#they’re all in drafts staring at me 😂

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Tongue Tied✨

Dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

A/N: This just came out of nowhere when I was eating cherries, so here we are 😂 I was going to post this one later, but it was just sitting in my drafts.

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, finds you in the kitchen eating some cherries. For your birthday, he gives you something that’ll make you a little tongue tied.

Rating: 18+ Only MDNI

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Smut, flirting, teasing, eating cherries, age gap (reader is 24, Joel is 51), oral receiving (fem), fingering, dirty talk, sneaking around, switching POVs

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  The air is warm as the summer breeze blows through the open window of the lit up kitchen. After a night of celebrating your twenty-fourth birthday, your parents decided to throw you a surprise barbecue. A few of your friends came, a couple of the neighbors meandered around the backyard, but one certain person was here that set your core on fire. Joel Miller. Your dad’s best friend, his favorite fishing buddy. 

   Joel was hot, like extremely hot. And not to mention he was fifty-one. Twice your age and off limits, but that made it that much more fun to tease him. 

   He’s in his signature blue flannel shirt today, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose strong arms and tanned skin, large veins threading down his forearms, and large meaty hands that could probably split you in two. His dark jeans hug his strong thighs, and his tousled grey speckled hair is slicked back just begging to be played with. 

   You can’t lie that you dream about him at night, can’t pretend you don’t imagine your fingers are his own that slip inside your dripping core and talk you through your orgasm. Attagirl. Say my name. Yeah, jus’ like that, sweetheart. Such a good fuckin’ girl.

   You bet he’s the best kisser, bet his tongue can take you to places that your fingers never could. You imagine his dark smoldering eyes all blown out and wide, his grey threaded beard tickling against your neckline while his tongue slides against your glistening skin. It’s only a dream, a fantasy your mind has conjured up to fill some void. But you’re determined to win him over one way or another. He will be yours.

   And it’s not like he’s completely innocent. You’ve seen him catch your eye once or twice, have caught him checking you out when you wore that pink bikini to the pool a few weeks ago. He can pretend all he wants, but the man fantasizes about you, too. 

   You sigh and pick another cherry from the big bowl sitting on the ceramic kitchen counter, popping it into your mouth as the sweet flavor slides down your throat. You lean against the counter and pull your short yellow dress down, the material barely grazing your tanned thighs. 

   You pop another cherry into your mouth and enjoy the quiet kitchen, taking just a few moments to pull yourself together until you have to go back outside. You’re sure they’re looking for you, but you had to get away from the heat of Joel’s smoldering stare. 

   Another minute goes by until you hear boots scuffing against the tiled floor. When you look up from under your long lashes, you freeze in place and gulp down the cherry that almost gets stuck in your throat. There he is, Joel Miller. Just standing and leaning against the doorway, brown eyes locked on yours. 

   “What’re you doin’ in here? Your dad’s lookin’ for ya out in the back,” Joel says across the kitchen.

   “Couldn’t come get me himself so he sent you instead? What a good friend you are.” You roll your eyes, one eyebrow raising in question while you see him scoff under his breath. 

   “Don’t be a brat. He’s busy makin’ burgers. Jus’ asked if I could come find ya.”

   “Well, you found me.” You lean into the counter and pick out another plump cherry. 

   “C’mon then. Get out there.” He nods his head towards the backyard and crosses his large arms over his broad chest. 

   “Can’t you see I’m busy?” You pop the cherry into your mouth and twirl the stem in between your fingers, keeping your eyes locked carefully on his. 

   He huffs out annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose  while he makes his way across the kitchen, stopping on the opposite side of the counter as he leans against it and keeps his arms tight across his chest. “Yeah, real busy over there. Those cherries must be real good if they’ve got you locked in the kitchen.” His eyes flick to the glass bowl as you plop another one out from the batch. 

   “Sooo good.” You take your tongue and lick up the side of the cherry, pushing it into your mouth as you throw the stem on the edge of the counter. 

   He watches you chew, gulping down saliva as he focuses in on your red glossy lips. He thinks you look so gorgeous in your little yellow sundress, thinks your lips might taste just like those cherries. Savory, sweet, delicious. A thought that’s crossed his mind more than once before.

   He shouldn’t be in here alone with you, shouldn’t even stare while you lick your plush lips and devour the fresh cherries all seductively in front of him. He can picture you down on your knees, your tongue gliding over the tip of his throbbing cock, his fingers fisting the back of your hair while he fucks your pretty little mouth with his thick cock. He wants to hear those melodic moans out of your mouth, needs to get his mouth on your pretty pink pussy, would love to throw you on top of his bed sheets while he fucks you till he fills you with hot ropes of cum. 

   He’s a bad man for thinking of his best friend’s daughter like that, but he can’t help wanting something he can’t technically have. You’re off limits to him and so much younger, but he doesn’t give a shit. 

   He sees the way you’ve been teasing him. Walking around in those short skirts that barely cover your curvy ass and brushing your fingertips against his arms with every chance you get. He’s not a stupid man, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t dare try to stop you. He likes the tease, loves the thought of you pining over him, and maybe one day he’ll finally teach you a lesson of what happens to naughty girls that just don’t know when to quit.

