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"Anne is such a bright baby. She´s lively, kind and warm, and has a thousand sweetnesses. I love her best when she is asleep and better still when she is awake."

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another kita x reader idea ive never seen anyone atttempt is kita giving up his farm for you.

i get why it isn't a common idea to explore in fic bc the farm is such an integral part of kita's character it feels like taboo to have him give up on it (plus, everyone loves cottagecore these days, me included) but i think precisely bc of how crucial it is it would make for a very compelling romantic plot if well executed

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kita shinsuke x reader | anne of green gables inspired AU outline

You're classmates at the same primary school when Kita's bluntness causes a misunderstanding between the two of you

You both happen to attend the same middle school and then after that, Inarizaki, where he’s grown to be a handsome boy who every girl crushes on. He still pays attention to you even though you pay him no mind and hold onto your grudge.

One day you make a mistake of some sort (you break something or sthing like that) and he covers for you, taking the blame in your place to avoid you a big scolding/punishment. You forgive him then for the initial misunderstanding that made you hate him, but don't tell anyone just yet

Some time later, he does something for your grandparents/family, a beautiful selfless gesture. When you find out about it, you officially forgive him and you become good friends

(you go looking for him after inarizaki's loss at nationals)

You both graduate. You move on to college in Osaka and he stays in the countryside, but you still hangout during the holidays and you see him at Onigiri Miya (where you work part-time) every now and then. As your college graduation approaches, he asks about your post-graduation plans. You can tell he likes you, but he’s crazy if he thinks you’re going to stay in the countryside for him.

He tries to hold your hand during the end-of-Summer firework festival and you pull yours away. He’s going to ruin your friendship for nothing!

He tells you he loves you after finding out someone is planning to ask you out. (Maybe MSBY show up at Onigiri Miya while Kita is there and Meian makes a move on you) You reject his confession, despairing that he had to go and do something like that. He chases after you, makes you admit you feel something for him as well.

???

Profit

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actually, wait

Kita would be so perfect for an Anne of Green Gables AU with him as Gilbert, forever pining after you after his blunt demeanor causes a misunderstanding that has you holding a grudge for fucking YEARS

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actually one of the many ideas i jotted down for a kita fic was pretty much this, except i couldn't find a way to make it work in a modern setting

Kita would be so perfect for an Anne of Green Gables AU with him as Gilbert, forever pining after you after his blunt demeanor causes a misunderstanding that has you holding a grudge for fucking YEARS

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Kita would be so perfect for an Anne of Green Gables AU with him as Gilbert, forever pining after you after his blunt demeanor causes a misunderstanding that has you holding a grudge for fucking YEARS

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05.07 ❤️

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On their way back home

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its important to write fanfiction no one cares about 👍

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you think you're in a casual, no-strings attached sexual relationship with ushijima, quietly agonizing over your unrequited romantic feelings. he thinks you've been dating since the first time you slept together

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athletic trainer and godzilla fan iwaizumi hajime !!

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yakuza!kita — of foxes and flowers!verse, 18+

shinsuke knows he should feel more guilty for this.

he knows he should stop you.

because he’s always kept you at arm’s length in this sham of an arranged marriage, holds you far enough out of reach to prevent the filthy, ugly blood on his hands from tainting those pretty, golden edges of your soul.

this has always been about protecting you, after all.

there are worse men than him.

but kita shinsuke is no saint.

he knows this to be true as his hips buck upward, thighs clenching, chest collapsing at the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips.

for all the affection he denies you, for every night you’ve spent in your lonely bed, for all the times he’s slipped away from your touch—

here he is now with you kneeling between his legs, your face cast in the soft glow of moonlight that seeps in through the living room’s bay window. his gun sits discarded beside him on a couch cushion, leather holster still strapped over his bloodstained white shirt.

he’s been gone for two days, if only because he was able to leave you under the constant watch of his three closest men (the only ones he trusts with your safety).

and maybe he’s bone tired from what he had to do. maybe he just missed you more than he’ll let himself admit.

maybe he was just too weak at the sight of you quietly tiptoeing into the kitchen with a flower tucked into your hair—one from the bouquet he’d picked for you before he left.

