#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"Y'want to have daddy's pups don't you baby-wolf?"

Jim growled gruffly in Drake's ear as he impaled him from behind. Clawed hand wrapped around the younger's throat, other hand held onto the younger's waist, claws digging into soft flesh. It was certain to leave some red marks.

Thrusts were quick and hard, then slow and tender, then quick and hard again to obtain the longevity of this session. Realistically, Jim knows he can't impregnate his mate, but he'll fuck him as if it was the intent. And if he's reading his beloved correctly...Drake  is absolutely enjoying this.

//After Drake is turned and Alastair and his possé are defeated

-  ✩    「   @captainsxcrew​   」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   In his wildest imaginings, Drake had never conceived that he’d be eagerly taken by his idol. Nor did he envision that the other would be in the form of such a monstrous, yet surprisingly-tempting beast. Or that he would ALSO belong to this inhuman life, freshly turned after surviving and helping win a battle that most would scoff off as the thing of fantastical stories. Or perhaps the ramblings of a madman. Not that the existence of ferocious creatures like werewolves and vampires is viewed with skepticism. One would be delusional to deny the threats that openly roamed the darkest depths of the surrounding woodlands... No, what is unbelievable isn’t that Drake came face-to-face with a creature of the night.

It’s that he SURVIVED it. 

But fantastical as this tale may be, ripe with discovery and trials unlike any even Drake had experienced before— a man whose life was already unconventional to begin with —every word of it is true. From the bond unexpectedly grown between the elder wolf and the youthful duck, to the ensuing threats of enemies ( fueled by natural instinct and personal vendetta ) , to the scene unfolding now. Victorious and virile in their relief, the two able to indulge now that danger no longer looms... And INDULGE they do, Drake gasping as he’s firmly entered by his mate.

Eyes squeeze shut, body tensing at the sensation it still attempts to become familiar with. Before Jim, Drake’s sexual endeavors were sparse and simple. They certainly NEVER involved him being on the receiving end. Yet, Drake’s muscles soon fall into their role as if its the only one they’ve ever known, relaxing around the large intrusion as pain blessedly gives way to near-blinding pleasure. TIGHT around the throbbing cock, they attempt to milk the shaft for all it’s worth, Drake’s chest laboring as it fights to suck in air amongst the shameless moans already pouring from his drooling mouth. Praise filling the air as the ‘baby-wolf’ feels his domineering mate set the deliciously torturous pace...

Throat bobs as Drake swallows through a gasp, the action difficult thanks to the claws constricting it, but not impossible. Sharp as blades, potential danger sends a shiver down Drake’s spine, the feeling of them pushing into his skin— a mere taste compared to the ones digging into the supple flesh of his hips, tips stained a glorious red —making Drake’s heart beat deafeningly. Not the pounding of a familiar fear, but of an EXCITEMENT that Drake never knew he could feel until caught in the grasp of the predator positioned above him. Before discovering what Jim was, and how Drake felt about him regardless, the inexperienced male was unaware of how... receptive he is to the allure of being a delectable meal to a ravenous beast. 

Tears beading in his eyes, they begin to drip down his flushed face. Hot streaks tinge his open mouth with salt during their trek, Drake unable to shut his beak lest he explode from the cacophony of praise filling him. Cries of ecstasy, wordless pleas as he’s roughly brought to the brink only to be gently guided away from it as the thrusts slow. Dizzy from the skillful switching between desperation and delicateness, hands desperately claw at the ground below and leave faint marks, as if Drake is trying to keep from unintentionally slipping off the edge of the metaphorical cliff Jim sees fit to tease him with. Not yet... Not until Jim says to.

Not until they’ve made certain Drake is ripe with his pups...

❝  Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy....  ❞  He finally manages to speak, ass desperately pushing into Jim’s hips as the pace starts to slow once more, Drake feeling the blinding-bliss of release abruptly yanked away from him again. As frustrating as it is— Drake whimpering pathetically as the knots in his stomach grow tighter —he’d be a liar is he claimed that he wasn’t relieved that he can continue to be bred by his mate. Voice cracking as he fights to form words, it trembles in tandem with his body,  ❝  Pl-Please— PLEASE, Daddy! I want your pups!  ❞  

Crying out, Drake indulges in a kink he never knew he had... and it’s incredible.  ❝  I want it so bad! F-Fill me... Breed me...  ❞  Were he in a clearer state of mind, he’d be dying of embarrassment from everything he’s saying. Everything he’s doing, tail firmly upright to present his reddened ass as much as it can for his mate to use as he sees fit. But enveloped in a reality that only consists of this moment, of this FEELING, he couldn’t care less.     「 ☆ 」 

#(( i wasnt sure where to tag this; so i just used That Blog - but obvs feel free to ignore )) #(( i couldnt Not answer this shit dfklngdfjkgd )) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ; ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴅᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴜ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ ¦ 「 Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Jim Starling/Negaduck 」 #officialdarkwingduck #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴜɴᴄʜʙᴏx ❞ ¦ 「 Drake and Jim 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 #(( *crawls out from the Depths of Hell to put this shit down and then disappears again* ))

[ducktales-wco-oo]

✩ { @amarantesstars​​​ } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } He had gone so long dreading intimacy with Drake... Months of succumbing to what he thought was best, what he assumed HAD to be done in order to keep Drake satisfied. Followed by a reconciliation that still refused to lessen the merciless tightening of his guts, to ease the pounding in his chest and chaotic scrambling of his mind. It had taken time, some reflection and hard truths admitted to himself— rose-colored glasses shattered and his own faults spread out even more prominently as well —but Fenton slowly eased back into a place where he could feel comfortable again.

Where he could allow himself to fully hope that things could be truly alright. Not the same as they were before the messiness. Things will never go back to that blissful ignorance. To the foolish belief there was actually something- someone who could NEVER purposely hurt him. But perhaps that’s for the best. It’s unfair to hold someone to such expectations, to deny their faults in favor of an ideal— even if Fenton still admires Drake just as fervently. Fenton knows he’s far from innocent in the matter. He had always been aware his shortcomings would cause problems. But experiencing what he’d been so fearful of, knowing how his faults magnify with Drake’s into an even more harmful problem... it helps spur him further to try and fix them. To fight against his deeply-ingrained instincts. For both their sakes.

Only time will tell if he’ll be successful as he needs to.

Squirming at the sensation of Drake pleasuring him in multiple ways, fingers sliding into his slick entrance with a squelching sound that makes feathers flush with embarrassment faintly felt, breath hitches and eyes squeeze shut as Drake intimately explores him. Fenton could hardly be considered a ‘still’ person when intimate with a lover, the small duck often wiggly despite his best efforts to make things easier for his partner— hips and back squirming like a horse rolling around in the grass, making the PINNING of his hip a near-necessity at some points —but when Drake brushes against that fervently sought-after spot— the shudder that overwhelms him is unmistakable. Back arching with a gasp, electricity seems to shoot through his very nerves, sending feathers fluffing and blood starting to boil with a desperate heat.

