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thinking again of sophie!kita and howl!reader

kita x reader - “captain”

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ ; thigh riding ; captain kink ; praise

word count: 408

18+ content under the cut.

he should be used to it by now.

there was nothing special with the word you subconsciously whimpered in your pleasure-induced daze but there was something with the way the name rolled of your tongue like sweet, sweet honey that made him throw his head back, warm blood rushing straight into his already impossibly hard cock.

"say it again," kita whispered into your ear as he squeezed your thighs to affirm his command, his fingers leaving harsh crescent trails in its wake.

"fuck— captain!" you marveled at the loud groan you managed to elicit from the normally stoic man, "just a little more! i'm gonna cum!"

"good girl. cum for me, yeah?"

you rocked your hips on his thigh desperately, forgetting all the niceties of rhythm and build-up. it was so close. you could feel your orgasm rising in your core like fizz slowly bursting through the seams. you forgot everything but that euphoric feeling, each drop of shame that had lingered in your brain as you moaned like a bitch in heat every time you felt your slick dripping down kita's bare thigh being thrown to the dark, forgotten corners of your brain.

"you're so good to me," kita mumbled into your chest before taking your perked up nipple into his mouth to nibble at, something that made you whimper in pure delight.

you took a brief glance down and it seems that it was all you needed to grab the tasteful fruit of overwhelming pleasure just right over the edge. you kept falling and falling into what to you felt like endless galaxies of hot sparks with nothing but the sight of kita's twitching, angry cock to ground you back to reality.

all of him just for you. fuck, no one can understand how much you need him inside of you right now.

"captain, please..."

kita halted his ministrations on your breast in favor of planting a sweet, sloppy kiss on your swollen lips as soon as he heard the beginnings of your pretty, little begs.

"you're so beautiful, my perfect princess..." he muttered into you as he slowly lifted you up before slowly plunging into you, your loud moans being muffled by his mouth that not for once left yours.

"i'm going to make you feel so good, ok?" you could only nod half-heartedly as the coil you have grown familiar with began tightening up once more with each deep thrust he sends into you.

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Uhm... So this is my first time writing a storyline based thing and spare me cause I'm slowly getting the hang of how Tumblr works but i present y'all with....

Storyline: haikyuu... A historical fantasy story about a arch mage, an alchemist and a crowned royal prince. You have been engrossed by the manhwa after your friend recommended this to you. But what happens when you suddenly get isekai'ed into the story as a saintess?

Yandere sakusa (our cleanliness loving arch mage):

You were the saintess.. and he was the mage... Ofcourse you guys were meant to be! It was a match made in heaven sweetheart! You are meant to be together forever! The things you touch... The path you walk on... Everything around you is soo pure so innocent and so so so desperate to be ruined..ruined by him!

(he's an arch mage honey, he's gonna arch your back( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠))

The moment he realises that the crowned prince and that bastard of an alchemist are in love with you... He loses it! He has to keep you safe! No one is allowed to taint your pure soul! No one but him!

Don't be surprised when you find yourself locked in a temple with high level magic spells around you.. he just did it for your protection sweetheart.. So what if you are the saintess and have to bless people? You should only use your blessings on him and him alone! Don't worry love... He'll make sure to remove any peck of impurity around both of you<3

Even if he has to get his hands dirty just for you<3

Yandere akaashi (royal crowned prince)

You're a saintess... That means you are his bride! His soon to be wife and the empire's mother! What do you mean that's not how it works? Isn't it how it goes in the stories? The saintess marries the crowned prince who turns into the emperor and they live happily forever ever after?

Aw.. ofcourse you don't know about it.. you're a pure soul afterall! Silly him! He needs to protect you then! Since, he can't have someone else taking his salvation away!

...WHAT!? THAT LOUSY MAGE AND PESKY ALCHEMIST DARE HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!? This can't be! no nO NO NO! This is treason! Treason against the royal family! So what if they are powerful? They need to be executed immediately!

Only he has the rights to claim you as his wife! Even if he has to bend a few royal orders here and there....

Yandere kita ( perfectionist alchemist )

Playing with spells and magic circles was his thing! The moment he laid his eyes on you.. he was enchanted! Obsessed! Desperate!. He needed to have you one way or the other.

You bless people, save them from misery by your holy powers, the epitome of mercy whereas he was deemed as evil, scary and an outcast.. but you.. you were the only one who treated him like a human.. no, no he doesn't care if you're the saintess, a maid or even a witch... He loves you! No matter what you are and what you want to be!

He's got to cage you keep you safe from prying eyes! Darling, he has seen how other stare at you... It makes him want to claw their eyes out!

How about going far far away from humanity where only the two of you are present? Doesn't it sound so romantic?♡

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⌕ [ hq boys with an s/o who does musical theater ] — !

warnings: probably ooc, not every character!!!

