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Fills Post #2

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This was adorable and very sexy! I love how eager Nicky was to learn something new!

OP here! first of all i can't believe how fast you filled this, you have my utmost respect.

second of all: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

you absolutey nailed the vibe of what i was looking for, just nicky being the most dedicated and focused on treating joe right. it was so very hot and sweet at the same time!

also i'm so incredibly pleased you incorporated multiple orgasms for joe because i was definitely considering putting that in the original prompt!! nicky making it his mission to wring out as many orgasms from joe as he can in one sitting is A++++ and i'm really glad you included it. also references to nicky's nose! because in my mind joe absolutely adores it, especially when it helps out with that clit action lmaoo

and finally i really do appreciate your justification for the modern au, and you're so right that it was lovely to be able to elaborate on joe's preferences and choices re: transitioning. its what he deserves!!

long story short THANK YOU for filling this, i will treasure it forever!! not sure if you would consider posting it on ao3 but i would love to see it there!

ALSO HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29503332
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Nile’s first crush had been on Princess Jasmine from Aladdin.

The movie itself had come out before she was born, but her parents had bought as many VHS tapes as they could afford so she, and later her brother, could watch them during Chicago’s cold winters. They’d watched The Lion King constantly, and later added other movies to their repertoire. Nile had loved them all. Her brother had liked most of them, but had found the Hunchback of Notre Dame to be a little too frightening.

Nile had wanted to watch it, but when her brother had started crying their mother had turned it off.

So they’d put on Aladdin instead. They’d watched it too many times to count, but Nile always loved it. She thought the genie was funny, Abu was amusing, and Aladdin was a great hero.

But Jasmine had always been her favourite.

She’d pretended to be her around the house, dressed up as her for Halloween, (which had been difficult to do while wearing a snowsuit, but she had managed) and begged for a Jasmine Barbie for her birthday. Her friends all had favourite princesses of course, but Jasmine was special. Nile thought she was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“She’s so pretty mama!” she’d insisted when her mother had asked why she loved Jasmine so much.

Her mother had laughed and agreed - Jasmine was pretty after all - but left it at that.

It had never occurred to Nile that there was maybe something more to her adoration of the character, and eventually she’d forgotten about it. She outgrew her dolls, and became obsessed instead with fantasy books. And if she developed a small crush on Hermione Granger, no one needed to know. That was a secret she held close to her chest, and never dared voice out loud.

She had dated a wonderful boy in highschool. He had been a bit of a nerd (she had been as well), but kind, and someone she got along with well. They’d lost their virginities to each other in their senior year, and while Nile had enjoyed herself, she could remember very clearly thinking that something was missing. That something just wasn’t quite right.

They had broken up soon after, though Nile still thought of him fondly, and hoped he was happy with his life. He deserved it.

She’d dated again in University, but never seriously. Her studies had always come first. She was a good student, and enjoyed learning. And while she enjoyed going on dates, enjoyed sex, and enjoyed going out to clubs, there was always something off.

She pushed the feeling to the back of her mind, and learned to ignore it.

She met Dizzy soon after joining the marines, and immediately formed a not-so-little crush on the other woman. She hadn’t thought much of it though. She’d had crushes on women before after all, all through her life. She assumed everyone did.

Her crush on Dizzy only grew.

It wasn’t love, not yet, not really, but Nile knew herself well enough to know it could grow to be love. She felt more at peace with the other woman than she ever had with her highschool boyfriend, or any other boy she’d ever dated.

They experimented once while drinking, making out in a small corner of a bar in some nondescript city. Nile had buried her fingers in the other woman’s hair, breathing in her scent. Heat had pooled in her belly faster than it ever had with men, and Nile had pushed her body close to Dizzy’s, kissing down the long line of her friend's neck, breathing in the scent of her.

Jay had interrupted them, laughing loudly as she’d come back over with drinks, looking over her shoulder at someone. Nile couldn’t remember who.

She and Dizzy had never talked about what they’d done. Nile assumed the other woman had forgotten, given how bad her hangover had been the next morning. But Nile couldn’t forget. She would never forget how right Dizzy’s body had felt pressed up against her, feeling the soft swell of breasts instead of hard muscles, the curve of a woman’s body under her hands.

She’d let it go. She had other things to worry about, like going to Afghanistan.

She’d hugged her mother and brother goodbye without saying anything, as she didn’t really know what to say. She knew that they would accept her no matter what, but she had no idea what she would tell them. She hadn’t really thought of it herself.

So she left it, holding the feeling close to her chest, right under her ribcage.

Then she had died, her throat slashed in a hot room in a small village, with Dizzy’s face in front of her.

She’d thought, for a brief moment before her life had faded, to confess to Dizzy, but couldn’t. Even if her vocal cords had not been severed she wouldn’t be able to form the words. And when she’d woken up the world had been so different, so harsh and cruel, that she hadn’t thought of it again.

She spared Dizzy one last thought when she’d gone to bed in Goussainville, mourning for lost possibilities and missed joy.

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Her new life was too busy to even think about sex.

They travelled often, moving from place to place easily. Andy sometimes left for weeks on end, leaving her with Joe and Nicky. The men trained her, but also welcomed her kindly, and never made her feel like the ‘newbie’. Even though she was. They told her stories, some so fantastical that she could do little more than laugh, and some so heartfelt she couldn’t help but cry.

But what she loved most about being with Joe and Nicky though wasn’t the stories, or travelling to places she’d only ever dreamt of, or even the knick knacks they had lying around, but how in love they were.

