#//aaah the only sane ones my beloveds

[lcs-scar]

Mandi & also her bf

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Clotted Cream Cookie X Dom Male Reader NSFW Oneshot? (Clotted Cream loves getting hickeys—)

HELL YES MY GOOD ANON!

A Sweet Stress Relief: Clotted Cream Cookie x Dom! Male Reader

Warnings:

Hickies, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talking, Missionary Postion.

Note: Thank you for this request Anon sorry if it took so long because writers block and are recovering from being sick! Hope you enjoy it~! Readers Pronouns Are They / Them but they are a male reader. Also please forgive me if it's not good, I haven't written an x Reader story since Resident Evil Village was announced!

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Clotted Cream was listening to the elders about tomorrow's plans, it's just been a long boring day. He just wanted to go back to his room and rest up for tomorrow and get it over with, soon when Oyster Cookie finished up she dismissed everyone. Finally, Clotted Cream closed his notebook and got out of his chair and grabbed his notebook and left the meeting room and headed back to his room. As he opened the door, he went on his bed and flopped down on it, he couldn’t believe that meeting was that long, fucking Oyster Cookie and her annoying old ass cant stop talking for five goddamn minuets. Once he heard his bedroom door open, he laid back up and smiled softly, you are the only reason keeping him happy and sane at the same time, soon you placed the plate of sweets on the small table and walked to the bed and snuggled close to your beloved.

“Hard day today?” Y/N Asked softly.

“Yes, I need a stress reliever. Can you help me out?” Clotted Cream asked in a soft tone. 

“Anything for you beloved.”

Y/N got on top of Clotted Cream and smirk, they loved looking at Clotted Cream underneath them. Everyone thought Clotted Cream would be the dominant one in the relationship but it was switched around. Y/N started to remove Clotted Cream’s coat and smiled, they saw the hickies on his neck, they knew they had to mark up his body. Unbuttoning his shirt, Y/N removed it and threw it on the floor and leaned down to his chest and kissed and sucked on it. Clotted Cream groans in pleasure as he enjoys marking up his body, oh boy how is he going to explain to the others tomorrow especially when goes to the Vanilla Kingdom, well he knows how to lie very easily, all thanks to you.

Y/N stopped and noticed the hickey on his chest which made them smirk more. They leaned down to Clotted Cream’s tummy and did the same thing. A soft moan escaped from Clotted Cream’s lips which turned you on more. Once you stopped and saw the hickey, a soft purr escaped from your throat. As you removed your top, Clotted Cream blushed red as he looked away shyly, but you made him face your face. Your [Eye Colors] sparkled in Clotted Cream’s eyes and nodded for you to continue.

Soon, Y/N unbuckled his pants and removed them from his pants. Once you felt confident, you started to unbutton and unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. You still blush at the size of his length, but who wouldn’t? Y/N grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser and squirt a good amount on their fingers and teased his hole, soon enough Y/N stuck a finger in his ass and thrust his finger at a slow and teasing pace.

“Nggh, Y/N stop teasing me.” Clotted Cream said as he was panting.

“I’m sorry who’s incharge right now, my dirty slut.” Y/N replied as they continued the pace.

“Y-you are. Aaah fuck. Y/N please.” 

“Please what? You want my cock to fuck your ass. I need to hear it slut. Beg for me, beg you little slut.” Y/N said in a demanding voice. 

There was one thing that Clotted Cream hated, and it was begging. And for sure you love it when he begs.

“Please Y/N, I need you to fuck me. I been a good boy please fuck me please please please.” Clotted Cream begged as he looked away nervously.

“Aww see that wasn’t hard was it. But I did keep a promise~” 

Y/N soon removed their pants and boxers along with the lube. They squirted another good amount of the lube on their hand and stroked their length. As Y/N looked at Clotted Cream's eyes, Clotted Cream nodded nervously as he wrapped his hands around your neck. You took a deep breath and pushed your length into his ass causing him to tear up and bite your shoulder very hard making it bleed. You always gave him enough time to adjust to your size even you guys had sex like a couple of times, it still hurts Clotted Cream no matter what. Soon Clotted Cream removed his mouth from Y/N shoulder, he noticed the bite mark and the blood was coming from it.

