though you are their manager, creating a substantial barrier that keeps you separated from them.

Becoming too personal and vulnerable with them was the last thing you wanted; it's not that you disliked them— you simply didn't want to appear as weak and delicate in their presence.

And not to mention their fangirls too, that burden alone was heavy enough to carry on your own, they were considered one of the best teams nationwide, and it was pressuring enough to just stand beside them, you weren't strong and outstanding like them, so you decided that it's probably for the best to stay hidden in the shadows.

Walking quickly past them in the hallways, only engaging in conversation if they initiated it, and maintaining a strictly professional relationship with them as classmates. These were the guidelines you set for yourself.

But seeing how much they were worried for you at this moment right now over an injury that would heal quickly tomorrow, you couldn't help but let a sense of vulnerability crack through your shell. You felt safe with them.

Maybe you could start getting used to moments like these.

NOTES ˎˊ˗ did i write this during our intramurals where i was supposed to be cheering for our team but instead wrote this? yes. Also I’m legit about the injury too btw, idk how my classmate survived that, shes a different breed😭😭

IKK im supposed to be updating love next door but i just had a thought, erm… forgive me🥹🥹

im never getting tired w/ these inarizaki manager fics, someone tag me on more 🔥🔥

hello mga fellow filipinos na intrams ngayon, kaya pa ba? HHAHAHHAHAH

sorry if i couldnt fit the rest of the inarizaki members and gave them more interactions… i may or may have not focused more on [name], whoops

[angelsleepinggurl]

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cw: fingering in a library

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it’s pathetic to say but books seem to be the only friend you’ve been capable of making at high school. it doesn’t bother you as much as it used to, who would want to befriend lying, back-stabbing, drama-causing bitches? you simply didn’t have time to deal with that anyway. the only thing in mind is your dream school, waiting for you arms outstretched and all. you find yourself in the library yet again, past school hours, deciding to hole yourself up in the silent room until closing hours, then studying more in the comfort of your own room. exciting friday evening!

frustrated, you puff as you get stumped by another question. today simply isn’t your day and you can’t understand why not. everything seems to be going the same. unless-

your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar figure strolling over to you, sporting the usual bedhead and that infuriatingly lazy smirk. of course.

kuroo tetsurou drags the chair out from beside you and sits on it backwards, as if that was somehow charming. what, is this supposed to be sexy? "hey, princess," he drawls, looking at you through his raven-black hair, his voice slow and syrupy. you respond with nothing more than a glare and a pointed nod toward the 'silence in the library' sign above your head. "no one follows that stupid rule," he says, deadpan. you roll your eyes and pointedly shift in your seat, turning your back to him. "aw, don’t be like that," he purrs, his tone almost teasing but as lazy as ever. there's something catlike about the way kuroo moves and talks like he’s never in a rush. every word seems deliberate, almost annoyingly slow. "i just wanna have a little fun," he whispers, leaning in, his face far too close for comfort.

you can practically feel the smugness radiating off him. and of course, he’d choose now to be a distraction. an unfamiliar hand circles the flesh around your knee, the owner of that hand grins at you, chin resting in his hand. you slap it away, not tolerating any of his nonsense. “fine.” he says in surrender, arms lifting off. “i won’t get up to anything. you would sigh in relief but you know better than that. “but can i just…” the same sneaky hand back on your exposed leg, thumb gently rubbing circles on the soft skin. “keep it here. to keep you company. and mostly because i can.” this makes you loosen up.

right. your autonomy has been stripped from you.

you turn to face your books properly, deciding to delve into your material again, maybe this time you’d focus better. “good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.”

silence envelops the both of you as it’s meant to be, and it’s fine. he really isn’t bothering you, the problem is your sensitivity. you’ve realised that your fogged-up mind was due to your lack of release. a kuroo being here, his hand shifting higher and higher, every occasional grope being tighter than the last has you subconsciously squeezing your legs together. you’re hoping he won’t notice, especially as you keep switching legs to cross and avoiding squeezing your thighs together but soon it's evident on your face and how you’ve not picked up your pen after 5 whole minutes. you’re sitting staring holes into your maths book, hoping you don’t make as much of a twitch to give him the wrong signal. a signal on which he picks up.

