#and i'm considering getting some kind of beads for her finger/toe nails

[betty-burnout]

Birdo amigurumi by CrochetinginCanada on Etsy

[tiny-slasher]

Billy Lenz x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | Part 2

(Mild blood tw)

The lights were beginning to worsen the never-ending headache Billy always seemed to have. They were too bright- and if the loud music blasting in his ears wasn't bad enough, the crowd of people loudly conversing sure was. Overly loud noises never managed to drown out the bad thoughts from Billy's mind...it just made them yell louder.

"Sorry, your drink is almost finished!"

Billy just glared at them, even folding his arms to make a point. Nearly ten whole minutes of his life wasted on waiting for a drink he probably wouldn't even enjoy. He prided himself in being able to brew quality beverages, even if his customers didn't have enough tastebuds to appreciate them. There was no way this...person could possibly outdo him. Their customers probably only came for the horrible music, and loud laughter of others. Overrated, and extremely irritating.

"Here you go! One latte," they said, giving Billy that smile. "Sorry, it's a lot busier here today than usual. You picked a heck of a day to come visit!"

"S'fine," Billy said, grabbing his to-go cup and giving them a wide and plastic smile.

"You okay? You look a little pale..."

"...S'loud."

They nodded in reply, wringing their hands a bit guiltily. As Billy sipped on his latte (which was disgusting), they leaned over the counter and gave him a kind smile.

"I was going to close up early today anyway, if you still feel like sticking around?"

Stick around? In this nightmare?? Who the hell did they think they were-

"Okay."

Fuck.

They had the nerve to wink at him as they went back to work. It made Billy want to vomit. If it weren't for the small child picking out a cookie not five from him, he would have, if only to see the look on their face - see if they winked and gave him that sickening smile after that! As it was, they would steal glances in his direction every so often, oblivious to the compulsions running through Billy's thoughts, and itching at his fingertips.

They should be thankful he had recently started working on that in therapy, otherwise they'd have been in a real mess. Literally.

Billy tapped his foot, watching the way the faux leather of his boot shone in the harsh lights above him, too dull to reflect the scowl on his face. Despite the atmosphere, Billy felt himself less bothered by the ordeal than he'd expected.

That was beginning to change with the increasingly loud complaints from the child near him.

"I don't want- I want the cookie! Mama, please- are you listening? I don't want a muffin! MAMA!"

Billy slammed his drink onto the counter before his fist, now clenched from annoyance, could crush the cup. As it was, some of his latte splashed out and hit him on the back of the hand.

"Take these again, for to the noble mind. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind," Billy mumbled, clenching his jaw.

He felt them turn to look at him, and he wondered if they had actually heard him over the loud, obnoxiously generic jazz music blasting throughout the room. He couldn't bring himself to look at them, knowing it would only overwhelm him to do so. Still, the hairs on his neck stood up as he continued to ramble, trying to drown out everything and regain some composure.

Slowly, he felt his heart rate slow, and his nerves calm. He managed to relax his hands enough to stretch out his fingers, sighing at the feeling of his joints releasing. He straightened his back, took in a deep breath, and-

His leg nearly gave out as the whining kid shoved themself into his side, completely ignoring him and continuing to complain about their mother's choice of muffin. Billy's hands gripped the counter as he nearly fell to the ground, and narrowly avoided splashing scalding hot coffee all over himself and the child beside him. The kid glanced in his direction once, but then continued to pay him no mind - clearly focused on getting the dessert he wanted, instead of apologizing.

There was a loud ringing in Billy's ears as he grit his teeth and clenched his fists, angry and humiliated at not only being knocked over, but being ignored. Not even the kid's mother paid any mind to him, or apologized on their behalf.

Only harsh pants of breath escaped his lips as he tried to regain self control. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands, no doubt leaving welts behind. He shook so hard he couldn't see clearly.

"She s-speaks mu-much of her f-father. S-says s-she...hears..."

