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I love this so much 😭😭😭 i read it too quickly but I enjoy the 'florn' 👌👌👌

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2485341#cmt2485341

Joe is a famous painter ‘think Bansky type in fame, but way less pretentious’

Nicky is an art thief breaking into a museum at night to steal one of Joe’s paintings. Little does he know that Joe is there late at night working on his new exhibit!

Somehow, they get to talking and Nicky realizes that Joe is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

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“Nervous?” Nile asked and looked at Joe.

“Huh?” he said and turned to her. “What?” He had just scrutinized the array of his paintings and artworks.

“The exhibition opens in a few days,” Nile said and went to Joe and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you nervous?”

“No,” he shook his head, then scratched the back of his neck and ducked his head and shrugged. “Maybe a bit,” he admitted. It was his first exhibition in a museum and if he was honest with himself, he just shit his pants. What if the people hated his works? What if they shoot him down in flames? What if...

“You’re good, Joe,” Nile said and stopped his thoughts. “And the people will love your artworks.”

“You think?” he asked and Nile nodded.

“If you weren’t good, we wouldn’t have asked you to show your work, honey,” she smiled.

Nile worked here in this museum and she was responsible for the modern arts section. It was her who had sent him an email and asked if he would have an exhibition in this museum.

Joe literally did a happy dance through his atelier when he had read it and the next day he had called her.

And now he stood here, in Rome, in the Palazzo delle Esposizioni and looked at his own artwork at the walls and in between. He wiped his face with both hands and shook his head.

“I still can’t believe it,” he said.

“Don’t worry, Joe,” Nile smiled. “Everything will…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence because that moment her phone started to ring.

“Excuse me,” she said, apologizing, and took the call. She walked away a few steps and Joe turned back to the exhibition in front of him.

But when he heard something rustling he looked over his shoulder. He expected to see Nile again but there was a man in a black suit and he seemed lost. He held one of the floorplans in his hands and scrutinized it.

Joe cocked his head. The man had shoulder length hair and wore glasses and a black suit. He looked at the floorplan again, then around, then at the floorplan and a crease formed between his brows. He turned around and looked at the floorplan again.

“Signore,” Joe said and went over to him. The man looked up, frowning. “This part of the museum is still closed,” he explained. “We’re opening in two days.”

The man lowered the floorplan and now Joe’s brows hit his hairline. He wore a black shirt with a clerical collar under his jacket. This man was a priest.

“Mi scusi,” the man said and smiled at Joe. “I… try to figure out where I am,” he said and pointed at the floorplan.

“May I?” Joe asked and pointed at the sheet in the man’s hand and with another smile he handed it over to Joe. He looked at it and then realized the man held it the wrong way round. Joe turned it and then pointed at it.

“You’re here,” he said and the man slapped his forehead.

“Madre di Dio! I held it the wrong way,” he said and blushed and Joe could only stare at him because the priest was really cute. “Grazie mille!” His eyes sparkled behind his glasses.

He studied the floorplan intensely for a few more moments before he smiled and nodded at Joe again.

“Grazie,” he repeated. “You are a very kind man.”

Joe blushed again.

“You said you’re opening this here in two days?” the priest asked and Joe nodded. “Then I will come back then. It is very nice art,” he said and before Joe could thank him he walked away, still scrutinizing his floorplan.

“Pity,” he heard a voice beside him and startled a bit. Nile stood there and saw the priest walk away.

“Huh?” he asked and she nodded at the man who made a few steps to the right, then looked up, then watched his floorplan again before he turned left and walked away.
“He’s cute, isn’t he?” she said and shrugged. “Pity, that he’s a priest.”

Joe, who wasn’t a very religious man, cocked his head.

“Catholic priests practice celibacy,” she said.

And then Joe understood.

“Oh!” he said. “Yeah, pity indeed.”

I'm enjoying this so very much, thank you for sharing this gem 😁

aah clever Nicky

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I love how much you love the fic!

Rereading the line about liking the person not the designation reminds of that great line from schitt's creek "like the wine, not the label." Kinda love how much that line resonated with me when I first heard it and now it is obviously coming out in my writing. :P

As a fairly new writer, I never knew how cathartic writing smutty fanfiction could be lololol

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i have about 5000 words written for the next part but i got lazy from eating too much food yesterday and fell asleep early instead of editing...

who knew writing is a lot more fun than editing?!

so more is coming soon! :D

AYRT. Bahahahaha welcome to the joys of writing porn. XDD I'm glad it's been a fun experience! Although, yes, there are odd (or oddly specific intimacies) that make their way into my writing, but I think that's often what connects with people!

Oooh, looking forward to seeing where this goes!

from the captive man... no boy upstairs
oh that’s a lovely mental switch

1000% here for the florn!! Both sweet and hot.

The desire to keep, to own, to worship, to collar.
yesssssss >DD

Also I think it’s cool that Yusuf has a mentor he’s still in contact with! I wanna know who it is too.

And thank you for this holiday treat! I spent it alone because COVID, so this was especially welcome.

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7393.html?thread=2621665#cmt2621665

filled here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27758182

For this prompt (https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7393.html?thread=2767841#cmt2767841)
"Kozak and Keane have a thing going. No one knows, not Merrick, not one of Keane's men. And Keane knows how much Kozak wants to get the Nobel Prize. He knows she's extremely ambitious.

So, when Nile arrives to free the team Keane knows everything is going down the drain and he also knows, that he has to decide if he wants to save Merrick (who's a dickwad) or Kozak (who he bangs) and so he goes to her to get her out before Nile can do anything to her.

But - as mentioned - Kozak is extremely ambitious and she wants to continue her research and so they decide to take one of them with them. And since Kozak already has a favorite test subject they take Nicky."

It happens too fast.

One second Andy is staring at the ceiling while Joe roars at Booker and Nicky tries to calm him. Then the big brute comes through the door. She knows he's the doctor's lover just from the way they look at each other but it barely registers past the despair choking her. Joe's voice drowns out whatever they say to each other. Nicky manages to shout over Joe's insults.

"Joe, please!"

Joe falls silent. For now, Andy knows. He's not done with Booker. A problem for the future. If they have one. She can't think. It's taking all of her energy just to breathe around the scream lodged in her throat. She can taste smoke and feel the phantom ache of manacles around her wrists. All the despair of these long years pressing down until she can't breathe.

She sees the gun. Booker is looking at her. Joe is looking at Booker. Nicky is looking at Joe, desperate to offer some silent comfort. It's instinct that jerks her head up. Only a split second before the bang.

Nicky's head snaps back. The machines hooked up to him scream in chorus. Joe screams louder.

The doctor is smiling.

The brute is not. He holsters his gun, ignoring all three of them. He pulls a zip-tie from his belt as soon as he has Nicky free of his cot. Andy's shouting. She can feel the words vibrating in her throat. She doesn't know what she's saying. Booker's cursing like he did in Verdun when they heard the gas. Joe is howling like an animal, flinging himself against his bonds. The brute doesn't look at him, just shoulders Nicky's limp body and turns to the door. He stops to kiss the doctor who smiles at him.

"You're good to me," she purrs and the brute laughs before he kisses her again.

They leave through the doors. The brute doesn't look back. The doctor holds the door and looks right at Joe. She smirks and lets the door swing shut behind her. Joe is screaming curses, the machines tracking his heart-rate beeping louder than the endless tone of the machines that had been hooked up to Nicky. Andy thrashes against her restraints, barely feeling the open wound in her belly.

She can't tell where she is. The harsh light flickers into the gloom of the prison cell. The sour stink of mould and straw bleeds into the barren stench of disinfectants and medicines. Chanted prayers echo in the shouted curses. Andy's rage is a furious fire searing through her veins. It’s like burning alive. The other doctors, spineless little shits, try to inject them.

She hears one scream. Got too close to Joe.

Andy glares and the man in front of her drops the needle. There’s too much fucking noise! Joe’s voice is cracking. Booker’s voice breaks with every word. Andy could kill them both. She needs to listen! Every second they spend here, Nicky gets taken further away. She has to focus. They have to get out of here.

The cot under her squeaks as she fights to get free. The straps are digging in where the scars from the manacles should be.

Joe doesn’t even sound human.

She can see the medical staff babbling together. The doctor must not have wanted too much independence in her flunkies. None of them seem to know what to do without her there to give orders. Andy bares her teeth at them, all her misery washed away by rage and purpose. Nicky’s been taken.

There’s gunshots outside. The medical team panic and run for the doors, tripping over themselves. The door swings open to reveal Nile with fresh blood on her clothes and a gun in her hand.

“Nile!” Andy breathes, a rush of relief.