Heart pounding so harshly in his chest he can barely hear his own wanton moan, hands grip at bedsheets hard enough to turn knuckles pale, Fenton fighting tooth and nail to keep from spasming again for fear of accidentally jostling Drake too much. Chest heaves with frantic breaths, his body already screaming for more as the wave of blinding pleasure slowly subsides. Swallowing thickly, muscles clench in a misguided attempt for stimulation, Fenton weakly moaning,  ❝  Dr-Drake... Drake please...  ❞  

Tail papping pathetically in an instinctive effort to appease, the small duck pleads,  ❝  A-Again...  ❞  { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」 #amarantesstars #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

With a head tilt and a quirked brow, Drake wondered what could be making Fenton act so nervous, aside from the fact that when it came to sex, his boyfriend was more tentative than the high-sex driven mallard. The compliment to his mouth and hands earned a soft, pink blush and light, surprised laughter. It was good hear when his partner admits satisfaction from Drake's admittedly limited skills in love making.

"Oh!"

Face goes completely red from embarrassment once the other goes into detail what he actually wants from the snowy drake. He supposed it would make sense, given what they had tried so far. The only issue was his..."equipment" and Drake's inexperience with being the penetrator. His last boyfriend always insisted being the one to dominate, penetrate and so forth. But now Fenton actually wants him, the clearly submissive bottom Drake Mallard, to do so.

"S-Sure! I can do that."

Can he?

"I guess...I just, I never had a chance to do that before. Is...is there a specific way you want to be...penetrated? Like with a toy or...?"

Or him?

{ ☆ } Fenton has been wanting to ask this for a while now... but every time he considered working up the nerve, he convinced himself that now wasn’t the time. Usually insisting that it would ‘spoil the mood’. Something that Fenton already has trouble navigating thanks to his awkward demeanor. Asking for something, blatantly suggesting something is done to him— Yeah. It felt way too intimidating of a prospect. And yet... Drake is incredibly understanding.

He’s kind... and patient... and doesn’t purposely make Fenton feel inadequate or ashamed of his short-comings... even when they are painfully obvious.

Like now, for example.

❝  O-Oh... I uh, heh... Right. That is an— aHEM, an option....  ❞  Fenton awkwardly replies, the flushing of his face and ruffling of his feathers making it painfully clear he had completely forgotten about the existence of toys of ‘that’ nature. With a strained laugh, he attempts to tug at his tie, only for his hand to slip and the already-unraveled accessory to fall off. Gaze following the tie as it hits the blankets with far more surprise than there should be, there is a comical beat of silence before Fenton clears his throat— doing nothing to the lump that is his heart lodged in it —and sheepishly looks back at Drake.

❝  But I, um... I was hoping— or actually, more accurately I was intending for it to be your uh- well, your... Ahem. Y-You. I was suggesting that you be... inside me...  ❞  Words grow softer with each difficult one, Fenton running a hand through his headfeathers and messing up the thick plumage.  ❝  O-Of course, if you’re uncomfortable or not interested or ready or- then it’s perfectly fine! It’s honestly no problem!  ❞  Reassurance rushes out, Fenton waving his hands in front of himself before taking a deep breath. Trying to ease the pounding of his heart and steady the buzzing in his mind, he continues in a slower... not quite calm, but less frantic manner...

❝  It’s not merely the act of being penetrated I’m interested in... It’s being with- you, in that way.  ❞  Eyes flit away, shoulders hunching slightly,  ❝  It’s the... added connection. The intimacy of the experience I’d like to share with you. N-Not that everything we’ve done already hasn’t been intimate. We’ve just... never been that- uh... physically close before.  ❞  Closing his eyes and giving his head a shake, Fenton emits an exasperated huff of a breath,  ❝  I’m not explaining this as eloquently as I should be. What I mean is—  ❞  

Looking back at Drake, he offers a smile in an attempt to comfort, but there’s no denying the nervousness behind it,  ❝  I love you and only if you want to... I’d like to share this experience with you. Because I promise, it’s only about you being WITH me. Nothing else...  ❞  { ☆ }

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

#(babs...) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」 #infinitexdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

💦 / hee ho, u thought he was safe but -- cam is requesting this for felton

- ✩ { @warraisins​ } ✩

- Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse.

{ ☆ } Felton doesn’t know exactly where he is. Sometimes it’s FOWL headquarters, in the lab he’s been designated to since some of his experiments could be a bit- overly-dangerous. But when he got them to work, the pay-off was more than worth the price of repairing some equipment… or walls. But that’s not the point. Sometimes he feels like he’s there, but other times he swears he’s walking around the apartment FOWL set him up in. But when he blinks, he’s in someone else’s… a place he hadn’t expected to be invited to before. Let alone fucked in.

Despite the changing scenery or activities— Felton going from holding a clipboard to sharpening a blade to simply observing what he can of Cam’s apartment —Felton doesn’t question it. Nor is he taken off-guard when Cam starts talking to him. Felton doesn’t recall him approaching but it’s fine. Maybe he was always there… and perhaps he never was. He’s here now though, annoying as ever despite both their voices sounding muffled. Consisting more of feelings than actual words, a familiar IMPATIENCE rising within him as he looks at that stupid, smug face… He hates it. Hates himself for feeling it. Hates Cam for doing it to him. Hates—

Felton’s slammed against the wall, beak ensnared with Cam’s in a kiss that he both feels like he’s experiencing and yet witnessing. It’s messy and fevered, Felton moaning shamelessly into it in a way that somehow echoes through the space they’re standing in. Changing from his place to Cam’s to his in a disorienting pattern, the only CONSTANT being the feeling of Cam pressing against his body. Hands pinned above his head while Cam explores the rest of him, Felton gasps when that hand forcibly grabs his rear, a tongue soon taking further advantage of the parted beak.

Felton doesn’t recall shedding his clothes— and he doesn’t question why Cam is still wearing his own —entirely vulnerable exposed to the other man, feathers fluffed and dampened by the heat overwhelming him. He trembles against the wall, Cam mercilessly biting at his neck while slipping a finger into his already partially-prepped ass. Gasping at the sensation, Felton feels no need to fight back. To snark or playfully-resist or offer anything other than a shaky cry of Cam’s name…. He says it. Moans it actually. And it feels perfectly natural. Fingers pumping in and out of him, beaks meet once more, Cam’s free hand moving to Felton’s headfeathers and entangling in the thick locks. There’s a playful pull, Felton breaking from the kiss to yelp. All came offers his frustrated pout is a cheeky grin…

Felton grins back.

They’re on Cam’s bed— Felton doesn’t know when it happened. One moment he was getting pounded against the wall, legs wrapped around Cam’s waist as the taller duck held him up, Head angled back so Cam could have access to his throat, fingers digging into Cam’s back as he clung for dear life… But the bed is nice too. Conventional. Felton isn’t accustomed to getting fucked in places that aren’t either cramped, semi-public, or require standing or creative positioning… The bed is nice. Kind of creaky, crying out along with Felton as he screams Cam’s name, none of the usual restraint present. Fingers interlocked with the other male’s as Cam roughly thrusts into him, eyes are squeezed shut— yet Felton still sees it all.

Sees Cam positioned over him, hips rolling with a work-ethic that would allow FOWL to take over the world if it was applied there. He sees their hands holding one another, sees the marks Cam has already left on his neck… He sees his cheeks flushed with color even as he feels them, a look of unrepressed pleasure on his face. Ecstasy felt as he finally opens his eyes, no longer aware of anything but the face he sees smiling down at him. This one is different though— It’s not containing any of their usual playfulness or scorn, no hidden agenda or double-meaning. All promises of snark destroyed by the way he feels Cam’s hold on his hand give a small squeeze, as if to remind Felton that he’s here.

