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Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

There’s been a lot of prompts lately for king!Joe and sex slave!Nicky and I wanted to try my shot at it with a joe who is confused and angry but learns to kinda...go with things lol

Link to prompt that inspired this: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3322243#cmt3322243

Hope you all enjoy!

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“Highness.”

Yusuf spins from where he had resting all his weight on both hands, one on either side of the large map he had been overseeing. His eyes are red rimmed from exhaustion. Genoa is small but mighty, and though the possibility of peace hung ambiguously on the air, he couldn’t waste precious time.

“Yes?” Yusuf asked the servant.

“King Val of Genoa has commanded his men to stand down. He wishes to offer peace in the form of a gift.”

A gift?

It wasn’t far-fetched for the Genoans, but Val and Yusuf had exchanged nothing but hostilities since Yusuf had assumed the throne from his father years ago. Where Val seemed to believe Yusuf was undoing his father’s legacy, Yusuf lacked patience for Val’s archaic ways.

“Very well,” Yusuf said, attempting to hide his budding amusement, “bring it in.”

“I am afraid I am unable to,” the servant instead replied.

Yusuf blinked back his frustration, turning now to his loyal subjects where they stood around the table, “Apologies.”

He slid out of the room in a huff, ignoring the unmistakable, growing sound of the footsteps behind him, curiosity spreading throughout his subjects like the plague.

Yusuf makes his way to the large, ornate throne room, where his present awaits at the center. The box is large and assuming, comprised of a thick, strong wood. Yusuf wonders what possible treasures could be waiting inside, what could possibly derail his plans that were moments away form being set in stone.

Two servants stand on either side of the box, awaiting Yusuf’s orders to unseal it. But something unusual catches Yusuf’s eye. A piece of wood, lighter than the rest of the box, beckons him closer. As Yusuf bends down to inspect, he is quickly able to deduce that the upper part of the box is only partially removable, a handle on the side allowing him to slide the panel away and perhaps have a peek.

And so Yusuf does, truly unable to stop himself, curiosity having now reached a fever pitch -

He doesn’t exclaim, not necessarily, because he is truly at a loss for words at what he is able to catch a glimpse of.

Large eyes. A color Yusuf has not seen on anyone. Blue when the sunlight hits them just right, green otherwise. The color of the sea that separated the two kingdoms.

Yusuf commands his surrounding servants forward, himself taking several steps back in utter awe. The poor creature’s eyes refuse to leave Yusuf’s, blown wide with fear and pleading. For what, Yusuf does not know.

It takes seconds to pop the box fully open; the King had made it strikingly easy, and now Yusuf can see why.

The man inside the box is tightly secured. He would not be able to escape even if he so desperately tried, something the fear in his eyes seems to indicate he had. The man is entirely nude, intricate patterns of rope covering his trembling body. His arms are forced above his head, bent at the elbows behind his neck. His cock lies pink and soft were a thick coil of rope secures itself around his balls, which Yusuf quickly understands links behind his back and to rope around his wrists. A true predicament. A chain of gems decorates his front, linking his nipples together almost in mockery of a necklace. And he is muzzled, perhaps the most dehumanizing addition of all, like he is in danger of biting any of their fingers off, like had had already tried.

It seems the king knows Yusuf’s weaknesses, it seems he had put great thought into this gift, because despite himself, Yusuf ashamedly feels his cock stir.

The man is beautiful. Yusuf had known when he’d seen his eyes, but…his body is lithe, his waist strikingly small compared to the broadness of his shoulders, his thighs thick where they are splayed and forced wide open, tied to his ankles - Val had thought of it all.

His lips - Yusuf finds himself dying to pull away that wretched muzzled and chance a gaze upon his lips, surely as plus and inviting as the rest of him. But he cannot take his chances.

“What is this?” Yusuf demands, as his servants move to remove him from the box entirely.

“An apt gift,” says one of his older subjects, inching himself closer to the bound man.

Another one of his subjects crowds around the bound man as well, ignoring the way he tries, and fails, to flinch away. He forces the man’s head back, further than the ropes seem to, where Yusuf spots an unmistakable symbol brands the skin between his neck and shoulder - one that identified only the holiest of Genoa -

The subjects huffs a laugh. “He is a virgin.”

The throne room erupts in jeers.

“Virgin turned cockwhore,” says another of Yusuf’s subjects, and that elicits laughs. “Highness, I do hope you intend to share.”

“Enough,” Yusuf demands, heart still hammering. “No one is to touch him.”

He turns to his advisor, shaking his head adamantly. “What is this? Does Val take me for a fool? I will not accept this.”

“Highness,” says the advisor, who had remained dutifully at Yusuf’s side even while the others had begun to inspect the gift, “I must caution you what were to happen if you do not.”

Unrest; war; thousands more, dead.

Val was desperate but he was far from pathetic. Though he must know Yusuf is inches away from victory, a refusal of his surrender would only serve to enrage him further; an undesirable outcome due to his violent, unpredictable character.

And what would become of this man? Death, surely. Priests of Genoa were celibate. Those who strayed from that path were put to death, and not mercifully. Regardless of wether or not Yusuf touched him, sending the poor man back would seal his fate.

Here, he could protect him, perhaps; command his subjects not to touch him on pain of death, clothe him, feed him, perhaps enjoy a lay or two.

Val seemed to understand Yusuf’s voracious appetites. He would not have sent this…gift, otherwise.

“Enough,” Yusuf repeats, louder this time, and the subjects retreat.

Yusuf turns to his advisor. “Send word to King Val that his gift has been received and…acknowledged.”

“Highness,” the advisor bows.

The man has not torn his eyes away from Yusuf the entire time, even as he is examined like a piece of meat by the young king’s own subjects. Perhaps he had expected Yusuf to take him then and there, lay his claim before throwing him to the others to do as they pleased. Perhaps it was what Val had expected.

“Unbind him. I want him bathed, clothed, and fed.” Yusuf gazes back at his gift. “And then take him to my quarters.”

Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

YES!!! excited to see how this develops!

FILL: Nile/Booker, ABO Lactation Bar

[(Anonymous)]

prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7393.html?thread=2644705#cmt2644705

Since there's a bit of a nipple kick tonight/today, Nile as a lactating omega at an Alpha Milk Bar and Booker as her favorite customer. She loves his mouth and he loves her taste and they both want more of each other

fill:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28889403/chapters/70872561
dulce de leche

Nile searches for the words to define what she and Booker are after they are no longer milk bartender and client. An exploration of intimacy, care, and the various shapes they make.

“Is what confuses you that we began with intimacy instead of sexual attraction?” Booker asks. "Because to me, what does it matter as long as it ends with the two of us here, right now?”

If you've ever had a relationship that did not neatly fit into the bounds of romantic, sexual, or platonic, this is for you. 13k of intimacy, domestic daydreams, and falling into a relationship you don't know how to name.

(Nile also calls Booker "little girl," and he calls her "Daddy." I know that might be a selling point for some of y'all XD. But I also know it might squick some of you; if you want more details about this, please see the author's notes. It's not a DD/lg fic.)

FILL: Team, 5 normal people helped/saved them through the centuries (1/5)

[silverink]

Fill for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2438493#cmt2438493

I'll definitely clean this up and post it on AO3 once I finish the other 4 parts, but I wanted to at least post this!! OP, if you see this, I hope you like it so far!

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Pompeii, Italy, 79 CE:

Dark clouds swirled to envelope the whole sky as the ground underneath her shook again. Andromache looked around in despair, seeing people running without direction. She had convinced so many of them to flee the city—the young man and woman with their three crying children, the woman and her blind father, the hunter with his two dogs, the three wealthy women with their dresses torn, the two middle aged men both limping and leaning on each other—but there were still so many who remained. There were too many people, and Andromache, frustrated, wanted to scream at them and make them all understand why they had to leave.

A three-story apartment nearby collapsed into a heap of rubble with the next tremor of the ground, and Andromache didn’t move in time to avoid being struck by one of the heavy stone bricks...

The brick killed her, and when she revived again, the first thing she saw was the worried face of a young man. He jerked back in surprise as she gasped back to life, and Andromache was glad she was too covered in blood and dust for him to see her injuries heal.

“She’s alive!” the man called over his shoulder, and a second man, a little older and wearing the simple tunic of a slave, came to his side. Both were weary and covered in dust. “Lay back down, just rest a moment,” the first man told her, and Andromache pushed his hand away.

“I have to help them,” she ground out, trying to get up.

“Demetrius, help me!” he said to his companion, and the slave put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still; then to her, “You need to lie down, you’ve been hurt.” There was a pause, and Andromache stayed still to appease them.

Frustrated, she gestured to the people all around them. “If they stay here, they’ll all die.”

“Yes, we know. Quintus and I—we are the only ones of our household left alive,” the slave, Demetrius, said. “It is our plan to escape the city now.”

