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FILL: Booker - Booker has a new life

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11729.html?thread=3931601#cmt3931601

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31864249

Re: FILL: Booker - Booker has a new life

[(Anonymous)]

Lovely!

FILL: Booker/Nile, Dom!Booker mission persona really works for Nile

[(Anonymous)]

prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2273027#cmt2273027

fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32250286

Fill: Days of Sun, Joe/Nicky, Never-Ending One Night Stand

[highsmith]

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32393140

FILL: Booker/Nile, recognising him from the abs

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10263.html?thread=3510807#cmt3510807

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32464594

Books for Booker 1/7

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1864880#cmt1864880

Who gave him this nickname? And why? And how does he live up to it?

And what is in his vast collection besides a 1st edition of Don Quixote? And how extreme is his bibliophile personality?

And what is the craziest thing he’s done to get a book he really wanted? Or how much did he pay for it?

And which book means the most to him?

Did his wife use to ship him books while he was in the army?

Is there one that he reads alone when he misses his family? Both past and present?

Did someone gift him ‘everyone poops’ as a joke?

Did Nile send him ‘go to fuck to sleep’ while he’s in exile?

We’re 11 prompt pages in. I want some answers.

*

A/N: i've been trying to only post completed fills, but i am shamelessly posting this here in hopes of receiving comments/encouragement because i know a team gen fic isn't going to get as much of that.

0. prologue

“Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince.

"So that I may forget," replied the tippler.

"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him.

"Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.

"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.

"Ashamed of drinking!”

--Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince

He has one hundred years of penance, and he wastes the initial part of it drunk as a fish. This is unfunny according to Quỳnh.

“You had what I wanted and you wasted it,” she says in disappointment.

And Jesus, he hadn’t even known her long, and she’s already laying on the guilt. “You think if I could, I wouldn’t have swapped places with you?”

“You say that, but you wouldn’t. You just want to be miserable, instead of living the one life you’ve been given.”

“One life?”

She shrugs in her fine clothing. Despite being away for so long, she dresses better than he does. “So it’s a long one.”

Later, as he downs a different vintage, a different appellation, he asks, “Why are you here, and not with them?”

Her face grows pensive, lost. She takes a sip of her mint tea, then says, “Because you and I have both been set adrift. I don’t know if I am ready to …” She shakes her head, sets her tea down, and then throws him into the bathtub.

From then on, every time he drinks, she douses him in water: dumps water on him, shoots very accurately with a water gun, water balloons, and of course, the damn bathtub. It also has the unexpected result of him finally taking off his shoes inside the house, since wet shoes are miserable.

“Haven’t you have enough?” he shouts in the tepid shower.

“Haven’t you?” she says in turn, and then returns to reading her book out loud to him from where she’s perched on the counter.

“Jesus, woman, couldn’t you just… monologue at me instead of ignoring me by reading?”

Quỳnh fucking chortles. “You think I would give a villainous speech?”

Yes, yes he did. “How do you even know about those?” He needs a shower anyway, so he turns the knob for more hot water, and strips his clothes.

“You,” she replies. “I’ve had nothing but water, and your memories for years.” She takes a sip of her chrysanthemum tea. “And now the woman too. Andy,” the name still sits funny in her mouth, “likes her.”

“Nile shot her.”

“Good,” Quỳnh smiles. “Keep her on her toes, since I’m not there.”

“Not good. Andy doesn’t heal anymore.”

Quynh draws figures in the fogged up mirror. “Hmm.”

Booker stills, looking at her in her matching pajamas. “Do you... do you know if she can become immortal again?”

“The same way fairy tales solve problems: kindness, blood, and true love’s kiss.”

And Booker knows then she’s fucking with him. He picks up his wet shirt and throws it at her. She catches it, and tosses it to the floor. “Then why are you here and not with her?” he grouses.

She closes her book, and looks at him. “You and I are alike, drowning. I need time to ... reconnect with the world, and you need time to come to your senses.”

“I’ve come to my fucking senses. I fucked up. I fucked up. And now they’re all… I’m all...”

“Alone. Yes. You think so little of family,” she says a little sadly. “We will be alone together until we find our land legs.”

*

He and Quỳnh stay in Paris. When you’re lost, you’re supposed to wait where you are, right?

His apartment grows furnished now that Quỳnh’s here. Since she’s filling his (their?) apartment with things, cutlery that matches, an organizer for the closet, a shoe rack by the door, he figures he can fill the bookshelf that’s been serving as an over-sized recycle bin for his empty bottles. Eventually he starts reading again. It’s unoriginal, he knows.

His shelves fill with books he loved, books he hopes to read, and books he’s finished. He often thinks of the team (“The family,” Quỳnh corrects), who would like what book. What they would talk about. He has these books, and he can’t send them to them, because it would be intrusive. They exiled him, they don’t want his gifts. But he collects books, a shelf for each of them, books he wants to share with them, say I thought of you when I read this or I think you’d like this.

His shelves are full of unspoken wishes, regrets. And even as he misses them fiercely, wondering what they are doing, how are Andy’s joints doing, is she still insisting on going in first despite her mortality? What stupid bets are Joe and Nicky making? Who does Joe watch football with now? How is Nile settling into her new life? So he keeps reading, dreaming of them in his own way, and fills his shelves.

“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.”

--Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone’s This Is How You Lose the Time War

Re: Books for Booker 1/7

[(Anonymous)]

YES!!!! MORE TEAM FIC!!!!

FILL: Sub Nile and Hard Dom Booker, cockwarming

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt is here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8201.html?thread=2910985&posted=1#cmt4050441

Insp by a one of line in the scorching ongoing fill, Booker spends a day using Nile to keep his dick hot and wet cuz he can.

IDC who fills this and to Hard Dom Anon- plz feel no pressure to fill, i'm sure you're hard at work <3

And fill is here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32734618

Re: FILL: Sub Nile and Hard Dom Booker, cockwarming

[(Anonymous)]

This was scorching haha. I’m with Andy 😂

Touch and Go, Nicky & Nile, platonic massage leads to unexpected orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10860.html?thread=3761004&posted=1#cmt4052844
Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32750821

Re: Touch and Go, Nicky & Nile, platonic massage leads to unexpected orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

Wow!! Hot!!