As if Felton doesn’t have enough of a reminder.

❝ C-Cam… ❞ Felton breathes, only allowed as much before Cam shushes him. Asshole. Felton is about to say as much but Cam opens his beak first. There’s something important he needs to say… Felton knows it. Even if he’s not certain HOW. But it’s as certain as how their surroundings have already faded away, absorbed by blackness creeping steadily towards the bed and the two lovers ducks atop of it. Cam starts to speak, head moving closer as if intending to capture Felton’s beak in a kiss when he’s done—

Gasping as he sits upright, face immediately contorts with discomfort as he tosses his blanket aside. Dick throbbing with annoyance, Felton growls and wastes no time in starting to jack himself off. Panting and feeling flushed, Felton murmurs all manners of profanities under his breath even as shuts his eyes and pretends that the hand touching him is not his own. Stupid dream, not letting him finish.

Cam hadn’t even finished what he was going to say.

Asshole. { ☆ }

#(*takes a smexy meme and uses it to shove subliminal messages and Feels right in Felton’s face* ghjfbkfbjh ) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Felton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ; ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ❞ ◌ ꜰ.ᴏ.ᴡ.ʟ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Felton 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ; ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ; ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴀꜱᴘɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɪʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Felton and Cam 」 #warraisins #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"Ahhh, mmmm, fuck."

That was all Dana had to say as he laid ontop of the sleeping bag in his tent, with Fenton working his magic with his mouth, pleasuring the actor's folds from below.

Dana suggested a camping trip, given Fenton's know how from his days as a Junior Woodchuck and Dana's need for a scenery change, he figured it is was time, especially with Fall around the corner.

In spite of the hard work, bugs, dirt and all of what nature had to offer, Dana knew this had to pay off. Especially if it meant spending time with his friend turned lover like this.

With the dark blue fabric bunched in both hands, the grip tightened even more. Eyes are closed, the Kingfisher bit his bottom lip holding back his moans out of fear of potiential campers passing them by.

"Omega Thee mou...Fenton...d-don't, Ah! ssstop!"

-  ✩  「    @amarantestarsxspacexsea ​   」  ✩

「 ☆ 」   Fenton normally isn’t one for displays of affection like THIS done out in public... but even he must admit that there’s something alluring about pleasuring his partner out in nature. A sense of seclusion— that logically, he knows could be broken at any moment by a fellow camper —and serenity that accompanies the deep woods. It feels private despite being out in the open, with nothing but the thin material of their tent to veil the sounds within, crudely giving away what’s happening within if one were to stop and pay close enough attention. But those fears are far from Fenton’s mind, all sense of shame overshadowed by the noises Dana is making. Validating him as Fenton indulges in something that used to give him pause.

It had been intimidating at first, giving oral to his boyfriend since he had never tried it on parts such as this. But with patience and practice, Fenton had come to understand what he’s meant to do. Frankly, it’s not nearly as difficult as he had dreaded it would be. Perhaps it’s his impeccable attention to detail or ability to break things down into steps and components, quickly isolating what invoked the best reactions and WHERE to focus in order to achieve this. Gauging Dana’s movements, from the hitch of his breath to the tone of his voice, Fenton locked these reactions away in his mind to aid in his work. 

Work that, based on the breathless praise he’s recieving, he’d like to think he is performing well.

Tongue already having slipped past Dana’s folds to explore within, warm muscle caresses the other’s walls; teasing and testing the waters before delving in deeper. Hot breath washing over, small vibrations are sent throughout as Fenton softly moans into the sensation. Sincere sounds of delight as Dana’s taste coats his tongue and moistens his lips, proof of his progress spurring the small duck onward. His length already dripping between his legs, Fenton pays it no heed at the moment, solely focused on pleasuring his partner. Hands resting on Dana’s thighs, hold is firm as Fenton further nestles himself between his boyfriend’s legs, mouth toying at the sensitive area with added fervor at Dana’s stifled moans.

He wants to hear him.... Fenton wants to hear him so badly.

Whimpering into the affection, tail adorably wags in search of further praise, plumage fluffed and soft to the touch in an instinctive display. Teasing Dana’s clit, tongue runs along it in a variety of motions, deciphering which his partner prefers before doubling-down. Eyes opening to study the other’s expression, hazel hues are big and contemplative, filled with an innocent-lust as he admires his boyfriend. Unfortunately— as Fenton tends to do —this moment of studiousness quickly turns into a moment of admiration, followed by a slowing of his tongue, lazy stimulation taking place of the focused movements of before. Caught up in thoughts of his boyfriend and how happy he looks, it takes a few moments before Fenton remembers WHY Dana looks that way right now.

Oh. Right... He’s in the middle of something.

Hastily apologizing for losing focus, Fenton quickly delves back in, opting to suck on the other’s clit to ease it back into the action before deftly slipping his tongue back inside to stimulate in another manner. If Fenton has learned anything about oral from the countless times he’s done it— mainly for his ex, but still... —it’s that variety and surprise are key for keeping a partner invested and properly satisfied.   「 ☆ 」 

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Dana 」 #amarantestarsxspacexsea #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ; ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ; ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Dana 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

✩ NSFW SHIZ ✩

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  /  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at once | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex anytime | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | fluctuating sex drive

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  /  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | wears other | goes ‘commando’ | trims | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | laser hair removal | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9″ in length | 10” or over in length

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | moderately vocal | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out/says/whispers partner’s name | curses (only like- Once and he was just ‘omg never again because good boi’) | pillow talk | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐒  /  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ (or other names deferring to their dominance) | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten/marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | giving vaginal | receiving vaginal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play  | being pegged | pegging their partner | Being hypnotised | Hypnotising their partner | cock warming - partner inside | cock warming - inside partner |

Tagged by: Stolen from @calvinssins​ because Reasons

Tagging: Whoever has Hornt muses

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʏ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜɪꜱᴇ? ❞ ¦ 「 OOC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴅᴏ? ❞ ¦ 「 Angelø 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #(submissive bitch kfngdfjkgnfdg) #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ❞ ◌ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ¦ 「 Angelø 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“It’s just a bad dream, right?”

CJ knows it’s not, but he says it anyway. Clutching Jayden close, crying into their soft little head, he chokes out more words. Talking helps. Talking keeps him at least a little grounded.

“It’s all just a bad dream. I’ll wake up soon, and I’ll be thirteen years old again. I’ll be Carroll. Not CJ. Not Business Jr. I’ll be Carroll again, and I can kiss you all gentle for the first time again, and when Ram takes a liking to you I’ll stop him from ever touching you even once, and… and I won’t have my dad’s cum in my ass. Or my mouth, or my hair, or anywhere, because he won’t… he won’t…. I won’t… It’s just a bad dream.”

CJ knows he probably shouldn’t be sobbing like this, shouldn’t be curled around Jayden like they’re his, shouldn’t be acting like the victim here. After all, CJ is the one who stopped going by Carroll and signed up for a football team. CJ is the one who turned a blind eye to all Ram’s abuse, because that was how his dad said romance worked, and he had no reason not to trust his dad. CJ is the one who still bends over his dad’s desk at an eyebrow raise and a snap of his fingers.

Not that he wants his dad to fuck him, just… it’s the closest thing to praise he’s ever gotten from him. ‘Good boy, CJ. Strip for Daddy. Fuck, look at you. The way you move, your plumage, the size and shape of your dick… You really are my son.’

