#bb.floof

Iwaizumi

> It’s Oikawa’s fault, as usual. He got sick the day before he promised to go with his sister to some orchestra show and to sightsee. It was supposed to be a bonding day for them, but he came down with the flu and Iwaizumi was kindly volunteered to take his place. As in Oikawa begged him.

> It was fine, they got ice cream afterwards and she wanted to take a picture to remember the day. He took the picture and sent it to the group chat, letting Oikawa know his sister was having fun. The boys all laughed and congratulated Iwaizumi for going on a date with such a “bombshell”, as Makki said.

> You think it was an accident, which makes the pain sting more. He’d share his cheating with his friends so easily, it’s sickening. You immediately shut off your phone after that, deciding to not deal with it.

> The next day, when Iwaizumi goes to greet you, you continue walking. It’s something everyone notices, but nobody says anything. Makki and Mattsun give each other similar looks of ‘oh shit’ while Oikawa is still missing.

> Once Oikawa is back to proper shape, you welcome him back with a big hug. It’s the most emotion you’ve shown all week and Iwaizumi gets pissed. He continues to ignore you, though. He finds it hard to continue, though, when you start flirting with Oikawa.

> Mattsun fills Oikawa in on the situation while a plan forms in Iwaizumi’s head. He knows he did something wrong, but what? He decides to apologize anyways. Not having you talk to him was putting him on edge, worrying him.

> The next day, Oikawa tells you Iwaizumi won’t be attending since he’s busy. At first, you got worried, but when Oikawa winked at you, your face felt hot as anger boiled. You figured it would come to this, but it still hurts more than you thought. Then, Oikawa tells you he forgot his knee pad and could you go get it for him. As the helpful manager, you oblige. It’s not like anyone is in the locker room.

“What’s this?” Your voice cracks as you stare at Iwaizumi. He’s standing in the room, holding flowers and an apology note. His face is a dark shade of pink, his eyes glancing at you before going back to the floor.

“An apology. I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend,” he says, clearly and cleanly. His palms are sweaty, but he is able to at least speak properly. “I don’t know what I did—“

“Oh, please. You’re tired of me, I get it. You don’t have to go apologizing on my account. Shouldn’t you be with the brunette girl?” You feel hot tears streaming down your face, quickly wiping them away as Iwaizumi looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Brunette— do you mean Shittykawa’s sister?” A confused look crosses your face as he groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Shittykawa made me fill in for him and go sightseeing with his sister. He didn’t ask before telling her, but she watched over us as kids, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just hang out. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,”

“Not a big deal, Hajime? Not a big deal? I honestly thought you were bragging! It didn’t help Makki was all like ‘oh man she’s so hot’ in the chat!” Tears are freely falling now, as your blink away the blurriness. “I thought you had just gotten tired of me,”

“Baby, no, never,” he shushes you, hugging you. It’s nice to be talking to him, wrapped in his arms. It’s a sweet and tender moment, relaxing in his hold as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your hair, shifting on the balls on his feet as you follow suit. It’s not until you’re pressed against the cold metal of the lockers do you look at him. His face sports a familiar look, one that always has your knees buckling to his command.

“Hajime, not now,” you whimper, feeling his warm hands sliding underneath your shirt. Had you been in your uniform, you’d most likely have his hand down your panties right now. He just presses a kiss to your temple, hands moving the waistband of your pants.

“I gotta remind you that I’m all yours, baby. And you’re all mine, so don’t ever go flirting with Shittykawa again,” he growls out, sending heat down to your core.

Tendō

> So first off, your relationship with him is on the down-low as in the only person outside the relationship who knows is Ushijima because Tendō cannot keep a secret from his BFF. You wanted it to be a secret because you did like him when he confessed, but your friends would tease you for dating him. Coach Washijo didn’t allow his player to date, so it was a secret relationship.

> However, when a girl ended up flirting with Tendō because she wanted a free pass to see the games, you wished it wasn’t so secretive. He was obviously flirting with her, enjoying the attention, while you listened from the girls’ bathroom. When he called her a “pretty lady” though? You felt your world shatter. He never called you that.

> The following practice, you passed by the gymnasium doors to see that girl standing outside them. A brief glance in her direction before continuing on your way, back to the dorms. You didn’t text Tendō the rest of the day.

> Tendō was frantically looking for you, wondering what he did wrong. When that girl was outside the gym and not you, he panicked. It was lunchtime, so he expected you to be in your class. When he got there, you were gone.