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doesn’t remember theater etiquette

Noya, Bokuto, Sugawara, Suna

is respectful but distracts you because they just stare at you with a blank face (they think they’re being helpful)

Daichi, Oikawa, Atsumu, Kyotani

probably falls asleep not because it’s boring but they just need an upbeat musical (and their sleepy)

Kenma, Tanaka

hums/sings the songs because they remember you practicing (and they played the whole musical soundtrack but you don’t know that)

Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Ushijima

just happy to be there

Kita, Aone, Kurro, Yaku, Iwaizumi

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ┊Kita Shinsuke

o. PROLOGUE

E/C EYES WATCHES her surroundings with sharp eyes, her appearance is covered with a cap and a mask. Hiding from being found.

She's L/n Y/n, a girl with a very fortunate family. Their wallets never been empty ever since they are born, it's always loaded with cash and credit cards.

She's the third child of her family, with 2 older brothers and of course 2 younger brothers. Her parents were feeling a bit more aroused that the mother was announced pregnant once again but with twins.

Her brothers are married of course, now are working under their father.

Her father and mother would spoil their children with money it's their way to show their love of course seeing that being affectionate to their children would be a waste of time and they would get attached and it won't be necessary.

Her being the only daughter always spoilt with designers handbag, clothes, and of course shoes.

Her parents would brag of how their daughter is the prettiest of them all and of course it she love all those attentions she was getting.

Even though she lack of parents affections, she always have her grandmother who retired and leave the company to her son(Her father). Now she lives in Hyogo, why there she could just enjoy her rest of her life in a foreign country so why stay in Japan?

Her grandma would simply says "That's where I met your grandfather of course."

Growing up her grandmother slowly loses her contact with Y/n which the teen doesn't know why but of course asking to her parents would just a little bit of a waste of time seeing they would just respond the same like always.

"Joe please drive her to the department store and make sure she gets all designer she wants."

Things change when her parents thinks it'll be best to marry her off with a son of their colleagues. A college student with a high score, he'll be perfect for her but of course she refused knowing that they're in trouble for money and by marrying her off it means more money coming to them from the boy's family.

That's when she made a run for it. She emptied her credit card and takes loads of cash on day she runaway. Turning off her location from being tracked and keeping low profile.

Now she's in the train station waiting for her train to Hyogo prefecture to live with her grandmother.

"I won't accept it if I'm being treated like this, a sheep thrown to a herd of hungry wolves."

"The next train Shinkansen #1 track number 2 has arrived," The speaker announced as the train slows down on.

Y/n wait in line, she bought herself a tickets in a Granclass car. A premium first class. Granclass car seat cost about ¥26,360 – ¥9,870 for the train fare, and an additional ¥16,490 to upgrade to Gran Class seating. She have to get down from when it arrived at Aichi and take another train to Hyogo.

She sit down on her seat making herself comfortable, the train starts to move meaning it's departing from the station. As it moves further from the station Y/n decides to take off her cap letting it reveal her h/c hair.

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More coming soon! Also ¥36,360 to US Dollar is about 228,006 USD.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Kita Shinsuke

i. CHAPTER ONE; SEARCHING

AS SOON AS the train reached Hyogo prefecture train station she quickly eats and went to find her grandmother, she should have asked her parents or the head butler where her grandmother is but that would give them suspicion that she was going to her grandmother's house.

She walked through houses, she firstly went to the elite side of the houses who knows she might found her there.

She found a house with same lastname of her grandmother, she quickly rang the doorbell, she beamed when the door is answered. "Grandma!" But it wasn't an elder woman she's looking for but a woman in her 20's.

"May I help you?"

"I'm sorry do you work here?" She asked the woman.

"Work here? What are you talking about? I live here this is my house that I share with my husband." The woman replied with a confused look.

"Ah do you perhaps know L/n Sera, I'm her granddaughter." Y/n told her proudly.

"L/n Sera? I'm sorry I don't know her."

Y/n then nods and give her a bow "Well I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"It's alright, I hope you'll find her."

As soon the woman closed the door Y/n sighs in disappointment, scratching her head. She sure knows her grandmother is very rich then how come she couldn't find her?

She went searching through houses to each houses even apartment. Each building she checked every unit. There's no L/n Sera, well she did found someone with the same name but it wasn't the person who she's searching for.

She search the middle class people houses and nothing, now she's in the park taking a break from all the searching she's done for each house.

"I should call the head maid," Y/n mumbled, she knows her grandmother head maid. She's stern but nice, just like how a mother should act. The head maid is someone she can think of and someone she can think that is close to have the title mother.

The head maid once gave Y/n her phone number. She quickly dialed the head maid number the phone rings.

"Hello?" It was a child voice.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo?" She ask the child.

"Nishimura Kayo? Who's that? I don't know who's that is and mommy told me not to strangers, so bye strangers!"

"Hey wait!" Y/n yell to the phone.

"Eiki-kun who are you talking to? Aren't supposed to be in bed? You're still sick, I'll take that phone thank you. Hello who is this?" A female voice asked.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo? I'm L/n Y/n. She's be my grandmother's head maid, is she there? I'd wish to speak with her." Y/n said trying to be polite.

"Nishimura Kayo? Mrs.Kayo is in the hospital she's in labor and I'm her son babysitter."

