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In for this lovely ride ❤️

😂😂😂 sorry for the confusion. Now I’m picturing someone reading and going ‘this isn’t the right prompt’. It’s just what came to me idk 🤷🏾‍♀️ But I’m glad you liked it so far.

I don’t think I’ve ever read stuff with this kink but somehow this prompt got me interested and you did a good job 👏 Booker and I are in the little boat over the desperation. 👍

🔥🔥🔥 omg SO HOT

OP again - no need to apologize!!! this is so hot, and I love it so far!

prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2444381#cmt2444381

summary:
“Yusuf,” he murmurs against his ear, head buzzing with the flowery-spicy scent of Yusuf’s hair.

A content little hum rumbles through his beloved, but he doesn’t stir. Nicolo snakes an arm around his waist, splaying a possessive hand over his abdomen, cock pulsing at the muscles that ripple below his palm.

“Yusuf, my love,” he tries again, the strain of lust cutting through his whisper.

Yusuf hums again, and Nicolo gently presses his pelvis against Yusuf’s unclothed rear. The heat from Yusuf’s naked body already has Nicolo breaking a sweat, and the sensation of his prick pushing against firm muscle sends bolts of lightning up his rigid spine.

Nicolo exhales, vocal, fingers tensing, almost capitulating to his urge to reach lower when Yusuf’s breathing changes. He groans, seeking Nicolo’s hand for a reassuring squeeze before mumbling, “Nicolo?”

Alternatively: Nicolo is too aroused to fall asleep. Maybe Yusuf can help tire him out.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27633950

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27634004

🔥🔥🔥🔥 I love this

omg authoranon, when she woke up?!?!?
oh out girl is in soooo much trouble....

Thank you! I’m very flattered that you gave it a try even though it’s not usually your thing :)

"They are very slow, aren't they?"

Booker looks at her slowly, eyes flickering first at the door in case anyone comes barging in to interrupt their talk. It happened three times, ever since they found a language both knew but that wouldn't be too easy to eavesdrop. Booker did his best to explain cameras and microphones, but there were limits to the dead language Andromache had taught him more than a century ago in a fit of boredom, and which currently only about the five of them spoke. Quỳnh didn't mind. She got the gist of what he meant.

"What do you mean?"

"That they haven't even figured out you have been pregnant recently enough you're still nursing," Quỳnh says, watching as Booker flinches. "How long has it been? I can smell it in you, but you haven't filled enough to drip, so six months? Eight?"

"Three," he whispers, hand drifting to his lower belly. He catches her question before she asks it. "She's… she's not with me anymore."

"Is she with your alpha?" Booker stares at her wide-eyed, and Quỳnh frowns. "What? We have nothing to do until the change of shifts, might as well talk about what I missed."

"I don't have an alpha."

Quỳnh snorts. "Of course you do. Sure, it's not a full bond, but it's halfway there." She looks him over, all color fleeing his face. "You said it yourself, the things they were giving you were supposed to induce your heat, but weren't working for some reason. The reason is you have an incomplete bond, and you won't go into heat unless your alpha is present."

"Putain de merde…"

"Why did you think they didn't try it on me?" she asked, getting ready to pounce on the person who would come through the door at any moment. "My bond is perceptible to anyone, it would've been useless."

"I was thinking along the lines that nothing they gave you managed to keep you down for longer than a handful of heartbeats." Quỳnh grins, and the door opens. Their escape plan is in motion.

The man fights like a raging bull, muscling through doors and guards by brute force; when his lack of precision fails, he makes it up with improvisation, and sheer strength. It’s effective, Quỳnh can’t deny him that, but she also sees the gaps left by his inexperience, his youth—even if his body looks older than hers, he’s still a child at this game—and the absence of a firmer hand steering him through the movements, to hone his skills into perfect sharpness. She can see a little of Andromache in a feint, Yusuf and Nicolò in a roll, and yet most of it seems to be only Sebastièn himself.

A fight is a fight, and Quỳnh has seen enough of the world already that even the obvious changes have little power to bother her. A weapon is a weapon, she thinks, pressing the trigger in her gun and watching another man fall down with a spray of blood, and all men still bleed the same. It’s easy to fall into step with Booker when he’s all she’s seen for so long.

“Ferma!”

Nicolò’s voice means Yusuf isn’t far behind, and she sees them, wide-eyed and alert, as Booker sags in relief a few steps ahead of her after a bend in the corridor. They quickly take stock of the situation, of their bare feet trailing their own blood through glass shards, and other’s blood staining their flimsy clothes. Her heart swells at the sight of them, still unchanged, still the same.

