#dashing or knightly

[midxsommar]

This or That!! ; Valentine Knightly

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

egyptian or greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macaroons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

london or paris

vincent van gogh or claude monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagged by: STOLEN tagging: @bluejeanbaby @perfidiouswonderers @inkedmuses @thcrealheroes & Anyone interested! <3

[nekonaps0]

HII may I request jade, sebek, and silver specifically with an extension of super flirty reader? like when they get into a commited relationship and all that? idk i just want to see more of theirs 💔

Smooth talker

✦characters: Silver, Sebek, Jade

✦gn!reader, except sebek(fem!reader)

✦okaaay let’s seduce our boys 🫡

Jade Leech

You’re constantly teasing Jade. You’ll walk into the Mostro Lounge, lean on the counter with your chin in your hand, and purr,

“Jade~ You look way too good in that uniform. I’m tempted to spill something just to see you mop it up.”

He doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.

Instead, he looks over his glasses and replies smoothly,

“My, what a scandalous request. I could be persuaded… if you promise to clean me up afterward.”

Jade is the only one who matches you beat for beat.

Where others would get flustered, he gives it right back and somehow hotter.

It becomes a game between you two, a dance of innuendos, smirks, and sly remarks that border on foreplay.

And he loves it.

He adores that you’re fearless. That you challenge him. That your words drip with confidence and affection, even when you tease.

But there are moments, rare and precious, where he sees the softness beneath. Like when you fall asleep on his chest. Or when you grab his hand under the table and whisper,

“You really make me happy, you know?”

In those moments, Jade’s smile softens. His fingers curl around yours.

“You're more dangerous than I ever anticipated,” he murmurs. “But I’ll gladly let you ensnare me.”

Silver

Silver is the most peaceful target for your flirtation, and it shows.

You’ll catch him nodding off under a tree and whisper in his ear,

“Silver, wake up. You’re too pretty to be unconscious. I need my prince charming alive and his kisses.”

He jolts awake, blinking, and you just giggle and help him sit up.

You can see the subtle signs, the tips of his ears going pink, the way he clears his throat, the gentle smile he can’t suppress.

“You have a dangerous way with words,” he says quietly.

But he doesn’t ask you to stop.

He likes it.

You come in loud, warm, and relentless, telling him he’s beautiful, strong, noble. That his sleepy voice turns you to mush. That he could kiss you right now and you’d faint in his arms like a storybook heroine. You say these things so easily. So playfully.

But sometimes, you’ll stop him, cup his face, and look him right in the eye.

“I know I tease you a lot, Silver. But I want you to know… I mean every word.”

And that?

That makes him fall for you harder than ever.

He cups your hand in his and leans his forehead to yours.

“…Then I’ll cherish every single one.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is a disaster with a super flirty girlfriend.

You’re always catching him off-guard.

He’s standing in Diasomnia’s courtyard, talking about knightly training when you come up behind him and slide your arms around his waist. You rest your cheek on his back and murmur

“How am I supposed to focus when my boyfriend looks like a walking fantasy?”

He practically jumps out of his skin.

“W-WHAT—ARE YOU PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF LORD MALLEUS?!”

You just grin and kiss his cheek. “Would it help if I did it behind him instead?”

Sebek doesn’t know whether to die of shame or carry you around like the goddess you are. (He’s leaning toward both.)

He’s so easy to tease, it’s almost unfair.

But the best part? He takes it seriously.

Every compliment you give, no matter how ridiculous, is stored like treasure in the depths of his soul.

He’ll be thinking about you calling him “your dashing knight” for weeks.

And the second someone flirts with you or looks your way? Oh, he’s on guard.

“She is taken. Her affections belong to me. Move along unless you wish to lose your teeth.”

Your flirtiness flusters him, yes, but he also starts to see it for what it is: your way of loving. Your boldness. Your bravery. Your heart on display.

When you press a kiss to his cheek after training and whisper, “You could protect me so well,” Sebek looks like his brain’s melting, but his chest swells with pride.

“I-I live to serve and protect Lord Malleus… and of course you as well!” he says stiffly, eyes wide.

You grin. “Yeah? Then I better give you something worth protecting.”

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[searchingforserendipity25]

felix knightly, julian's much-mentioned friend felix, comes to the station, and he's this dashing and effete and supremely successful older human man. he wears excellent fabrics and dedicates his life to constructing beautiful fictions.

he calls julian darling and sweetheart all the time. he speaks often of how they met - something about old hardcover books and competitive bidding in a san francisco auction house for history and literature lovers.

so it went: a long chat that turned to a long night haunting bars, showing this bright young thing the best old spots in the city, where real bands play real songs, history clings to the walls and a holoprogrammer could see nearly into the past, the future, the heart of things.

we walked the bridge with dawn on our shoulders, spent the night without losing reasons to keep talking together, and i knew this was a very special young man i had just befriended, he says.

and julian bashir, chief medical officer, war-tried and brave, looks at him through his lashes, a little bit twenty and awe-struck at being liked still.

felix speaks often about how so much of the reliable realism in his holonovels depends on having his own clever doctor to give him accurate medical information. how his gifts of custom-made programs are nothing, barely anything in comparison to the pleasure of making sweet julian enjoy himself in his intervals between wonderful adventures and admirable medical work.

he is flighty and shameless and self-satisfied and he never fails to make julian flush and brighten - something flickering open around his eyes.