"She's in labor!?" Shouts Y/n to the phone out of shock. The last time she meets Nishimura Kayo she announced to Y/n that she is going to get married with a well business man.

"Yes, she's on her way giving birth to her first daughter, her second child." 

"T-then can you please tell her that L/n Y/n called her? It's important."

"I'll make sure to tell her, can you repeat your name─"

"Alright then bye" Y/n rudely said hanging up. She quickly facedpalm, Nishimura Kayo probably gave the h/c girl her house phone not her phone number.

Drip

A small drop of water drops to her nose, "Good thing there's a gazebo in this park." She quickly takes shelter under the gazebo, as she sat down she sighs, frustrated. She wants to find her grandmother and live with her instead being send off to marry someone.

"I can't ask the butlers or the maids about my grandmother's whereabout...I haven't eat lunch too..." She grumbles.

"Hey nee-chan what are you doing there?" Y/n shrieks in shock at the sudden appearance of the small boy.

"Oh my god! Kid! Don't scare me like that!" Y/n glared at the boy but he keep still face.

Y/n huffed, "I'm resting of course mister obvious."

"But there's wood termites there" the boy said making Y/n jump out from the gazebo with her suitcase and pats her body furiously to get rid of the wood termites if it's on her.

"Oh fuck" Y/n said, she just realised she's now drench from the rain.

"You better go home now nee-chan, they said today's rain won't stop till tomorrow." The boy said, "Bye!" He said walking away from the park.

"UGH WHAT!!" Y/n yelled, "I should book a hotel room now." She stated dragging her suitcase with her while being drench under the rain.

The h/c girl keeps wiping her face, grumbling she should have brought or bought an umbrella. Why didn't she just call a taxi? Oh well her phone died and her power bank is no longer usable since she used it throughout the searching of her grandmother.

"Can this get any worser?" Y/n hissed, she looks at her Vercase medusa platform heels dupes is now ruin from the rain "Aw my babies, they're my favourite." 

She glares at the sky and shouts "DAMN YOU RAIN! DAMN YOU USELESS PARENTS! DAMN YOU!" Giving the sky her middle fingers.

She pants, her throat hurting from the shouting. She walks past houses, they're not modern styled but they're traditional.

"Shit." Her head starts to throb, she leans to to the wall of the entrance. "Seriously? I didn't say if this could get any worser." She mumbled before falling limply to the ground.

A small boy stopped infront of her limp body, he's wearing a rain coat in his hand is a plastic full with snacks. He crouch down to see her face clearly.

"Nee-chan?" He mutter, he quickly gets inside his house.

"Baa-chan! Nee-chan passed out!" He yells from the entrance of his door.

His grandma tilts her head, "Passed out? Shichirou your sister is watching the TV." She said to Shichirou who shakes his head.

"No! It's the nee-chan from the park! She passed out!" Shichirou yelled.

"Passed out?" The elder woman grabs the umbrella to see it herself.

She walks out the house and meet the heavy rain herself with Shichirou beside her, she nearly scream out shock when there's really a girl around her eldest grandson age.

"Shichirou get your brother, she needs to be taken inside." The grandmother says to Shichirou, the boy nodded before rushing inside the house to call his brother.

The grandmother stood in front of Y/n with an umbrella covering them(well Y/n's head) from the rain.

Y/n fainted in front of the Kita household.

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Chapter one is out! How was it? I hope you enjoy it! 

Masterlist

FSGSHSHSJAJAJJAKAKA

but my world is you

an: this is based on the song bloom by the paper kites! i feel like this fits kita so well. his whole life and personality and its so sweet and cute :(

pairing: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: marriage, alcohol consumption, food mentions, very fluffy

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every morning is the same, but not in a bad way.

every morning, kita's heart skips a beat.

the sun's early rays shine through the curtains, flickering slightly as they sway in the breeze. his eyelids flutter open, and he smiles to himself as he basks in the morning glow. his smile grows when he sees your sleeping figure next to him.

he feels a little embarrassed for staring at you, but he can't help it.

the golden light of the morning creates a warm glow around you, making you look celestial. the soft quilt that lays atop both of you has been shrugged off of your body slightly. reaching to pull it up, kita freezes as he hears you stir.

"shin," you mumble, eyes barely open and you stetch your arms out to him.

he chuckles. "my love?"

pulling you into his chest, you wrap your arms around him and sigh. the morning sun warming your back as you listen to kita's steady heart beat.

"what time is it?"

he glances up at the wall clock and lets out a sigh of his own. "7:10, which means it's time for me to get up," propping himself up on his elbows in an attempt to leave your shared bed, you grumble in protest.

"no, wanna be close to you," you try and pull him back into bed, but your efforts are no match to kita's need for keeping his strict schedule.

kita slowly moves around the bedroom, pulling on his work pants, socks, old shirt, and hat. shuffling to your side of the bed, kita cups your face in his rough palms. he kisses your head, breathing in your shampoo. his head swims with thoughts of you, your sweet scent, your precious laugh.

"i'll be back before ya' know it, darlin'," kissing your lips softly, pulling away with a chuckle at the pout you give him.