They reminded her of her grandparents in many ways. Two halves of the same soul or some sappy shit like that. It was in everything they did - from how Nicky would pour Joe coffee first, to how Joe looked up whenever Nicky entered a room. Their love was real and palatable, in every nook and cranny of their beings.

Watching them made her feel warm. Their love was the one constant in her new life, and she didn’t think she would ever be tired of seeing them together. It gave her hope that love was real and attainable.

She knew they had not had an easy path to loving one another, but that somehow made it all the more real.

She’d also learned to listen to music as she fell asleep. She loved them both dearly, but they were like her dads at this point, or her much older brothers, and there were some things she just didn’t want to hear. Ever.

Andy returned eventually, tanned and with her hair shorn close to her scalp.

“How’d you like being with these two lovebirds?” she’d teased, eyeing ‘the boys’ with a wide grin, crows feet crinkling happily as she shoved some homemade pastry into her mouth.

Nile had smiled, and told the ancient woman the truth. That she had loved each and every moment. That Joe and Nicky were incredible.

She hadn’t missed the looks of relief Joe and Nicky exchanged, or the way Andy’s shoulders seemed to relax

She vowed never to make Joe or Nicky feel bad about their love. No matter what.

“You don’t have to stay with us,” Nicky said kindly, taking a sip of his cocktail. Nile thought it was a Cosmopolitan, something she wouldn’t have expected Nicky to drink. She’d had him pegged as a wine guy, and Joe as a beer guy.

Joe, at least, had proven her right. He had a strong arm thrown over Nicky’s shoulders, and was deep in conversation with Andy. The woman was drinking tequila straight, and Nile was more than a little frightened of her.

“I like you guys though,” Nile said with a grin.

Nicky took another sip of his drink, a soft smile on his face. Nile loved Nicky’s smiles. They made her feel safe and so incredibly loved. He and Joe were just amazing. As was Andy, but Andy still frightened her in a way.

“You’re going to be stuck with Joe and me for centuries, cara,” Nicky pointed out. “And I’ve seen you eyeing that woman over there. She’s eying you back, if that’s what’s holding you back.”

Nile looked over to the woman she had, admittedly, been eying for a brief moment, before swinging her gaze back to Nicky.

His smile faded, and he reached over, brushing a braid over her shoulder. He and Joe had spent the better part of an afternoon installing box braids for her, and Nile still felt weepy when she thought about it. She’d asked them how they’d learned, and they had launched into another story, this one about a young girl they had fostered. There had been grief in the story, as the woman was long since dead, but also joy. Nile hoped she’d be able to talk about her mother and brothers that way someday.

“We love you, Nile,” he said, taking her hand gently. “We all do.”

Nile blinked back tears at the acceptance in his voice.

“I don’t even know…” she trailed off, not sure what she was going to say. The words died the moment she started to say them.

Joe looked over from his conversation with Andy, grinning widely at her. “Go have fun, Nile!” he said, pulling Nicky a little closer. “We’re being boring.”

Andy snorted, standing and stretching slowly. “Speak for yourselves,” she scolded. “I’m plenty fun.”

Nile laughed. Joe and Nicky were that old married couple and knew it, while Andy was certainly more wild.

Joe laughed loudly and happily. “Sure, boss,” he teased.

Andy rolled her eyes and stalked away. Nile decided she didn’t want to know what the other woman was going to get up to.

Nicky squeezed her hand again. “We would love for you to stay with us -”

“- but won’t be offended if you go have some fun. We know you love us, kid.” Joe finished.

Nile shook her head. “I like spending time with the two of you,” she protested honestly.

Joe grinned. “And we love spending time with you. But don’t want to hold you back.”

Nile finished her beer. “You’re not,” she promised. “I…” she trailed off. “I’d rather stay with you two right now, unless you want some time alone. Then I can totally clear off.” She wiggled her eyebrows to show that she wouldn’t be offended if they did want some to themselves, but was also feeling suddenly fragile and unsure of herself, and didn’t want to be alone.

No matter how stunning the woman at the bar was.

Her emotions were a mess, and she didn’t want to deal with them. Not now. She knew she would have to at some point, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to enjoy the live music and be with her new family. She felt safe with Joe and Nicky, and knew herself well enough to know that’s what she needed.

Joe smiled at her, eyes kind, and Nile knew he and Nicky understood.

“Wing eating contest then?” he asked.

She laughed, snorting when Nicky rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“You’re on, old man!” she grinned.

Nicky mumbled something under his breath in a language Nile did not understand, but she knew him well enough to figure out he was making a comment about the food. She didn’t mind - it was part of his charm. She’d had a lot of fun eating frozen pizza, just to see his reaction.

“Old man!” Joe laughed, white teeth flashing behind his well groomed beard. “Just for that, I’m not going to go easy on you!”

Nile stuck out her tongue, but felt considerably lighter.

She had all the time in the world to figure things out. Right now she wanted to spend time with her new family, feeling loved and safe. Not worrying about whether or not she liked women.

Nicky smiled at her again, kind and soft, and Nile leaned over to kiss his cheek, then Joe’s.
She really did love them.

Even if Joe was going to go down.

Several months later she was feeling a little braver, and a lot more comfortable with herself, and went home with a woman about five years her senior. She was alone this time. Andy had managed to catch a small cold and been ordered to sleep by Nicky (who apparently had several medical degrees), and the men had decided to stay in and watch a movie. When she’d left they’d been talking in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to watch.

Nile had considered staying, but the urge to explore had won out.

She knew there would come a time when she’d want to stay in, when exploring a new city wasn’t such a big draw, but she hoped that was a long way away. Joe and Nicky still explored after all, and they were nearly 1,000.