Fill: Booker has a hair trigger, Nile likes it

[(Anonymous)]

I had this prompt in mind for a long time!

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2344707#cmt2344707

Fill:

The first time it happened was certainly a surprise. They had only been together for a few weeks so everything was still fresh and new, and Booker stifled a quiet gasp when Nile sank to her knees one lazy afternoon in between missions and unzipped his jeans, because they definitely hadn’t done this yet. Nile grinned up at him, pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly as it fattened in her hand. “You always take such good care of me,” she explained, because he did—she had never seen a guy who liked going down on her so much. “I want to make you feel good too,” she murmured, and then her lips sealed around his cockhead, suckling softly at him.

She was, admittedly, putting a real effort into blowing him—her hand was toying with his balls while her mouth worked him over, and she had a trick with her tongue that he had made a mental note to ask her about later—but even so, it was a surprise to her how quickly he became desperate. She had only had her lips on him for a minute or so when his hips started erratically jerking, his dick leaking on her tongue, and when she looked up at him, he looked truly wrecked. His face was flushed, his head thrown back as he panted for air, his nails digging little red moons into his palms. He was moaning loudly enough to wake the neighbourhood and cursing in French. If Nile didn’t know better, she would have thought he was already on the edge, but surely, she told herself, he couldn’t be—she didn’t have that high confidence in her blowjob skills.

“Nile, Nile,” he kept chanting, his hand cupping her face worshipfully as he clearly fought not to give into the urge to thrust deeper into her mouth. “Merde, Nile, darling, that’s so good, oh fuck—fuck—“ his eyes went wide, his fingers trembled minutely against her chin, and that was all the warning she had before his cock was twitching against her tongue, spilling spurt after spurt.

She swallowed it down, continuing to work him over until he started to soften and his moans of ecstasy were tinged with pain, and then she looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed with both exertion and embarrassment, and he was rubbing his eyes like he wanted to hide, and she couldn’t have that. “Hey, Book,” she said gently, clearing her throat and standing up. “You good?”

He sighed shakily, and she pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry I—I came so fast,” he mumbled, the flush on his cheeks deepening. “It felt so good, Nile, and I just want you so badly, you’re so good to me, I couldn’t help it,” he babbled, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “All I care about is making you feel good, Book,” she reminded him. “Kind of hot, too,” she admitted. “I liked that you enjoyed it so much, that you wanted me so much,” she whispered into his ear, and he shivered violently, his hands tightening on her shoulders before he dropped to his knees to return the favour.

It took them a little while, to work out what was likely to set Booker off like a shot and how to make it work for both of them. Blowjobs got him every single time, he could never last more than a few minutes if Nile used her mouth on him. They saved those, then, either for quickies—it was actually quite practical when they didn’t have much time anyway—or for when they were relaxing watching a football match Nile didn’t care that much about anyway, and she could get him off in no time and then just sit there, keeping his cock warm in her mouth until he hardened again. He could last the longest with handjobs, but he could hold out for a little while when he was fucking her—unless she was riding him, and then he really couldn’t, because “I just love seeing you on top, taking what you want,” he confessed.

With some trial and error, they worked out quite a satisfying system, and so it was no surprise to either of them one muggy afternoon in a Brazilian safe house, when Booker’s hand tightened on Nile’s shoulder a few minutes after she had begun lazily riding him. “I’m close, Nile,” he warned her, “oh, that’s it, just a little more,” and she leaned down to kiss him, her fingers cheekily pinching one of his nipples. “Enjoy it, baby,” she encouraged him. “Come on, want you to fill me up,” she urged. “Make me wet,” she whispered, low and urgent in his ear, and that did it—he came with a groan, his hands running up and down her sides as she kept riding him through his orgasm.

She paused to let him catch his breath, but didn’t pull off of him, holding him inside even as he softened and kissing him messily. “Love how much you want me,” she reminded him, catching one of his hands in hers and bringing it to her breast. “Touch me a bit,” she encouraged him, and he was quick to obey, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger the way he knew she liked, toying with the small silver ball she had gotten there for her second anniversary with the Guard. “Oh that’s good, Book,” she murmured, rolling her hips slowly, in tight little circles, careful with how sensitive he was. “I love how much you like this pussy,” she remarked, casually filthy. “Love that it pushes you over the edge so quickly, love that I know you’re not done, that you can fill me up again and again.” His cock gave a weak twitch, and she grinned. “Love how quickly you can get hard again,” she encouraged, because yes, Booker might come in a flash, but his immortality also meant that he could recover remarkably quickly. (Nile had awkwardly asked Joe, one time after one too many margaritas, if it was the same for he and Nicky, and Joe just grinned like the cat who got the cream.) She could already feel Booker stiffening, and she grinned, rolling her hips a little faster to draw a whimper of oversensitivity from him. “Come on, baby,” she murmured, arching her back as his fingers tweaked her nipple in just the right way. “I got you off, now I need you to fuck me good, as soon as you’re ready,” she prompted, and with a groan he flipped them, bracketing her body with his own and starting to fuck her properly.

As she lay back, her arms crossed over her head as she relaxed into his thrusts, she reflected that this was quite possibly her favourite phase of having sex with him. Since he’d just come, he could last long enough for her to really enjoy the fuck, and every time he pressed into her, the obscene slick sounds just reminded her that he had already come once, that he had been so overwhelmed by her riding him that he had ejaculated in less than two minutes.

She loved that she didn’t have to do any of the work, that she could just lay back and get properly railed, that she had time to savour the feeling before his hands tightened on her hips again and he got that familiar desperate look on his face. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” she asked, reaching down to tease one of her own nipples. “Can’t—can’t help it,” he admitted in between shaky breaths, because he had learned how that got them both going, and she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing tightly. “Come on, then,” she encouraged. “If you can’t hold it any more,” she added with a grin, because he had told her that she could tease him about it, had shyly admitted that he liked it when she did. “Can’t,” he admitted, his whole face screwed up with pleasure, and she loved this part too, the way his thrusts lost any sense of rhythm as he gave into the heat building in his gut, the little hitching gasps he let slip, as if he couldn’t believe how good it felt, as if it was a surprise every time. She could always tell when he was right on the edge, because his fingers would tighten on her skin, gripping hard enough to bruise if they weren’t immortal, and he would give a long drawn-out groan, and then she felt the pulses of warmth as he spilled inside her again.