"c'mon, don't gimme that," crossing his arms over his chest in fake annoyance, his act falls apart when the sound of your laugh fills the room.

"i know, shin. i'll see you at lunch," blowing him a kiss, kita catches it and walks towards the back door.

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all day long, kita can't wipe the smile off of his face. the fields of rice dance in the wind, coated in a gold warmth from the morning sun. tending to the fields, kita feels at peace. everything is growing perfectly, just the way he had hoped.

continuing his perfect schedule, kita checks his watch when he notices the shadow of the large oak tree near the barn move to cover the wagon behind it. he pulls his gloves off one by one and tucks them in his pocket, ready for some lunch.

the walk back towards the house makes his heart beat a little quicker. every day is the same. he comes in for lunch, which you always prepare for him (even though he insists he can make it), and then back out to the fields until dinner.

this has been the schedule for over a year now, yet he still gets as excited as the first time he saw you every time he comes in for a bite to eat. the warm metal band on his left hand reminds him of you all day long, and kita laughs to himself as your voice rings in his mind.

one day you're going to come home and that will be lost in the fields, shin! please leave it inside.

but he won't.

his favorite part of the walk back home is passing by the oak tree, because he gets to glance at the initials the two of you carved in it the day you first moved in. he knows that as soon as he passes that tree, it is only 45-steps until he reaches the back door.

"shin, just in time! it's like you have a sixth sense," you skip up to him, glass of lemonade in your hand.

kita thinks his heart is going to burst. not only does he have the most beautiful wife in the world, but you make him lunch every single day without a second glance.

"wash your hands, and we can start. i tried something new for lunch today, i hope you love it!"

kita laughs as he turns on the sink. "i'm sure i will, you always make the best food."

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if there was something kita loved more than lunch time, it was dinner time. or supper, as he always calls it.

you drop the needle in the groove of your favorite record, spinning around the kitchen in your apron, waiting for kita to come home.

i'd never be late for supper!

and he isn't.

right on time, kita comes through the back door, placing his boots on the mat and hanging his jacket and gloves up on their respective hooks.

he always starts dinner by giving you a kiss on the forehead, nose, and lips, and then will wash his hands, no matter how many times you nag him for getting your apron dusty.

enjoying dinner on the front porch, the two of you watch the sun sink lower and lower in the sky. everything feels quieter, stiller almost, as the world slowly goes to sleep; except you and kita. you're sitting on his lap, laughing as kita tells you a story from his volleyball days, laughs of his own fall from his lips.

"i wish i could have been there, it sounds like it was a lot of fun," you smile, drinking the last of the wine in your glass.

"it was, but nothin' is better than this."

tilting your head, you sit up in his lap to face him. "than what, shin?"

"bein' here, close to ya', my pretty wife," he grabs your left hand, placing a kiss above the wedding ring you so proudly wear. "who treats me like a king, makes the best food i've ever tasted, and works so hard for our family."

you put your head down, foreheads touching one another.

"i love you, my king. i wouldn't have it any other way."

kita smiles wide, pulling your lips down to his, and whispers so that only you hear.

"i love you too, my sweet love."

Dad Kita>>>>>

family men

mha version

ft. kita, suna, atsumu, osamu

—kita

another long and exhausting week. because your husband always gets up early and comes back late everyday because of his work, and you watch the baby all day, you both are dead to the world when you sleep until you hear the cries of your child. it’s instinct; so when you didn’t hear the baby in the middle of the night, you woke up anyway with worry. only to find shinsuke bouncing them, his lips singing a soft and out of tune lullaby that took you back to your childhood. you know for a fact that your child didn’t cry that night, your husband just wanted to hold them while they slept, despite his tired eyes, he wouldn’t trade that moment for the world.

—suna

“no, i’m mom’s favourite.” your husband argued rather vehemently with your son as you are dinner together. it was endearing to listen to, especially because of the fact that your son couldn’t speak. his baby babbling created bubbles of his food along his mouth. rintaro shook his head and wiped him with the napkin.

“yea, right, i’m way better at volleyball than you.” he scoffed at his kid. “that’s why your mom fell in love with me in the first place.”

“rin,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “stop it.”

he sent you an innocent smile before turning to the baby again, he made sure you could see him mouth ‘you won’t beat me.’

—atsumu

if you couldn’t find your toddler, she was with her dad. today, they were in the garage, atsumu had arm and chest day, he sat on the bench, daughter in his arms as he curled her. despite the smile on his lips, his breathing and counting were even, only interrupted by her continuous giggles as she squirmed in his hold. when the set was done he set her down and you saw them look at each other with stars in their eyes.

“’m gonna be as strong as you when i grow up!” she told him.

“hell yea!” atsumu raised his hand and your little girl jumped to smack is hand.

“hell yea!” she repeated and atsumu’s face dropped.

“…don’t tell yer mum i taught’cha that.”

—osamu

“ya gotta shape it with love, baby.” he told his daughter, hands full of rice as they stood in the kitchen.

your daughter pouted, fingers stuck with rice as she glared at the tuna filling that fell on the cutting board. “i make with hate.” she said and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“yer too much like yer mum—go sit down.” osamu shooed her to you, and she happily obliged as she ate the rice off her fingers.