(maybe it was the way all of his usual protests died in his throat as you hugged him tightly before he could stop you, as your fingers curled against his shoulder blades, as the familiar scent of your shampoo invaded his senses.)

(as you reverently cupped his cheeks and quietly pleaded, “let me take care of you.”)

(as you kissed the flower inked on his forearm, and he felt a visceral shudder wrack its way into the very marrow of his bones.)

shinsuke will let himself feel the repercussions of this later, when his cock isn’t throbbing in the warm, wet space between your lips, when he can’t taste the blood in his mouth from biting back his own moans of pleasure—

when his heart isn’t pounding at the sight of a single, soft petal falling, slipping down your cheek and fluttering to the carpet as he comes down your throat.

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Tw: monster fucking, knotting, creampie/breeding, blood/biting mention, aftercare, mdni

There’s nothing quite as exhausting as helping a kitsune through his rut.

You don’t even know what round you’re on. Your thoughts blur every time your knees slide against the hardwood floor, sore and bruised, only for Suguru’s big, warm hands to steady you. He’s behind you again, pressed skin to skin, the sheer size of him enveloping you, broad chest slick with sweat, half-bared beneath his disheveled robes, breathing heavy against your ear.

His claws leave goosebumps down your waist. His tails - those impossibly soft, silken things - wind around your thighs, curling and tugging to part your legs wider, ever wider, to make room for him. They brush over your belly, lift your hips, smooth over the lovebites on your chest, like they want to provide comfort despite Suguru's harsh thrusts.

And Suguru’s panting and nipping at your soft skin, tongue lapping against beads of blood that pool from too harsh of a bite.

So much for the grumpy, aloof shrine god who scoffs at your irreverence. So much for the divine fox who sneers at your teasing and flicks your forehead when you call him a mutt.

Right now, he’s nothing but a feverish, trembling mess of desperation. Mouth hot on your throat, voice hoarse with pleads and pathetic whimpers of your name.

“I’m sorry,” he pants, again and again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, I know it’s too much - just a little more, I promise - ”

You can feel the velvety tip of his cock pressing so deep you swear he’s kissing your womb. Your nails desperately clawing at the floor as your body shakes, slick dripping down your thighs from the last few rounds. It’s overwhelming. The heat of him. The scent of him. The way his tails and hands keep you locked in place, barely able to move, barely able to breathe.

And then, something bigger pushes against your folds.

You sob.

“Sugu - Suguru - ” Your voice is raw, helpless.

“I know, I know,” he whines, his voice breaking into something almost tearful. One hand - still trembling - leaves from toying with your breasts and presses firmly to your belly, right where he’s deepest. Holding you still. His other arm wraps around you tight as his knot finally slips in, stretching you open with a searing fullness that makes your vision spark.

You cry out with a guttural groan that rips through your throat, twitching uncontrollably, your body too spent to resist and too addicted to stop. Suguru moans raggedly against your shoulder, like he’s been waiting a thousand years for this moment.

“Mine,” he whispers into your ear, voice cracking. “You’re mine, you were made for me - I’ll never let you go - fuck, don't leave”

You feel the rush of hot, thick cum flood into you, and it doesn't stop until your walls are filled to the brim. His hips twitch, grinding helplessly as his cock pulses deep inside your spasming cunt, and you whimper like it’s too much, but Suguru just kisses your jaw, your shoulder, your neck, anything he can reach, praising you as his tails thrash around you.

Of course, he doesn’t stop until you cum again. Twice. Your body convulses, weak and fluttering under his touch, Suguru’s hand rubs messy circles into your clit with the same care he’d use lighting incense at the altar the day before. You’re babbling, crying, brain full of white noise and fox musk and his breathless, desperate praise.

Afterwards, he doesn’t move.

Just stays buried inside you, knot locked, arms tight around your waist. He kisses you like he’s starving for it, tilts your face back so he can look into your eyes, and god, his are so soft. Half-lidded and heavy with lust, but wet too, as if he might cry if you looked away too long.