he kisses the back of his hands, and plays with his hair. as if it easy and natural; as if he should be allowed always to lay a hand on julian's shoulder, and smile down at him with a conspiratorial look.

it would be easier, perhaps, if it were more sordid. but they tease each other endlessly, argue like old friends, there is history between them and not only old infatuation.

to watch him is to see an image repeated. there is the twist of the wrist doctor bashir does, the way he raises his chin and picks a glass with elegance and flirts relentlessly, as he himself had been flirted with until he relented.

it is clear enough that knightly has been a guiding figure to him, a teacher in some fashion in the arts of playing the gentleman.

a mildly chiding word from him in a specific tone, and julian straightens his back and pays attentions, rethinks his position, eases back the strain in his shoulders, lets himself be challenged, seduced into a proper debate. so perhaps he was the one who taught him that, too; to argue without spite, with wit, brash but not bull-headed.

it is clear enough julian bashir trusts him fully with his fantasies, and does not fear any mockery.

it is clear he is a weak man, a man of vice, an hedonist with no sense of responsibility, who cannot stand to live outside his programs. he drinks prodigiously and gambles recklessly, enjoys the sort of mind-whirling substances the federation permits only in careful dosages -

he is not the one to mention how it was that a medical student came to be well-versed in treating withdrawals, in dealing with hateful words said in dire states. doctor bashir himself, of course, would never breach patient confidentiality. but one may guess; one may assume.

his presence is temporary, he will go away to do research on another singular and distant place, he'll leave his friend behind for the hundredth time and send back a consolation game whenever he remembers he exists at all.

anyone can see it, in the doctor's eyes. he is has been wounded many times, he has been trained well to be expect to be liked but not wanted long.

in unrelated news, garak of garak's clothiers has had to cite complications to explain the delay of his present and forthcoming commissions. several of his needles and sewing machines have taken unexpected tumbles against the floor, and a remarkable amount of his fabric has appeared shredded to rags, almost as if a vole or beast of some sort had laid furious claws on them.

well, so it goes: life is not an holonovel. in real life, sometimes accidents can't be avoided, and mistakes have consequences.

someone ought to remind felix knightly of that, perhaps.

[slippinninque]

💓🌦️🏃🏽🏃🏾‍♀️🌦️💓

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

Warnings: none! Fluff!!! Kissing in the rain!! Rainy day vibes, no real plot

The clouds rumbled above your heads and, blotting out the sounds of laughter as the two of you mad the mad dash to cover.

The sudden rain made everything smell fresh and old at the same time. It was like you were smelling the secrets of the Earth with every gust of wind. Running through the trail like mischievous children, speckled with mud and dappled with fallen leaves, all thoughts of working up a good sweat from a run was blown away by the building breezes. 

Lucky for you both that there was a part of the trail that had nothing but grand, old trees that hikers used often to rest under. They acted as your shields to the rain and would remain so until the two of you could reach the parking lot.

Under a sturdy tree, its branches are expansive enough to touch the ground before swinging back up into the air. The company it kept with neighbouring canopy was enough to keep you and Terry from the rain that’s begun to fall again.

You took a good look at him standing there and started giggling. 

“I feel like I should apologize again.” Terry sighed as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. You did the same after you got yourself a nice, good peek at the glistening skin of his stomach. 

“You’re fine, you're fine. This was mutually planned, I have a weather app somewhere on my phone that would have been useful," You tsked softly, "Though maybe I won't be as traumatized if I got my hands on that last piece of cheesecake in the fridge..."

Terry’s laugh was closer than expected, you turned to see him stretching upwards with a contented noise before he turned his head up towards the clouds. You watched him as you wrung the rainwater from your locs. You leaned up against the trunk of the tree, watching him appreciate nature as it held you both hostage. 

Framed by glistening, wide-faced leaves of the oak tree, Terry looked really good in rain. To be honest, that man would look good in a pitch black room, blindfolded. Yet there was someone about him relaxing in the evergreen or floating aimlessly in the ocean, Terry looked at home.

Perhaps he could feel your eyes on him. Terry looked over his shoulder with a look that had you biting your lip at him, barely able to hold back your smile. Terry came forward, reaching up to playfully press a leaf to your stomach just to see it stick.

You snorted and put your arms around his waist when he was close enough. Terry reached up the bark behind you in a light stretch, his eyes slipping close. A light mist began to form from the rain and you felt refreshed, the earlier sweat you worked up chilling from the light drop of temperature. Everything started to feel dreamy, from the way the sky began to smear the sunshine with rain to the knightly way Terry touched you.

You jumped when thunder cracked above, Terry watching you with a little smile as you looked at him sheepishly,

“Isn’t nature just grand?”

“Absolutely beautiful…” He said quietly as he put his forehead to yours. Contentedness washed through you as his big, sticky man nuzzled you and pressed kisses to what he could reach of your damp skin.

With his hands on you and your back to the bark, you took a deep breath.

All you could hear was the rustle and tapping of small branches and loose leaves, you even could smell the oncoming storm from the rambunctious winds. You could feel the faint ache of your legs from your previous running and where you were beginning to stick to each other.

You filled your lungs with the scent of nature and your head with the delightful week you spent with your man doing all the little things. Grocery shopping, gathering odd and ends for the week.

Rubbing each other's backs when getting up for the work day was just too much. All the excited planning for a long day in the park only to be outmaneuvered by the weather of all things.

It wasn't terrible, though. It's rare for you to see Terry be taken by surprise. Seeing him look up at the sky with his mouth open in surprise, you wish there was a way to frame it.

