Canary in a Mineshaft (Bokuto x Reader)

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Bokuto
with his hair down gives me “shōjo vibes” (this is irrelevant… or not).
I want to request a scenario where he (in his first year of high
school) is lying on one of the bench that Fukurodani has in its
schoolyard. Bokuto has “no love” for volleyball from the beginning, so
he is a bit tired of his senpais + because everything he does is wrong. A
girl of his class sees Bokuto “sleeping” but knows why he is there as
well. She moves in close to him and tries to cheer up this baby. [i] I
think Bokuto in his first year was most calm over his “depressed mode”;
like not in a comical way. Whatever, he was a loud guy as always and the
girl met him like that. But this time he is just quiet and needs
silent. That girl and Bokuto become friends and now they’re in their
third year. Bokuto is happy with his team and loves volley, but
sometimes he feels like two years ago and goes to her because her
company is too comfortable whenever he is on a quiet mode. [ii]Just
change whatever you want, add more stuff or… yeah. I just want a cuddly
and silent Bokuto who also want quietness. Thank you so much! And I’m
sorry if this is too long and even so has a lack of details! (；＿；) [iii]

okay…so I really, really love this concept. beware of long fic. This will be something I do in parts. I feel like it deserves a few chapters. I kinda gave him depression in this (or like symptoms of it). Also, this diverged from your original idea a bit, sorry!! I just got carried away. Also, this piece is litered with symbolism and stuff, so if you can’t tell-the owlet is Bokuto and the canary is you.

Koutarou wasn’t perfect. He knew that, and so did everyone else. He shouldn’t be too hard on himself, though. In his defense, no one was perfect, and the definition of the word has millions of different meanings. However, he couldn’t shake the heavy feeling of sadness weighing on his shoulders..

High school was a huge shocker to the poor owlet. His upperclassmen always told him he was obnoxious, his teachers told him he was too loud, his so-called friends told him to tune himself down and get a grip. For the first time in his life, he was really ostracized. His feathers were clipped and useless. No matter how hard the owlet struggled, nothing could aid him in setting himself free from his cage that slowly built around him, locking himself deep within a mine shaft. Others seemed to prefer this contained, suffocated version of himself, so he decided to accept his imprisonment. The lock, grew and tightened, reinforcing the cage and making it impossible for the owlet to break free. He remained locked in his cage, hidden away at the bottom of the dark, deep  mineshaft.

Koutarou sighed, lying on a bench outside Fukurodani Academy. He stared at the sky the yellow sun shone brightly, and a few birds fluttered around in the vast, baby blue sky above him. As they danced above him, twittering, Koutarou felt as they were somehow mocking him. They were unbound to the chains of reality, able to do whatever they pleased. No matter what, they had each other. Their flock was many, and no one was left in solitude. It was at these times that Koutarou wished he could join them. But he knew that was a facetious thought. The owlet remained perched alone on his stand in the barren mine shaft, slowly losing oxygen.

What the owlet didn’t realize, was the young canary watching him. They were intrigued by the owlet, he seemed to be like some sort of decrepit chest, keeping its gold hidden from the world because of the fear of rejection. The canary couldn’t believe it. The owlet exuberated the essence of life itself. He was so bold, passionate, optimistic. His presence was enough to ease the canary’s tension during tough times. They did not understand why the rest of the flock shunned his personality. The owlet was a ray of sunshine, a single blow of wind in the doldrums, a tiny, yellow flower in a field of weeds. The canary decided enough was enough. It would break the owlet out of its cage and navigate it through the dusky mine shaft, despite the potential consequences.

You nervously approached Koutarou on the bench, he didn’t know you, but you hoped he would not reject your company.

“Hey,” You greeted him, calmly. “Can I sit here?”