“Andy and Nile went up to destroy their databases,” Yusuf says, beckoning them to follow Nicolò. Quỳnh sees Booker try to take the rear, a little further behind, just to be promptly pushed back to the middle by Yusuf. “And get the doctor, so she can’t try this shit again.”

“What about cloud stored info?” Booker asks.

“Copley is taking care of that,” Nicolò answers, “Our part was just the physical data and rescue. We have some five minutes before it all blows up.”

So little of what they say makes sense that tuning them out isn’t an issue, and Quỳnh lets herself be lulled by the rhythm of fighting and moving in group as one. When her Andromache joins them, followed closely by the new one, Quỳnh almost forgets where she is, and that there’s people after their blood; how could any of it matters when she can finally feel her beloved’s skin under her hands, the smell of her in the middle of a fight? None of that should matter, if only a scratch along Andromache’s cheek weren’t still sluggishly bleeding, when it should have closed as fast as it opened. As it were, she lets the new one urge them ahead, and in doing so she catches the look she shares with Booker over Andromache’s shoulder. She would know what it meant even without the dreams to tell her, even without the longing she heard in Sebastièn’s voice.

There’s a crack, loud and deep as thunder, and she feels the building shudder. They move through more stairs than she ever saw at once, down and down without stopping, even though there are many attempts at stopping them. Quỳnh finds herself shielding Andromache to mirror the others, vowing to herself that she won’t lose her right not, not when she just got her back. The new one, Nile—Booker’s alpha, whether he realises it or not—takes the lead as naturally as breathing, though she does stop once to berate Andromache back into shelter. Nicolò’s little smile makes it seem like an usual debate.

Andromache and Nile usher them into the back of a… transport, she guesses, while Nicolò and Yusuf take the front. Booker sags down to the floor even before it starts moving, rumbling loudly and madly out of their prison, leaving Andromache to step over the sprawl of his long legs, but not without tousling his hair gently.

“Hello, love,” Quỳnh says once the silence stretches on too long after Andromache crouches down in front of her. The hands cupping her cheeks, the back of her neck, are still the same. The smell of her lover after a fight was still the same. The tears on her cheeks are not just her own, and there are no more words between them while they make their escape.

Quỳnh loses track of time as they speed away, lulled to comfort by Andromache’s touch. It’s only when a sharp turn jolts them violently that she looks at the two other occupants of the strange carriage’s back. There’s a stiffness around them, with Booker still slumped on the floor and Nile standing as still as she can with a hand firmly clenched around a rail, the hurt drifting out of her in palpable waves, but the longing… They were evenly matched on that.

“Nile…” Quỳnh hears Booker whisper, a bitten off plea.

Nile’s jaw jumps, eyes shining, and she holds out for a second, two. She folds down like a puppet with its strings cut.

“You stupid, emotionally constipated asshole, you—”

Booker chuckles wetly against her forehead, cradling her in his lap. His hands hesitate up until she buries her face on the crook of his neck, sniffling; he hugs her tightly to his chest, muttering choked off apologies for something Quỳnh knows not. In the end, she doesn’t think it matters much.

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We're very, very close! I think we have one part story and... three epilogues, of sorts... It's a bit dumb, three epilogues, but it's what they are, so?

Joe laid Nicky down onto the mattress, kissing the top of his head softly before he went over to the window. He grabbed one the cardboard boxes they had sitting in their bedroom from the latest online delivery and the masking tape from the desk.

“What are you doing?” Nicky asked with a laugh, watching as Joe carefully tore the box at the seams.

“Making sure that all my hard work doesn’t go to waste,” Joe said with a wink, and he opened the blinds. Sunlight poured in and Nicky hissed, turning his head away and flinging his arm over his eyes.

Joe looked back on his lover fondly before he started lining up the cardboard box and taping it to the edge of the window. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do until Nile and Andy came back with proper black out curtains. Nicky sighed with relief as Joe dropped the blinds once more.

“Now,” Joe said with a little grin before he grabbed the end of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Let’s get you ready.”

Nicky turned his head and smiled, his eyes growing dark with lust as they tracked Joe’s movements. His hands moved to the belt tied at his waist, the soft robe opening to reveal the rest of his body still damp from his soak in the bath.

Joe groaned to see his husband’s body splayed out for him, still wearing his robe, but completely exposed from neck to toe. Joe walked over, kneeling at the edge of the bed with Nicky’s body between his legs. He ran his hands slowly down Nicky’s body- down his chest, over the delicate skin of his stomach, and then to the soft hips and plush ass that Joe could never get enough of. Nicky whined low in his throat as he thrust his hips up toward Joe, the soft cock laying against his thigh perking up slightly as Joe touched him.