When he kisses your lips, it’s slow and sticky and unbearably sweet.

He purrs, a loud sound that rumbles through his chest.

You’re not leaving the fox god’s den anytime soon, not with how tightly his tails curl around you, how he licks over every bruise and bite mark with guilt. He tuts when you try to shift, murmurs how fragile mortals are, how delicate you feel in his arms.

“Sleep,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose to yours, brushing your hair away with his claws. “Let me keep you warm.”

His shrine maiden.

And soon his eternal mate.

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there's another universe somewhere, where kita shinsuke sees you in his clothes in the morning, making him a cup of tea and scratching at your scalp, your panties being revealed as you move to stretch and playing peek-a-boo with his golden eyes.

in this alternate universe, kita stalks up right behind you, hips grinding into your ass while his legs kick yours open slightly. you mewl and your arm comes up and wraps around his head, cradling him close when you whisper, "'m still sore from earlier," and kita hums a soft "i know." his hands trace down your back, pulling the hem of his shirt up and over your hips and moaning at the sight of your underwear fitting you so deliciously. he pulls the crotch of the panties to the side and lets the tips of his fingers trace your sticky slit, your hiss of overstimulation reminding him to be gentle with you. at first.

at this point kita then eases his fingers inside of your already swollen walls, your mewls at the stretch morphing into moans as he curls his fingers against the spot deep inside of you that only he can find, making white crackles flash over your vision and your jaw slack entirely. his hand adjusts so his thumb can swipe at your clit and the way your knees buckle makes him let in a raspy chuckle, "so worked up already? how're you gonna take my cock if you're already so sensitive, hmm?"

but this isn't an alternate universe. kita is too mindful to bend you over the counter and take you like a beast, an animal with no regard for how you're feeling and just having his way with you whenever he craves.

instead, kita shinsuke comes in, takes his tea and kisses you on the cheek, leaving you in his clothes and panties and desperate to ignore the hard on he has from such a sight, leaving you none the wiser.

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kita shinsuke: love letters

gn!reader, kita is a piece of shit and you love it, confessions

“what the hell is this?”

kita obediently looks up from his book, eyeing the envelope on your desk. he glances back up at you, confused. you’re looking at it like it’s offended you personally, your face twisted in what could only be described as scandalized.

“a love letter,” he says, because that’s what it is. you think he starts mumbling something about if the heart stamped on it somehow made you think otherwise.

“yeah, okay,” you humor him, still in disbelief. it makes him frown. “why is it on my desk?”

“because... i assume it’s addressed to you?” kita closes his book, now giving you his full attention.

“what? no way. doesn't maia-chan sit next to me? they probably meant to put it on her desk-- here--” you pause, reading the words on the front. to: y/n, which indicated that they didn’t mean to put it on maia-chan’s desk.

“oh,” you say eloquently, fingers twitching.

damn. it's almost like this person knew you were going to say that.

kita has the nerve to look smug when you look embarrassed.

“is it… is this a death threat? am i in danger?” you let your voice drop to a whisper, studying the envelope, pinched between two fingers as if you’re ready to throw it away at any second. “what if this is a letter from some criminal and they need my fingerprints all over the evidence!”

“that's illegal, y/n-san,” kita says, because obviously, it is.

you squint at the offending piece of paper. “exactly. i don't know who the culprit is! they didn't sign it because i’m the one who will be suspected.”

“that sounds… far-fetched,” is all kita can offer to say. “is a love letter really that shocking for you, y/n-san?”

you feign a wince, clutching your chest with a whine. “ouch!” kita doesn’t even blink; he stares blankly, waiting for an answer. “is it that obvious i don’t look like the type to get love letters?”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“so cruel, kita-kun!!!”

kita smiles; at least one of you is enjoying this situation. “are you going to open it?”

“i will! just-- maybe when i walk home. in case it's a bomb, i don't have to risk our classmates.”