Golden eyes made their way up to yours, the quick contact making you freeze.The lack of intensity in his gaze was very, very unlike the Koutarou you knew. Whoever claimed that eyes were the windows to the soul definitely wasn’t exaggerating. You could see the desperation and sadness that hazed over his orbs, making his usually bright expression dim.

Koutarou shrugged and looked away from you. “Sure.”

You sat down beside the boy’s feet at the end of the bench, hoping to offer some comfort. The bench was warm from being in the sun’s rays, and you looked at the concrete ground under the bench and began nervously kicking around a fallen leaf by your feet. You began by introducing yourself, while he gave you a short, uncharacteristic “Name’s Koutarou.” in response. You brushed off his brevity, though. You understood he was going through a tough time and his thoughts were most likely plagued by other topics. You sat there for a couple of seconds, mulling around for what to say, before taking a deep breath and deciding on something.

“Um…” Koutarou curled his upper body, getting into an awkward position to somehow look at your face to show you had his attention. “A-are you okay?” You questioned, stuttering a little.

The teen beside you visibly flinched at the question, eyes darting from you and staring off into the distance.

“I’m…fine.”

Those words did not sound genuine at all. But you knew it was just inevitable for Koutarou to show the reality of his emotions through his voice and actions.

“Y’know…it’s okay to talk about how you really feel. I won’t judge. Promise.”

Koutarou looked on into the distance silently, and for a minute you wondered if he even heard you. Before you could repeat yourself, he spoke.

“Do you….ever feel lost? Like your real self isn’t enough for everyone else? I want to be myself….but I can’t find a crowd to just…do that. Everything I do is always too much,everything I say is too loud. I suck at school, and I really have no talent. I gotta completely change the way I act for others to like me. I just…wanna be myself…y’know?”

You responded to his revelation with silence. You wished you were some wise sage to give him all the answers to his problems, but you weren’t. You were just a regular highschooler, and you were pretty dumbstruck right now at the profoundness of Koutarou’s issues.

He coughed awkwardly, then continued. “S-sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”

You instantly reacted by waving your arms in disagreement. “No, no! If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” The air between you two became silent and awkward again. After a few moments, you spoke up again. “I know this may sound a bit weird, but have you tried joining a sport?”

That obviously resonated with the boy. He sat up, looking at you. His eyes urging you to continue. You could see the haze beginning to fade from his eyes, it seemed the foggy thoughts of his mind began to clear with your suggestion.

“In sports, you can be as loud as you want…and your teammates will likely join you…and you never know…you may actually be good at it? And even if you aren’t, a little practice can fix that. And I saw the volleyball team is desperately looking for members, I’m sure they’d be happy to have you.” You explained, then offering Koutarou a smile

Then, it happened.

For once in a long, long while, you saw Koutarou smile. Yeah, it was relatively small, but it was still a smile nonetheless. He jumped up from the bench and stretched his long limbs.

“You know what, you’re actually right! I’m gonna go sign up right now!”

He turned around, appearing to instantly rush back inside the building, but instead turned around to face you.

The sun was blocked by his body, but the rays still peeked from around his head, giving him and ethereal appearance. His eyes shone, contrasting against his shadowed skin. And his lips grew from a small grin to a full blow, pearly-white, genuine smile.

“Thank you.” This time, his words were genuine. Honestly laced his voice.

Your face flushed pink from the adorable expression and genuine gratefulness from the boy.

“You’re…welcome.”

He ran back into the school, a new innovation flowing through the boy.

Although the owlet believed nothing would change and he’d eventually suffocate at the bottom of the mine shaft, that turned out to be quite the opposite. A friendly canary befriended him, breaking the lock on his cage. They made their way through the shaft together. Although they were far from the exit, the owlet was happy to have a friend to help him along the way.

This is sooooo good! I can’t wait for more of it!

Are you still doing the song scenario? If so may I please have Daichi’s male s/o belting Beautiful from Heathers, if not that then Emotions by Mariah Carey and he hits the whistle tones.