“don’t stop because of me, really. i’m just here to watch you work is all.” you can’t even snap back at him as you’re focusing on no sounds slipping past your lips. “but,” he says carefully, leaning close. if you need to ever ‘let lose’ you know who to come to. i mean I'm not a study expert like you, but i do know… that if you’re not in the right headspace, then it’s hard to remember what you’ve learnt. i may know a few ways to help unwind. say the word and i’m yours.”

“ohh.” it’s quiet when you succumb to him, allowing this. but you can’t help it, you feel pent up and your mind isn’t thinking clearly.

“i’ll take that.”

you’re gonna hate yourself for this.

“make it quick.” you snap, readjusting your sitting angle to allow room for his hand.

“oh honey, i don’t rush my work.” he informs you, eyes locking with yours as he looks up.

great.

“what if we-”

“get caught?” he finishes, tearing his gaze away from your legs and to you. “don’t worry, i know that one of your big concerns, that won’t happen. unless you can’t keep your mouth shut.” with a slow hand, he lifts the fabric of your skirt, cold air rushing further up your legs. “you really are a soaker. look at that.” he exclaims, the only time his eyes seem to widen as he soaks in the sight of your drenched cunt, wetting your panties.

usually, you would feel a flush of embarrassment but the need the need to come is stronger. cautiously, kuroo slips his fingers down the undergarment, the gentle pads of his fingers reaching your clit. you sigh softly as with gentle rubs he soothes your stress. you place your hands around his arm, which seems to be working its magic as you’re finding it difficult to sit still in your chair. you see him wanting to tease you about your inability to stop squirming, which he bites back upon seeing your targeted stern look. you’re actively pushing down moans in the silent library, the only sound is chairs shuffling, pages rustling and pens rolling. not the sound of a girl having her pussy played with when anyone could come in and spot the two students in the act, getting them expelled.

but it’s all too thrilling. maybe for kuroo more than you. he doesn't notify you when his fingers slip from your sensitive bud and down into your throbbing cunt. you instinctively squeeze your thighs together, the sensations getting stronger and making it harder for you to control yourself. it’s almost as if kuroo is chasing the high himself, the way his fingers pump and curl so rhythmically, fingertips brushing against your g-spot every so often. “shh baby, we don’t wanna get caught now do we?” purrs in your ear, clearly enjoy how flustered he’s making you and how powerful you make him feel. you close your eyes and drop your head back, rather than focusing on not riding his fingers subtly. “don’t need to hold back on my account, you can ride em if you wanna.” kuroo’s laser-sharp focus and attentivity to subtle details like that almost freak you out. as if he’s almost watching. “come on princess ik you want it.” he says with a smile, that you can feel on your cheek. pressed against it and feeling defeated as his smug grin boasts itself in your face. you almost have half a mind to push him off and leave, but in that way, you don’t get satisfied, you don’t release, you don’t win. “there’s a good girl.” he hums as you give into your corporeal desires, and start rolling your hips towards him. you hate you admit it, but he is damn good. he knows how to work those fingers.

your hair falls in front of your face again as you lean it forward, feeling the pressure build-up within you faster than usual, your sweet release seems to be approaching much more hurriedly. £fuck I'm close I'm gonna come.” you pant out breathlessly, still aware to keep your voice down.

“i know, i know, i can tell. i’ll make you come real soon.” his lips attach to your jaw as he kisses along it. £fuck you’re tight.” he states, removing his lips from you and focusing on speeding up and working his fingers faster, thrusting harder. now the chair is squeaking against the floor and your heart is racing, from fear, excitement and pure bliss of all the sensations blurred into one. kuroo places a large hand over your mouth, covering it firmly as he feels your high approaching. it takes a few more seconds before you’re squealing muffled squeals into his palm, closing your eyes and pointing your toes. “ cumming all over my finger like that, didn’t take you for a messy girl.” his fingers are drenched in your arousal and neediness. dripping in pure out as he peels his hand away slowly. drinking in the sight of your puffed-out state, trying desperately to silently catch your breath in the library. your composure is lost as you place your hand on the edge of your chair to keep yourself upright, hair slightly sticking to your face and legs still in the air as you come down. “messy girl,” he coos. “this is no way to leave the school, don’t want your cum ruining the carpet now do we, open wide.” you follow his instructions without a second thought, your mouth opening wide on command as his fingers invade it. you suck without being told to, your tongue swirling around his digits as you look up at him with your larger doe eyes.