“I think we’ll ease you into it,” Joe said, his eyes still feasting on the tableau. “You were in the bath for too long. I’ll get the lotion.”

Nicky groaned, and flopped back against the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a soft thump. Joe chuckled, getting up and walking quickly over to their dresser to get the supplies. A bottle of body lotion was the first thing he grabbed, but he decided to grab the lube and the vibrating prostate massager that they’d only used once so far.

Joe turned his head back around and sighed in longing as he caught Nicky pulling the robe off his shoulders, revealing more of his creamy white skin. Joe bit his lip as he took a moment to admire it although the dark bruises under Nicky’s eyes and the sheer exhaustion in his motions hurried Joe back to him.

“Move up the bed, tesoro,” Joe said, encouraging Nicky to scoot up and Joe pulled the robe up with him. It would be easier to clean the robe later than it would to clean the duvet.

Nicky eyed the toy hungrily, making Joe smile, but he grabbed the bottle of lotion instead and pumped a generous amount into his hand. He rubbed it into Nicky’s chest, laughing when the cool touch of the lotion made Nicky jump. Joe ignored the kick to his thigh and leaned over his lover, his knees parting Nicky’s thighs as he maneuvered himself onto the bed. Using both hands now he spread the lotion down his chest, onto his belly and then up to his shoulders, leaving shiny wet trails of gorgeously moisturized skin in his wake. Joe paused to pump more lotion into his hands, taking a moment to let it heat up as Nicky waited patiently, his large blue eyes staring up at him with intense adoration.

Joe worked the lotion onto his arms next, taking his lover’s left arm first and slicking him up, rubbing his skin in smooth circles from his shoulder to the rough skin of his elbow and then to his lovely pruning hands. Joe spent a generous amount of time with his hand, his thumb digging into and massaging into the flesh of his palm before he moved onto the fingers. Joe laced their fingers together, kissing Nicky’s knuckles as he caressed the inside of Nicky’s wrist.

Nicky sighed, eyes fluttering from the attention. Joe was pleased to see his lover relax, but he knew this wouldn’t be nearly enough to exhaust Nicky into sleeping.

Joe released the hand and grabbed the bottle of lotion again, moving onto the other arm. It was slow-going, but Joe didn’t mind and neither did Nicky, it felt like years since they’d been able to devote this kind of time to each other, instead of just the few months since the meet up in Morocco. Joe let his thoughts stray from where that line of thinking led, not willing to poison this moment with thoughts of betrayal and heartache.

Instead, Joe moved down Nicky’s torso again, rubbing the lotion into his sides and his hips, thumbs rubbing delicate circles into the joints connecting his hips to his thighs. Nicky shifted restlessly beneath him, but Joe ignored his growing need, shifting his attention to his husband’s plush thighs instead.

He kneaded the flesh of one thigh, pulling the leg up so that it was nearly pinned to Nicky’s chest. Joe leaned forward, kissing the delicate skin at the back of Nicky’s knee and smiling when he felt the shudder running through him. Joe went back to it, massaging him from his knees to his toes and spending a good amount of time with the soles of his feet, relishing the muffled sighs and squirming that generated.

Joe pushed Nicky’s leg up further, his knee nearly to his neck as he caressed the ample flesh of his exquisite behind. His thumb dug into the crease closer to Nicky’s hole and Joe watched as Nicky slid his other leg open, revealing more of the dusky pink pucker hidden away between his round cheeks.

Joe released Nicky’s leg, picking up the other and kissing the thin flesh of his ankle before pressing it to his chest as he did with the other, worshipping the beautiful, gentle man who he had been lucky enough to share his life with for over nine centuries.

“Joe, please,” Nicky begged as he lay limp against the mattress, his breathing heavy as Joe grasped the other cheek in his hand.

“Let’s turn you over, amore,” Joe said with a wink. He grabbed Nicky’s hips and flipped him, Nicky contributing next to nothing in the endeavor.

“Joe,” Nicky moaned as Joe rubbed more of the lotion into his back.

“Patient, my love,” Joe said as he worked. “This is a good position for what we’re doing next anyway.”

Nicky turned his head, peeking at Joe from over his shoulder as he raised his rump just a little from where his hips were resting against the bathrobe. Joe leaned down and kissed his tailbone as he kneaded the firm, round flesh of his ass between his hands. Nicky’s skin was turning a healthy, glowing pink from all the attention and Joe couldn’t wait to make him turn red.

Joe grabbed the lube this time, spreading Nicky’s legs further apart with his knees as he did so and using his other hand to encourage him to tilt his hips up. Nicky obliged, his ass eagerly perked in his direction and Joe felt his cock throb with desire at the sight.