Hi sweetie! I am actually not doing the song scenarios anymore. Also, I only write fem pronouns (sorry!) BUT if you want an AMAZING writer who caters to other options (and you aren’t already following them) check out @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw

Her ask box is currently open and though it will take a while for her to get to your ask because she has so many and she goes in order of received, she’s super sweet AND talented and I’m sure she could do a great job. 

Sorry I couldn’t help!

If you would like, please submit some A-Z head canon requests from this post and characters and I’ll be happy to do those. 

Hi! Are you still doing the song fic scenarios? If so, could I get Cant Help Falling In Love With You with Kuroko pls? Tysm (o^^o)

Forgive me if this is sadder than you wanted but it’s what
popped in my head. When I was growing up, this song always made me feel sadness
so I went to an un-reciprocated love story. I hope you like it despite the melancholy.
Also, so glad you asked for Kuroko, he doesn’t get nearly enough love!

Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley – Kuroko

Kuroko has always been, for the most part, a levelheaded
person. He thinks things through, plans ahead, and doesn’t take unnecessary
risks. But that all flies out the window the moment he meets you.

Wise men say only
fools rush in

But I can’t help
falling in love with you

He’s completely enamored with you, his heart racing any time
you’re near. But there’s one small problem; you belong to someone else. To
someone he admires and cares for like family but the burn in his heart just
won’t quit. He knows it’s wrong to want you for his own, to fantasize about you
leaving who you’re with for Kuroko; but he can’t stop the thoughts, the want,
the need.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help
falling in love with you?

Kuroko knows, whatever you ask him for, he’ll do. He has no
doubt he’d love you better than the one you’re with now but he isn’t about to
tell you. He hides it, a secret buried in the shadows of the shadow. And that’s
all he is to you; the shadow, the follower, the friend. All the things he
wishes he wasn’t and never the one thing he wants to be.

Like a river flows
surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant
to be

Because as much as he wants you, he’d rather die lonely than
hurt two people he cares so much for. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cling to
the tiniest bit of hope that maybe one day you’ll look up and instead of
seeking the sun, you’ll want the shade.

Take my hand, take my
whole life too

For I can’t help
falling in love with you

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Because I can’t get enough of your writing, so I hope you don’t mind if I request songfic of Ushijima and his gf.. The song is Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and the situation is based on the lyrics.. Thank you😄

Really angsty and short but I feel like it captures the
essence of the song. I hope you like it!

Last Kiss by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Sitting on the floor of your bedroom, you stare at the
images going past your thumb as you scroll through seemingly endless pictures
of Wakatoshi and his team. Sadness clenches your heart, squeezing like a vice
until tears drip down your cheeks. You weren’t surprised that he took the opportunity
given to him to join the ranks of a professional team. No, you
were surprised when a week after he left, he texted you to say it was over.
When you asked what he meant he replied bluntly, “Our relationship. I just can’t
focus the way I need to knowing you’re back home waiting for me. I’m sorry,
_____, but you’ll find someone who really deserves you.”

After that, you never heard from him again; at least not
directly. You and Tendou had become quite close during your years of dating his
best friend and even though it was a bit awkward, the friendship remained after
the breakup, mainly because Wakatoshi wasn’t around. The one to make it
awkward, you suppose, is you because you can’t stop yourself from asking about
your ex every time you and Tendou manage to get together.

“______-chan, you need to let him go,” he said one day over
coffee. “This isn’t healthy. He’s…he’s not coming back and even if he did, and
I say this still loving the guy like my bro, would you even want him after what he did?”

That question smacked you in the face like a cold, wet towel
but you knew the truth. You knew, given the chance, you would take Wakatoshi back.

And that set you on a trail of fantasies, dreams of him
returning to Japan with flowers and sweet words and acting pretty much nothing like the man you dated but so
much what you longed for to happen. Only all of it blew up in your face today when
pictures of him and one particular woman started popping up on social media.
She’s a volleyball player, of course, gorgeous, well-built and with a nice
smile. You want to hate her, but you can’t.