“Was that good, baby?” She whispered in his ear, reaching down to rub at her clit to take a little of the edge off, because feeling him come inside her twice never failed to get her worked up. “So good, Nile,” he enthused, and he tried to pull out, but she just squeezed her legs around his, keeping him in place. “Ah, ah,” she warned. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He whined as she clenched around him impatiently. “I’m s-sensitive, Nile,” he warned, shivering as she rolled her hips against him, the friction a sweet agony. “I just came twice, fuck—“ He nearly sobbed as she rolled them so that she was on top of him, careful not to let him slip out. “I know you can give me more,” she encouraged him, rocking her hips just enough to stop him from going fully soft, and he whimpered, a low animal sound because it felt so good, she was so warm and slick around him and the thought that part of that slickness was because his oversensitive cockhead was sliding through two loads of his own come just got him going more, and yet it also hurt because it was way too soon to be getting hard again and yet he couldn’t help it, he never could with her, not when he could look up and see her there straddling his hips, his goddess who had brought the joy back to his life.

“Nile, fuck, fuck, I can’t,” he pleaded, actually tearing up, and yet he wasn’t saying the word to make it all stop and they both knew it. “You can,” she told him confidently, snapping her hips faster as she felt him hardening again. “You think you can’t now, but you’ll be coming again in just a minute or so,” she assured him, casual, and he sobbed at the reminder that he wouldn’t be able to last long, even after he had already come twice.

She shifted on his dick until she found an angle that made her throw her head back in bliss, and he was helpless to do anything but lay there and let her take her pleasure from him. She had given up the tight rolls of her hips and had started really moving on him, rising almost all the way off of his cock, letting it tease her folds, and then slamming back down with a groan. His erection had started to really ache, so that every time she sank down on it, it was simultaneously a relief to be enveloped in that wet warmth and an agony to feel her walls clenching around him. “Don’t come yet, Book,” she warned him, panting as she brought one hand to where they were joined, sliding her fingers between her folds and toying with her clit. “I’m so close, hang in there for me, just let me come first, fuck that’s good, oh fuck yes, yes—“

He managed to hold out for a few seconds more, before the combination of the look of ecstasy on her face and the tight clenching around him drove him over the edge. He actually sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed weakly, spilling whatever come he had left, because it hurt, the third time, even though the relief was still there.

She brought her fingers to his cheeks, wiping gently at the tears there, which of course only made him tear up more because she was so kind to him and he still wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky. She pulled off of him as gently as she could and curled up to his side, grinning up at him playfully. “God, I love it when I can get you to come three times in me,” she admitted, taking one of his hands and bringing it down between his legs, guiding him to feel between her folds, where his release was still pooling. “Feel what a mess you made of me?” She asked, and his cock twitched painfully, as if he might, impossibly, get hard again if she kept talking about it.

“Well,” he replied with a grin, his fingers teasing her folds, “if I made a mess, I should clean it up, shouldn’t I?” He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then trailed down to the curve of her breast. “After all,” he added with a wink. “I owe you at least two orgasms, my love.”

Re: Fill: Booker has a hair trigger, Nile likes it

[(Anonymous)]

how has no one commented on this yet???

thank you anon!!!

Fill: Joe/Nicky - Nicky is a pole dancer

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11729.html?thread=3930065

Joe's best friend is going to marry. And for his bachelor party his groomsmen take him to a gay stip club. The groom is not excited at first but the music is good, the drinks tasty and he doesn't want to chicken out in front of his groomsmen, so... well.. fuck it, they stay there.

So, Joe's with them and he's actually the only of them who's gay (or bisexual) and he immensely enjoy's the show, the dances and all that.

But then there's this pole dancer and Joe stares open mouthed. The man is beautiful, has a body to die for and boy, can he dance. Joe's pants are more than a little tight :D

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29926851/chapters/82170862

Fill: Copley gets a crush on the whole team

[(Anonymous)]

Cheerfully filled my own prompt (https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11729.html?thread=4035793#cmt4035793)

Story is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33232195?view_adult=true#main

Joe/Nicky/Booker, misunderstandings about Booker/Copley

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1157291#cmt1157291

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33409870

Fill - Joe/Nicky - Nicky/omc - BDSM collar (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt:

Nicky and Joe have been in a BDSM relationship for a while, so Joe gives Nicky a collar.

Nicky is overjoyed - until he runs into his asshole ex, who knows EXACTLY what that collar is for and has some strong opinions on the matter.

His ex can be Keane if that floats your boat.

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=240316#cmt240316

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Had this as a WIP in my googledocs for a while because I could never get the ending juuuuustt right. I think I finally figured it out.

Hope the prompt OP likes my interpretation of their idea! :)

TW: Extremely dubious consent between Nicky/OMC told in a flashback - a little graphic so please read responsibly <3

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Recently a happiness unlike anything he’d ever known before had settled on Nicky’s heart. And, it was fully due to the man who was sitting beside him. His hand was a solid weight on his knee almost mirroring the steadying weight of the collar around his throat.

He had only given it to him… locked it on him the day before. Their one year anniversary.

A whole year with Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Joe. It had started with dinner dates that always felt like they ended too soon. Afternoons walking hand in hand around the city, it felt like Nicky was seeing everything through new eyes. Soon, those eyes were waking up to Joe’s handsome face almost every morning.

Now, though, it would be every morning. The night before, Joe had also asked if Nicky wanted to move in with him. Of course, he had said yes. So, he had been given both a collar and a key yesterday, each a symbol of their commitment to each other.

Nicky was still having a hard time wrapping his head around the life he was now living. A job he loved, good friends, and the love of his life to experience it all with.

At the moment they were both seated at their favorite back corner booth of The Old Guard, a bar that also doubled as a BDSM club at least once a week.

Andy and Quynh, the newest owners and good friends, were currently seated across from them. They had all come by early in order for Joe to give them an extra set of hands assembling some new equipment that had arrived for a showcase that was scheduled for the next night. Unfortunately, Joe and Nicky wouldn’t be able to attend because of plans to drive up to Joe’s parents' vacation home at Lake Tahoe the next day for his mother’s birthday. But, they loved their friends and loved being able to support them whenever and however they could.