> He asked your friends, but they didn’t give him an answer, asking him “why does it matter?” So he went back to perusing the halls, looking for your familiar hair color or your voice. He heard a male’s voice first. Then your laugh.

> Turning a corner, he saw your hand on some guy’s bicep, a smile on your face. He recognized the stranger as the dude who tried to date every girl in his grade. Why were you talking to him? Another giggle had him moving towards the two of you.

“Why don’t you and I, I don’t know, meet up for some drinks after school? There’s a good milkshake joint nearby,” he grins, flashing his bright teeth. It would make most girls keel to his demands, but you’re different.

“Oh, I’d love to—“

“But she’s my girlfriend, loser,” Tendō sneers, his hand gripping your elbow as he drags you away.

“Tendō-san, what are you doing?” You attempt to resist his pulling, but he doesn’t let up. “I thought I was barely a classmate to you,”

“Yeah, well who gave you the right to flirt with some fuck boy?” He looks down at you, anger flashing across your face. The guy is still standing there, watching.

“Oh, I figured I wasn’t a priority to you. After all, you called that other bitch a ‘pretty girl’, so what’s up? I don’t get a cute name like that, except ‘girlfriend’?” You wrench your arm free. “Leave me alone, Tendō. Go to that other girl,”

“You mean Hana? Ōno Hana? The girl who’s crushing on Wakatoshi-kun?” He raises a brow. “As if she’d like me. I was complimenting her because she was anxious about talking to Wakatoshi-kun,”

“Well, it didn’t seem like that. I listened to the conversation. Leave me alone,”

“Why would I want her when I have a perfect little girl in front of me? Who else could trust me enough to bind them so tight, or who could cream on my fingers so easily?” He smirks as your face gets hot. A swift smack to his chest is useless when he turns to the guy, holding your arms. He maneuvers you to face the guy, smushing your cheeks together. “Tell him who you’re a good girl for, because it’s not gonna be him,”

“Tendō, this is so awkward,” your muffled voice comes out, dealing with his fingers pushing your lips together. “I’m not gonna say it,”

“Then he can watch as you cream on my fingers. Front row show, you know?” He snickers, moving his hand off your face and moving it underneath your skirt. A brief flash of your underwear towards the boy has you submitting properly, squirming as you practically shout what Tendō wanted you to say. “See, not that hard? Oh look— he’s running away! I hope he enjoyed the show!” Tendō waves happily, smiling all the while. You’re finally released from his hold.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you? Thinking you can go be a whore?”

“You want the relationship on the down-low! You wanted it to be a secret!”

“Well, if that means boys think you’re available, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He smirks, once again dragging you off. As he heads towards a closet, you know you’re not going back to class with steady legs.

Bokuto

> It was unusual for Bokuto to miss practice, so the managers and Akaashi were asking if you had seen him. You had not, but offered to go looking while everyone else started practice. Akaashi thanked you, leaving to fill in for his missing captain.

> Roaming the school, you checked the bathrooms to see if he was in there and even checked the classrooms to see if he fell asleep. When you didn’t find him, you went through checking the halls only to find him walking next to some girl with his arm around her shoulder. The scene hurt you, but a part of you knew he wouldn’t ditch practice and cheat on you, it was not in his nature.

> When the girl laughed at one of his jokes, you felt tears prick your eyes and ran off, back to the gymnasium where Akaashi was the first to greet you. You explained what you saw, after he took you to sit down on the bench, while the team continued. He said it probably wasn’t what it seemed like, but the scene kept replaying in your mind.

> The next day, you didn’t meet him on the roof for your normal lunch date so he got worried. Bokuto can usually read your moods, since you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he hadn’t seen you at all. He went looking for you, ignoring the strange looks he got as he ran through the hallways. Once he got to your class, he expected you to be sitting at your desk. Instead, he turned to your friends for help.

> One of them mentioned a dark haired student invited her to eat with him in his class and after he got a description, he went looking for the mystery man. He thought it might have been Akaashi, but he didn’t have brown eyes and a mole beside his right eye. It was finding a needle in a haystack, looking in each class until he saw your familiar hair color sitting in an unfamiliar class.

> He just kind of looked at you and the stranger through the window, watching as you laughed at the guy’s jokes. It was the same laugh you used at his jokes. It made an strange feeling in his chest burn, it made him jealous. Walking inside the classroom, you continued talking to the boy as he moved behind you.