“why’d you do that, baby?” you asked and pet her head. “you’re great at this.”

“daddy makes the best onigiri.” she smiled at you before turning back to her father and watched him work. “i want him to cook for me my whole life.”

she clearly didn’t mean for him to hear, but you could see the foolish smile tugging at his lips.

✧—place an order—✧

CROCHET FLOWERS >>>>

"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."

p o v :: y o u ' r e a v i r g i n

haikyuu x reader [osamu,, kuroo,, kita,, akaashi,, nishinoya,, tanaka,, suna]

WARNINGS: mentions of virginity,, slightly suggestive -- masterlist

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog !! also im re reading this and its lowkey cringe what was i on

© ffsg0jo 2022 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

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i. MAIN MENU

welcome to the cafe kacchan, fancy a sip? have a look at our lovely menu! we have plenty of delicious dishes;

customisation → you can request a new dish here!

soup of the day → cold showers, todoroki shouto

mailing list → aka the taglist you can find here!

allergies guide → all the stories are marked with a genre/warning; fluff, angst, humour, hurt/comfort, etc. the mature content can be found on the night menu. please, read these carefully before continuing further, i don’t want anyone to feel uncomfy and/or triggered.

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「 i. barista bar 」

⤷ my hero acadamia

let’s get you started with a hot cup of whatever you want. these liquids have the potential to become a total snacc. there’s many to choose from, don’t just have one cup. help yourself to plenty more

「 ii. baking oven 」

⤷ haikyuu!!

moving onto to oven, huh? we got an amazing assortment of baked goods; be it something sweet, salty, or spicy. take a seat, have a sample

「 iii. ice cream machine 」

⤷ jujutsu kaisen ( full m. list coming when i have more fics up )

▸ serenade | getou suguru

⤷ where getou can not stop talking about the beautiful future sorcerer he shares his classes with

▸ spaghetti | inumaki toge

⤷ emotions are confusing and complicated. all tangled up like... well, spaghetti. you wanted to say out of sight, out of mind. but simply because he’s always doesn’t mean those feelings did too

▸ white day/ valentines day | multi!character

⤷ what they would plan for white day/ valentines

includes | itadori yuuji

「 iv. seating tables 」

⤷ tokyo revengers

coming VERY soon.

「 v. night menu 」

⤷ not save for work, mdni

coming one day.

「 vi. cafe events 」

i. kacchan week

⤷ from 19th till 25th of april

. simp rot

⤷ the tag i use as my little simp corner

. heart canon

⤷ # with all the headcanons ( which i call heart canon )

. brain dump

⤷ random brain dump things are here ( which is pretty straight forward but whatever :p )

. thirst

⤷ for my thirsting & to request your thirst heartcanons

ii. baking oven | hq m.list

hey! hey! hey! to the haikyuu part of our cafe! sadly, i can’t speak in haikyuu’s nor am i as great as bokuto but we do offer some great steaming hot buns. hope you enjoy them!

▸ return to the main menu

▸ the schools are in order of first appearance & the characters within on alphabetical order.

▸ first come the scenarios, drabbles, one-shots, and underneath it you can find the multi-parters ( and/or series ) that way they are all easy to find.

▸ and of course, you can request/customise any dishes — works — here, don’t forget to look at our pamphlet first!

i. KARASUNO

‘ hinata boke! ’

SUGAWARA KŌSHI

▸ cinnamon buns | 0.9 k

⤷ as of recently your boyfriend keeps ditching you for volleyball and you were happy he loved it so much, but at some point sugawara needs to make a decision between training with his team for upcoming nationals or study with his girlfriend for their exams

ii. NEKOMA

‘ *kuroo his hyena laugh* ’

KOZUME KENMA

▸ nintendo messages | 0.4 k

⤷ in which a cute boy starts taking the same train every morning as you, you can’t help but keep staring until he speaks up

iii. FUKURODANI

‘ oya, oya, oya! ’

AKAASHI KEIJI

▸ 09:05am | 0.2 k

⤷ soft mornings with keiji

▸ happy mothers day | smau

⤷ your boyfriend wishes you happy mothers day... but you’re not a mother, or are you?

▸ shrek is shit | smau

⤷ you use one of kozume’s tricks to get your boyfriend to finally watch shrek with you

OTHER SCHOOLS

' *sakusa his face mask* '

▸ tongues | terushima yuuji

⤷ how terushima got his tongue piercing to impress a girl but failed… kind of

MULTI!CHARACTER

▸ white day/ valentines day

⤷ what they would plan for white day/ valentines

includes | sugawara, tanaka

▸ the quirks of: karasuno

⤷ what i think their quirks are

includes | the entire team & managers

Break Up Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Captain Version) Part 1

A/N: okay so Kita doesn’t have any screen time either wtf. And nobody told me that fake texts were so damn fun to make😔 A knee ways, enjoy!

Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima

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Things that Haikyuu men would cheat on you with!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Various Characters X reader Genre:Angst (Lmao sure) Warnings:Heart breaking content ahead! A/n:this came to my mind while i was in the shower lmao.also,this post is just for fun,nothing serious or offending.i love all these boys!

Bungou Stray Dogs Edition

↬Tobio Kageyama ⇝ Milk

↬Osamu Miya ⇝ Food,specially Onigiri

↬Rintarou Suna ⇝ His bed

↬Kenma Kozume ⇝ Video Games

↬Ryuunosuke Tanaka ⇝ Kyoko Shimizu (i mean...)

↬Kei Tsukishima ⇝ Dinosaurs (lol nooooo)

↬Koutaro Bokuto ⇝ VolleyBall

↬Atsumu Miya ⇝ VolleyBall

↬Keiji Akaashi ⇝ Hentai Mangas

↬Tooru Oikawa ⇝ Himself (Narcissist lol)

↬Hajime Iwaizumi ⇝ He wont cheat Hes a loyal man

↬Shinsuke Kita ⇝ Farms

↬Shoyo Hinata ⇝ Also VolleyBall

↬Wakatishi Ushijima ⇝ The idea wouldn't even cross his mind

Yeah...just wanted to give ya all a heads up lmao goodbye

Reblogs are appreciated :>

Their reaction when you fake an orgasm

Fandom: Multi Fandom

Pairings: Various Characters X Gn!reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Scenario

Warnings: NSFW content, Not Proofread

Word Count: 0.3K

A/n: the page goes blank while im writing one more time and me and tumblr are gonna have a problem =|

youre under him, your feet pressed on your belly as hes pounding into you harshly. you arent really in the mood for it today but you dint want to turn him down, and you also know that he wont let go of you unless you cum; therefore, you decide to do something you have never done in your life before, which is faking as orgasm. you start loudenning your moans as you shake your legs, pretending like youre cumming; but unfortunately, he knows you too much to fall for that, so he notices this.

↬ok this guy is mad, and when i say he's mad, i mean it. hes like "bitch! im getting my ass kicked giving you pleasure, and then you go and do this!? so what? am i not good enough to you?"

hes so upset that he might just pull out of you and start jerking himself up in front of your eyes. and dont you even dare touch yourself! or else you wont be seeing him naked for months.

yup! thats how upset he is.

Bungou Stray Dogs:Kunikida(he thinks its a shameful action but hes pissed so who gives a shit), Chuuya Nakahara (mad baby), Akutagawa, Tachihara, Ranpo( petty boy hehe)

Death Note:Light (god bless your soul, your names written in the damn book after this), Mello

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Vanitas (idk why but i always picture him getting mad in these situations)

Jujutsu Kaisen:Megumi (hehe)

Haikyuu:Tsukishima (was literally thinking of him while writing this, Kageyama, Sugawara (only if he had a bad day), Kenma (another petty baby), Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Kunimi

↬well hes not exactly happy! i mean, oh really? so thats how it works now huh? ok then! prepare yourself Belladonna!

hes a tease, and he found the perfect opportunity, so why not teach you a lesson?

prepare yourself to be fucked up real bad, without reaching any orgasms.

he goes down on you real quick while focusing on your sensitive parts with his hands, and when your legs start shaking for real this time and youre about to reach your cervix?immediately stops whatever hes doing and smirks at the sight of you being frustrated while begging him to let you cum.

Bungou Stray Dogs:Dazai (i literally said belladonna in the text), Fyodor, Mori, Kajii, Tachihara

Death Note:L Lawliet, Also Mello

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Roland (will let you cum eventually tho)

Jujutsu Kaisen:Itadori, Sukuna, Geto, Gojo

Haikyuu:Tsukishima, Daichi, Sugawara, Kuroo, Tendou, Osamu holy fuck, Suna motherfucking Rintarou, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kunimi

↬boy is shocked, bur pretends like he didnt notice it, and will tell you that he came too actually, and that you dont need to take care of him and you should just take some rest. but when you do go to sleep hes awake, being sad while thinking to himself how messed up he is in bed that you had to do that, and how youre going to leave him in the future for someone who can give you pleasure for real.

this is so cruel just dont do this to them-

Bungou Stray Dogs:Atsushi (please just be honest with him), Akutagawa (insecure baby), Chuuya, Fukuzawa, Tanizaki

Death Note:Matsuda, Near (is it weird that i see him as a softie...?)

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Noe :')

Haikyuu:Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Lev, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kita

Reblogs are appreciated! :)

roses. kita shinsuke x reader

“Wow.”

You say this aloud, voice not at all absent of amazement as you enter the classroom and greet your seatmate: Kita Shinsuke. But, it’s not Kita you’re looking at. Rather, you’re staring with wide eyes at the mountain of roses that has amassed on top of his desk, in every color flower imaginable. 

It’s Valentines’ Week at your school, and your high school offers cheap rose deliveries for sale: you can send a rose and a note to anyone of your choosing, whether it be a significant other, a secret crush, or just a friend that you appreciate. You clutch your single pink rose to your chest and make your way to your seat. The Mt. Fuji of roses on Kita’s desk makes yours feel small and insignificant.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Do you want me to move them?”