Billy could no longer feel his fingers, or his toes. His heart felt as if it had stopped beating, and was simply sitting outside of his body. He felt a pressure around his waist, and visually he could tell that he was moving, but all he could focus on was the ringing. It sounded similar to an old rotary phone...

Brrrrrring! Brrrrrrring!

His vision grew dark for a moment, before white lights fulled the area. He could see a shape in front of him that seemed so familiar...

Brrrrrrring!

It was a person...he knew this person...but...

Brrrrrrrring!

HE COULDN'T THINK OVER ALL THE RACKET. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UPSHUTUPSHUTUP-

"Billy?"

He heard his name whisper through the noise. He could feel a pressure over his hands, gentle but grounding. He felt the way his lungs expanded as he breathed a bit too quickly, and as his heart raced in his chest. The shape in front of him cleared a bit as his shaking subsided, revealing a pair of concerned eyes staring back at him.

"Billy? Are you alright?"

Blinking once, Billy took in his surroundings. He was sitting in a chair in what he assumed was a back room, filled with boxes of unopened coffee grounds, and unused to-go cups. Rectangular ceiling lights burned into his eyes as he stared directly into them. He saw the carcass of a bug lying in the cover of one, wondering how long it had been there. It was some sort of beetle...

He turned back to them.

Suddenly, everything came rushing back to him. His eyes widened and felt his throat tighten as his pulse picked up from fear.

"Did I hurt anyone?" his voice was a frightened whisper.

Confusion took over their features, staring almost in disbelief at him.

"No...you were having some sort of panic attack, I think."

Billy's shoulders slumped in relief, and he tried to wish away the nausea in his tummy. He fought the urge to rip at his hair, and instead settled for staring up at the light again and letting it burn into his retinas.

"I took you back here where it's quieter...I'm sorry, I didn't really know what else to do..."

"S'fine..." Billy mumbled, unable to look at them.

As he glanced down, he realized their hands were holding his clenched fists. He jerked his hands away as if they’d been burned, his heart threatening to leap out of his throat.

They backed off upon seeing his reaction, looking a bit lost.

Staring down, he relaxed his hands, watched as the crescent shapes in his palms beaded with blood. A few of the cuts were fairly deep, considering he’d just trimmed his nails (for this exact reason).

"Oh no, here I'll get some bandages for that-"

They got up and left the small room, rustling what sounded like a container nearby for medical supplies.

Billy sighed, disappointed in himself. He'd had another episode...the first one in a while...and he hadn't been ready for it. He should have been. He knew he had been in a weird mood all morning, but he still decided to get coffee and visit them. He knew it was a bad idea. He should've have been more prepared. He should have done better.

Useless. Pathetic. What a pathetic excuse of a human being. No wonder he had no friends. No wonder his family wouldn't speak to him. Who would want to hang out with such a sad, miserable-

"I'm back! I brought some bandages and disinfectant!" their voice was so soft and gentle as they quietly opened the door.

“I’m back...” Billy whispered too quietly for them to hear.

They kneeled in front of him, opening up a packet with a disinfectant wipe.

"Can I see your hands?" they asked him, patiently waiting for him to respond.

He nodded, still unable to look them in the eyes, and held open his hands. The alcohol burned as it ran against the cuts on his palm, but he deserved it. He deserved to feel pain-

"You doing alright?" they asked, cutting off his thoughts. "I hope it doesn't burn too much...these look painful."

"...I've had worse."

They glanced up at him, brow furrowed, but said nothing. Setting the wipe down, they grabbed the bandages and began wrapping one of his hands. He watched how they ran it around and around, pulling it snugly, but not too tight. Definitely, not as tightly as he would have, if he'd been doing it himself.

"I'm sorry for what happened... You didn't deserve that."

Yes he did.

"I understand if you want to leave..."

See? They didn't even want him. They were trying to get rid of him, just like everyone else-

"But, I’d love if you stayed. I already turned the closed sign on the door..."