Joe leaned down, spreading the cheeks apart before he planted a wet kiss to the tight little pucker. Nicky moaned above him, and Joe’s tongue darted out, swirling against the rim and making Nicky moan louder.

Joe hunkered down into a more comfortable position between Nicky’s legs, grabbing his lover’s ass between his hands again and parting the cheeks as wide as he could before getting to work. He made it wet and sloppy, sucking on the edges of his hole and swirling his tongue just that little bit in, more and more as Nicky managed to relax into it after the initial excitement. Saliva dribbled down from Nicky’s hole and from Joe’s mouth, dampening his beard with it.

Joe tugged on the rim with the edge of his finger and dug his tongue in deeper than before, wiggling it into the warm center of his lover. Joe pulled back a bit, admiring his work in flushed skin and trembling thighs.

Joe released one of Nicky’s cheeks to grab the bottle of lube again, flicking open the cap with his thumb and squeezing a dollop directly onto Nicky’s pucker. Joe chuckled as Nicky shivered, kissing one of his cheeks in apology before he used his index finger to push the lube inside before it had a chance to slide down.

Joe dipped the tip of his finger inside, tugging gently at the edge of his rim as he slid the digit in and out. He worked his way up to the second knuckle, slowly fucking him as his rim clung desperately against him. It wasn’t long until his entire index finger sunk inside his lover, the plush cheeks of his ass hugging Joe’s hand and making him groan at the sight.

Joe worked his finger into Nicky a few more times, pulling back when his lover attempted to push back onto him. He kept the pace and rhythm steady; his goal was to drive Nicky into a frenzy of lust so intense that it would exhaust him completely. It was delicate work and something Joe did not get the opportunity to do often, so he was determined to savor this.

Joe slipped his middle finger in after a moment, laughing silently at Nicky sigh of relief. He squeezed some more lube onto his fingers before plunging back inside, working the lube as deep as he could and scissoring his fingers gently open, tugging against the reddening rim more and more. Nicky continued to move with the rhythm of his hand, pushing back and trying to meet him at every thrust.

Joe picked up the pace, fucking Nicky deeper and harder as the rim loosened around him. He crooked his fingers just a bit, able to find Nicky’s sweet spot in seconds, his lover’s body just as familiar to him as his own. Nicky whimpered, hole clenching around him reflexively before he spread his legs further, giving Joe more room to work his way inside him.

“You’re doing so well, habibi,” Joe whispered into the flesh of his cheek before giving it a kiss, tasting the lotion he’d been using earlier against his lips.

“Joe, please,” Nicky groaned, pushing harder against Joe’s palm, trying to get the slim fingers into him further. “Fuck me harder, I can’t-“

“You can,” Joe said, pulling his fingers out again and pouring more lube over three of them this time. “You can take everything I give you, my love, and you look so beautiful doing it. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Nicky was nearly silent as Joe plunged three fingers back into his hole, and Joe could imagine his face, eyes screwed shut and mouth open and panting with desire as Joe fucked him with his hand, fingers brushing over his prostate with every thrust.

“Can you come like this?” Joe asked softly, leaning back to eye Nicky’s rock-hard cock that was dribbling against the fabric of the robe. “I’m going to wring so much pleasure from you, my love. Give me your first orgasm just like this. I want to see you squeezing around my fingers, chasing your pleasure. And then I want to see you do it again.”

“Joe,” Nicky moaned, long and drawn out as he clenched around Joe’s fingers and came.

Joe laughed with delight, kissing Nicky’s cheek again as he continued to work his fingers into his love, not giving him a chance to recover as he continued his assault against Nicky’s sweet spot. It was something they’d learned the art of centuries ago, well after they’d learned that their bodies no longer required rest after orgasm. They’d had some… interesting nights testing the limits of that early on in their relationship. Joe was eager and willing to put it to work here when Nicky needed it most.

“Joe, please, please, please,” Nicky whispered into the mattress, hips jerking back and forth, his cock swinging with the motion of it. His first orgasm having been dry and his second shaping up to be much the same.

“Come on, Nicky,” Joe said as he upped his pace, the meat of his palm slapping wetly against Nicky’s ass as he fucked him as hard as he could, the ache in his forearm building as he coaxed another orgasm out of him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicky said, his hole clenching around Joe again, squeezing erratically as Nicky pushed as far back as possible.

Joe held him in place, his lover close but not quite there yet, and kept thrusting into him until Nicky finally jerked, gasping his pleasure as his entire body shuddered. Joe’s fingers slowed down, still thrusting inside him but no longer stroking his prostate. He waited until Nicky had slumped bonelessly back down onto the bed before pulling his fingers from inside him, admiring as the puffy edges of his hole tried desperately to keep him inside.

