#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」

[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]

"Hey baby." Drake starts gently. There's been something on his mind and...he has a feeling Fenton has been thinking about something too. "Can we talk?" He motions an arm for Fenton to cuddle against, which he would then lead Fenton to the bench at the park. It was sunny out, little ducks and other waterfowl were swimming in the pond and it was quiet.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Gaze focuses on Drake when he hears the pet-name, expression curious at the tone as he studies his partner’s expression, trying to gauge the mood of this ‘talk’.  ❝  Of course...  ❞  Fenton carefully replies, head tilting slightly in a subconscious display of studiousness. Tentativeness fades when offered an embrace, a smile quick to stretch across his beak as Fenton cuddles against Drake without the slightest hesitance, eyes shutting as he buries his face into the other’s side for a moment to nuzzle him.

Tail gives a few light wags while he’s lead to the bench, trusting Drake to keep him from stumbling into anything... Sitting down beside the taller male, grateful for the supposed privacy at the park, he moves away only enough for him to look up at Drake, concern quick to return now that it’s time for Drake to say whatever it is that’s on his mind. 

❝  Is everything alright?  ❞  Fenton asks, despite feeling like that’s a stupid question to ask. Evident by the very next thing that slips out of his mouth,  ❝  Anything I can help with?  ❞  { ☆ }

[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 } ✩

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Drake hummed as fingers combed through Fenton's headfeathers. They were usually long, but overtime they seemed to have grown past the other man's shoulders.

"Your hair's getting longer, I like it." He smiled gently through half-lidded hues.

- ✩ { amarantesstars } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton’s headfeathers have always been an unruly bunch, even when he was a duckling. A thick, wavy mess of tawny feathers that was just as likely to entrap the brush than allow it to do its job. However, with age comes practice and experience— and conditioner —and Fenton has since learned to tame the disheveled plush atop of his head... Kinda. Mostly... