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Fills Post #2

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Very few things make Nile feel young nowadays. Compared to the others, yeah, she’s hardly more than a child going into her fifties, but her late teens, early twenties feel like they were in another lifetime (pun intended).

Making out in a tiny cafe’s bathroom when they’re supposed to be meeting the others in less than twenty minutes is one of those few things. As Booker’s hand slips inside her freshly unbuttoned pants, Nile’s musings flee altogether.

“They’re gonna hear us,” he mutters, sounding entirely too smug for someone who’s just as flushed in arousal, and more than a little hard inside his own pants, judging by the bulge pressed against her hip.

Nile bites his neck just under the shirt collar, sucking a bruise that will fade before they step out in public again, and is rewarded with a groan. “And who’s fault is that?”

“Yours, of course,” he says, fingers toying with the elastic of her panties, and Nile chokes off a moan, “It was you who was bored enough to think trying to get your hands on my cock in the middle of the cafe was a good idea.”

“I thought my hands on your cock was always a good idea,” she pouted, batting her eyelashes in fake innocence.

“Except when we have a mission on the wait, and no time to change in between,” he followed, trying his hardest to sound stern but falling into laughter in the end. She remembered that mission well enough, how she’d accosted him just a few minutes before they had to go in, and sent him off dazed and flushed, come drying inside his pants as a reminder. He’d fucked her as if possessed afterwards, hard and fast at first, changing to drawn out and teasing halfway through. Needless to say, she was anything but remorseful of that memory.

“I think,” he continued, fingers tracing her over her already damp fabric, “You deserve a taste of your own medicine.”

He smothered her exclamation with his lips, the kiss turning filthy and deep just as his fingers—lovely, thick, and so very talented—pushed inside her panties to stroke her clit. She moaned, breathless, hands scrabbling against the back of his neck; he paid no mind to the nails digging into his skin, the fingers teasing harder and faster, until she felt her orgasm cresting, and then they left.

Before she could complain, the entire hand cupped her, the heel pressing at her clit at each stroke. The slide turned easier each time, her wetness smoothing the way; the fingers played with her lips, barely brushing against her entrance before retreating again, and she clenched in anticipation. The heel dug against her clit harder, faster, and he brought her all the way to the crest, only to pull her back again at the last moment. Nile felt drenched, the wetness between her legs seeping into her poor panties, maybe even into her pants, and she squeezed her eyes, pricking with frustrated tears.

“It’s okay, love,” he whispered in her ear, warm breath tickling her skin, as he waited for her to calm down. He muttered sweet praises until she managed to relax the clench of her thighs, and his hand could move freely again. This time the fingers returned with clear purpose, the thumb pressing circles against her clit as she felt two slip inside her, easy and soft. “I got you.”

She bit him again, to muffle the moans she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain otherwise, and the two fingers turned to three. The rhythm kept steady, pressing and circling, and sliding, until Nile’s vision whited out in pleasure. She came to with him holding her up, hand still cupping her inside her pants. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, while she struggled to catch her breath. She could still feel him hard against her, and an amazing idea flitted through her mind.

Her phone rang, strident against the tiled walls.

“You’re ten minutes late already, where are you?” said Andy, a bit past curious and into annoyance. “Wait, why are you breathless?” she added before Nile could even answer. “Nile, tell me you weren’t fucking right before a mission again.”

“We weren’t fucking right before a mission again?” she tried, and heard Quynh’s laughter in the background behind Andy’s groan.

“Please tell me we weren’t this bad when we first got together?” She heard Andy mutter.

“You still are,” Nile answered, with Quynh echoing “We still are,” further away, and she felt Booker shaking in barely suppressed laughter.

“Okay, I don’t mind the state you’re in, just get here in ten minutes.”

“Sure, boss,” Booker answered, right before Andy hung up on them. They stayed pressed against each other a while longer, the silence comfortable in that still unbelievable way new things tended to be. Booker, looking at her with sudden mischief, brought his hand up, and slowly started to lick it clean, smirking when she groaned at the filthy sight, but when Nile tried to sneak her hand between them, he stopped her.

“I can make it quick,” she protested.

“I’d rather wait until we have time for more than quick,” he said, putting her panties back to right again, buttoning and zipping her pants. Immediately Nile felt the dampness, the wet fabric sticky and itchy, and she realised the deviousness of his payback.

They wouldn’t have time to change for at least another twelve hours.