Y/N leaned down to kiss Clotted Cream’s neck trying to get him to relax. Soon enough, Clotted Cream told them that he was ready, removing your lips from his neck, you grabbed his hips and thrust at a slow pace causing soft moans from your beloved, it was cute to see him bite his fingers every time you moved in and out of him. Y/N thrust a little faster causing Clotted Cream to moan a little louder, there was that cute moan you're looking for.

“Aaah, Nggh. Y/N I’m close..” Clotted Cream said as he bitten his fingers again.

“Already? Alright then. You have permission then~” Y/N said in his ear.

And with that, Clotted Cream released his seed on his tummy while your thrusts were getting sloppier with each thrust. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh fuck Y/N more pleasssse~”

“Heh anything for you my whore~” Y/N replied with a smirk.

Y/N thrusts were getting more sloppy and sloppier and with that, they released their seed into Clotted Cream ass. Pulling out, Y/N stumbled a little and grabbed a rag and wiped their sweaty face and cleaned up Clotted Cream and laid next to him.

“Soooo. Did that help?” Y/N asked as they looked at his beloved.

With no answer, they seen that their beloved was sleeping on his side. It made you smile a lot, you gotten up and got dressed and went to get the sweets that you gotten and placed it by Clotted Cream’s dresser and kissed his forehead.

“Love you dear, rest up. You're going to need it.” 

[kaclan]

KICKS IN UR DOOR BUNI PLEASE WRITE "i want it to hurt" with HOUND PLEASE

Asdfghjkl!! I hope you like it Shorty! Thank you so much for requesting this!! 

Warning: NSFT/18+ , Unprotected sex, AMAB Bloodhound, gender nuetral reader.

You decide to like my content, please consider a reblog! Thank you so much!

You groaned as Bloodhound nipped at your neck, their breath hot against your pulse. You were pinned to the bed by their form, legs spread wide with Bloodhound seated perfectly between them. Their hands trailed down your naked form, finger tips mapping out every inch of you. Making sure to give extra attention to any scars they pass over. You wrapped your arms around their neck, drawing their attention back to your face. 

You kissed them eagerly. They laughed, slipping their tongue past their lips to lick your bottom lip. You open up to them immediately. Your tongues collide in an explosion of passion. Bloodhound lifts a hand to the back of your neck. Rubbing comforting circles with their thumb against your cheek.

Their other hand moved to your leg, pinning your thigh to their hip. You felt a cool liquid begin to pool at your lower belly. You sneaked a peek, watching the last bits of precum fall from their pretty pink tip down to your skin. Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, a surge of arousal shot straight into your core. 

“Do you see, Elskan” Comes Bloodhound's shaky voice, “Do you see what you do to me? Do you see how..hh- painfully hard you make me, beloved.” 

They dive their face into your neck, just behind your left ear. Taking in a long inhale of your scent. “You are so beautiful, Ástvinur. So beautiful and open for me.”

You whined, your hips bucking in hopes of finding friction, but to no avail. Bloodhound had predicted your move and swayed their hips away just out of reach. They laughed at you as they watched a pout form across your lips. 

Before you could verbally object, your lips collided once more. Bloodhound invading your mouth passionately with their tongue. They could feel how desperate you have become. How much you needed their cock just by how you fought against the hand pinning your hips to the bed. 

Bloodhound parted from you, taking their cock in hand and moving the tip painfully slow around your entrance. 

“God fuck- Hound…” You whined, hops bucking once again. 

“Beg for it, darling. I want to hear you say it.”