“It is true,” the other man, Quintus, agreed. Alarmingly close, another building collapsed, leaving a billowing cloud of dust that settled over them. “We should go, now!” Quintus shouted, coughing. “Come with us. Can you walk?”

She had to remind herself that he believed she was still injured. She cursed inwardly, nodded. “I think so.”

Between the two of them, Quintus and Demetrius pulled Andromache to her feet, and Demetrius kept a hand on her arm to steady her. People around them continued to run in the chaos, and the ground under them shook violently again and again. Andromache cursed aloud this time, vehemently but very quietly; she almost couldn’t see where they were going through the dust and the clouds covering the sun, having to trust the pressure of Demetrius’ hand on her arm to direct her. They stumbled a few times, and it seemed to take a long time for them to get out of the city, but eventually they made it to the outskirts, and then to a mountain nearby and away from the majority of the dust and chaos.

“Thank you both, for helping me,” Andromache said as the three of them sat in the grass to rest. “I do regret that we couldn’t help more people, but I am eternally grateful that you helped me.”

“Some of them could not have been persuaded to leave, you know. It was their home, and many of them would have been too stubborn.” Quintus spoke sadly, as if he knew many people with that same mindset.

It had been a long time since Andromache had considered anywhere to be her true home, but she knew Quintus was right. A home, a place that you loved and lived for years and where you had friends and family—that would surely be difficult to leave. The thought of leaving Quynh and Lykon, the people closest to her and who she considered family, and never seeing them again was enough to make her heart hurt, and she thought it must be the same thing.

“I can understand that, I think,” she murmured.

Somehow, it gave Andromache a small amount of peace to know she could never have brought all of Pompeii away from the danger. She had brought some of them out of the city, at least.

She looked from Quintus to Demetrius, who was sitting a few feet away, and back again. “Where will you go now?”

Demetrius moved closer, and Quintus glanced at him, speaking slowly. “I have family in Britain. I think that would be the best place to go.” Demetrius nodded, looking thoughtful.

“I have a few friends there as well. When you get to shore, find The Black Hound inn and tell the owner that Andromache sent you.” Andromache smiled at the two men before standing to continue their journey.

OP here

[(Anonymous)]

This is amazing! A great start - makes you wonder what are Andy's previous experiences with volcanos. I love that she had to pretend to be injured.
I love your OCs, I'm glad they got out I really hope they make it to Britain)

> It had been a long time since Andromache had considered anywhere to be her true home, but she knew Quintus was right. A home, a place that you loved and lived for years and where you had friends and family—that would surely be difficult to leave. The thought of leaving Quynh and Lykon, the people closest to her and who she considered family, and never seeing them again was enough to make her heart hurt, and she thought it must be the same thing.

Oww, my heart. This was beutiful.

> Somehow, it gave Andromache a small amount of peace to know she could never have brought all of Pompeii away from the danger. She had brought some of them out of the city, at least.

I honestly can't pick a favorite between this sentence and the previous one. It's so nice to see her more accepting of her limits.

Great work! Can't wait to see the other parts! Thank you so much for filling it!

Fill: Joe/Nicky becomes Booker/Joe/Nicky, 5 + 1, Mutual Pining

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt:

"Porn with feelings is one of my favorite things, so: Five Times Joe and Nicky invited Booker into their bed and the one time they told him to stay.

You do not need to be explicit with the smut if you do not want to, although that would be lovely and much appreciated.

Just give me Joe&Nicky and Booker catching feelings throughout decades worth of hookups while thinking that the other party is only interested in friendship and sex.

Angst With A Happy Ending, please.

Bonus for Bottom!Booker, but it is not a must.

Double Bonus for Exasperated!Andy dropping hints that they are too oblivious to understand."

Fill: Bedfellows

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28894740

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me: Joe/Nicky, arranged marriage, chastity device

[(Anonymous)]

For this kink meme prompt
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2998.html?thread=753590

Fill on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28983210

FILL: Booker/Nile; Taking advantage of vulnerable Nile during a rescue, Non-Con

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8523.html?thread=3146315#cmt3146315

Nile has gone undercover to help the team take down some kinda human trafficking/sex slavery/ forced prostitution ring or another and she knew it would be hard and might require her to get her hands dirty so to speak but she did not expect what's happened to her.

The team is freeing all the captive people, when Booker finds Nile bound, maybe drugged up, face down, ass up blindfolded and clearly having been used. He decides to take a turn for himself while he's got the chance.

Writers choice if there's established Booker/Nile before this interaction but either way Nile is definitely incapable of consenting to this, Also writers choice if she somehow recognizes him

+1000 bonus if he decides to get her off as a treat for a job well done, because she did give the team the info they needed to get in after all...

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It takes them three sweeps of the building before he finds Nile in the basement. He can’t see her face from where he’s standing in the doorway, but he knows it’s her just from one glance. He’d recognized her anywhere, even in the state she’s in. He radios the team immediately to let them know, and gets a terse confirmation. The others are busy tending to the rest of the women up on the surface. Dozens upon dozens had been locked up in this building.

And here is Nile, all the way at the bottom.

Is she down here because she was prized in some way? Or because she wasn’t?

Booker steps into the room carefully, gun held aloft as he clears it corner by corner. There’s no one here. Nothing here.

Just Nile, naked and strapped to what might generously be called a bed. As he holsters his gun, Booker looks closely at her for the first time. Her wrists are chained together and lashed the headboard. Her legs are tied to either side of the frame. Her head is pressed against the mattress, some kind of dark rag wrapped around it to serve as a makeshift blindfold, and her ass is up high in the air.

She does not move as he steps towards her, and when he calls out her name, there’s no response. For a wild second, he thinks she’s dead—really dead this time—but then he sees her body rising and falling and he knows she’s alive.

Used, but alive.

Now that he’s closer, he can see more of her. The sight of men’s cum, dried white against her dark skin, sets off something inside him. Something dark and angry and hungry. He stares at her, takes in the sight of her so thoroughly debauched, and he thinks, I wanted that.

He can feel his cock hardening in his pants. As horrific as this place is, some part of him is able to separate reality from what he sees before him.

And what he sees is Nile laid bare, completely on offer for him.

His cock thickens in his pants as he stares at her bound, cum-stained body, and a wild thought occurs to him.

Who would know?

If he fucked her right here, right now, like this—who would ever know?

The others were busy aboveground, shepherding the stolen and broken and battered women. It would take them a while before they would have a chance to radio for him, let alone look for him. And Nile… Well, she was out of it. And after all she’d willingly given up for the mission, surely she won’t mind one more sacrifice…

His cock is getting painfully hard now. All of the blood seems to be leaving his extremities and flooding to his center. He calls her name again, but she doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move.

He slips a hand into his pants, squeezing his cock as he moves to the foot of the bed. God, he wants her. He’s wanted her for ages.

His eyes bore into the pert roundness of her ass, stuck up there like a beacon. He wants to smack it and watch it bounce.

The thought alone makes him grunt, and he jerks his hips forward, unable to control himself. He can just barely see her cunt, those pink little lips dangling, teasing, drawing him in.

“Fuck,” he mutters, decision made.

He yanks his hand out of his pants and strips himself of his weapons before reaching for his zipper. He walks around to the side of the bed, climbing on the stained mattress behind her. Once he’s on his knees, he reaches out with both hands and, shaking, places them on her ass. Her skin is warm and smooth. He squeezes the supple flesh, first lightly and then harder and harder, seeking a response. She makes a small noise, but doesn’t turn to look at him. Her cheek is still resting against the mattress, turned to the side.

He takes his cock out with one hand and slides the other between her thighs. His hand touches wetness, and where before he was disgusted by the spent cum on her, now it excites him. He can feel her wetness too, and the difference in viscosity is thrilling. And telling.

He grins. “You eager little whore.”

“Hmm…” She mumbles something incoherent, rolling her head a little against the mattress, but she doesn’t say or do anything else.

“You are, aren’t you?” He squeezes his cock and smirks. “Cunt wet and ass up. You’re here waiting for it like it's your job.” He slips two fingers between her folds and feeling her loose, he adds two more just for the hell of it. “Is that why you volunteered, Nile? You wanted to be fucked like this?”

She says nothing, but he doesn’t need her to say anything. He withdraws his fingers, spreading her cunt wide, and then with one hard stroke, he shoves his cock inside. She isn’t as tight as he imagined—dreamed of, fantasized of—but it hardly matters. She’s here, his for the taking, and he isn’t going to waste a moment thinking on what could have been.

He grips her thighs and, knowing he doesn’t need to worry about hurting her, digs his nails in deep. He slams his cock into her cunt, again and again and again, letting the sound of their smacking flesh reverberate inside the concrete basement. The air is filling with his own hot, loud breaths, and he knows he isn’t going to last long. He never does after successful missions; the excitement is too much.

