#sick tsukishima

[preluvz]

Happy (belated) Valentines Day!! This was way overdue to the point that its now Happy White Day too;;;; but either way yayyyy Tsukkiyama!!!

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Population of Two

[theheightofdishonor]

bokuto's insight into this match is often so- i don't know if i have the words to even describe what i mean but like it's just a reminder at how involved he is in this whole thing between kuroo and tsukki but also kuroo and daichi and that while nekoma and karasuno have their own separate thing, there still is a bigger network that they're connected to as well.

[hazyletter]

established 2nd year tsukikage that is sudden; that no one expected. one day, in the middle of a match timeout, off to the side, people just suddenly see kei twirling tobio's hair with his fingers, subtly smirking as he mutters shameless flirtations to a frowning but reddening tobio

they're watched with gobsmacked faces and gushy whispers of their teammates and people at the bleachers. and they all just watch tobio turn away, blushing, while a chuckling kei just puts an arm around his shoulder before smoothly ruffling his hair with small pats

JUST. tkkg at the comfortable phase of their relationship where when they're teased by ennoshita to tone down the flirting when the match resumes, kei fakes a cough while tobio looks away, but they don't deny anything, clapping each other's hand in a quiet movement before the whistle

[freakurodani]

so we all agree that tsukishima suffers the most from kagehina?

[sugawara--san]

thinking about how tsukishima voluntarily went on a trip with hinata and kageyama

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey, this is the same anon who requested the third years! If someone else offers something up for the Haikyuu slots or if you’re not comfortable with/don’t want this request, please feel free to decline! If the headcanons requests are still open, may I suggest/request: Haikyuu, one of the forms of team bonding is playing little tickle games and one time the first year boys challenged the third year boys to the arms up after the third years were claiming they could last way longer than the first years just did. If you want it narrowed down to just two, maybe Yamaguchi and Suga? All the karasuno team are friends your honor.

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Hey friend! :D Good to hear from you again! :D This is super cute, and I'm more than happy to write this! I've gotcha covered! :D

It started as a casual comment.

“I bet we could beat the third years in a tickle battle.” Hinata smiled, fully aware of said trio sitting a few feet away.