You bit your lip at the feeling of your walls clenched on nothing. When you didn’t reply fast enough Bloodhound pushed the tip of their cock to your entrance, but making such not to enter you. You yelled out in frustration, arms grabbing at the pillow behind you. 

“I’ll make you feel so good Elskan, I promise, but you must ask me first. Come on, my love. You can do it. Ask me.” They buck their hips into you again and you snapped. 

“God!- Please fuck me, Hound! Please fuck me! Ooh please pleasepleasepl-ease!”

“As you command, Elskan mín.” 

Bloodhound eases their hardened member into you slowly. Make sure to give you time for your body to accommodate their size before pushing in deeper. 

Bloodhound took a deep breath through their nose. They moaned as they seat the rest of their cock inside of you. Your walls twitch around them. “You feel so good, Elskan.” Their breath was shaky as they kissed you, starting to move their hips slowly. “So warm and tight for me.” 

The pace was tantalizingly sweet. Their entire length moves in and out of you, hitting your center repeatedly, pushing every last inch of themselves inside of you, before pulling out completely. Repeating the process over. Bloodhound groaned into your ear, enjoying the feeling of filling you up.

Bloodhound has always been good at making love to you. Always calculating just the right amount of pleasure to just tip you over the edge. 

For weeks now you have been feeling like there was something missing in the bedroom. Like they had been holding back. You loved Bloodhound and you loved how tender and gentle they can be with you. But you didn’t want that tonight. 

You wanted them to fuck you. 

“Hound! God-“ You grabbed a hold of their face between your hands. They froze, staring into your eyes, their confusion was very prominent on their features. They started to worry that they had hurt you or something. 

“My love?” Their voice was so soft to your ears. Their hand moves from your leg and rests just below your ribs. They rubbed the skin there with their thumb. 

“Is everything alrigh-?”

“Yes yes! Everything is fine just- god Hound, harder! please-  Just...fuck my brains out! Please! I know you are afraid you are gonna hurt but I know you won’t! I trust you, Blòth. Please! Stop holding back and. Fuck. Me!” Your cheeks burned from your sudden outburst. You didn’t know exactly what came over you but you didn’t care. Bloodhound needed to hear this. They needed to know that it was okay to be rough with you.

Bloodhound didn’t say a word. Staring deep into your eyes. Processing your words carefully within their mind. They leaned forwards, lips barely an inch from yours. They didn’t break their gaze as they pushed a few strands of hair from your face, their hand coming down to hold you cheek lovingly. . 

“Are you sure, beloved. I don't wish to harm you.” 

“Yes! Yes. Please...I wan- Fuck! I want it to hurt, Hound. I like the pain. I love it when you bite my neck! My thighs! It hurts sooo good, Hound…please! You won’t break me, I promise!” 

Something snapped inside Bloodhound. You could see it in their eyes. A slightest red hue burned around their pupils. They said something in their native tongue, rough and firm, and it made you quake. A growl from deep within their chest and you melted. Your walls flexing tightly around Bloodhound’s stiff member and your hips snapped forward. 

“Elskan.” They warned, nails digging into your thigh. You yelped. The pain settled easily into pleasure. The idea of having a mark there later for you to admire in the mirror had you moaning, long and full of lust, right into Bloodhound's ear. 

Bloodhound hummed, pulling themself free from you. They lined themselves up at your entrance once again. They kissed you hungerly, biting at your bottom lip with their sharp metal canines. They pressed their forehead into yours. Their breath shook, eyes darting across your face, looking for something. 

“Last chance, Elskan. Tell me to stop. And we will continue from where we left off.” You smiled, appreciating Bloodhound concern for your comfortability. But there was another reason. A small twitch in the eye. The fingers clutching onto you like you were the only thing keeping them sane. That your words were holding them back from snapping at any moment. That once they let go they wouldn’t be able to control themselves.

“Yes! God yes! Please Bòth! Please..”