His thrusts are growing shallower and rougher, quick, quick, quick, and he knows he’s only seconds away from release, when suddenly he hears her speak.

“Book?” she mumbles, half into the mattress, sounding utterly disoriented.

His hips stutter to a stop, and he sucks in breath after breath, head spinning as he hangs onto her hips for dear life.

“Please,” she whispers, sighing. “Please… let it be you.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He kneels there, still inside her, nails dug so deep into her skin he’s drawing blood, but he doesn’t speak. Neither does she. He waits as long as he can for another flash of recognition, but he can’t wait very long. His orgasm is bearing down on the door, and he knows if he doesn’t let it in, it’ll break through anyway.

He tilts his hips to draw his cock out, then shoves it back in. Once, twice, three times… He makes it to five before he comes, painting her cunt with his come, and nearly collapsing forward onto her bound body. He places a hand on her back to steady himself, effectively pushing her face deeper into the mattress, but she doesn’t complain. He takes a few minutes to gather himself as his cock softens and his breathing quiets.

Pulling out is a slick and sloppy affair, and watching his own cock fall out of her cunt makes him wish he could come again, right now. Instead, he drops down onto the small sliver of mattress she hasn’t taken up. When he turns his head to the side, her eyes are there, hazy and half-open. She blinks at him a few times, as if she’s trying to peer through fog to make out his shape. Their faces are only inches apart, but she doesn’t seem to recognize him.

Just as he’s thinking it’s time to get up, she speaks.

“Did I do a good job?”

He nearly laughs. He would, if he had the strength for it.

“You did,” he answers. He nudges his chin forward, and covers her mouth with his. “You did such a good job, sweet girl. You were perfect.”

“Hm.” It seems to take her a moment to process this, and even then she still sounds lost. “So I… I helped?”

“You helped.” He pinches her chin between his fingers, and kisses her again, opening her mouth and filling it with his tongue. “You helped very much, Nile.”

She sighs once he pulls away, and he watches as her eyes fall closed. He wonders what they drugged her with. Must be something very powerful, to have this sustained of an effect.

Booker tucks his soft cock back into his pants, and is about to get up when he feels a hand grappling at his shirt front.

“Wa… Wait,” she mumbles, still half-delirious, clinging to him with weak fingers. “You said I did good.”

He nods once, momentarily confused by the repetition. But then he realizes what it is she wants, and he does laugh aloud this time.

“You want a reward for a job well done, is that it?”

She makes a little mewling sound of affirmation, and he swears, hating how she can act the kitten even after taking his cock the way she did.

“Suppose it’s only fair,” he says to himself.

He turns her onto her side, and spreads her legs as much as the chains will allow. Then he slides down the mattress and buries his head between her legs. He eats himself and the others out of her cunt until it is just her, all her, that sweet and tangy and delicious taste he’s spent countless nights dreaming about. It fills his mouth, smears over his nose, drips down his chin. She’s whining and whimpering and making these high-pitched little Ung! Oh! Mmh! sounds that make him wish he could shove his tongue all the way inside her womb. With her legs and arms still shacked, so she can’t touch him, but knowing that she's straining against her bonds is enough of a thank-you.

When she comes, it’s with a sob, her body shaking so uncontrollably that he feels compelled to hold her until she comes down. He murmurs softly to her, kissing away the tears, before finally freeing her.

Once she can stand, he tosses her the extra set of clothes in his pack, and then they head back up to the surface to rejoin the others.

Re: FILL: Booker/Nile; Taking advantage of vulnerable Nile during a rescue, Non-Con

[(Anonymous)]

the way nile asks if it's him! she asks if she did good!! he eats her out! her little sounds! fjaajfd;l yes, thank you author. i would totally read more if you ever decide to!

(also love the use of blockquote)

FILL:Crusaders Era - Nicolo forced into sex work - Yusuf tries to save him. Nicolo/others non con

[(Anonymous)]

Warnings for Nicolo/others (non-con), prostitution, violence. Yusuf/Nicolo (consensual). Slavery - forced servitude.
Prompt https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3407747#cmt3407747
What if Nicolo and Yusuf hadn't travelled together in a truce. What if in the first village they passed Yusuf sold the beautiful stranger for a bag full of silver and went on his way. Years later he returns to the village having been drawn back by the memory of those green eyes and finds himself broken hearted by the sight of the stubborn crusader broken down and debased and resolves to save him/falls in love with him.

**I tweaked it a bit as I just couldn't see Yusuf permanently selling anyone for money.

Fill 1/? https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3416451#cmt3416451

FILL: Nile, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt is here:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1221035&posted=1#cmt1996715

Fully clothed Nile playing with her nipples. And only her nipples. Give me some soft moans, wet panties, a nipple piercing and one (or two?) very satisfying orgasm.

Fill is here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29132640

Re: FILL: Nile, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

Super hot, I loved this!

Fill: Joe/Nicky, omega verse mpreg, pregnant and horny, accidental watersports

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3348355#cmt3348355


Nicky was glad that he had spent some time cleaning up their suite, setting out scented candles and pulling out their favourite massage oil, because King Yusuf certainly looked tired when he came back after a long day of meetings and hearing commoners’ petitions.

Nicky knew he always tried so hard to listen to all of them and find fair solutions—that, after all, was how they had met. Nicolò had been nothing but an omega farm boy who had come to beg the young king for help. Nicky‘s father had recently died and Nicky and his omega mother were about to be thrown off of their own property because of antiquated inheritance laws requiring there to be an alpha or beta heir to inherit certain kinds of land. Nicky’s pleading and his eloquent arguments had not only caused Yusuf to immediately reform the laws in question, but had sparked a more particular interest, and before he had known it, a royal carriage was arriving at the di Genova farmhouse asking if “master Nicolò” would accept to join the king for a private dinner. Five months of courting, an enthusiastic blessing given by Nicolò’s mother, and yet another legal reform to allow the king to marry a commoner later, they were married in a ceremony that brought tears to most of the court’s eyes. Everyone, from the lords and ladies to the palace staff to which he was always so kind had immediately fallen in love with Nicky, and the whole kingdom rejoiced when the young royal couple announced their first pregnancy.

“How was your day?” Nicky asked, lifting himself out of the chair with difficulty to try and help Joe get undressed out of his heavy court clothes and into a simple dressing gown. Joe greeted him with a tender kiss, his hands going to cup the immense swell of Nicky’s belly. “Better now that I am with you, my love, my heart. How are you feeling? Is the child giving you any trouble?”

“No trouble at all,” Nicky answered. It had been a remarkably easy pregnancy, other than the fact that he felt like he was constantly burning with desire for Yusuf. Just that afternoon, while the king was holding court, Nicky had brought himself off three times, kneeling on their bed with his heavy belly beneath him and one of his favourite toys as deep as it would go, desperately wishing that it was his husband. He had hoped for the real thing that night, but he could see he would need to relax his husband first, to ease the cares of his day.

“I thought I could give you a massage, husband,” he suggested, pulling out the little bottle of oil, and Joe smiled tenderly. “You won’t strain yourself too much?” Nicky laughed, bright and cheerful. “It will be no strain at all, my heart, I will just sit by your side and work the knots out of your shoulders.”

Nicky had always given excellent massages, and he had honed his skills over his year of marriage, so that it wasn’t long before Yusuf was moaning softly as the tension released from his shoulders, and Nicky wasn’t surprised at all that when he turned his husband over, he found him already half-hard. He eyed it hungrily—even half-hard, Joe was an impressive girth—and he wrapped an oil slick hand around the length, pumping a few times.

“Ah!” Joe gasped, his hips rocking up into Nicky’s touch. “Nicky, my love, you don’t have to—“ Nicky laughed, pressing kisses to Joe’s face. “As if it’s such a chore,” he teased, then he pulled out his secret weapon, sucking lightly at the spot just beneath Joe’s ear that never failed to drive him mad with lust. “Will you take me, my love? I had to use our toys three times this afternoon already, I needed you so badly.”

The king groaned and flushed, but he gave Nicky’s belly a regretful look. “I don’t know if we should, my moon. You are so very pregnant, I am too afraid I might hurt you or our child.” Nicky frowned, peppering Joe’s face with kisses again. “Please, my heart. You know the healer told us it would be alright, and besides, Yasmin from the kitchens told me that your seed might quicken the babe’s arrival, and you know I was supposed to be delivered already last week.” Joe bit his lip, clearly considering, and Nicky threaded their fingers together. “I need you so badly, husband,” he pleaded. “We will be careful. I know you could never hurt me or the baby.”

“If we are careful,” Joe agreed, and trailed his fingers back to where Nicky wanted them. He looked up in shock as his fingers brushed against something smooth, and he pulled out one of the carved ivory toys with which Nicky amused himself when Joe was busy. “I wanted to be ready for you,” Nicky said coyly, and between that and the rush of slick that Joe had felt—and heard—when he pulled the toy out, his husband was going to be the death of him.