“Andy,” Nile says and crosses to loose Andy’s bonds. She keeps looking at Joe who is still howling.

“I got it,” Andy pushes herself off the cot. “Get Booker loose.”

“Just leave me here,” Booker moans.

“Shut the fuck up, Booker,” Andy snaps even as Nile says “No man left behind.”

Andy can’t spare him any more thought. She tries to catch Joe’s eye. She doesn’t think he sees anything but the empty cot to his right. He’s throwing himself against his bonds, keening. All his words gone and only animal distress left. Andy sees no recognition in his face.

She hasn’t seen Joe this distraught for centuries. He and Nicky were here for two days while the rest of them hid and tried to find them. He has to know more about the doctor than Andy does. Whatever he knows, he’s frenzied over it.

“Joe,” she calls. “Joe!”

He doesn’t even look twice at her.

“Yusuf!” Andy shouts. He goes still aside from his still heaving chest. “Yusuf. I need you to look at me.”

His eyes open. Andy nearly flinches from the terror in them.

“We are going to get him back,” Andy says. Fact. Pure and simple. “I need you with me.”

Joe’s nostrils flare but he nods slowly. Andy steps up and starts pulling at the straps. They’re dug into the skin, Joe’s blood all over the floor. Joe barely waits long enough for her to get his feet free before he pushes to his feet. His legs wobble but he staggers for the door immediately.

“Did you see Nicky?” Andy turns to Nile.

“No,” she shakes her head. “Is he…?”

“The doctor’s taken him,” Andy grabs Joe’s shirt from Booker. “We need to know where.”

“Merrick’s upstairs,” Nile says. “Copley--”

Joe’s snarl cuts her off. Andy throws him his shirt.

“We’re going up then,” she says.

“Boss?” Booker’s staring at the hole in her side. Joe’s eyes are dark as he looks down.

“This changes nothing,” Andy says. She takes the gun Nile left on her cot. There’s a second of silence. Then they form up around her, Joe in front and Booker behind her.

“I got five of them,” Nile says. “No idea how many left.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Andy says. They come out of the laboratory and the shooting starts.

Andy grits her teeth against the searing pain in her side. She can feel every recoil like a fresh stab. There are too many targets. They’ve been caught in a corridor, enemies on both sides. She keeps forgetting that she can’t just let them shoot her. Then she sees Booker’s fearful glances. Nile steps between her and a shot that might have hit her in the chest.

Joe’s head turns at Nile’s grunt. Andy sees the way he goes to look at Nicky. Then the tension as he remembers. He shoots two guards. One of the three behind them takes a wild shot. Andy can’t even curse before Joe steps in front of it. His body falls to the ground. Andy feels terror clawing at her.

“Shit!” Nile keeps shooting even as she frees a hand to grab Joe’s shoulder. “Fuck!”

Joe chokes, jerks and spits blood. Andy’s knees wobble as he lurches upright. She shoots the last guard bang between the eyes. She looks down at Joe just as he spits the bullet to the side. He’s smiling, looking faintly deranged as he pushes himself to his feet. Nile looks at Andy, back down the corridor and back at Andy. Andy shakes her head.

“Joe, you got the stairs?”

“Got ‘em, boss,” Joe says, scooping up the guns of the dead men as he goes.

“What the fuck?!” Nile hisses as she follows Andy towards the lifts.

“He was checking,” Booker says dully.

“Checking what?!”

“Joe and Nicky,” Booker clears his throat. “They’re not exactly like us. They’ve been together since their first deaths.”

“They were serious about that?”

“Yes,” Andy says. “They killed each other half a dozen times and figured out they couldn’t die.”

“They’ve been together ever since,” Booker says. “Nicky always says they’re meant to be together. They…”

“They’ve always believed they’d go together,” Andy says. “Nicky more than Joe.”

“So, if he’s coming back…” Nile says slowly.

“Then it isn’t their time,” Booker scrubs the tears off his face. “Which means Nicky is alive and all we have to do is find him.”

“All we have to do,” Nile echoes, shaking her head.

“We’re going to find him,” Andy says with all the finality she can muster. They ascend the last few floors in silence.

The doors open just in time for Andy to hear a shrill “Help! For fuck’s sake, help!” and they charge out to see Joe towering over Stephen Merrick as he pulls Andy’s labrys out of his shoulder. Part of her notes that the swing must have been too low and too short. Joe’s still got full function in his other arm. Merrick staggers backwards. Andy’s labrys hits the ground handle-first.

