#chat: nicholas

[indyflanery]

“In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”

@dutyled

Indy couldn't help yawning and clutching his coffee in desperation. He was not used to being up this early...unless it was because he was still up from the previous night. "Oh good. I assume you're saying that just because it's summer." He yawned again before offering the other man a sluggish smirk. "Remind me again why you needed me, in particular, for this project again. Is it just because I managed to not kill us the last time you wanted my help?"

[indyflanery]

An eyebrow went up as the archaeologist sat up straighter and looked over the pages that were put on display for him. His Welsh was non-existent and the archaic predecessors were virtually impossible. Indy could only pick out a word hear and there he thought he might be able to recognize from cognates alone. As much as it killed him to admit it, he would have to take the royal's word for what the book contained.

"And what, exactly, is it that you need from me?" Indy couldn't help asking. "Say I did believe you, I doubt I have more influence than you do over ongoing excavations on Salisbury Plain, and my father is more the medieval literature expert. I'm finding I'm at a loss for my part of the whole thing." He gestured toward Nicholas. "Explain it to me further."

"MOST OF US ARE." NICHOLAS ADJUSTED HIS JACKET before he got the book out and flipped to the marked page. The book was ancient and worn. He had snuck it out of the royal archives. Only him and Indiana knew he was in possession of it.

Turning it around so he could see it himself. "I didn't have this commission if that is what you are implying. The palace has a secret archive that houses untold items from over the centuries. All of which include Arthur Pendragon's birth decree and his son's. Tedros Pendragon." He knew he could spot a skeptic from a mile away.

"Yes, that is what I said." He was trying to be as patient as he could. Williams didn't need Jones looking at him like a liar. "Camelot is hidden from sight. Albion is protected by a veil. Only the worthy can pass the magical barrier. I believe we can gain entry near Stonehenge. There we should be able to get to Lake Avalon, but I need your help."

[vvaywardangel]

"The price for freedom is high, it always has been, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay."

@rubiesintherough

It was a risk, seeking help outside of Heaven, but Castiel reasoned that most beings on Earth would have a vested interest in averting the apocalypse. Destruction benefited no one there, and he wasn't altogether positive it would benefit Heaven either, regardless of God's Plan. As far as he knew, God wasn't around to enforce it, so he was making it up as he went.

It was a new and rather uncomfortable state for him. Angels were made to follow orders, and here he was, going off-book for the love of a couple of wayward humans. He allowed a small smile to crack that usually stoic exterior, slowly extending a hand as he echoed Dean's earlier words to him. "Then welcome to Team Free Will."

[spaltedrat]

cowgirl yuri for thy weary soul

[hashtagcaneven]

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[lunicho]

How does &TEAM tell you they want to fuck you?

kei: straightforward,, he'll come up behind u and wrap his arms around u,, he'd kiss ur ear and down ur neck to ur shoulders and he'll whisper in ur ear a whole bunch of things he wants to do to u,, how he wants to treat u like a little princess 😖

fuma: straightforward pt2!!! no need to beat around the bush! more often than not you're the one getting all needy and who is he to not take care of his baby! but when he is needy he'll tell you that he wants to make u feel good and how much he's missed u and wanted u.

nicho: filthy. will kiss you and tell you he's missed you on his cock, how he can't stop thinking about you and how bad he wants to be bawls deep in you. he's graphic too cuz!!! he's so vocal about what he wants like he does not care. he also just has this demeanor abt him when he wants u like his bedroom eyes would go so crazy 😣

ej: so shy omg. i feel like he'd be kinda like a puppy, just drawing circles on your thigh until you ask him if he's alright. he'd speak up but only when you give him the opportunity to <3. like when u ask if he wants something he'll shyly tell you how much he's missed u and how good u look and how bad he wants ur lips on his and 😖😖

yuma: perv!! will touch u randomly, pulling u in for kisses but slightly dipping his hand into the back of ur pants, putting his hand on ur thigh and slightly pushing against ur crotch,,, things like that, he'll make u want him so ur both needy,, teamwork!!

jo: definitely doesn't use his words,, i could see him kinda snuggling into you. i don't see him really being the type to initiate much in general so i feel like he might just try to play it off as innocent kissing but he'd get a little handsy and he'd hope you take the hint :(

harua: knows what he wants and when he wants it! when the time is right he'll run the back of his hand against ur arms or he might kiss you and move your hand onto him before he tells u he wants u.

taki: let's be real, you'll be able to tell without him saying anything. idk abt y'all but taki is a humper in my mind,, he'll grind against u or random things and you'll just be able to tell by the way he looks at u 🤷🏾‍♀️

[checkadii]

… “judged FOR* doing as I ought” MAN

Anyways. Servants and King by Radical Face,,,

[asheroixart]

tiktok hated this one

[starryjake]

a threesome with them would fix me 😐

[rush-the-stars]

omg I've been thinking about that anon who asked about inexperienced reader who didn't know how to kiss and if you might expand on that,,

perhaps a drabble?

pairing: nicholas d. wolfwood x reader

cw: reader referred to as “girl.”