He had the audacity to blink at her, pressing an innocent peck to her lips before exiting the cubicle. Nile was still speechless while he washed his hands, turning back to her and biting back a smirk. She frowned at him with everything she had.

“C’mon, shouldn’t leave Andy waiting even more.”

She would have to think about her payback now.

yesssss, i love how easy and casual things are between Nile and Book, and the rest of the team too.

O H H I loved this!! So hot! And I love how you waited until the ending to reveal it was kinky play they'd set up together. Wow omg <3

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Super hot, I love it!

Of course Joe is super hot but the way you wrote that, damn you somehow made him hotter!

That was delightful, thanks for sharing.

This is so damn fun!

Each character is perfect. I love it. And your humor is so great.

“It’s just the pachys,” Quỳnh said. “They like to talk to each other.”

“Glad someone’s having fun,” said Joe.

I laughed out loud : )

*screaming into space* This is so gooooooood!

Prompt: https://www.dreamwidth.org/go?redir_type=threadroot&journal=theoldguardkinkmeme&talkid=3260803

"Nile is used to sometimes faking her orgasm because some of her exes would get impatient when it took her too long to get off. Booker, however, is a connoisseur and can tell the difference immediately from when she’s actually coming, and makes it extremely clear to her (with visual demonstrations) that he’s happy to take care of her for hours, whatever she needs."

Nile really thought an orgasm was supposed to look and feel a certain way. She expected that when it came down to it, she’d experience a shuddering, overwhelming feeling at the hands of an attentive partner. And yet that sort of release had always remained frustratingly beyond her reach. Her previous partners had tried everything in their power to drive her over the edge, flipping her and turning her, thrusting harder and softer all in an effort to get her off—until finally she’d learned to fake it to head off inevitable feelings of disappointment.

“Oh! Here I come!” Nile screamed, shuddering and shaking her hips like a washing machine.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian cried out, appalled, when she jerked around his cock as he thrust against her.

“I’m coming!”

But she wasn’t. She was trying to spare his feelings. She wanted to make him believe what they were doing was good for her. She wanted to match him, blow for blow.

Sebastian treated her well enough, like an equal, without constantly reminding her of their age gap as the others tended to do. She didn’t want him to think of her as inexperienced or innocent, compared to his decades of experience making love to women.

“Wait.” Sebastian pulled out, his hands on her hips in an effort to put some space between them. He was breathing hard and shaking his head. “No. This isn’t right.”

“What?”

“Was I hurting you?”

“No! Of course you weren’t.” Nile felt heat rise to her cheeks as she rushed to reassure him with a fib. “It was good for me, what we were doing. The way you—” she made a thrusting motion, to illustrate her point without saying too much.

“I could have sworn I was hurting you,” he frowned, pulling back further. “You were making a face like. . . Wait. Were you faking just now?”

“What? No!”

“Bon sang! Nile, I’ve been with enough women to tell the difference!”

He’d hit the nail on the head. No doubt he’d had decades of experience with hundreds of women, while all she’d had were a few years of fumbling around and a number of exes she could count on one hand.

“Don’t I know it!” she shouted back.

“What?”

“You always treat me like a child—like I’ll never be experienced enough to be an equal partner to you.”

He gave her a look that was difficult for her to read and shook his head. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel less than you are,” he told her, with a frankness she appreciated. “I don’t mean to come off as condescending to you.”

“It’s not just you. The others can be so—” She clenched her hands into fists to channel her anger without blowing up at him.

“Set in their ways?”

She snorted. So maybe he understood something of what it was like to live with a group of people who were hundreds of years older than you were.

“Tell me about your experience, then,” he prompted her.

“My exes? What about them?”

“Did you feel you had to pretend with them? To orgasm?”

“Sometimes.” She shrugged. “They were attentive and all, but sometimes I felt like I was testing their patience. They were putting all this work in and it just wasn’t doing it for me and it wasn’t leading to anything.”

“Hm.”

Sebastian turned Nile’s hand over in his own, rubbing his calloused thumb over the back of her hand.

“You know,” he said, “we have all the time in the world. We can take all the time we need, if that’s what you need.”

He moved closer, then. “Whatever you need,” he said, trailing his hands suggestively over her chest and her breasts and her navel. “Faire l’amour,” he whispered into her ear, making her breath hitch, “isn’t just about fucking.”

She moaned when he moved away again to crouch between her bent knees.

“When you touch yourself, what do you like?” he asked, patiently, keeping his hands to either side of her hips on the mattress.

