theoldguardkinkmeme | Prompt Post #3

Prompt Post #3

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What the title says. Slight preference for bottom!Nicky, but I'm flexible.

+1 if it's the first time they try it.
+10 for multiple orgasms.
+100 for Nicky being restrained.

Consensual!

I think Joe might be like 5'5?

Because even after all these years Booker still hates the winter/being cold.
Please and thank you.

With the bit about Nicky being restrained, would you prefer restraints like cuffs, or, Joe and/or Booker holding his wrists together with their hands?

Nicky gets heat stroke from wearing that fucking hoodie in hot climates

Oh god I ugly laughed. So hard.

I yearn for a universe in which Booker is, and has always been, a woman (Susanne? Sophie?)

Any ship/scenario.

So Luca Marinelli wears a tiny gold hoop on his ear (I've seen it on him in interviews and photoshoots and red carpet pics so I assume he only wears it when he isn't working)

I wanna see Joe reacting to Nicky wearing a tiny gold hoop earrings please

Nicky spends hours mercilessly massaging Joe's prostate and milking him for all he's worth until he thinks he could seriously die from it. I'm picturing how intent Nicky's eyes would look, with that serious face he has when he's on a mission.

OP

Either way.

Excellent, I'll totally get to this in the next few days

Yusuf would love to spend hours in his lover’s embrace, exploring each other bodies, kissing, bringing each other pleasure at ten different ways, whispering endearments and promised, then falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Nicolo would love to get it over and done with, not even going as far as taking his trousers (breeches?) off.

I can just imagine Nicky rutting on top of Joe while Joe is just sighing and raising his eyes to the heavens, begging for help and inspiration.

This has to be resolved, of course, but what can Yusuf do?

Bonus points if they don’t speak each other languages or barely speak them, so Yusuf can’t just explain to Nicolo that he loves him, he really does, but a) take a bath, dude, sheesh, seriously!, and b) there’s more to sex than a quick handjob

I would love, love to see this!!

It really is so hot, absolutely seconded!

YESS!

Haha, of course they do! Love these idiot granpas, would love to read this!

Omg, fuck yes! This fandom needs more intercrural sex!! I really hope this prompt strikes someone's fancy, I would love to read it! :)

Modern AU on this one!

Joe is teaching Nile how to drive, because Booker would be a little too wasted and Andy doesn't trust anyone with her car except her and Quynh so Joe takes Nile under her wing (she didn't have a lot of time to learn how to drive because of college and she always took the bus anyway so here she is at 24 learning how to drive)

So Joe is instructing her and Nile is cruising along when all of a sudden they hit someone. That someone being Nicky

+Joe being the caring, loving character he is gets out before Nile even stops the car to check on the guy who's sprawled out in the street

++Nicky is a little wound up but he assures the very handsome man with the beautiful face and lovely beard that he is fine, really, sorry for getting in the way but Nicky gets sent to the hospital anyway because he really does look kind of bad

+++The group go with Joe to visit Nicky in the hospital mostly because they want to tease Joe for still managing to get someone's number after hitting them with a car so they wanna see who the lucky guy was

Also if you wanna switch Joe and Nicky's roles be my guest

So while Nicky is more quiet, he definitely is extremely protective of Joe, I mean we all saw how he lunges for Merrick when Merrick was stabbing Joe right?

So I wanna see a scenario where they're on a mission and the big bad guy is holding Joe hostage and Joe gets hurts

And the second Joe is hurt, Nicky is absolutely feral, trying to get the bad guys away from Joe and get Joe to safety and clings to him for days in end because while they are immortal, Nicky can't stand the thought of Joe being gone for even a second

Nicolo is very inexperienced in sex in the early days of their relationship, and he did not expect Yusuf to make so many..........sounds. More than once, he's alarmed that Yusuf is in pain because those are not natural noises.

Is he doing sex wrong or right when Yusuf sounds like a skinned cat that can be heard five camps away???

Cannot deny that Nicolò being completely inexperienced is my headcanon and a kink. So, seconded!

He stood and watched them leave him, trying not to feel anything.

Andy--Boss--whom he would never see again. Joe, Nicky, the closest thing to brothers that he had had in centuries. Nile. A younger sister, perhaps even the daughter he had never had?

Well, not as if he'd know now. They were good people, and deeply, infinitely kind, but they did not forgive readily, if at all. He had at least a hundred years to shift for himself now, more if they wisely decided not to welcome him back to the fold. So. Appealing though it was to simply sleep rough until he starved to death (however many times he could manage in the span of a century), eventually that would be noticed and attract unwanted attention. He needed a steady profession which would permit him to remain more or less in shadows, and required none of the documentation he lacked. Even a simple retail job would want a social security number. A real hassle, those. They made immortal life so much more difficult.

The idea of sex work came quickly; as it turned out, prostitution was legal in London, so long as it wasn't in public. He quickly found the kinds of websites that would lead potential johns to him. This Craig fellow and his wondrous list! Before long he had a system of sorts in place: every three days he would book a handful of clients, never the same twice, always for cash. Booker had always had very few sexual limits, but he flatly refused things like knifeplay or asphyxiation, as his secret could potentially be revealed if something went wrong. He never had much worry where safety was concerned; he couldn't get any STDs, and even if a client proved to be a serial killer, it's not as if he wouldn't just come back to life again later. Not that he'd have particularly minded had the chopping stuck. One less worry on the Guards' minds.

Some cold, lonely part of him, frozen over since Russia, whispered that it was nice to be able to feel wanted even if it was all based on a lie. To have someone greet him warmly, with a kiss, laugh at his jokes, hold him close at night---he hadn't had that since he'd buried his wife. To see desire for him reflected in a partner's eyes as they led him to bed, gentle hands on his body, his pseudonym gasped in ecstacy---all these things, he hadn't even known he was missing.