At first it had been bad and weird, letting his dad look at him and touch him and have him like that, but at least it was affection. Then he got kind of addicted to it, despite the sickness it always gave him in his heart and head and stomach. And now he’s having one of his little fits about it, the ones that Kurt says are immature and hypocritical and need to stop. The ones where he cries until he can't breathe and wishes things were different and passes out on the floor, only to wake up the next day still exhausted and expected to just keep carrying on like nothing happened.

“I’m sorry, Jayden. Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry. Just… please say it’s a bad dream. Please say it’s gonna be alright.”

- ✩ 「 @cherrystemsins​ 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」  Jayden is trembling.

They know they shouldn’t be. Right now, at this moment in time, they are safer than they’ve been in— ... they can’t remember. Carroll CJ is holding them. Holding them tightly. But it doesn’t hurt; it doesn’t promise pain or pleasure of any kind. It’s just a hold. Because CJ needs to hold them right now. Needs to hold something, someone... and Jayden is best for that. Jayden’s always been good for holding of all kinds. And if they’re good for something, then people want them around. And if people want them around, they have a purpose. They have a reason... for better or worse, there’s always a reason. There NEEDS to be.

CJ is hurting. That’s his reason... and it’s one that means Jayden isn’t in danger. 

They still tremble though. 

They can scarcely recall a time when they didn’t.

It feels like they aren’t breathing, but they know that they are. They have experience not being able to breathe and it's different than this. That’s a burning, encompassing, darkening sensation. It hurts... a lot... stings their lungs and makes them wish for relief to come, one way or the other. This is like a fog. It’s stifling, heavy... Strangely loud; muffling CJ’s sobs. Headfeathers are matted and damp, each drop vividly noticeable as it sinks into their plumage and stains Jayden in ways they can’t put to words. They’re still in the moment though, they know that much. This isn’t like when they’re with Ram...

They can hear CJ. Can feel him. Can feel FOR him.

It’s strange to hear CJ say Carroll’s name, feeling like they’re hearing about someone long passed. It’s a person that Jayden should have put to rest years ago; at least, it certainly feels that way. Like they should have said goodbye as soon as CJ began to do the same. Should have moved past thinking about that first kiss, about the hand-holding and hugs, about the future they often joked about— before other jokes at Jayden’s expense started taking their place —and a life they could clearly see, even if it was difficult to believe in it. Now? Now it’s near-impossible to. Yet they still miss Carroll. Miss him every damn day.

They miss him when Ram is shoving his dick down their throat. Miss him when Peter wrenches their wrist to drag them along. Miss him when CJ is holding them close and treating them well, mere moments after pinning them down and treating them like the ‘slut’ they are— those he had watched do the same now having their turns as the spectators. It’s moments like that when Jayden misses Carroll the most. Imagines what it’d be like if he were around... He’d stop them. Jayden knows he would. He’d hear Jayden screaming, hear them crying out for him.... and he’d come, like he always claimed he would. He’d protect them.

He’d never let anything bad happen to—

.... Right. He’s holding them right now. That didn’t happen. Carroll came, but he didn’t help. He didn’t protect them. He didn’t care. Right. This is Carroll. And Carroll is holding him. And Carroll needs him. And Carroll has been through shit that Jayden will never understand. For reasons that might be sad if they weren’t overshadowed by all the other horribleness around them. And Carroll is crying and talking and they should probably be listening better to all of it. They owe Carroll that much for being such a bitch to him sometimes. Because as much as they’ve been through as well, they’re hardly innocent. Someone free from blame doesn’t know what it’s like to force themselves onto their best friend. They don’t know what it’s like to hate someone– or really WANT to hate —they probably love. They don’t know what it’s like to have Carroll’s cum covering their face and wish that it were Ram’s instead, if only because Ram has always been an asshole and Carroll used to hold them while they cried.

CJ sounds like he’s sorry.... Jayden is sorry too.... But they’ll do better.

They’ll be better for Carroll CJ. 

❝  ... It’s not a dream.  ❞  Jayden murmurs, cheek resting on CJ’s chest as the other male holds them tight. Arms around CJ— when had Jayden stopped trembling? Now they’re just still.... kinda tired —they quietly continue without missing a beat,  ❝  But it will be alright.  ❞  They don’t know how. Don’t fully believe it. But that’s what CJ wants to hear and Jayden isn’t about to not give him what he wants. Never again. Words sound hollow to their own ears— almost as hollow as CJ’s had when talking about how things would be different when he woke up —but they hope that CJ takes them at face value,  ❝  You’ll be alright... I don’t know when, but you will be......  ❞    

❝  And I’ll be here to make it a bit easier until then.  ❞  「 ☆ 」 

#rape tw #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇ; ʙᴀʙʏ— ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Jayden 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ɢᴜᴍ ❞ ¦ 「 Carroll 」 #cherrystemsins #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ? ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden and Carroll 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

If NegaDuck were the that type of guy, he would call Drake’s demeanor as cute, dorky or even adorable. While the younger man was all of those things, the older duck would never say it aloud, instead calling him a “needy whore”, “pretty cocksleeve”, or a “delicious lamb”, all ready and heedy for the wolves to come and feast upon him. Fortunately for NegaDuck, the only wolf that will dine on the Superstar at the moment, is him and him only.

While Drake talked, the wheels in the villain’s mind turned, looked to the window of the balcony in the corner of his eye, then rested the red gaze back at Drake’s ass. NegaDuck began to get closer and closer to his prey. Without a beat, the older male tackled the Superstar to the ground while the younger was in mid sentence. Ripping off the fur-trimmed coat, a gray hand reached out grasping the back of the younger’s neck, pulling him up to the window, exposing him to the rest of St. Canard.

“I’m gonna show you to the rest of the city what a fucking stupid slut you are and I’m not gonna hear any complaints! If you do, I’m fucking you raw.”

Taking out a tube of lube that looked halfway used; the gold suited duck used his entire body weight to keep Drake underneath, regardless of the other’s struggle, if there was any. He enjoyed it when his victims did to a point. With a squelching sound of the tube; the white, watery substance poured into his hand, taking it he covered his dick, making low, guttural noises. 

Without any warning, NegaDuck forced his prick into Drake’s entrance, keeping his hold, pinning Drake to the cold, glass window.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Drake is accustomed to Negaduck’s rough treatment; it’s one of his favorite parts of the older male’s voracious appetite. A hunger that Drake prides himself on being so good at satiating. Because even with all the demeaning names, the harsh treatment and exhausting sex... there IS a sense of pride in it. More than Drake has felt with a lot of things, if he’s being honest. Because here’s this ravenous beast, this prowling rabid wolf... and he’s got his sights firmly set on a certain violet-eyed rabbit.

One who can get mauled and mangled within an inch of his life and not only handle it, but enjoy it. Who else can claim that? And even if there is another... Drake wouldn’t hesitate to declare himself the BEST. Draped in Negaduck’s ‘gift’— even if the coat is stripped off within seconds —Drake is feeling pretty damn important.

Only seems right that the city gets to know it too.

