#poor drake

[thebrightestbling]

Hawkins, not everyone is as gay as you

[nero-draco]

[abyssusinvo]

This lovely drabble is based off of a scene in ch. 11 of @anubislover’s lovely fic Welcome to the Heart Pirates Nami-Ya! If you haven’t read it yet, you definitely should, especially if you like Lawna and as will be covered here: DrakeLaw.

Drake practically ripped open the buttons of his uniform as he stripped himself of his clothing. The past few days had been stressful with having to deal with the damned Heart pirates antics and especially those of their Captain Trafalgar Law. Oh if only he could wring that skinny neck of his he would, but the only thing that’d probably get him is a sly smirk and yet another sleazy innuendo about choking kinks. Gods, what an asshole.

But what an asshole indeed because it seemed like as difficult it was for Drake to admit it out loud, those words were beginning to really impact him if the way his hard dick bobbed with each step he took towards his personal quarters showers indicated. He hadn’t managed to get the bastard out of his mind all day even after it had been awhile since he last saw that yellow submarine. He wasn’t pining for the other in the least, the only thing he wanted more in the world right now was to see Law locked up in one of his cells all wrapped up in sea stone chains where he’ll be to weak to smart mouth him any further.

Or resist other things for that matter.... Dammit! He was going to take this shower and he wasn’t going to give in to what his body was aching for him to do and that was to get rid of the persistent throb in his loins.

Sliding the glass door open harshly, Drake roughly twisted the knob unthinkingly to the hot side in his annoyance induced haze. It was only after he stepped in and the glass walls of the shower began to fog up that he finally realized his mistake. Fine then, if he was really going to want to get these thoughts and desires out of the way, he might as well indulge a little while he can.

For a moment Drake just glares down his erection as though willing it to go away on his own before forcing out a sigh through his nose and taking a firm grasp of his shaft. Up and down he went, virtually methodical and with the intent on venting his stress out on himself, Drake closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the heat of the water and the feel of his hand on his dick that he imagined was someone else’s... A certain hand with tattoos decorating tanned skin replaced his own in his minds eye and he began to jerk into his fist at the images his thoughts conjured up.

“Fuck...Law.”

It should be wrong to think of a pirate like this, especially one he’d been assigned to capture and bring to justice. It was a good thing his men weren’t scheduled to patrol this way or the very thought of them hearing who he was fantasizing about would be both mortifying and potentially career ending.

And so he tried to keep the noises in, teeth that had unconsciously turned to fangs bit his lip hard enough to bleed into the drain below had him keening at an array of thoughts of a smug Law smirking up at him from the times where he had the surgeon pinned between his thighs on the ground that was all too sensual. If only back then he should’ve just took his cock out and fucked that smug look off those bloody lips or better yet... Had there been nobody around, Drake wondered just what a man of human anatomy could do to him when he was the one at the mercy of such skilled hands. Fuck!

Dirty thoughts of getting railed by the pirate he’d been chasing for so long finally pushed him into doing something to himself he normally never did unless he was really into things. Releasing his blooded lip from the abuse and finally opening amber reptilian eyes to watch what he was doing closely, Drake took the hand not busy jerking at his cock up to his mouth so that he could suck on two of the digits while clearly imagining them as a certain someone else’s fingers as he did so.

The water of the shower could not be relied upon as acceptable lube, and so Drake only had his own copious saliva to use if he wanted this done the right way. Finding the his index and middle finger satisfactorily lubed up with spit, Drake situated himself to lean his forehead against the cooler tiled walls of the shower as he probed his puckered hole before piercing through up to the first knuckle. And, feeling confident after a few seconds of adjustment, pushed all the way in until the rest of his fist met his ass, scissoring all the while in preparing himself for the finger fucking he was to give himself.

Breathing harshly through his teeth and now getting totally lost in his fantasies, Drake began to verbally vent those thoughts out in the open for hopefully nobody else to hear but himself. Pounding his prostate with one hand while fiercely fisting his cock with the other, Drake knew he would make quite the sight right now. Precum began to dribble relentlessly down to the drain below as his tempo increased, and so Drake knew he was getting close to the end.

