#inarizaki

[blancxr]

please and thank you ೃ༄* suna rintaro

content: roommate!suna x fem!reader, smau, timeskip (suna plays for ejp raijin), mostly fluff, swearing, mentions of drinking, slight miscommunication, very ooc, down bad suna bc yeah

*note: the text with komori is in suna's pov !! → if you enjoy this click here for the series ⋆˙⟡

[drawnbymabel]

🌾🍙 Happy Haikyuu Day!!

[miyasmagnolias]

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 | 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

miya osamu x f!reader

➢ synopsis: when your daughter starts kindergarten at the quirky all-girls school across town, you form an alliance with the only other solo parent in her class: hot single dad miya osamu. what ensues is a year's worth of chaos — and a love you didn't think you deserved.

➢ what to expect: friends-to-lovers, slice of life, found family, tooth-rotting fluff, occasional angst, mentions of absent parents, any 18+ nsfw content will be tagged!

➢ how to read: each installment stands on its own, but there's an ongoing story that unfolds if you read it chronologically!

➢ listen while you read: ufo, better than, worth it

➢ status: in progress!

1. lunch boxes

➢ when you get a call from your daughter's teacher that a classmate ate her lunch, you're determined to give the parents a piece of your mind — only to meet hot single dad miya osamu instead.

2. bake sale

➢ at your first pta meeting of the school year, osamu ropes you into running the fall bake sale with him.

3. on the house

➢ osamu treats you to lunch at onigiri miya — and grows determined to change your half-hearted relationship with food.

4. bug fair

➢ osamu finds out about his daughter's school project the night before it's due. in a rare moment of panic, he calls you for backup.

5. pick-up lines

➢ you meet osamu's twin in the pick-up line of your daughter's school.

6. stage fright

➢ osamu comforts your daughter before her first music recital of the school year.

7. the fiancé

➢ your ex-fiancé comes into town with a favor to ask. meanwhile, osamu struggles to keep his own feelings in check.

8. field trip

➢ osamu notices you're having an off day and wants nothing more than to comfort you. the only problem? you're both chaperoning the kindergarten field trip.

9. tooth fairy

➢ when osamu tells his five-year-old daughter that the tooth fairy isn't real, he, you, and atsumu team up to do damage control.

10. open house

➢ you do something thoughtful for osamu without asking him first, and it sparks the first real disagreement of your friendship.

...stay tuned for more!

please note: there is no taglist for this series! i wish i had time to maintain one, but alas, adulting is hard. feel free to turn on post notifications for my blog instead!

@miyasmagnolias, 2026

[qardenofeden]

contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.

this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.

“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”

you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”

“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.

...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?

“fine.”

“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.

osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.

“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”

“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.

osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.

atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.

and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.

and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.

until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.

“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.

“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.

“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.

your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha— babe, we didn’t plan this?!”

“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

sure is a good thing osamu’s got practice.

[lesserthan-3]

amateur porn star reader and best friend osamu who reader has recruited to help with her career.

when your site started taking off, you immediately thought of osamu to ask for help- he was really good with that tech stuff and you trusted him with everything.

at first, he started behind the camera, managing comments, setting up automatic payment systems, all that jazz, but recently he’s been making guest appearances when the time called.

he’d tie your bonds for you, try out a new paddle gifted by a fan, and he’d even be the lucky guy you got to suck off while your cunt was stuffed by a tip-based dildo machine.

before every show, you and osamu would look through your inbox together, particularly for a comment from who you could call a “generous viewer.” their requests were sometimes extraneous…but it had to be worth the money considering you kept accepting.

so once a week, you see a familiar name pop up in your long list of requests.

it starts off with edging, then overstim, then pet play, step sibling role play, bondage, anal, impact play, etc. at this point, you wondered what even else was there to try?

and of course, osamu is there to help you through it all- strap you up to the spreader, slap you down your sopping cunt, tug at the leash attached to your collar, truly, he is the bestest friend you could have.

and at the end of the day, he’s able to split the profits with you so it’s a win-win for everyone!

and now he gets to go give some of that money to his brother, atsumu, who’s just great at coming up ideas to request from pretty porn stars!

[haikyu-mp4]

When you messaged Suna to ask if he could send you a video of Atsumu for a friend, the side of his lip lifted in a little scowl. He considered it for a second before sending you a video of Atsumu sneezing into his towel at a volleyball game, before handing it to Osamu for him to unknowingly rub his face with it.