“No, no,” you tell him, sitting down in your seat next to him. It’s not surprise that he’s gotten this many. 

Kita is the captain of the volleyball club, even though you’ve heard people say that he’d never even been given a uniform before the start of this year. That didn’t matter to you; at his shy request, you’d gone to the Spring Tournament to watch them play. The way he moved across the court, saving even the most precarious of balls, was mesmerizing. His reputation also isn’t short of praise. He’s one of the top students in the grade and his sweet, polite charm is what draws everyone to him. He’s unobtainable to most girls, who have clearly relied on their rose grams to confess their admiration for him. But to you, he’s just your regular ol’ classroom partner. 

Well… you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive either. 

It doesn’t matter; he clearly has too many girls on his hands anyways. You’d hate to be another girl lost in that sea of roses piled atop his desk. 

As you reach into your bag to pull out your belongings, Kita questions, “You got a rose too?”

Yeah, you had. You purse your lips, attempting to bite back the smile on your lips. A pink rose, your first gifted rose ever, except the note attached to it had nothing but a little smiley face written on it. It was a pleasant surprise, one you hadn’t been expecting when you walked into school today. “Yeah, just one… I don’t know who it’s from, though,” you respond, feeling a sweet warmth creep up your body and rest on your face. Your mind runs wild with questions, wondering who would do such a thing, but you ultimately decide that when the time is right, that person will reveal themselves. 

“Oh,” replies Kita, sounding almost disappointed. Then, before you can even question his tone, he wears a warm smile on his lips once again. “Maybe that person will work up the courage to say something soon.”

“Hopefully,” you respond, a smitten smile dancing over your lips. 

“Pink roses symbolize love and admiration, you know.” 

“Do they?” Kita nods in response to your question. “Oh… that’s nice. How do you know that?” 

“My grandmother has a flower garden. I help with her arrangements sometimes.” 

The bell rings, signifying the beginning of class. As the teacher begins to pull together the attention of class, you nod your chin toward the stack of flowers on Kita’s desk. There must be at least forty piled there… “Maybe you can use those arrangement skills to do something with that,” you tell him, with a small laugh. 

Then, you turn your attention to the teacher’s announcements, but Kita’s eyes remain gently glued to the lonely pink flower on your desk. Yes, maybe one day that person would work up the nerve to confess.

In Kita’s eyes, it didn’t matter how many flowers he received; after all, he only sent one. 

you started dating kita shinsuke your second year of high school.

you met him at the beginning of the school year when you asked him for help with your math homework. he happily obliged, and by the end of it he had earned your phone number.

the next few weeks were filled with late nights texting each other, talking about nothing at all. you learned his favorite color, and you told him about your favorite songs. he asked you to be his girlfriend a month after.

that was eight years ago. red is still his favorite color, and he still has your favorite songs on his playlist.

the first two years of your relationship was filled with tests, study sessions under his grandma’s blossom tree, and many volleyball matches. you never missed a game, not even the far away ones. always in the crowd to cheer him on while he gave you a small smile, ears red and cheeks pink.

kita picked you up for your first date in a old farm truck. you heard him coming yards away as the engine hummed through the neighborhood. the paint chipped and exhaust sputtering as he parked in the driveway, palms a little sweaty as he fixed his hair in the rear view. he about jumped out of his skin when he saw that you were already at his door. he still drives that truck, using it for chores and deliveries, but you’ll never say no to a ride when he asks.

that same truck got the two of you into trouble. the sound alone made it almost impossible to stay out late, cutting sneaky last minute kisses on your front porch short. one particular night, you had begged your mom to let you stay out late, to which she agreed as long as you were home by midnight. at 11:59, in a fit of giggles, the two of you came racing into the driveway.

kita pulled you in for a kiss, only to be illuminated by the the kitchen light flicking on. you jumped out of the truck, running into the house with a dopey grin on your face while you made up an excuse to your mom, blaming non existent traffic for slowing you down.

kita wasn’t off the hook either that night. gran heard him coming from down the road, waiting for him in her rocker with raised eyebrows.

after graduation, the two of you spent every moment you could together. delivering kita snacks while he worked in the fields, having picnics under the stars, even joining his friends on trips to the lake.

when it was time to head to university, kita was the first to offer to help you pack. he calmed your nerves and dried your tears, promising to be there for you whenever you needed.

he called you every day while you were at university, even traveling to see you between holidays.

after you got your degree, gran so graciously offered to let you live with her. your family had moved away, and you couldn’t bear to be away from kita any longer. you spent your days at work, only to come home and enjoy dinner cooked by gran with the man who had your entire heart.

as if you had any more to give, kita asked for the rest of your heart at the end of harvest a couple years ago, proposing with a family ring that he had been saving. you could only nod as tears streamed down your face, being spun around under the evening sun. kita didn’t even change, still wearing the work pants and stained t shirt, dusty boots and sun hat that he donned earlier that morning. he couldn’t wait any longer.

your wedding was everything you could have imagined. full of friends and family, dancing and food. kita spent weeks with his friends fixing up the yard, making it fit for a queen and her king on their big day. lights hung from the trees, flowers from your garden littering the grass and tables, all while your friends laughed and sang along to soundtrack to your love.

three years later, you and kita sit in the back yard after dinner in an attempt to cool off after a long day preparing for harvest. the summer sun hung low in the air while you filled kita in on the phone call you had with your mother.