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“you’ve kissed someone before, yeah?” nicholas asks, his hands sliding around the curve of your waist, drawing you into him. you stand between his parted legs, looking down at him. warmth seeps through you at every place you touch, burns you.

sears you.

and you think if he took his hands away, it would somehow leave scorch marks.

you swallow hard. his lashes are a dark fan of ink against his cheek.

“yes—yeah, i’ve kissed someone before.” you snap. waspish. defensive.

his brows lift a little in disbelief, “you’re trembling like a leaf, sweetheart. you seem nervous.”

“i’m not—!”

“easy,” he hushes you like a spooked little animal. “it’s alright. you wanna go slow?”

you shiver. at the tone. at the way he looks up at you. at his thumb rubbing soothingly into the bend of your hip.

you swallow hard. then you nod, jerky, quick.

“okay—“ he breathes, squeezing your waist lightly, “alright, lets go slow.”

and then, moving as carefully as he can, he lets a hand of his slowly move down your waist, over your thigh. it settles in the crook of your knee, gently pulling so you move to his whims.

straddling his waist.

you hover over him a little for a moment, unsure, and he coos. rubs his hand over your hips and sides, not too high, not too low, until you settle, as delicately as possible, into his lap.

“there ya go,” he murmurs as your hands come up to his shoulders and fist into his shirt, “that’s right. hold on to me.”

your face twists a little as heat engulfs it. “you’re so—“

embarrassing.

but it gets stuck in your throat.

he’s looking up at you, soft lidded and earnest. rubbing at your back and hips so slowly and gently.

“you wanna kiss me?” he murmurs.

your heart kicks and jumps like a spooked rabbit, little feet thumping the earth as it tries to bolt away.

he leans forward just a little, nose brushing yours, just in your space. you can smell his aftershave. you can smell—him.

you’re trembling.

“hm?” he hums, his lips parted just beneath yours, “you wanna say it for me, baby?”

your stomach flutters. your mind sort of—

you furrow your brows. almost pouting—almost with a strange well of tears that suddenly bubbles to the surface. is he teasing you? is he being mean?

“we don’t have to,” he says now, pulling away fractionally, “what do you want?”

“i wanna—“ you unstick your voice, “will you kiss me? please?”

“aren’t you polite?” he says and you taste the curve of his smile more than you see it, feel it slanted against your lips in a soft touch.

he lingers, but the kiss is chaste. his stubble scrapes gently. you want—

he pulls away fractionally, eyes flickering up to check on you, but then you tip forward again and he returns your kiss with a little less fervor—

slower. gentler. coaxing.

he—teaches you—

a longer kiss this time, pressing a little deeper and then.

his tongue, gentle, a small flick of it.

you open for him. bloom like a flower.

he hums, the first time he licks into your mouth.

your fingers are curled so tensely in his shirt, that you fear you’ll tear at a seam. but you can’t—you’re so—he’s so—

“okay?” he murmurs against your lips and when you nod, dazedly, he returns almost instantly.

he kisses you deeper. a little harder.

nips at your bottom lip until you make a little noise against him. and then he does it again, slower, pulling at your lip a little—

teaching you.

and then the next time, you give a little nip to him. and you can feel him smile, you can feel him squeeze your hips.

“atta girl, that’s it.” he hums, drawing you closer, hitching your hips tighter to his. “you’re a fast learner.”

you bury your head into his throat, hiding, as you grumble, “you’re an eager teacher.”

he laughs and you can feel it in his chest, reverberate against your own. his stubbly jaw scrapes against your cheek affectionately.

“i’ve got more to teach you,” he says, voice dark and soft, “if you’ll be my willing student.”

you nip at his neck shyly, as if to retaliate, and he tosses his head back, and squeezes at your waist again.

“i’ll take that as a yes, you brat.”