Nile looked down at her navel, searching for the right words. “I press hard on my clit, rubbing downward, almost like I’m trying to push it back into my body,” she explained, hoping it made sense to him. “And it always feels more intense when I press my face against a pillow, like I’m smothering myself.” She shrugged, a little embarrassed when she thought of how often she’d tried to get herself off that way for years. It hardly felt like the sort of experience one could share with a partner. “When I do it like that, it makes me shudder and sometimes I get all wet down there, too.”

“It sounds to me like you might enjoy breathplay. Have you ever tried it?”

“No,” she admitted. She’d never had enough trust in a bed partner enough to ask. “I’ve always been too risk-averse to bring it up.”

“Would you like to try it, now?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She shared something with this man—a curse, a condition, a bond—that she’d never shared with any of her exes. She could hardly explain why but she felt she could trust that with him she wouldn’t come to any harm. He’d never intend to hurt her and what he didn’t intend, she’d heal.

“We’ll start slow,” he told her. “We’ll take all the time you need and when you think you’re close, I’ll put some pressure on your airway.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me to stop, I’ll stop. If you can’t speak, you can tap my shoulder and I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t forget,” he said, shifting closer to her without breaking their eye contact. “This is about your experience, not mine. I want nothing more than to make you reach your climax—however long it takes.”

She nodded, parting her legs for him when he placed his hands on her knees. She fisted her hands in the bed sheets and gasped when he pressed his thumb to her clit.

“Like this?”

She gasped and moaned at the force with which he stimulated her sex—as though he really did intend to push the organ back inside her body. She cried out and he relented and she begged for more of his touch.

He obliged her.

She clutched at his naked shoulders as he thumbed her clit with one hand, clutching at her pelvis for more leverage, and stimulated her vagina with the fingers of his other hand. She shivered and shook as he massaged her clitoris forcefully. He wasn’t being gentle and she could really feel it.

“Oh!”

She felt him press his forehead against her shoulder, grunting and sweating, as he focused on pleasing her. She leaned her head against his, responding to his touch but too overwhelmed to do much else.

She wasn’t faking anything when she started shuddering and shaking beneath him.

“Oh!" she gasped. "I think I’m coming!”

“Déjà?” he growled, though he sounded pleased with his efforts. He let up some of the pressure on her clit as he moved to press the crook of his hand, slick with sweat, against the base of her throat.

“Prête?”

She nodded to whatever he’d said. Or groaned. Or pleaded with him. She hardly cared how she’d answered or what she’d said, so long as he followed through on his promises. He’d promised her an orgasm and she’d never wanted one so much.

She’d hardly taken a breath when he started to put pressure on her throat—constricting her airway while he continued to manipulate and stimulate her sex with firm strokes. Her chest heaved beneath his weight while hardly drawing in any air and she shuddered from the lack of it. She revelled in a feeling she’d fruitlessly sought each time she’d pressed her face to her pillow, only now she couldn’t escape from it. She felt powerless beneath his hands as he pleasured and pressured her without providing any respite that might allow for this feeling to recede like a wave. She felt her whole body shake as an overwhelming feeling welled up inside her and tore through her in its attempt to escape her small frame. She was lying at the epicentre of a cataclysm that was entirely beyond her control.

Nile gave a breathless scream that felt more like it had been punched out of her chest than expressed from her throat.

When she climaxed, she came so hard she lost all control. She could hardly move or breathe for a few beats afterward. She could just about feel how drenched she was between her legs. She was a mess.

For once, though, she didn't feel a lingering sense of disappointment; she nearly felt overwhelmed with a deep sense of satisfaction. This was the feeling she'd been chasing for years.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, without speaking or making a sound, after he'd released his grip on her throat.

“What was that?” she gasped, when she’d taken a few breaths and felt her heartbeat steady enough that she wasn’t worried she’d pass out.

“La petite mort,” Sebastian answered, smiling at her knowingly. “When you experience so much pleasure that you feel like you’re dying, but then you come back to life.”

“Oh.”

Sebastian kissed the look of shock and awe from Nile’s face.

“A real orgasm, ma chérie, is very hard to fake convincingly.”

“I get it now.”

Perhaps, Nile thought, Sebastian had a few things he could teach her.

OP here!! Can’t believe someone filled this so quickly and I love it! I laughed at the description of her shaking like a washing machine when she was trying to pretend. I loved their communication and the breath play was a nice surprise ;)

Thanks, OP! I'm very proud of that line, so I'm glad you mentioned it. That simile does so much to convey how hard Nile is faking her orgasm, that it still makes me chuckle inappropriately.