Andy stops just inside the office door. Joe doesn’t look around. He’s totally focused on Merrick who is backing up towards the window. Merrick’s eyes dart around, catching on Andy for a second. He looks like a cornered rat as Joe advances on him.

“I don’t know,” Merrick holds up his hands. Joe doesn’t stop. “I don’t fucking know where they went!”

Booker looks at Andy. He waits for her nod to cross to the desk, grabbing the hard-drives plugged into the computer and the folders on the desk.

“Hey!” Merrick looks outraged for a second. Then his eyes dart back to Joe and he steps back. His back hits the glass. Joe’s arm reconnects with a grisly sound. Merrick goes white. “I don’t know! I swear! I don’t know where they went! I don’t!”

Andy believes him. She’s known many men like Merrick, blissfully ignorant of everything that doesn’t feed their ego or enhance their power. He’s no use to them. He’s blind to everything that isn’t about him. Fucking shit. Nile picks Andy’s axe up from the floor and holds it out, one eye on Merrick. Booker comes creeping back to stand beside her. Andy looks at Joe and nods.

“Wha-?”

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,” Joe recites with none of the passion that normally accompanies his poetry. “Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.”

Merrick stutters.

“Peele’s parts were gorier,” Joe says tonelessly. “But Shakespeare’s turn of phrase always stuck in the mind.”

He slams both hands down and out. Stephen Merrick goes crashing through the window. Andy sees his bewildered expression, clear as a painting. Then he falls.

“We gotta go!” Nile says, eyes skittering away from Joe. Joe doesn’t look around. He watches Merrick all the way down. Then he turns and picks up his gun. Andy catches his eye. There’s nothing there. No emotion. Not even rage. She feels a shiver run down her spine.

They fall in behind her and Andy leads them out of the building. Only the dead are left behind.

Holy shit this is fantastic!

OP of the prompt here. I agree, this IS fantastic!! Thank you!!

Love love love!!!! 💚💚💚

FILL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27766363

YESSSSSSSSSS THIS IS AMAZING GIMME MORE PLS

prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2538845#cmt2538845

King! Joe is forced to host a ball in order to find a suitable life partner in marriage! Nicky is the youngest of his family/sent away to the church for the life of a pastor! He likes the work but is miserable there. Fairy god-mother (can be whoever) transforms him for a magical night at King Joe’s ball!

fill:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27769672
It’s Possible (for a plain country pastor and a king to join in marriage)

When Andy and Quỳnh take Nicky for a night out, he finds himself at the King’s ball, where good food, sword fights, and true love await.

hand feeding! ~~dick~~ sword jokes! joe's terrible pick up lines! andy and quynh as totally trustworthy pumpkin vendors!

Omg...so intense! Thank you for filling this out!!! 😭😭😭

OH MY GOD THE FACT THAT YOU USED RODGER’S AND HAMMERSTEIN’S CINDERELLA SONG I ALREADY KNOW IM GOING TO LOVE IT. NOT OP JUST SUPER EXCITED!

Yay! I'm a big fan of the 1997 Brandy production, so I'm glad you're so excited!! I also threw a reference or two from that production in the fic too. :) I also totally changed Nicky from being a priest to a pastor solely so the title had the right amount of syllables as the original lyrics. XDD

Thank you so much again for your enthusiasm!! i look forward to hearing how you like the fic once you have a chance to read it! :DD

Day 2, morning

Nicky thought he would have been a little bit more prepared after yesterday. But, standing in the middle of Yusuf’s ‘playroom’, he now felt severely out of his element.

“Pain, that’s what we are going to be working on today,” Yusuf had said as he had woken him up that morning. Freeing him for his bondage and telling him to take as much time as he needed to freshen up and get ready for the day as he had headed downstairs to make them breakfast.

Breakfast had been a nonevent and before long, he had been led back up the stairs to another room off the little hallway. Nicky took in the hardwood floors and a workbench usually found in a garage but instead of tools for building and fixing there were instruments for creating pleasure and pain. Hooks on the ceiling, walls, and floor spoke to Yusuf’s creativity about how he liked to position those subs he was training. Two windows on one wall had large wooden slatted blinds, closed. Nicky felt curious, as he thought about whose eyes could see into this room if the blinds were opened and pulled up.