Having beaten the women there by a few minutes, they had found their current seats and sipped on soda waters with lime given to them by the Friday night bar staff that were just finishing setting up for the night.

“What is this?” Andy had asked good naturedly as she sat down before them, gesturing to their drinks. “We need to pop a bottle of actual bubbles.”

Nicky knew she was wanting to celebrate this next step in their relationship, and he loved her excitement for them. It was one reason why he had wanted to wear the collar to the club on one of the days nothing extensively kink related would be happening. The bar definitely had a certain theme about it, but on regular service nights when alcohol was free flowing and bands played, the crowd was much more eclectic and mixed. Being one of the only people who had a collar on, being so clearly marked as Joe’s made Nicky preen, a pink blush rising up his neck starting where the leather met his skin.

She was about to stand to find them one of the bottles of chilled champagne the bar kept in the back for special occasions, but Joe quickly stopped her.

“Eh, I was thinking we put together the expensive equipment first.” He quipped with a soft grin. “Plus, some of us here are light weights, and probably shouldn’t start drinking for a little bit longer.”

“Hey, I stand by my light weight status. It makes me a cheap date.” Nicky interjected, knowing that Joe was talking about him.

“Light weight, light of my eyes. I love you any and every way you are.” Joe teased as he placed a feather weight kiss onto the tip of Nicky’s nose.

“Ugh, you guys are so disgustingly cute.” Andy joked in a deadpan voice.

This was when Nicky really felt like his heart was about to bring his whole body into flight. A huge smile now on his face due to the easy love he was existing in at this moment. He placed his own light kiss on Joe’s cheek. “I know, and I love it.”

Quynh was now giggling beside Andy as she reached out to grab her hand. Bringing it to her lips, she placed her own soft kiss on Andy’s knuckles. “Come on, heart of my heart. Let’s go get that set up so we can all celebrate together.” She had a wicked look of mischief in her eyes as she said those words.

“Not you too.” Andy groaned, sliding down in her chair and letting her head fall back dramatically.

“Come on, join the dark side, Andromache.” Joe laughed. “Good one by the way, Quynh. I can tell you’ve been paying attention.”

“How about we go take care of this, and we’ll see how I feel about this dark side after my first drink.” Andy said, straightening back up in her chair.

“Do you wanna stay here, habibi? Keep our seats?” Joe asked with another kiss, now on Nicky’s lips, as Quynh and Andy stood up.

“Yeah, that sounds like a perfect idea.” Nicky answered back and peered up at him with a look of utter devotion before watching the three of them disappear through a door leading to the back.

It slowly got a little busy as people started trickling in, the lights turning down, the music turning up to a level appropriate for 5 o’clock drinks. There was no need to join them. They only needed one extra set of hands, and he really didn’t want to give up their seats. This was their favorite booth because of its partial seclusion while still having a great view of the main stage. One of their favorite local bands was playing that night too, French Calvary and the Devil’s Lettuce. A strange mix of gothic, metal, and funk. Led by their mutual friend Sebastian, they were all excited to hear his newest vocalist, Nile Freeman.

Nicky sipped on his soda water and leaned back into the corner formed by the wall on his right side and the squishy booth cushion at his back. He was fine to sit here and just people watch for the time being. Looking around, he saw there were a handful of people he knew scattered around the club, but they were all busy with their groups. He found, though, he was just content to sit alone because he was just content in his life at the moment. A small smile played on his lips as he let his thoughts wander.

He would have been content enough to stay just like that until Joe and the others returned, too. But, he realized he would not be so lucky when his eyes lit upon his ex, Leo, standing across the room at the far end of the bar.

“Shit.” He said under his breath as they made eye contact, and Leo smiled broadly before heading Nicky’s way.

He hadn’t seen Leo in a couple of years, not since he had moved to Chicago for work. In fact, he had hoped to never have to see him again, but now that it was happening he just wished Joe was sitting beside him.

“Nicky! How have you been? It’s so good to see you.” Leo said as he closed the distance between them with that wide smile on his face. And, Nicky had to admit that it was a very handsome face. Leo had been his first boyfriend in the kink community back when he was twenty-two and just beginning to explore that side of himself. Tall, taller than him, and Nicky wasn’t short by any means, Leo’d always had a muscular build, wide shoulders, big arms. He could still see why he had been drawn to him.

Now, though, he was much more attracted to Joe’s body that carried similar muscular strength and tone without looking like he was on steroids.

He squirmed a little under Leo’s gaze making him feel a tinge uncomfortable. Nicky was wearing tight, black pants and an equally tight, black tank top as well as the supple leather collar around his neck. He had never cared much about what he wore to The Old Guard, but Joe loved picking out clothes for him and dressing him up. And, he loved making Joe smile. Now, he wished he had brought a jacket despite the summer heat they had been experiencing the last few days.

“I’m good. How are you?” Nicky asked shortly with a small smile, making no move to get up to greet with a hug or handshake.

“Good, good. Just in town for some business and thought I would stop by the old haunt.” Leo didn’t take the hint of how uninterested Nicky was in catching up. Instead, he took the time to slide into the place where Joe had just been sitting. Caging Nicky against two solid walls and a table, he placed his glass of whiskey down and faced him fully.

Nicky slid a little further back and grimaced when he realized just how claustrophobic Leo was making him.

Re: Fill - Joe/Nicky - Nicky/omc - BDSM collar (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

“I see there are some new developments in your life.” Leo said as he brought a hand up and grazed the collar on his neck ever so slightly.

Heat rose up Nicky’s neck at Leo noticing and calling out the collar. It had been a small point of contention in their relationship, one among many. Near the end of their relationship Nicky had played with the idea of having a symbol of their commitment to each other, and Leo thought… Well, he had thought differently. And, present day Nicky was glad it had never come to fruition as well.

“So, does he know what a slut you are?” Leo pressed in a low, deprecating voice when Nicky never replied. “That you’ve slept with over half the men that come to this club?”