She took an uber downtown, deciding against figuring out a foreign transit system, and soon lost herself in the tourist district. She spoke with a group of Canadian backpackers, some random Australian men, and one older American woman, before meeting her.

“You look a little lost.”

Nile didn’t startle, not after training with Andy, Joe, and Nicky, but she came close. She turned to see a beautiful woman about her height, with chin length auburn hair and warm brown eyes.

Nile smiled. “Not lost,” she said. “Just not sure what I’m looking for exactly.”

The woman grinned, showing the gap in her front teeth. Nile fell slightly in love right there and then.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Only if I can buy you one after,” Nile responded.

The woman laughed. “Sure thing,” she said, walking with Nile over to a secluded seat at the bar, off to the side and away from the crowds. “I’m Piper.”

“Nile!”

Piper grinned again, hair falling into her dark eyes. Nile wanted to run her hands through it. “Nice to meet you, Nile! Now, what are you drinking?”

When they tumbled into bed together later that night in Piper’s flat, Nile felt nervous for a brief moment, realising abruptly that she wasn’t actually sure what to do.

“I’ve never…”

Piper held a finger to her lips, swinging a leg across Nile’s lap and grinding down. Nile moaned, hands coming up to grip her hips.

“We all start somewhere,” Piper said, her Irish accent strong. “I know I did once. Just promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, yeah?”

Nile leaned forwards to kiss her, moving her hands from Piper’s hips to finally run through her auburn hair. It was as soft as it looked. “As long as you promise the same,” she insisted when they broke apart.

Piper nodded. “Sounds like a plan, beautiful,” she grinned, before moving her hands to cup Nile’s chest, circling her hips at the same time.

The next morning Nile felt as though her heart could burst. She’d enjoyed sex before, usually, but she’d never felt so complete. She’d just assumed it wasn’t her thing, even after her make out session with Dizzy. But she knew better now.

She and Piper made breakfast together, exchanging lazy kisses and funny anecdotes, before parting ways. Nile knew she likely wouldn’t see the woman again, but somehow didn’t mind. Piper kissed her when she left, giving her an old travel mug full of strong coffee.

Nile would end up keeping the mug for decades, smiling every time she used it, thinking back to a kind Irish woman with a gap-toothed smile and a laugh like the sun.

When she made it back to the safehouse Andy was asleep on the sofa, one arm over her eyes, and Joe was sketching at the kitchen table while Nicky baked focaccia. Her mouth watered at the smell of rosemary and olive oil.

Nicky noticed her first, sending her one of his small smiles. “Pass the salt?” he asked, nodding towards it.

Nile handed it over, hopping up to sit on the counter. She loved watching Nicky or Joe cook. It made her feel at home.

Andy couldn’t cook, though would happily do the shopping if she knew someone else would make a meal for her. Booker, apparently, could cook, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed, while Quynh had only been able to cook extraordinarily spicy meals.

Joe and Nicky, however, enjoyed making meals. Apparently cooking together had helped them grow closer after their first deaths all those years ago, and they had kept up the tradition.

Nile was quite happy with that. It made her feel more at home, and she got to eat some amazing food. It was a win-win in her books. She would cook as well, usually meals her mother and grandmother had made for her growing up. It had been hard at first, making things that brought back memories of her old life, but it had helped.

“Can I help?” she asked, peering at the dough curiously.

Nicky shook his head. “In a bit,” he replied. “I’m done for now.”

“How was your night, kid?” Joe asked, not even bothering to look up from his sketchbook. Nile wasn’t offended - she could be the same way when she tried to draw.

“It was actually great,” Nile said, grinning widely.

Joe looked up, looking pleased, and Nicky smiled at her.

“Good! You deserve a night away from us old people.” Joe chuckled.

Nile rolled her eyes, but was grinning. She debated briefly on telling them about Piper - she knew she would get nothing but support from them, as well as from Andy and (eventually) Booker - but wanted to keep it to herself for now.

“What movie did you end up watching?” Nile asked.

Nicky said something in a language Nile did not yet understand, sounding incredibly annoyed. Joe just smirked. Nile decided right there and then she didn’t want to know.

“I’m gonna go shower,” she said, leaving the kitchen at a near run when she noticed Joe eyeing Nicky’s ass. There were some things she just didn’t want or need to see.

Andy was awake when she entered the living room on her way upstairs, stretching luxuriously.

“They being all cute again?” she asked with a yawn.

Nile nodded. “Always.”

Andy looked towards the kitchen with an almost wistful look on her face, eyes soft. She loved Joe and Nicky (as well as Booker and Quynh) desperately, and Nile knew the ancient women was incredibly happy they had each other.

“Good night?”

Nile nodded. It had been amazing.

Andy eyed her for a long moment, before shaking her head. “Go shower kid,” she said. “You look like you were up late.”

Nile rolled her eyes but went, Piper’s travel mug still clutched in her hands.

They had just finished a job, and Nile had managed to convince Andy to give them a break. Once she’d got Joe and Nicky on her side it had been easy. Andy may look and act tough, but she was a sucker for her family.

Especially when they all gave her their best puppy dog eyes.

They were on Hvar this time, a stunning Croatian Island in the Adriatic. They’d wandered around, taking in the beautiful town and eating far too much ice cream, before stopping at a waterfront bar. Andy had quickly rented them several lounge chairs under an umbrella and settled down with a beer, looking like she wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.

Joe and Nicky, being Joe and Nicky, shared a chair, leaving the third one for her.

She pulled hers out into the sun, basking in the welcome heat. She wanted to stay here forever, listening to the crashing waves, the low hum of voices, and the music drifting over from the bar.

