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iinoruu · 1 year
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maid day at onigiri miya !!!
🔞 spicy skts on pãtre🌼n !!
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midnightemy35 · 1 year
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Me whenever i see a fictional gay/lesbian ship: what if they adopted me
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chiaroescuro · 8 months
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Komori and Sakusa realizing they like men about the same time, but having opposite tastes. Sakusa likes what Komori would call "men built like a fridge, any guy that could kill him with his biceps". Komori likes what Sakusa would describe as "beanpole emo guys that look like they never slept in their entire life". If one of them thinks a guy is cute, the other one is about to throw up.
In their first year, they watch Shiratorizawa playing in nationals, and Sakusa is drooling over Ushijima, his middle school crush. Komori, on the other hand, thinks Ushijima's red-haired friend with wide smile and big eyes is way hotter. "I like when they are a bit weird" he says. (Years later, when Ushijima and Tendou got together, Sakusa and Komori mumble to each other "you wouldn't have a chance, he has good taste".)
Sakusa reads about Bokuto in Volleyball Monthly and becomes obsessed. Komori sees Matsukawa once somewhere and is about to propose. Asahi Azumane looks like a dream to Sakusa. Komori thinks Enoshita Chikara is a blessing to his eyes.
Komori needs a date? Sakusa says he should try looking in a cemetery. Sakusa needs a date? Komori says a bodybuilder contest is the right place to go. Sakusa is scared of all Komori's boyfriends because they could be vampires, Komori is scared of all Sakusa's boyfriends because they could beat the shit out of him.
"Your type is literally guys with anemia."
"Go on and kiss a brick already."
Until the All-Japan training camp. Until the night of the first day, when they lay on their bed and reveal each other that someone there catch their attention... Until the Miya twins.
Maybe their taste weren't as different as they thought.
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naofairy · 1 month
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Haikyuu!! March fic recs
If you’re hungry for more, here we have my March hq fic recs! These are my favourites chosen from many fics I read in March, I hope you find something to your liking and remember to leave kudos and comments for those wonderful creators!
This time I wasn’t able to add my notes on time because I’m still down with a cold, but as always you can chceck the summaries and tags through the 🔗 to the fic
osasunakomo
3-way smash bros by mysterioustrumpet
corrupt by sumuviolet
worth a shot by dogmad
ushiten
The Mystery of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s Chocolate-Making, Paris-Living Boyfriend by crookedsilence
sakuatsu
Creepin Inta Yer Heart by 221bornotobe
Keep your enemies close (And your clients closer) by mor
ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn
hold on, who’s got a boyfriend now? (yea right) by akitasan
vintage by winterwaltz6
osaaka
new love in old places by stormhund
never the same love twice by lettersinpetals
Onigiri for the Broken Hearted by novocaine_sea
daisuga
Still. Always. by sinkat_arts
Temporary Insanity by WritingMyOwnHappyEnding
bokuaka
astronomy in reverse (it was me who was discovered) by Flumes
Nino Bo vs. The World by sparrowrites
an interim of a thousand years by viverella
in the same room, at the same time by quel_nightmare
The Reason I Miss You by WritingMyOwnHappyEnding
kagehina
no time for rewrites (we couldn't help it) by akaashism
getting it right by akaashism
fic rec masterlist
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drawnbymabel · 1 year
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Sweet, sweet Summer…
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osamusbigtits · 2 months
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sakuatsu wedding where komori drinks a little (a lot) too much and ends up crying to suna about how he'll be alone forever and suna and osamu take him home and get him water and a snack and have him sleep in their bed.
but when he wakes up with one of suna's shirts on, in their bedroom, he panicks and thinks he totally slept with suna and osamu's going to hate him forever and then osamu brings him breakfast in bed and motoya's chin quivers.
anyway. suna never lets motoya live that moment down. even when osamu tells him to leave their boyfriend alone.