Those words were all it took. Without warning Bloodhounds hips snapped into yours, shoving their whole cock deep inside you. They continued to do this, pulling their hips back and slamming into your wet heat, building a brutal pace. They changed the angle, lifting up your lower back making it easier for them to hit that spot they knew drove you wild. You screamed as the pace continued without any signs of slowing down. Your walls stretched painfully good around them. Adapting quickly to their constant attacks to your entrance. 

“Aaah- mmm fuck yes, Hound. Right there! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” 

Bloodhound always loved how vocal you were in bed. Your pretty little sounds were music to their ears. Bloodhound left bite marks across your neck in response. Sucking hard on the flesh before pulling back to view their work. They were going to bruise. Good. Bloodhound was going to enjoy watching you scramble to find clothing that would cover these up in the morning. 

Your first orgasm snuck up on you, hitting harder than you had expected. You screamed out in pure ecstasy, your voice filling the whole room. Neighbors definitely heard you. Oh but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your whole body was convulsing, your inner walls grabbing tightly onto Bloodhound dick. Bloodhound fucked you through it. Keeping up the same pace as you rode out your orgasm. Their own not that far behind them. 

Bloodhound was unforgiving. The over stimulation was driving you insane. Your next orgasm is already building up and you barely had time to catch your breath from the last one. 

“Is this what you want, Elskan?” Bloodhound growled above you. “For me to fuck you till you can’t even remember your own name?” 

“Yes, yes fuck, yes!” You chanted and Bloodhound smirked. Appreciating the view below them. You were a damn mess. Hair damp, sticking to your face. Your chest shimmering in the evening light. 

“You take my cock so well, sweet thing. Look at you. So perfect like this. Looking like a complete wreck.” They bite down on your neck, hard. Their canines piercing your skin. Small trickles of blood were quickly cleaned up by Bloodhound’s tongue. “Do you know what it does to me when I see this? To know that I was the one to bring you such pleasure.” 

Bloodhounds cock twitched at their own words. They know you felt it and laughed. “My point exactly.” 

They grabbed a hold of your legs, never once slowly down their hips, and wrapped them around their waist, pulling you closer against them. Bloodhound loomed over you once more. Their hands on either side of you head on the mattress, holding their body over you. Their hair hung around you, a sort of barrier between you two and the outside world. All you saw was them. Their perfect face only a few feet from you. You want them to kiss you but they didn’t give you the opportunity to. 

You didn’t think it was possible but Bloodhound picked up the pace once again. Your head lolled back as they brutally slammed their cock into your sweet spot over and over again. 

“Touch yourself, Ástvinur.” They commanded and you obeyed immediately. Using your hand to pleasure yourself even more. You attempted to match Bloodhounds pace. Moving in sync with their thrusts. Watching intensely as they cock disappear inside you.

You were so close. Your orgasm builds up just before the breaking point. Your toes curled and your legs shook. Fireworks ready bursting from the back of your eyes. 

“Oh- oh god...Hhaooummmnng!”

“Cum for me Elskan! Cum for me, I love you so much Elskan. Please, cum for me!” 

With that your second orgasm came over you like a tidal wave. You let out a silent scream, your whole body shaking in Bloodhound’s arms. Bloodhound followed soon after. Thrusting into once more, planting their cock deep into you with a groan. Their seed fills you up, a satisfying hum escaping from your throat. You watched as they slowly pulled out of you. Their cock, now flaccid, had a small string of cum still connecting the both of you together. You cursed under your breath. Your legs twitched as semen dripped from your opening and onto the sheets. 

You laughed. “Not broken.”

Hound shook their head with a snort. “So it would seem.” 

Bloodhound’s arms were shaking, barely supporting themselves anymore. Once they found themselves more stable they moved to the side of the bed. Grabbed the rag that had been soaking in a cool bowl of water and rang it out. They proceeded to clean you up. Rubbing down from your neck to your thighs. Asking you if they missed any spots or if you still felt sticky. 