   “Stop that,” he demands, watching you lick your lips slowly while you swallow a cherry. 

   “Stop what?” you ask innocently. 

   “Stop teasin’ me.” His eyes are narrowed, jaw clenched as his eyes follow your tongue licking across the fresh fruit. 

   “Make me,” you smirk. You swallow the cherry whole and tap your manicured fingernails against the counter top, challenging him to make a move. 

   He clenches his fingers into a tight fist, sliding his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his eyes darkening as his nostrils flare in anger. He’s mad, furious that you’re making him this frazzled. He can’t ignore the hardening cock that stiffens against the denim of his jeans. All because you’re a fucking tease. 

   You pop your hip out and play with the cherry stem in between your fingers, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously at the handsome man that can barely control himself around you. “You know, they say if you can tie a knot with your tongue with a cherry stem that means you’re a good kisser,” you smirk. 

   “Is that right, darlin’?” he asks all intrigued, leaning forward as his dark eyes hone in on you. 

   “Mhm. Read a thing or two about it,” you giggle. 

   “Show me.” His voice comes out deep, gravelly as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. It doesn’t come out as a response but a demand loud and clear. 

   You smirk his way and nod. You pop the cherry stem in your mouth and get to work. Your tongue twists and turns, working hard to get just the right angle with the stem. Joel watches you eagerly, his eyes blowing wide while his nostrils flare aggressively. You know he’s hard behind his jeans, and you’re dying to see just how massive he is. 

   When you finally feel the tiny knot in the stem, you open your mouth and reach in, grabbing the wet end with your fingertips. You hold it up and sure enough you did it. Right in the middle it’s tied in a tight knot. You knew you could do it. 

   Joel smirks your way, smoldering eyes glazed in a trance as he flicks them up and down your body seductively. Oh, he’s impressed and turned on. Look at the mess you’ve made. 

   “Color me impressed, sweetheart. That’s a neat talent you got there. What else can you do with that tongue?” he asks with a devilish grin curling against his big lips. 

   “Why don’t you come find out?” you taunt him. 

   He’s on you in less than a minute, large hands holding your hips against the counter while his hard cock digs into your thigh. You’re breathless, breathing in the scent of his mahogany cologne and his fresh soap smell while his dark eyes bleed into yours.

   “Careful with that pretty mouth, darlin’. I don’t think you realize what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” he warns, blown eyes making slick build in your lacy panties. 

   “No? I think I do,” you smirk. 

   “Shouldn’t be playin’ games with your dad’s best friend, sweetheart. Could get ya into trouble,” he tsks, clicking his tongue will his thick fingers dig into the material of your skimpy dress. 

   “So get me into trouble, Mr. Miller,” you whisper, enticing him to make a move as your hand drags down to where his hard cock is skimming across your thigh. 

   He’s on you then, his warm mouth pressing firmly against yours as his hands slowly slide your dress up. The kiss is messy, hot, uncontrolled as one of his hands fist the back of your curls. You part your mouth open and invite him in, letting him slot his tongue inside your panting mouth. 

   Your fingers slide through his tousled curls, pulling a low groan from his throat while his tongue licks feverishly inside your mouth. You could drown in his coffee taste, get lost in his lush locks with his teeth nipping at your skin. This was better than you imagined, better than your wildest dreams.

   He slides his calloused thumb against your drenched lace, finding your buzzing clit as he draws meticulous circles over and over. You moan into his mouth, panting his name as his fingers set your core on fire. 

   “Yeah? You like that, little tease?” he chuckles darkly, nipping against your bottom lip as another moan leaves your lips. 

   “Yes, fuck yes,” you say through clenched teeth. 

   “Mmm. Dirty girl wants her daddy’s best friend to finger fuck her, is that right?” he teases, sliding his fingers inside your lace and gliding through your damp folds, his fingers curling up into your dripping hole.

   You part your lips and moan, twisting your fingers tightly through his messy curls. “Fuck, Joel. Please, please. Want you to… ohhh,” you moan, melting into a puddle as his thick fingers hit that spongy spot that you can never reach yourself. 

   “That’s what I thought,” he chuckles. 

   His mouth finds neck, sucking against your collarbone as his free hand squeezes one of your perky breasts. He elicits another moan from you, the wet noises of his fingers fucking into you floating around the room, the obscene sounds making him groan against the shell of your ear. 

   Before you know what happens he releases his fingers from your core and grabs your hips firmly, hoisting you up on the edge of the counter while he pulls the ruined lace down your legs and drops them to the tiled floor. You let out a squeak, watching the way he spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge, hungry eyes eating you alive. 

   “Gonna need you to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” he asks through gritted teeth, like he’s holding himself back from dragging you to his mouth. 

   “Mhm,” you hum, out of breath while more slick pools in between your thighs. “Joel, please,” you beg. 

   “Ain’t gotta beg, baby girl. Gonna take good care of this pretty pussy,” he purrs. 