“I’m grabbing more drinks,” Joe said several hours later. “Want anything?”

“Another beer,” Andy said, sounding half asleep.

“You pick for me, love,” Nicky said, reaching for the sunscreen and turning to Andy. Nile didn’t envy him. Andy seemed to forget that she wouldn’t heal instantly from a burn now, and despised putting sunscreen on. She and Nicky had fought about it several times already, and Nile suspected they were about to fight again.

“Nile?” Joe asked, ignoring the drama.

“A cider please!” she said.

Joe nodded, leaving for the bar.

Nile closed her eyes again, willfully ignoring the fast past argument beside her. She wanted no part in convincing Andy to wear the sunscreen. Nicky was right, or course, but Andy was like a force of nature. Nile had no interest in getting involved in that.

Joe came back several minutes later, somehow carrying four drinks without spilling a drop. He handed Andy her beer first, before giving Nicky (who had, somehow, won the argument) a glass of white wine. He handed Nile a cider, and kept the other for himself.

“Thanks!” she grinned.

Joe just nodded, sliding back onto the lounge chair, bending his knees comfortably. Nicky leaned against them, tilting his face up to the sun.

“The bartender asked about you,” Joe told her, rolling his head to the side. He looked at her over his sunglasses, eyes warm. “None of us will blame you if you go off and talk to him.”

Nicky took a sip of his wine, glancing over to the bar curiously from behind his sunglasses.

“Well, he’s good at mixing drinks at least,” he said. Nile glanced over to where the unsuspecting man was expertly pouring some vividly pink concoction into a tall glass, a charming smile on his admittedly handsome face.

Nile paused for a second, before shaking herself. She knew she had nothing to fear, not from her family, but it was instinctual to hoard this close. It had been something just for her for so long now, and saying anything out loud seemed wrong.

But she loved and trusted Andy, Joe, and Nicky. She didn’t want to hide from them. Or from herself.

She abruptly thought back to Princess Jasmine, on how she used to call her “the most beautifulest person ever!”. She thought about Dizzy, about Piper, and even about the woman at the bar, long ago now. She thought about how kissing boys had felt wrong, even when they had been wonderful people.

She thought about how she didn’t want to pretend. Not to herself, and not to her family.

She may not be able to tell her mother, or her brother, anymore, but she could tell her new family. She could tell the people who had shown, time and time again, that they loved her for who she was. They’d already seen her checking out that woman at the bat all those months ago after all, even though they hadn’t brought it up again. She could be herself with them - she didn’t have to pretend.

Not anymore.

“Nah, he’s cute and all, but I’m not interested in men.”

Joe laughed, a warm sound that felt like a hug. “Well, I can’t say I get that,” he teased, leaning forwards to run a hand through Nicky’s hair, “but good for you.”

Nicky gave her a small smile, his eyes boring into her very soul. He clearly was able to understand just how hard that had been for her to say, and how much of a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled back at him, fighting back tears.

Andy just snorted. “Women are better,” she yawned, one arm thrown over her eyes, her beer wet with condensation in her other hand. “But some men are okay.”

Joe growled in fake anger, turning towards Andy.

Nicky reached over, grasping Nile’s hand gently. Nile threaded her fingers with his, feeling like she could fly.

“Thank you,” Nicky said simply.

“I feel like I should be saying that to you,” Nile said, feeling slightly confused, but still incredibly loved. She had known they would be accepting of her, but it had still been incredibly difficult to say.

Nicky shook his head, somehow ignoring Joe moving behind him as he argued more vehemently with Andy. Nile didn’t even know what language they were using anymore.

“Thank you for trusting us,” he explained. “It is an honour.”

Nile’s eyes burned with tears, but she blinked them away. This wasn’t the time for crying. “Of course I trust you guys!”

Joe reentered the conversation. “Just don’t trust Andy,” he said, though his eyes were as kind and gentle as Nicky’s. “She’ll lead you astray.”

“I knew Sappho, Yusuf!” Andy hissed, sitting up. “What do you mean I’ll lead her astray?”

Nile laughed out loud, shaking her head at Andy’s antics.

Joe just raised an eyebrow. “I said what I said.”

Nicky rolled his green eyes when Joe and Andy got into it again, still holding her hand.

“We love you,” he told her simply.

“I love you guys too,” she said, leaning forwards to press a kiss on his scruffy cheek.

He squeezed her hand affectionately before letting go. “Go and have fun, tesoro,” he ordered. “You deserve it.”

Nile finished the last of her cider, breathing deeply. “I think I will,” she mused. There was a waterfront club beside the more chill bar they were relaxing at, and Nile knew she would enjoy herself. She didn’t know if she would meet anyone, but she liked having the option.

Nicky gave her a rare grin. “Good,” he said, sounding pleased.

Joe interrupted his playful argument long enough to tell her to have fun, before returning to Andy. Andy, true to form, didn’t stop lecturing Joe, but she did give Nile a supportive smile, so Nile took it as a win.

She also made a mental note to talk to Andy about Sappho as soon as she could.

She left for the club feeling happy and light as air, and when she met a woman with a wide smile and long dark hair she didn’t feel the usual stirring of guilt. She only felt joy.

They danced for hours, before Nile accompanied her back to her hotel, making love on the balcony under the light of the moon. When morning came she looked up to the deep blue sky, the scent of flowers and strong coffee in her nose, and felt completely at peace with herself for the first time she could remember.