You shook your head, feeling sleep slowly start to take you. Bloodhound finished cleaning themself before returning to your side. Laying half of their body on top of yours, their nose deep into the hair near the back of your neck. Your fingertips ran aimlessly across their back, once and a while you would trail up their spine to their hairline. Messaging the scalps for a few moments then returning back to your previous task. 

Bloodhound’s voiced something but it was too muffled for you to understand. Your head tilted in their direction. “What?” 

They mumbled again but you still couldn’t hear any words. Ones you understood anyway. You giggled, moving to uncover their face from your neck, much to their dislike. “One more time please.” 

“Pykja vænt um, Elskan.” 

Your heart swelled at the phrase. You kissed their forehead, smiling brightly as they tucked themselves back into your neck. “I love you too.” *edited: fixed a the accidental change in pronoun. Thank you to that anon for catching it <3*

[modernart2012]

Courtship for Owls by Owls of Owls As Encouraged by More Senior Owls

(cross posted on my ao3, here )

for @abrandnewheart

“Eh, senpai?” One of the precious first-years paused Konoha as he walked past. “Can I ask a question?”      

Konoha stopped, and examined the first year for a minute. Just to see him squirm. After a long moment, he answered, “Sure.”      

“Okay, um, senpai. Why is Bokuto-senpai so-?” The first-year looked conflicted, then finished, “So owly?" “Aaaaa. To answer that question, we must first tell you the tale of how Bokuto won the heart of our beloved Akaashi.”      

“Eeeh?! What does that have to do with-?”      

Komi loomed from behind Konoha. “Everything, precious first year. Everything.”   

1.(“It was the beginning of second year, and Akaashi and the other first years had just joined the club.”)           “Bokuto-kun, if you finish sorting your permission slips we can be done sooner.” Shimafuku Hikari smiled at the team’s new vice captain. (“Oh, her? The previous club manager. She could put Karasuno’s Kiyoko-hime to shame. Wait, what do you mean she’s not called - hime?”)           Bokuto instead thunked his head harder against the wood floors of the gym. “How can anyone be that pretty? And nice! No one should be that pretty and nice.”    

    Shimafuku smiled indulgently as she sorted Bokuto’s forms. “Aaaah, someone has a crush!”    

    The captain, Washimimi Kyoshu  - (“yes, his name was Eagle Owl Owl Lord, that’s not important!”) raised his head from the piles he was sorting. “Aaah. It’s spring, the first blossoms bloom. Soon the young owlet will begin his first flight.” (“Oh, you thought Bokuto was owly? Washimimi was WORSE.”) He neatly stacked the forms he had sorted, then proceeded to pronounce with all the gravity of an Owl Lord (“We’ll get to that in a minute, be patient!”), “You must first begin the courtship process by expressing interest in forming a lifelong mate bond via a highly specialized and vocal mating call. Like this: ‘hooo! hooo!’”    

    Shimafuku, blessedly sanely, “Instead of that, maybe just talk to him?”

        Bokuto sits up and responds like a good kouhai, even though he very much did not understand, “Yes!”      

At practice the next day, Bokuto did the complete opposite of what Shimafuku and Captain Owl Lord said and instead stuttered out, “Hey- hey- hey, Akaashi.”      

Akaashi, cool as a cucumber answers Bokuto, “Yes, Bokuto-san?”      

“N-n-nothing Akaashi-kun! Just, uh, testing out a new catchphrase?”      

“It sounds very nice Bokuto-san. Oh- I think Washimimi-san is calling you?”      

(“So wait- that’s how?”         “Yes, young owl. That is the first time Bokuto failed to impress and woo Akaashi. It was glorious to watch.”)   

   2. (“The second time, the second time was in the middle of summer, right before Golden Week. Bokuto had been badly nursing his crush but only had a catchphrase to show for his efforts. He returned to share his romantic woes with senpai.”)           “-and just the way he sets? It’s perfect? Somehow? And he looks so good while doing it?” Bokuto laid out across the floor, staring at the clubroom ceiling, bemoaning his existence. “How is this fair senpai? I’m too young to die of heart failure!”          