   He wastes no time as he licks a thick stripe up your folds, lathering you in the wetness of his warm tongue. You throw your head back and grip the edge of the counter while he settles your legs over his shoulders. 

   He places his meaty hands around the backs of your thighs and starts to make out with your pussy. His tongue divides your folds, licking up inside your drenched hole and makes his way up to your puffy clit. He draws meticulous circles over your aching bundle of nerves, eliciting low moans that fall off the tip of your tongue. 

   You tangle your hands through his smooth locks, hear him grunt while he pulls your buzzing mound into his warm mouth. “Oh my God, Joel,” you whine. 

   “Yeah? Like the sound of you moaning my name, sweetheart. Say it again,” he demands as he plunges two thick fingers into your gushing core, watching slick slide down his hand while he’s knuckles deep in you. 

   You moan it again and again and again, watching his blown out eyes stare up at you menacingly, mouth feasting on your drool coated pussy. He finger fucks you swiftly, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot over and over again, his deft tongue gliding against your throbbing clit until you’re right on the edge. 

   Your walls clench against his fingers, mouth chanting his name dreamily while he gets you right where you need to be. 

   “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench these fingers with that sweet, sticky cum. Be a good girl now,” he purrs, licking against your warm core. 

   He pulls your bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks hard, rutting his thick fingers against the sweetest spongy spots that takes you to the finish line. You throw your head back and moan his name, feeling the white hot heat slide down the back of your spine. 

   “Attagirl. Look at you spill, goddamn” he growls, licking your spilling slick between your thighs and working his fingers in and out of your core, making sure to get every single drop of cum from your center. 

   He talks you through it, licking you clean as he works you through your intense orgasm, massaging your thighs until your breathing is back to normal. He slides your panties back up your thighs, covering your ruined pussy while he pulls your skirt back over your thighs.

   He stands up between your legs and circles your hips with his meaty hands, whispering sweet incantations in the shell of your ear. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Hope you liked your present.” 

   He gives you a quick kiss to your lips, letting you taste your own release on the tip of your tongue along with the delicious taste of him. 

   You wrap your arms around his neck loosely, not yet wanting him to leave the room without you tucked into his side. “Joel,” you murmur through a warm daze.

   “Hmm?” He knits his eyebrows into a tight line and looks at you with clouded brown eyes.

   “Can we do that again?” you ask with big sappy eyes full of hope.

   He huffs out, groaning through his teeth as his wide eyes stay locked on yours. “You want to do that again?” he asks, licking his tongue along the bottom of his teeth. 

   “Mhm,” you nod, smiling over at him. “Next time I want you to fuck me, and I want to suck your cock.”

   He chokes on his own saliva and chuckles out, shaking his head as he tightens his grip on your hips. “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna be a handful, ain’t ya?”

   “You know I am.” You giggle and push your fingers through his messy curls, adjusting it so it doesn’t look like he just went down on you. 

   He shakes his head and sighs, helping you off the spotless counter top. His fingertips hover over your back, hands pressing against your sweating skin while his lips hang dangerously close to your mouth. “You messy girl. What am I gonna do with ya, huh?” he smiles, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

   “Guess you just have to keep me,” you shrug, smiling blissfully at the man of your dreams.

   “Maybe I will, sweetheart. Maybe I will.”

   He curls a strand of hair behind your ear and trails his lips against your cheek, mouth closing in on yours. Your breath hitches and body comes alive just waiting for his lips to be back on yours. Suddenly, the back door is swinging up and heavy footsteps are coming through the kitchen entryway.

   You and Joel jump apart, your heart in your throat and adrenaline coursing through your blood. “There you two are. Was wondering where you were,” your dad shouts, his loud voice killing the heat of the moment. 

   “Sorry, bud. Your daughter here was just showin’ me how good these cherries were,” Joel says calmly. He grabs a cherry from the bowl and pops it in his mouth, winking your way before he exits the kitchen with your dad. 

   You stand there breathlessly, not believing what just happened. Joel just kissed you, finger fucked you, and ate you out in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could’ve walked in and saw. You were walking on thin ice, but you’d happily do it all over again.

   You readjust your dress and smooth down your messy locks, making sure your lipstick isn’t all smudged down your chin. Once you make sure you look like you hadn’t just been fucked, you make your way outside into the backyard. 

   Your friends crowd around the inground pool while your folks and neighbors sit around on some lounge chairs, sipping on lemonade and eating hamburgers off plastic plates. You find an empty chair next to your friend, Nikki, and act as if you were completely normal. Nothing was normal about today, though. Not after what just happened in the kitchen with Joel Miller. The hottest neighbor that had walked into your dad’s life three years ago. Guess he always had a thing for you secretly, you just didn’t know it till this year.

   Your eyes flick across the lawn and you find Joel staring at you, nursing a beer down with his lips around the flute of the bottle. His honey brown eyes find yours, and you gasp when you see a smudge of red lipstick smeared across the collar of his blue flannel. You giggle at the sight of it, snickering to yourself as you join in on a conversation about your weekend plans. 