This was a great prompt—short, sweet, and perfect for a 1500 word fill. Keep them coming!

Omg when I read the part about the pillow I thought ‘is there going to be breathplay in here?!!!!’ And there is and I love you for it and now I definitely want more of them omg. You’ve inspired me to go look into some breathplay prompts to fill. This was delicious. Thanks for filling.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I agree with you on all points—there are definitely more breathplay prompts out there that deserve to be filled.

This was my prompt, and I loved your fill!! Everything about his was perfect—them rushing, trying to fit this in before a job, the casual teasing and obvious familiarity between those two, the vindictive side of first Booker and then Nile at the end. Just perfect!!

Nile felt drenched, the wetness between her legs seeping into her poor panties, maybe even into her pants, and she squeezed her eyes, pricking with frustrated tears.

“It’s okay, love,” he whispered in her ear
^^LOVED that bit so much!

Also the little exchange with Andy and Quynh was so cute!! I really liked seeing the interaction between all four of them, and especially Nile and Quynh ganging up on them a bit.

Finally, the fact that Booker leaves her like that for TWELVE HOURS?! I love him and you, dear author. So hot, and I hope to read more Nile/Booker fills from you in the future!

Original prompt: Andromache tells Nile she leads a team with two other immortals - only there's 4 people meeting them in Goussainville. Joe and Nicky explain they are regular humans: the Old Guard saved them as children and then had to raise them because they "simply refused to leave." (There's obviously more to the story but Nile is Not In The Mood to investigate)

That night, they are attacked by Merrick's goons...

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28599108/chapters/70093119

(This is a second fill and it's a WIP.)

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1208235#cmt1208235

Joe buys Nicky from another Dom for a weekend during a slave auction. However, as they start a scene, Joe feels something is off. Nicky seems reluctant and Joe is experienced enough Dom to know it’s not just common nerves. He stops the scene and comforts and reassures Nicky until he confesses that he didn’t want to participate in the auction but his Dom “convinced” him, both because he wanted the money (it was a charity auction but the Dom gets the percentage off the sale) and because he was getting off at the thought of Nicky with someone else - even though Nicky never wanted to be with anyone else. Even the auction itself was traumatising to him. Joe is livid. He informs the auction organisers about what happened to get the guy blacklisted, then spends the whole weekend pampering and taking care of Nicky. Nicky doesn't go back to his Dom.

Started on AO3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28605921/chapters/70110531

IM BUSY RIGHT NOW SO CANT READ IT JUST YET BUT I AM THE OP OF THE PROMPT AND I GET TWO FILLS??!?!?!!! OH MY GOD!!! :D
Thank you, cannot wait to read this!!

Merrick wants to make Joe pay for headbutting him, and stabbing him just wasn't enough. So he makes Joe watch as Keane and his team rape Nicky.

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/953.html?thread=32953#cmt32953

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28619253

OP here: Thank you! I love how dehumanising Merrick is towards the two of them, as it shows just how the only way he thinks of them is as a means to an end.

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?replyto=3279747

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28651176

That was a baeutiful piece of writing, also smoking hot. SO many orgasms! :D

...I mean for Nicky. Yeah, that's what I meant.

OMG "beautiful"

I love this, how do you dare to make me laugh while being hot?
Thanks for sharing <3

Hiiiii! Prompter here!

HOLY M*THERF*CKING JEEEEEEZUS! YASSS!! 😍🥵🥵🤯 🔥 🔥 💦

This was everything I ever could have dreamed of and more! Yusuf’s immediate need to explore and touch and poor sweet Nicky not even quite knowing if he’s about to come but at the same time Joe is just...Joe. Wonderful, playful, curious Joe and not like SEXGOD!Joe. (Not that there is anything wrong with sex god Joe)

And wanting to keep exploring when they’re done and Nicky being over-sensitive.

And the bonus scene! My love, the bonus scene is EVERYTHING. Like...some dicks are just fucking adorable soft. But like trying to explain why exactly an uncircumcised penis is so precious is so hard to actually explain.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you thank you thank youuuuuh! 😘😘😘

Author here, I'm so glad you enjoyed this!! Also yes soft dicks are just kind of cute and funny but those are both not words you want your lover to say about your genitals :P at least not until you're very used to each other

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With this wind blowing and this tide" - Dad!Booker, Joe & Nicky raised by the team AU

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Skin: Joe/Nicky, foreskin porn

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