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desertleviathan · 4 days

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Today, June 5th 2024, is the 20th anniversary of the death of Ronald Reagan.

Which seems to me an optimal time to mourn the dissolution of the GURPS Fantasy Presidential Knife-Fighting League some time before the Gipper became eligible to participate.

What, you may ask, was the GURPS Fantasy Presidential Knife-Fighting League?

Before I go on, let me make clear the spirit of this post; Fuck every last US President, living or dead, they're all mass-murdering pieces of shit. Even Jimmy Carter. Even Abe Lincoln. Part of what made the League fun was how cathartic it was to imagine these men trapped in a custom-tailored Hell, damned to spend eternity puncturing each other for the amusement of merciless gods.

ORIGIN OF THE LEAGUE

Back when I was in high school I got into GURPS (the Generic Universal Role-Playing System by Steve Jackson Games) in a big way through a friend in my school's TTRPG club. Running GURPS is a lot of work for a novice GM, so I found my way to various online enthusiast communities, some of which were more helpful than others. You know how TTRPG communities are, and they're so much friendlier now than they were in the mid 90s. There was one community I found where the moderators had a much more solid grasp of how to maintain a positive community vibe, so I concentrated my time there even though they were more interested in the Historical Fiction/Tactical Wargame style of play compared to the Fantasy Adventure style I preferred.

This community had a pretty lively sub-forum dedicated to figuring out best guesses for historically accurate setting details. You wanted to know what skills would likely be known by a phalanx of Athenian Hoplites? You wanted good guidelines for the equipment carried by Prussian Mercenaries hired by the American Revolutionary War (either side)? You wanted a list of just what type and quality of alchemical laboratory materials John Dee would have had access to when he was Court Magician for Queen Elizabeth I? These forum folk loved nothing more than digging up answers (back when that involved physically going to the library a lot more often). They knew where to find the info, and more importantly when they posted it they would thoroughly list their citations, which was a tremendous part of what kept that place from devolving into standard TTRPG forum bickering. If someone came along with a better source, the standard of what actually constituted a "better" source was well enough agreed on that everyone was able to play nice together even when they were directly contradicting what someone had offered earlier. We were all too excited to learn new things to get bitter about having our own expertise challenged.

It was honestly a paradise the likes of which the Internet will probably never see again.

So anyway, in that subforum there was a very active thread about making stats for actual Historical Figures who your player characters might Forrest Gump their way into encountering. And at one point, I and a handful of other regulars decided to just preemptively fill in a roster of individuals who would probably all get requested eventually anyway - former presidents of the United States of America. In assembling our research, priority was given first to disclosed medical data, followed by military service records or job history in similarly demanding fields, followed by things like peer anecdotes about physical fitness and temperament.

We quickly figured out a couple things. Firstly, that George Washington and Abraham Lincoln had both been so heavily mythologized that it was next to impossible to agree on what constituted a credible source, and any character sheet we compiled for either of them was going to have too many footnotes to actually feel authoritative, so we just wouldn't bother. Secondly, a lot of these guys had pretty decent Combat Stats. Like... none of them were any kind of one-man army. Well, few of them were. I can probably guess which two you're thinking about, and we'll get to them specifically in a minute. But quite a few of them could demonstrably handle themselves in a brawl, according to sources we considered trustworthy. And quite a few more of them were invested in projecting the appearance of being able to handle themselves in a brawl.

So the idea of the league evolved from there. I forget who suggested a battle royale, but I definitely proposed Knife Fighting as the medium for the conflict.

GENERAL RULES

1.) Each combatant was issued one knife with ordinary GURPS combat knife statistics.

2.) If a combatant had served two consecutive terms, they were issued a second identical knife.

3.) Battles concluded when one opponent was slain, had surrendered, or was rendered incapable of fighting further in the opinion of the referee (the GM).

4.) Players were assigned Presidents at random, but honestly individual player skill didn't really come into it since everyone could solicit advice from the whole forum before taking each turn. Usually we had enough players that no one was controlling more than 2 Presidents. If a player controlling multiple characters found two of them facing each other, one of them would be chosen at random and reassigned to another player (with the exception of the special rule for Grover Cleveland below). Whoever was in control of a character when they won a match would continue to control them afterwards.

5.) Each combatant was informed before entering the Arena that if a victor failed to emerge within 24 hours, Space Aliens would vaporize the whole planet Earth.