Drake slips into the role like second nature, this one feeling more natural than anything he’s played before. Hell, maybe it can’t even be considered one anymore... Negaduck might have approached ‘Superstar’ for his services, but Drake Mallard is feeling more than happy to indulge in the other’s twisted fantasies. Grunting at the impact, small growls slip through his throat as Drake begins to struggle. Nothing too intense, although he doesn’t doubt Negaduck’s strength. Just enough to jostle the other male, so it’s a bit of a challenge for Negs to get himself ready. He’s learned that Negs enjoys a struggle... and Drake often gets a more RIGOROUS fuck when he’s a little difficult before surrendering into the needy mess they are both looking for.

❝  Is that a promise?~  ❞  Drake cheekily growls at the threat, roughly pushing his ass against Negaduck’s hips to emphasize the statement. However, there’s no denying the shudder that wracks his body at the sound of Negaduck preparing himself. Those low sounds draw forth choked whimpers from the porn star against his will, cheeks dusting with betraying warmth that he feels pooling to his gut, making his body flush with a heat that makes the cold glass feel BITING against it. Muttering a soft  ❝  Fuck  ❞  under his breath at the sensation, breathing grows quicker as heart starts to pound with impatience.

Internal mantra of hurry up, hurry up, hurry the FUCK UP— is broken by a gasp when Negaduck enters him, eyes widening with shock and body tensing for a moment at the harsh thrust. Pain assaulting his ass at the forced introduction, tears prick at his eyes even as a shaky moan tears itself from Drake’s throat, pleasure rushing over him in tandem as fingers curl against the smooth glass, futilely trying to fid something to grab onto and steady himself.

Swallowing thickly at the sudden feeling of being filled, muscles clench around Negaduck’s prick in an instinctive want, his own member already attempting to slide from snowy feathers. Chest heaving in a gasp for breath, Drake arches his back to further press against Negaduck’s hips, trying to force the duck in even DEEPER despite the burning sensation. If anything- he welcomes it.  ❝  FUCK... W-Warn a guy, next time...  ❞  Drake breathes, still trying to showcase some semblance of composure... even if the trembling of his legs undermine it. { ☆ }   

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ; ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ; ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ◌ ᴘᴏʀɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱᴀᴡ-ᴡɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴀᴛᴀɴ ❞ ¦ 「 OG!Negaduck 」 #infinitexdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙɪᴛᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ; ꜱɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake and Negaduck 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

[MarkFalcon] 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk

- ✩ { @aflockoffeathers } ✩

{ ☆ } It’s been a long and arduous road to get here. Full of teasing, misunderstandings, embarrassments, an argument or two stemmed from good intentions albeit clumsy execution... and frankly, Mark hadn’t expected to ever ACTUALLY get to this point. Yeah, he might have joked about it once or twice... or thrice.... but in terms of getting frisky in the office, it was pretty clear that Falcon was mostly determined to stick firmly to his ‘no clapping cheeks at work’ rule. Something Mark could admire, in a general sense, but also couldn’t help but see as yet another challenge unwittingly dangled in front of him by the stern male.

Not that Mark has been successful with ALL of these challenges... Although he’s made far more headway than most would expect. Looks like this is yet another to add to the list, even if Mark still is trying to figure out how the heck they managed to get to THIS point. 

Breathing heavily, mind races quicker than his heart; blood pumping with a rush throughout his entire body, making his dick throb impatiently and his fluffed plumage feel hot to the touch. Sweat already lightly dampening his form— the parrot’s clothes having been unnecessarily discarded, tossed aside whilst Falcon remained with a rumpled suit, nix the pants: tie undone and shirt unbuttoned, but still far more clothed than his current conquest —Mark angles his neck to better expose it to the bird of prey, gasping at the sensation of a hooked beak sifting through silver feathers and biting down on the sweet flesh beneath. 

Grasping at Falcon’s back, knuckles pale from the force of his grip, hips squirm with clear desperation as he feels the other’s member rubbing against his entrance, making no move to actually slip within. Trembling with exasperation at the large length simply teasing, tip tauntingly brushing against his pucker before shaft slides against him as if in a roundabout way to jack-off, part of Mark wonders if he’ll be forced to live in this limbo forever. Balancing the line between being marked and touched and clearly WANTED by Falcon.... yet constantly yearning for the feeling of the other man actually TAKING him.

As fun as this is, Mark has never been a patient person.

❝  F-Falc....  ❞  Mark whines, hips arching in needy grind against his boyfriend, hoping that stirring some friction of his own will spur the other onward.  ❝  C’mooooon... Would ya just- hghngngnnn.... do it already?  ❞  Breath hitching as a rush of pleasure shoots through him, like a tease of what could come, eyes squeeze shut and feathers ruffle with a wave of a shiver,  ❝  D-Do ME already...  ❞  Blinking his eyes open, pleading gaze is aimed at the larger male, hoping that he can use some of that ‘I’m just a little guy, look at how cute I am’ energy to break down the other’s resolve. At any rate, it’s worth a shot.

❝  We both know you wanna.  ❞  He claims, allowing a trill to hint his words and giving his silvery plumage an instinctive fluff.  ❝  So just- y’know... Turn me over already. Bend me over this desk and let’s recreate literally every office dirty-flick...  ❞  It’s a cliche, but hey- things are a cliche for a reason. And this reason is that- getting fucked over his desk is HOT. { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ɢᴏ; ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Mark IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ; ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Mark 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Falcon 」 #aflockoffeathers #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀꜱʜᴛᴀɢ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ; ʜᴀꜱʜᴛᴀɢ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Mark and Falcon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #(*wheezes in having Mark suffer when he's finally gonna get the Office Cliche lol*)

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? I know you can be louder than that.” ( Marcus/Fenton )

- ✩ { @gamblealife } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton normally wouldn’t be stifling himself around Mark... The parrot has already proven time and time again that he ENJOYS the sounds that can pour from the small duck, Fenton surprisingly loud and needy when the situation calls for it. Which this one DEFINITELY does. Bent over Mark’s desk, arms pinned behind him so he can’t even attempt to grip something up steady himself, stomach aches slightly from the force of being shoved against the edge over and over. Yet that barely even registers in Fenton’s mind, far too overwhelmed by the relentless thrusting of his partner.

Movements that don’t falter even as Mark breathily questions in his ear, heat washing over Fenton at the body possessively curled over his diminutive one, breath ghosting his neck and sharp beak nipping hard enough at flesh beneath to make Fenton gasp.

Thank God Mark put the phone on mute...

Having been interrupted in the middle of Fenton’s ‘visit’, his ‘boyfriend’ didn’t seem deterred in the slightest by the ringing of his intercom. In fact, he seemed excited. Fenton could feel even more sweat bead upon his brow at the familiar click, a wave of both apprehension and- elation shooting through as Mark drawled out an impressively-casual greeting into the speaker phone. Biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to near-bleed, whimpers had replaced the wanton moans of before, eyes squeezed shut and face flushed redder than his rear— Mark’s hips slamming against him with a VENGEANCE.

Honestly, with how lightheaded Fenton was feeling— nerves and pleasure mingling together into an overwhelming sensation —he wouldn’t have been surprised if he passed out. Certainly would be easier than choking back his cries when Mark bit down on his neck, tongue sifting through feathers and suckling at sensitive flesh while a receptionist droned on about upcoming meetings. Frankly, Fenton thinks he had been paying more attention than Mark was... and he was barely aware that someone was speaking at all.

