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ducktales-wco-oo · 3 years

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"I've noticed how much you apologized to my colleagues today." The movie star pointed out as he dined with his sugar baby. With his favorite spirit in hand, he set it gently on the table. Voice was steady, tone gentle and his gaze inquiring. "Did they do something to make you feel that way? Did... I do something?" A pale hand reached out for the other to hold, fingertips lightly brushed against Fenton's.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton blinks with surprise at Drake’s statement, gaze raising from his plate to the man across from him. Silent pondering interrupted— ironically also about his interaction with those prominent in the movie star’s life —feathers ruffle slightly with uncertainty, a sinking feeling filling his gut for a split-second as he instinctively wonders whether he is in trouble. However, Drake’s tone doesn’t appear upset and neither does the look he’s giving him. If anything, he seems concerned. Which is the LAST thing Fenton expected when the subject of Drake’s colleagues and HE was brought up.

❝ O-Oh? I’m sor— ... I uh, I mean... Ahem... ❞ Fenton awkwardly responds at the inquiry, an apology already ready at the tip of his tongue, choked back through bumbling and a wince. Gaze flits away and shoulders hunch slightly as he sets down his fork. Feathers ruffling further, shame dusts his cheeks red and his brain scrambles for something else to say. Something that isn’t the ‘wrong’ thing, since what he’s learned to rely on so heavily as the right one isn’t exactly- right at the moment, ❝ I wasn’t... aware of how prominent my apologizing was... ❞

Gaze snaps back when he feels fingers gingerly brush against his, eyes widening and heart stalling for a moment... before his demeanor relaxes, slowly and slightly... but somewhat, and that’s far better than the anxiousness that was threatening to overcome him before. Plumage starts to settle, tawny hand carefully holding snowy as a small and appreciative smile graces Fenton’s beak. Gaze refocuses on Drake, ironically giving the star’s hand a soft, reassuring squeeze.

❝ No, you didn’t do anything. Nothing whatsoever. ❞

Expression comforting, as if Drake is the one who had been fumbling over his words earlier, Fenton forces his smile to steady and attempts to do the same for his voice, ❝ You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I am immensely grateful for your companionship. There’s no reason for you to worry about or believe otherwise. ❞ While Fenton might be venturing into unknown territory here, never having to explain his apologies— only having them accepted or rejected —before, the tender gaze aimed at Drake is natural as they come.

One of the few things that feel natural right now, along with the feeling of his larger hand enveloping Fenton’s.

❝ And your colleagues were heh, delightful today... ❞ That however is a bit more difficult to get out, gaze flickering away and a light laugh hinting the statement. It’s not entirely a lie. The majority of them were cordial, and those few- looks the sugar baby could swear were casting a chill up the his spine could have merely been his imagination. It MUST have been. He’s just... reading too much into some things. That’s all. And even if he wasn’t- well, could he really entirely dismiss their judgement? ❝ They were all incredibly understanding and polite. ❞ Outwardly, and by the standards Fenton sets for himself.

No, whatever apologies he had given weren’t the blame of anyone else. Even if some of them HAD been making him feel scummy or superficial or selfish or- ... that’s not causation, merely coincidence. He hadn’t been apologizing for THAT, he’d simply gotten in the way a lot. Stood where people needed to move or accidentally reached for the same thing they were or said something awkward, something rambly, something that appeared to be boring them... A list nearly as cumbersome as his company had likely been that entire time.

Too bad he can’t apologize to Drake for that.

❝ I suppose I simply- had ample reason to apologize a lot today. Through no one’s fault but my own, of course. ❞ Fenton adds with a helpless shrug, not certain what else there is to say. He apologized a lot because he NEEDED to. Because he kept messing up. And... that’s what you do when you inconvenience someone. { ☆ }

#(FENTON MY BBY BOI)#(Drake is such a Good and I weep over them SO MUCH)#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 」#infinitexdarkwings #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Drake 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

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ducktales-wco-oo · 3 years

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“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 」

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ducktales-wco-oo · 3 years

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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 」

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ducktales-wco-oo · 4 years

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“You’re more than just a one night stand.” ( Drake @ Fenton in the Starling!Verse )

- ✩ { @infinitexxxdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton had his reservations about the arrangement when it first presented itself, despite having been the one to submit himself ‘for hire’ since it was clearly the best option for handling his... unfortunate financial situation. It was just such a surprise that someone like Mr. Starling would have an interest in him. Someone who could, honestly, have his pick of anyone he wishes. Yet for some unfathomable reason, the successful and attractive actor is willing to pay to be with him. Is willing to take on the role of ‘Sugar Daddy’— a term Fenton still can’t comprehend without cheeks growing flushed —and allow him to be the grateful, immensely grateful and awestruck Sugar Baby.

Frankly, Fenton had figured that Drake would come to REGRET his decision within the first day or so... Especially after his fumbled introduction to the precise nature of their relationship. But despite the rocky start, things had ended up going well. Really well, actually... and the actor’s words give Fenton hope that there may actually be a chance for this relationship to flourish. That maybe, he might miraculously make it through without messing everything up. Drake is a surprisingly nice individual. Far nicer than most people Fenton has met. Perhaps a smidge intimidating at times, but that could also simply be chalked up to Fenton’s nerves and the pedestal he unwittingly puts the confident and inspiring mallard on.

Besides... It’s also been a while since he’s been described as something ‘more’.

❝ R-Really? ❞ He responds, tail wagging lightly and hands clasping in front of himself as he regards the taller male. Hazel hues alight with hope as he gaze upward, feathers fluffed and cheeks dusted a delicate rose at the statement, tentative smile grows bigger as he inquires, ❝ So... I’m- I’m acceptable? I mean— Heh... You’re interested in continuing this- arrangement, long-term? ❞ Granted, he could be making completely incorrect assumptions. Being more than a ‘one night stand’ doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s liable to last any further than two or perhaps a generous three. While he may be a novice when it comes to being someone’s Sugar Baby, he does have an inkling that the relationship is more nuanced than just sex.

Although he doesn’t doubt that’s the SUBSTANTIAL part of it.

For one thing, the other person should probably enjoy being around the person they are supporting. Should see them as a companion, rather than an annoyance; a ‘necessary evil’ of sorts to deal with. Fenton already knows that he greatly likes spending time with Drake, but when it comes to others willingly being around HIM... it’s difficult not to question whether Drake reciprocates or merely believes he is capable of ‘tolerating’ his awkward antics. Most people soon discover that they are in fact, not. ❝ Because I am more than willing to partake for however long you would desire! Regardless of how substantial or brief that may be. ❞

❝ I- heh... I apologize if this is overly-forward or sentimental... ❞ Fenton says, a hand running through his headfeathers and blush darkening, gaze flitting to the side for a moment as he bashfully admits, ❝ But I genuinely have a- a really good feeling about you... and I- ahem... I hope that as this arrangement progresses- if that’s what you desire, of course... I can provide ample enjoyment and comfort for you as well. ❞ { ☆ }

#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 」#infinitexxxdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

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