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m-art-i · 1 year
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martipictures presents: komori's professional application to be in a throuple
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corvidsinatrenchcoat · 10 months
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hq polyam ships that deserve more love
bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma
osamu/suna/komori
hinata/kageyama/kenma
bokuto/kuroo/oikawa
iwaizumi/oikawa/daichi/sugawara
ukai/takeda/healthy amounts of sleep
tanaka/ennoshita/futakuchi
kanoka/kiyoko/yachi
alisa/akiteru/saeko
lev/shibayama/koganegawa/sakunami
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lindtluirae · 10 months
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SunaOsaKomo | I Was All Over Him | rated T
The flashing lights of the LED disco ball in Sawamura Daichi’s living room bounce off the walls, ricocheting like the loud beat of the music, to muffle Komori’s senses.
He's tipsy, buzzed on jello shots and the fuzzy warmth of people’s bodies jostling him on the dance floor. He moves his body, music reverberating through him until he can’t hear his own thoughts, and the only thing that matters is the present moment, the clammy warmth of the throngs of people surrounding him, and the strangers dancing with him.
Komori arrived here with the twins and Suna, intent on spending his weekend drunk. He enjoys the occasional party, some people might even refer to him as a wild drunk.
But Komori just likes to have fun.
He had been content to stay with his tight group of friends, but the moment he found his eyes lingering on Suna and Osamu…
It’s hard. Loving someone who belongs to someone else.
It’s harder still, to acknowledge loving two people at once. Komori had to contend long ago that he could never have Suna or Osamu.
No matter how much he aches in his chest every time he sees them fall into the warm cocoon they create in each other’s presence. Trading soft kisses and giggling in each other’s ears.
It’s mesmerising, the way they tease and rile each other up, the way Suna digs his fingers in Osamu’s hair as he kisses him, and the way his pale throat looks so long and elegant leaning into it.
Once, he caught them in the backseat of the car. Komori had forgotten his phone on his way to buy them McDonald’s for the road trip, and when he returned to retrieve it, he found that Suna slid from the driver’s seat to the back, to pin Osamu’s hands to the window over his head and kiss him.
Perhaps a better person would have knocked politely on the window. Perhaps a smart one would have abandoned the phone altogether.
But Komori? He stood rooted in spot, with want permeating his mouth as Suna claimed Osamu’s lips again and again. Sometimes, Komori fantasised, but never in detail. He didn’t trust himself to let his thoughts run away from him, especially when he has to face Suna every day for practice.
Perhaps he wasn’t a good or a smart person, because Komori’s thoughts finally escaped him to run rampant.
Suna’s hand was low enough on Osamu’s front that it left no illusion to what he was doing. Not with the way Osamu’s mouth gaped against Suna’s lips.
Komori was entranced, struck to his core. It was one thing to see them trade the occasional kiss, and another entirely to glimpse the passion they clearly held for each other.
But Komori catches them again now, on the dance floor with everyone else, dancing to the salacious beat of the music. There’s barely an inch of space between them, with Suna’s thigh slotted between Osamu’s.
They’re grinding on each other, he realises with a flash of sick warmth in his stomach.
Suna’s hands are shamelessly squeezing at Osamu’s ass, urging him to rub against Suna’s thigh, their noses inches apart as they exchange humid breaths.
They look like they’re lost in their own little world, drunk on alcohol and each other.
Suna’s eyes are heavily lidded, and Osamu’s face is taut with tension, his hands clawing at the hairs on Suna’s nape.
Komori’s face is warm, his thoughts are swimming.
He should look away.
Fuck, he's truly a masochist to watch them like this and hopelessly wish that he's slotted between their bodies. He must have lost his mind to even entertain the thought of sidling up between them.
Shame and guilt begin to mix with the telltale of arousal coiling in the pit of his stomach, and he realises he's not even dancing anymore. What kind of friend is he? Suna and Osamu don’t deserve his depraved thoughts, or his secret desire to covet them.
They’re in love, and have been together since high school, long before Komori met either of them.
Who is he to even hope to be noticed by someone so beautiful?
Suna’s eye catches his own, and Komori can’t stand the mortification of it.