“I think you’re ready now, love,” Joe said with a grin as he lifted himself back up to unbutton his jeans. He tugged them down his hips, his underwear with them, and slid them off completely, kicking them to the floor with a flick of his leg.

Nicky groaned again, but perked up, raising his hips and spreading his legs again to give him the beautiful sight of his well-fucked hole. Joe groaned at the sight, picking up the lube once again and spreading a good amount on his cock, hissing at the cool sensation as he slicked himself up with his hand. He did the same to Nicky, but this time taking the leftover lube already warmed up from his body and pressing his fingers inside his hole, wetting the rim until it was glistening once again.

“Ready, my love?” Joe said as he lined himself up. The sight of his own throbbing length leaking against his lover’s needy hole was driving him mad with lust.

“Please, Joe, I need you,” Nicky told him, pressing back to clench around the leaking tip of Joe’s cock. “Fuck me, amore, I can’t stand it anymore.”

That was all Joe needed to hear, and he grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it to press further inside. There was a moment of resistance before the head popped inside, swallowed by Nicky’s hole and Joe held back a whimper as he slowly sunk into his husband’s heavenly heat. It was a testament to how well Joe had managed to prepare Nicky that he was able to sink up to the hilt on the first thrust. Joe groaned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on either side of Nicky’s head as he held his hips flush against Nicky’s plush ass.

Nicky pushed back, clenching around Joe so hard that he saw stars. Joe swore that his husband would cause his death one day like this. Sometimes it felt like his heart couldn’t take it.

Joe waited a moment, both of them breathing heavily as Nicky was impaled by Joe’s thick cock. The leaking tip tickling his insides and the slight pressure against his sensitive prostate promising him overwhelming pleasure. After a few minutes, ones that felt like hours, Joe pulled back and the wet slide of his cock against Nicky’s hole making him shiver and brace himself.

Joe slammed back inside of him, forcing the air out of his lungs as his hips thrust against his ass, the slap of flesh against flesh ringing in Nicky’s ears as Joe began to pound into him. It was all he could do to stay upright as waves of pleasure began to wash over him once again.

Joe pushed himself back up slowly, pace never faltering as he drove his cock into his lover. The sight of those cheeks spread around him, that glistening hole clenching against him with every thrust drove every rational thought from Joe’s mind. All he knew was that he needed to pleasure Nicky to within an inch of his life and he set himself hard at work doing it.

Nicky’s ass rippled with the impact of Joe’s hips against him, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He felt breathless as he chased his pleasure, tilting his hips just enough so that Joe was brushing fully against his sweet spot with every thrust, making his toes clench and his knees shake from the ache of it. He whimpered, trying to force his arm out from where it was curled beneath him to get to his swaying cock dripping his need all over the robe beneath them.

“What do you need, Nicolò?” Joe panted as he rammed his hips into Nicky again and again, making him squirm. “Do you need a hand on your cock?”

“Yes, Joe, please, I need it,” Nicky cried out, a hitch in his voice as Joe managed to strike true. His cock spat out more pre-come and Nicky shivered again, leaning harder into the mattress as he tilted his ass up as much as he could.

Joe gripped Nicky’s hips, fingers digging into his soft flesh as he pulled his lover back onto his cock with every thrust. Joe felt like he was floating, the tight grip of Nicky’s hole against him almost more than he could bear. He closed his eyes as he worked his hips, trying not to come just yet.

“You can do it, love,” Joe insisted as he dug his knee into the mattress and thrust harder, encouraging Nicky to meet his thrusts. The sound of their lovemaking was obscene, the slick wet noise of Joe’s cock inside him and the slap of their bodies coming together was almost as arousing as the sight of Nicky’s ass rippling from the force of his hips. “You can do it without my hand, come for me, love, do it.”

Nicky thumped his head against the mattress a few times in frustration. He was almost there, right on the edge of an amazing orgasm, he just needed-

Smack.

Nicky gasped, eyes shooting open at the strike against his bottom. He clenched down, moaning as Joe kept fucking into him and then Joe struck again, this time on the other cheek. Nicky moaned louder, clenching as hard as he could as Joe smacked the meat of his ass again and again, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine, making him feel his cock much more intensely. It was almost, almost-

Nicky gasped, hips jerking wildly as he arched his back so hard that he felt like his spine might snap in two. He sobbed, letting wave after wave of pleasure crash over him as Joe’s thick cock stoked the flames higher inside him.