Washimimi glanced down at him startled, “Did the mating call not work? I was so sure you had it then, he was very receptive. Maybe I had the wrong base action?” He fell into deep thought.          

Shimafuku carelessly patted Bokuto’s head. (“He didn’t have the hair. Yet.”), still taking perfect inventory of the supplies they had ordered (“My memory of Shimafuku-senpai is not faulty! Shimafuku-senpai was perfect!”), “Start by being friends? No one crushes on a stranger afterall.”    

    If she had been going to say anything else, they would never know, for Washimimi declared, “PREENING. You must preen your beautiful feathers and offer to preen your prospective mate’s! If you are allowed to do so, you have clear indication that you are perceived as a good mate! Get your fingers up on his person, and stroke. It actively promotes a healthy and loving relationship!”             “Eh. Eh?!” Bokuto shrieked, “Sk-skin-skinship?!” (“Yes, he shrieked. Our captain is a very pure-hearted soul. The purest.”) His poor brain was overloaded, which is why he offered no complaint when Captain Owl Lord pulled out his hair gel and set to work on Bokuto’s hair.          

Which is why when he stumbled into morning practice, his hair caused several eyes to widen, and Yami-jiji to sigh.  

      “Hey-hey-hey! Good morning Akaashi!” Bokuto triumphantly declared.          

What he was met with was a distinctly mirthful crinkle to Akaashi’s mouth, and an almost-maybe delighted, “Good morning, Bokuto. I see what you’ve done with your hair.”

         “Eh?”          

“Horns for a horned owl. It looks good.”        

  “Ah. Uh, thanks! I’m thinking of keeping it.” Bokuto promptly was useless for the rest of the day.      

(“Did he not check what happened?”         “No time, Washimimi-senapi was strict about start times. And afterwards, Bokuto was ... stuck.”         “Can you remember his face when he saw it? After practice?”         “Look, I have a picture!”)

3.(“Third time around we start the betting pool. See, Inter High is coming up, and it’s blaringly obvious to anyone with eyes that Bokuto is gone on Akaashi. He’s gotten past stumbling over his words, and can actually hold conversations by this point, but had gotten himself stuck. This was about the time that our previous setter, Aobazuku-senpai, broke his wrist falling from his bike, so Akaashi-san was moved up to our regular setter. And that meant hours of practice to learn and perfect sets and plays.  Plus hours of practice of just Akaashi and Bokuto.”)    

    “Young owl, your knee pads are completely worn out.”        

“Ah, yeah, I keep meaning to replace them, Washimimi-senpai. I’ll make sure to - “ Bokuto was forcibly stopped by a pair of kneepads thrust into his face.

        “I have a spare set on me.” Then he leaned in to whisper, “Show off your strong legs, demonstrate your ability to dig a strong burrow, young owl, and woo your chosen one!”         

“Eh, ah, senpai- what- uh,” Bokuto sputtered, holding the black pads, only to be again interrupted by Shimafuku telling him he would be late to practice.      

Later, after the in-team practice game, after Washimimi’s team had won and he was busy screaming at anyone and everyone(“He had this habit of screaming, “I AM OWL LORD, LORD OF THE OWLS!” whenever he won a point, which is why he was called ‘Owl Lord’. He had a cape and everything.”), Akaashi paused on his way out of the club room to tell Bokuto, “The new knee pads suit you.”      

(“He was so overcome, he had to lie down for a good 15 minutes before Shimafuku-senpai was able to talk him around to having feelings at home so she could lock up.”         “Bokuto-senpai had it bad.”         “It got worse.”)   

   4.(“Inter High passed and the betting pool was growing. This is important, because the total pool was something like 100 thousand yen - the whole school had gotten in on it, practically. And then the Spring Tournament was coming.”)           “In order to prepare for the Spring, we need to up the individual training schedules.” Shimafuku relayed from the coaches. “The regular club members will be keeping up with the normal practices, but in order to maximize the practice time we get, we’ll have to task players to do some individual training.”        Bokuto brightened, “More one-on-one practices with Akaashi?”          