You wanted to hold onto the image of Terry looking over his shoulders at you, smiling so hard that his eyes were only twinkles caught between fallen droplets. Of him waving you under the cover of one tree after another, pulling you into his arms and kissing the rest of your breath away.

The sight of the greenery around him as he gave you kiss after kiss. You wondered what he would look like with his back to the grass--his chest and palms streaked with dirt left by your hands.

The storm cleared its throat in the distance and Terry squeezed you once, leaning in to drop a kiss to your lips. This one was different. This one has you grateful for the cover of the tall grass and low clouds. Maybe you'll get an answer to your earlier yearning...

There were only the two of you and the never ending sky. There was no place to be and neither one of you wanted to rush through this moment. The storm would find you together and chase you down the very same way.

Until then, you wrapped around each other and exchanged the quiet birdsong in your hearts.

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💕Ending notes💕: 🧁💕🎂✨🎁Happy Birthday Terry!!!!🎉✨💕🎂🎁🎈🎉Thank you so much Mega for having this wonderful idea for this lovely man!! This fic was mainly vibes thanks to the rain that swept through my neck of the woods 🤣

Tell me what you think and thank you so much for reading!! 💖💖

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[ladykatibeth]

The dark fairytale potential of Orlok being the metaphorical dragon (vampire) keeping the damsel (Ellen) in the tower, but she’s also the wizard in the tower trope and he’s her familiar. Thomas thinks he’s the dashing knightly dragon slayer but he’s actually about to become damsel in tower number #2 (instead of dead like those before him) because he’s cute and amusingly pathetically bad at it.

[transbookoftheday]

The Story of Silence by Alex Myers

A knightly fairy tale of royalty and dragons, of midwives with secrets and dashing strangers in dark inns. Taking the original French legend as his starting point, The Story of Silence is a rich, multilayered new story for today’s world – sure to delight fans of Uprooted and The Bear and the Nightingale.

There was once, long ago, a foolish king who decreed that women should not, and would not, inherit. Thus when a girl-child was born to Lord Cador – Merlin-enchanted fighter of dragons and Earl of Cornwall – he secreted her away: to be raised a boy so that the family land and honour would remain intact.

That child’s name was Silence.

Silence must find their own place in a medieval world that is determined to place the many restrictions of gender and class upon them. With dreams of knighthood and a lonely heart to answer, Silence sets out to define themselves.

Soon their silence will be ended.

[earndiltheequalizer]

In the E1 NWG end segment you mentioned you GM most of the time, can we hear what those settings and stories you ran were? Any memorable moments?

Mostly been in Fallout, Shadowrun, and D&D, with sparse little else. I've run games as a cringe, listless teenager who couldn't run a thing, to the adult I am now that has had a 3-Year long Fallout campaign be the crowning achievement (for now), and a Shadowrun campaign that's been enjoyed by all three of the players.

The Fallout campaign (titled Fallout: Legends of Wyoming) lasted for 3 years featuring a host of people, with the one lodestone being @aufhocker, being the one person who was a constant throughout the game's lifetime, featuring also @glorified-monster for a long duration, and @bhreadboard towards the end (there were many more, but I don't know their tumblrs, and there was a bit of bad blood between a few, wish them all well). Took place in post apocalyptic Wyoming, after the events of F:NV, and dealt with the party's attempts to find a place and way to live within the confines of a series of towns, ruins, and eventually finding work as a fully fledged mercenary company in the employ of the local dictatorship: The Directorate of Cheyenne. This campaign came to an unofficial close after the core players were just unable to make it work with everyone's schedules, but things were beginning to gear up with interference from the NCR, the Legion, and a Genghis Kahn-esque faction of disparate bandits, raiders, and tribals cobbled together under the will of a man called Maxwell Irons, named The Impalers.

The Shadowrun game (titled: The Heart of Rock and Roll is in Cleveland) took place in good ol' Cleveland, Ohio, and followed again Aufhocker, Bhreadboard, and @crimsonservbot (Zegram) as they attempt to solve a mystery surrounding an impounded (and apparently DEEPLY HAUNTED) great lakes freighter, and one guy who's spent piles of money to get a single artifact onboard it. An adventure rife with skinheads, flesh demons, a failgirl hacker pressganged into joining the party, a knightly order of hackers plus one femboy with an onlyfans, an all-elf rent-a-cop service in a pissing war with the Cleveland PD and Lonestar, and a dash of Skyline Chili. This one's presently on a break after they completed the first campaign, and I'm trying to find the time for the second.

This is a very brief vertical slice, and frankly there's too many good moments to count thanks to my players being so much fun to bounce off of. But one great moment that I think stuck with them was in the Fallout game where the players had to fight off a gang of motorcycle riding bandits, from the back of a 16-wheeler en route to the ruined city of Casper, all without a single gun to their names, and the very real fear that being yanked from the truck at speed meant certain death or dismemberment.

[areolni]

um UHH UHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY @nicobear I WHIPPED THIS OUT MY ASS BUT I WROTE ABT UR STUPID LANSONI FANKID

made-up lore. inaccurate. im going by whatever was dumped in your ref sheet.

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"Shit shit shit where is he it's only afternoon and he doesn't get antsy until evening–"

Never in his life had Sonic thought of having a child on his own; biological or adopted, it didn't matter. Raising Tails was… something, but the fox grew into someone so loving and brilliant whom he proudly called his brother. A literal child, an infant, was out of the question. Not until he was sucked into a goddamn legend and met an alternate of his rival named Sir Lancelot.