   Guess you left your mark on him after all. 

[metallicaislife]

My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten. 

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met. 

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob. 

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me. 

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me. 

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away. 

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me. 

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained. 

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked. 

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb. 

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place. 

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy. 

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me. 

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals. 

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers. 

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy. 

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started. 

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers. 

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine. 

“Oh.” Was all I could say.  I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. 

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened. 

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy. 

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[warmblanketwhump]

on your side

@sicktember day 22: unexpected caretaker

(yes I am aware that this is from 2021 and somehow got lost in my drafts??? anyways pls enjoy 😂)

content warning: imprisonment, interrogation, hunger, neglect (nothing graphic, as always)

“I-I didn’t mean to!” A is trembling so fiercely, you’d think they were facing their royal captors. But they were facing someone they’d thought was their friend. “It just – the words slipped out - and I was so hungry- “

“Oh, and you think that excuses it? Think you get a pass because you’re the smallest and weakest?” The leader snaps at them, fire blazing in their dark, furious eyes. “You were always the weak link. And now you’re slipping secrets to the enemy for a single piece of bread.”

“I said I’m sor-“

“Sorry’s not enough any more.” A flinches, bracing their injured arm against their body, but the leader just walks away, gathering the rest of the party together in a tight circle. Their narrowed eyes and furtive glances make it clear A is no longer welcome after their slip up with the castle interrogation squad.

A trudges to the corner of the dungeon, wincing as they lean up against the cold, damp stone. Their arm wound flashes an angry red, the infection spreading from the small battle wound from days earlier. The revolutionaries had tried to breach the castle, but they were no match for the king’s highly trained guards, and the capture had been swift. Since then, it had been a nonstop cycle of gnawing hunger, intimidating interrogations, and endless waiting in the freezing subterranean cells, with A getting sicker by the hour.

A sighed – it really had been an accident. The warm scent of the small dinner roll had nearly knocked them off their feet, and the information had just…slipped out. The guard had slid the prize over, smirking at the stunned look on A’s face. “We’ll be sure to tell your friends how…helpful you’ve been,” he sneered. And so he had.

A wave of dizziness washes over them. In spite of the earlier bite of nourishment, they could feel their infection weakening them. They’d tried to clean the injury with their meager water ration, but the filthy dungeon water hadn’t helped – and no one else was willing to share theirs, claiming they all needed it to keep their strength up.

They’re snapped from their daze at the sound of someone being tossed into the cell, and they cringe as the body hits the floor. But the figure bounces back up like a spring, dusting the dirt from their outer layer.

“Fine! Throw me down here for a night! See if I care!” The figure shouts at the retreating guard, waving a hand and flashing an obscene gesture. A frowned – who’d be so bold? An attitude like that would cost someone a day’s rations.

The figure plops down beside them, face obscured in the dim light. “When you’re younger, it’s time-outs in the corner. Now, it’s an evening in with the rebels to try and scare me back to the ‘right path.’ The way I see it, it's all a prison. Yes, you heard me!” B shouts that last part at the door and rolls their eyes. “Sorry – I'm told my mouth gets ahead of my manners. Name’s B.”

Slow realization spreads as A’s jaw drops, and their eyes focus on the dim figure. It’s the king’s youngest child, B – in the dungeon? Known for their wily exploits, the whole kingdom had long since assumed they'd been banished to boarding school, as B hadn’t been seen in years.

“You…you’re B,” A whispers, barely able to hide their shock. In the dim light, they can see B’s cheeks flush, so they cut in with their own introduction. “We all thought you were gone.”

“Gone?” B laughs mirthlessly. “So that’s how they explained it. No, I’m a prisoner. In the most beautiful gilded cage you ever saw.” The smile falls, and they meet A’s eyes, a tinge of embarrassment on their cheeks.

“Sorry. You must think me insensitive. It's not...it's not like this. Up there, I mean. It’s just not…free.” They stare at their hands for a moment, then shrug. “In any case, we’re both here for the night, so we might as well be friendly. What’s your name?”

“A. Aforementioned rebel, and traitor to all sides.” A nods curtly towards the group on the other side of the cell, huddled in hushed conversation.

“Oh come on….what’d you do?” B looks them up and down, eyes catching on their arm wound. “Can't be as bad as writing your manifesto on the parlor walls, which is how yours truly ended up here.”

“I…said something I shouldn’t have.” A's guilt twists their half-full stomach. Was it worth it?

“Is that why your friends over there-“

“Yes. Though it doesn’t take much to set them off. They don’t like me much.” Ever since A was orphaned, they’d been bounced around from person to person, never feeling like they’d been wanted anywhere. This team – it had been the closest thing to a family they’d ever known. And still they’d ruined it.

B huffs a mournful laugh in acknowledgement. “I know the feeling.”

In A’s fevered state, it dawns on them – getting acquainted with the royals was the last thing they needed if they wanted to get back in their team’s good graces. “I-I’m sorry. I just…can’t be seen talking with you right now. Loyalty and all.” A scuttles back to a different corner of the cell before B can open their mouth, but B doesn’t follow.