6.) In all following tournaments, the memories of all combatants were erased of previous battles so they would not find their willingness to kill or die influenced unduly by the knowledge that their tormentors were capable of resurrecting them on a whim.

7.) A contestant's in game statistics were to be generated based on the best health they showed while in office. Good news for William Henry Harrison, whose fatal pneumonia didn't settle in until shortly after his ill-advised coatless winter inauguration speech. Overall the later a President's tenure of office, the more conclusive data there was about them. Bad news for John F. Kennedy, whose carefully cultivated public image of youthful vigor was in stark contrast with the medical history that's been declassified since his assassination.

8.) Running "out of bounds" in an arena was permissible, but trying to leave the venue entirely, by moving off the boundaries of the map we had prepared, would result in disqualification.

9.) In any venue with appropriate seating, civilian spectators were present to full capacity. While it was considered unsportsmanlike, the rules did not specifically forbid a combatant from taking hostages to try to force a surrender from their opponent.

10.) Each match would take place in one of the following locations, randomly chosen by rolling 1d6. * A featureless and borderless gray geometric plane, with lighting, gravity, temperature, atmosphere, friction, and other physical properties sufficient only to ensure no bonuses or penalties to combat mechanics. * The Roman Colosseum. 50% chance between a fully restored version, or a modern ruins version. * Denver's Mile High Stadium, which I had detailed maps of because one of my Shadowrun characters had once been hired to excavate the remains of a demon buried under the 50 yard line. * The Oval Office, with furnishings based on its appearance on The West Wing TV series. * The Boxing Ring at Madison Square Garden. * Air Force One, in a holding pattern over Dulles International Airport.

11.) A President was only eligible for participation if they had been dead for more than 10 years. The forum held it as an unofficial polite guideline that it felt a bit ghoulish to generate game stats for anyone who hadn't been dead for at least 10 years, but the mods had the foresight to warn us very specifically that this was going to be a hard rule for our particular project if we wanted to talk about it there. Everyone still remembered that the Secret Service had once raided Steve Jackson Games HQ on suspicion that "GURPS Cyberpunk" was actually a RL guide to Elite Hacking Secrets instead of a complete work of fiction, and we were of the opinion that participating in a GURPS forum at all probably meant we were at least marginally of interest to the Feds. At the time of the first tournament, Carter, Ford, Bush Sr., Clinton, and Bush Jr. were still alive, Obama, Trump, and Biden hadn't been President yet, and Reagan was too recently dead. Nixon barely made the cut though. Ford had also died by the time the fourth and final tournament was held. If we ran a fifth tournament today, we'd still be waiting six more years for Bush Sr. to become eligible.

SPECIAL RULES FOR SPECIAL PRESIDENTS

Additionally, the following Presidents were subject to special rules:

1.) As I mentioned, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln have entered a state where weeding out the myths, propaganda, and outright silly lies was causing too much strife in our otherwise sedate community. So we set them aside. We talked about having them do sports commentary throughout the matches, but the timing of forum-based GURPS combat wasn't really conducive to that.

2.) The first time we ran the tournament, it became clear that letting Teddy Roosevelt and Andrew Jackson compete with the rest of these guys was like watching the Harlem Globetrotters play basketball against a bunch of Junior High kids. We put them off to the side as well, but were happy enough with their respective stats that we held a feature "TITAN MATCH" between the two of them as the capstone to each annual tournament. The winner of the regular tournament got to pick which of them they would play, and the second place from the regular tournament would play the other.

3.) Making Franklin D. Roosevelt fight was, in our unanimous opinion, pretty fucked up. We did not like how we felt making a simulation of a polio victim roll his wheelchair around a bloodsport arena, even if he would have had four knives. He was exempted from participation.

4.) Grover Cleveland served two non-consecutive terms, and therefore was entitled to two knives... but not both at once. Our compromise was to allow Grover Cleveland two different starting positions in the tournament brackets. In the event that the Grovers Cleveland found themselves matched up, if they had been assigned individually to different players they would fight to the death as normal. However if control of both of them had been assigned to the same player they would merge into a single Grover Cleveland with two knives who would be declared the victor and continue from there. Sadly, circumstances never permitted us to witness either variant of the Grovers Cleveland meeting.