But now, trembling and leaking into Mark’s palm as the parrot begins teasing his throbbing shaft— shuffling Fenton’s arms so that they are pinned back by a single hand and the force of his body —Fenton gasps as he chokes back a desperate cry. Glancing back at Mark, heart hammering in his chest with enough force to lodge in his throat, he swallows thickly and shakily speaks through labored breaths,  ❝  P-Papí Chulo... Please... Th-They’re going to hea-aaa-ahhhhHGNGNNN...  ❞  

Locking his jaw, eyes shut once more and face buries against the desk, droplets of cum starting to slick Mark’s palm. Rolling his hips in time with Mark’s movements, frantically grinding against his touch even as tail lifts in an instinctive plea for MORE, Fenton whimpers,  ❝  You’re going to- to have to unmute e-eventual-LY...  ❞  { ☆ }

#(*puts this in the Fake Bf AU because YEs X3*) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ; ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ; ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ❞ ◌ ʙᴇʙÉ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴢÚᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴜᴘ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ! ❞ ¦ 「 Mark 」 #gamblealife #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"Are you feeling okay baby?" Drake adjusted a bit so he could feel all of Fenton wrapped around his cock. He slid a hand down Fenton's spine, concerned gaze searching for any indication of discomfort. He was warming HIS cock afterall.

- ✩ { @infinitexxxdarkwings​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton is feeling more than okay... In fact, this is by far the MOST okay he’s felt all day. Despite Drake’s cock being the one getting warmed, Fenton’s entire body feels awash with heat. Spreading from his face— cheeks overrun by a rose-colored hue that bleeds to his beak —to his chest down throughout every single feather and engulfing the throbbing member he can feel buried comfortably inside of him. He’s so warm, in more ways than one. Enveloped in a blanket of safety and contentment. Shuddering with delight at being called ‘baby’, smile grows bigger, lids falling further in a heavily-relaxed gaze as he looks up at Drake, cheek resting snugly against his chest.

Tail wags with soft motions, thick plumage fluffing further in an attempt to become plusher for Drake to feel, even more soft and pleasant to hold.  ❝  I’m feeling perfect~  ❞  Fenton responds, soft voice morphing into a quiet hum as eyes close, a slow sigh escaping at the feeling of a hand gently running down his spine, electricity seeming to follow Drake’s fingers.  ❝  Hmmmmm... Completely and irrefutably perfect.  ❞  

Eyes flutter open into a half-lidded gaze, hazy with tenderness as he adoringly meets a concerned one, Drake’s intent look making his heart patter giddily in his chest. Drake cares about him so much... He’s so considerate... So calming... ❝  I love you.  ❞  Words are spoken without thought, flowing like second-nature with a gentle certainty that never wavers, no matter how many times Fenton says it.  ❝  I love you so, so much...  ❞  Tail’s wagging grows faster, a hand toying with Drake’s chest feathers as the small duck nuzzles his cheek against him,  ❝  This feels... amazing.  ❞  

Eyes close, cheeks flushing further with warmth as hips give a subconscious squirm of delight, slight but enough to lightly toy with the precious cock nestled inside him,  ❝  You make me feel amazing~  ❞  { ☆ }

#('Tis what the smol deserves :3c ) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」 #infinitexxxdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

It's difficult to not want to get swept up in the bliss that Fenton emits from his being. It doesn't hurt that Drake's ego is being stroked by the wanton praise either. Never the less, Drake's surprised with himself that he's selling the "daddy dom" role so well, having almost always been a bottom sub in the relationships he's been in before. 

 Perhaps it was just Fenton himself, looking so...vulnerable, sweet and appetizing. Like a little rabbit in the strange, dark forest of Hollywood. And Drake, being of the many prowling wolves of hollywood, whisking the rabbit away to "torture" it until the little one unravelled in his grasp. Yet for a rabbit...Fenton was one of the bravest, if he wanted to be as in close proxmitity with the star as he was now. 

Thrusting up and down, watching the little duck bounce along on his cock and hearing his euphoric cries stirred something instinctive in the moviestar. The more vocal Fenton became, the more Drake's grin spread predatorily, light nips become harder, until he found the arch or Fenton's neck. He growls lowly before biting down hard. 

 "It's not over yet my little one.~"

- ✩ { @canondiivergence​ } ✩

{ ☆ } For someone who was so nervous at the start, Fenton certainly seems to be enjoying himself NOW. Practically melting in the other’s grasp, the small duck follows Drake’s rhythm with a precision that testifies earlier claims of being ‘experienced’, meeting each thrust as if it’s something they’ve done countless times rather than having gone into blindly. Maybe it’s due to how observant Fenton is, often subconsciously taking note of minuscule details most would see fit to overlook. Be it slight changes in an experiment to the hitch of a partner’s breath... 

Or perhaps, it’s less logical and more about how completely he tends to surrender himself to someone. How open he can be, when it won’t seem to cause harm, towards others. Especially a partner... even one of this manner. How each gasp and moan, every fluff of his feathers or clutch at Drake’s back, every bit of ecstasy and praise and desire... is sincere.

Every shred of VULNERABILITY is just for Drake.

As the moments pass, Fenton further unravels thanks to the movie star, his own cock throbbing as it leaks against himself, tawny feathers glistening with pre. Nips growing harder, Fenton shivers with each sting against his flesh, pinpricks of pain mingling with pleasure in a way that shoots to the very tips of his soft plumage. Whimpering at the trail of affection attention, the low growl shudders through his entire being, a soft moan only interrupted by a sudden hike of his breath, a brief tensing of his body at the feeling of teeth against his neck—

Before the ‘rabbit’ emits a cry of pleasure at the harsh bite against the sensitive area, hands shooting downward in an unintentional spasm, grasping at Drake’s back in a way that threatens to leave SCRATCHES even through the shirt fabric; not as vivid as they could have been, but a notable stinging arising from the motion. Panting heavily, Fenton swallows thickly— adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to force down what feels like a heart-shaped lump —before breathlessly apologizing,  ❝  S-Sorry... I- I didn’t mean to...  ❞  { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ; ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ; ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ❞ ◌ ʙᴇʙÉ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴢÚᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」 #canondiivergence #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Jim was scribbling down notes, while typing on his laptop “job searching”. Every now and then, Launchpad or Gosalyn would come in talking to him. Launchpad there would be extensive conversations about Darkwing Duck. They even joked around, a bit of “old Jim” revealing itself.

Gosalyn would come in with her array of questions and remarks that made Jim genuinely laugh out loud, finding her to be the most tolerable of the three. Even if she out of all of them was the most suspicous of the old man’s motives.

Unknownst to either one, Drake was hidden under the table, with the elder duck’s cock in his mouth, warming it while Jim was websearching.

Teasing the younger, the elder tilted his hips into the other’s mouth, forcing down more of his cock down his throat.

Once Launchpad and Gosalyn left the room, Jim inquired with a teasing glint in his eye.

“Are you enjoying yourself Drakey?~”

- ✩ { @infinitexxxdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Keeping quiet is far harder than Drake thought it would be... With the feeling of Jim’s dick in his mouth, resting perfectly against his tongue, pre dripping onto his tastebuds and heat blossoming across it from the throbbing, Drake’s entire body is alight with pleasure. The warmth in his mouth spreading to his legs, pooling in between them as he struggles to keep from palming at his own aching member, barely keeping concealed behind snowy plumage. Throat bobs as he swallows around Jim’s cock, tongue sliding across its length and a whimper clogging in his throat as he desperately wants to indulge in the sensation.