“There we go,” Joe panted, stroking Nicky’s trembling form, his muscles still locked tight as the rest of his orgasm crashed through him.

Joe pulled out after a few moments, causing Nicky to drop back down onto the bed, limp and breathless from the sensations overwhelming him. Joe panted, pulling Nicky’s ass apart to view the fruits of his labor. The pale skin was rosier than ever, the puffy red rim still twitching delightfully after the hard fucking. Joe touched it gently, soothing the hot flesh under his thumb and kissing it.

“Joe!” Nicky called, picking up his flushed red face to glare playfully at his husband.
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More smut to come >:D Nicky's not tired enough yet

omg this is not what i was expecting but holy smokes! also !!! booker half-bondd to Nile!!

I am also 100% here for three epilogues.

yes >D

Huzzah! Nicky and I are very much here for these chain of events. 🔥🔥

Oh this was such a lovely surprise to read this morning and I love that Booker is already half bonded to Nile and that Quynh is the one to figure it out!! No complaints about any number of epilogues :)

This is sooo hot and so good! I am an ENORMOUS proponent of freak!Nicky and I appreciate the spin you’ve put on this >:) thank you for the delicious food

Omg please feel free too! 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 I would be honored!

On it! 😁

Combination fill inspired by but not direct representations of two prompts:

1. Universe where everyone is either a Dominant, a submissive, or a switch. 17 year old Nicky knows he's a sub, but he doesn't have any experience. He looks up Dominants online, and ends up arranging a session with Joe, who is an experienced Dom.

They meet up and first have a conversation about limits and what experience Nicky has (none) and what he wants to try.

As they go on, the two of them develop feelings for each other. (Nicky isn't the first sub Joe has trained, but he's the first one Joe's wanted to keep.) Joe ends up collaring Nicky.

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1812656#cmt1812656

AND

2. BDSM AU where everyone has a D/s designation. Submissives need to submit, but sometimes they need some guidance to get there.

Submissive Nicky is seventeen, is running amok with all the "wrong people", and has broken every boundary his parents have put in place. Nicky's parents hire Joe on a long term contract to Dom their son into a better headspace. Joe teaches reluctant Nicky how to be a good boy (Nicky actually really wants to be a good boy).

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2048248#cmt2048248

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Nicky stared down intensely into his mug of black coffee. The coffee shop around him bustled with college students, groups of people laughing and chatting, and those like him sitting alone. Only, he hadn’t brought anything to occupy his time. He knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on his computer or a book as he waited to meet up with the man he had been emailing for the last week. Yusuf al-Kaysani, professional dom.

His cheeks burned when he thought about how his life had brought him here. Designated a submissive at the age of 13, he had tried to tap into the desire to serve and submit. But, each dom he had tried, he couldn’t bring himself to perform in the ways they wanted. He even continued to be snappy and disobedient toward his parents, much to their chagrin.

Having just turned 18, they had suggested sending him off to one of the many different training schools for those like him. They had been pushing this even harder as he began to fill his time at a local club that had an eclectic mix of subs, switches, and doms. They said that he had begun hanging out with the wrong kind of people.

It was through speaking with some of these new friends, though, that he had ended up at this coffee house. Lamenting the fact that he could technically not listen to his parents, being of age, he was also scared that if he didn’t begin learning to be submissive he might end up alone forever. His new friends Nile and Booker had given him the name of Yusuf, saying that he had a great reputation for training subs, even those who might be a bit wild.

Looking him up when he had gotten home later that night, he did seem like a legitimate and well versed trainer. Presenting this info to his parents, they had agreed to pay for a week of training, but if he was still wild and untrained after this week, they were going to send him off to Brookmore Submissive School for Unruly Boys. He would be placed among boys his own age that had been trained for years. Nicky doubted he would ever be able to catch up, and he had heard some horror stories of the punishment that was inflicted for subordination.

Looking up, he scanned the room once more for this future dom. None of the reviews he had found had come with a picture and Yusuf hadn’t asked for his. Instead, they had agreed that Nicky would wear a green sweater and be at the coffee shop seated by 4pm.

Nicky had bristled at the idea that he would be the only one who had to dress a certain way. But, then he remembered those types of feelings were why he was in this situation in the first place.

Bringing his cup up to take a sip, his eyes caught sight of one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. Warm mocha skin with an achingly beautiful jawline that had a brush of well groomed facial hair, his eyes lit up when they reached Nicky. He smiled, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his mouth, dimples sinking into his cheeks. Nicky was proud of himself for remaining seated when all he felt like doing was falling out of his chair.

To make it worse, this beautiful man began to walk over to him.