RESULTS OF THE TOURNAMENTS

The first time we ran the GURPS Presidential Fantasy Knife-Fighting League, it was as a free-for-all where all Presidents were dropped into the Colosseum at once, we ran down the initiative list, and we brawled until there was one man standing - Teddy Roosevelt, once Andrew Jackson's berserk corpse finally accepted that it had reached 0 HP several rounds earlier.

It took forever to complete, and we decided to swap to Brackets so we could run concurrent one-on-one matches after that, and also to recruit three assistants for the one extremely harried GM. It wasn't an official rule, but the top 4 players each year volunteered to be the GMs the next year. I was one of the GMs years 2 and 4, but never the tournament winner. Coincidentally both years I made it to the final 4, one of my two characters was Richard Nixon, but in neither tournament was Richard Nixon the character I got to qualify for the final 4 (James K. Polk and Dwight D. Eisenhower).

The first run of the tournament using those updated rules was later that same year, and we ran it again three following years before the community lost momentum and eventually disbanded.

Without the Presidents who were excluded from the league, but plus the two Grovers Cleveland, we had 32 participants, a very convenient number for this style of event. Plus the TITAN MATCH between Roosevelt and Jackson at the finale.

Year 1 Tournament Winner: Lyndon Johnson was an infamous bully, only half an inch shorter than Lincoln, and not at all afraid to throw his weight and superior reach around. It was close fought, but the fact that he was well-documented to be among the most aggressive and confrontational of this cohort turned out to be just as strong of advantages as his stature.

Year 1 TITAN MATCH Winner: Teddy Roosevelt was just... absurdly sturdy. We dialed it back a little after year 1, but not much. We still had to try our best to genuinely reflect a man who was once shot in the chest by an assassin and decided to finish giving his speech before seeking medical attention. Jackson got in like five or six stabs and Roosevelt was still able to stay on his feet.

Year 2 Tournament Winner: Harry Truman was one of history's most prolific mass-murderers, arguably the US President with the highest death toll, and his proficiency at dealing slaughter was not greatly diminished by our tournament insisting that he do it with his own hands. Genuinely, fuck every last one of these guys and I hope they're all burning in Hell, but I hope Truman has it even worse than the rest.

Year 2 TITAN MATCH Winner: Victory to Andrew Jackson. I don't think we overcompensated when we reduced Teddy's HT score and ranks in the "Hard To Kill" advantage after year 1, I think the guy who was piloting Old Hickory was just on top of his game, and the dice liked him better. But this was the only time Jackson ever won, and I don't think that's a mistake. To be clear, Jackson was a glass cannon. He was tough as hell because of willpower and viciousness, but by the time he was president he was falling apart. His mobility was shit, he had two bullets still inside of him (one of which was finally removed while he was in office and one of which he took to his grave), and he was being dosed regularly with mercury because it was a popular Malaria treatment back then. Strategically, he had two real show-stopper moves: let the other guy hit first, grit his teeth through the pain, and take his sweet time to set aim his return (a tactic better suited to a pistol duel than a knife fight), and go in with a berserk all-out attack the second he was in melee range. The player opted for the latter until he was able to land a very lucky strike and stun Roosevelt, then took his time to line up a kill shot while the Bull Moose was reeling.

Year 3 Tournament Winner: Ulysses S. Grant was called "The Butcher" both by enemies and admirers. We were never super happy with his combat stats though because so many stories about him had untrustworthy origins due to widespread Confederate propaganda. There's a popular perception of Grant as just a catastrophically depressed alcoholic who only knew how to fight by grinding away with numerical superiority, and the reality may have been a lot more nuanced.

Year 3 TITAN MATCH Winner: Now that we'd all seen how rough Jackson's opening volley could be if he caught you at close range, Teddy's player this year wasn't having it. We did all agree that strafing tactics would have violated the spirit of his "Code of Honor: Good Sportsmanship" disadvantage, so instead he just got in Jackson's face and launched his own devastating all-out attack first. Jackson did bite Roosevelt that time though, that was pretty memorable.

Year 4 Tournament Winner: Lyndon B. Johnson again. What can I say, the guy was a belligerent jackass. A real arrogant piece of shit. At least most of these other guys had the sense of decorum not to do things like literally whip out their dick and slap it against a desk as some kind of primate dominance display, or force people giving them briefings to follow them into the toilet and talk to them while they pissed. Johnson's biggest advantage was that he didn't respect anyone else even a tiny bit, and he fought like it. The aliens probably didn't even need to threaten the earth with annihilation for him to do it.