“there’s a good girl. hey fun idea, wanna take this to the table? i can think fo a couple ways to make you cum faster.” you deadpan at his suggestion. your face does not even crinkle in the slightest to show the least bit of amusement.

“was that supposed to be funny? that’s no funny. please leave now, you’re disrupting our silence.”

“the only thing disturbing the silence was your loud ass pussy, but whatever you say princess.” he shrugs,

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[clawsdevour]

delicate makeup

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, kita x reader, fluff, not proofread

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A night full of fun and celebration at your wedding, winding down to just a shared intimate moment between you and your newly wed husband, Kita Shinsuke. After your exhilarating marriage ceremony and the after party between your two families, you both are just absolutely exhausted but still running on adrenaline the moment you step inside your home.

Giggling as you both entered the door into your cozy little home. The lock being flicked the moment the door closed behind Kita as you skipped your way down to your shared bedroom. Contently placing down all of your items on the bedroom floor before changing into your robe to step into your bathroom. 

Flicking on the lights before looking closely at yourself in the mirror, your curls were all disheveled back into your hair’s original state. Brushing through your tangled loose curls in an attempt to smooth them out while you inspected your makeup. It was like you celebrated so hard your makeup was almost melting off, revealing your bare and raw skin underneath.

Your eye makeup was still in tact, but of course, smeared around. The eyeliner dissolved off your skin just like your foundation and concealer. Face looking like a hot pale mess, your lips were too. Drinking all the delicious liquids provided at your wedding, your lipstick being taken off sip by sip until your natural pale lips shown their true color.

Peering back into your reflection, you watch your husband Kita walk up from behind you. Slithering his arms wrapped in his fancy dress shirt around your shoulders, placing a sweet kiss on your exposed cheek.

“I need to remove my makeup so badly..” you cooed while tiredly rocking around in his comforting arms.

“Here, let me” Kita’s voice resonating in your skin.

Removing his embrace from your shoulders, opening the cabinet door to grab the makeup remover along with a few cotton pads. His fingers unscrewing the makeup remover bottle cap to distribute the substance upon the cotton.

Closing your eyes and letting the cold and wet piece of cotton rub combat against your warm skin, drowsiness washing upon your heavy eyelids. His fingers working delicately on your skin, almost like he was casting a spell on you to fall asleep.

“Thank you, Shinsuke” you whispered out in the lowest volume you could ever manage when you felt the cotton pad disappear from the surface of your damp skin, followed by the sound of the tap running down the facet.

Washing his hands, fighting against your eyes to look at Kita. A gentle smile curling on his lips as he turned off the sink and wiped his hands on a towel. Leaning down to head level and placing a kiss on your pursed lips.

“Love you,” leaning down to head level and kissing your pursed parted lips.

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[zumicho]

she takes work frustrations out on ao3, writing fics about the hot guy living next door — kita shinsuke. he helps fix roof leaks, kill pests, and stands up to their asshole landlord. unfortunately, having a spare key to her apartment leads him to read the monitor she forgot to shut down when she left.

pairing kita x miya reader

tags, cws smau hybrid (no tweets, texts only), language, lots of hurt-comfort, fem!reader, grief at the start, parental issues lol

status : coming soon ; taglist : open, send an ask/reply (27/50)

a/n : this fic is dedicated to dodger ♡ I wouldn’t be writing this if my love for kita hadn’t been revived by 88 ford !! go read go read go read

*no shade to betterhelp, joke purposes only. “AO3 > therapy” lol

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text intros

prologue : lucky number

grew up in the same house, so I know why you lash out. I understand you, more than you think I do

one : the curse (make your bed)

forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?

two : got a nickel?