“she found a few boxes of my things,” you sighed. “stuff from school, photos and things. i told her to set them aside.”

“anything good?” kita’s back is on the grass, and his feet are flat on the ground. the knees of his pants are soiled brown from the fields.

“photo albums, note books, random odds and ends i think. i’ll grab them from her eventually,” you pick at the blades of grass at your feet. “i’m sure we could have a good laugh at some of them.”

your husbands mud stained hand comes to rest on your thigh.

“do ya remember when i first brought ya home to gran?”

you smile. it was an absolute disaster.

“i thought i would never be welcomed back,” you laugh, and kita snorts.

“she loves ya too much,” he closes his eyes as you play with his hands. “what did ya break again? a plate?”

“a drinking glass,” you nod. the memory is as vivid as ever. you had offered to help with dinner, but while you were turning to grab a hot pad you ended up knocking a drinking glass off of the counter. you apologized over and over, no matter how much gran waved you off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal. i’ve got a cupboard full of them, she said.

“ya know what she told me after i dropped ya off that night?”

“bubble wrap her next time?”

“no,” he playfully flicks your leg. “she said how much she liked ya, how she thought ya had great manners. she loved how sweet ya were too,” he says. “gran told me that night that i would never be bored with ya,”

you grin. “and gave you been bored?”

“not recently,” he teases. “i have never been bored with you. i love sharin’ this life with ya, no matter what we’re doin’,” he sits up next to you and wraps his arm around you.

“even dishes?” you rest your head on his shoulder and he chuckles. as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his least favorite chore.

“even dishes,” he nods and takes a sip from his glass. “do ya wanna go for a drive?”

you eye his truck, still as faded and beat up as the first time you saw it. except of course for the scratch on the tailgate from when you tried to drive it for the first time.

“always, shin. where are we heading tonight?” you dust off your legs and his before you walk towards the driveway.

“i didn’t have anywhere in mind,” he opens the door for you, as always, shutting it before walking to the drivers side. “is that alright?”

“it’s perfect,” you look out towards the fields, now slightly golden from the sinking sun. the irrigation sprinklers would be going off soon. “maybe we can stop by gran. i have some things from the garden to give her,”

kita nods, placing his hand on your thigh. the middle seat between the two of you won’t be empty for long. usually after a few minutes, you slide over to sit right next to him.

the two of you pull out of the driveway and down the road, taking in the farm land around you. rows and rows of corn, grass, wheat, and rice. some fields of livestock, some empty for the season. kita drives with one hand, and you can’t help but smile when the light catches his sparkling wedding band as it shines against his tan fingers.

you don’t know how you got so incredibly lucky all of those years ago. you’ve never wanted anyone else. no matter what, no matter where, you’re always going to choose kita. the man who holds your bags for you, picks you a flower on his walk from the fields, the man who has a polaroid of you on the dash of his truck.

the man who has loved you fully from the start.

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.

alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

Hiiii love ur works keep it upp!!!

Any Kita fluff for me???

- anon🥢

Shinsuke cant even get a foot in the door before you’re pausing him with a raised hand.

“Wait, okay- hold on.”

“…alright?” He says.

“I love you.”

His lips curl up into a tired smirk, “baby, what did you do?”

You giggle and chew on your thumb nail, looking innocently at him as you bat your eyes, “I love you.”

“It’s too late for this,” he chuckles exhaustively. He takes another step into the house, and you wince as he pushes the door open a little more.

“Shin, be careful-“

His brow furrows as he looks behind the door, and-

“Where on earth did you get a cow?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice, coupled with the confusion in his tone. “Whose cow is this?”

“This is our cow,” you hum happily. “Her name is Mochi.”

“No, but whose cow was it before?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you giggle, getting up to finally wrap your arms around your man and admire your new cow jovially. “Just know she was free.”

“That’s not my wor- where are we gonna- where did you get a cow?!”

“Here- come pet her,” you encourage, kissing his cheek before kneeling down to pet the soft fur of the cow, and Shinsuke watches with a quirked brow as you do so.

“I don’t wanna pet the cow,” he says, but there’s a smile in his words. He lets you grab his hand and tug him down to his knees, and he stares at the cow with an small smile.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

He laughs, “not fully sure that’s true.” With his hand still being held by you, you guide the calloused palm to gently stroke Mochi’s big head, and she angles into his touch.

He shrugs, “she’s a good cow, I think.”

“She is a good cow!” You chirp. “Shes our cow.”

Shinsuke merely grins and shakes his head, letting his hand freely pet the cow now while you watch excitedly.

“Yeah. Sure. Ours.”

“Yayyy,” you mewl, kissing his cheek.

“For now.”

You pout, and he laughs and kisses the jut of your bottom lip.

I want a cow ☹️