Yusuf had tied him almost immediately into a strappado position, staring at the one empty wall in the room. Next, Yusuf attached a spreader bar to Nicky’s ankles then tied it to a hook below him on the floor, severely limiting his ability to move from that spot. A rope wrapped in his long hair and attached to the rope suspending his arms kept his head up.

Yusuf once again said his orgasm was under his control as he had slid a cockring onto his already erect dick.

“Okay, so you put pain down as a soft limit. I’m gonna push it a little bit today. Let your safewords guide you through this,” Yusuf’s hand kneading the already shaking muscles of his butt and thighs.

“Listen, trust. I enjoy watching you writhe around under my hand, but I also do not want to cause you undue harm or pain. This should be an enjoyable experience for the both of us. Lean into the pleasure of pleasing me.” Yusuf took this time to run a finger down Nicky’s spine and then grab lightly at his butt.

“Ye- yes sir,” came Nicky's wobbled reply.

“I think we will both have a good time today. “ Yusuf said as he moved to stand back and brought a stinging pain on Nicky’s backside as he gave him a quick slap from the crop now in his hand.

Nicky yelped, but also wasn’t wholly opposed to another blow on the opposite side.

After peppering his back, ass, and thighs with a nice dusting of stinging blow, each increasing in intensity, Yusuf walked around Nicky to see his flushed face and chest. His cock looked even more engorged and wanting than when he had first been strung up.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Nicky rasped out as Yusuf made to move away and out of his limited line of sight.

Returning, he saw that Yusuf had brought back what looked like nipple clamps similar to ones he had seen at the store the day they had gone together.

“You know, I asked the girl at the register to let me know if you came back the day we went. Told her to tell me what you might have bought.”

Nicky’s eyes grew wide as he thought back to that day. Thought back to the things he had purchased believing them to be safe from the inquisitive eyes before him.

“What did you think about the clamps you bought yourself?

“They were too much. I.... I couldn’t keep them on,”

“Hmm... Well, that’s what you have me for,” Yusuf said as he started to screw on adjustable clamps to each of his rock hard nippless. “Tell me when,” he added as he began to turn the screws.

After a few turns, Nicky knew he was done. “Wh... when,” he gasped out. He wasn’t sure if he should be turned on or mad when Yusuf turned the screws one more time.

The whimper that came forth melded with the low rumble that escaped Yusuf’s throat as he reached to lightly stroke along the weeping cock in front of him.

Nicky’s brain felt like it was firing on all cylinders as the pain of his nipples and the pleasure of his cock combined into one glorious sensation that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His breath stuttered. As soon as it had washed over him, though, Yusuf undid that last turn and brought Nicky back to his chosen threshold.

“Incredible,” Nicky heard as he felt Yusuf’s hand gently cup his cheek. He reopened his eyes to see Yusuf staring at him with open pride and adoration. He felt his entire body flush an even deeper shade of red from the compliment.

“Ok, we are going to leave these on. And we can talk about the other toys I know you bought later. But for now, the cane.” Yusuf said, returning to the cabinet of his own toys.

Nicky heard the swish before he felt it. A stripe of white hot pain hit across his right ass cheek. He let out a short scream before he could feel Yusuf coming behind him and rubbing the stripe. “You mark up so nicely against this perfect pale ass.”

Nicky didn’t know how many of these he could take. But Yusuf feeding him compliments and pets after this initial strike seemed to help. He thought that it might actually give him a Pavlovian response to the pain. That if he endured, Yusuf would tell him how perfect and beautiful he was. He let out a small whimper as he pushed into the hand still petting his ass.

“How many more do you think you can take?” Yusuf purred behind him, seeming to enjoy the response he was getting.

Nicky’s brain went into a panic. Having to choose how many times he had to endure the pain, but he wanted the reward. The more rational side of his brain eventually won out thinking he could survive only a few more strikes from this new whip.

“Five,” Nicky finally announced.

“Good boy. Listening to your limits.” Yusuf said as his hand disappeared. Nicky braced himself for the next blow when Yusuf added, “I won’t be taking any breaks for these next five.”

Swish.

Nicky let out another small scream as he couldn’t help but rock forward onto his toes. The pain had made him break out into a small sweat.

“The next two are gonna go on your thighs,” Yusuf said as he lightly stroked the cane where it would soon mark him.

Nicky let out a wet, “Yes sir.” He hadn’t noticed the sudden tears.

Swish.

“Ah! Fuck!” He could feel his whole body shaking now as a few more tears fell.