The beginnings of this child were hazy, to Sonic's memory. How this little hedgehog came about was nothing but a distant memory to him despite it only being a few years ago. Lancelot already had Galahad, and now that child had another brother that appeared out of nowhere. What do you mean his title was promoted from co-parent to a full-blown parent? Hasn't he had enough responsibilities as king?

'Get your mind out of the gutter!' His rationality screamed as he sprinted from one far end of the castle to another, frantically in search of his beloved son. A gremlin he certainly was, though the saying goes that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Why did he have to be as stubborn as his dad?

"Sonic."

A familiar voice was nearly missed as the king dashed past its owner, skidding to an abrupt stop with a trail of dust forming at the ends of his heels. A painful screech echoed throughout the long, vast corridors of the castle which made him wince an apologetic response. The call of his name, and not his title, was never a good sign, especially when it came from his stoic and reserved knight.

"Why the haste?"

"Lance– Damnit, it's Alwyn!" Sonic panted, sounding like a hopelessly desperate cry. "I lost him! I've ran back and forth in the castle for like, three times and people are looking at me like I'm a madman."

"Breathe. I doubt he has gone far," assured Lancelot, placing a hand on his king's shoulder to soothe him. "I have ensured the parameters are secured. The chances of him escaping are slim. There is nothing to fear."

"Yeah, but–" Sonic had to calm himself before he choked on his own spit. "He wouldn't be stupid enough to get himself into serious trouble, right?"

He swore he could see Lancelot's cheek dimple inwards, as though he was biting hard on its insides. He was holding back an insult, wasn't he? He was holding back a laugh, wasn't he?

"Are you certain you have searched everywhere?"

"I am so sure."

"The gardens, my liege."

"Isn't it outside the castle?"

"They are considered royal grounds."

"I…" Yet another pause. Was Sonic truly going to lose himself from a measly child? "Yeah. Got me there."

As brainless Sonic could be at times, Lancelot always had a soft spot for his king.

Sonic was (not so) pleasantly surprised with the sight of his son haphazardly dangling from a branch, mere splinters away from snapping in half. Yet there Alwyn was, giggling and babbling with not a single worry in the world, blissful ignorant of the danger he was currently in. As horrified as he was seeing a goddamn infant at the face of death, he was impressed that his child could commit such a feat. Pride swelled in his chest although panic simultaneously rose.

"How did you even get up there, you little rascal?" reproached Sonic with Alwyn in his arms, now safe and sound from danger. The youngling muttered a soft call in response with big beady eyes staring up at his papa so innocently, Sonic couldn't help but smile. Until now, he was in disbelief that this was his child, his son, his own.

The father joined moments after, currently free from his knightly duties to spend time with his loving family. Lancelot approached his king and his son, visor up and sword sheathed to not scare the child (although he was sure Alwyn was as fearless as ever). Alwyn didn't hesitate to slither from Sonic's grasp and jump into Lancelot's arms, at which he gladly carried and took him in with a soft smile.

The royal family remained in the castle gardens, witnessing the incredible phenomenon of the sun dipping in the horizon, casting a magnificent warm glow and painting the skies with beautiful red and orange hues. There were only three of them, relishing in each other's presence, cherishing the time they had together.

With their beloved Alwyn, sandwiched snugly between them in rest, the king and his knight could not ask for more.

This was their moment of respite.

[iluknights]

CUBBIIIIWEER would you please share with us more info on hugo !! your favorite things about his design . . or character . . or lore . . or anything that is on your mind tonight !!! plspslspslslsls 🤲🏻🤲🏻 I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW MORE

EVIIIEEEEEEE !!!! ٩( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) 人( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)و ♥︎ eee thank uuu for asking ! ! 's honestly so encouraging seeing how nervous i am to just utter his name lololol... hope i can convey this love sickness 2 youuuuu ‎૮₍˶•᷄‎ᴖ•᷅˶₎ა !

my beloved hugo ♡ where do i start ?! at first i was just heavily attracted to him because.. !!! goodness, his looks are actually so lethal >:( the double beauty marks under his eye might be my favorite feature of his 🥺 i really really wanna kiss them oughh.. but his pretty heterochromia and his fluffy, surprisingly long blonde hair <3 not to mention he's just sooo dashing in his suit and hat (⑉ඉ⸝⸝⸝ඉ⑉) the amount of times i've wanted him to just tip me over and kiss me under his hat WAWAWAWA !!!!

not to mention!! his little sprites make my heart flip like crazy... !!! they endear me to no end!! ( zzz switches between 2D comic like storytelling & 3D interactions which i adore ) he's eloquent in the way he speaks ( i think i'm attracted to that too.... stares at argenti ) he is sooooo dramatic + professional ragebaiter 😭 hugo likes to hint at things and never say things flat out .. ( or he just lies TT never for his own good since he pretty much encourages others to misunderstand him !!! such a bad habit if you ask me ... he's so selfless and he just allows others to assume he's selfish and cruel ☹️ it breaks my heart sooo much !!!! )

as for his character, without much spoilers ... hugo is a infamous phantom thief, and the leader of the notorious phantom thief syndicate, mockingbird !!! their belief is stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, making them really popular with civilians and not much with the higher up society... that being said he is also apart of higher society so he's rllie just hiding in their ranks ehe ! but yes ♡ honestly learning about him and seeing how he works, interacts with others, takes care of vivian and his friends, and soon grows to accept himself makes me fall for him more and more TT maybe it's the robin hood character he has going on but WAH it screams knightly to me & you know how i love my knights !!!!! ( •̀᎔•́) his whole character feels like cubbie bait !!! i fell so hard !!!!