She was under no illusion that immortality would be easy, or that her life would be without sorrow and pain, but she knew there would also be light and love and laughter. She had a family that loved and accepted her (though she was well aware that they were missing two members, and their absence cut deeply), and she was learning to love herself as well.

The other woman walked back out onto the balcony, wearing a fluffy hotel robe, pot coffee in hand. Nile grabbed the carafe from her and put it on the nearby table, before pulling her down into another kiss, hands sneaking into her robe.

The woman laughed, eyes dancing, and kissed her back.

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Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think :)

This was lovely ☺️ it’s late and I’m very tired from work so my articulation is not that great but I loved the way you contrasted Nile’s POV of finding her joy and settling into who she is with the comfort of a family that she’s easing into because what a difference it makes when you’re not afraid of judgment from those with the most power to hurt you (can’t relate haha homophobia sucks).

My favorite bit is the part with Dizzy because of tangible reasons. Especially the comparison between softer female bodies vs male bodies because that’s really such a thing that sticks out in the forefront of the mind for such a long time when trying to figure out attraction and sexuality.

I enjoyed this piece, enjoyed the realism too. Here for Nile being her best lady loving self. Thanks for sharing.

This is SO not my thing but the way you wrote this… So hot! I love all the details of her moaning and whimpering just because of having to pee, and inadvertently driving him crazy. Them just going for it immediately afterwards was perfect. Amazing job!!!

Absolutely fantastic balance of poetic and filthy! Loved it!

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3314563#cmt3314563

Direct link to fill on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29568111/chapters/72669657

Joe has both loved and loathed fashion over the years, particularly when it comes to his Nicky. This particular discovery, though? Is a pleasant surprise to both Joe and Nicky.

Fill for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10263.html?thread=3456023#cmt3456023
Basically, King Yusuf takes modest man Nicolo to be his concubine, except it's a ruse and Nicolo is actually his top military/spy advisor. Things are further complicated by the fact that they're both secretly in love with one another.

Galib was proud of his new promotion, to be a member of the Royal family’s private guard was an honour beyond the imagining of most common soldiers. Galib had secured the King’s regard when he had spotted an ambush intended for the King’s sister. Having ensured the princess’s safety, the King had requested to speak with him in person and had been impressed with how Galib had seen the signs of an ambush missed by the others in the Princess’s entourage.

Galib had not foreseen his current situation, discussing plans and protocols with the others in the guard, under the watchful gaze of the King and his concubine. The King yes, of course, but his bed warmer? Galib couldn’t understand why the man was privy to these meetings.

He tries not to let his eye wander over to where the man is reclining in an indolent sprawl on a pile of silks and cushions.

There had been much speculation when King Yusuf had brought the man into the palace. Rumour had it the man had been a priest, although Galib found this impossible to believe. The King could have his pick of men and women, why choose this tall, gangly limbed stranger from another land, with his peculiar pale eyes and unfathomable accent. However, King Yusuf made it clear that this man was his first and only choice, and Nicolo took his place in the palace, and the King’s bed.

When the King walks over to Nicolo and sits beside him, Galib has no choice but to direct his gaze there. The King’s dark eyes hold a warmth that makes them relatively easy to handle, but the kohl rimmed stare of his concubine is entirely another matter.

Galib tries not to fidget under the weight of that unfathomable gaze. The King whispers something into Nicolo’s ear and Galib feels his own neck prickle with heat when Nicolo’s lips curl up with a sly, knowing smile.

The pair continue to exchange whispers, too low to be decipherable even within the close confines of the room.

Galib is relieved he isn’t the only one affected when Asbat, another new recruit, falters when giving his report.

Yusuf frowns.

“Continue.”

Asbat does as he is ordered, but his gaze keeps flitting toward the man currently whispering into the King’s ear.

Galib cannot help but feel he is intruding on something a private, especially when the King’s fingers start to draw circles on Nicolo’s left thigh, and the man spreads his legs wider in response.

Finally, the briefing is over, and they are dismissed. Galib cannot help but sigh loudly as they step out into the relatively cool air of the corridor.

Majlad, their commanding officer, shoots him a surprisingly sympathetic look.

“You’d best get used to that, boy.”

“So, he is always there?”

It is Asbat who asks, unable to hide his horror.

There is no mistaking who ‘he’ is.

Majlad nods gravely.

“Every briefing. Once he was late and the King made us wait until he arrived.”

Asbat and Galib exchange baffled looks.

“But why?”

Majlad looks sternly at them both.

“It is not our place to question such things. If his Majesty wishes him to be present. Then he will be present. That’s all there is to it.”

The two young men nod quickly and vigorously, not wanting to incur their commander’s displeasure, even if it makes no sense to them.

Majlad dismisses them with a final warning.

“I hope I don’t need to remind you that whatever happens in these meeting it doesn’t travel beyond those of us who are in attendance.”

“Sir. Yes, sir!”

Satisfied, he sends them on their way.

!!!!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS OH MY GOD!!!!! LOVE the outsider!POV

I'm happy that you like it 😊 I'm working on the next part now. I plan to switch around the pov's. But I love outsider takes on our boys, so there will definitely be more of that.

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2095352&posted=1#cmt3494648

Lord Yusuf could have anyone he wants, but what he wants is the sweet, chaste priest who spends his days praying on his knees and abstaining from the good things in life.

Lord Yusuf purchases him from the Church and makes it his new hobby to defile and corrupt the most pious man he's ever seen in every way possible.

Any kinks, any level of consent. No ABO.

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29615124/chapters/72801183

Edited 2021-02-21 23:40 (UTC)

Not OP but I’ve been wishing someone would fill this. Good Sh*t Author 👍👍👍

PROMPT: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10263.html?thread=3462423#cmt3462423

FILL (chapter one of three): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29618733

Edited 2021-02-24 18:33 (UTC)

"So, what do you think?"