Suna watched from across the cafeteria as you frowned, leaning away from your phone screen in disgust as you watched the video. It made a small laugh huff between his lips as he tried to hold back the satisfied smile.

From y/n: I can’t send this to her?? she’s head over heels for that piss-head

From Suna: oh it’s actually for your friend

With an ungraceful sound of realisation that you were in fact asking for a friend and not just using it as a cheeky excuse, Suna glanced at Atsumu who was currently stuffing his face with onigiri, his cheeks covered in stray rice as he talked while chewing.

From Suna: he doesn’t have any good angles tho, you’re on your own

And he thrived in the way you found his eyes across the room to hit him with a glare because at least you weren’t the one crushing on the twin. Even if you were, his video planted enough doubt in the Miya genes to last until he finally asked you out. Crisis averted.

I've fallen ill and will be taking a bit longer on the requests for my event, so have this drabble in the meantime<3

[sagelytoad]

✶✶ Frenzy ✶✶

Synopsis (1.3K words): What it’s like to be the group girlfriend for the Inarizaki three: Osamu, Atsumu, and Suna. 

Tags: MDNI, timeskip, Suna Rintaro x reader, Atsumu Miya x reader, Osamu Miya x reader, polyamory, missionary, pile driver, cowgirl, marking, mentions of weed, cream pie, back shots, a tiny bit of fluff.

Masterlist

Sorry this is short, I have writers block :') Hope u enjoy!!

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The nature of your relationship came about in a way that was surprisingly effortless. You became friends with Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna sophomore year of college during an intramural volleyball match in which you were paired up with them by chance. From the beginning, the chemistry was there and it didn’t take long for you to be absorbed into their group. Parties, study groups, dorm hangouts—spending time with them quickly became part of your daily routine. Soon enough you noticed real feelings developing, the only problem being that those feelings extended to each guy. Atsumu for his smooth talking and bubbly demeanor. Osamu for his quiet confidence and approachable vibe. Suna for his sarcasm and magnetic personality. All of them for their looks. Typically, you’d feel overwhelmed by the need to make a decision. Which one would you pursue? But eventually you noticed that they weren’t asking you to pick. 

They were only asking you to say yes.

—

Dating Atsumu means being shown off. He likes the attention and jealous stares from others when he parades you across campus. He enjoys the thrill of interrupting another guy hitting on you at a party by wrapping his arm around your waist and suggesting loudly that you two find somewhere more private to escape to. The feeling that he has what others want…it could almost get him off. But don’t worry, he knows that you’re not just arm candy. He likes to spend quality time with you out in public. Coffee shops, campus library, the mall. His favorite activity being to spoil you by taking you shopping. The look on your face when you’re perusing the shelves, searching for a good book or a new dress, and the smile you wear when he inevitably offers to pay. It’s addicting to him, seeing you so happy and taken care of. And of course he’s posting a picture of you and your many shopping bags to Instagram just to brag about how well he treats his favorite girl.

In the bedroom, he’s more private. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see you this way, (aside from Osamu and Suna, of course). Atsumu likes missionary because he can see exactly how good his cock is making you feel by your expression. He wants to hear you. Your whines, your cries, your moans, he wants to hear you tell him how big and thick he is until your orgasm steals any and all coherence. 

“Tell me how it feels baby, c’mon use your words.” He taunts, smirking when all you can manage to say is a broken and stuttered version of his name. 

He likes when your cute head is boxed in by his massive biceps. When the thrust of his hips makes your breasts bounce. When your eyes cross just before you completely unravel. He likes how you cling to him as he finishes over you, usually on your thighs as he always waits till the last second to pull out. Most of all he likes the look of total admiration you give him in your post-fucked out state. How you pepper him with ‘thank yous’ and ‘feel so goods’. 

How when it’s time to sleep, you curl right up against his sculpted frame and reassure him that he’s ’the best you ever had’. 

—

Osamu likes feeding you, naturally. Anything you want, anything you’re craving—he can make it. That complicated dish you saw on TikTok? He’s on it. A snack that’s no longer sold in stores? Replicated perfectly. A vague description of a dessert you had when you were ten years old, but still think about? He’d slave in the kitchen until he got the recipe right. Needless to say, you never went hungry when you hung around Osamu. 

