#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.

...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

[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˵)

iloveu

[miffytriffy]

Sneaking around!

"getting caught making out w hq boys!" suggestive!!! ft: Hinata Shoyo, Suna Rintaruo, Yaku Morisuke x gn!reader

Hinata Shoyo:

Originally you planned to watch a movie with Hinata at his house, in his room.

Instead hot and heavy breaths filled the four walls, along with the faint sound of the long forgotten movie playing from his old laptop. He was palming your waist, keeping you sat on his thigh while his tongue slipped past your lips. You kissed him back, tugging at his hair. The muscles of his thigh flexed underneath you with every rock of your hips, just right. Almost like his body knew exactly what you needed. Tilting his head up by gripping his jaw, you kissed him deeper. More more and more. You needed him more than anything. "please Sho" you gently whimpered against his lips. "Shhh" he shushed you, pressing his lips against yours again. You tugged his hair, making him jerk his head back. He breathed heavily, looking up at you with nothing more than need. His hands slipped under your shirt, making your skin tingle at the sudden warmth of his palms over your bare hips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He started kissing your neck, while you continued grinding down on his thigh. Soft moans and breaths left you. His palms rolled over your hips, moving you in his own rhythm suddenly. "Sho- f-fuck!" You gasped.

Suddenly the door of his room burst open, making both of you freeze.

"Shoyo! Have you seen my pencil case?" Natsu asked, peeking inside. "No, I haven't." He answered her, with a groan, keeping his forehead against your shoulder, probably to hide his flustered face. There goes your moment.

Suna Rintarou:

He had been waiting all day, watching you pass him in the halls quickly between classes. But now he finally had you to himself. The two of you were in an empty classroom, school had finished, you should be fine. Suna was sure of that, just like you. He stood between your legs, kissing you as you sat on a desk. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you pleased. He hummed against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth while you moaned. Your tongue pushed against his, while your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even closer. Suna felt himself growing dizzy, partly because he reallly fucking needed to breathe. He squeezed your thigh, a sign for you to ease up. Relucantly you pulled away, watching him pant and looking at the pretty blush dusting his cheeks. "You're so pretty" He muttered, while you pulled him closer by the tie of his uniform. A smile stretched across your lips, while your fingers loosened his tie. "Kiss me again" And who was he to deny you? His hand started wandering up your thigh in the middle of your kiss, making you whimper.

"YOOO!" A familiar voice boomed through the empty classroom. Your eyes widened in shock while a huge sense of dread and annyoance washed over you. You probably overheard the door opening. Suna didn't even seem fazed anymore. You peeked at the loud twin over Suna's shoulder, your brows furrowing. "You're the worst"

Yaku Morisuke:

Practice ended thirty minutes ago almost, but Yaku was still in the changing room. You were supposed to go on a date, so you came by when practice ended to walk into town with Yaku. But he wasn't done changing, so he asked you to stay just a bit longer with him. One thing lead to another and you were pushed against one of the many lockers, with his knee between your thighs while he kissed your neck. You tilted your head to the side, letting him kiss down your neck. "Yaku..." You moaned, your entire body squirming when he started nibbling on a more sensitive part of your neck. You felt your knees buckle underneath you, but he was quick to steady you with two strong hands on each side of your hips. "I got you" He whispered. Then he lifted his head, going back to kissing you. You parted your lips for him, letting him take control. The kiss was needy and hungry, like he couldn't get enough of you. Because he honestly couldn't. His hands wandered from your hips to your thighs, lifting one just a bit so he could hear you moan against him at the friction. He pulled away, only a string of saliva connecting the two of you. For a moment he just took the sight of you in. You were breathing heavily, your lips were swollen from his kisses and he couldn't help himself. He leaned in again, barely giving either of you time to propely breathe. You felt his teeth gently bite down on your lower lip and you both whimpered in perfect sync.

So perfect you didn't hear the door opening.

"YAKU-SAN!?" You both stopped instantly. The voice was so familiarly loud, you could imagine his expression without even having to look at him. Never before have you wanted to sink into the floor so badly. And Yaku hadn't felt so pissed in a while. "LEV! GET OUT!"