my fav pics / sprites of him! :3c i also really love his scarfff sob i wish it was on his playable chara >:( my pretty pretty boy, i just wanna go on a date with him and swing our hands together as he takes me building to building together,,, even if it's a silly mission together i just wanna spend my time with himmmmm 🥹🥹 i love him i really do.

oh also before i forget .... he's not actually a vampire... even though he has all the features & and acts like one ehe ... we tell him that when we first meet him in game hehe and he just >

which made me giggle... he's so cute !!! i love himmm!!!!! thank you for asking my dear evie >< holding back from overly yapping !!!!

[hellsite-folklore-archivist]

On the subject of archiving culture...

While I am trying to collect and find posts as they show up on my dash (because using Tumblr's search function is a fruitless endeavor), iconic posts alone don't really say much about the site's culture, only provide brief snapshots of its expression and origins. Yes, we know the mushroom post, the devil's sacrament, the first Ides of March post, but how do you capture the site's obsession over the themes of rot, decay, knightly devotion, and cannibalism? The use and overuse of canine metaphors? The running jokes about evil wizards and their wars, clown car-esque objects, the insanity that was Destiel day? The entire conception and conceit of Goncharov-posting, the yes-and and escalation and the parody of how fandom interacts with its source media? What about soup and bread?

There is just... a lot. They won't just disappear when Tumblr does, but I'd still like to view the sacred texts somehow.

[camillathe6th]

My dash really came together beautifully to make me care very much about the survival and knightly romance of that snobby-nosed snobbier-named Hans Capon guy and his little boyfriend while also knowing NOTHING about the game and / or the stakes. Well done you madlads you did your part 🫡

[planetarypiecess]

think it's really endearing to use gendered terms in unintended ways. man who's a cutie princess babygirl and woman who's a knightly dashing prince

[kailsalad]

Crest (Crescent-Light) in blue

Royal astrologist to the queen so essentially the pope to a culture that worships stars and planets, except he'd much rather be in a university lecture hall learning about science and enjoying the city nightlife instead of trapped in an astronomy tower.

Flashy and confident, well learned, but ultimately very lonely and self conscious.

Sir Lustrous-Rays

Foot solider recognized by the queen for his excellence (ability to kill a man) and became a royal knight and tasked to keep an eye on her flighty royal astrologist who he's been secretly obsessed with since they were kids.

Outwardly friendly and dashing to fit the knightly expectations internally still a solider on a battlefield.

[ahollowgrave]

🍓 :D

hello !!!! picking you up and spinning around!!! you are! so!!!!! SQUISHING YOU!!! i have such a crush on Ajisai; she is soooo wonderfully dashing and knightly. I love her c+ and i love her adorable face and i LOVE the stories you tell with your gposes !!!! your lighting is so!! truly some of my favorite i get lost in it all the time. it's so crisp yet warm or just perfectly dark enough. it adds so much life to your work !!!! and YOU are so kind and a joy to see on the dashboard !!!

[sockablock]

i am pleased to report that my d&d character, a paladin inspired by the meeting on the turret stairs, now has heels strapped to his knightly boots that let him dash as a bonus action on his turn

[2nd-drop-me-safely-in-this-hell]

🔞

"Monkey Business, Part III"

Characters:

Kyrie (Devil May Cry)

Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein (Devil May Cry)

Nero (Devil May Cry)

Relationships:

Nero x Kyrie

Kyrie x Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein

Nero x Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein

Premise:

The trio plays a vulgar party game, and Kyrie discovers some things about herself.

Content Warnings:

Teratophillia

Sapphic awakening

Degrading language

Femdom

Spanking

Threesome

Author's Note:

Parts I and II can be found here and here respectively, though you wouldn't be missing that much context if you skipped them both.

Fun fact, this part was actually written before Part II.

Nero and Nico are trans in this story. Keep in mind that I am a cis(?) person writing this, criticism is welcome. Also Nero never grew back his hand in this story. Also Kyrie is chubby in this story.

It was a quiet evening in Fortuna. It was a school night, so all of the kids were in bed already.

The grown-ups were sitting on Nero and Kyrie's bed, simply chatting. Nico had taken the lead of the conversation as she flipped through her research files.

"Alright, Smash or Pass-"

"Nico, what the hell?" Nero grimaced.

"What? We're all grown-ups here. Ain't that right, Kyrie?"

"Uh, yeah..." Kyrie responded. "I don't think I understand the question, though."

"Oh, you haven't played Smash or Pass? Basically, you say whether or not you'd fuck someone or not."

"Oh..." Kyrie turned red.

Nero chimed back in. "Nico, I don't think Kyrie wants to play that, let's-"

"She can speak for herself, can't she?"

Nero scratched his neck. "Sorry. Uh, what do you think, Kyrie?"

"Uh..." Kyrie spoke very quietly. "I'll give it a try. I mean, if Nero doesn't mind..."

Nero sighed. "Oh, what the hell, sure."

Nico grinned. "Alright, Smash or Pass..." She pulled a photograph out of her folder. "Goliath."

"What?!" Nero nearly stood from his seat.

"Smash or Pass, Goliath." Nico repeated, with a smug grin on her face.

"Pass! Anyone in their right mind would pass!" Nero shook his head. "He was a demon! He was, like, three stories tall! And he had bad breath too... Ugh."

"Alright, alright, take it easy. Kyrie?"

Kyrie hesitated. "Pass."

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Kyrie turned red again.

"That's because Kyrie's a sane human being, Nico." Nero chimed in. "Jury's out on you."

Nico scoffed. "Nah, I think she just doesn't want to make you jealous."

"Jealous? Of that knuckle-dragger? Please. He's dead, anyway."

Kyrie spoke up. "Do you mean that, Nero?"

"Of course I do."

"...Then I change my answer. Smash."

"What?!"

Nico laughed.

"I- I mean..." Nero took a deep breath. "I don't see the appeal, Kyrie."

"I don't know ..." Kyrie's face was redder than ever. "He looks kind of cute... I like his smile. And he's fluffy, too."

"But... He's very big."

"Yeah," Nico butted in. "Just what would you do with him anyway?"

"Can we change the subject, please?!" Kyrie hid her face.

"Alright, alright, my bad." Nico chuckled.

"I suppose you'd Smash him too, right?" Nero asked.

"Hell no! He probably smells like shit, just like you said."

Kyrie laughed, and her face cooled back down.

"Let's see, here..." Nico flipped through her files. "Wanna play another round, K?"

Kyrie giggled. "Sure. If you don't mind, Nero."

Nero shook his head. "Go ahead."

"Alright, then, Smash or Pass..." Nico pulled out a new photo. "Cavaliere Angelo."

"Oooh..." Kyrie all but whispered. "He looks kind of dashing."

"You think so?" Nero asked.

"Jealous, loverboy?" Nico teased.

"Shut up!" Nero tossed a throw pillow at her face.

"I mean... He makes me think of you, actually. Knightly, but... Dark. If that makes sense."

"Oh..." Nero turned pink. "So, you'd..."

"Smash." Kyrie turned pink too.

"Yeah, yeah, very cute." Nico said, failing to stifle a smile. "How about you, Nero?"

"Hard pass. Keep in mind who he was using as a battery."

Nico rolled her eyes. "Alright, imagine the sexy clone of your long-dead grandma is out of the equation-"

"Huh?" Kyrie blinked.

"-Smash or Pass?"

"Still Pass."

"Alright, fair enough. Actually, that gives me an idea..." Nico returned to her files.

"Wait, so Trish is a..."

"Yeah. She was made to lure Dante into a trap, but ended up joining forces with him instead. Or so she tells it."

"That's... Something."

"Alright, round three! Smash or Pass..." Nico drew the next photo. "Lady!"

"Ugh..." Nero rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't lead with that, you are obsessed with her. It's a little creepy."

"Liking naked ladies is creepy, now? We really are in Fortuna."

"Hold on, naked?" Kyrie's eyes were wide.

"What, he didn't tell you about how he held her naked body?"

"Nico!" Nero practically screamed as he turned red as a tomato.

"When did that happen?!" Kyrie was blushing herself.

"It wasn't like that! She was possessed by a demon, I killed it, and when it released her she was... You know..."

Nico chuckled. "Yeah, he didn't try anything, I'm just yanking your chain."

Kyrie shook her head. "Not funny, Nico."

"Sorry. But in the spirit of the game, tell me, Nero: Smash or Pass?"

"Pass."

"C'mon, can't you entertain a hypothetical?"

"No. Pass."

"Nero..." Kyrie leaned in close. "It's just a game. You can be honest."

"I am, Kyrie, And I pass."

"Okay. Why?" Kyrie asked. "She's in really good shape, and she's objectively very pretty..."

"Because she's almost old enough to be my mom, for one."

Kyrie nodded. "That's a pretty good reason."

Nico shook her head. "Weak shit. I'd Smash."

"She wouldn't Smash you, though." Nero retorted.

"But a girl can dream, right? How about you, Kyrie, Smash or Pass?"

"Pass. She's a girl. And like Nero said, she's a little too old."

"So, you don't swing that way, then?"

"Nico, you know I've only ever been with Nero."

"That doesn't answer my question, honey."

"I've never been with a woman!"

"I've never been with Lady, but I know I want to be."

"Nico, quit badgering her." Nero turned to Kyrie, and spoke softly. "Though, you said you had a crush on me before I came out."

"Well, yeah..." Kyrie whispered. "But I didn't date you until you came out."

"But you did have feelings, right?"

"Sure, but that's normal... Right?"

"Honey, it is not." Nico chimed in. "Congratulations, you're not straight."

"But..." Kyrie sighed.

"Kyrie, it's okay." Nero squeezed her tight. "It doesn't change anything."

"...Let's change the subject."

Nero nodded. "Okay."

* * *

The night went on. Kyrie had agreed to stay up, under the promise that Nero would walk the kids to school - he didn't need as much sleep as she did.

Nico was still leading the conversation. "-so, yeah, that's probably the stupidest thing I've ever built."

"Wow..." Kyrie turned to Nero. "Did it... Work?"

"Believe it or not, yeah." Nero nodded. "I mean, it doesn't do much that a regular fork can't, but it's perfectly functional."

"Amazing." Kyrie turned back to Nico. "You really are an artist."

"Aw, you're gonna make me blush." Nico responded in mock bashfulness.

Kyrie grinned. "Hey, Nero?"