‘No, there was no way this beautiful man was Yusuf’ Nicky thought as his heartbeat sped up with each step he took toward him. He came to stand before him, Nicky now craning his neck to look up at him from the table, eyes wide. Yusuf hadn’t looked away once.

Was it just another show of dominance? Nicky wanted to be irritated, but then he realized he still had his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Having forgotten it as soon as they had locked eyes, his mouth was still held open for the coffee, but was now barely catching the drool that wanted to escape. He blinked and pulled his head down, blushing furiously.

“Nicky?”

‘Ugh! Even his voice is hot’ Nicky thought looking back to him. Forcing out a short, “Yes, Yusuf?”

A quick nod and he was seated at his table. Nicky’s face was still red hot. ‘Coffee shops are always too warm. It’s the cozy atmosphere,’ he tried to reassure himself.

“Are you going to get anything to drink?” Nicky blurted out. Needing to fill the space with some mild conversation.

“I’m not much of a coffee drinker,” Yusuf said, pulling out a reusable water bottle. “But, these types of meet-ups always go better in public places.”

“You look so young!” Nicky seemed to have lost any ability to have a regular conversation.

“To be training submissives?” Yusuf looked at him with his deep brown eyes. Nicky felt like they were tunneling into him and he was being drawn into it like a moth to a flame.

Nicky just nodded as Yusuf sat back comfortably in his chair. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve made a little bit of a reputation for myself at twenty-five. I think it’s because I have a touch, a finesse that sets me apart. I also grew up on a farm and have been training horses ever since I could walk. So, that might help a little bit, too.”

“Are you calling me a horse?” Nicky deadpanned back.

The laugh that came from Yusuf’s mouth was an angelic sound. Nicky couldn’t look away from a sound! So, he just brought his coffee cup and actually took a sip this time. Hoping that would keep his mouth occupied for a few moments.

“No, you are most definitely not,” he answered back with a cheeky grin. Nicky felt his stomach drop out. Yep, he was in trouble.

—

“So, refresh me on why you need my services?” Yusuf finally said after a very pregnant pause.

“I um...I am having a difficult time giving into my submissive tendencies. It’s not even that I feel like my designation is wrong, because I have no desire to be dominant. It’s just… that with the people I’ve been with..., so far…, they have all been... people I didn’t want to listen to. Like a mental block. Does that make sense?” Nicky said, playing with his hands nervously and never making true eye contact as he spoke. He had a difficult time putting into words the exact discontent he felt sometimes with the way people spoke to him or what they expected of him.

Joe just gave him a comforting smile as he nodded his head, pulled a notepad from his messenger bag, and began to jot down some notes. “How many people have tried to fill the role of your dominant?”

“I had a boyfriend in high school. He and his friends were jerks. But, they were older and I was a sophomore getting attention from a senior. So....” Nicky waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes as he thought about that disastrous relationship. “Other than that it hasn’t been anything too serious with anyone.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Nicky had practiced for this question. He technically was still a virgin, but he was tired of it. Tired of the creepy glint in men’s eyes when they found out. Tired of the idea that he had to love the person he lost it to. Tired of the idea that the first time he had sex it might be some weird transaction. Also, he was scared that if he told Yusuf he was then he wouldn’t take him on as a client.

Yusuf just nodded and made another note.

“Have you ever made a list of your hard and soft limits?”

“My what?” Nicky asked back.

“Hard limits are those things you feel you would never do. For some people these are things like, needles, body modification, different types of bodily fluids. As for soft limits, these are things that aren’t hard no’s, but that you aren’t wholly unopposed to trying. They just might not be on your list of turn ons. For some people those are things like pain, feminization, humiliation.”

Nicky’s face was back to being flushed and bright red. Talking about these things so freely and easily in the middle of this coffee shop, his brain was having a hard time following.

“How about I send you a couple of documents explaining and listing different submissive attributes. I will expect you to send me your different lists by tomorrow evening though if we can’t make them today.”

His voice was kind but firm. Nicky could feel his body responding in ways that had never happened before. He wanted to do this for Yusuf. He wanted him to be proud of him. “Okay,” he answered.

“We will be using a simple system of safe words. ‘Red’ will end the scene immediately and for the rest of the day. We will talk about what you didn’t like. I’m not going to encourage you not to use this word, but I also need you to understand the significance of the word. As a submissive, most dominants will expect a certain level of obedience. This signal is in place if you feel as if your life is in danger or believe there is no way for you to move on through the scene. ‘Yellow’ will signal for us to pause a scene if you are feeling uncomfortable. As a trainer, I like using this word for you to learn where your limits might start and stop. Again, though, outside of this training this word is also meant for extreme situations. Most dominants will expect you to already know your own limits and some will use your limits to decide if they are interested in you. ‘Green’ is meant to say keep going. I rarely ever ask for a color, though, so this word might not be used at all. I don’t ask for you to tell me what your color is because this week is meant for you to learn when to say how you are feeling. Dominants are not mind readers and their submissives need to know their limits and when to use their safe word system.”

