#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ; ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴅᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴜ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ ¦ 「 Drake 」

[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* ))