In a few minutes, the guards come clanging in with the evening gruel, causing a mad rush to the front. By the time A limps up, the portions are halved in size. They’re right behind B, who’s staring at the grey, watery mixture with disbelief. “This…this is all you get to eat down here?”

“Get used to it – that’s all the food you’re going to see until this time tomorrow,” a rough voice advises from the far corner. Meanwhile, A gulps their precious few spoonfuls down – it’s horrifically unappetizing, but their time in the dungeons had taught them to appreciate what little came their way.

B gingerly pokes at the cold goop before catching A staring longingly at their bowl. Checking over their shoulder, they hastily swap the bowls before giving A a small wink. A grasps the bowl like it's something precious, before gulping it down, too.

There isn't much to do in the cell but sleep after their meager evening meal, so the captives start to bed down for the night. The stones of the cell are cold as ice tonight, leaching all the heat from A’s bones. A curls into themselves, carefully favoring their arm. Their fever was worse tonight, and the weather had turned colder since they’d first been captured. Past nights, they’d been able to inch closer to the warmth of the group, but tonight they were on their own.

Serves me right.

A tries to make themselves impossibly small, but it's no use. They're feverish and freezing at the same time, just like they've been since their cloaks were confiscated after their capture - the guards took every chance they could to deny the traitors any ounce of comfort. Despite the extra rations tonight, A’s body has barely enough energy to keep them warm enough – much less elevate their temperature to fight off the infection. They try to keep quiet, but they can't help the small whimper that escapes from their lips.

Only B hears them, and after double checking to make sure that the rest of the prisoners are all asleep, they scoot over to A. "Hey. Hey, are you alright?"

"It....it hurts. Bad." A tries to keep their composure and give B the cold shoulder, but their arm is aching, and their entire body is wracked with shakes. B takes one look at them and slips their thick, expensive-looking cloak off, wrapping it around A. A grips it closer to themselves with their good hand, but loses their balance and tips on to B's shoulder. But B doesn't pull away from them. Instead, they wrap their arm around A's shoulders and pull them closer.

“Has anyone taken a look at that?” B nods down to A’s inflamed arm, and A shakes their head weakly.

“Doctors cost something,” they answer wearily, repeating what was barked at them when they first asked the guards for medical care. And A couldn’t bear to betray their cause even more than they already had - even if it cost them their arm or more.

B desperately looks up for some spark of hope, of help, but there's nothing. A already knows that.

“What can I do?”

A shakes their head. “There’s nothing. Don't worry. You'll be out in the morning, and you can get on with your life. I'll be fine.”

B stares in disbelief. “No doctors. Hardly any food. A…how long have you been down here like this?”

A swallows. Is this a trap? Did the guards send in someone to win them over, get even more information from them?

“It’s....been a week or so. Maybe two. I'm sure we'll make it out sometime.”

B glances down at A, then at the angry red streaks wounding their arm. Their face is unreadable for a moment, then determined. "A, do you trust me?"

"What?" A whispers. They have no reason to. But if they don't get help soon…

"Please. You're in bad shape. I can help you.”

A shakes their head weakly. “I’m not gonna give up anything else. Don’t try.”

B looks confused, then realization flits across their face. “Oh. Oh. A, it’s not-“

A pushes away from B, still gripping the cloak tightly to themselves. “Please. I can’t-I don’t have anything else. I can’t.” B’s face is crestfallen, and it looks like they’re trying to say something, but their words sound like they’re underwater, and A is falling, dizzy, sliding down….

Suddenly, B screams out loud. "Oh my god - they're - they're dead! Someone - they’re not breathing! Guard! Help!" B suddenly hefts A off the ground and jogs toward the cellar door, the confused rebels tilting their heads quizzically.

B kicks the cell door once, twice, screaming so loud that A wonders if they’ll have any hearing left. A guard comes rushing in, brandishing a spear and gazing wildly around the room. B shouts a word in a foreign tongue, and the guard lowers their spear, suddenly unlocking the door, and B runs down the damp tunnels like a shot out of a cannon. Before long, a guard steps in their pathway, spear brandished.

B whispers another foreign word tensely. The guard nods and loops a leather bag around B’s neck and slips back into the shadows. Soon, A and B are out in the frigid night air, A’s head lolling weakly.

If not for the floating feeling that made their head feel ten feet above their body, A would have been terrified. But instead, they let themselves truly sink into the role of presumed corpse and allow themselves to enjoy the warmth of B holding them close as they lose consciousness. This was unexpected.

When they wake up, they’re buried under a soft patchwork quilt, laying on the most comfortable mattress they’ve ever felt in their life. They’re still feverish and shivery, head spinning if they turn too quickly. But gone are the filthy rags, replaced with impossibly soft sleeping clothes.

In the corner of their eye they see a warm fire crackling in a hearth, and slowly turn their head to take in the tiny, one-room cottage. B’s suddenly at their side with a stack of clean cloths and a steaming bowl of water, along with a sharp smelling paste.