"Yeah?"

"Smash or Pass, Nico?"

"Huh?! I thought we moved on from that!"

"Well, I'm in the mood again." Kyrie smiled with faux innocence. "So, Smash or Pass?"

"Yeah, loverboy, Smash or Pass?" Nico laid on her side, accentuating the curve of her hips.

"Kyrie, this is a little different than picking photographs out of a folder..."

Nico pointed "He didn't say pass!"

"He sure didn't." Kyrie giggled.

"Pass! I'm saying pass!"

"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you Nero?" Nico grinned, and wiggled her hips.

"No!"

Kyrie laughed. "Nero, you really haven't thought about it even once? I mean, it's only natural."

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"He's got a point, K. It's not like guys and gals can't just be friends."

"Thank you, Nico." Nero calmed down.

"It just so happens that your boyfriend wants my body."

"Ugh!"

Kyrie laughed out loud. "...It is a pretty nice body."

"You think so?" Nico further exaggerated her seductive pose. "So, Smash or Pass?"

"Well..." Kyrie blushed. "I'll admit, I've thought about it."

Nico nearly gasped, and her eyes went wide. "Tell me more!"

"Well-" Kyrie's attention turned back to Nero.

His arms were crossed, and he was looking away from the two women.

"Uh, Nero?" Kyrie whispered. "Do you want to change the subject?"

Nero sighed. "Maybe I should just... Give you two some privacy." He moved to stand up.

"Nero, wait!"

"Kyrie..." Nero leaned in close, and whispered. "If you want to flirt and screw around with Nico, that's okay. I trust her, and you."

"...You mean that?" Kyrie whispered back.

"I do."

"Okay... But, I'd honestly feel better about it if you were here. Would you mind staying?"

Nero smiled. "If that's what you want, Kyrie."

Nero sat back down, and Kyrie soon followed.

"Are we good?" Nico asked.

"Yeah, we're good." Nero nodded, and turned to Kyrie. "What were you going to say?"

"Well, I, uh..." Kyrie giggled nervously. "You're not like any girl I've seen before, Nico. I mean, I thought Nero was pushing limits when he started cutting his hair short and wearing pants, but you..."

"Go on..." Nico urged her.

"I mean, you don't leave a lot to the imagination, Nico. If the Order were still around, I think they might have arrested you! Not to mention, the tattoos..."

Nico grinned. "So I'm 'taboo'?"

"A little." Kyrie took a breath. "Back in school, girls who acted out got punished. They gave up on Nero when he started hitting back, but most of them got..."

Nico leaned toward Kyrie. "Got what?"

"...Paddled."

Nico giggled.

"Yeah." Kyrie smiled. "And I'll admit, I've thought about paddling you."

"Damn!" Nico whistled. "You've got a dirty mind!"

"...You're the one who gave me permission to call you 'bitch'..." Kyrie muttered.

"I was kidding when I said that! Mostly..." Nico tilted her head. "Do you want to call me 'bitch'?"

Kyrie tilted her head in turn. "May I?"

"Honey, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Whatever I want?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay..." She turned to Nero. "Darling, would you go bring me something to paddle our bitch with?"

Nero blinked. "Y- yeah, sure."

Kyrie glared. "Now, is that how you're going to address me?"

"Yes ma'am!" Nero jumped to his feet, and turned for the kitchen.

Kyrie grinned. "Good boy..." She slapped Nero's ass as he walked away.

"Damn, Kyrie, who knew you were such a dom?"

"Quiet, bitch." Kyrie's voice turned stern.

Nico fell silent.

"That's better." Kyrie's smile returned. She stretched her legs out in front of her. "Across my lap. Now."

At once, Nico crawled over to Kyrie, and laid across her lap.

"Good girl!" Kyrie reached under Nico's body, and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down, exposing her bare ass. "No underwear... Such a dirty bitch." Kyrie felt a certain organ poking her thighs. "And hard already, too..." Kyrie squeezed Nico's cock between her thighs.

Nico nearly let out a moan, but Kyrie held a finger to her lips. "Be a good bitch, and don't make a sound. Got it?"

Nico nodded.

It was at that moment when Nero appeared in the doorway, holding a wooden spoon in his hand. "Oh, wow..."

Kyrie turned to him, and smiled. "That's perfect! Bring it here, darling."

Nero stepped over, and passed it to Kyrie. She whispered into his hear. "I'd really like you to stay. Do you want to stay?"

"Anything for you, Kyrie."

"Good." She leaned down, and whispered to Nico. "Is it okay if Nero stays?"

Nico nodded.

"Good." She gripped the wooden spoon in her hands. "Now, tell me, bitch. Smash or Pass?"

Nero sat on the opposite side of the bed.

Nico looked up at Kyrie.

Kyrie paddled her with the spoon, provoking a yelp. "Speak."

"Smash! Without a doubt."

"I knew it. Keep talking, bitch."

"I'm living my dream right now. The only thing that'd make it better is if I could see your tiddies."

"Oh, really?" Kyrie undid one button on her dress. "I have three buttons left. If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to keep telling me your dirty little secrets."

"Uh..." Nico stalled.

"Speak, bitch!" Kyrie paddled her again.

"Uh, I- I didn't understand why people thought nuns were sexy until I met you!"

"Ooh, that's good..." Kyrie undid another button. "Keep going."

"Ever since that time I let you borrow my panties, I touch myself thinking about you in them almost every night!"