Managing to push all thoughts about a certain stupidly sexy surgeon out of his mind, Drake through his head back with a roaring moan as he finally hit that release hard, cum cascading to the shower floor with some streaking against the wall in front of him in strips of white. After enjoying his high for a few seconds, Drake wiped away the evidence before noticing something very troublesome.

He was still very hard, and throbbing red from base to head at that. Fucking hell.

A comically large sized sweat drop fell down the back of his head before he grabbed the misbehaving organ by a fist and tightened his hold in a split of pain and pleasure. It may be plausible that his dick did not appreciate him stopping his fantasizing of Law and so chose to stay at attention for him to correct that error. How fucking ridiculous was that for a thought? His dick demanding he pay a thought further to that psychopath? Sure, what could possibly go wrong with that?

There is a strong twitch in his hand at that and Drake once more begins to pump his cock to milk ever last bit of cum it had to offer him as apparently it refused to stay down unless he forced it to. Good thing he had the spare time to do it now rather than later, because who knows what could happen to him and his men if he let pent up thoughts of lust get in the way of focusing on his tasks as a rear admiral. Yet another reason why he can’t let them know what was going on, and something he never wants that smarmy surgeon to learn of either. God... If he heard him moaning like a cheap whore what would he do? Probably admonish him for that before fucking his ass like that was all he was worthy of, not of his title but only of the cock bruising his insides.

His left hand twitched at that but Drake didn’t want to go back to do whatever the fuck that was from earlier. Never before had he fucked himself on his fingers while masturbating before, and he didn’t want to start now even as some of his dirty pleasures was to imagine himself in submissive situations.

Gods it was so frustrating at times, hard enough to find a partner willing to satisfy him the way he truly wants when all that is assumed of him based on his height and size is that he was dominant. While he is willing to take that role for others, it was nicer finding someone willing to ‘tame’ him for the night and Law for all his actions towards hims thus far, promised such satisfaction.

This time his mind began to fixate on those most recent encounters unsullied by his lust filled mind. Every smug innuendo and action Law ever tossed his way to the discomfort of his crew and even before his own men. That man was quite shameless when he really wanted something huh? Perhaps under certain circumstances it would be alright to give in for just one night and maybe all this pent up desire within himself will finally be dispersed for good.

Being incredibly sensitive this next go around, Drake began to moan more openly at every stroke. Words he wouldn’t dream of being heard by anyone else began to flow freely from bitten lips. All of which fueling himself to go harder, faster to reach that next euphoric high.

“-Fuck, harder Law! Put that dirty mouth to good use, you bastard! “

This time he leant his head back against the shower wall to let the water cascade down the X tatting his chest all the way down to his furiously pumping fist. But even as fixated in his thoughts as he was, Drake still barely picked up the sound of what appeared to be something falling over in the hallway outside his quarters... That can’t be, nobody is supposed to be up here. Drake slowed his hand down as he listened intently for anymore noises but when he was met with only silence, he continued his ministrations.

Perhaps even as now he was brought back to be conscious of the sounds he was making, it didn’t mean the activities he was partaking in were any less obvious. To anybody listening outside the room, the occasional growled out moan and perhaps wet slap of his fist meeting his pelvis could still be barely audible even after he stopping speaking freely of his fantasies.

Soon the sensitivity overwhelmed his senses, and with one last moan, Drake came undone once more with the stuttered bucking of hips and twitching of his thick cock as he finally emptied his balls for the night. Or at least, in a way that would satisfy his needs so that he wouldn’t wake up with either a hard on or a conspicuous wet patch in the morning to deal with.

As he began to quickly soap himself up and finally cleanse himself as that was what showers were meant for, Drake could of sworn he heard a feminine sounding giggle before it drifted off further away from his door. Strange.

Finishing up with lathering his body head to toe, Drake steps fully under the spray to finally rinse everything off before he is snapped to attention to the sound of an alarm going off and then hurried pounds against his doorway with following shouted words that made his blood run cold and a weight drop in the pits of his stomach.