[aimfor-theheart]

cielo,, how does nico react to you shifting around in his lap when you're in public w friends,, if you'd have any ideas,,,

of course i have ideas anon. of course. pls enjoy 💗

pairing: nicholas d. wolfwood x gender neutral reader

cw: sweetheart pet name used, flirting…suggestive…

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the night is young and warm and hazy—the moon is a shy curve in the sky, glowing beneath thin clouds that amble by. the stars are dancing and bright, like girls in the night, heavendrunk and giddy.

on the patio of an old dive bar in the middle of nowhere, you sit in nicholas’ lap.

vash and meryl and milly are around the table. their drinks are almost empty—you’re just shy of finishing your own. the card game has just begun. some old one vash likes to play and milly claims she used to play with all her siblings. nicholas knows it because—well, when doesn’t he know a card game?

you and meryl are new to it but meryl has that determined little furrow to her brow. she’s set her jaw. she wants to win.

but you’re in nico’s lap, sitting pretty with your bare legs thrown over his. one arm looped around his neck so you can lean back into him and look at his hand of cards. he claims he’s tryin’ to teach you.

you haven’t been paying enough attention.

it’s a rare night that you really indulge in displays of affection this large, especially around the group, but you’re all a little tipsy and soft-hearted and there had only been four chairs around the table. they’d all taken their seat and nico, without missing a beat, had pulled you right in to his lap. fit you snug against him.

meryl hadn’t even said a peep about it, who usually complains if you get a little overly affectionate in front of her. instead, she’d just kept chatting away to you like nothing had ever happened. like you weren’t perched in nick’s lap with one of his arms looped around your waist.

vash eyes you a little funny from time to time—staring a little too long at you or nico. you catch him once glancing down to nico’s hands on the curve of your waist or softness of your thighs.

you don’t really mind.

“alright, sweetheart, let’s see what we got.” nico says to you, leaning back in his chair so no one can see his cards except you, nestled close to him.

you lay your head against his sternum to look, tucking beneath his chin. his arms are looped around you to fan the cards out for the two of you to see.

seems like a good hand to you—two queens, a jack, and a ten. you don’t say a peep, though, and you feel nico sigh beneath you. he nudges his nose to your temple absentmindedly.

he smells like the faded cologne he wears—grisalva and amber and leather. and a little like the sun, after a long day beneath it. bourbon on his breath. tobacco.

you nuzzle into him—you forget yourself for a moment. you have half a mind to dot little kisses against his jaw, maybe a little nip of your teeth—

“what card should we put down?” he murmurs, voice rumbling and low. you can feel it vibrate in his chest.

you squirm a little and sluggishly return your focus to the cards.

you eye them. then eye the card meryl put down.

you tap one of the queens.

“good call,” he says and leans forward, jostling you a little to put it down on the table.

“damn,” vash says and he’s got a flush on his face. you think it’s from the drink—he’s got the same drink as nico. something strong and stiff—milly does, too. she likes to keep up with the boys. “i’ve got a shit hand.” he laughs, nudging down a four.

you and meryl have something a little sweeter—peach and honey and liquor.

you don’t really know how the game is going.

when the round is over and nico throws down his cards, the table groans.

“i really thought i had him!” meryl cries.

“you’ll get him next time, meryl!” milly encourages, sliding the cards into her hands, collecting them all.

“hard to beat him this round.” vash agrees, looking at you.

with nico’s hands free, he squeezes your thigh, your waist. “got my lucky charm right here.”

vash’s eyes flicker. you squirm. vash quickly takes a sip of his drink, averting his attention.

“meryl, if you want, i can start cheatin’ for you.”

nico bounces his knees a little, jostling you, “you’d betray me like that?”

he hitches his chin over your shoulder to rub his stubbly cheek against your own. you can’t help but laugh a little, the soft, high way you do when it’s just you and nico. giggly and sweet.

“you always win card games.” you reply, “i’m rooting for meryl this time.”

he nudges his nose against your jaw and—

you wanna kiss him. you wanna turn in his arms and straddle his waist and you wanna—

your hips shift a little. his hand squeezes your thigh. maybe in warning.

“while i appreciate the support, i need to win fair and square.” meryl announces and the flush in her face, all rosy, is certainly from the drink. she hardly pays you or nico any mind.

“atta girl, meryl!” milly says, beginning to deal the cards again.

nico’s got his arms around you again to hold up the cards. you’re not really thinking of much except that he’s so big and solid beneath you and you wish his hands would do something else than hold some cards.

he has some rings on his fingers and you eye them.

you squirm again, imagining those fingers between your legs or in your mouth or—

this time, he rumbles in your ear, low and soft and just for you, “sit still.”

which only makes you want to move more.

he hums as he looks at his cards.

you have half a mind to purr, to wrap your arms around him and just melt into his embrace, let him have you whatever way he wants. and though nico can be a brute, he tries not to react to the way you shift again.

the game unfolds.

you try to stay patient but it’s proving difficult.

your hips shift fractionally, an aborted little rock, and you feel—

you feel that he’s hard and.

heat rushes through you, cracks through you like a lightning strike to an old, dry tree. and—

and you want more.