“Lay on your side, my darling,” Joe encouraged him. That was fast becoming the easiest position given Nicky’s enormous belly, and it allowed Joe to cuddle up close to his husband, wrapping an arm around what passed for Nicky’s waist these days and sliding in easily. Nicky groaned as he finally got what he had been craving all day, bringing Joe’s hand up to his nipples, which had become ever more sensitive in the weeks leading up to the birth. Joe’s hips were still as he tried to give Nicky time to adjust, but his husband was already squirming on his cock. “Come on, Yusuf, I need you,” he begged, and Joe could never say no to his beloved consort.

He valiantly tried to start off slow, but it had been a few days since they had made love—his own fault, as he had been too worried about it hurting Nicky somehow—and Nicky just felt so good clenching around him and bathing Yusuf’s cock in slick, and the whimpers and cries he let slip with every thrust were driving the king to distraction, not to mention the constant reminder, every time Joe’s fingers passed over Nicky’s puffy chest or the huge swell of his belly, that his husband was round and full with his child, the baby that their love had created.

He lost track of time, lost track of anything except how earth-shatteringly good it was, and he snapped his hips faster and faster until he realised with alarm that his cock was fattening at the base. Yusuf normally had better control over his knot than this and he hadn’t knotted Nicky for months even though the medic had promised him it would be fine. “Nicolo—“ Yusuf gasped out in a strangled voice. “I’m going to—do you want me to pull out—“ Nicky shook his head vehemently, rocking back on Joe’s length. “Please, Yusuf, I need it, missed this so much, please, but I just need to see you, my heart,” and Joe could hardly deny his love, not when he had missed it just as badly. Carefully he managed to turn them, to help Nicky up on top of him, his hands on Nicky’s hips to help steady him, and rocked his hips up one last time. He howled as his knot popped inside, his eyes rolling back in his head as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him, groaning as Nicky came as well, clenching tightly around him and milking Joe’s knot.

He had forgotten how good this felt, how overwhelming it was to ride wave after wave of his climax. He held Nicky close, savouring the feeling of being tied so closely together, until Nicky started to try and pull away. “What are you doing, my love?” Joe asked, a bit alarmed at how Nicky’s movements were tugging painfully at the place that they were locked together. “Nicky, darling, you’ll hurt yourself, we have to wait, it’ll take at least another twenty minutes for my knot to go down,” he reminded him, and as if to prove his point, his length twitched, spurting out another thick glob of his release as the pleasure washed over him yet again.

“Yusuf,” Nicky whined, cheeks flushed and squirming a bit in a way that might have felt good to Joe if it wasn’t alarming him. “What is it, my heart? Are you hurting somehow?” Joe asked, his heart sinking at the thought that maybe somehow they had hurt Nicky after all. Nicky shook his head quickly, a small reassurance, and then he blurted out “I need to pee,” and Joe’s eyes widened. “Right now,” Nicky insisted, his hand rubbing at a spot right above his hip with a groan. “The baby is—fuck, Yusuf—right in the wrong spot and your knot, I forgot how much pressure it is, and, well. I need the toilet urgently,” he insisted.

As relieved as he was that nothing was seriously wrong with the baby or with Nicky, Joe wasn’t quite sure what to do under the circumstances. Helplessly, he entangled his fingers with Nicky’s, squeezing in comfort. “It won’t be long until my knot goes down,” he promised Nicky. “You can make it, I’m sure, I’ll keep you occupied so you don’t think about it.” Nicky made a wounded noise, hand reaching down to physically grab at his groin so hard that it looked painful, and shook his head. “No, Joe, I can’t wait that long, sometimes we’ve been tied together for nearly an hour and it’s been a while since you knotted me. I need to go right now,” he insisted, rocking on Joe’s knot in a way that made it very difficult for him to think about solutions to his husband’s predicament.

“Okay,” Joe soothed, squeezing Nicky’s hand again. “If you need to go now, then we’ll figure it out, my love. Just—it’s going to be a little tricky since we’re still tied together.” He bit his lip, thinking of how to work it, and slowly started inching over towards the edge of the bed, Nicky still straddling him. When he got close to the edge of the mattress, he tapped Nicky’s thighs gently. “Hold these tight around my waist,” he told him, taking Nicky’s hands and wrapping them around his neck, and then carefully, very carefully, managed to stand up with Nicky wrapped around him.

“Oh, fuck,” Joe cursed as he stood, the new position letting him slide infinitesimally deeper into Nicky. He had to pause standing by the bed, trembling faintly, as he rode through another aftershock of his climax, and Nicky whined at the pressure from Joe’s knot. “Joe, please,” he begged, holding onto his husband for dear life. “I need to go really badly, I don’t know how long I can hold it,” and Joe sighed, kissing his cheek. “I’ll try and get you there as soon as I can,” he told Nicky, already thinking that there was no way he could carry Nicky all the way across their suite, through the living room and to the small water closet. He did think there was a chamber pot in the living room that he might be able to carry him to, and he started heading there.

It was extremely slow going. Not only was it unwieldy to carry a heavily pregnant Nicky wrapped around his waist like a koala, but Joe wasn’t used to trying to do anything in the middle of knotting his husband except cuddling him close and savouring the waves of pleasure. Not to mention, Joe’s brain—very concerned about his husband, very sorry that he was having such a tough time—and his dick weren’t exactly on the same page. Joe’s dick, in fact, was in seventh heaven to feel Nicky squirming and to hear his soft whimpers, and when Joe stopped to press Nicky against their bedroom wall, shuddering as he released again inside his husband, Nicky sighed, kissing the corner of Joe’s mouth. “Never seen you come this much, even when we’re knotted,” he told Joe, sounding equal parts exasperated and turned on, and then squeezed his legs tighter around his husband. “Joe, please, I really need to go,” he begged, and Joe redoubled his efforts after that, waddling awkwardly into the living room, constantly having to adjust his grip on Nicky to make sure that his husband and their precious baby were securely wrapped around his waist and that he didn’t pull too much at the knot when he walked. “Almost there,” he tried to encourage Nicky, but he only heard a muffled wail in response, and then he felt a brief splash of something warm against his chest.

He looked down, a bit puzzled, and saw Nicky’s hands gripping his own cock in desperation, as if he was trying to strangle it, and Joe’s heart melted. “You can let it go if you need to, my love,” he told Nicky gently, and Nicky looked up at him in utter panic before he started to piss a steady stream against Joe’s chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicky muttered, but Joe just pressed kisses to Nicky’s cheeks, holding him close. “It’s alright, darling, just let go, that’s good,” he encouraged, rubbing Nicky’s back in slow circles. “That probably feels good, doesn’t it? I’m sorry you had to hold it like that, I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable.”

Nicky gave a muffled sob, burying his face in Joe’s neck and holding on for dear life, and finally, finally, the wetness against Joe’s belly and trickling down his thighs started to taper off. “I am so, so sorry,” he started to apologise, and Joe immediately shushed him. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, my heart. I’m just glad that you let it go so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable any more.” Nicky sighed, slumping against Joe’s chest, and Joe pressed kisses to his hair. “I peed on you,” Nicky muttered in a small voice, and Joe nuzzled his cheek. “Nothing that a nice bath won’t fix, hmm?” He maneuvered them over to a wooden chair, thinking it would be easier to clean, and settled Nicky carefully in his lap. “Everything’s fine, my darling,” he assured his husband.

Nicky groaned as they sat down, the movement causing Joe’s knot to shift against his rim, and Joe smiled as he saw Nicky’s length starting to fatten again beneath the huge swell of his belly. “My insatiable love,” he remarked fondly, carding his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “I bet that felt good to let all that out after you were holding it, didn’t you?” He asked, starting to move his hips in tight circles, letting his slowly deflating knot stimulate Nicky’s rim. Nicky nodded, muffling a moan into Joe’s neck and grinding down on Joe in return. “Please, Yusuf,” he begged. “I need you again,” and he brought one of Joe’s hands up to cup his chest, fingers tweaking the reddened nipple that was all ready to nourish their child, while the other rested on the immense bump of Nicky’s belly. “Whatever you need, my heart,” Joe promised, leaning in to kiss Nicky sweetly. “Anything for my beloved husband and the father of our little one.”

Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, omega verse mpreg, pregnant and horny, accidental watersports

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Original prompter here!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Dviudugdogdiyvsahldhldh 😍😍😍🥵🥵🤯
Yesssssss! This is everything I wanted and then some and I can’t possibly thank you enough! Incredible, fantastic, amazing, PERFECTTTTTT! 🤩😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍🤩😍🤩😘😘🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

FILL: Nile/Booker, Not really Coffee shop, More like Nighthawks (the painting)

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Prompt is here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2119160#cmt2119160

Nile's probaly a student or maybe a vet with ptsd from a near death experience. Either way shes back home and getting her life together pulling graveyard shifts at Waffle House so she can study during the day/deal with people less. Booker is just a mess, any and all kinds of mess, drunk, sad, angry; Nile's seen him everyway cuz hes a 3 AM regular and maybe she worries about that white guy who definitely pours way too much of whatever's in that flask in to his coffee cup (always half full, black) and never seems to finish any plate. Either way these two are orbiting each other the way people can only do too early in the morning.