“ Rear Admiral sir! We have been invaded by Trafalgar Law and his men! We require all hands on deck!”

Fucking shit! Law was on board his ship? Right under his nose and he didn’t know about it! And what’s worse, thinking about that giggle a bit more made him realize that he didn’t have a single member of his crew being female in gender... As Drake forces himself to act and bust out of his shower to hastily dry and put on some damn pants, his face all the way down to his chest was red from sheer mortification to the point where he’d wish Law would just put him out of his misery by sinking his ship with him in it. But no, knowing the other and with what he heard, he’ll probably never let him live it down for as long as he lived.

Hastily zipping up those pair of pants on his way out the door, Drake barreled down the halls with the assistance of some of his men letting him in on the current action. Apparently the Hearts had docked at the island they were stationed at and seeing an opportunity to steal information from him, had come aboard with only Law and two crew mates in tow before just barely slipping back out once he was first notified as he finished cleansing himself.

Stepping out onto the deck of his ship, all Drake could see was his men manning the cannons and clearly trying to shoot down a submarine that for some reason was remaining on the surface at a distance as though waiting for something before beginning to sink into the depths. And that person it seemed, was Drake himself as even as far away as the sub was, he could make out the figure of one Trafalgar Law leaning over the railing on the side closest to Drakes ship with an all too knowing smirk adorning his features.

Licking his lips, the surgeon gave Drake’s shirtless form an appreciative once over before letting out a low yet audible whistle. “ Shit Drake, if I had known what you really thought about me earlier and that you’d come out here looking like this, then I’d be more than happy to show you that I can put my dirty mouth to good use.”

Chuckling and satisfied at the flustered reaction he got, Law sauntered his way back into his sub where a snickering Shachi held the door open for him as the sub began it’s descent. The last thing he heard as he walked further in was a shout of his own name in quite the different tone from earlier, but was still the catalyst for the face-splitting smirk her wore now.

“TRAFALGAR!!!!”

[shyguyderp]

I'm gonna go taze everyone at FOWL now.

[theroyalweisme]

Follow Me (Liam x MC)

Book: Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC (Riley)

Rating: PG 13

Word Count: +2700

Summary: He’s gone to NYC... To find her... to talk to her... But he’s left his Best Friend to run things back home... What could go wrong?

Author’s Note: Part 10 of Hold On

Wow has it ever been a LONG time since I’ve written this. I’m sorry for making you all wait so long… I hope it was worth it! Special thanks to @mfackenthal and @kinkykingliam for listening to me ramble as I wrote this...

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-Liam’s POV-

The feeling of her hand in mine warmed my soul as I led her out of the bar and down the street towards the water. Bastien fell into step behind us as we continued to walk.

“You brought Bastien with you?” Her voice was soft as the question passed by her soft lips. I felt my heart jump a beat or two at the sound of her.

“Yes…” I cleared my throat, trying to come up with the words to say to her. “I thought it would be best.”

“Of course…” she nodded her gaze looking over the water.

“Riley…” I started leading her towards a secluded bench. Her crystal blue eyes lifted to mine as we sat side by side on the bench. “You just left.”

She pulled her gaze from mine, trying to hide the tears I could see gathering behind them.

“Please, my love,” I soothed, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with my thumb. “Please don’t run from me here… It’s just me.”

“I… I didn’t mean to run from you, Liam,” she sighed as my fingers lifted her face back to mine. “I… I was drowning there.”

“What do you mean?” My voice trembled. “I didn’t-“

“No… No, Liam,” she interrupted my thoughts vehemently. “Never. It was never you. You were the only thing keeping me grounded.”

“So then… why?”

She pushed all the air out of her lungs as she considered her answer, my heart pounding as I waited for her words.

-Riley’s POV-

“So then… why?” Liam’s words hit me like a ton of bricks… How could I tell him the real reason?

That I was weak… That there was no way I could stay in Cordonia and become its queen. That I needed him to be happy and move on… That my soul shattered even thinking of him with someone else.