Billy watched the bandage wrap his other hand, as the two of them sat in silence. They were being so sickeningly sweet to him, as usual.

"You just want me to tell you my latte recipe."

Their laugh was so abrupt and loud and made Billy jump, but he couldn't help but notice the butterflies in his stomach at the sight of their smile. It was brighter than the damn lights.

"Nah, it would take away the magic. I prefer not knowing," they giggled. "It's your iced coffee you should watch out for."

"Fuck iced fucking coffee."

They covered their mouth, trying to contain their laughter. It didn't work, but Billy found it extremely annoying that he could stare at their teeth anymore.

He reached up and grabbed their wrist, catching them off guard, and gently pulled their hand down. Their smile began to wilt out of confusion, and Billy frowned in disappointment.

Probably because he was being a creep. Disgusting, filthy, nASTY-

Billy let go of their wrist with a sigh. Their eyes searched his face, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"You always seem to have so much on your mind..." they whispered.

Billy grimaced and turned away from them. He swallowed down the acid reflux creeping up his throat.

“I'm always here, if you need someone to vent to. I’d be happy to listen."

Disgusting. It made him sick.

Slowly, Billy looked into their eyes, seeing no signs of malice. He ignored the beat his heart skipped.

"Come on, I'll make you some iced coffee," they winked with a smile, standing up and offering their hand to him.

He stared at it for an abnormally long length of time, looking at the shape of their nails.

Hesitantly, he reached out his own hand and took theirs, acknowledging the way their skin felt against his fingers. It was more comforting than he was willing to admit, and much more intense now that he was aware of it.

He was beginning to suspect that they knew that before he did.

They were horrible.

[katedrakeohd]

Sweating it out. 🤤💦

This is a naughty wacky drabble incorporating @emceesynonymroll prompts #40 and #41.

40Don't you ever do that again and 41Can you move? will appear bolded in the story.

The previous two parts in this series can be found here if you want to catch up.

Choices Book : The Royal Heir

Rated: Mature 18+ for sexual content and swearing.

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy sex, oral sex.

Characters: Drake and Kate Walker, Hana Lee. (No this is not a threesome)

Word count: 2653 (all fun, no filler 😉)

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Tagging:

Wacky Drabblers: @dcbbw @texaskitten30 @bebepac @pedudley @bbrandy2002 @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @bobasheebaby @ravenpuff02 @romanticatheart-posts @jessiembruno @flutistbyday2020 @soheila-1996 @kingliam-rys

Drake Walker tag list:

@texaskitten30 @janezillow

@hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @pedudley @marshmallowsaremyfavorite

@indiacater @kingliam2019

@jovialyouthmusic @walkerswhiskeygirl @speedyoperarascalparty @mfackenthal

(Sorry for any duplicate tags)

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Author's note: this proceeds into smut right away, so consider yourself warned.

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In the sunroom at Valtorian Manor the conversation has diminished from lighthearted chatting over lunch, to lounging on the floor in a lazy comfortable silence. The warmth of the room has lulled everyone into a sort of drunken, sleepy stupor. When the quiet is broken by the soft drone of Drake snoring, it makes Hana giggle, waking him up with a snort.

Hana stretches sleepily and gets up, deciding it's time to give the two lovers some privacy.

“Well this was a pleasant lunch date, but I have somewhere else to be. I'll gather up our lunch tray and dishes and return them to the kitchen on my way by.”

When Kate tries to sit up, Drake tugs her back into his arms, making her giggle. “Oh Hana, you're too kind. Don't worry about all that stuff.”

The two corgis follow Hana out of the room as she takes things with her. She responds cheerfully on the way out, “Really Kate, I don't mind. I'll see you two later for dinner.”

Kate sighs happily as she settles into Drake's chest, tucking her fingers between the buttons of his shirt and caressing his skin, “I love Hana, she's so wonderful.”