“how much longer until the game is over?” you try for casualness. nico huffs.

“probably a half hour or so,” milly says and then she looks dead at you and asks very cheerfully, “why? in a rush?”

vash coughs into his drink.

you feel heat rush to your face. “no!” you reply quickly, “i’m just gettin’ tired.”

“poor baby,” meryl mocks, “i better hurry up and win then.”

nico remains strangely silent. but when you shift again, he grabs your waist tight. he stills you. he doesn’t let you move like that again.

he finishes his drink—he tosses down his cards.

meryl shouts, cheering. she’s won finally and with it, the whole game.

“good play, stryfe.” nico grunts, “you caught on fast.”

“that’s what i do!” she boasts, clinking her glass with milly’s, then vash’s. then yours.

“and now you’re free to go—“ meryl looks at the pair of you and she flusters a little finally, “uh—sleep.”

vash laughs and milly chimes in, “beauty rest is important, after all.”

“yeah, yeah,” nico waves them off, “i need a smoke. and to sleep.” he says, more to you, as he urges you up with a little tap to your thigh. you hop up.

you bid your friends goodnight, downing the rest of your drink, before skipping a little to catch up to nico. the moment you’re beside him, his big hand comes down on the nape of your neck, and he pulls you in close.

you cozy up to him.

“you think you’re cute?” nico asks, leaning down a little, “squirming in my lap the whole damn night?”

“couldn’t help it,” you try to shrug, smiling up at him with a little too much innocence, “was feeling antsy.”

“you’re a brat.” he says, “you need better manners, sweetheart. i was enjoying myself.”

“oh i know,” you say, “i felt that—“

he swats your bottom and you yelp his name, scandalized and quickly glancing behind you to see if anyone saw. no one in sight. he guides you back to your room.

“maybe i’ll teach you some, huh?” he asks but he’s not really asking. you feel warmth hit your face. you peak up at him.

he squeezes the nape of your neck as his dark eyes find yours.

a fissure of heat, like lightning bursting across the sky.

“maybe a lesson in patience.” he says and though his tone is light, you hear the barb in it somewhere, catch the flash of his teeth when he smiles at you.

your stomach flips.

you have a feeling you’re in for a long night.

[indyflanery]

Even royalty could not be unaffected by early mornings it seemed, Indy privately mused with a smirk. That made him feel slightly better about being up this early. Not by much, mind you, but some.

The archaeologist took a health gulp of his drink before blinking tiredly as he waited for the caffeine to catch up with him. "I'm glad my sheer, dumb luck is valued for some reason," he mumbled to himself before speaking up. "I don't know how much discretion is going to count when we're the only ones around the site looking for hints to find a fabled sword. It tends to look more suspicious...just saying."

@indyflanery

FIVE BLOODY IN THE MORNING... Nicholas caught himself and covered his mouth when a yawn escaped. It was too early for even him. He was insistent on them to get a start on traveling to their destination soon. "Hardly." The prince wished it was not so difficult for him. "We need to get moving soon... because I told you I need discretion and someone who has a knack to get out of dangerous situations." The road to Excalibur would not be an easy one. Even he had known it might cause their deaths.

[raekensluver]

ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ — ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀs ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴠᴇᴢ

[tropicalcontinental]

Derivative of a Derivative

[artmsdoll]

guys imagine nico looking at u in the eyes when he eats u o- *GUNSHOTS*

[lunicho]

Now all I can think about is giving him hickeys on his pretty tummy and kissing up n down his v line RAHHHHH *wolf ripping off shirt meme*

Nico is a werewolf who goes feral over the full moon im a werewolf who goes feral every time I see him we are not the same 🤨☝️😋

-😵‍💫

i feel like nicholas loves this kind of attention from his partner. he loves when u admire him and love every part of him. u can feel the way his stomach tenses and flexes when ur lips brush against his skin. he lets out low moans when u suck and nibble on his skin, leaving behind little marks. his hips roll a little when u get to his v line, his body getting more and more eager for u. ugh he just loves moments like this, his hands would be caressing your face or touching your hair, whatever he can, he just needs his hands on you 😩