> You closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them, you saw the boy’s face drop as a shadow loomed over you. Looking behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing behind you. “Whatcha doing?” He asked. His voice seemed to be bright and cheerful, normal to the innocent bystander. To you, with the fake smile on his face, it sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

> He wanted to talk to you alone, a hand on your back as he guided you to the stairs leading to the roof. You tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t turn to look at you. He just stared forward as anger simmered in his chest and his eyes.

> Once the roof door had shut, you were roughly pushed against it as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes bore into you, demanding an answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why were you flirting with him? Do you no longer love me? Did I do something wrong? Are you tired of me?” As his questions poured out, the anger in his eyes melted into sadness, guilt forming into a ball on your chest. His hair drooped down as he put on his pouty face. “Do you wanna break up?”

“N-No! Not unless you want to, that is. I saw your arm around that g-girl in the hallway. I—“ you gulped, unshed tears on your lashes, catching the sunlight as you look at him. “I thought you were tired of me,”

“Why would I be tired of you? You’re the love of my life!” He shouts, you flinching as his booming voice made your ears ring. He apologizes, hugging you tightly into his chest. You do a heaving motion, fighting back the tears as his words play on loop in your mind. “I could never see anyone replacing you in my life,”

“That’s nice, Bo,” you mumble, rubbing your nose into his chest. It’s warm and comforting, a nice contrast to the brisk wind in the autumn air. When he moves, you look up to see him grinning at you, a glint in his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“We’re all alone and obviously my little bird needs to remember just who she belongs to,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before he quickly drops to his knees. It’s a sudden movement, his face in front of your skirt and then it’s under your skirt, a leg hooked over his shoulder. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name before lunchtime is over.

“BDSM? Like, 50 Shades of Grey?”

“But better!” He chirped, smiling brightly. You smiled right back at him, deciding to accept the proposal. You were still on the fence, but you were also willing to try anything once. You were both experimentalists, after all! Part of that title meant experimenting!

With your knees pressed into the leather bench and your arms bound behind your back, you were having second thoughts. The flogger Tōru held in his hand was the toy of choice, the toy he was recommended for spanking and punishments by the man running the shop. A beginner’s toy, he had said. The brush of the leather against your skin was scary, but when the leather slapped against your skin, you realized how... pleasureful it could be.

With the thin straps smacking against your rear, you could feel a bit of slick looking between your legs, thighs rubbing for friction. Tōru clicked his tongue at that. “Naughty girl. Don’t you know you only get to release from me?” He whispers, as if anyone could hear him aside from you. With his long fingers running over your skin, they dive between your thighs to rub at your folds. “So nice and wet. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? After all—” you gasp out, feeling his fingers pinch your clit. A squirm has the harness keeping you strapped down jostling, the clinking of metal and rustling of leather echoing in your ears. With the flogger touching your skin again, you expect more pleasuring smacks against your skin. When it leaves, you wait for it.

The sound of the smack echoes around the room, your body lurching forward with the action. Tears spring to your eyes as the stinging in your ass rises. Tōru chuckles. “Count them for me. You don’t talk back,” he growls out, a pause. You manage to mumble out a ‘one’, only to hear him humming in approval. When his hand lands against you again, you feel your tears slip down your cheeks, but you continue to count each spank.

“Tōru, I don’t like this—” you begin, but are once more cut off. When his joyous laugh reaches your ears, your blood turns ice cold.

“Pets don’t get to decide. I’m in control. Start from the beginn—”

“Milk bread,” your voice breaks the scene, the flogger still being held hitting the floor as you feel the restraints loosen. You sniffle as your wrists are freed, gently brought into your boyfriend’s loving arms.

“I didn’t know it was going to be so rough, I’m so sorry, darling,” he coos, pressing kisses to your head as he carries you out of the bedroom. He brings you to the bathroom, setting you down as he begins to run the bath. “Do you need anything?”

“Some water would be nice,” You mumble. With your arms covering your naked self, you’ve never felt so small and vulnerable. Tōru nods, rushing off to get you a drink. You stop the bath water, slipping into the warm water as it soothes your stiff muscles and the already forming welts on your ass. When he comes back, he kneels beside you, next to the tub.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“I know. You wanted to try something new. I did, too. I did. I didn’t expect a volleyball player with a killer serve to spank me with his serving hand, though,” you giggle, making light of the heavy situation. With his brown strands covering his face, you push them up to see his eyes once more. Full of guilt, your stomach twists at the sight.