“Yes. He doesn’t care.” Nicky answered, trying to come off as bristled and testy. Unfortunately, this uncomfortable exchange was making his mouth run a little dry, causing his voice to break at the end, ruining his attempt to keep his words firm and confident.

It was true. That he had slept with a lot of men the first few years he had first gotten into the scene. He had been twenty-two, freshly out of the closet, and horny as hell. All of the sex had been safe, but there had been a lot of it. And, a lot of it had actually happened in the present club itself and those similar to it around the city. Scene nights where he had been wrapped in rope and then ruined by man after man. It helped him let go, to free himself from the cage it felt like his mind was sometimes. There was nothing quite like having your thoughts fucked out of you. It had actually been one of those nights that he and Leo had met.

He could still remember that night, vividly. Leo in tight, black, leather pants and no shirt. His broad chest blanketed beautifully with a thick layer of curly, dark brown hair. He had walked slowly up to Nicky, strapped down on a bench that secured his arms along the legs and kept his ass and mouth accessible. He had pulled Nicky’s head to his crotch roughly. “Open it.” He had said, and Nicky moved to open his pants with his mouth. It had been awkward, and hot, and once it was over and he had Leo’s cum all over his face, he had been hooked.

They exchanged numbers when Nicky saw him again the following week, and the rest was history.

Nicky remembered sitting Joe down to tell him about his slightly debaucherous past. Some men, he had found, had a really hard time being with somebody who would ‘allow’ themselves to be treated like that or some other nonsense. It had actually turned into a fantastic night where they both were able to discuss what they did and didn’t want in a long term relationship. Nicky had said he was down for anything, and Joe had said he needed explicit conversations and consent for anything new they both wanted to do. Also, Joe wanted exclusivity, and Nicky was turning into a tired, old man who was having a hard time getting out of bed the next Monday to go to work after being destroyed on a Saturday night. Their needs and wants aligning so well, it was just like the way their bodies seemed to fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces.

Leo was nonplussed by Nicky’s short answer. Instead, he grinned and asked, “Oh, is that how you guys met?”

If possible, Nicky’s cheeks flushed even more at those words.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

It hadn’t been. In fact, they had met in one of the most vanilla ways possible. Being set up on a blind date by their mutual friends. Yes, they were mutual friends in the kink scene, but it had only been suggested because of how compatible they had seemed, in kink and in life. After the heavy and toilsome relationship with Leo that had probably been more about kink than love, his relationship with Joe felt grown up. They talked about their jobs, their passions, their families. Not just conversations about toys they had bought and positions or scenes they wanted to try. Those conversations definitely played in the mix, but there were other ones too.

At the moment, Nicky was not comfortable where this present exchange was headed. His eyes flicked to the door to the backstage area of the club, and he wished Joe would magically appear through it.

Leo just grinned wider and moved closer to Nicky. “Yeah, well I’m still in town for a few more days if you want to remember how it feels to get fucked by a real man.”

Nicky slid as far back as he could at the predatory look in Leo’s eyes. He didn’t want to cause a loud incident that would pull over curious eyes, but the only way out of the booth was either scooting past Leo or jumping over the table. Neither seemed like great options.

This had always been Leo’s form of dominance, too. In his younger years, it had been an incredible turn on. To be told what to do without any previous conversation, to believe in some magical way for his partner to know exactly how hard to push him without hurting him or causing irreparable damage. Looking back on it now - their lack of communication, his naive trust - he was beginning to see Leo’s actions for how manipulative, disparaging, even a little abusive they really were, back when he mistook dominance for love. Back before he’d had a partner that cared about him like Joe did.

“Joe doesn’t like to share.” Nicky said back, sitting up straight and tall as he prepared to get away from this man one way or another.

“Oh, did he have to beat the slut out of you too?” Leo asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of whiskey while staring both condescendingly curious and harsh eyes into Nicky’s.

His words made Nicky flashback to the last time he had done a floor show while they had been together. They’d had conversations about Nicky still participating in the shows and fucking other guys (but only while doing said shows). It had always ended in a strange place where he wasn’t sure if Leo was okay with it or not. He had trusted that if he wanted to be exclusive, he would just come out and ask. It had turned into, what Nicky thought was, a power play game. He would have a show, and then Leo would take him home and ‘punish’ him for being a slut.

But, something was different about that last night. For one, Leo didn’t stay for the entire show. And, he had dipped out early in order to go have drinks with some friends at a bar nearby because the club was always dry on kink nights. Nicky had never been sure if he had just had too much to drink while he was away or if he had finally just decided he was done sharing. Whatever the reasoning, that night he tied Nicky down when they had gotten back to Leo’s apartment and whipped him with a cane until he could have sworn he heard it break. All the while, Leo called him demeaning names as Nicky had sobbed around the ball-gag in his mouth.

And, not to misunderstand him, the release of crying in a scene had always been a part of his kinky side. His submissive persona was rooted in a love to serve his dominant and a need to get out of his thoughts, for the release that could come when all you could do was let go.

Yet, another way that Joe was better than Leo. Joe would hold him through the tears, pet him and call him his good boy. Then once Nicky had collected himself and Joe had verbal confirmation that he was good to continue, he would keep pushing at his limits until Nicky was just a pliable puddle at Joe’s feet.

That night, Leo had just replaced the ball gag with a spider gag and fucked his mouth as he continued to sob.

Now, he thinks, if Leo had asked, he would have told him he needed a break. At the time, he had barely been able to hold onto a thought as he had apologized again and again around the gags, around Leo’s cock. Once Leo came, he had left Nicky alone, still trussed up on his bed for about an hour before coming back and untying him. He had carried him to the couch and gathered him in his arms as Nicky continued his litany of “I’m sorry’s’, hiccuping sobs breaking up his speech every so often. Leo had just petted his head and told him he forgave him.

Joe was, not surprisingly, even better at aftercare than his ex. After heavy scenes, he would always draw him baths and massage out tight muscles or rub a salve on his tender skin while kissing him and telling him how good he had done. Then he would hold him close as he floated along in the quiet and comfortable bubble Joe placed him in, surrounded by trust and love.

In the club now, Nicky had begun to shake as a wave of emotion crashed over him. He needed to get away from this man, he needed to find Joe. Standing suddenly he said, “I think you should go.”