I dunno the Southern in me just jumped out and I felt the need to see these two getting wild deep while somethings burning on the griddle and some drunk girls take loud selfies two booths over, breaking the tension of the conversation but not removing the weight.

And the fill is here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29226468

Fill: OT3, Booker/Joe/Nicky, Booker didn't know he was in a relationship

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Prompt:

"Booker, who has been holding a torch for Joe and Nicky for two centuries, is both ecstatic and bitter when they invite him for a threesome. He wants more, of course, but figures this is all he can have.

Except, they didn't. Their idea was to build a relationship with the three of them together. Alcohol and communication errors, however, keep the message from getting across.

Time passes, and Joe and Nicky realize they have to reassure Booker that he is not just their fun piece on the side, and that they do care about him.

Angst with a happy ending, please.

Bonuses:

10+ for Bottom!Booker.

100+ for Joe and Nicky being jealous of Booker flirting with someone else, and him not understanding why.

1000+ The other immortals cackling madly over the situation."

Fill:

https://randomingoftherandomness.tumblr.com/post/641843703282073600/hello-inspired-by-a-shadowhunters-fic-i-propose

Nile/Booker, he’s hung, she’s interested/intimidated

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2327555#cmt2327555


Booker’s exile meant that Nile had seen all of the other team members naked before him. After hundreds of years together, they were naturally casual about nudity, and it wasn’t at all uncommon to see a sleepy Nicky making his way into the kitchen to get coffee without having first put on clothes, or Andy going straight from the shower to her room without bothering with a towel. Nile didn’t mind; even if she wasn’t quite as casual about her own body as they were, she’d seen her fair share in the Marines.

It was a few months after Booker was back with the team that she saw him nude for the first time. They were staying in a house up in the mountains, right by a small lake, and Booker had gone for a swim. Andy had made a big pitcher of sangria, and Nile thought she would take Booker a glass, so she walked down to the lake, only to see him pulling himself out of the water and perching on a rock, fully nude, to get some sun.

She knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but she couldn’t help herself—her attention was immediately drawn to the...tree trunk between his legs. Nile was hardly an expert on dicks—she’d only been in two serious relationships before, both with women—but she was quite confident that Booker was far beyond the norm. Even soft, his cock was both thick and long, and Nile was equal parts curious and terrified. “Hi Nile,” he greeted her with a smile once he noticed she was there, and she quickly dragged her gaze away from his dick, handing him the cold drink and chattering about anything and everything she could think of to distract from the fact that she had just been ogling his crotch.

Unfortunately, the fascination didn’t go away. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was difficult to shake it from her mind. She even started noticing how you could see his bulge in his favourite pair of sweatpants, the long line of his length stretching the fabric, and more than once she found herself wondering what it would be like hard. Surely it couldn’t get much bigger than it already was, right? She wondered if it ever got in the way, or if there were some clothes that he simply couldn’t wear. She wondered whether he had problems finding partners that were able to take him without it being too uncomfortable—one day she pulled out the biggest toy she had and realised that it was still far smaller than what she had seen of him.

In short, she spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about Booker’s huge dick, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that suddenly it seemed to be in her face all the time. There was the time she walked into the bathroom not realising he was about to take a shower; the time she came upon him sunbathing in the back garden; the time they both got hungry for a midnight snack at the same time except Book simply padded out to the kitchen in the nude.

She thought she was doing a fairly good job of hiding her fascination, but in retrospect there was only so many times you could stare at someone’s junk before they noticed. Nile’s luck ran out one afternoon, when it was just the two of them in the house while the others had gone on an all-day excursion to an antique fair. Fresh out of his shower and dripping wet, Booker came into the kitchen just as Nile had put their dessert for later in the oven. “Smells great,” he remarked, and her eyes snapped immediately to him—and to his cock swinging proudly between his legs.

When she forced herself to meet his eyes again, he was smiling knowingly. “It’s flattering, you know,” he remarked. “Are you interested or terrified?” He asked in a way that made her think he had had plenty of experience with both. “A little bit of both,” she admitted, and took a step towards him hesitantly. “It’s just...it’s huge,” she said in awe, and he chuckled. “It gets bigger,” he warned her, and she swallowed deeply. “How much bigger?” She asked, torn between desperately wanting to know and not wanting another piece of information to feed her obsession. “I can show you,” he remarked gently, and fuck, that sent a thrill of heat down Nile’s spine.

“Show me,” she decided, and he took himself in hand, quickly jerking himself off with hundreds of years of practice. Nile was always an observant learner, and without thinking, she catalogued all the things he liked, how he would groan as his fingers rubbed at a spot just under the head, how he liked to reach down and roll his balls in his hand.

Finally, with a groan, he pulled his hand away to let her have a clear view of his erection. Nile looked at it in shock—hard, he was at least three inches longer than what she had already thought was a terrifying size, the flared head an angry red that looked painful. “Holy shit,” she remarked, and his cock twitched. “You’re going to give me an inflated ego,” he teased, and she swallowed deeply. “Booker, I just—how—“ she babbled, taking another step further. “Can I touch you?” She asked with a sudden spark of boldness, and he groaned. “Of course, Nile, anything you want,” he assured her, and she wrapped her hand around him, marvelling at how small her hand looked in comparison.

Nile hadn’t given a handjob since a college date that never led anywhere, but it didn’t take too much finesse; he was already plenty worked up from the experience of showing off for her. He kept up a steady stream of praise, telling her when she hit on a particularly sensitive spot or the right rhythm, and it didn’t take long before he was trembling in a way that clued Nile in that he was close. She rubbed her thumb over the head, her other hand reaching down to caress his balls like she had seen him do, and he whimpered. “Fuck, Nile, going to come, so good, fuck—“ he cursed, and his length jolted in her hand, spilling all over her fingers and some on his own thighs. “Fuck, that was so good,” he murmured, still shaking with the aftershocks. “Please tell me I can eat you out?” He asked, and, well, Nile wasn’t going to turn that down.

After that day in the kitchen, it became pretty routine for her to stroke him off followed by him enthusiastically going down on her, and that was great, but Nile started to wonder about what it would feel like to have the sizeable length she had become intimately acquainted with inside of her. She wasn’t sure she would like it, honestly, wasn’t sure how it could feel more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but she brought it up with him anyway, one day when they were lazing around in bed together. His brow wrinkled a bit, and he kissed her softly. “Nile, please don’t feel like you have to try that for my sake,” he asked. “I know it’s, well, a lot, and I’m very happy with what we do now,” he assured her. She smiled fondly at him, leaning up for a kiss. “I know you are,” she insisted, carding her fingers through his hair. “And I can’t promise that I’ll love it or want to do it often, but I am curious to try, if you’re up for it.”

On the day they had picked out to try penetrative sex, Booker devoted himself to making Nile absolutely lose her mind before his cock got anywhere near her. He ate her out until she came with a scream and then just kept going, licking into her while she was still oversensitive. He made her come again on his fingers, adding them one at a time, and then he scooted up her body, kissing her as she lay there trying to catch her breath. “You’re sure you want to try?” He asked again. “I won’t put all of it in, I promise,” he pledged, and she nodded, pliant and relaxed after her orgasms.

They both groaned as Booker guided himself inside her, just the head at first. “Okay?” He asked shakily; it had been a long time since he had done this with anyone and he was nearly overwhelmed just at the warmth gripping the tip of his dick. “It’s good,” she assured him. “Try a little more?” He sank another few inches into her, hand carefully stopping himself from going too fast and burying his whole length in her wetness. She moaned, squirming a bit. “Okay, now I can really feel it,” she explained. “Stop there for now, maybe? Just that much is good.”

He nodded, hands running up her sides, in awe that this amazing woman would be interested in him. “You can move, I think,” she encouraged him, and he carefully started thrusting, cautious not to go too deep. “Oh, Nile,” he gasped out, already able to tell that this wasn’t going to last very long. “Nile, you feel so good,” he muttered, cupping her breasts in his hands and thumbing over her nipples to hear her mewl. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he cursed, burying his head in her shoulder, and she laughed, tugging at his hair. “After you made me come three times, of course I am,” she teased, arching into his thrusts. “Come on, give me a little bit more,” she encouraged, and he let himself sink a little deeper. “Oh god that’s so good,” he murmured. “Nile, baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her, and her arms just tightened around his shoulders. “Come, sweetheart,” she encouraged, and he gave a hitching gasp and spilled in her, kissing her deeply as he worked through his release.