I leaned heavily against the park bench as I considered what I would tell him, my mind drifting to a conversation I had so many years ago looking over this same river.

“Daddy…” My voice was tentative as I stared over the water, not wanting to look into my father’s steel grey eyes.

“What’s up, Rye Bread?” My father’s voice enveloped me, not unlike his strong arms. I glanced down at my hands, twisting in my lap nervously.

“How do you know you’re in love?” My words were rushed and half under my breath, my father was forced to lean in to catch what I had said.

“In love?” He croaked, his voice cracking with shock. “Well… at twelve… you shouldn’t be in love… Not until you’re at least thirty…”

“Daddy…” I rolled my eyes at him, seeing a smile crack on his lips.

“I had hoped I wouldn’t need to have this conversation with you for a long time, baby…” he sighed, pulling into a side hug awkwardly.

“I’m not a baby anymore. I’m almost a teenager,” my chin jut out in an air of authority as he chuckled lightly next to me.

“That you are, Rye Bread… that you are,” his eyes took on a wistful quality as he thought about my original question. “You want to know how to know if you’re in love…?”

I nodded easily.

“Should I be worried about a boy?” He looked down at me, half sad… half worried… and a sliver of pride shining through his gaze.

“Gross, Daddy!” I cried pushing against him. “No… I just want to know… so I can be ready for it... when it happens.”

My father paused before nodding, allowing my words to sink into him.

“Okay…” he smiled softly, I could almost see the image of my mother in front of his mind eye. “When the person standing next to you becomes a home more than the four walls around you, you’re in love. When the world stops as soon as they walk through the door… you’re in love. When they’re the first person you want to tell the good news to and the only one you want to console you through bad news… My little, Rye Bread… that’s love.”

“And you have that with, Mom?” My blue eyes shone up at him hopefully.

“She’s my world…” he smiled down at me before placing a kiss on the top of my head. “Not unlike my crazy daughter.”

“Daddy…” I warned trying to hide my smile from him.

“Riley…” Liam called gently to me, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Why did you leave?”

“I… I had to…” I lifted my eyes to him, trying to take the hurt I knew I had caused him and pull it to myself. “Liam… It was never you. It was…”

I sighed deeply, motioning around me.

“Everything… The palace… The guards… Planning our wedding. It was too much.” His forehead crinkled as he took in my words silently. “I couldn’t breathe…”

He stepped away from me, just a few paces before he turned back to me the hurt shining in his eyes.

“Was I not enough for you?” His deep blue eyes shone with tears causing the lump in my throat to grow even bigger than it was.

“No…” I whispered softly into the wind. “I wasn’t enough…”

Before I knew what was happening Liam knelt in front of me on the cold concrete. He pulled my hands in his, his ocean blue eyes pleading with me as his voice cracked with passion.

“You are always enough, Riley MacEwan,” he insisted. “Riley… When you left…”

He paused clearing his throat from the emotion.

“When I couldn’t find you…” He sighed deeply, I could see him searching for the words to say to me. “I died a thousand deaths that day. I thought so many things I could have never of fathomed before meeting you.”

He pushed a curl off of my face his thumb lingering on my cheek, catching a single tear as it escaped my eye.

“You are my life,” he proclaimed, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding off of the bench and into his lap, my lips pressing gently to his as my hands cupped his cheeks. It took a second for the shock of my movements to wear off for him; but as soon as it had his fingers wound themselves deep into my curls, his lips returning my kiss fervently.

“Where are you staying?” He pulled his lips away from me. It took everything in me from following his lips with my own. His eyes danced as he waited for my response.

“On Daniel’s couch...” I flinched out of embarrassment at the thought of not being in my own place already. “I...I didn’t want to be alone...”

“Daniel... he was the man from the bar? The bartender?” His eyes held an essence of sadness as he pulled himself up and onto the bench. My brow furrowed as I scrambled up next to him.

“Yah…” I watched him closely as his gaze shied away from me. “Both Daniel and his wife, Emily, have been amazing about me crashing there.”