“Sorry for…all that. But the less you knew, the better. Anyways. We’ve got an injury to take care of, and a fever to fight off.” Their tone is light, but A can see the creases of worry in their forehead.

Despite the quilt, a chill ripples up A’s spine, and they pull the covers closer to their chest with their uninjured arm. “What…how did you get me out?” they mumble.

“It’s been…in the works for some time.” B frowns and tugs another blanket from the foot of the bed over A, tucking it around all of them but their injured arm. “Didn’t plan on you, nor was I planning to do it tonight. But there’s no way you could stay there in your condition.”

“And the guard?”

“Let’s just say I had some help from a few friends on the inside. Are you warm enough?”

A nods weakly, but B still pulls a third blanket over them, which they accept gratefully. Reaching under the covers, they pull out A's injured arm and get to work cleaning the wound, applying some kind of paste and wrapping the wound in soft bandages. After the injury is been wrapped, B brings a small bowl of thick broth over to the bedside and helps A sit up.

"You're probably starving, but let's take the first few bites slow, alright?" A nods - despite the infection, the smell of the soup makes their stomach rumble. B gently spoons the liquid into their mouth, giving A the smallest bites. It’s thick and bursting with flavor compared to the thin gruel they’ve been eating for weeks, and it takes all they have to not wolf it down. As B sets the bowl down and brushes the hair back from A’s fevered brow, A forced the question from their lips.

“B…why….” A knows they should shut up and be grateful, but they have to know. Why them? Why leave a comfortable life for one on the run?

B stares into the flickering flames, lost in thought. “Do you know why you haven’t heard from me? Why my family hated me and kept me locked up in that castle?” A manages a small nod, and B tells a story from many years ago - of a kingdom plagued with hard times, a small child who snuck out and was stunned by the overwhelming poverty and desperation of the country their family ruled. How they’d come back, started asking questions - and got locked away in a gilded castle for their troubles.

A remembered the famine well - it was that very season that had orphaned them and left them at the mercy of begrudging strangers.

“A, I had everything I needed while people in the kingdom were starving. How could I live with myself if I didn’t do something?”

A nods, and B continues. “I planned to escape. Found allies. And well…I don’t know what comes next. But I couldn’t just stay there.”

A’s trying to understand it all, but they’re still not sure what to make of this. “But B…why…me?”

Their eyes soften as they look at A. “And I couldn’t leave you there to die when your only crime was fighting for what I believe in, too.” B’s hands are trembling now. They try to hide them, but A sees and slips their one good hand into B’s and squeezes.

It’s a lot to take in. Royalty, hidden away in a tiny cabin, washing their wounds and feeding them soup. Abandoned by their team, but saved by the one they least expected. On the run with an ally who had the potential to change the revolution for the better. But that was all something for tomorrow.

A doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring. They’re a royal and a peasant, a rebel and a fugitive, and who knows how many other differences they’ll discover when morning comes.

But for now, they’re both free. And that’s what counts.

[nattinatalia]

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Wants and Needs

Summary: Jun-ho tries to control his wants and needs.

Author's Note: So this has been in my drafts for a minute because I couldn't bring myself to post it lol I get a lot of messages from people mad at me for various things all the time and people have very strong feelings about this show and I just didn't want to deal with angry people 😩😂 but the show's over now so I figured I could post it without too much attention 👀👀 it's whale couple light sexy time. So if you only like wholesome sugar whale couple or can't imagine them being sexual just skip this k? Otherwise enjoy😇

Dating Young-woo is delightful: walks on the beach with her hair blowing in the wind, dinner with her father who only threatens him a little before warming up because he brought expensive homemade liquor, taking pottery classes because he's always been curious and then giggling as the clay goes flying and she runs away screaming 'I can't do this!' as he continues making her a lopsided mug; that she starts using at work. It's kisses that make his skin burn and his heart flutter especially when she just melts into him instead of backing away.

It's everything he thought it would be and more.

But it's also slow painful torture.

Because he is still human and he has.... urges. Carnal urges that only deepen as his beautiful girlfriend sighs and moans into his kisses subconsciously as she leans into him with an open mouth.

The sight is enough to give him thoughts. Unpure thoughts that he has no idea what to do with because he doesn't know if she thinks about that at all.

Sex.

More importantly sex with him.

She was a quick study with kissing but after months of snogging each other's faces off there hasn't been anything else to suggest that she wants more than what they're already doing meanwhile he feels ready to explode from yearning.

So when she walks out of his bathroom with his shirt dwarfing her much smaller form he knows that he's being tested by a cruel power from beyond.

Or he's just a fool who should watch the weather forecast more closely and not allow his girlfriend to walk him home on a night with expected thunder showers. The rain had suddenly fallen in thick sheets soaking them to the bone almost instantly.

He had been so grateful that she wore a colorful vest over her white shirt, his own shirt had become nearly translucent because of the downpour. Her own doing the same would have been.... bad.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt. According to my phone the rain should stop in approximately twenty-three minutes. Then I can leave." Her eyes are locked on her phone as she makes the announcement, and it takes a minute of staring at her smooth legs poking out from his shirt to realize that he shouldn't be able to see her legs.