His favorite view of you is when you’re waiting patiently for him on the couch, adorned in soft pajamas, hair undone, makeup off, softened eyes watching as he prepares your meal. The way your face lights up when you get your first taste. How your shoulders relax with every bite until you’re full and slumped against him. So warm, so sleepy, so his. 

After a hard days work is when he needs you most. Osamu likes when you’re pressed beneath him. When you’re sandwiched between the floppy mattress and his dirty cooking apron because he couldn’t be bothered to change out of work clothes before taking you. He likes how the swell of your ass perfectly fits into his body as he thrusts into you, pinning you down. It drives him crazy when you’re helplessly begging for more. When you can all but squirm at the sensation of his heavy cock filling you up. Sometimes he covers your mouth, letting you bite onto the fat of his palm, all so he can hear the sweet sound of your muffled cries and whines. 

“Take’n it so well. Feels s’good.” He moans, breath hot up against your ear as he feels your walls contract against him. “So sweet how ya suck me in.” 

His pupils expand at the sight of your knuckles gripping the sheets. Breath hitching as your back arches further than he thought possible, allowing him a better angle to dick you down. He can barely contain himself when you scream nonsense into the pillow, one hand wrapped up in your hair, the other circling your puffy clit. 

He always finishes with a back shot, breath heavy as you relax against the bed, legs trembling and aching. Once you’re cleaned up and clear minded he’s offering to order takeout. 

A prize for being so sweet to him. 

—

Suna is who you go to when you need a good laugh. His humor suits you perfectly. A mix of subtle wit and brilliant comedic timing that always has you rolling on the floor. It helps that he’s got an endless stash of gummies which he feeds you one by one until you’re giggly and pliable. You watch movies and YouTube together for hours, talking over the audio, complaining about your respective days. His favorite thing to do with you is chill in the dorms, take a gummy, listen to music, and kiss you slowly in between conversation. Your presence is relaxing and you could say the same about him. 

You two fuck frequently. Suna is a lazy dom. He wants you to do all the work while he watches and degrades or praises you, depending on the day he’s had. He always asks if he can film, watching the videos back when you’re too busy to hang, and fucking his fist to the sounds you make when you ride him. Suna enjoys leaving marks—hickeys on your neck, chest, arms, thighs, it doesn’t matter. He likes to see the evidence that you’re his, getting frustrated when you try to cover them up. 

“Fuck whoever you want,” He says, voice low and self-assured as you ride him, “But we both know this pussy’s mine, yeah?” He punctuates his words with a nip against your collarbone, the skin blooming a deep purple as his lips pull away. 

Your hips drag over him in long, slow waves that make your walls clamp down over his cock. His mouth teases at your chest, tongue flitting across your hardened nipples. He watches with amusement how you bite down on your lip, head lolling to the side in primal bliss. 

He likes to finish inside. Likes the danger of it and how you always whine about feeling so stuffed. He likes to watch it pour out when you dismount, occasionally swiping at it only to bring it to your soft lips. 

Most of all, he likes how you keep talking to him. Dazed and tired from your busy day and the sex, you keep talking to him even as you drift off into sleep. He just plays with your hair and lets your words wash over him until you both doze off together.

[showhay]

pebble

— shinsuke gave you a rock once, and now you apparently owe him your entire life, soul, a kid, and a joint bank account.

kita shinsuke x f!reader

c: fluff fluff fluff!!

not proofread, i was sleeping halfway

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you didn’t think a stupid joke would change the trajectory of your entire life, but here you were—sitting across from kita shinsuke, captain of the inarizaki volleyball team, man of terrifying discipline and scary neatness, who was currently holding out a pebble to you like it was the crown jewels of england.

and the worst part? his face was completely serious.

“so,” he said slowly, like he’d been practicing this in the mirror, “will you marry me now, or later?”

you blinked. once. twice. a third time for dramatic effect. “kita,” you said carefully, “that’s… a rock.”