“very noble, y/n-san,” he praises as he stands up from his seat and ceremoniously swipes all his books up to his chest.

you blink up at him, now having to crane your neck. “you don’t wanna see the letter?” you could’ve sworn he seemed really interested in you opening it.

he shakes his head, still polite as ever. “i'll be at the gym if you need me.”

that’s a strange thing to say as a goodbye. “o...kay?” everyone knows kita shinsuke will be at the gym anyway. maybe he’s just reminding you in case you actually end up caught in a crime scene and he can protect you with his volleyball-ready arms.

he has really nice arms. you might be staring at it for too long.

“bye, kita-kun!” you say distractedly. “see you tomorrow, okay?”

he bows his head in one quick nod. “see you, y/n-san.” and then he walks away.

what a strange man. you love it.

as you turn back to your desk, you glare hard at the envelope. the flimsy piece of paper drove kita away from what could've been a nice, long conversation you two would usually hold! and it's all because he's too respectful to watch you open a damn love letter.

you sigh. “if it's a joke, well that's on me. if it's not--” you carefully pull it open, “--then it's nice to know i'm somewhat desirable.”

you read the neatly written letters on the paper, eyes flicking across the page.

you drop the paper.

you dropped your jaw, too, probably. it's hard to tell when the only words blaring in your mind are holyshitholyshit and whatthefuckwhatthefuck and that's why he told me that!

without another word, you shove the letter in your pocket -- making sure it won't be too wrinkled, of course -- and speed off.

you slam open the gymnasium doors, feeling a little hysteric. you probably look the part, too, with your eyes wide and your breathing ragged.

“kita-kun!” is the first thing you declare.

everyone stops to stare at you, surprised. a ball drops from mid-air, squeaking against the tiles.

“oh, sorry,” you’re still somewhat sane, having the decency to look sheepish. at least the coach isn't here yet; that would've been problematic.

though, it's quickly replaced by a wide-eyed squeak when you notice some of the boys are only halfway through taking their shirts off.

kita skillfully flings two shirts to suna’s direction, who slaps the other one on atsumu’s face; the blond miya yelps while the other miya snickers.

kita smiles. “did you read it?” he asks, so patient and soft as if he didn't give you a heart attack moments prior. so sweet and evil, kita shinsuke.

“kita-kun,” is all you can manage to say; still, it's breathless, and on the verge of tipping over a cliff.

he seems to understand. he nods once at his teammates. “practice for a while without me. i'll be back in a few minutes.”

then he jogs his way to you, stops when he's right beside you, and only moves when you move.

“get it, captain!” you think you hear someone whoop before the doors close.

god, you feel your heartbeat every-fucking-where. the letter is heavy where it's been kept, a reminder, a cue, a confession -- for fucks sake you feel like you're dreaming.

“if--” you breathe in sharply; you need to calm down before you make a fool out of yourself with just his eyes on you alone. “if this is some sort of prank, please tell me right now.”

kita tilts his head. so fucking cute goddammit you hate him. you want to kiss him.

“i mean it, kita.”

“do you think i would make fun of my feelings like that?”

you groan. “that's the thing! i know you wouldn't! it makes you all the more convincing as a prankster.”

“it's a good thing i'm not trying to be one, then,” kita smiles wider, he smiles, so unbelievably handsome you can't wrap your head around the mental image of him writing a love letter to you.

“so it's real…?”

“yes.”

“and you meant it?”

“yes.”

“...good!” you exclaim, struggling to keep your composure when you’re so overwhelmed with the need to tackle the boy. “because… because-- i won’t let you take it back, y’know!”

“i wouldn’t.”

so earnest, you muse.

“did you also mean it,” you start, breath hitching when his eyes glint knowingly, “when you said-- um, the--”

“that i want to kiss you?” he laughs at the surprised noise you made at the back of your throat. “yes. i did, and i do.”

“good,” you breathe, eyes round as you stare up at him.

“good,” he whispers back, and then his lips are on yours.

you two stay there for a while, with kita holding your face and your hands… on his arms. it's gentle, sweet, frustrating, and it's so unbelievably kita that your head spins and you feel your knees almost give out.

with all your might, you manage to pull away. “k-kita-kun,” you laugh breathlessly when he chases after you.

he leans back, amused. “y/n-san?”

“you have really nice arms.”