"Of the new recruits?"

Yusuf nods and waits patiently for Nicolo's reply; he knows Nicolo likes to consider his words carefully before speaking.

"Ahmed is too easily distracted, he must be trained out of that trait if he is to remain with the guard. Galib has again proven himself to be observant, and unlike Ahmed, he is able to keep his focus."

Yusuf huffs out a laugh.

"I don't know, I thought he was going to swallow his tongue when you spread your legs for me."

Nicolo looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, well," he mutters. "We can allow for that, I think.”

Yusuf is instantly contrite.

“I am sorry, my friend. I did not mean to cause you any discomfort.”

He steps closer, placing a hand on Nicolo’s forearm.

“Forgive me?”

Nicolo’s lips twitch in a smile.

“There is nothing to forgive. This façade was my idea, remember?”

Yes, Yusuf thinks, but it is I who seems to be getting the better side of this bargain.

For almost a year they have kept up the pretence that Nicolo merely serves as a distraction from the rigours of Kingship. More than a year since Yusuf had come to realise that his half-brother, Jafar, is plotting to take his throne.

The head of his mother's personal guard, Andromache, was the one to tell him about Nicolo, a former priest turned hermit, who had come to her aid several years ago when she was set upon by bandits. He had helped fight off her attackers and had then seen to her wounds and provided shelter until she was well enough to travel. Grateful for his timely assistance and intrigued by the soft spoken, but deadly stranger, she had come to form a close friendship with him.

Who better than a stranger, Andromache put forward, if you don’t know who to trust within your own walls?

Between them they had hatched a plan to have Nicolo act as Yusuf’s eyes and ears. With his barely clothed body anointed with fragrant oils, Nicolo certainly turned heads, but it was an effective way of hiding in plain sight. People assumed that he was no more than a vapid bed warmer. Certainly, the normally suspicious Jafar had dismissed him on sight.

But, as Yusuf soon discovers, Nicolo has an incredibly perceptive mind and a near uncanny ability to read people. Initially just engaged to listen and observe, when Nicolo starts to offer some of his insights and suggestions, Yusuf realises the man has a gift for military strategy.

He insists on making Nicolo his chief military advisor, albeit in secret. He certainly doesn’t trust the current head of the military, since tradition dictates that his half-brother has that role.

Of course, he has the authority to veto his brother’s commands, but he prefers not to do so directly. He doesn’t want it to look like he is disregarding his brother’s advice and acting as a dictator. Instead, Yusuf out manoeuvres him, leaving Jafar no choice but to back down or make a direct challenge for the throne. Since Jafar doesn’t, he clearly isn’t yet ready to play his hand.

“Yusuf?”

It takes Yusuf a moment to realise that Nicolo has been speaking.

“Sorry, I missed what you said. Tell me again?”

Nicolo’s forehead furrows in concern.

“You’re tired.”

“No-” Yusuf starts to deny it, but one look at Nicolo’s expression tells him he isn’t going to get away with that. “Well, yes, perhaps a little.”

“Jafar?”

“He wants to take our forces into the Western hills.”

Nicolo makes a noise of angry disgust.

“What? He wants to throw out our treaty with the tribes? When they would be our allies against those who would invade from the Western shores.”

“That is what I told him, but he insists that the mines in the hills were ours in the time of our grandfather and they should be ours again, and there are those who will agree with him.”

“And do you agree with him?”

Yusuf gives him a weary smile and Nicolo deflates.

“No, of course you don’t. I’m sorry, my friend. I shouldn’t doubt you. When did Jafar tell you this?”

Yusuf feels warmed by Nicolo’s protective tone. He knows the other man dislikes hearing that he has been alone with his brother. It is virtually impossible for Nicolo to be with him twenty-four hours a day, but that doesn’t stop Nicolo from trying.

“Last night, when I was bathing.”

“He dared to speak with you when you were in your bath!” Nicolo exclaims, indignant on Yusuf’s behalf.

“He is my brother.”

“Half-brother,” Nicolo corrects. “And I am yet to see any sign that he is related to you.”

Yusuf has to grin at that. For while it is certainly true that he and Jafar could not be more different in character, Jafar looks enough like him that they could be mistaken for twins.

Nicolo snorts at the ridiculousness of his own statement, and both men descend into very unstatesmanlike giggling.

“Perhaps he engaged the services of a Djinn,” says Yusuf, between laughter. “To conjure himself a face to match my own.”

“If such creatures existed, I wouldn’t put it past him,” says Nicolo.

Their amusement recedes as they return to the problem in hand. Namely, Jafar’s desire to take back the territory currently held by the tribesmen who inhabit the hills to the West.

“My grandfather gave them that land to secure a peace, and to ensure that those who travel through the hills to reach the ports on the Western shores can do so without fear of attack.”

“I know,” says Nicolo, gravely.

“They are few in number, but they know that land, to engage them in a fight is pure folly.”

Yusuf knows the reasons why his grandfather had been willing to give up the mines. He had grown weary of losing men to the constant skirmishes, and the tribesmen had become adept at ambushing the caravans when they tried to transport goods to the ports. The tribes had a former claim to the territory, and they argued that the mining activity was spoiling their water supplies.

“We need to find out who supports Jafar in this. Unless you already know?”

Yusuf shakes his head.

“I cannot be certain, not without proof. But he is too confident this time. I fear he is close to making his play, and I do not know who to trust.”

Nicolo takes Yusuf’s hand and places it on his own chest, over his heart.