But you can’t hate him either. Because if this is what could
have happened while you were still together, well, maybe it was for the best
that he severed the ties so ruthlessly.

A mirthless chuckle exits your lips into the silence of the
room and you curl up, clad in his old high school sweatshirt, knowing that for
you, the longing and the want is far from over.

You just hope you don’t end up dying from a broken heart.

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Bad Boy Bokuto

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Because Lana loves the bad boys. 😉

Bokuto leans against the wall of the arcade frequented by him and his gang, smoldering cigarette hanging lazily to the side of his mouth.  Moving it more centered, he takes a long drag, blowing smoke as you exit the establishment.

“Looking for me?” he asks and you jump at the sound of his voice. He’d been watching you, watching him, amused that someone like you ended up in his neck of the woods.

You swallow once, then twice to rid your mouth of the saliva gathering quicker at the sight of him up close. For a while now, you’ve been casting side eyes and stealing glances at the tattooed punk but being in near proximity is doing weird things to your head…and your stomach.

His arms cross accentuating the bulge of his forearms and biceps, the ripple of muscles highlighted by beautiful ink marking up his skin. He’s wearing a black muscle shirt today partially exposing what appears to be a great horned owl (his gang’s insignia) done in black and grey tones on his right bicep. His left arm is covered in a sleeve tattoo of a great oak tree with representations of his gang honored with their own individual owls.

Bokuto, it seems, is a rather dedicated leader.

A deep chuckle draws your attention back to his intense golden eyes which are currently half hooded looking at you like you’re something to eat, but you realize he’s reacting to the unconscious licking of your own lips. “Damn baby, you make me think you want me,” he chuckles then adds, “What’s a sweet thing like you doing around here anyway? Get lost?”

You’ve always been what people consider a “good girl”; decent grades, no marks on your record, and have a set of friends who for the most part stay out of trouble. But you’re invariably drawn to Bokuto like a moth to a flame.

“I…” you take a deep breath, but can’t get the words caught in your throat to come out. What exactly brought you here? Shaking your head, you take two steps back. “It’s nothing, so…sorry I bothered you.”

Before you can even blink, Bokuto grabs your wrist, tugs you forward and whirls you around, caging you against the wall. The press of his firm chest against your softer one makes you certain he can feel the rapidity of your heart beat.

“I never said you were bothering me,” he says, voice low and steady. His breath smells like a mixture of nicotine and sex sending pulses of heat into the pit of your stomach. Chills run down your spine as he grasps some of your loose hair, trailing it through his fingers as he goes on, “I was merely curious about you. Then again,” he leans in even closer, breath puffing over your neck, “I think you’re the curious one. How bout it, hmmm? Care to take a walk on the wild side?”

He pulls away, eyes boring into yours and suddenly you can’t breathe properly. How did you get yourself into this situation? But as nervous as you are, you’re not afraid. There’s something warm hidden in the depths of Bokuto’s intense stare and you’re sure that if you told him to back off, he would, no questions asked.

But you don’t want him to back off, not at all. Tilting your head up slightly, you graze your lips against his tentatively. A bark of laughter has you jumping but he doesn’t move away. “So damn innocent,” he teases. Pushing the hair away from your neck, he places light kisses against your skin making you shudder. “It’s gonna be so much fun wrecking you, baby cakes.”

____________________________________________________

“Bo…Bokuto,” you pant, face flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Hmmmmm?” he hums, looking up from his kneeled position between your thighs. His pupils are blown wide, lust rolling through them like a thunderstorm that sucks you into its depths and keeps you there until you’re sure you’ll drown. Then a crack of lightning, thunder booming in your head when his tongue pushes deep into your core. You throw your head back letting loose a lewd moan which has his dick twitching with want.