He could pretend, just for a few short hours, that he was loved.

Oh, in the harsh light of morning as his client snuck out of the flat to get back to their life all such illusions would vanish. He was left a lonely, shame-ridden whore, semen cooling on the sheets. He wasn't a lover, was barely even a 'partner'. He was an experiment. A fling. A mistake. An itch to be scratched. Nothing worth staying for.

Damn it all, he wanted more for himself, whether he deserved it or not. To that end, when he saw the post he immediately responded to it.

Discreet gentleman seeks lovely younger companion to show him a good time in London for the weekend. Let me treat you; all I ask is you be good to me in return.

The price offered was more than Booker could have charged a month's worth of clients. All it took was a few flirty messages exchanged, a tasteful nude sent, and an agreement was made. They would meet for dinner in a little pub along the Thames---a different one from where he'd been exiled---amd from there he and John would spend the weekend together. He'd send half the payment in advance as a show of good faith, and give him the rest when their time together was up.

He was already at the table when Booker walked in---a genial fiftysomething with a wide smile and smoke-colored eyes.

"Hello, David. So pleased you could make it. Come, try the wine. I've taken the liberty of ordering for us."

Nicky and Joe get kidnapped on another mission and the kidnapper couldn't stand them giving each other heart eyes and sweet talk while holding them hostage so they tie Joe and Nicky up back to back

Of course the kidnappers didn't realize it doesn't matter if they're face to face, they'll be lovey dovey despite not being able to look at each other

(Kidnapper is practically begging Andy and Nile and Booker who is newly back from exile to take them back already he can't take anymore of their cuteness ugh)

Excellent! Seconded!

It didn't even occur to him that the wine tasted...off.. Bitter. Wrong in some hard-to-define way. It was strong wine, that much soon became clear; Booker quickly found himself flushed and giggling at all of John's jokes. He discovered, to his chagrin, that he had managed to become drunk. He also realized he didn't care in the slightest. It was remarkably easy, in this state, to become David, the ditzy, free-spirited art student and traveler who would be John's weekend companion. Just for a while, he could let go of Russia, of war, of his dying son cursing his name. Of exile. Of his own traitorous ways.

It wasn't until he stood up to pay the bill that he realized something was wrong. That sweet wine had gone sticky in his mouth, and light-hearted tipsiness had given way to heavy limbs and slurred speech. The room was slowly spinning as John pulled him close, walking him out to an old nondescript dark-colored sedan. He heard at a distance as his captor laughed to the waitress that, 'poor lad had too much wine on an empty stomach' and 'can't for the life of him hold his liquor, poor love', and other such blithe reassurances that this was not in fact a kidnapping. Booker's heart sped up as John wrangled his floppy, useless limbs into the back seat and shoved him down, tossing a blanket over him. In the dark, breathing damp flannel and at the mercy of what felt like a horribly winding road, Booker tried mightily to vomit up whatever he'd been drugged with. To no avail though; carsickness rolled inside him but the nausea never quite peaked. By the time the car stopped he was a sweating bundle of panic, even as he tried to remember that no matter what, he could come back to life afterwards. John came around to the back and scooped Booker up, blanket and all, his feet and one hand dangling free. He tried to headbutt John, hoping that he'd drop him and enable Booker to escape, but he was too dizzy and weak to manage more than smacking his cheek into the man's collarbone as he was carried.

John chuckled and stroked Booker's head.

"Now now, lovey, don't start fighting just yet. Plenty of time that, soon enough."

Booker had a vague impression of a rural cottage, and for some reason the blooming pink roses on the tablecloth as John brought him through the kitchen. He realized sinkingly that they must be headed to the bedroom, though until the door opened, Booker had no idea the truth. John deposited him on a bed with no covers apart from a sheet and what seemed like a sort of waterproof mat. A camera was aimed towards it, and a set of old-fashioned metal handcuffs were chained to the wrought-metal headboard. Hard by was a little rolling table spread with various implements that recalled Kozac's lab. This time he really did gag, head hanging as John shackled him in place and began methodically undressing him. Shoes and socks first, button down shirt, then his jeans, undershirt. At last he was only in his boxers, and suddenly his tormentor withdrew.

"Hello again friends," he addressed the camera, which was apparently now recording, "I'm very excited to introduce to you a new guest performer today. This is David, and we've gained the honor of his company for the next several days! As always, you, the viewer, decide his fate. Last time it was decided that you wanted our next guest to perform for us on camera, so once friend David has got his bearings a bit we'll get on with the show!"

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Prompt Post #3

Nicky/Joe/Booker - double penetration

Re: Comics Nicky/Joe, height difference + big dick

Nicky/Booker/Joe, cuddles

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Gen, Crack

Re: Gen, Crack

Booker, Always a Different Gender

Joe/Nicky + Earring

Joe/Nicky, prostate massage/milking

Re: Nicky/Joe/Booker - double penetration

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Nicky/Joe - Nicky is bad at sex

Re: Nicky/Joe - sexy teaching

Re: Joe/Nicky, premature ejaculation

Re: Nicky/Joe, Death’s POV

Re: Nicky/Joe + Accidentally Sexting In The Group Chat

Re: Joe/Nicky, Intercrural Sex

Nicky/Joe & Accidentally Hitting One Of Them With A Car

Nicky/Joe + Joe Gets Hurt, Nicky Goes FERAL

Nicky/Joe, early days, inexperienced Nicky, Joe is extremely vocal

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Booker/OMC Booker/Joe/Nicky, drugged sex, noncon FILL

Nicky/Joe + Tied Up Back To Back

Re: Nicky/Joe, Joe's body hair

Booker/OMC Booker/Joe/Nicky, drugged sex, noncon FILL 2/?