Year 4 TITAN MATCH Winner: The closest of the four, both combatants ended the final round unconscious with their knives in each other's bodies, but Teddy was just plain bigger and had more HP to drain via ongoing bleeding damage so he won in the end.

IN CONCLUSION

If I ever found enough fellow GURPS players who were willing to participate, and tracked down where I had everybody's stats written down now that that forum is long defunct, and made satisfactory new stats for the competitors who have become eligible since the last tournament... I think Gerald Ford would do well for himself because he was a pretty big dude and a college football player, and I think Reagan would fold like an absolute chump even with stats based on his time in office before the Alzheimer's became unmistakable, because his entire career was about delegating everything and then claiming personal credit. He'd be completely lost in any situation more complicated than a photo op without some underling to do all the work for him.

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talesofourworlds · 2 years

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@ervaurem liked for a Kisara starter!

Now... where should I cast my line?

That was always the hardest part about getting back into fishing. Once she got started, the rest was easy. It always was just finding that perfect first spot that made Kisara take that extra time. Her eyes scanned every possible spot she could see on the lake, but she still waited. She did have time, at least. The others were setting up camp some distance away and, since she’d spotted that lake on the way there, she’d promised to bring back something to cook up.

“Maybe I should try standing in a different spot,” she mused. That seemed to settle that, so she picked up her box of lures and started to move to a different place by the lake. This one didn’t have a very large pier, but there were plenty of spots to stand in the grass and around it in general. So either way, she’d find her spot.

It was as she was walking that she realized something. Some distance from her, in the direction she was walking, appeared to be a young man. A young man who, she quickly realized, must have been there for the same purpose as her. Why else would he have a fishing rod? Her smile brightened as she approached.

“I didn’t think I’d be meeting another fisher out here today,” Kisara said.

“I hope you don’t mind the company sudden company. I’m something of a fishing enthusiast, and was hoping to find the right spot to get started,” she explained. Honestly speaking, she was excited to meet another fisher at all. It was so rare Kisara got to talk fishing tactics with anyone. The others would indulge her, but they didn’t understand fully. Not really.

So this? This was a rare treat. Maybe she’d even become friends with this young man.

#ic #ervaurem #Lionhearted Protector (Kisara)#Worlds Converging #I haven't written Kisara in a hot minute so I hope this is okay!#Last time I wrote her was for a fanfic xD #Setting?? WHO KNOWS #We'll work out the details on the way through the thread I guess!#LET NOCT AND KISARA BE FRIENDS 2K22!

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wasabito · 3 years

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➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

#bokuaka x reader #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut

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morgan1413 · 3 years

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Miranthan Stuff I Guess 😅

okay so I wasn't really gonna do this but it's been on my mind for a little while now and when it comes to these things I think it's best if I have it written down somewhere 😄 so what I'm gonna do is mention a couple of the reasons why I think this ship kinda works within the lore as I do believe the implications are there, even if it would take a lot of amending of the other parts of the story for it to all work 100%. Let's get started 😁

So the first thing that came to mind was a really strange quote from Moreau during one of his cutscenes. This is the one right after he knocks Ethan and Chris into the water and he's talking to you on that flimsy pier thingy. About midway through the cutscene he says "I should be with her, not you", with "her" obviously referring to Mother Miranda. What gets me the most about this quote, besides how random it feels, is what on earth is he getting at when he says "be with her"? It would be incredibly weird if it was meant in a sexual/romantic context (but maybe that was what they were going for with Moreau anyway) but I can't for the life of me come up with any other way on interpreting that quote. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong but I definitely think that's something's up with that quote. To put it in a Miranthan context, I'd like to imagine that Moreau had more of an idea about Miranda's plans and what she had in store for Ethan, I mean he did seem to understand the implications of Rose being her "true daughter" in his diary entry, so I guess anything is possible here really.

Another thing is the Heisenberg cutscene where he states that Miranda wants Ethan to be a part of her family. I find it frustrating that this plot thread isn't picked up on again after Heisenberg mentions it for the first time (Miranda doesn't mention it at all which is really weird), but also what does he mean by being a part of her family? You could argue that it just means he'll end up being another lord like the others (which wouldn't really make sense at this point) but combined with the Moreau quote above you could start to put the pieces together that may suggest things going in a certain way. Perhaps Miranda, knowing about Ethan's affinity with the mold, saw him as an ideal partner due to there being some level of connection and compatibility there. Again the details here are fuzzy but you could feasibly draw your own conclusions here based on the way the story plays out in the game.