He spins on his heel and flees for the closest escape route.
He makes it up the stairs to an empty bedroom, gasping for air, and leans back against the wall to catch his breath. Shit, shit, shit. What was he thinking?
The song downstairs shifts, and people cheer to the vibrant beat. Komori contemplates leaving, but it’s too long a walk home, and it’d raise uncomfortable questions from his friends.
The song ends and a new one starts, and Komori can’t seem to unstick himself from the wall. His head is pounding, still intoxicated, and his thoughts are slow again, sluggish.
He's almost convinced himself to move when someone else enters the bedroom.
His eyes widen at the sight of Suna, ruffled and eyes heavy-lidded. His mouth is pink with Osamu’s kiss, and Komori finds himself staring helplessly at it.
“Motoya,” Suna says, making him gulp.
“Sunarin,” he returns shakily.
“What are you doing here?”
What is he doing here? “I… don’t know.”
Suna makes a noncommittal noise as he joins him, leaning against the wall next to Komori. “Are you not having fun?”
Komori’s skin prickles with Suna’s body heat fanning his side. “I’m not sure.”
“Do you want me to go?”
Komori should say yes. But his mouth betrays him. “No.”
Then his mouth does something even stupider. “I like it when you’re around.”
Suna’s eyes are a smokey green as he tips his head to look Komori in the eyes. He loses his breath watching him, helplessly roaming the planes of his face with the kind of longing that would cripple lesser men.
“Toya…” Suna exhales softly.
Komori’s body seizes as the backs of Suna’s fingers brush down his cheek. “Don’t look at me like that… you make it so hard…”
He must’ve been drunker than he realised. “I… what?”
The warmth of Suna’s breath burns over his lips, and Komori freezes.
He searches Suna’s eyes frantically and can’t make sense of what’s happening until Suna cups his cheek and kisses him.
Fuck.
Komori doesn’t know whether to pull back or fall into Suna like a lifeline.
His lips are so warm and slick that his brain short circuits and he finds himself digging his fingers in Suna’s shoulders, reeling him closer, gasping into his mouth as his entire body lights up.
Suna responds in kind, burying five fingers in Komori’s hair to tip his head and slot their mouths so deeply together that Komori forgets how to breathe.
It’s warm and humid and slick, and it coils him up like a string.
“Rin?” Osamu calls from beyond the door, and Komori rips himself away so fast it makes the room spin.
When Osamu joins them moments later, Komori feels sick.
“There you are,” Osamu smiles with the same mouth that Suna had kissed earlier—the mouth Suna used to kiss him with now. “Hi Toya.”
“H-hi.” His voice cracks. His eyes are beginning to sting with tears as Osamu leads Suna away with a jaunty wave over his shoulder.
What… What has he done?
Komori doesn’t sleep that night, haunted by the taste of Suna’s mouth, and by Osamu’s cluelessness.
He kissed a committed man. He kissed Osamu’s boyfriend.
Shit, fuck, shit.
Suna kissed him.
Suddenly, Komori is irrationally angry.
It’s the only reason he can use to justify banging down Suna’s door at nine in the morning.
“What?” A sleep-ruffled Suna yanks open the door, irritation ringing in his voice.
Usually, Komori would be distracted by the sight of his shirt gaping so low that he can see Suna’s collarbones. But not when he's so frazzled.
“Motoya?” Suna says, confused.
“You.” Komori’s voice shakes, as he pushes Suna into his apartment. “How could you?”
“Wha—?”
“You kissed me,” Komori hisses, eyes stinging. “I let you kiss me. How could you? You’re everything to Osamu, how can you throw away seven years of love?!”
Suna seems stunned speechless.
Komori’s eyes overflow with tears. “I love you,” he sobs, finally letting it out now that everything feels ruined beyond repair. “Both of you. How can you use that against me? You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist, didn’t you?”
“Toya…” Suna says, anguished.
“Rin acted rashly.”