I know better than to drive you home, cause you’d invite me in — and I’d be yours again.

three : the blessing (say thank you)

I guess it’s all about the things you want but never get

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extra a/n: do NOT expect consistent uploads, the profiles/prologue should be out by tomorrow (07/29/24)

[splitontendo]

silly bf text

part two with inarizaki boys this time!! ft ( aran o. suna r. kita s. miya o. miya a.) atsumu was kinda a reach but i laughed.

[todorokis-girl]

How he is:

He’s not a very physical man, PDA is not his thing, and even in private he can be stingy with his touches; but that’s what kills you, when he does provide them, they make your brain melt. The subtle touches while lounging on the couch and watching a movie, the gentle kisses on your shoulder as he walks behind you in the narrow kitchen, how he squeezes your thighs in the car while he drives, the kisses on your neck before bed, the gentle pat on your ass while you take showers together, and most importantly the way he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat and whispers in your ear how much he needs you.

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[tobxiyu]

✶ BF TEXTS !

featuring. kita, osamu, oikawa, sakusa and sugawara.

fluff , crack | established relationship | another post bc im in a good mood :)

[t4kalcvr]

BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

CHAPTER 16. a little game

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🗒️: my allergic reaction has finally been BANISHED. and i go on vacation on Thursday 😩😩 wont be coming back until sunday, so i might not update during that time period, sorryyyyyyyys :b and im still working on vamos a bailar, hopefully i’ll get the ML out before vacation, or another chapter of this :)

fun fact : i actually did accidentally text in the wrong groupchat 😞 but decided to make that part of the story EL OH EL

🏷️ : @idkanymorebuthere @iamapotat @midnightemy35 @alienvarmint @cillshot @sukunasrealgf @lycheesuwa @mitsuyakii @kurenix @tkooooop @k0z3me @universal-s1ut @mistcloud2

[shoyostar]

INTRO 001. ( LOVE INTERESTS )

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cardinal rule number one of university ; don’t fuck your classmates. unless they happen to have something you want.

SUMMARY friends with benefits? more accurately fuck buddies with perks. to get the most out of your time, you’re picky about who you fuck and why.

kita from comp sci is the smartest student on campus. suna from gen chem is fun to be around. atsumu from physics is the best fuck of your life. and osamu from biochem is a damn good cook.

all different classes, all different bonuses. no strings attached, you thought you had nothing to worry about.

“you know suna?”

“why do you know suna? how do you know suna??”

MISC.

— reader, suna, osamu & atsumu are all in the same year ( second year of uni ), kita is in his third year.

— osamu sells food to drunk guys in his fraternity as a side hustle.

— reader’s major is systems biology.

— suna posts so much on instagram he had to make a dump account just so atsumu’s tl would stop getting flooded.

— reader is a maneater.

— atsumu was going to go pro right after highschool but osamu convinced him to atleast get some kind of degree “just in case”.

— suna is still on the fence about going pro. atsumu’s been trying to convince him to join the volleyball team so he doesn’t get rusty.

— osamu, atsumu & suna actually had zero idea they were all going to be at the same university, let alone same fraternity. they moved in the first day, saw each other and their jaws dropped.

— likewise, kita knew they were going to his university but no idea they were going to be in his fraternity.

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© SHOYOSTAR 2023 — do not repost, copy, translate or edit my works. do not recommend my account outside of tumblr.

[struwberrii]

it’s so sweet ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

you run a bakery across the street from onigiri miya, you and the owner, osamu miya, often visit each others stores. that led you to meeting suna rintarou, one of osamus childhood friends. how many warm chocolate chip cookies will it take to melt his icy heart <3

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pairing : suna rintarou x f!reader

status : ongoing! ♡

taglist : comment to be added !

warnings/info : modern au, y/n is kind of girly, mentions of substance use and smoking, y/n also bakes and runs a bakery, suna is kind of sarcastic/mean, all characters are post time skip , maybe a love triangle teehee :)

it’s so sweet playlist

bakery playlist

onigiri miya playlist

it’s so sweet pinterest board

chapter 1 : the usual ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

chapter 2 : dreamy desserts 🍰⋆⟡˖ ࣪

chapter 3 : terms and conditions ⋆⭒˚.⋆