Drake responds with a hum of agreement, tucking his own hand into the denim shirt that Kate's wearing to rub her belly. “And I love both of you.”

Drake starts unbuttoning the shirt for better access, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, and tugging at her bikini top with his fingers. “I also love how full and beautiful these are, and it's a shame to keep them covered.”

“Be gentle now, they're sensitive.” Kate scolds playfully as she works on unbuttoning his shirt.

Once his chest is partially bared, she starts to kiss down the salty column of his neck, cupping his furry tit in her hand, and caressing his nipple with her thumb. Drake sucks in a breath and shifts his ass on the cushions, spreading his leg out a bit to give himself more room. His jeans were beginning to get uncomfortably tight.

When Kate's hand slides down over his belly and stops where his shirt is tucked into his waistband, Drake lets out a quiet groan, his breath hitching, “Kate, where are you going?”

Kate bites her lip, trying hard not to grin too wide, “Well it wouldn't be right not to finish what I've started now would it?”

Drake sits up on his elbows and looks around nervously at all the glass walls. “You sure about this? What if somebody sees us?”

Kate shrugs running her hand over the tight bulge in his jeans. “Well this is our house. And with the reduced staff right now, we're not likely to be disturbed.”

Drake leans over to give her a kiss, cupping her cheek, “And what did you have in mind?”

“Well, can you move over a little and get out of those jeans then I'll show you?”

Drake rolls over and gets up to strip down out of his jeans, and tosses his shirt aside as well, “Does this answer your question?”

After taking off her borrowed denim shirt, she beckons him over. “C'mere sexy.”

Drake strides over, the prominent erection in his underwear leading the way.

“And what does the Duchess want me to do with this ?” he grins, putting his hands on his hips and rocking them side to side.

Sitting up on her knees on the cushions, Kate reaches back to untie her bikini top. “Bring it here.”

Drake can't help but lick his lips as he watches her breasts swing freely. With the heat of the room they were both sweating, and he felt incredibly thirsty all of a sudden. He wanted to lick the beads of moisture that he could see running down her naked skin, to bury his face in her breasts and hear her whisper his name.

Kate notices him staring and laughs, cupping her swollen breasts in her hands, “You like these huh?”

Drake nods, adjusting himself as he strained the fabric of his underwear. “Very much so.”

Giving him a sly grin, Kate massages each breast gently and rubs her thumbs over her nipples. “It's too bad these are for baby, and not for Daddy.”

Drake shakes his head and reluctantly looks away, “You're such a tease.”

“I know, but you love it. Now come closer and give the Duchess what she wants.”

Standing in front of her as he was, there's no confusing the hungry look in her eyes.

“And what does the Duchess want?” , he asks again his voice low.

Kate slides her hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning in to take his cock in her teeth and giving him a squeeze. Drake gasps in pain and surprise, “Jesus Kate, don't you ever do that again!”

Tilting her head back to look up at him, she can see that his chest is heaving and his hands are clenched in his hair. “I don't know. By your reaction I'd say you kinda liked it.”

Drake's heart was racing and when the pain had subsided he admitted to feeling a little more excited by the throbbing sensation her grip had left behind. “Ok maybe, but not so hard next time?”

Kate snaps the waistband of his underwear at his ass, “Time to get these off.”

Drake chuckles, “Ow.. okay.”

When he reaches down to take them off, Kate stops his hands. “No, let me. Better yet, keep your hands totally to yourself until I give you the magic words.”

Drake holds his hands out to the side, “And the magic words are?”

“You'll know when you hear them.”

Drake throws his head back and laughs, then covers his mouth when he realizes how loud his voice echoes through the large room.

Kate grins as she slowly lowers his underwear, “Let's see how quiet you can be too.”

Drake's hand clamps on his mouth when he feels her lips touch the end of his cock, but he can't stop the muffled groan of pleasure when she opens wider and welcomes him into her mouth.