What followed was controlled chaos.

~~~

“Ready…go!” Tanaka called, hitting the timer. Suga puffed his cheeks almost immediately when he felt fingers dig into his ribs, Yamaguchi’s touch light and skittery. It was the last chance to secure a victory for the third years- Daichi had won his round with a solid 20 seconds while Asahi failed after five. He had to beat 18 seconds in order to snatch the win.

The problem was he was rather sensitive to light tickles- something Yamaguchi seemed to excel in.

“Oo, look at that! He’s already starting to craaaack~” Hinata cooed in delight, pointing at Suga’s reddening cheeks. “Give in, Suga!”

“Don’t listen to them, Suga! Hang in there!” Daichi encouraged. “Focus on not reacting! Pretend he isn’t there!”

“Yeah, pretend Yamaguchi isn’t getting closer and closer to your armpits, seconds away from digging in and making you squeal like a baby.” Tsukishima smirked, eyes glittering when he saw Suga’s struggles increase. Yama, taking the hint, slowly began his ascent upward.

“Pfft-Pffuhuhuuhuuhuhuhft!” Suga puffed out a few giggles, fighting for his life to keep his arms up and out of the way, even as Yamaguchi brushed the cuffs of his t-shirt, hovering centimeters above his pits. “N-No! I woohoohn’t give up!” He was determined to win. “T-Tihiihihme?”

No number was given- or at least; none he could hear before Yamaguchi’s hands dug into his pits, making him squeal and shoot his arms down. “Ahehahahhahahahaha! Whahahhahait, wahhahahahaht-gheahahahahahhahahaha!”

“17 seconds! Ah, so close!” Tanaka announced, laughing as he watched Suga squeal and squirm all over the place, Yamaguchi following closely. “The winner of the first Bi-monthly tickle fight is the first years!”

Hinata and Kageyama whooped, slapping palms as Tsukishima smirked. Yamaguchi, feeling merciful, pulled his hands back with a cheer. “We won! What…what did we win?”

“A free pass to “Tickle Monster Island!” Daichi roared, wrapping his arms around Hinata and Kageyama, digging into their bellies and earning loud squeals. “Asahi, grab the others!”

“Wahahhahait! Whahahhait, no fahhahahhahhhahahair!” Hinata cackled out, his voice lost in the sounds of the rest of first year’s giggle fits as Asahi and Suga grabbed them, making short work of their tickle spots.

“Ahh, how I love team bonding days.” Tanaka sighed before putting his phone away, lunging at the nearest body.

[cursed-anduknowit]

Have a Haikyuu spread for your lovely faces 🩶🩵

[oh-katsuki]

can’t believe the great loves of my life are all fictional fucking men. unbelievable. 

[thebestsetter]

I love it when my husband has a bad day.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.

Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.

When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.

We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.

I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).

I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.

ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!

Masterlist

[minbells]

Men who are academically gifted, very smart and calculated, but somewhat clueless when it comes to love. He has a good reason for that though; nobody before you had caught his attention. Now that he’s found you, his heart is beating faster, cheeks heating up, fingers itching to reach out and hold you. His normally cool demeanour is crumbling. Did you cast a spell on him? He has a lot to learn about romance, and the good thing is that you basically have a completely blank canvas to paint on. He didn’t pick on any bad habits and he’s already a perfect gentleman.

He would do anything for you, he might not know much about being in a relationship, but he adores you. He is eager to learn about affection, dating, kissing, establishing a routine with you, loving you. He’s an act of service kind of person, eager to please and care for you. He’s the one reminding you of your appointments, making sure you eat enough and stay hydrated, taking care of you when you’re sick, helping you study or work on whatever projects that you have. Whenever he comes over, he cleans your dishes without even a second thought, and you felt bad at first to subject him to your messes until you realized that he loves doing those things for you.

He quickly learns how and when to hold your hand, what kind of dates you like, the pet names that make your heart skips a beat, how to kiss you until you’re breathless and wanting more. He’s also a very good listener, which is actually impressive since he seemed mostly socially clueless when you first met him. He takes an interest in all the things you like. He does research on your favourite music groups, he catches up on TV shows you enjoy so he can understand what you’re talking about when you mention them, and he tries to learn the recipes of your favourite meals. He has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to gift ideas and things he wants to remember about you — your drink order, favourite restaurant, the flowers you like, the brand of a bag you were eyeing last time he went to the mall with you. He doesn’t want to miss anything.

He’s become completely attached to you and he’s so touch starved that he takes each and every opportunity to be near you and hold you in some way, usually burying his nose in your neck. He takes note of your sweet perfume then, mentally adding it to the list of things he knows about you, right next to the flavour of chapstick he tasted on your lips the last time he kissed you.

fushiguro megumi, todoroki shoto, shinso hitoshi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, armin arlert, tomioka giyuu, hayakawa aki, + all your favs.

[sunarc]

Exes who convince you to get back with them by fucking you until you’re cumming and making a mess on his cock. He’ll have you in a mating press just so he can get a perfect view of how your pussy clenches around him. He knows every spot to make you tremble. He’s cocky about it. It’s almost a cycle for him. You’ll storm out telling him how you’re done with his shit. You'll slam the door telling him you never want to see him again. Yet somehow you always end up in the same position, ankles resting on his shoulder taking his cock babbling about how you love him so much.

“Mmh, I love you so much baby” your words are a memorized pattern that you always find yourself drooling whenever you’re with him.

He chuckles, eyes never leaving the area where you two connect. The squelching sounds of your hole are almost as loud as your moans

“You love me baby?” he groans “ This pussy loves me too, listen to how she’s purring”