His eyes shot up to mine as the realization of what I just said to him sunk in.

“W-wife?” a soft grin played at the corner of his lips as my own lips twitched.

“Mmmhmm…” I held my hand out to him. “And their one-year-old, Henry… He’s such a little card. You’d love him.”

His strong hand curled around mine as I started to walk back towards the crowded streets.

“Just watch your head if he’s holding any Legos…” he chuckled softly with me, our arms swinging gently between us.

“Perhaps we should retire to my hotel, rather than your friends’ apartment?” My teeth pressed into my lower lip as I kept my gaze out in front of me.

“They’d probably appreciate that…” I glanced over at him through my peripheral vision as a grin grew on his plush lips. He pulled my hand up to lips kissing the knuckles gently as we continued down the street, Bastien falling into step behind me.

-Drake’s POV-

This was supposed to be an easy task… Just make sure the country doesn’t fall apart while my best friend, and the fucking King, runs after the love of his life. No problem right? Wrong.

I had been buried in Liam’s study from the moment he shut the door to the SUV. Madeleine hadn’t gone back to Fydelia yet, a surprising blessing, and she had kept me moving forward with the projects that were pressing.

Not that I wanted to be making any of these decisions. But my supposed “best friend” had turned off his phone. Maybe Bastien would answer…

I dialled the familiar numbers on Liam’s desk phone pressing the receiver to my ear as it rang, once… twice… three times… four…

“You have reached…” The message started in Bastien’s clipped tone as I slammed the phone back into its cradle.

“Damnit!” I shouted to the empty study. What the fuck was I doing here? I didn’t have the right to be making decisions for this fucking country! I was just the King’s best friend… Some lowly commoner kid that a prince took pity on when we were younger. My fingers curled around the crystal tumbler as I stared down at the package in front of me.

How the fuck does Liam do this day in and day out? My head was throbbing as I tipped the crystal to my lips savouring the dark amber liquid in the glass before turning back to the garble of words in front of me.

In accordance with Section 6.2 of the Cordonian Tax Reform Bill 27C…

My eyes closed as a soft thud pounded behind them. I pressed my fingers against my temples as shouting started outside of the study door.

“Miss…” The guard posted outside the heavy oak door, Jonah…? Jonathan…? Something like that, cried as it swung open, a petit brunette bursting through the door. “Miss… you cannot…”

“Your Majesty,” the dark-haired woman demanded, her head was still down as she continued to stomp towards the desk, determination oozing from every pore. “I need to speak with you. The paltry amount you’ve provided will bare-“

Her eyes drifted up to mine, warm brown orbs stared back at me from a perfectly heart-shaped face. Woah… my mouth seemed to dry up faster than the Gobi Desert as those whisky coloured eyes stared back at me.

“You’re not…” Her pouty lips pushed out even further as I could see her thought process flit across her face.

“No…” I cleared my throat, taking another drink of my whisky and trying to hide a smirk as I watched her eyes focus on my throat as I swallowed. “I’m not.”

“I…” she stepped back tentatively, wringing her hands in front of her. Those whisky coloured eyes hid from me under thick dark lashes as she mumbled to herself before straightening her back and opening them to stare challenging at me. “I need to speak with King Liam… Immediately.”

I sighed gently, placing the whisky glass aside before clasping my hands together and resting them in front of me on the desk. I fucking told Liam this would happen. My best friend’s words haunted me as I considered how to respond to the tiny dark-haired sprite in front of me. You’ll be fine, Drake… Court isn’t sitting and nothing is happening politically. Just keep people occupied and away from the fact that I’m gone.

“Fucker…” I muttered under my breath.

“Pardon me?” The sprite spoke, my eyes flying back to hers as I realized she had heard my outburst.

“Shit… I’m…” I fumbled over my words, before noticing I’d done it again. “I mean… I didn’t… Aww… damnit.”

I pushed my head back against Liam’s high back chair, my eyes closing as my hands tried to rub the pain from my forehead.

“If I wasn’t sure before…” her voice was light, almost like she was laughing. “I could definitely tell now, that you are most definitely not King Liam.”