He'd given her sweatpants too, ones with adjustable drawstrings so they could fit her slim waist.

"Why aren't you wearing the pants I gave you?" He averts his eyes from the pale smooth skin that taunts him.

"What? Oh! They were too big even when I pulled the strings all the way. They kept falling down so I folded them and left them in the bathroom, this shirt is long enough to fit me like a dress." She still hadn't looked away from her phone, scrolling and tapping at the screen without meeting his gaze.

She's right. His shirt does cover her much smaller body completely, hanging even past her knees because he'd given her one of his larger comfy night shirts. There's nothing indecent or even scandalous about what she's wearing but it's knowing. Knowing that his shirt is the only thing separating him from her naked body. That's too much for him.

He takes a deep breath walking past her to go into the kitchen. Cold water will soothe the fire kindling inside.

He gulps down the entire cup of water in seconds feeling refreshed but no less charged. Hastily he pours another cup, wiping the dribbles that escape and run down his chin.

"Were you feeling dehydrated Jun-ho ssi?"

Yes. He's never felt so parched in his life but not for the liquid in the cup. For something else completely.

"Yes. A little. I'm okay now." He lies, smiling tightly at her.

She's still engrossed on her phone and he starts to feel a inkling of jealousy before she blinks rapidly at her device before suddenly looking up at him, giving him her full attention.

"Do....you want to watch Netflix?"

From anyone else he would think that was a come on, an invitation to Netflix and chill. But it's Young-woo so she probably wants to watch a whale documentary before leaving him to deal with his issues on his own.

He nods in agreement though, it's an easy distracting way to pass the time.

And he desperately needs a distraction.

He sits down on the far right end of the couch and to his surprise she sits right next to him between the right and middle cushion. Almost close enough to touch.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks but he's already searching for documentaries on sea life ready to give his attention to the wonders of the deep blue.

"You should pick." She replies surprising him, he glances over at her but their seated position exposes even more of her legs so he has to force his gaze back to the TV swallowing hard as he searches for something to save him.

Nothing stands out. He can barely focus on the tv with her so close in so little.

He shifts away, glances at her, sighs, forces his attention back to the tv, before her bare legs captivate him again and he has to wrangle his mind back on track.

"Jun-ho ssi?

He mentally chastises himself channeling calmness he does not feel whatsoever.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to watch anything on Netflix."

He jumps at her confession, blinking wildly finally allowing his eyes to land on her.

"Wha--but it was your idea that we watch something on Netflix."

She pauses considering her next words, fidgeting next to him. He stiffens as her leg brushes against his knee.

"I heard that offering to watch Netflix means something else.......between couples."

What.

Surely she didn't mean..... she couldn't mean........ Right?

"Who told you that?"

"Dong Ge-- just someone." She avoids his gaze now, still unable to lie directly but by omission has gotten easier for her.

Of course he should have already known. Young-woo always went to her for advice he just didn't realize how deep that ran. He feels his cheeks burn. How much did they discuss about their relationship?

"It doesn't have to mean....that. It can just be watching Netflix too."

"I know. But I don't want to watch anything." She stresses again.

He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth to stop his heart from racing right out his chest.

"You don't have to do anything just because.....you heard about it. I don't want to ever pressure you so we can wait until you're ready."

Then she surprises him.

"You're not listening to me."

Her tone is extremely clipped and when he glances over she looks angry, eyes flashing at him with indignation.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I just.....I didn't know you thought about things like that. I thought I was the only on--" he cuts himself off but it's too late already he's said enough.

"You think about me too?" Her voice is so soft it almost doesn't hear her and he wants to laugh at the ridiculous question; when wasn't he thinking about her?

But it was surprising that she thought about him that way. Sure sometimes he caught her looking at his arms but that wasn't the same as wanting to have.... relations.

"Yes. All the time. Do you think about me?"

He turns to look at her, the sounds from the tv inaudible to him now as he gently tosses the remote to the side freeing his hands.

"I.....do. Sometimes even more than whales. What should I do?"

"What do you think about?"

"I think about kissing you and touching you and...."

Her blush exposes some of the nature of her thoughts but he needs to hear the words before they go any further.

"Do you think about having sex with me?"

She stares at her fingers, then his arms, and then finally his face, "Yes."

He reaches out with trembling hands brushing accidentally against her bare leg before he reaches up for her shoulders, he delicately pulls her closer and she comes easily already staring at his mouth and he whines low as she closes her eyes and melts in his embrace again.

"Jesus" he groans before kissing her with all the pent up lust he's been trying to contain futilely.

Her mouth is sweet and pliant between his, allowing him to plunder with his tongue and the barest amount of teeth. When he feels her tongue attempting to return the favor, his muscles tighten and before he can second guess himself he's reaching out and lifting her into his lap for easier access to her lips.

She gasps into his mouth, her warm breath washing over him.

It pulls him back to sanity.

He slams his head back into the couch, trying to knock away the fog in his brain.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. We should calm down." 