“So,” he murmured as he rolled off of her and entangled their fingers. “Was it like you expected?” She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think I could grow to like that, big boy,” she teased.

Re: Nile/Booker, he’s hung, she’s interested/intimidated

[(Anonymous)]

omggggg yesssss this fill!!!

>>“I can show you,” he remarked gently
Gently!! ahhhhhh

and he's a champ at pussy eating too 😭 I really do love this characterization of Booker, where he's eager and makes sure Nile has all the foreplay she needs to try taking his dick and yet read to come after she takes him 👌 bless you author, thank u for doing the good work with this fic

Fill: Andy/Quynh, Body Worship, 1/2

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Prompt: After Quynh and Andy meet up again post-movie, they take a trip away together and learn each other's bodies again. Quynh's is just how Andy remembers it, but Andy has been mortal for over a year(?) at this point. She has new scars, and she's aging again.

Just give me sweet, tender, intimate moments between these two ancient immortal wives worshipping each other and learning to be together again after five hundred years apart. <3

Link: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3336323#cmt3336323

I wrote this really quick, sorry for any mistakes!

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Andy shivered as Quynh touched the tops of her shoulders, gently stroking the skin with her thumbs as she worked her way down her arms.

“Take off your top, my love,” Quynh whispered, and Andy opened her eyes, just enough to see Quynh’s intense gaze from under the curtain of her lashes. “I want to see you. It’s been so long…”

Andy knew what she meant. A year was nothing to them, a drop of water in the ocean of their lifespan. But five hundred? Five hundred was too long, and it had been a torture knowing that the love of her life had been under the waves, suffering without end, without her the entire time.

At first, she’d hoped that she could find Quynh. But as each year passed, as every person who was aboard the ship that took her died, she lost hope. She was ashamed, but after a century, she had let Quynh go. Had hoped that her lover had died her final death and that she hadn’t suffered too cruelly.

It had been a lie, a pretty lie designed to ease her mind, but when Booker gasped to life in their dreams, when they'd found him and he had asked about the woman under water, Andy almost broke. She had left Quynh to the worst of all fates for three hundred years and had comforted herself with the idea that Quynh was dead.

After they had collected Booker, she left Nicky and Joe to talk to him, to explain what was happening to him. Then she had bought the first boat she could find and began sailing into the North Sea.

Andy pulled off her shirt, shivering from the cold now instead of Quynh’s touch. Her lover’s hands returned, circling her waist as she moved closer, her hot breath fanning over Andy’s collar bone and making her toes curl.

“Lay down for me, Andromache,” Quynh said, her voice was steel wrapped in silk.

“Of course,” Andy whispered, tears in her eyes as she sat down on the bed behind her, looking up in awe.

She thought she would never have this again. Not after she had been stabbed and the wound refused to heal.

“My Andromache,” Quynh sighed as she kneeled between Andy’s knees, pressing her face to her lover’s stomach, right over the ugly mess of scars from her gunshot wound. “Your body is so different.”

“It’s not that different,” Andy said with a laugh. She cupped Quynh’s face, the fire in her eyes burning through her. She pressed a kiss to her lips, and it was strange. The feeling was so familiar, yet at the same time it was like remembering a long-forgotten dream.

Quynh’s breath hitched as she leaned into the kiss, hands on Andy’s shoulders as she pressed her back and onto the bed.

“Let me see every inch of you,” Quynh said, tugging at Andy’s pants now. Andy obediently lifted her hips, letting Quynh unbutton and unbuckle her, before she was laying against the bed bare before Quynh’s eyes.

“So beautiful,” Quynh whispered, running a hand up Andy’s calf, up her thigh, and Andy spread her legs, hoping…

Quynh moved up her hips until she pressed her thumb again the scar again, diving in to kiss the rough flesh. Her tongue darted out, tasting the delicate skin around the edges of the puckered skin.

Andy trembled and sighed, letting Quynh do with her what she pleased. If she could spend the rest of her mortal life like this, then it would not be a life wasted.

“Let me see you too,” Andy said as she stroked Quynh’s hair. She tugged at the shoulder of her black blouse to encourage her, smiling as Quynh picked her head up and gave her an enigmatic little smile.

“Oh?” Quynh said teasingly. “But I’m just as you remember me.”

“Please,” Andy pleaded, feeling desperation choke her. “I need to see you. It’s been so long, too long, my love.”

Quynh stared at her, frozen for a moment, before she seemed to melt before Andy’s eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, kissing the soft skin right below Andy’s navel.

Andy swore her skin flushed and tingled at her touch. Her eyes burned at the sight of Quynh sitting up and slipping off her own clothing, first the blouse and bra, then the pencil skirt and tights. Soon, the only thing left was a pair of red lace underwear. Delicate and beautiful.

“Later,” Quynh promised. “I said I wanted to touch you, let me touch you.”

She pressed herself back between Andy’s knees, spreading them a little wider than before.

“What’s this?” Quynh asked, pressing a hand against the inside of her knee, thumbing a nick she had received while training Nile.

“An accident,” Andy said, but she groaned when Quynh pressed her lips to the little scar. No one else but Quynh would have noticed such a tiny difference.

Soon every inch of skin was inspected and catalogued. Quynh made her shimmy up the bed before she started with her feet, feeling for any differences with her hands before gently stroking her ankles, moving up to her knees and then her thighs…

Andy sighed when Quynh moved up to stroke her stomach again, pressing another kiss against her scar before pressing her hands to Andy’s chest.

“Hm, I think these might be different,” Quynh said thoughtfully, stroking her nipples with her thumbs as she tested the heft and weight in her hands.

“No, they’re not!” Andy protested, grabbing Quynh’s arms and glaring at her. “I’ve only been mortal for less than a year.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to investigate,” Quynh said mischievously as she ducked her head down to suck on one of the pert pink nipples. Andy threw her head back, wiggling against the mattress as flickers of desire shot through her.

Quynh lavished her with attention, sucking and nipping every available inch of skin before she was satisfied. Andy was breathing heavily as Quynh pressed little kisses to her collarbones, licking and biting as she went.

“Oh,” Quynh said, a strange quality to her voice that made Andy glance down at her in concern.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, looking at Quynh’s stunned face where it was hovering over her chest. Quynh glanced up at her for a moment, her hair framing her face as it fell over her shoulders, the ends tickling Andy’s skin.

“Nothing,” Quynh said before she latched onto Andy’s neck, sucking and licking her throat with a ferocity Andy hadn’t expected. She moaned, bringing her legs up to frame Quynh’s hips.

“So beautiful,” Quynh said as she came up for air, her eyes locked onto Andy’s neck. Andy tilted her head, puzzled, before she brought her hand up, trying to feel what was different about her throat. “You’re mortal, Andromache. You can bruise.”

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That's it for now! I'll post the complete fic to ao3 when I'm done <3

Re: Fill: Andy/Quynh, Body Worship, 1/2

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Oh I loved this! So excited to see the full piece on A03, but this was such a beautiful start!

“My Andromache,” Quynh sighed as she kneeled between Andy’s knees, pressing her face to her lover’s stomach, right over the ugly mess of scars from her gunshot wound. “Your body is so different.”

My heart just loved that bit soooo much. I really like how you have Quynh pay so much attention to her new scars throughout too.

And maybe I'm reading into this, but I like that Quynh seems to be... excited that Andy can bruise. ;)

Thanks for this!

Fill: Andy/Nile, misunderstandings

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Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2726.html?thread=659366#cmt659366

(Basically, Nile has a crush but thinks that Andy and Booker are together)

Filled here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/29317146

Fill: Nile/Booker - Hysteria / Put Up or Shut Up

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Prompt:

Nile is having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week/Month.
The entire team is treading lightly and Booker makes a poorly timed quip about a cure for Womens Ailments.
Nile tells him to either put up or shut up.

He. Puts. Up.

She (most likely does not) Shut Up (for a While)


Fill:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29312727

Fill: Nile/Booker - Hysteria / Put Up or Shut Up (prompt link)

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Forgot to link the prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2329091#cmt2329091

Booker/Nile - Reading to Orgasm

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For this prompt: Nile's reading books to pass the time a one safehouse or another and Booker has an idea to make the afternoon even more interesting.
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2064632#cmt2064632

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Filled on AO3.
Dido Burns: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29376921

Fill: Booker/Nile - hot tub chilling

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2064376#cmt2064376

*whoops, took your prompt super literally. No sex. Just a short little thing. Hopefully with some tension*

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this is fine

Nile thinks for the fifteenth time as she spares a glance at Booker.

More so, Booker’s torso.

With water droplets running tempting lines down his clavicle, to his chest, the soft point of his nipples, the cut planes of his abdomen and merging with the pool of water that hid the rest of him.

this is fine. she thinks and breathes and it is fine because it pulls her thoughts away from has he always been this hot? and away from thoughts of crossing the distance between them to run her fingers over that one specific ridge and see how hard it is and then to see how hard it is.