Swish.

Another wordless scream escaped his mouth.

Swish. Swish. The last two once again landed on the round globes of his ass.

Nicky felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs from the amount of pain he was feeling. But, the air rushed back in as Yusuf ran his hands along his sore backside. A moan escaped from his mouth, and he once again bucked into the petting hand. This heady mixture of pain and pleasure was making him feel pliable and calm. It all seemed worth the pain if Yusuf would pet and speak sweet words to him after.

“Mmm... you did so good for me.” Nicky felt him beginning to untie his hair so that he could freely move his head again. He felt a sense of relief flood through him at the idea of getting out of this stressed position. However his mind had to take a quick 180 as Yusuf walked back in front of him slowly stroking his now very hard dick.

His mouth was already salivating at the thought of going another round with Yusuf’s incredible cock. He turned his head up to meet Yusuf’s eyes hoping to convey how much he wanted what was about to happen.

“Please, sir.” He said as steadily as he could as the tears began to dry.

“Prove to me how much you want my cock in your mouth.” Yusuf said in a low tone as he came to stand in front of Nicky, just out of his range of making physical contact.

Nicky couldn’t take a step forward because of the rope tying the spreader bar to the floor. Instead he lifted himself on his toes, trying to move forward as much as he could. His mouth wide open, tongue out. Yusuf stood just a few inches from his needy opening.

“Come on boy,” He teased as Nicky rocked forward again, knees locked, muscles stretching. He found himself a mere inch from his desire, a line of drool leaking from his mouth. He could almost just lick the tip.

“Hmm, well, if you don’t want it,” Yusuf turned and walked out of Nicky’s eyesight.

“No, please sir. I do want it, want you.” Nicky whimpered, coming to stand back to his original position.

Yusuf soon returned to the previous place he had stood before but, this time he was carrying the crop again. “Maybe you just need a little incentive?” Yusuf used the crop under Nicky’s chin, lifting it till they were staring at each other.

“Please sir.” Nicky's eyes shined as he begged for Yusuf’s cock. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, Nicky would have scoffed if anybody had told him how quickly Yusuf would make him beg, make him needy, submissive, and yet still feel safe and comfortable. Even when Yusuf was being an insufferable tease.

“Come on, then.”

Once more Nicky rocked on to his toes and stretched his body toward Yusuf’s cock. Nearing the same position with Yusuf still a few inches away, Yusuf chose this moment to bring the crop down on his outer thigh. Nicky let out a small yelp as he stayed the course.

Yusuf let this go on for a few minutes. Nicky stretched his body as far forward as he could, mouth open, tongue out, while Yusuf slapped his already shaking thighs. Nicky letting out small yelps, gasps, and whimpers, a keening noise coming out for the last few strikes. He closed his eyes in concentration as he kept trying. Suddenly feeling something in his mouth, he let his eyes fly open hoping he had finally crossed the threshold. Instead, Yusuf had brought the supple leather of the crop up to his mouth.

“Show me what you want to do.” Nicky felt a warmth begin to pool in his belly as he felt his cock twitch at the command.

Opening his mouth wide, Nicky allowed for the end of the crop to invade his mouth. He could taste the saltiness of his sweat, the rich taste of leather. Yusuf pushed it further into his mouth, as if he was trying to touch the back of his throat. Nicky gagged, but began to put on a show of how he would pleasure Yusuf’s cock.

Pulling the crop out of Nicky’s mouth, Yusuf took a step forward and replaced it with two fingers. “You love having something in your mouth.” Yusuf said as he pumped his fingers in and out as Nicky wrapped his tongue around the intruders. Moaning and moving in tandem with Yusuf’s fingers, he lifted his eyes up to meet Yusuf’s. They were hard, dark, and full of desire. Nicky felt his cock twitch again at the idea that he was the one who had caused this reaction.

Needing little else to convince him to stick his cock in Nicky’s mouth, he took a small step back, removed his fingers, and let Nicky envelop his cock in that wanting, desperate hole. Nicky felt a calm wash over him as Yusuf’s cock came to lay heavily on his tongue. Like his mouth was made just for this purpose.

Nicky began sliding his mouth up and down Yusuf’s length enjoying the pleased noises he was hearing above him as he hollowed his cheeks and made use of his tongue. Closing his eyes Nicky lost himself in the movement of diligently being the giver of pleasure to his dominant, to Yusuf. A whole body shiver moved down his body from the crown of his head all the way to his toes.