Nicky just kept nodding.

“Of course all of this is laid out in the contract we will be signing.” Yusuf leaned down to pull the contract from his bag.

“Along with the contract for the week, we will both sign an NDA. This is as much for your peace of mind as mine. It will ensure that no audio or video will be taken while you are my submissive. We will also be unable to speak about what happens during the week we are together to anyone after it is over. I will still be able to write you a letter of recommendation, though, if you want or need one. Any questions so far?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Nicky said, still nodding reflexively.

“Then let's move on.” Yusuf placed a calming hand on top of Nicky’s. “I want you at my house, plugged, and in clothes that you won’t mind getting a little messed up at 4pm on Friday afternoon. You will not need to bring anything else; I will be providing everything you need.”

Nicky’s nodding slowed down as his eyes grew a little wide.

“You do own some toys, don’t you?” Yusuf asked, a little incredulously.

“No.” Nicky answered shyly.

“Okay. That’s okay. One of my favorite stores is just around the corner. If you feel comfortable, we can walk there together and we can pick you something out.”

“Okay,” Nicky knew he was killing it with these one word answers.

“I also want you to start practicing calling me sir. When I ask you a question, it will be ‘yes sir’ or not sir’.”

“Okay,” Nicky said without thinking. “I mean, um, yes sir?”

“You’ll get the hang of it. That’s why I want you to practice.” His voice practically purred out.

Nicky felt helpless and couldn’t help but answer back, “Yes sir.”

The way his heart leapt into his chest when Yusuf said, with a grin and a wink, “Good boy.” Oh yeah, he was feeling a very strong urge to do anything this man told him to.

——-

It wasn’t long after this that Nicky found himself walking with this beautiful man to ‘The Lion’s Den’ a few blocks away. To buy himself a sex toy.

Nicky’s rational brain was telling himself that he barely knew Yusuf and not to go with him to a secondary location. But, the submissive side of his brain was reacting so strongly for the first time ever. Yusuf’s calm but dominating energy made Nicky feel safe and protected. The way he had winked at Nicky the first time he had said ‘yes sir’ and meant it, how he had guided Nicky from the coffee shop with a hand at the small of his back, and how he was now following Yusuf to a sex shop on a Tuesday afternoon like it was a regular occurrence. He couldn’t shake the feeling of doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing with Yusuf. A calm feeling that was wrapped up in a submissive attitude that he didn’t mind expressing.

He was blown away at the variety and creativity of the selection once they had arrived. His wide eyes drew a small chuckle from Yusuf. But, it was not unkind. Instead, it was understanding.

“Look around. I want you to pick out what you want.”

Nicky knew he was doing this on purpose. Trying to reduce him to a pliable puddle at his feet. And, he was succeeding.

There were so many things that caught his eye especially as he thought about the lists Yusuf wanted him to make. Eventually, he ended up standing in front of a wall of butt plugs of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yusuf came to stand beside him after finishing up a quiet conversation with the girl behind the register.

“Do you see anything you like?”

Nicky’s heart was racing in his chest as he nodded. Reaching his hand out to grab a modestly sized plug, baby blue, with the ability to vibrate. Pulling it down, he turned to fully face Yusuf. “Sir?”

“Wonderful choice. I love this brand. The color is a bit of a surprise.” That beautiful smile shooting directly into. “Do you see anything else you might be interested in?” Yusuf asked, reaching out to pull the box from his hands in an obvious sign that he would be paying for it.

While Nicky had seen some things that caught his eye, he already felt so conflicted with letting Yusuf buy this one thing for him that he didn’t say anything.

“No sir,” Nicky answered back, his eyes sliding to the floor as he felt himself blush for the umteenth time today.

“You have no business being this cute,” Nicky heard Yusuf say quietly, almost to himself.

When Nicky brought his eyes back up to him, it almost looked as if Yusuf was the one blushing for the first time that day.

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Please help! I really need to be sent to horny jail because I can not stop imagining and writing these two in very sexy situations.

*bonk* sending you to horny jail.

*bonk* sending myself to horny jail with you.

Carry on Filler, carry on.🔥

Yusuf you dolt, did you get kidnapped again?

we are all inmates of horny jail, but enjoying it!

!!!!!!! Holy, didn't know I needed this.. now I need more 👀👀👌👌👌

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