Looking down, he watches Kate swallow him inch by inch, her lips gripping firmly each time she draws back. He wanted to sink his hands into her hair, to feel her cheeks and jaw as she worked on him. He clenched his fists at his sides, and enjoyed the sucking and licking of her mouth as she devoured him like she was dying of hunger. He's not sure what has brought on this sort of attention, but he wasn't complaining. For the last few weeks of the pregnancy there had been very little sexual interaction between them. Kate was usually too tired or not in the mood whenever he was, plus they couldn't exactly engage in their usual rigorous sort of fun.

Kate sits back, letting him go with a wet slurping pop. He's breathing heavily as she looks up. Seeing the lust in his eyes get hidden by his hair blowing into his face again makes her giggle, “Let me know when you're ready for that haircut.”

Drake shakes his head with a grin, brushing his hair back from his face and holding his hands behind his head. “Not yet.”

Kate lets out a sigh, lifting up her breasts to pillow them around his slick cock, “Good, because I'm not done either.”

Drake bites his lip at the smooth warm sensation of her tender skin swallowing him up. When her mouth closes around his tip again he closes his eyes, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her throat. “Jesus Kate, that feels so…..” he whispers hoarsely.

“Hmm..” Kate moans, sucking him deeper into her mouth. Flattening out her tongue and tickling back and forth along his length, she's encouraged by his soft groans and sighs of pleasure. “Oh God..j- ..just like that…ff-fuck yes..”

Stroking her hands slowly up and down the back of his thighs and ass, Kate can feel his legs start to shake and the muscles in his ass clench as he tries to maintain control. His rapid breathing as she picks up her pace, swallowing as much as she can with each stroke lets her know how close he is to totally losing it.

The sweat runs down over his abs as the muscles tense and relax with each gasp and groan.

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“You..are running me ragged.” He whispers

Kate sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with a smile. “Sorry.”

Drake shakes his head, breathing a sigh and chuckling softly “No..no, in the best possible way.”

With the sun shining down on his glistening body, his engorged cock purple and throbbing Drake feels like some wild sex God standing in the Garden of Eden. His heavily pregnant wife kneeling in worship at his feet. Damn she looked beautiful as her eyes travelled over him lustfully.

“Come here,” he whispers, reaching out to her.

She places her hand in his and he helps her up from her knees. “Oh look you figured out the magic words.” She purrs seductively as he glides his hands down her back to cup her ass.

Her lips are swollen and soft as he tips his face down to give her a kiss. Kate brushes his damp hair back out of his face as the kiss deepens and he tastes himself on the inside of her mouth. Kate sucks on his tongue and Drake draws back with a deep groan rumbling up out of his throat. “Fuck me Kate.”

Drake moves his mouth to lick and nibble at her neck, sucking at her earlobe, his hands pushing down her shorts.

“Yesss,” Kate whispers, reaching around to rake her nails across his back.

Kate shimmies her hips to make her shorts drop around her ankles, and then kicks them aside. Drake grabs her bare ass again, lifting her up on her tip toes. With his cock tucked under her full belly, he couldn't quite reach for penetration. Burying his face into her shoulder, he sucks and kisses his way up to her mouth again. Whispering against her lips he traces them with his tongue, “How are we going to do this?”

Kate reaches between them to give his cock a firm squeeze. “Get down on the floor with me, and let me get on top.”

Drake nods, kneeling down on the cushions and helping her get down with him. Digging his hands into her hair, Drake grabs a handful in his fist and pulls Kate in for a kiss. Wrapping her arms up around his neck, she presses her breasts up into his chest, grabbing a fistful of his hair too. When she pulls sharply on his hair and bites his bottom lip, Drake grunts and breaks off the kiss. Staring into eachother's eyes, they dare the other to make the next move, both breathing hard. Drake growls and buries his face into her breasts, sliding his hands down and gently tickling her sides. Kate giggles as he licks and kisses up and down the smooshed crevice between her breasts.