Washimimi resettled his cape, “Bokuto, young owl, you have made great strides in the wooing of your chosen mate. It is time to take it to the next level.” He selected a prepared sheet from his stack, “Your new training schedule, 1000 pushups and crunches a day, plus 100 spikes a day. And a 5km run. This should be about the distance from school to your house.”          

“Washimimi-senpai, this might be too much? I still have exams and-”          

“Nonsense! You must show off your pure white chest and arms to demonstrate your worth as a mate!”          

“Look, it’s not like I’m getting anywhere with my crush, s-”          

“Akaashi-kun also needs to work on his abilities as a setter. That means early morning settling practice for him. As his future ace, and as vice captain, you will have to participate.”  Washimimi, the Owliest of Owl Lords, lowered his unflinching gaze to meet Bokuto’s. “I expect this shall not be a problem.” (“Yes he was actively meddling, what do you expect? He had until Valentine’s Day for a confession and it was January!”)

        Exactly one week after the new training schedule was implemented, (“And, yes, after 4 walks home and 1, you heard me, 1!- sleepover on Akaashi’s part at Bokuto’s house. What- yes this is important! I’m explaining the significance! Komi, quit poking me! I am telling this right!”), at the next practice game, Akaashi remarked, “Bokuto-san, your spikes are getting more powerful.” Then he smiled.          

Poor Bokuto was struck dumb. Metaphorically and literally, as he got nailed in the head by a ball and received a concussion.  

      (“In all fairness, so was everyone else. Except sans concussion.”            Komi nodded sagaciously, “I don’t think Bokuto minded though, cause Akaashi walked him home and stayed when he found out Bokuto’s parents weren’t home to keep an eye on him.”)   

   5.(“Then came the dreaded day - Valentine’s. All the senpai had bet on Valentine’s Day. All of them. The total pot had grown to 200 thousand yen; they were having strategy meetings and coaching sessions in between cram school and entrance exams. I think at one point there was a flash mob involved, but Bokuto couldn’t memorize the steps to the dance? Even Washimimi-senpai was getting antsy, he kept trying to sit in the rafters, but that might have been just him running from the future - he did that a lot, it was concerning, ow! - what do you mean, I’m perfectly on track! I’m saying exactly what I mean to - fine. Any ways, Washimimi-senpai got overt.”)

          Washimimi stops him before he gets to enter the club room the weekend before Valentine’s Day. “After school, young owl, we are going to my house to make chocolate. Presenting food to your potential mate is the ultimate courting behavior, showing you can provide for your future young!”    

Shimafuku, for once concurred. “Honmei-choco is romantic. You just have to confess too!”

Bokuto shuffled anxiously. “What if Akaashi doesn’t feel the same way? Getting rejected would suck, plus we’d still have to play together for a year and- erk.”

Washimimi slightly loosened his grip on Bokuto’s shoulder. “Young owl, we are going to make chocolate. You will give this chocolate to Akaashi-kun. Then you will be very happy, forever.”

“Senpai, that’s not how it works in humans and-”    

“Hush, owl child. If you cannot accomplish this much, how am I supposed to entrust Fukurodani to you?”  

Bokuto’s eyes went large (“Wait, no one’s explained -? Okay, so Fukurodani captainship works like this: As a second year, the team decides who would be best as vice captain. Yami-jiji gets last approval. The vice captain is then captain the next year, with some experience, unless the captain and Yami-jiji don’t think he’s suitable anymore. Got it? Good. Now where was I?”)

The thing Bokuto didn’t get around to saying to Washimimi and Shimafuku, but that was terribly important was this: Bokuto was terrible at cooking. Anything really. According to Washimimi, he had managed to nearly burn down the kitchen just melting chocolate. No one wanted to clarify if he was traumatized or impressed by the feat.      