Wants to moan loudly around it, wants to bob and suck and wordlessly plead for more while Jim grins down at him, cobalt hues focused on him and him alone... But when stuck under the desk, and with the company of others, all he can do is silently squirm; yearning with eyes closed and breathing heavy as he pictures the other male’s gaze, imagines him touching him... talking to him... taking him in every way possible... Shivering with pleasure, the threat of being discovered and the desire for more simply spurring on his sensations, he can’t decide whether this is a dream or utter torture.

Perhaps, like many things in their ‘relationship’, it’s a bit of both.

A strained whimper slips free when Jim angles his hips, Drake beyond grateful that the click of a door being closed had happened prior, a sigh of relief trapped in his chest as he chokes on the elder duck’s cock. A hand shakily reaches between his legs, Drake desperate to take advantage of the moment of respite, kneading and palming at the shimmering head already peeking free, the rest of Drake’s length quick to slip into his palm. Hard and glistening in seconds, hand begins to jack himself off at a frantic pace, smearing pre across his hand as he trembles violently with pleasure, tongue lapping eagerly around the dick in his mouth.

Groaning lightly, movements suddenly grind to an abrupt halt at the sound of Jim’s voice aimed at him, eyes snapping open and face flushed scarlet. Hand still gripping at a messy member, so achingly close to release, Drake looks like someone with their hand stuck in the cookie jar, beads of sweat on his brow and chest heaving as he tries to keep from pushing himself over the edge. Again, being denied release— by his own hand, nonetheless —is a mixed feeling... An intoxicating and torturous sensation.

Fingers flexing around his shaft, Drake whines around Jim’s dick, head giving a tentative bob, shoving him even deeper into his warm throat, questioning gaze not leaving the other male’s. Despite not speaking a word, his frazzled intentions are clear. As wonderfully fun as this is... he wants more. Oh God, please let him have more. { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Drake 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Jim Starling/Negaduck 」 #infinitexxxdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴜɴᴄʜʙᴏx ❞ ¦ 「 Drake and Jim 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. (Donald @ Fenton) (you knew this was coming)

- ✩ { @decasins } ✩

{ ☆ } ❝  Weeeeeeell, heh... He’s in his uniform— which, I know he always is. But this time I- notice it? If that makes any semblance of sense?  ❞  Fenton nervously begins, a flustered laugh embellishing the words as he rubs the back of his neck,  ❝  Because if I’m being honest, I do have a... preference for when men are in uniforms. And Donald is astoundingly handsome in his. Of course, like I mentioned, he’s always wearing it and always handsome but that doesn’t mean I’m always objectifying him. This time I simply, fully acknowledge that he’s wearing a uniform...  ❞  He’s turned on. He’s basically saying at the moment, he’s actually turned on.

Shoulders hunching as gaze lowers, Fenton feels his cheeks flush with a heat pooling from the pit of his stomach and spreading to the tips of his feathers,  ❝  He’s so striking, standing there in front of me... We’re at his houseboat and he’s- looking at me... but it’s different than usual. It no less warm than it ever is and it’s not disrespectful in ANY stretch of the imagination.  ❞  Donald would never be.  ❝  Simply- wanting... Eager for a bit... more, I suppose.  ❞  Frankly, Fenton hasn’t given much thought to fantasies of this nature with Donald. Now that he’s been confronted with the prospect, he finds himself talking without too much of a plan. 

Simply feeling it out as he goes... 

❝  He kisses me... and it’s soft and gentle and he’s murmuring how much he loves me while doing it. We’re smiling into them. I giggle a little... I’m not entirely certain why. I’m just- happy... but he doesn’t mind it. He doesn’t think I’m amused at or insulting him. Donald knows I would never...  ❞  Swallowing thickly, expression softens at the thought of Donald smiling at him in the dim lighting. Holding him closer, tighter... letting Fenton press against his body so he can feel his warmth, his heartbeat...  ❝  Frankly, I don’t notice we’re at the bed until my back is hitting it. I was busy with other things... Heh. But I digress— Donald is pressed against me, kissing my neck and carefully removing my clothes. He’s not in any hurry though.  ❞ 

Donald seems like the type who would start things out slowly... He’s patient like that.

❝  I won’t linger too much on the subject, heheh... I’d hate to ramble, especially about something as sensitive as intimacy.  ❞  Even though he was literally ASKED about it.  ❝  But as much as I enjoy seeing him in a uniform, he takes it off too. Because honestly, I prefer the sensation of his feathers intermingling with mine. I like having him close to me... I want to- feel him as much as I can while we’re- aHEM... A-Anyway... My arms are wrapped around him through the duration of it, so I can hold him CLOSE. He doesn’t mind how loud I may get... or what I say... or even how quickly I might- ... And he... He says he loves me.  ❞  

❝  It’s... nice.  ❞  Fenton doesn’t even notice the lack of his usual ‘opening’ to sex. Realistically, he would have to start with some oral. As well as preemptively reassure Donald that anything he wants is alright. Ensure that Donald knows Fenton only wants to make him happy... But this is a fantasy scenario. So he’s not overly-focused on specifics. Simply the experience in itself.  ❝  The entire time, Donald is... He’s such a good person... and he’s always so kind to me... I would assume he’s like that when making love.  ❞  He’d hope. { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #decasins #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Donald 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」

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🍆 - augustus 

{ ☆ } Oh, this is gonna be FUN to answer... and immensely easy too. So much so, that Augustus barely has to think before he’s smoothly spewing out a scenario, eyes narrowing and a chuckle curling his lips.  ❝  Okay, so- I start out th’ day PISSED. Maybe it’s somethin’ real, maybe it ain’t. That’s not what’s important. What’s important is that I don’t let my baby boy know what’s botherin’ me. Now he’s startin’ t’ WORRY.  ❞  And when Fenton worries, he gets paranoid, starts looking within, blaming himself for shit he may not have even done.

Or even just for things he CAN’T do, like cheer up a downtrodden boyfriend.

❝  That’s when he really starts gettin’ in my business, tryin’ t’ subtly make things better. But it don’t work, ‘cause I ain’t in th’ mood for that shit. THAT’S when I start gettin’ testy. Snap at ‘im a bit, make my baby think he’s jus’ makin’ things harder on me... an’ himself. See, he doesn’t like when I’m frustrated. Things sometimes happen, when I’m not careful wit’ myself.  ❞  Through no fault of the doberman’s, of course. He’s trained Fenton well enough for him to know that much. Chuckling lowly, he shakes his head,  ❝  But you’re not lookin’ for a play-by-play on HOW things start happenin’... You jus’ wanna know all the good and gritty details, don’t ya?  ❞  

❝  Heh, fuckin’ pervert...  ❞  

Voice a low growl, the canine licks his chops,  ❝  He likes t’ start things off with some light touchin’. It’s his go-to move. Let’s me know that he’s ready t’ actually make himself WORTH a damn. He runs his little hands over my body, gets niiiiiice an’ close... starts palmin’ at my dick like the li’l SLUT he is deep down inside. Because he is, y’know. Jus’ needs a li’l persuadin’ every now an’ then.  ❞  Cute little thing, really. So mistakingly innocent until someone gets the juices flowing; something that Augustus has become quite adept at.  ❝  He starts askin’ if he can help me feel better. He always asks... Heh, like I’m gonna say NO.  ❞  