“Trust me. For I am loyal to you even unto death. I will discover the names of all those who would choose to stand by him in this foolhardy venture. He will not succeed.”

Yusuf’s mouth is dry, he can feel the warmth of Nicolo’s skin through the flimsy garment.

“Thank you. I... I do not know what I would do without you,” he admits.

“Entertain Jafar while you bathe, apparently,” says Nicolo. His dry comment is punctuated by a determined scowl. “He will not do that again.”

Yusuf wants to ask how Nicolo plans to stop him, but is rather afraid of what the answer will be.

So fucking hot. Amazing job!

*gasps* this is so fucking good, theyre so cute when theyre laughing together and joking. Love this setup, love Nicky thinking about drowning jafar in the the baths 10/10 love this guy.

ahhhhhh the pining begins. delicious

Prompt is here:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2107640#cmt2107640

Grad student Nile is super excited to finally be done with the military and finishing her Art History Masters. The professor for her ~something to do with historical forgery IDK~ class is a Major distraction and maybe shes not above playing dirty for extra credit. Maybe he's more willing to lock his door during office hours when Nile comes to see him.
Can be a dl situation or ethics/moral Dubcon but They're both into it even if academic coercion/power imbalance is involved.

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note: lots of spanking below, and they lean reallllll hard into the student/teacher of it all

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She had to be quiet. It was after-hours, and the cleaning crew had already finished up, but that didn’t mean the building was empty. Nile looked over her shoulder, scanning the desolate hallway behind her as she walked quickly towards Mr. Le Livre’s office. She had a laundry list of lies to explain why she was in the building at eleven-thirty PM on a Wednesday, but tonight, it looked like she wouldn’t need to use any of them. She made it to his office and slipped inside without anyone seeing or stopping her.

He was already there, sitting behind his desk. He was always there first, no matter when she arrived. She wondered sometimes if he lived in his office. She turned the lock and let her body sink back, boneless, against his office door.

“Hi, professor,” she whispered.

He smiled. He’d long since gotten over flinching at the title. Long gotten over pretending he didn’t want this.

The first time she’d come to his office seeking this particular type of extra credit, he’d thrown her out, threatening to report her to the dean for bribery as well as inappropriate behavior.

The second time, he’d kept his office door open the entire time and spoken very clearly and very loudly about how he didn’t offer any extra credit of any kind to any student.

The third time, he was so accustomed to avoiding her that he pushed past her before she could even step across the threshold. She had to chase him down the hall just to ask after essay requirements. She didn’t mention extra credit at all.

They didn’t speak again for weeks after that. They saw each other in class, but that was it. She didn’t raise her hand and he rarely ever called on her. And then one night while she was drowning her sorrows about her diving grades, she spotted him on the far side of the bar. He looked to be doing the same thing, so she took a seat next to him. He immediately called for the check, but when it arrived, she snatched it away and paid for it before he could so much as reach for his wallet.

“My way of saying sorry,” she told him as he fumed. “I know I was out of line before.”

He knew she was lying, knew this was just another step down a path he couldn’t return from. But it was late and he was drunk and he was tired of pretending he wanted to say no when she so eagerly offered. So he took the drink and the apology at face value. And then he had another drink, sitting by her side. And maybe he had more, but he couldn’t quite remember. Couldn’t remember anything except kissing her, later, against a wall in the alley behind the bar.

Couldn’t remember anything except waking up the next morning, naked in a bed that wasn’t his, with a student.

He could be fired if anyone found out. He could go to jail, if she lied about the circumstances.

But somehow the dire consequences of their rash actions made their time together all the more exciting. Days, work, classes passed in a blur. It was the nights like this one that they lived for, and these nights happened more and more often.

Nile watched him from across the room and waited as he got up from his chair and came around the side of his desk. He leaned against the edge of it, his legs spread wide. When he waved her forward with one hand, she came happily, like a doll on a string.

He was wearing the same black slacks and baby blue button-down from class this afternoon. She hadn’t paid attention much during class. Ever since they’d started up this little… whatever-it-was between them… she’d stopped focusing altogether. She knew her grade was safe, and so she stopped trying. Mostly she spent his classes imagining all the dirty things she and the man standing at the front of the room had done together. All the things she still wanted them to do together.

Earlier this afternoon, she’d tuned out his lecture and spent the hour-long class fantasizing a much more rewarding type of education. It began when he realized she hadn’t been paying attention and called her to the front of the room to answer questions. For every question she got wrong, he spanked her. For every question she got right, he copped a feel, squeezing her breasts and ass and rubbing her cunt. When he ran out of questions, he fucked her over his desk in front of the whole class until she came, screaming his name for the whole campus to hear. Nile got so worked up just thinking about it that she had to leave halfway through the lesson to get herself off in the bathroom down the hall. When she came back into the room, their eyes met for a moment and she knew he knew what she’d done.

Now, twelve hours later, here they stood. His thighs spread and her body slotted comfortably in between them, their bodies pressed close together. She had one hand in his hair and another resting against his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. He never took off his clothes when they had sex in his office, though she always wanted him too. Both of his hands were busy on her ass, groping and grabbing and pinching. He wasn’t shy about what he wanted once it was clear that want was reciprocated. They kissed with open mouths, wet tongues, and sharp teeth. As he squeezed her ass, Nile rubbed herself against his erection, wishing they were naked already. She never came to him needing any foreplay.

“What were you thinking about in class today, Ms. Freeman?”

Nile grinned, asking in between kisses, “What makes you think I was thinking about anything but the lesson, sir?”