Leo, just as fast, grabbed onto one of the D-rings in the collar and pulled him back to the bench cruelly. “Still mouthy, I see. Let’s put that hole to better use.” Leo growled in his ear, pulling them practically cheek to cheek.

At this sharp turn of events, Nicky felt his mouth run completely dry. His eyes grew large and he saw before him his vision begin to tunnel. Wasn’t this what he used to respond to? Wasn’t it his fault that Leo still felt like he could treat him like an object, a toy to play with?

After that fateful night, he had quit doing floor shows, and they had continued on as normal… or their normal. But, when Leo got the job offer in Chicago, he didn’t ask Nicky to move, and Nicky hadn’t pushed the subject. They had been together for three years, and he had never questioned their dynamic because he had never known any different. When Leo finally moved, though, it had felt like a weight being lifted. Nicky had also just found a new job he loved and a new place to live. He had just let the relationship roll off his shoulders, thinking that he was just relieved because of his new found financial and home security.

A year later he met Joe.

Being with Joe now, and with this reminder of Leo’s uncaring and sadistic temperament, Nicky couldn't help but feel even more appreciative of the man he had let lock the collar around his neck the night before.

He felt this appreciation especially as he found within himself the strength to fight back, to have a boundary and demand it be respected. He was no longer the twenty-five year old toy for a fourty year old sadist. He was Nicolo di Genova, a kind heart who was done allowing himself to be pushed around.

“Stop.” Nicky found his voice. “Just stop, don’t touch me, Leo.” Nicky pushed his hand away from his neck while trying to move their bodies apart. He hated that he could still feel his eyes pricking with unshed tears despite his desperate need to make this man respect him enough to listen to his words.

Thankfully, though, at the same time of him putting his foot down on this jerk's behavior, his back-up had arrived.

“Get off him, you piece of shit!” Joe’s voice rang out as Nicky watched Leo get snatched away from him. He felt an almost immediate ease in his breathing.

Even though he was still tunneled a little far away from reality, he knew that the people who loved him had arrived to help. All of them his knights in shining armor: Andy who showed up with Kit, one of the burlier bartenders who helped take care of errant guests before their bouncer arrived at 8, and Quynh who went into damage control with the patrons who had all turned to look at the scene that had begun to unfold, and Joe, his love, who gently took his face into his hands, long and loving fingers lightly caressing his cheeks while he looked at him imploringly.

“Habibi?”

Nicky let his vision refocus, so that the beautiful face of his Yusuf was the only thing that existed for him.

“Tesoro.” He answered back with his own pet name, but he was surprised to hear his voice sounding rougher than he thought it would. It was then he realized that the tears he had felt earlier prickle at his eyes were now running lines down his cheek.

“Hey.” His voice was soft like the huge brown eyes that were boring into his. “Are you ok?”

Thinking about it for a second, Nicky just shook his head and buried his face into Joe’s neck. As Joe’s strong arms wrapped around him, Nicky let go and cried.

It felt like he was mourning. Mourning the person he thought he had dated, mourning the things he now realized Leo had taken from him, mourning the person he had been who had let himself be treated that way.

His little breakdown didn’t last long, thankfully, but Joe kept holding him even as he quieted down. Soon, though, they were startled out of their embrace as a loud thunk sounded on the table.

Looking up, they found Andy, who had set down a cylindrical metal chiller with a bottle of unopened champagne nestled in some ice, four flutes held upside down by their stems in one hand. “Alright, it is really time to celebrate now. I love throwing people out, especially assholes like that guy.”

The absurdity of it, the comfort, the family he had found, all of it was almost too much for him to fathom. So, Nicky did the only thing he could, nod his head and laugh.

“Yeah, yeah. I could do with a drink.” He laughed and wiped at his face. There would be time later to deal with the emotional fallout of running into his ex, of having to now deal with what a piece of garbage he had been to him. But, right now… right now it was time to love and be loved by the people that he had been lucky enough to find himself surrounded by.

With Quynh joining them a second later, Nicky raised his freshly poured glass of champagne, face still red and blotchy from crying, Joe’s arm wrapped securely around his shoulders, he toasted, “To the people I love.”

“Here, here!” Rang out from the table in a joyous chorus as Nicky beamed at the family he had found, the family he had chosen, growing more and more secure in the knowledge that he was right where he was supposed to be.

Turning to Joe and placing his flute down, he cupped Joe’s cheeks adoringly before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “I love you so much, amore mio.” Nicky mouthed against Joe’s lips, not wanting to pull away.

“As I do you, omri” Joe softly replied, bringing their foreheads to touch.

“Ugh.” Andy groaned loudly, breaking the tender moment between them. “I can feel my teeth rotting out of my skull.” She said in an exaggerated, teasingly annoyed tone.

Nicky felt even more of the tension seep out of his body as he let his shoulders fall and more laughter escaped his throat. Joe and Quynh quickly followed suit, dissolving into their own fit of giggles.

Andy rolled her eyes in response but also slipped an arm around Quynh’s waist and pulled her closer. Trying to act perturbed by their reaction, but the facade didn’t last long and she soon joined in with her own small laugh before kissing her wife on the cheek.

Taking a sip of her champagne as a way to hide the small blush forming on her cheeks, Andy finally acquiesced. “So... tell me more about this dark side?”

FILL: Joe/Nicky: dyslexic Nicky

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11918.html?thread=4052110#cmt4052110

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33430720

Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2386179#cmt2386179



Booker had good reason to hate flying—he’d died more than once in a plane crash, though those had been small planes and usually in combat situations, not major commercial airliners, but still. Even aside from the twinge of bad memories it stirred up sometimes, he just hated the experience of flying, especially flying commercial. Sure, sometimes they ended up on a private jet for mission-related reasons or hitching a ride with a motley assortment of mercenaries or smugglers, but more often than not, it was easier and drew less attention to simply book a ticket, like normal people, to get where they needed to go.

That didn’t mean that he enjoyed queuing up at the airport, hoping he’d remembered to pack the right set of forged passports, dealing with unexpected delays due to everything from mechanical trouble to weather problems to a flight crew being more preoccupied by nursing their coffees than boarding the plane, and then being herded onto a cramped cabin with screaming children and impatient tourists.