“Keep your eyes on me, doll face,” he orders, “otherwise, no grand finale.”

Your head falls back down, fingers gripping the edge of the table he has you seated on until your knuckles are turning white. He never breaks contact, staring up at you with complete focus and all the while he’s drawing you closer and closer to the edge of an abyss you can’t wait to jump into.

Tentatively, you reach down, fingers grasping a section of his hair and he moans in approval. “You can pull a bit if you want darling, it just gets me going harder,” he mumbles against your flesh. You do as he says, tugging the strands. He groans again, his deep baritone vibrating up from the apex of your thighs to the center of your stomach.

Heat is building faster and faster, sweat pouring from both your brows but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause except to take quick breaths before he’s back at it, flicking your clit, tonguing your opening and sucking your flesh until you’re sure you will pass out from hyperventilating.

“Koutarou,” you sigh, hand flying to your mouth when you realize what you’ve said.

He can’t help laughing. “I’m buried how far into your cunt and you’re worried about calling me by my first name?” He sucks again and you almost fall over. “Do it again and I’ll let you come princess.”

“Oh god…Koutarou.”

“Such a good little girl,” he praises, then latches onto your clit, the tip of his tongue pressing hard and working in circles.

“Ah…ah….ah! Koutarou!” you shout, orgasm shooting through you like fire in your veins.

You collapse onto your back on the table as Bokuto gets up from his position. Strong, steady arms lift you easily, depositing you on his bed before he shucks his shirt and pants in one go. He all but tears off your shirt, left on in his haste to get to eating you. Once your bra is gone, he lays on top of you, the feel of his harden dick pressing against your thigh sending a new wave of want through your body.

“I hope you’ve got some stamina left, baby girl, because I’m gonna fuck you till dawn.”

I know it’s already posted but I needed to add my two cents here okay

FUCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEE UUUUUUPPPPPP

~Admin Kay

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Asahi Hair Head Canons

haiykuties:

To quench your thirst. These came out less NSFW (but I tagged it that way anyway just in case) and more sensual but I hope everyone enjoys them nonetheless, especially since I threw them together in the span of about ten minutes. 

  • Settle down on the couch with him in front of you to watch a movie. Innocent enough to get him in close proximity (though he’s eager to be close regardless of his nerves). Start slow by pulling out his man bun and have the foresight to keep a brush that is strictly for him at your house and use it to get out any knots. He.will.melt.
  • Once his locks are clear of any possible tangles, use your fingers to gently card through the strands, sometimes playing with them by twisting lengths with your finger before pulling it out to let it fall back natural. Just those gentle tugs will probably get his blood flowing a bit faster but you’re nowhere near done yet.
  • Take it one step further and go from light pulls of his hair through your fingers to gently scratching his scalp with every pass. No doubt you’ll feel him shiver and see goosebumps pop up all over his arms. Don’t be surprised if he’s taking a few more deep breaths that usual.
  • Move on from playing with the strands to massaging his scalp using finger nails and gentle pressure. This will pull a low groan from his throat that he tries desperately to keep back but fails. At this point his eyes are closed and head is down giving you better access to reach all of his head.
  • Gather his hair into a pony tail, making sure to get every last strand which will make you do little tugs here and there which he loves, before pulling hard enough to draw his body backwards while simultaneously skirting around to straddle his lap.
  • His throat is most likely exposed due to the unexpected power of your movements, so latch on and suck. His big hands, if they aren’t already, will be grasping your hips in a nano second and his half hard dick will rise to the occasion.
  • “I think you like me dom, Asahi-san,” you say playfully nipping his ear.
  • That’s all it takes for him to roll on top of you, heedless of being on the ground, to latch his mouth to yours. Let go of the grasp on his hair to be enveloped in a cascade of soft, male locks that smell like the ocean and love while he ravishes you.

I have much love for Karasuno’s ace, he was pretty much my first Haikyuu crush! – Admin Jade

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