“I won’t do it again. I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” His declaration is firm, accompanied by a couple of tears. Your eyes widen as the situation finally settles in. While it may have been damaging for you physically, it was more damaging to him. He’d carry the guilt of hurting you.

“Well, next time let’s start off lighter. Maybe not 50 Shades of Grey styled,” you joke. He laughs at that, dryly.

“I concur,”

-> You all agree, even though you’re hesitant. This sounds more like a boys trip than a best friends trip, but Akaashi assures you that he’ll be there so you’re included. Such a sweetheart.

-> The ride there is chaotic in itself. The old van Kuroo rented was old as dirt as it rattled and clunked. You were gripping Bokuto’s hand for dear life while he held you in his lap. The seats were disgusting and only one seat had a seatbelt, so you got Bokuto’s lap. He popped a boner and apologized, which was fine, but he kept talking about how every bump your ass would grind on his dick.

-> Akaashi controls the radio and eventually puts in earbuds and falls asleep lmao he went “peace”. Kuroo drives because he’s the most responsible. Bokuto cannot drive. Akaashi would probably kill them all if they annoyed him too much. He said he wouldn’t, but you three thought he would if given the chance.

-> Finally arrived! You can’t look Bokuto in the eye, but it’s fine! You’re driving back. Kuroo and Bokuto strip immediately, proudly displaying their muscles and abs. Kuroo is attempting to be slick and flirtatious, but Bokuto’s himbo energy entrances men and women alike. You and Akaashi have to pry Bokuto from strangers because he’s being crowded. He hasn’t even touched a volleyball yet.

-> Beach volleyball! Kuroo and Akaashi are on a team because Bokuto wants to show off his impressive skills to you. You don’t watch his games or practices, so you don’t know how far he’s come. Too bad he didn’t think about the sand beforehand. He slips and falls on his face when he tries to do a jump serve. Kuroo cackles hysterically and Akaashi runs over to check on Bokuto. He has a mini emo mode, but you quickly make him feel better by “accidentally” falling on your butt. Giggles and childish fights start on the sand until Akaashi clears his throat and asks if you guys want privacy.

-> Next match is Bokuto and Kuroo vs you and Akaashi. You’re shorter than them, but the fact that Bokuto and Kuroo can’t stop laughing for no reason and keep messing up, you don’t have to worry about reaching over the net. Akaashi gives you a sly smirk when he smashes the ball over the net, patting your cheek as you realize your eyes were wide. He’s very balanced on the sand for someone who’s never played on it before.

-> Kuroo and you vs Bokuto and Akaashi. It doesn’t go well. Your sets are kind of sloppy and so are your receives, your arms barely reaching over the net when you jump. Kuroo can basically do everything except set, so you’re forced to set for him. Akaashi aims for you first, forcing you to have to take a set from Kuroo. Bokuto is just downright terrifying now that he has the habit of playing on sand and he isn’t laughing. His jump serves are sloppy, but he can still hit the ball hard and fast. You’re too scared to receive it and he aims for you. Kuroo is basically on his own lol.

-> Playing in the water! Kuroo tried to take your swim bottoms off once you guys got out really far, but Akaashi just glared at him until his hand retreated. You had no clue what was about to happen, talking about marine life with Bokuto. They also made fun of your height I’m sorry but they’re giants. Water up to your chest and it just hit their hips kind of giants. You guys swim a bit, just laughing and joking around.

This is just the set of headcanons with y’all being best friends.

Love Potions

— MatsuHana [non reader insert]

— Miya Atsumu

— Suna Rintarō (ice)

— Bokuto Kōtarō + incest

— Semi Eita

— Meian Shūgo + ice

— Akaashi Keiji (ice) + incest (ice) + mafia (ice)

— Iwaizumi Hajime

Cupid Arrow’s

— IwaOi & MatsuHana [non reader insert]

— MSBY [Bokuto, Meian, Atsumu, Sakusa]

— Seijoh VBC + incest (ice)

— Seijoh 4 + mafia

— Karasuno 3rd years

— IwaOi

— BoKuro

— Shiratorizawa 3rd years

Lovebug Cocktails

— Sakusa Kiyoomi

— Komori Motoya

— Bokuto Kōtarō

— Miya Atsumu

Strawberry Champagne

— Akaashi Keiji

-> For real though, you attempt to go back to sleep. Aone, however, wakes up when you do if he isn’t up before you and immediately greets you. His morning voice is your favorite, soft and gruff all at once. You smile at him and tell him it’s a lazy Sunday kind of day, so he nods and attempts to sleep as well.