Everything was fine.

His mouth was moving while she daydreamed and Nile heard none of it.

“What?” She asks tilting her head forward on instinct.

“You’re staring” Booker says and he’s smiling. Well smirking. It makes him look even more like a dudebro behind the sunglasses that he is wearing.

Which are unnecessary by the way, the sun has gone down. There’s no need for them.

“You have a weird looking nipple” Nile answers nonchalantly and reaches for her drink to mask her face.

She watches him out of the corner of her eye in the meanwhile and finds that his face is still turned towards her. That was another thing about the sunglasses. She couldn’t tell if he was staring and it was unfair.

She looked damn good in this bikini and if he wasn’t having the same mental struggles then she was going to get a refund.

Silence settles between them, heavy and awkward, and eventually she’s forced to put her drink down or chug it.

Booker is still, maybe, looking at her. She can feel his attention sinking into her so she stretches her arms above and pushes her chest forward in an attempt to throw him off.

Booker turns his head away and to the sky, Nile watches his cheeks color and it strokes her well deserved ego.

“Can you even see the sky with those glasses?” She asks when he doesn’t return his attention to her right away.

“Why would I need to see the sky when I could look at you?” Booker answers smoothly, chin tucking down towards her. Nile heats up despite herself.

First in her chest, then her stomach, then her groin.

It’s her turn to look away so she looks towards the water instead. Raises one of her legs off the hot tub floor and above the bubbles, watches as his head gives a minuscule turn to the length of them.

She’s half tempted to run her foot across his lower half but she’s just enough away that her pointed toes would only reach his knees.

The distance is fine.

Except he reaches out, and they’re close enough that he’s able to stroke his index finger up the arch of her foot and make her yelp.

She pulls away from the sensation. It felt like tickling except tickling never threw her so deep into horny that she had to readjust her stance and squeeze her legs together against the throbbing before.

“Sorry” Booker says, not sounding the least bit sorry.

“It’s fine” Nile answers quick and pitchy, her heart beating a hundred miles a minute and core melting in anticipation of something pleasurable.

It was definitely not fine.

Re: Fill: Booker/Nile - hot tub chilling

[(Anonymous)]

has he always been this hot?
😂😂😂 YEA, Nile, he has!

Omg I loved this. It was so fun and flirty and easy between them. I loved Nile’s endless distraction and how Booker just came out with that pick-up line without batting an eye. I feel like I don’t read much of confident Booker, or even just cutesy/flirty Booker/Nile, so this was very welcome! Would love to read more if you ever think of adding to it 😊

Fill: Joe/Nicky, reverse cowgirl

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Joe lies on his back on the bed, head and shoulders propped on pillows. He coats his throbbing prick with copious amounts of slick, knowing the extra minutes Nicky is spending in the bathroom are aphrodisiac enough. He’s cleaning and stretching his hole to take my cock. Adding to Joe’s arousal is the fact that despite not having exchanged a single word aloud with Nicky about what’s going to happen, he knows exactly what’s going to happen: Nicky’s going to exit the bathroom, cross the room, face the window, straddle Joe, impale himself on Joe’s cock, and ride Joe to orgasm.

It’s as simple and as beautiful as that.

The day had been hot and humid and their work out of doors, manual, and arduous, in the service of one of Nicky’s many good causes. Halfway to completion, they’d stripped to the waist, and Joe’s gaze had, for a moment, lingered on Nicky’s bare back. Nicky had caught Joe looking—the gaze was not long enough to warrant the term ‘stare,’ much less ‘ogle’—and had blessed Joe with one of his smiles, a minute, fleeting twitch of the two corners of his beautiful mouth.

And that was all that was required.

They’d returned to their toil, Joe with the renewed vigor of the panting hart for the cooling stream.

Joe knows its too much slick, really, he’s oozing with it, but he can no more stop himself than Nicky could help foisting one more bite of the night’s toothsome dinner on him after Joe said he was full.

Joe does stop his stroking when the bathroom door opens, however.

Nicky walks slowly, deliberately, to the bed. He’s not smiling but there’s a softness and a sweetness in his eyes that is enough for Joe. He crawls on the bed and straddles Joe. He’s on his knees, facing the window. He wriggles a little, looking down and adjusting himself.

Joe does nothing except grip the sheet for all its worth and keep his body as still as possible.

Nicky uses his hands to anchor Joe's cockhead inside him. Then, very slowly, he releases his grip on Joe’s cock and extends his arms out. He brings them up and bends them at the elbow with his hands behind his head at his nape. It’s a graceful gesture, like the unfolding of a fan or butterfly wings, and the poet in Joe feels a pang at the inadequacy of language to capture the beauty of it.

Joe knows that the gesture purposefully shows off Nicky’s back muscles because Nicky knows that for Joe, with his artist's eye even in the bedroom, the view holds just as much of the allure as the cock-riding.

But then Nicky’s arms are folding down and his hands are spreading his cheeks as he sinks. He’s holding himself open so I can watch. Slick seeps out the seams as Nicky lowers himself. The motion is slow but fluid.

“Oh, hayati, the moon envies such beauty, and the stars wistfully long to hang in your firmament.”

Joe’s cock is fully sheathed. Nicky turns his head and smiles a full, wanton, wicked smile.

It’s a gift. No one, no one, sees him smile like this, reveling in his role as the object of desire. It’s a courtesan’s smile, and it makes Joe, if he weren’t already, impossibly hard.

When Nicky releases his cheeks, Joe reaches up to caress them. This is allowed, though not much more. Joe’s main job, besides flooding Nicky’s ass with prodigious amounts of ejaculate, is to not come in the first ten seconds.

Nicky raises an eyebrow. Ready?

Joe groans. Fuck, yeah!

And boom!

Thump, thump, thump.

Nicky’s movements jar the bed.

It ought to be an Olympic sport. This kind of riding. His thighs work like oxen, lifting him, dropping him.

Joe slaps those bouncing, fleshy, flapping cheeks and grunts encouragement in a dozen different languages.

Nicky’s arms are up, laced at the back of his head, showing off those back muscles that Joe has not yet tired of drawing, not after hundreds of years. Nicky’s own cock must be flopping around like a goose’s neck, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Yes, fucking hell, yes!” hissed Joe through clenched teeth. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, fuck!”

Nicky rides him, thump, thump, thump, swaying left and right, pausing only twice to grind down on Joe, arch his back and grab his ankles and strike a horribly obscene pose.

These pauses give Joe time to whimper how much he loves Nicky, how much he wants him, how close he is to drowning in the wide sea of his eyes, to sinking in the storm of his passion, to surrendering his whole self to the gift that is Nicky’s body.

But most of the time, Joe isn’t that eloquent.

“Fuck, sweetheart, fuck, yes, just like that. Oh, baby, you were made for riding me. Love!”

It’s over too soon. It always is.

Joe reaches up, Nicky reaches back, their fingers twine at Nicky’s hips as Joe spends and spends and spends.

Joe reluctantly slips his fingers out of Nicky’s and falls back to the bed and pants and sweats and stares at Nicky’s back and ogles Nicky’s ass wonders, and not for the first time, how he got so lucky in this life.

But then other urges and other priorities crowd Joe’s thoughts of humble gratitude. He thinks about rubbing and biting the gorgeous back muscles he’s been watching and licking his own from Nicky’s hole and giving Nicky as much pleasure as he’s just enjoyed.

And so, as Nicky lifts off Joe’s deflating cock, Joe extends a hand and runs a finger through the delicious mess.

Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, reverse cowgirl

[(Anonymous)]

That was so hot!

FILL: Modern Joe/Nicky, cheerful ex-priest thot Nicky + pining Joe

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5194.html?thread=1742922#cmt1742922

Joe's been in love with his best friend Nicky since they were kids, but Nicky is straight, religious, and also a priest. Joe's pretty resigned to loving him in silence and trying to move on, when lo and behold, Nicky comes out, quits his jobs, and forsakes his vows all at once. The heavens part! A rainbow shoots across the sky! JOE HAS HIS CHANCE!

Before he can ask Nicky out, Nicky hits up a gay club, discovers gay sex, and decides he's going to have all of it.

So... a hyper romantic Joe helplessly pining over his best friend, and a baby gay Nicky happily fucking his way through the city as he tries to get over his hopeless crush on his best friend.

Fill: still not over you
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29483070

A small fill. This is the scene where Joe and Nicky talk things out. Featuring sex joke cracking Nicky, and Joe being handsomer than Jesus.

FILL: Joe/Nicky, Nicky learning to eat out trans!Joe

[(Anonymous)]

Fill for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10263.html?thread=3462423#cmt3462423

Disclaimer beforehand: I am not trans. I hope I did Joe justice here- if I have not, please do come beat up my ass for it.