After a few minutes, Yusuf began to pull back. Nicky followed his cock until he was, once again, on his tiptoes leaning toward it with his now empty mouth stretched wide. A long line of drool and precome still linking them for a few seconds.

He brought his watering eyes up to look at Yusuf. To try and convince him to keep going.

“I’m gonna take over for a while.” He said down to Nicky. Grabbing on to both sides of Nicky's head, crop still in hand now being pushed into the side of Nicky’s face, as if to remind him what would happen if he didn’t perform this task well. Yusuf then lined his cock with the still wide open mouth and bucked his hips up.

The garbled sounds of Nicky gagging and gasping around his cock along with the frothing spit and precome gargling from Nicky's mouth all combined to make a beautiful scene before him.

“Fuck! You take my cock like it was made for you.”

Nicky whimpered in response, hoping it conveyed that he also agreed. But, he knew some of that might get lost in translation.

“I think I want to come all over that beautiful face of yours.” Yusuf moaned as he thrust his hips up once again.

But, Nicky felt himself panicking for a second. He didn’t want that. Didn’t want the memories that might dredge up. He started to snap his fingers, their agreed upon nonverbal code for stopping.

He saw Yusuf freeze, slowly pulling his cock out of his mouth. Before he even had a chance to ask, Nicky’s abused throat grated out, “Yellow.”

He liked where he was, how he was tied, who was fucking his mouth. But, he knew Yusuf would want him to say this now and not later.

“Ok, what do you want to talk about.” Yusuf had crouched down to Nicky's eye-line, bringing his hand up to raise his chin.

“Not on my face...Please... sir.” Each phrase said with a tinge of trepidation and uncertainty. Hoping he wasn’t asking too much, hoping that his gut had been right about stopping the scene to readjust instead of dealing with the possible negative consequences of doing an act that he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Ok, ok.” Yusuf said slowly nodding his head, his eyes looking off in thought and assessing the rest of this rigging. “Are you good with everything else?” Nick nodded. “Do you want me to keep going and come down your throat instead? You looked so lovely when you did that for me yesterday.” His eyes, now boring into Nicky.

“Please, yes that’s what i want. Sir.” Nicky wanted that more than anything else.

“So good for me,” Yusuf said as stood back up. His cock still hard and covered in Nicky’s spit. “You ready?”

Nicky just opened his mouth wide, looking up to Yusuf with needy eyes. Yusuf took that as the invitation it was and began thrusting back in.

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edited this instead of sleeping, so probably still got errors

also the length of this fill is getting a little out of hand for what I had originally planned, probs gonna move it over to ao3 for next update , will post a link

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7393.html?thread=2644449#cmt2644449

Nile still got embarrassed about it, sometimes, even though it also drove her crazy with want. It was the obscene sounds that made her cheeks hot— the way that, by the time they had been going at it for a few hours, his cock squelched wetly every time he thrust in. If she liked the stretch at the beginning, when she could really feel every inch of his length, this was a different kind of pleasure entirely, feeling him slide in and out so smoothly, his cock nearly slipping out entirely she was so wet with their combined release.

She had started on her hands and knees but was on her back this time around, with her legs hitched over his shoulders as he took her over and over again. He was always careful and gentle with her at first, but she was so slick at this point that he could afford to be a little rougher, groaning as his hips slapped against her. “God you feel so good around my cock,” he told her. “So smooth and wet, fuck, I’m going to come again,” he warned, and she clenched around him, her toes flexing against his shoulders. “Come on,” she urged. “Fill me up again, please Book,” and his hips stuttered as he spilled inside her for the fifth time that night.

She whined as she felt the fresh flood of warmth adding to the mess he had already made, unendingly grateful for the day she had realised that immortals could come essentially as many times as they wanted. She was desperately close to her own climax but not quite there, and she rocked her hips against him, groaning as his cock softened and slipped out, coated in wetness. “Baby, please,” she begged, spreading her legs a bit wider, and he groaned as he looked down to see his release trickling out onto her thighs. “Don’t think you can take any more inside, chérie,” he said, awed, as his hands spread her thighs so that he could have a good look. His fingers stroked through her folds, coming away with a mixture of her own wetness and his come, and she moaned at the tease. “Book,” she whined, and he took pity on her, filling her with two fingers as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, and it only took a minute before she clenched tight around him, crying out as he worked her through her climax.