It didn't matter, because three days before Valentine’s Day, he was still scrambling to finish the traditional honmei choco for the team, and Bokuto was still out confession chocolate.      

Even Shimafuku was perplexed, “Maybe, instead of cooking, treat him to dinner?” This kicked off a deep and philosophical discussion with Shirofuku-san about what counts as romantic for a confession, that, to this very day, still has no resolution.      

Spectacularly, while listening to Shimafuku and Shirofuku argue about this at lunch, Akaashi passed by. “Oh, hey, Akaashi! Do you want my other yakisoba pan? I bought an extra, but I don’t want it.” Bokuto grinned, then darted out the classroom door to pass over the unopened noodle bread.      

“Thank you Bokuto-san.” Akaashi glanced at the bread, then at Bokuto. “Ah, you have some - here let me get it?” Without further preamble, he swiped away the bread crumb on Bokuto’s chin, then swiftly left to catch up to his classmate. 

Bokuto remained frozen for a moment, brilliantly red and certain he was going to die, before swiftly turning around. So swiftly he ran straight into the door post. He had to be sent to the nurses to check for another concussion, but it was worth it.      

(“This, children, is why we don’t let Bokuto into the hall without supervision anymore. The end.”         “Konoha-senpai, that... that doesn’t explain why Bokuto-san is so owly? Or how him and Akaashi-senpai got together?”         “Wait, is that this story? Huh. Must have gotten sidetracked.”)

      +1.  (“So then Valentine’s Day, after we’ve all gotten traditional honmei-choco and appropriately weeped at the adorable owl designs - Washimimi only ate owl designed foods, you know? He had a aesthetic and stuck to it. Made these really delicious almond cookies in the shape of different owls and got really fancy with the icing and put in almond sliver feathers? Too good. Wait, oh yeah, Valentine’s.”)      

Bokuto finds the letter after afternoon practice lets out. It’s decorated with a tiny horned owl clutching a heart and even given the amount of catcalls and whooping behind him, he can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach. A confession?      

It’s not signed, but merely a time and location, which turns the hooting to confused discussion about if this wasn’t Bokuto being called out for a fight and someone mixing up the envelope and the note inside. Amidst the confusion, he ducked out and rounded the corner of the gym.   There was - (“Whoa, Konoha, Yama-jiji is giving us the stink eye. We gotta go!”         “Oh shit. Okay, kiddies, we’re putting a pause here, blah blah blah, Akaashi and Bokuto get together happily ever after. The end. Shit shit shit-“)         There was Akaashi, fiddling with his fingers, as he did whenever he was nervous. Bokuto’s heart clenched, but he managed to get out (in something approximating his usual voice), “Akaashi! Hey-hey-hey! What are you doing out here?”

  “Bokuto-san. I’m waiting for you.”

        “Eh. What?!” He was taken aback; Akaashi-? Then-?    

  “Bokuto-san. I’ll be direct. Will you go out with me?”         “Akaashi- I- ah, this isn’t how I imagined it going?”  If he had never been flustered before, he certainly was now.

“That’s not a no, Bokuto-san,” chided Akaashi, his eyes glinting in the sunset.          “Ah, eh- it’s not a no. It’s- it’s a yes? Uh, even though you asked, can I take you out for dinner? Tonight?” Bokuto’s palms were sweaty. He wasn’t sure he was going to survive this.             “I’d love that.” A larger hand twined with his, just as rough from hours of practice and Bokuto was sure that there would be few and far between moments in his life to best the way his heart soared as he followed Akaashi into the twilight.   

   -Omake: “Konoha-senpai, you never did finish why Bokuto-san is so....”      

“Oh, really. Well, all the owl stuff got him the, and I quote, ‘prettiest setter ever’, so he’s not giving it up ever.”      

“Really.”      

“Really.”      

“You couldn’t have just led with that?!”