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Nicky’s mouth is on Joe’s pecs the moment he’s pulled off his t-shirt, his tongue tracing the long scars that run horizontally underneath Joe’s nipples, first on the right side, then on the left.

Joe inhales shakily, his fingers hooking underneath Nicky’s jaw to urge him a little further upward, until he’s closing his lips around one of them and tonguing the areola.

“Fuck,” Joe breathes, eloquently, and then he’s putting pressure on Nicky’s jaw again to get him to come back up, and he’s kissing him, the hair of his beard brushing deliciously against Nicky’s chin.

“I want to see more of you,” Nicky mumbles between kisses, fingers curled hungrily around Joe’s hips, thumbs digging into the vee of his abdomen. Joe shudders underneath him at the words, his long fingers gliding to the back of his head to hold onto Nicky’s hair, letting out a slight growl of frustration when he finds very little purchase on the short strands.

“Are you sure? You know I don’t have-”

“Yes,” Nicky says vehemently, pulling back a little so Joe can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’ve been… doing research.”

“Research?” Joe echoes, his eyes crinkling slightly with amusement, his lips curling up into that beautiful smile, and Nicky leans in to peck the upturned corners of his mouth, and as Joe’s lips part underneath him he kisses him in earnest.

Nicky has always prided himself on being good with his mouth. He has always liked it; the feeling of a dick, heavy and throbbing on his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He has always delighted in the pleasure his mouth can bring to his partners, and he won’t lie about it: he’s been thinking about sucking Joe’s cock since he first lay eyes on him during their very first date.

So when Joe had come out as trans at the beginning of their second date, with a nervous look on his face and a smile that was entirely too tight as he worried about Nicky’s reaction, it had come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Nicky thanked Joe for his trust in him, told him it changed exactly nothing, and then admitted that he’d never been with a transman before, but that he was more than eager to learn.

Joe hadn’t opened up to him back then yet, still a little hesitant, but when Nicky made it clear his thoughts on the matter had not changed in the slightest during their text conversations and then their third date, he’d relaxed and shared more details about his transition.

He’s been on testosterone for six years now, he had his top surgery two years ago (best decision of his life), and he hasn’t had bottom surgery, but he’s had an ovariohysterectomy. He doesn’t think he wants bottom surgery, not with the current techniques available, anyway, but he assures Nicky that he’s more than capable with a strap while they’re in the middle of a particularly heated make-out session.

They don’t go further than that on their third date; just some very steamy making out and a lot of communication, because the last thing Nicky wants is to be ignorant. He wants Joe to be happy, and if that means he’ll have to suck his strap like a champ, he will happily, eagerly do so, and when it means that he has to delve into the depths of the internet so he can eat Joe’s pussy if he is so inclined? Then, well, Nicky will happily do so, and be grateful for it.

As it turns out, Joe is so inclined (it is, after all, a very insightful make-out session).

So yes, Nicky spent long nights doing research, finding the entire idea of vaginas to be surprisingly arousing when he can relate them to Joe (handsome, beautiful, wonderful, strong Joe), even if the female pronouns in the explanatory texts are rather off-putting. He eventually comes to the conclusion that eating ass and eating pussy can’t be that different, and he’s never had complaints about his skills regarding the former, and if his performance indeed turns out to be subpar, then he can only hope Joe will forgive him and let him try again. And again. And again. (Nicky thinks he’ll happily eat out Joe until the end of time, if Joe so pleases.)

“I want to taste you,” Nicky says as they part again, both panting, breathing the same air, and Nicky can see the warmth in Joe’s eyes, and all he thinks is please allow me to make you feel good.

Joe swallows. “Okay,” he breathes. “But this has to come off.” He tugs at Nicky’s t-shirt, and Nicky laughs. He gets off Joe as he goes to pull it off, and Joe takes the opportunity to undo the button and fly of his jeans, and he pulls off his underwear along with them in one go. When skin meets skin again, they are both fully naked, and the scent of their arousal is cloying the air, and Nicky’s mouth is watering.

Nicky runs a hand over Joe’s hairy thigh in appreciation, and Joe bites his full lower lip as he stares up at him from underneath his thick eyelashes, and Nicky mouths at the place where his beard and neck meet, tonguing along the well-groomed line. He makes his way down Joe’s body with slight haste (he’ll have time to map out every strong line of Joe’s body later, and he will take his opportunity then, to show Joe just how much he likes it), but for now he settles for small nips to Joe’s pecs, his abs, the top of his happy trail. He traces the trail downward with his tongue, and then kisses along Joe’s pelvis, scooting further down the bed as he goes.

He’s got his teeth sunk into the firm meat of Joe’s thigh as Joe whines, a delightful sound, his legs opening for Nicky, the scent of his arousal strong now Nicky is so close to its origin.

“Fuck, Nicky,” Joe says, hands grasping for Nicky’s head and pulling him close to where he wants him. “You are such a tease.”

“I can’t help it,” Nicky says, looking up at Joe as he buries his nose in the curls of Joe’s pubic hair. He smells divine there; Nicky can only imagine what the taste must be like. “You are so handsome. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.”

Joe moans, his hips hitching up a little. Nicky places one hand on Joe’s hip, his thumb rubbing his stomach, and the other around his thigh, keeping him nice and open, fingers digging into the meat there. Joe’s fingers worry at Nicky’s scalp, not quite pulling him closer but definitely not allowing him to move away.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?” he suggests, and his hips buck up a little again, just enough for the tip of Nicky’s nose to feel the wetness between Joe’s folds. He keeps eye contact with Joe as he opens his mouth and licks. He’s surprised at the amount of wetness that has already pooled there, the texture of it thick and warm, the taste of it slightly sweet and oh so intoxicating, and as Joe moans, loud and throaty, Nicky’s eyes flutter closed and he goes at it in earnest.

Joe’s clit is enlarged because of the hormones and easy to find; when Nicky flicks his tongue over it, Joe’s breath hitches, and when he keeps doing up the repetitive little licks, varying in pressure, Joe’s nails dig into his scalp.

When Nicky dips lower and teases along Joe’s entrance before dipping in, finding so much more of the moisture building there, Joe curses loudly and grinds down onto his mouth, hissing when the tip of Nicky’s nose brushes against his clit.

“You are so good for me, baby,” Joe praises, and Nicky moans in response to the praise, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw as he doubles down on his efforts and licks into him even harder.

The sound Joe makes when he comes is the sexiest thing Nicky has ever heard. His strong thighs quiver, tightening around Nicky’s head to keep him in place, and Joe pulses against Nicky’s mouth. He’s breathing erratically as he comes down from it, taking a shuddering inhale every time Nicky’s tongue flicks across his clit, and taking it as a sign of oversensitivity, Nicky tries to pull back.

The fingers at the back of his head tighten his hold, and Joe sounds absolutely wrecked as he pants out: “Don’t fucking stop.”

So Nicky doesn’t stop until he’s teased a second orgasm out of Joe, and then a third, and by then Joe is ushering him back up, is moaning into his mouth as he tastes himself on Nicky’s tongue, and Nicky feels drunk on love and on Joe, the air cool against the wetness on his face.

He comes embarrassingly quickly after that; he’s shooting off almost as soon as Joe’s beautiful fingers curl around his erection, and they lie next to each other, laughing breathlessly and trading sloppy kisses.

–

“I have created a monster,” Joe says fondly the first time Nicky has brought him to climax five times many weeks later, the last one with Nicky’s tongue in his ass and Joe pressing the palm of Nicky’s hand against his clit as he rutted against it. When Joe sobbed out his final release, Nicky had come untouched; too riled up on everything Joe to have even noticed his own urgent arousal until it happened.

“I love you,” Nicky mumbles contently as he mouths lazily at Joe’s collarbone, licking over the love bites he’s left there.

Joe pulls on his hair to detach Nicky’s teeth from where he’s biting at Joe’s chest, and then they’re kissing, loving and happy.

Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, Nicky learning to eat out trans!Joe

[(Anonymous)]

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

Nile/Dizzy, Nile/OFCs, Exploration of Nile's sexuality 1/4

[(Anonymous)]

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.

Re: Nile/Dizzy, Nile/OFCs, Exploration of Nile's sexuality 2/4

[(Anonymous)]

“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.

Joe/Nicky - Nicky finds out he loves wearing lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

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.

1/? Joe/Nicky royalty AU. My concubine? You mean my top advisor.

[(Anonymous)]

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.

Re: 1/? Joe/Nicky royalty AU. My concubine? You mean my top advisor.

[(Anonymous)]

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

Fill:Wicked!Yusuf / Chaste!Nicolò - moral and sexual corruption dub-con

[fuinixe]

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

Re: Fill:Wicked!Yusuf / Chaste!Nicolò - moral and sexual corruption dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

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

Familiar 1/3 (Trans Joe/Nicky, experienced Nicky, first-time eating Joe out)

[highsmith]

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

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