“Have I ever told you..*kiss*…that ..*lick*..you have..*kiss*..”

Drake grips her by the hips and pulls her onto his lap.

“The most beautiful..*long lick*..and..*kiss* ..”

He slides his hand under her belly and tucks a finger between her moist lips. “tightest little pussy I have ever seen?”

Kate moans, rocking herself against his hand, pulling his head up out of her chest to whisper in his ear. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Drake laughs, introducing a second finger, “When I said it to Hana, she didn't believe me either.”

Kate bites the shell of his ear, “Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!”

Licking it better, she whispers, “I know, I just wanted a reason to bite you.”

Spreading out his fingers, Drake kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, continuing his anatomy lesson. “Did you know that there's more to the clit than the precious little pearl you polish with your fingers?”

Kate moans hugging him around the shoulders and licking and kissing up the side of his neck, “Somebody's been reading my book on female anatomy, hasn't he?”

Drake shrugs, tucking his two fingers up inside her and continuing to stroke in and out. “Hey sometimes at night I can't sleep and need something to read. It's been very…educational.”

Kate bites her lip, loving the feeling of his rough fingers slick with her own fluids as they moved in and out. “I'll say..” she whispers hoarsely. “And what is your other hand doing while you're looking at vulva and vaginal pictures late at night while I'm fast asleep?”

“That's between me and little Drake to know, and none of your business. Speaking of which, I think my handiwork has made enough room for Daddy, if you’re ready to perform our final act?”

Kate pushes him by the shoulders and forces him back onto the cushions, “Gladly..”

Drake reaches out sideways to hold onto the cushions beneath him, watching Kate wrap her delicate hand around his cock and give him a few firm strokes before moving him into position and tucking him inside. Rocking her hips they both moan with pleasure, tipping their faces up to the sky as each rock brings them closer together.

“Yeaaaah,” Drake sighs, a grin spreading across his face..“Still the tightest.”

“Mmhm,” Kate gasps, her hands on her thighs as she moves. “But the next time we do this is gonna feel different for both of us.”

Drake looks up at Kate, watching the concentration etched on her face, “What do you mean different?”

“I'm due anytime now, and after the….birth, it'll be six weeks at least before we can …do this again. Aaaand, things aren't going to be so tight anymore.”

Drake chokes on the groan that bubbles up out of his throat, “Six weeks?!..”

“Yeppers…” Kate moves a little faster, and by Drake's body language she can tell he's trying hard not to let things end too soon. But she was getting tired and with the oppressive heat in the room she was craving a shower and a glass of something cold to drink.

Drake clutches the cushions in his sweaty grip, feeling an overwhelming tightness in his cock and balls that was begging for release. Squinting against the bright sunshine, Kate's body seems to glow as she rocks and bounces against him. Turning his head to the side he takes one more look around the tropical flora and glass walls of the sunroom and knows for a fact that he'll never be able to imagine this room innocently again. Turning back to look up at Kate, listening to her gasp and moan as she slows down her movements, wiping the sweat from her neck and down over her breasts, he loses it and bucks upward flooding her cavity with his seed. Closing his eyes, he rides out each painful spasm, and lets out a long groan of relief as his blood sings through his veins flooding him in a wave of bliss.

Both breathless and panting, Kate drops her head back and lets her shoulders sag with exhaustion. Drake sits up on his elbow, reaching up to wrap his hand around her shoulder and pull her down gently beside him. Kate sighs, stretching out her limbs as he brushes the sweaty hair out of her face and peppers her salty skin with gentle kisses.

“That was..” she whispers, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Amazing?...” he finishes for her.

Kate nods, stopping his wandering mouth with a firm kiss.

“Yes.”

A cool breeze wafts over their hot, sweaty and spent bodies, causing Kate to shiver.

“Shower time?” she asks.

Drake kisses her back and smiles, “Yes, a shower and a haircut.”