It didn’t help that Booker found it impossible to sleep on planes, and so there he was, tired and cranky in row 19 of the darkened cabin on the way from New York to Mumbai. The only bright spot was that Nile was there with him; she had watched a few episodes of a TV show and then, after the cabin crew collected the remains of their dinner, curled up with him, her head on his lap. He had genuinely thought she had fallen asleep like seemingly everyone else on the plane except for him, and he was torn between missing her company and being glad that she, at least, was able to get some rest.

Tenderly, he adjusted the thin airline-issued blanket around her shoulders, rubbing for just a moment at the nape of her neck, and then he gave a deep sigh, trying to think of anything that might make the seemingly interminable flight pass easier. He didn’t even hardly realise that he was fidgeting, his body subconsciously trying to get into a more comfortable position while his long legs started to cramp from being shoved up against the seat, until he felt Nile stir. “I can hear you thinking from here,” she whispered from his lap, and Booker sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologised. “You know I hate flying, ugh. I’ll try and keep still.”

“You didn’t wake me,” she replied, smiling up at him and pushing herself up to a seated position, resting her head on his shoulder. “I was just resting a bit, I don’t find it easy to sleep on planes either.” They were quiet for a few moments, happy to be sitting in companionable silence, and then when Booker tried yet again to stretch his legs only to run into the huge duffel bag the person in front of him had stuck under the seat, Nile leaned up to kiss him. “Can I try something to help you relax a bit?” She asked, and Booker nodded, because he trusted her implicitly, and because anything was better than the discomfort and monotony of the flight.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to feel her familiar hand reach over, underneath the blanket, and rub firmly over his clothed crotch. His dick immediately took an interest in the proceedings, because this was Nile after all and he could get hard just from having her look at him the right way, but he still let out a soft gasp of surprise. “I’ve never done—this before,” he admitted, because it certainly wouldn’t have ever occurred to him to hook up on a plane, but he was very quickly warming up to the idea. It was something to distract them for a little while at least, and, well, neither he or Nile had ever made a secret of the fact that they shared a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

Nile kept rubbing him through his sweats, nothing fancy about the technique, just pure friction and pressure to get him hard, and when she was apparently satisfied with the bulge under her palm, she leaned up ever so slightly to nip at the lobe of his ear. He shivered, sensitive and keyed up, and he could almost feel Nile’s grin against the skin next to his ear. “You’ll have to be quiet, baby,” she whispered, and he nodded, his cock twitching at the thought of someone waking up and realising that Booker was getting off, right there in row 19.

“Good thing you wore sweats,” she murmured. “Always important to wear comfortable clothes on a plane,” and while she was talking to him in that low voice, her hand was working under the blanket, carefully pushing down the waistband of his sweats just enough that his erection could spring free and wrapping her hand around it. “I wish the whole plane could see you like this,” she said casually. “Fully clothed except you’ve got your dick hanging out,” she teased as she worked him over with one hand while her other wandered, straying down to stroke at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, running a finger over his balls. “Fuck, Nile,” he whispered, shifting the arm he had slung over her shoulder so that he could subtly cup one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing patterns into her side. He was clearly fighting not to thrust into her grip, fighting not to make too much noise, and somehow the soft sound of his ragged breathing was sexier than any loud moans.

She knew just how to drive him crazy, alternating between long confident strokes and paying special attention to the head, and before long it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep quiet, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Nile, chérie, please,” he begged as quietly as he could manage, not even sure what he was pleading for, and she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, her strokes slowing. “You can’t come in my hand, baby,” she told him regretfully. “It’ll be too much of a mess to clean up. But if you go wait for me in the bathroom, I’ll be there in just a minute,” she promised, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan as she pulled her hand away and pulled the waistband of his sweats back up.

His cheeks were flushed bright red as he walked down the aisle to the bathroom, because there was absolutely no way to conceal how hard he was, the way his sweats were distended in the front, but thankfully the entire plane seemed to be sound asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he made it into the tiny lavatory, grabbing himself through his sweats just to get a moment of friction, and then he tried to clean up the bathroom as best he could, wiping everything down before closing the toilet seat and sitting on it, waiting for Nile.

She didn’t keep him waiting long, opened the door just long enough to slip in and then locked it. “Not much room in here, is there?” She asked with a grin. “But I think we can make it work,” she determined, and gestured at him to pull his pants down. He pulled them down just enough, not wanting to leave himself sitting directly on the toilet seat, and she climbed into his lap, kissing him softly. “This is kind of fun,” she admitted, fingers tangling in his hair. “Sometime if we’re in a plane with more leg room, I want to try giving you head,” she commented idly, and he groaned at the thought of Nile squeezing herself behind the seat in front to get her mouth on him. “Nile, please, I need you,” he pleaded, and she nodded, biting her lip in concentration as she reached beneath the hem of her dress, pulled her panties to the side and then sank down on him in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, his head falling back against the plastic wall of the lavatory. Her hand on him had felt good, but sinking inside her was like heaven. “Remember, we have to be quiet,” she chastised him, leaning in to kiss him again as she pulled almost all the way off him and then sank back down. He panted into her mouth, his arm winding around her waist to draw her closer, always closer. Who would have thought that this would get him so worked up, having her ride him on a rickety toilet seat under horrible artificial lighting?

He had to have something to distract him from the way she was clenching tightly around him every time she bottomed out, and with slightly shaking fingers he unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress, endlessly grateful that she hadn’t worn a bra, and cupped her breast gently in his hand, leaning forward to kiss her nipple before sucking it between his lips. “Oh fuck yes, Booker,” she enthused, her back arching as she tried to get more of his mouth on her. Booker had spent enough time playing with her tits to know just what drove her crazy, and he applied himself with gusto, alternating between suckling at her breast and flicking her nipple with his tongue, grazing at it ever so slightly with his teeth, and he could tell by the little whimpers she was letting slip that it was driving her mad. With one hand fingers tangled in his hair and tugged hard, keeping his mouth right where she wanted it, while her other hand she used to brace herself against the plasticky wall, trying to get enough leverage to fuck down on him hard.