Komori stiffens, looking behind Suna’s shoulder to see Osamu standing there, shirtless and bedraggled.
“I—shit—I…”
Did Komori just fuck up their relationship?
Before he can panic, Osmau joins them, face soft. “Hey, Toya, calm down. It’s okay.”
“W-what?!” he splutters.
Osamu leans against Suna, like he hasn’t just overheard what happened. “We were supposed to tell you together.”
“Tell me what?”
“That we like you,” Osamu smiles faintly. “God, you look so cute when you’re so twisted up about it, come here, Toya-chan.”
Stunned beyond forming words, he lets Osamu pull him into the space between his and Suna’s bodies.
“We planned to tell you together,” Osamu says gently, stroking his fingers through Komori’s hair. “But this airhead got too excited and kissed you.”
Komori shakes his head, not sure he's processing any of this properly. “I… I don’t understand.
Smiling, Osamu leans closer to look Komori in the eyes, whispering conspiratorially. “We love you too.”
Komori’s jaw slackens in shock, and Osamu uses the opportunity to swoop lower and kiss him.
He gasps, overcome by the feeling of Osamu’s mouth, and his knees nearly buckle when it’s joined by Suna’s solid chest against his back.
“Relax,” Osmau murmurs. “It’s okay.”
Komori has so many questions. But he loses sight of all of them as Osamu kisses him again, and Suna holds him.
He can find out later, he decides, clutching Osamu and kissing him back.
Much, much later.
You can also read this one-shot on AO3.
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notsuchasecret · 7 months
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My wonderful friend @oloreandil has a birthday today! This time last year we had only just become friends, and it's startling to think back and remember just how much fae has done for me, how much fae means to me, and how much brighter my life is with faer in it now.
Happy birthday, Haz. I got you dumb boys in love.
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iinoruu · 1 year
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sunaosakomo request from my patre0ns 🤭
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reiners-bratwurst · 18 days
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Komori Motoya/Miya Osamu, Komori Motoya/Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi Characters: Komori Motoya, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Ginjima Hitoshi, Takanashi Hiromi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Sakusa Kiyoomi's Family, Komori Motoya's Family Additional Tags: Inspired by The Fast and the Furious, AU, Trans Sakusa Kiyoomi, Trans Male Character, Romance, Fast Cars, Motorcycles, Family Issues, Underage Drinking, Underage Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Underage Driving Summary:
Komori Motoya se ve obligado a vivir en casa de su primo Kiyoomi. Al ir al mismo instituto que él, conoce a los Miya y a Suna, que le proponen participar en carreras ilegales. Él no sabe conducir, pero si un chico alto con brazos de ensueño le dice que le enseña no quiere decir que no... Sin darse cuenta ya no hay vuelta atrás, debe seguir corriendo o aceptar una realidad que ni él ni su hermana Koharu están dispuestos a aceptar.
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miiracleboys · 2 years
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atsumu starts dating hinata and kageyama and barely even gets to hold having two boyfriends over osamu’s head because osamu already has suna and then also starts dating komori within literal days of atsukagehina getting together
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naofairy · 2 days
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I’m so happy to tell you that you can finally read my first osasunakomo fic! I’ve been screaming about them for a while now and I’m so excited to share this fic with you!
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erinzzsstuff · 9 months
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I’m kinda icky abt trying to promote my ff bc idk how to and like it’s my first time writing so like I’m just gonna leave this link here to my acct and you can check out my story, “Miyagi’s Cafe” You see, I do not Write on Ao3 because this is not Ao3 material, not Wattpad but it’s the closest I can get !!! 😋
If ur too lazy to click on it, it’s a Haikyuu ff abt my favorite poly ships and like a cafe and stuff!!!! so far there’s 4 parts, three chapters not counting the prologue. (I try to update every Monday. I don’t have an exact time though)
Thank you 😝
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osamusbigtits · 1 month
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motoya kinda hates osamu at first bc it's not fair that he got suna before motoya even got the chance to try. and then he finds out they're poly qnd suddenly he needs both of them
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