His thrusts are rough. You’re almost positive the neighbors are sick of the two of you. He’s in a trance. All he can think about is making you cum on his cock. The way your hole squeezes him only fuels him. He can’t help but admit how much he missed this. The way you call his name is like music to his ears. He hasn’t heard your pretty voice beg him to let you cum in so long. He’s savoring this moment. His hips meet your roughly grunting each time he bottoms out.

“Thought you said you were done with me” he knows he should be thankful he has you back but he’s so cocky he can’t help but tease you a little. You look away embarrassment flooding through you.

“Look at me baby” he growls “ Look at how much your pussy missed me” his eyes are trained on the way you suck him in.

“You missed this cock didn’t you?” He knows his words are getting to you. Your whimpers grow louder. All you can do is give in and admit your truth.

“Missed you so much baby” your voice is shaky. Your eyes meet his and he has a smirk on his face hearing your words. He places his hand on your stomach, feeling where his cock is.

"You feel that baby?" his eyes switch back and forth between the creamy mess your making on his cock and the bulge that shows where his cock presses inside of you.

He leans down to put his head into your neck to leave wet kisses. His hands wrap around you pulling you close. His groans fill your ears and for a moment you want to never hear anything other than that again.

“You’re mine” his words match his thrust You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm. "Say it" he growls. His thrust are sloppy. His mind floods with his claim over you. You want to speak, to give him an answer but you feel so fucked out of your mind all you can do and whimper and moan. He chuckles watching you practically go dumb from his cock.

“I guess i gotta fuck you until you remember who’s pussy this is”

Matsukawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Osamu, Suna, Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, Tsukishima, Semi, Geto

tag: @smoothopz , @ykimobessed , @mizloca

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[bbyboykats]

me and my anxiety painstakingly watching as Tsukishima finds out that his brother isn’t the ace, he’s not even on the team, and they both lock eyes from the stands

[hazyletter]

remembered that time in 3rd grade where i got a fever at 40° and my mom bought me to the hospital at 2 am & i just think that: tkkg where tobio is carrying kei bridal-style to the emergency room in panic while kei doesn't know if he's flushed up because of the fever of not

kei groggily tells him to stop overreacting because he was in fact taken out of bed when he was half-asleep by tobio who was checking his temperature every 6 hours. tobio retorts with a glare and kei is left sighing on the hospital bed;

kei: sorry about this. i really don't need to have a bed

nurse: well-

tobio: just shut up and lay there, you idiot. you look like you're about to die if you stand up

kei: quit it already... let's go home..

tobio, bowing: please take care of him

nurse: a-ah, yes... i will

[its-weeping]

tsukishima kei | 𝟑:𝟒𝟐 𝐀𝐌.

genre. ᡣ𐭩 fluff, established relationship, timeskip!!, pet names (sweetheart)

˚. ࿔synopsis. you ask your husband to get you a glass of water because you simply don't want to.

notes. it's currently 3:42 as i'm writing this so... anyways im going on vacay in a few days so i won't be able to get any fanfics out in the next two weeks.

you shift onto your side and face your husband, hesitation clear in your actions. you swallow dry, feeling parched, then give your husband's cheek a gentle poke. once, twice, but the other tsukishima doesn't move.

"psst," you hiss, no dice. "psssttt." you try again, and this time he groans.

a smile stretches across your lips as kei unwillingly stirs awake. he's looking at you now, already annoyed at having been woken up too early in the morning.

"what?" he growls, yet there's no venom in his voice. you swallow again, "can you get me a glass of water?"

your husband blinks down at you, unfazed but not moving from his position.

"kei, please?" you plead, voice barely above a whisper.

the said man grumbles, "sweetheart, you're not a kid. you can get water from the kitchen by yourself."

you know how much kei dislikes getting out of bed when he doesn't have to, but what are husbands for if not to fulfill meaningless tasks from their wives?

you roll your eyes at him, "yeah but the water tastes better when you get it for me."

sure, it was clearly an excuse so you could stay in your warm, comfy sheets, but you consider some of what you were saying to be true.

kei sighs, accepting defeat—and how could he refuse you when you were being so cute for him? he gives your middle a light squeeze before slowly unwrapping his arms around you. you give him a soft thank you, and your husband waves a hand over his shoulder, drawing up a smile from you.

at times like these, when the moonlight illuminates through the sheer curtains, and the air-conditioning hums amidst the silence, and the queen bed is warm and smelling of both your scents, you can't not sigh and appreciate your life as it is.

the domesticity of being able to overhear your husband in the kitchen—your husband, who was a straightforward and sneering man to everyone, was going through the trouble of pouring you a glass of water just because you asked.

the door of your shared bedroom creaks open and kei's silhouette is clear in the dark when you notice.

"here you go, sweetheart." his voice is teasing as he passes you the cup, bed dipping as kei settles his weight on it.

taking a sizable gulp, you give a gasp, "wow, i feel so refreshed. you literally saved me just now."

your husband scoffs softly as he takes the cup from you, said object looking tiny in his hand. you grin at the response. in earnest, you thought kei would be sick of you by now, with the silly requests and annoyance you brought him. but somehow there were subtle signs that always gave away his true feelings.

"what are you thinking about?" your husband asks suddenly.

you shake your head, "nothing, let's go back to sleep."

kei seems sceptical but nods nonetheless, and soon he tucks you both under the covers. he's snaking his arms around you to keep you in his embrace, to keep you close. and you're pressed against his chest, catching the scent of his cologne as you breath in. kei's free hand is playing with a strand of your hair absentmindedly and you can't help but snuggle closer to him.

"kei," you mumble into his shirt and he hums, "i love you."

"..i love you too, sweetheart."

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.