He didn’t call his students by ‘Ms.’ or ‘Mr.’ during the day. They didn’t call him ‘sir.’ But the two of them both liked playing things up a little whenever they could.

“I saw you leave my class,” he murmured, moving his lips to her neck. She sighed, sinking further into his body as he sucked hungry kisses and left hickeys along her neck. He loved to leave marks where people could see. On days when she had his class, she never tried to cover them up. “You were gone for quite a while. Were you really in the bathroom the whole time, Ms. Freeman?”

“Yes, sir,” she panted. She arched into him when he sucked particularly hard just above her collarbone. “Oh!”

“Tell me the truth,” he murmured. One of his hands had left her ass and was squeezing her breast. She couldn’t hold in a moan when he pinched the nipple. He was so good with his hands. “Tell me what you did to yourself in that bathroom.”

“I rubbed my clit,” she panted, giving in immediately. She knew she was supposed to make him work for these dirty secrets, but she was hopeless when it came to him. “I rubbed it good and hard, thinking of you, sir. Thinking of you at the front of the class, spanking me for missing questions. Fucking me over your desk.”

He groaned, jerking his hips into hers. He tightened his grip on her ass so he could grind himself against her.

“Naughty,” he grunted, and she moaned in ready agreement. It hadn’t taken either of them very long to realize how much they liked the stereotypical student/teacher dynamic. After those first couple trysts, neither of them balked at it anymore. “Wonder what I should do with a naughty student like you…”

His hands were already unzipping her skirt, and shoving it down past her thighs. “Fuck,” he muttered when he saw the purple thong she was wearing. “Is this the same one you wore in class today?”

“Uh-uh,” Nile whimpered a regretful denial. “I couldn’t keep wearing that one, sir. It was too wet.”

He groaned, speechless, and squeezed her ass, digging in his nails into her bare skin before drawing back a hand and smacking it hard. Nile had to stifle a gasp into his shoulder. He smacked her again, harder, and she let out a whimper.

“More, please, professor,” she begged, and he did it again and again until she broke and reached for the zipper on his pants. She had just shoved his slacks down when he spun them around so she was pressed up against his desk. She tensed at the change in position, knowing what was coming, and immediately putting out her palms to brace against his desk.

The surface had been cluttered with papers and folders and books the first few times she’d visited after hours, but now he kept it clear of papers, pencils, pens so they wouldn’t have to clean up after. Sometimes he even put his monitor on the ground, just in case they got out of hand. Both of them knew it would be impossible to explain any damage, so they tried to be as careful as possible, at least as far as school property was concerned.

As Nile listened to him open a condom and ready himself, she pushed out her ass, half in a taunt and half in invitation. Her right ass cheek was still throbbing, but she wanted him to spank her again.

“Can’t stand the way you walk around wearing underwear like that,” he muttered, watching her shake her ass. “Do you know how hard I have to work to keep myself under control when you’re in my classroom?”

“Doesn’t seem like you have much control to me,” Nile replied, sassy enough that he finally gave her the smack she was looking for. “Yes, professor!” she moaned as he hit her again. “Please, sir, please fuck me. I’ve been waiting all day.”

“I should make you wait longer,” he threatened. “I should make you stand here all night, soaking wet for me.”

Nile whimpered, begging him not to. Begging him to please, please give her what she needed.

He did.

He shoved her underwear down, took her stinging ass in his hands, and pulled her back onto his cock. She was so wet that he slid in like a dream, but they both had to watch their mouths so they didn’t shout.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he snarled, withdrawing before thrusting back in. “Love the way you clutch my cock, Nile, goddamn.”

She moaned, unable to do much in that position except bend herself over his desk and take what he was giving her. He fucked her hard and deep, keeping a bruising grip on her waist as he slammed against her ass over and over again. She writhed on the wood, sweaty hands scrambling for purchase beneath the pressure of his delicious assault. It didn’t take long before her moans began to hit that crescendo he knew so well.

“You close?” he panted, his hips slapping against her in quick rhythm. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes,” she panted, body on fire as she squirmed beneath him. “Yes, soon. Need a little more. Please, sir.”

“Play with your clit,” he instructed and she whimpered, obeying immediately. She loved when he told her what to do. Loved how authoritative he sounded when he was fucking her from behind like this, holding her down and making her cum all over his desk. “Play with your clit while I spank you like the naughty girl you are.”

“Oh, fuck,” Nile choked out, hyperventilating, her body readying to seize—

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

She came in a burst of stars, pleasure exploding within her like a bomb. The only thing that kept her from screaming her release was all their nights of practice—she knew not to make a sound. She lay across the desk, panting and sweating, as he continued to thrust inside her and finally came. He braced against the desk, holding himself above her as his climax crested and receded. Then he pulled out, carefully disposed of the condom, and bent down to pull up his pants.

Nile fixed her skirt and pulled up her soiled underwear before turning around to face him. They were both still breathing hard and noticeably sweaty. When he bent down to kiss her, Nile could taste the gratitude and the frustration because she felt it all too. One time was everything in the moment, and yet it was somehow never enough once it was over. Before she left, they made plans to meet up in two weeks. But they both knew she’d be back in his office much sooner than that.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Love Nile’s insistence. Poor Professor didn’t stand a chance.

yesssssss!

I’ve now officially read this update 3 times because I love it that much. It’s so sweet and I can’t handle it. My poor heart strings 😭😭😭😭😭

!!!!!!
OP here with hearts in my eyes this is purrrrrrrfect!
Nile being a brat and Booker just never standing a chance because he wants her too much
I love it, Its Scorching, you rock author anon!!!!

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