He thought that she would be satisfied, but she pulled him down to her, kissing him with intent, and he smiled a bit at her eagerness. “One more time,” she begged, and he might not love all the parts of his immortality, but he did love being able to get it up for her whenever she wanted him. “One more time,” he agreed easily, sliding back inside her and savouring her contented mewl of pleasure. “But baby, I really think you’re full,” he told her as he fucked his release back into her. “If I give you another load it’s just going to drip out of you.”

“Don’t care,” she said, her legs wrapped tight around his waist as she pulled him closer, arching into each thrust. “You can pull out and come on my thighs,” she suggested casually, and he groaned, briefly losing his rhythm. “Goddamn it, chérie,” he cursed, hands on her hips as he took advantage of how slick she was to pound into her in a way he was usually too careful to do. “You want that? Want me to come all over those pretty thighs, get them nice and messy?” She nodded, eyes wide, and then, because she knew that hearing her speak French was his weakness, added “S’il te plait, Sébastien,” and he hastily pulled out, fisting his cock, his eyes locked on how beads of his last release were still dripping down her folds. “Fuck, Nile, oh yes, fuck—“ he gasped out, his cock jerking, and then he shot thick stripes across her thighs. “Merde, so good,” he said with a sigh as his length finally started to soften properly, getting the message that he had made enough of a mess of her already.

He could have fallen asleep right then if he had allowed himself to, drained by coming so many times in quick succession, but he knew already what she would want, and he loved giving it to her. He crawled down the bed to settle between her legs, her thighs still splayed wide so he could see the full obscene picture—the streaks of white cooling on her legs, and then her gorgeous cunt, flushed and slick just for him. He had done this to her, and now he would clean her up, just the way she liked.

He started by carefully licking up the drops of his last release, enjoying the way she shivered as his mouth worked over her sensitive inner thighs, and then he turned his attention to the evidence of his earlier orgasms, his hands gently holding her legs apart as he lapped at her folds, carefully working his tongue into her to try and clean her as much as he could. At first he was entirely focused on chasing the salty taste of his own release, but once he thought he had gotten to most of it, he was able to turn his attention to her pleasure, his tongue tracing undefinable patterns through her folds as she trembled and whined. “Book,” she gasped, fingers tugging hard at his hair, earning a groan from him. “Oh, right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop, shit—“ He had absolutely no intention of stopping, and in fact redoubled his efforts, his nose rubbing very deliberately against her clit, and he only needed to make a few more passes with his tongue before she shouted, arching off the bed in pleasure. “Mm, Book,” she remarked, finally contented, and pushed him away from where she was still twitching and over sensitive. “So good to me as always,” she murmured, and he flushed a bit at the praise, cuddling up to her side. “Are you satisfied, my heart?” He asked, and she chuckled a bit, nuzzling his hair.

“For now,” she said cheekily. “But I have an idea for tomorrow morning,” she whispered, her warm breath on his ear sending a shiver through him. “Oh?” She had a lot of ideas in the bedroom, and most of them ended up with him being absolutely wrecked by desire for this amazing woman. “Mm, yes. It starts by me waking up to find that you’ve already used my body and come inside me at least once,” she confessed. “I know how you get morning wood like clockwork, and you know how late I sleep, so it shouldn’t be hard. Then it involves us having lazy morning sex once I’m awake, and then you get to pick out a plug to keep me full of you all. day. long—“ she peppered her words with kisses to the corner of his mouth. “Then we’re going to make a nice complicated dinner for our family and take our time enjoying it, and you’re going to know the whole time that I’m just waiting for you to fill me up again and again,” and he groaned at the thought. He had thought that his body was completely exhausted, but his cock was giving weak twitches of interest, and he pulled her into his arms, spooning her and kissing the nape of her neck. “I wholeheartedly approve of this plan,” he told her, “but you had better stop talking about it or else I won’t wake up in time to do my duty,” and he drifted to sleep to the sound of her fond laughter.

Start of a fill here for two posts which someone suggested could be combined in the latest fill fest post :) Combined prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7570.html?thread=2802066#cmt2802066

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27777109/chapters/67996627

🔥🔥🔥 safewording is hot, also, considerate Joe.

Nick safe wording is so fucking hot to me because of everything that it implies about trust. I was really hoping you might revisit that idea you hinted at early on with Joe almost safe wording and pushing through—the dom using a safe word is SO hot to me.

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