"Yes..." Kyrie undid another button. "One more."

"I, uh... Uh..."

Kyrie raised her spoon.

"I can't think of anything!"

"Too bad." Kyrie paddled Nico's ass.

Nico yelped, provoking Kyrie to paddle her again. "Don't make a sound unless I tell you to."

Nico nodded.

"Hm... Here's a question for you. Smash or Pass: Nero."

"Smash."

"Keep talking."

"What can I say? He's a hunk. And I hardly ever go for guys, so that's high praise. Though, most guys can't turn into demons."

Kyrie grinned, and turned to Nero. "Darling, answer me honestly. Smash or Pass: Nico." Kyrie paddled Nico's ass again. "And you remember to keep your mouth shut."

Nero hesitated, then sighed. "Smash."

Kyrie waited expectantly.

"Every time she tries to get under my skin I want to pin her down and fuck her. I want to put her in her place."

Nico's eyes went wide.

Kyrie grinned. "Good boy." She turned to Nico. "Listen close. Nero here is going to use you like the bitch you are. Only after you get him off, will I let you see my breasts. Am I clear?"

Nico nodded.

"Good girl. She's ready when you are, darling."

Nero took a deep breath and, after a moment's hesitation, unveiled his devil form.

Nico's eyes were transfixed on the foot-long cock that was already out of Nero's slit slit.

"Impressive, isn't it? Let's see which end of you he deems worthy of it."

Nero flicked his prosthesis, and summoned an all-but-obsolete Devil Breaker: Buster Arm. He positioned himself in front of Nico, and spoke in his distorted voice.

"Put those hands to work, bitch."

Nico firmly grabbed Nero by the cock, and began stroking his length. Her other hand went to his slit, tracing the edge of it with a finger.

Nero moaned.

"Good girl..." Kyrie gently rubbed Nico's ass. "He's been a good boy, hasn't he?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"But even good boys need to use a dirty bitch like you sometimes, don't they?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"That's right." Kyrie smiled.

Nero leaned over, and whispered into Kyrie's ear. "Make her talk back. Please."

"Of course, darling." Kyrie leaned down to Nico's ear. "Talk back to him, dear. He wants it."

Nico kept jerking Nero, but her lustful gaze turned to a grin. "Is this really all you wanted? Or are you too chickenshit to really fuck me?"

"Quiet, bitch." Nero growled.

"Or what? Face it, you're all bark, and no-" Nico yelped as Nero enclosed the metal claws of his Devil Breaker around her head, and pushed her mouth onto his cock.

"Shut up!"

Nico began sucking Nero's cock, slowly working her way to the base, with only some assistance from his metallic claw pushing her down his length.

"There's a good girl!" Kyrie chimed in. "Look at that, he loves it! Don't you, darling?"

"Yes, ma'am." Nero moaned.

"I thought so."

This continued for a while. Nico had made it a little more than halfway down Nero's length. His breathing was growing more erratic, and he began lightly thrusting back and forth between Nico's lips.

Kyrie leaned toward Nero. "Are you close, darling?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Is our bitch doing a good job?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Prove it. Dump the proof down her throat."

Nero started thrusting faster, and put his remaining hand on the back of Nico's head.

Kyrie leaned down to Nico. "Get ready to swallow, bitch."

Nero grunted and twitched as he began cumming in Nico's mouth.

Nico quickly began gulping down Nero's cum as fast as she could, until the flow finally stopped.

Nero paused to catch his breath, before returning to his human form, still fully clothed. He gently laid himself on his back.

"All better now, darling?" Kyrie asked.

"Yeah... I mean, yes ma'am."

"Good! You go ahead and relax, I'll take care of our bitch."

Kyrie turned back to Nico. "Good job, bitch! Are you ready for your reward?"

Nico was catching her breath herself. "Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, then." Kyrie undid the last button on her dress, and pulled down the neckline, baring her breasts. "Turn over."

Nico turned onto her back. As soon as Kyrie's chest caught her eye, her jaw dropped.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Good!" Kyrie grabbed Nico by the hair, and pulled her face up in-between her breasts. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, ma'am." Nico said, though her words were muffled.

"Go on, really get comfortable."

Nico began nuzzling into Kyrie's flesh, and eventually, sucking on Kyrie's nipple.

"Mmm, yeah..." Kyrie bit her lip. "Eat up, bitch." Kyrie reached down, and began stroking Nico's cock. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes ma'am." Nico said, even more muffled this time.

"I'm glad." Kyrie began stroking her even faster. "Even a bitch deserves to feel good now and then. Go on, make some pretty noises for me."

Nico kept suckling at Kyrie as she moaned loudly, and bucked her hips into Kyrie's hand.

"Are you about to cum, bitch?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Nico cried out, as tears formed in her eyes.

"Go ahead, Nico. Cum." Kyrie pressed her lips to Nico's, and gently kissed her.

At once, Nico unloaded all over Kyrie's hand, moaning into her lips and squirming in her lap. When the climax ended, Nico rested her head on Kyrie's chest, and caught her breath.

Kyrie smiled. "Did you like that?"

"Kyrie, you're an angel... Thank you..." Nico said, breathlessly.

"No, you're an angel." Kyrie retorted.

Nico chuckled. "I ought to thank your boyfriend tomorrow morning."

Kyrie nodded "Me too."

"Though..." Nico looked down to where Nero was lying, now unconscious. "I think he got plenty out of this too."

Kyrie laughed. "Yeah. I think we all did."