beans but spicy

Gentlemen of Ill-Repute

A The Old Guard: Tales Through Time comicsverse crossover mission fic

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Just when their guests look like are trying to make an excuse to be somewhere else, Nicky leans over and kisses Joe casually on the lips, just a few seconds and almost chaste. Then he leans back and smiles at them. 

Joe smiles too. Then he kisses Nicky, deeper, lush, with tongue.

Westerling chuckles and takes another swig of his whiskey while Miranda lights another cigar and leans back on the mounds of pillow, legs spreading wider. He starts clapping, slowly, in appreciation or mockery, Joe and Nicky can’t really tell. Perhaps for him, they’re the same. 

“Youssef, Nicholas, you both could have saved so much money and expensive wine had you been upfront with your motive for inviting us up here,” Miranda says, eyes dancing with something close to hunger. 

“Oh, and what motive is that?” Joe says, coy. 

Miranda huffs, his free hand inching closer to the front of his trousers. 

“How long have you two been together?” Westerling asks. 

“Oh,” Nicky says. “Forever.”

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Or, that time in 1958 when Nicky and Joe work in tandem as honeypot. It is not really enjoyable for either of them, but they hope it’s worth the effort.

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Yusuf al-Kaysani x Nicolo di Genova + Mickey Miranda x Raymond Westerling, with art illustrated by the lovely @highbeeans (NSFW version in AO3 :D)

Lovely @highbeeans allowed me to write a fic based on her art 💕 It's my very first omegaverse fic, and it's called Catch Me If I Fall

Nicky is an omega on his honeymoon, experiencing his sexual awakening with his new Alpha husband, Joe.

What he didn't count on though was going into heat . . .

Double trouble.

the moon crumbles

Joe/Nicky, PWP, Explicit, 1k

Nicky comes when Joe pushes the head of the toy in alongside his cock.

It feels as if time has stopped completely, and Joe struggles to breathe evenly so he can control his thrusts. As much as he would love to keep fucking Nicky through his orgasm, he’s busy being mesmerized by the way Nicky shakes in his arms, falling apart in waves. He looks so beautiful like this, open and vulnerable, and Joe knows he’s the luckiest man alive, having the chance to contemplate Nicky’s blissed out face, trembling lips parted in a half moan, rosy cheeks streaked with tears.

This hadn’t been part of the plan, though, Joe can’t help musing. He had already sucked an orgasm from Nicky earlier this evening, clever mouth around Nicky’s twitching cock as he had massaged Nicky’s prostate with two fingers until Nicky was shouting and spilling, salty and sticky on Joe’s tongue. That had been meant to take the edge off, yes, to allow Joe to make their night last. To give himself time to wreck Nicky completely if not permanently.