Normally he would have slipped a hand between them to tease her folds, to rub at her clit, but they were barely making the cramped space work as it was and all their clothes were in the way, her dress bunched up around her waist and her panties only just pushed enough to the side for her to be able to take his dick, and so he had to trust that she would be able to find her own pleasure and devote himself utterly to worshipping her breasts with his mouth. Maybe it was the somewhat illicit thrill of hooking up in the plane bathroom, the memory of Booker’s cock filling under her hand back at their seats, only hidden from the whole plane’s view by that flimsy airline blanket, but Nile found herself on the edge faster than she might have expected. Booker could tell that she was close, because she was biting her lip to try and keep her moans quiet and she was grinding down on him increasingly frantically. “Let go, ma chérie,” he murmured, pulling back from her breast just long enough to speak and to look straight at her, and then he bent his head and, very deliberately, grazed his beard over one nipple on his way to suck the other one into his mouth, and she fell apart with a low groan.

Feeling her tight clenching around him and seeing the look of ecstasy on her face was almost to have him follow her over the edge, but not quite enough, and he groaned as he let her breast slip from his mouth, as she slumped against him. She was clearly too tired, too boneless from her climax, to enjoy riding him anymore, though she tried, weakly, to roll her hips against him, and he pressed a fond kiss to her collarbone. “Don’t, my love, you’re tired,” he urged her, and her brow wrinkled in an adorable little frown. “But I want you to come inside me,” she insisted, and he groaned, sucking a mark into her skin that disappeared only seconds later. “I will,” he promised. “But let me do the rest of the work.” He looked around the little room, and an idea popped into his head that sent a shiver of heat through him. “If you bend over and rest your arms on the counter by the sink,” he suggested, and she whined at what he was suggesting. “Yes,” she said desperately, surging forward to kiss him one last time before she carefully climbed off of him.

He groaned as he felt the cold sterile air against his cock, which was so hard that he ached with it, the head a deep red and weeping. Nile bent over obediently, resting her head in her arms on the counter he had thankfully cleaned before she had come in to join him, and what a delicious picture it was, her there waiting for him to flip the hem of her dress up and take his pleasure from her body.

He hoisted himself off the closed toilet seat and squeezed in behind her, taking just a moment to savour, sliding one hand under her dress and running it over her ass, before he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down around her knees. She bent over a little more, as much as she could in the tiny space, and he guided himself back into her with a groan. He didn’t bother holding up her dress and so the hem of it fluttered back down, hiding his view of where his cock was disappearing into her, but it didn’t matter because all his attention was taken up with how glorious she felt. She was soaked wet and relaxed after her orgasm, and he already knew that he wasn’t going to last long. He had almost been on the edge before, and now, with this angle that felt even better, with the ability to control the rhythm of his thrusts, his whole body was singing with it, his cock throbbing in her heat.

He didn’t attempt finesse—he fucked into her, pure and simple, hands tightening on her hips. “So good to me, Nile,” he babbled, “so good, so good—ah fuck, just like that, oh yes, going to come, mm—fuck,” he cursed as he thrust in as deep as he could and spilled in long erratic spurts, the relief washing over him in overwhelming waves. He pulled out as gently as he could, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, and slid her panties back up into place before he helped her turn around. He kissed her, both of them still weak with pleasure, and then helped button her dress back up.

They kissed again, pressed against the lavatory door, and he chuckled against her lips. “That was super hot, but we are definitely not telling the others about this,” he insisted. “I think they would never stop teasing us,” and Nile grinned back at him. “Oh, I know, they would be merciless,” she agreed. “Though I bet Nicky and Joe have hooked up on planes before,” she mused, and Booker just shook his head. “They would still tease us for decades,” he whined, and she laughed because she knew it was true. “Okay, you can go back to our seats first if you want, I’ll follow in just a minute,” and Booker nodded, giving her a last kiss before making his way back to their seats. He had just gotten settled again when she padded down the aisle and curled against his side, fitting perfectly against him as she always did. “Love you,” he said quietly, because as many times as he said it, he felt it was never enough. “Love you too,” she said easily, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, and to his surprise, when he opened them again they were making their descent into Mumbai and Nile was watching him and looking extremely satisfied. “Guess we’ve found out how to get you to sleep on a plane,” she remarked with a smug grin.

Re: Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

OP Here!!! Absolutely STUNNING 💯

Fill: Poly! guard, elaborate roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1755824#cmt1755824


Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33622897#main

FILL: Joe/Nicky, Oh no he's still hot

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1849264#cmt1849264

Joe is always put together, not "done", just naturally super, super hot.

When Nicky sweats, Joe glistens. Where Nicky makes a t-shirt and jeans combo look like he's 2 seconds from also throwing on some NBs and swapping into a pair of zip-off cargos, Joe looks like he's straight out of GQ. When Nicky surfaces from a work bender, he's usually more dark circles than man, where Joe's face ends up artfully contoured with accidental smudges of charcoal or paint.

Nicky realises he's in actually love when he really sees Joe - in all his flu-ridden, ancient threadbare t-shirt from school, old sweats, glasses instead of contacts, horrible bedhead glory - recognises that he looks a bit like shit, and still thinks he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33199036

Andy/Nile, lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4108.html?thread=1299212#cmt1299212

Filled here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33801793

FILL: Booker/Joe, soft sex, rimming

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10703.html?thread=3733455#cmt3733455

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34481971

Fill: Joe/Nicky Barebacking

[wolfshark]

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Blood Ties, Joe/Nicky, Nicky is a vampire

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I Wanna Try, Joe/Nicky, Nicky's first time topping

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FILL: Joe/Nicky - love god accidentally pricks self with his own arrow

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Prompt: “Love God accidentally pricks self with his own arrow”

Fill on ao3: Cupid’s Arrow

Happy reading, hope you like it 💖

Marriage Bed, Joe/Nicky, Nicky has to leave the monastery to marry to support his family

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Re: Marriage Bed, Joe/Nicky, Nicky has to leave the monastery to marry to support his family

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This now has a sequel, posted here

Joe/Nicky, They are dumbasses, blowjobs, intercrural

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Re: Joe/Nicky, They are dumbasses, blowjobs, intercrural

[(Anonymous)]

Oh sweet!! That was my prompt!! Thank you for writing it!! 😍😍

Joe/Nicky, kidfic, Agnes

[wolfshark]

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