That's all I have for now, again I'm not planning on doing anything serious with this (at least for the time being) but I do find it to be a fun idea to play around with even if it's a strange idea at first (which let's be real, the best ships are usually odd anyway 😄). If you have any questions or things to add about what I've written then by all means, the whole purpose of putting this out there was to make people aware to see if there's much interest, my last post got more interaction than I thought it would so I guess we'll see how things go from here.

Thanks for reading, I hope you have a lovely day 😊💖

#resident evil viii #resident evil viii village #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 village #re village #re8 #resident evil #mother miranda #ethan winters

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af1899 · 3 years

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FEH - Okay, I.S. actually did me a favor

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So... the New Heroes are from Fire Emblem: Three Houses and let me say, I couldn't be more relieved than I'm now with how easy an skip this is. 🤡🤡🤡

This is because I pulled for Sigurd+Deirdre yesterday and I'm literally broke to pull for anyone, the good consensus would've been to wait for the trailer yeah, but I was hoping I could pick the Duo this time since I adore them and they're still limited units I wanted so badly to get, but nope, that'll wait another year sadly since I should be saving for Halloween Kagero, Mia and Myrrh; and it seems a bad call to try any further than what I did.

Anyway, feel free to read what I think right below (free of spoilers from DLC/FE3H).

While I'm happy this is an easy skip banner despite the very useful fodder that comes with it and potentially sparkable, I'm still kind of displeased with the choice, since there's been quite some persistence with this game's banners this year, but I won't get upset specially since there's a good side to that and there's no point to get salty I think.

However, it continues to be weird how I.S. seems to make a blind eye out the fact Mythic Heroes were originally meant to be god-like beings (we got a bunch of them like Naga, Ashera, etc. but some don't really seem to make sense like the OCs) and we literally got our second God as a regular New Hero... still feels strange even though I know I.S. can break patterns as they make them in such an unpredictable way, they're also infamous for their inconsistency. 🤡

What's more... seriously? No demote? I almost think Hapi would be it before I saw her kit and we never get demotes with Fallen Heroes banners or {Choose your Legends}.

And that assist on Yuri is kind of terrifying.

But otherwise, great fodder here with good spark value and nothing too broken or game breaking, Hapi might come as a shock with all that effectiveness but it's nothing new.

What I can also say of good, is that they've chosen the characters from the [Cindered Shadows] DLC for some variety and they're popular... this DLC includes the Ashen Wolves group (comprised of Yuri, Constance, Hapi and Balthus)... I actually barely could play the base game a little some time before the DLC was a thing through preliminary emulation in Yuzu, so I know next to nothing about those people other than just a little key info from the wiki and them being popular (specially Yuri), but everyone in the group made it to Fire Emblem Heroes in one update, with Balthus beign the "straight to 3★/4★ demote" who we can also get for free at 5★ through a log-in prize, which is nice even if you won't work on him as you can get his 5★ fodder, hopefully it'll be worth it. So good choices on the banner itself, but it could've waited some more time in favor for games like Awakening which haven't gotten a New Heroes banner in a long time.

One thing in any case... Balthus has this:

I don't recognize this weapon but it could very well be a preference one, I don't dare take guesses since I'm minimizing what content I can see from the game if it spoils details from the plot or any side story. But if it ends up being inheritable, I hope it'll be good.

As for our [Grand Hero Battle] unit, it'll be Aelfric, he's going to be available starting this 18th... seems he makes sense to be here since apparently he suggested the creation of the Ashen Wolves group but he also had other roles... but that's about all I dare to read in the Wiki, don't think I'll make of him a project either, but we'll see with what he has on his base kit. 🤔

Anyway, congrats to whoever was waiting for the Ashen Wolves and I hope you can get any of them soon, or whatever fodder you're excited to get. I'm skipping but I'll free pull on blue hoping for free [A/R Far Trace 3] for my Legendary Lilina, otherwise colorless since I could get [C Duel Infantry 4] for Sara or red I guess, in case I can somehow get any of the other two remaining fodder units.

#feh #fe heroes #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem three houses #ashen wolves #cindered shadows

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