-> Once you two are up for the day, Aone makes you both breakfast. It’s something he always does in the mornings when he’s staying or leaving a bit later, so it’s not unusual. He does make a different kind of meal — making it more fulfilling instead of making something that’ll give you both energy. You practically inhale the food once you get it, it’s that good.

-> After you guys eat, you two curl back under the covers to keep in the warmth. You either watch TV, read your own books, or play a game. If you play a game, it’s usually Jinsei Game or Go, some easy games for you two to play. Jinsei is more popular in your household on those lazy days, while ago is reserved for intellectual stimulation.

-> All in all it’s a good day, even if you spent most of it in bed. You guys probably watched a movie, taking a nap as the sound of rain continues and lulls you to sleep. Aone turns off the movie and turns off the lamp, cuddling you as he slowly falls asleep, too.

> it comes up a lot when you’re in front of the mirror trying on some clothes. At the store, in your house, or even just passing by a mirror in public, you stop and immediately your mood plummets as you see the reflection. Kuroo can’t stop it, but he is there to lift your spirits.

> taking you out to make you feel better, telling you he loves you as he rubs circles on your arms. It’s sweet and it makes you feel better, but the same thing happens when another mirror comes up.

> The shaving process is brutal, too. Constantly shaving, always complaining about hair growing back literally later in the day, it just gets exhausting. Kuroo tries to make things better, buying the best and newest things to help, but they don’t always work.

> whenever people notice the hair while out and about, just on your arms, it makes you wanna cover up constantly. One Look from Kuroo has them glancing away, his mothering mode activated when he tells you to ignore them.

> You were the mom of the group lol trying to keep Yukie from doing something she’d get in trouble for but also helping her chaotic deeds. It began with a rumor. Telling the gullible boys about the rumor was needed, so Yachi and Kiyoko told Noya, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, and Asahi. You told Bokuto, Yamamoto, Lev, and Inuoka. Yukie and Kaori told the extra teams (but they don’t matter) and some gullible Fukurōdani members.

> Thanks to Bokuto, Akaashi also believed in it. The rumors spread to each member, the rumor of a kid dying from being smacked in the head by a volleyball and dying on the court. It was... gruesome, to say the least, with the rumor, but it was that or a serial killer hid his victims under the gym floor.

> It turns out, Karasuno got the serial killer one while Nekoma and Fukurōdani got the kid dying rumor. Although different, they believed that the kid came back to life as a spirit and murdered the people who didn’t help him. It was quite a good story, you congratulated the boys for mashing the fake rumors together.

> The following night, all you girls put on makeup and old ragged clothes you found in a closet. As well as old clothes that needed to be thrown away, ripping and cutting to make them look horrible. It was so funny, the horrible attempts at being scary. You and Yukie kept giggling as you did each other’s makeup, you expected the boys to immediately know something was up.

> Instead, Yachi led the boys straight into the traps. You managed to make Bokuto scream like a little girl, jumping into Konoha’s arms as the poor boy dropped his heavy captain. The fake blood dripping from your mouth was a nice touch, even scaring Kuroo and Yamamoto. You scarred Asahi though, poor boy.

> Kiyoko didn’t scare Noya, Yamamoto, or Tanaka. They immediately knew who she was, but she managed to scare Daichi and Suga. Yachi was also scared, but she was taken away by Tsukishima who had to deal with her and Yamaguchi.

> Kenma didn’t follow them, too busy with his game. Plus, he knew the plan. He wasn’t gullible and wasn’t easy to deceive.

> Aside from that night, where everyone got in trouble with the coaches. Old men being woken up by teenagers? Not a good thing.

> From that night on, you girls did truth or dare. Yukie made you confess that you had a crush on Bokuto with a truth. You were scared she’d force you to confess to him, but she wasn’t that mean. She did dare Kaori to confess to Konoha, but he knew it was just a dare (she told him shh). Yachi has to steal food from the kitchen and was shaking like a leaf the entire time lol.

> Kiyoko got dared to do simple things, as everyone was too worried she’d get in trouble for something that wasn’t her fault. Yukie got dared to not eat your snacks although she failed goddammit girl. She tried to change her dare and say it was to eat all the food, but you guys had to stop once Coach Ukai banged on the door and told everyone to sleep.