“a shiny one,” he corrected.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the thing is, you had done this to yourself.

yesterday, in the middle of lunch, you’d been joking with your friends, complaining about the horrors of modern romance. “dating is exhausting,” you’d whined. “why can’t someone just… i don’t know… give me a rock and call it a day? i’d totally marry them on the spot.”

you hadn’t realized kita was listening.

well, you had noticed him looking, but it was kita shinsuke. his resting face was so blank and unreadable that for all you knew, he was thinking about fertilizer ratios for his grandmother’s crops.

apparently not. apparently, he was thinking: say less. i’ll get you a rock right now.

and now here you were.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

“shinsuke,” you tried again, hands twitching in your lap because you weren’t sure if you should take it or run. “you can’t just hand me a pebble and call it marriage.”

his eyebrows twitched—kita’s version of a full-body flinch. “it’s not just a pebble,” he said quietly, like you’d gravely insulted him. “i picked it out myself.”

because suddenly, you were picturing kita, stoic, dutiful kita, crouched in the dirt somewhere on the school grounds, carefully turning over rocks like he was shopping for diamond rings. imagining him brushing the dirt off, tilting them toward the sun to see which ones sparkled most. maybe even rejecting a perfectly fine rock because it “didn’t have the right shine for you.”

you clutched your chest. “oh my god. you’re cute.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kita frowned. “what’s wrong with that?”

“you’re serious,” you croaked.

“of course i’m serious,” he said simply, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “i don’t joke about you.”

you nearly choked on air.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

and here’s the thing about kita shinsuke: he didn’t do grand gestures. but when he decided something, he committed like his life depended on it.

and apparently, you were the thing he had committed to.

because ever since the pebble incident, kita had been acting like you’d already said yes.

he walked you to class every morning, carrying your bag before you could protest. he refilled your water bottle before it ever got halfway empty. he started memorizing your schedule with the terrifying precision of someone who probably knew what brand of pencil you preferred before you even did.

when you laughed at a dumb joke, he looked at you like he’d just witnessed the second coming. when you sneezed, he handed you tissues faster than humanly possible.

it was… intense.

but also? kind of cute.

like, alarmingly cute.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the next day, he gave you another rock.

“this one’s smoother,” he explained, holding it out solemnly. “good for keeping in your pocket. for luck.”

you squinted at it. “are you just… planning to give me rocks every day now?”

his face didn’t move. “if that’s what it takes.”

“takes… for what?”

“for you to keep me.” i’m keeping you alr

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you wheezed so hard you nearly bent in half. “shinsuke, you sound like a stray cat i picked up.”

“if that’s what you want me to be,” he said seriously, “i’ll be that.”

and the best worst part? he meant it. fully, wholeheartedly, terrifyingly meant it.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kita shinsuke in love was… a lot.

if love was a battlefield, he was a one-man army, willing to burn down entire civilizations to make sure you stayed hydrated and warm.

if love was a garden, he was the guy checking the soil pH daily, pruning the hedges at dawn, and guarding it from pests like his life depended on it.

if love was a rock—well. he was literally handing you those, so.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

“people usually give flowers,” you said one afternoon, staring at the growing pile of pebbles he’d slipped into your hands all week.

“flowers wilt,” he replied, unbothered. “rocks don’t.”

you blinked. “that’s… actually kind of romantic in a weird, caveman way.”

“then will you marry me now?”

“shinsuke.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the funniest part was how unshakable he was.

other guys would blush, stammer, maybe crack a joke. kita? dead serious. every word. no hesitation. it was like he’d skipped past “crush” and “dating” and landed directly in “till death do us part.”

and sometimes, when you caught him watching you from across the classroom—calm, steady, like he was memorizing the shape of your smile—you got the sneaking suspicion that maybe… you liked it.

just a little.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

“do you want to know why i picked the first rock?” he asked one evening, walking you home.

“…sure?”

he glanced at you, soft in a way that almost made your knees give out. “because it reminded me of you.”

you snorted. “a rock reminded you of me?”

he nodded, not a hint of shame. “solid. reliable. something i want to keep with me.”

you almost screamed into the void. “shinsuke.”

“hmm?”

“stop being so—so you.”

“i don’t know how,” he admitted simply.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

eventually, you gave in.

not because of the rocks (though your drawer was starting to look like a geologist’s collection), but because you realized something terrifying: kita shinsuke wasn’t going anywhere.

you could push, you could tease, you could laugh at his caveman courting tactics, and he’d just keep showing up with more devotion than anyone had a right to have.

and honestly? that wasn’t so bad.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

so one day, when he handed you a particularly shiny pebble, you took it without hesitation.

“thanks, husband,” you said casually, just to mess with him.

for the first time, his expression cracked—his ears turned bright red, his lips parted like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

then, slowly, carefully, like you were made of glass, he whispered: “so… later, then?”

and you realized, with horrifying clarity, that kita shinsuke had just unlocked a whole new level of terrifying devotion.

but you were smiling.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

because honestly?

you would marry him for a rock.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: i’d marry him for nothing idk

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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