Of course, it’d crush Fenton if he did. Maybe he’ll try that sometime, just to see how it pans out...  ❝  So, I let ‘em. An’ lemme tell ya, he always does his BEST work when he’s been sweatin’ it for a while. Get my darlin’ nice and scared, an’ he’s pullin’ out ALL th’ stops...  ❞  He can already feel himself growing excited just at the thought, shoulders rolling back as he chuckles,  ❝  We start out wit’ a blowjob. Put that mouth t’ some good use. He’s got this thing he does with his tongue- FUCK. An’ the way he looks up with those big ol’ eyes, desperate to see if I’m enjoyin’ myself? Heh, ain’t nothin’ more gratifyin’ than CHOKIN’ him on my cock an’ STILL havin’ him lookin’ at me like that. He can take it pretty well too, for such a li’l thing. Probably because he’s so used t’ blabberin’ on wit’out takin’ a breath.  ❞  

Feeling himself growing hard at the thought, he’s grateful that Fenton is due to come around soon. Unfortunately, the duck will be in a good mood, but that’s still alright. Agreeable sex is still decent; Fenton always has an underlying tone of desperation in him anyway.  ❝  Anyway, I start out by fuckin’ his cute face... an’ then I shove him down an’ start gettin’ ready for the REALLY fun part. I give him a few kisses of course. I’m a gentleman... I’m not jus’ goin’ straight for th’ hole.  ❞  Granted, his kisses are bruising and invasive, biting at Fenton’s lip hard enough to draw blood eagerly lapped up. But his boyfriend moans all the same.  ❝  Place a few marks on his neck where I know people will see ‘em. An’ you should see th’ way he tenses up when I place my jaws on his THROAT... ain’t nothin’ like it.  ❞  

It’s like Fenton thinks he’s going to rip it out.

❝  And FUCK is he tight... I’m a pretty big guy an’ he’s small as Hell an’ it’d take a whole bottle jus’ to make my dick go in easy. Unfortunately for him, I don’t have that kinda cash. He loves it though. An’ if he doesn’t, well- th’ way he screams sure could fool me.  ❞  Starting to salivate, breathing grows heavier, green hues glinting dangerously,  ❝  Once I’m in, I’m fuckin’ his brains out. Hard an’ fast an’ I don’t plan on stoppin’ any time soon. An’ he’s screamin’ for me, grabbin’ for me like the filthy li’l WHORE he really is. Th’ kinda needy slut that I bring out in ‘im. I got a hand on his throat an’ I’m pressin’ down- HARD. I can see him squirmin’, gaspin’ an’ trying t’ stay awake. But it’s a losin’ battle... Maybe he’ll pull through. My baby sometimes does. But if he doesn’t? Well, heheh- his ass ain’t goin’ anywhere.  ❞  

Why should be stop his fun just because Fenton can’t handle it? Plus, the duck had been very clear... He just wanted to make Augustus happy. No matter WHAT that meant. 

❝  Besiiiiiiides, my li’l Sunspot always makes it up t’ me when he wakes up~  ❞  { ☆ } 

#(Wow I hate him) #(this isn't even everything he could have said- this is just an example of a gist of something he decided to give) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Augustus IC 」 #A Smile Or A Snarl; It’s All The Same ◌ Teen/College || {Augustus} #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ? ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Augustus and Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ! ❞ ¦ 「 Anonymous 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」

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Okay Angel let’s go 🍆

{ ☆ } This is surprisingly difficult… because every scenario he can think of has been done at one point or another, more or less. What can he say? They have an active sex life. Hell, that’s what initially got them in each other’s company… and allowed Angel the chance to weasel his way further into Blake’s heart, now that he thinks about it. But that’s not the topic at hand; what they want Blake to DO to them is. Popping their lips, gaze raises and a small contemplative hum slips out for far longer than necessary before—

❝ I dunno. ❞

Shrugging with a quizzical frown, Angel continues, ❝ I mean— I like it when we’re places we shouldn’t be. Y’know, when we could get in big trouble just for being there, especially if we’re having ‘fun’. It’s exciting and Blake always teases me because I have to keep quiet… ❞ However, tone doesn’t suggest that he’s laying out a specific scenario. More like he’s musing things over for his own benefit. ❝ But I also like when we’re home because then I can get as loud as I wanna. And I LIKE being loud. I like it when Blake is loud too… he makes the best noises. ❞ Cheeks flushing at the mere thought, a hand twirls a strand of his bangs, the small duck squirming slightly in place, ❝ He always says the best things to… Makes me feel cute and naughty all at the same time~ ❞

Which is just the way he likes it, and Blake seems to as well.

❝ Blakey is better at coming up with new stuff for us to do, honestly. They have all sorts of fun ideas… Sometimes I think we could spend a whole day just going through the different— ❞ Sunshine hues lighting up, Angel excitedly interrupts himself, ❝ Yeah! That’s something! I think I’d like to spend all day just letting Blakey take me in different ways. Obviously we could have breaks whenever one of us wants and then he could just hold me and cuddle before he’s hard again… ❞ How realistic an entire day of Fun Times is, Angel doesn’t know. But if anyone knows about that stuff, it’s probably Blake. Despite Angel’s expertise when it comes to having his brains fucked out, it’s actually pretty limited in terms of things that don’t have to do with simply the act of being someone’s pretty little sex toy.

He never really needed to know much else.

❝ I could wake him up by sucking his dick. He really enjoys that… He gets all relaxed and moany and starts playing with my hair. Not pulling it, just- playing with it. And he thrusts his hips but it’s in a lazy kinda way and I force myself further down to meet it and he gets so happy when I do this special thing with my tongue. ❞ Angel shamelessly continues, voice innocently soft despite the crude subject, ❝ He always says he loves me a lot too in the mornings. Not that he doesn’t other times of the day, just… it’s kinda different. Different than if we’re just cuddling or when he says it during rough sex and it’s all growly and a little drowned out by everything else. ❞

Looking up and off to the side, arms cross as Angel tries to explain, ❝ It’s… soft. Nice. I- y’know… I like it. ❞ Running a hand through their bangs, gaze lowers as they contemplate, ❝ I like the other sex too. A LOT. The usual stuff is probably my favorite kind… but it feels- … good to hear Blake say he loves me during sex but it sounds like it’s during not-sex? He’s… I dunno… I just like hearing it while feeling- THAT way. It’s… not how sex used to be at all. Being with Blake is different than anything has ever been. ❞ Popping their lips as they wonder why it’s suddenly so difficult to talk about this, gaze raises as they admit with a small smile, ❝ I’d like at least one of the times to be like that… ❞

❝ With Blake kissing me and touching me, but there’s nothing I have to do for it. He’s just doing it because he IS. And it’s soft and slow and we both are having fun even if it’s not the usual type of games. Because he’s telling me that he loves me and I’m his good boy and he’s… He’s looking at me. ❞ Cheeks flushed with warmth, sunshine hues sparkle at the thought, ❝ With BOTH his eyes. Because he wants to see me. All of me… and he likes what he sees. ❞ Both inside and out.

❝ I like seeing all of him too. ❞ { ☆ }

#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」 #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ; ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴜᴘ ❞ ¦ 「 Angelø IC 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋ; ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Angelø and Blake 」 #calvinssins