I took the chance of glancing up at her to see her eyes sparkling with mischief, her teeth biting into her bottom lip gently. Hadn’t we already had this conversation?

I pushed the chair back gently before moving towards the tiny creature in front of the desk.

“Look, Miss...?” I prompted, having no clue who this girl was.

“Valantez,” her grin grew as she extended her hand for me to shake. “Cynthia Valantez.”

“Miss Valantez,” I nodded shaking her hand, marvelling at how small and soft it was. How could someone this tiny have such a demanding presence? “If you could leave your proposal for additional funding with me I’d be happy to discuss it with King Liam and get back to you with a decision.”

The sharp whisky eyes widened at my request; those teeth finding the plush lower lip again. Fuck... I bet that lip is softer than her hands. Get a grip, you idiot! I forced my thoughts away from the woman in front of me and that lip as red as a Cordonian Ruby.

“I’d much rather discuss the proposal with King Liam in person,” she nodded, almost as if she was convincing herself on her argument.

“Well...” I sighed, moving back to the other side of the desk. “Unfortunately, King Liam is booked solid for the foreseeable future. He is planning his wedding while running a country.”

My grin didn’t quite reach my eyes as my mind moved to the pretty woman with chestnut curls and crystal blue eyes that my best friend was about to call his wife.

“Well...” she shifted awkwardly on her feet. “I don’t have my proposal with me currently... perhaps we could schedule a follow-up meeting?”

I turned to the laptop I had perched on the corner of Liam’s desk, clicking into my calendar app and saw that dinner time tomorrow was my only free slot for the rest of the week. My sigh was heavy as I turned back to the pretty woman in front of me.

“It seems that the only time I have available will be at 6pm tomorrow.”

Her pouty lips formed a shocked “o” shape as her whisky eyes widened at the short turn around time.

“I see...” her mouth twisted and her button nose scrunched as she considered the meeting offer.

“Drake!!” A new voice called out as the heavy door to the study swung open. “Drake, I finally got a hold of Ri-“

Maxwell careened into the study stopping mid-step in front of the tiny woman.

“Oh... I’m sorry...” his lips twitched into a large grin as he glanced between Cynthia and I. “I didn’t realize you had company...”

“Maxwell...” I groaned, rubbing my forehead as the pounding in my head returned. “It’s not company... Miss Valantez is here to meet with Liam.”

“Ooooohhhh...” Maxwell winked. “And with Li-“

His hand clamped over his mouth as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I mean with Liam so busy right now... you’re meeting with her?”

“Yes, Maxwell,” I sighed as he bowed deeply in front of her.

“Please forgive my interruption, Miss Valantez,” his eyes twinkling as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. I had to suppress a growl as her cheeks pinked lightly at his actions. Where the fuck did that come from?

“No forgiveness is necessary, Mr Beaumont,” she simpered as he finally stood in front of her. “To answer your question, Mr Walker, tomorrow at 6pm would work well. Will this meeting be conducted over dinner or should I eat before I get here?”

Maxwell’s eyes shifted to me, that damned grin growing on his face.

“I will have the kitchen prepare something for us,” I nodded thoughtfully, standing and walking around the desk once more.

“Anything but red meat,” she smiled prettily, holding her hand out once more to me. My large hand engulfed hers. I could feel my cheeks heat at the thought of my rough, calloused fingers brushing her soft skin. “I will see you tomorrow.”

Those whisky eyes smiled at me as the tiny beautiful woman turned on her heel and quickly left the study.

“Well well well...” Maxwell grinned as he sat in the chair in front of Liam’s desk. “This is interesting...”

“Fuck off, Beaumont...” I muttered, sitting back behind the desk and pulling the next pile of paper towards me. “I’ve got shit to do.”

[stcanard-capesuzette-duckbu-blog]

[armageddon-champion]

“I dunno who this ‘El Dracke’ is, but they must not be important if nobody’s heard of their ass.”

[thebeaumontboys]

Who else thought he was trying to say "I love you"?