She's extremely red and he can see and hear how fast she's breathing. He was overwhelming her he realized feeling ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

He moves his hands away from her, gripping the cushion beneath as he inhales and exhales deeply.

He starts to feel better, more in line with himself until he feels weight on his shoulders.

"Young-woo ssi?"

He pries his eyes open, only to meet her wide but determined gaze. Her hands on light on his shoulder but the weight of that implication is enough to crush him.

"I want...I want to keep going. If you want to....too."

Oh.

He wanted. God he wanted.

But was this really okay? Should he really be doing this with her on the couch of his shared apartment? He hadn't heard anything from Minwoo, things were tense after their near fist fight over his treatment of the very person in his lap. He was considering looking for a new apartment, had even considered them living together before pushing that fantasy out of his mind.

But why was he fighting this? If they both wanted it then why was he stopping it?

"I want. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. What do you want to do?"

But that was too much. He could see on her face that a question like that had the opposite effect of what he intended, her breathing started to hitch again.

He quickly tried to help her out.

"I know you like kissing. Is there anything else you want to try?"

She stared at him, pouting lightly before cupping his face he blinked in surprise at the suddenness of her movement.

"Can I...kiss you somewhere not on your mouth?"

Oh the places that took his imagination to but he forced his face not to reveal those thoughts.

"Yes. Go ahead."

She stared at his lips so intently he was sure she had changed her mind and decided that she preferred the familiarity of their kisses but then his face was being turned carefully and she was moving even closer into his space until then he felt her breath on his neck and he closed his eyes with a deep groan.

Her lips were hot on the thin skin of his neck, a butterfly soft kiss and then another and then something wetter with more pressure. It felt purposeful as if she had a goal. It wasn't until he felt sweet mind numbing suction that he realized exactly what was happening. He squirmed beneath her, gripping her bare thighs as she licked and sucked on the column of his neck before releasing him with a soft pop.

He was lightheaded. All the blood rushing elsewhere.

His restraint was weak, barely stopping himself from grinding up into her heat.

Then she pushed against the tender skin with her thumb and he couldn't control of hips, thrusting up instinctively.

Twin moans filled the quiet air.

He barely got an apology off his tongue when he felt her move erotically in his lap.

He latched onto her hips tightly planning to stop her so they could discuss this but she knocked the rationality out of his head with another grind onto his lap, his body immediately on board with whatever she wanted to do to him.

"Does this feel...good? Do you want to keep going?" He asks head and body light as a feather under her ministrations.

He doesn't thrust again, allowing her to grind down on him instead; chasing her own pleasure, pleasure that he could see so clearly on her face- red flushed cheeks and bright glossy eyes.

"Yes. It feels weird...but good. Can you move too? And can we kiss while we do this?"

Her wish is his command.

He tugs her closer instantly, covering her mouth again and plunging in as soon as she opens up for him, this kiss is harder than any they've ever hard before- their teeth knock together at times but neither of them notice too lost in the sensation that's taking over. It feels like a sucker punch to his hormones when she starts moving again, grinding right against where he needs her the most but there are too many layers separating them and he's so desperate he could scream.

Without breaking their kiss he lifts her up easily swallowing her shocked moan, tugs his shirt out of the way and when he puts her back down he can feel her. Can feel that hot skin through her panties.

"You feel so......so good." He can't help but pant, letting her ride him through his clothes her movements becoming more smooth and less awkward as they continue.

"Am I supposed to feel like this?" She demands voice breathy and only slightly panicked.

"How do you feel?" He pants back, squeezing his eyes shut as she continues to whine down onto him without finesse.

"Like my body is about to burst." She admits and he laughs with the ounce of air left in his lungs.

"Yeah. That's good. But you can stop anytime if it's too much."

It would be torture he can admit that but any sex they had together needed to be consensual from beginning to end, unless he didn't want it.

"I....won't stop. I want to reach the end with Jun-ho ssi."

Again with that beautiful determined face that quickly morphed into something pained and euphoric as he finally moved with her- done resisting this, clutching at her hips to drag her into perfect harmonious rhythm with him.

She made adorably sexy little squeaks as he moved his hip in a crude imitation of real sex.

As their hips quickened both chasing pleasure, she flung herself into his arms wordlessly begging him to hold her as she fell apart and he did it without hesitation squishing her into his chest as she rode him faster and faster until she stilled in his arms and let out the most erotic sound he'd ever heard in his life.

That was all it took to bring him to the cliff and over. White dots flashing behind his eyelids.

"I just had an orgasm. Some studies show that over eighty percent of women have to fake their orgasms with their partners."

He shifts uncomfortably, feeling sticky and gross now that the euphoria has lifted. Well beneath the joy and shock of what they've just done.

Then her words become coherent in his brain.

"Don't do that ever. I want to know if you aren't enjoying it."

"Okay. I think...I really enjoyed it. I'm already thinking about it again."

He stares in awe at her blatant honesty, pressing up to devour her mouth in another hard kiss that she accepts eagerly.

Maybe he wasn't the only one that wanted after all.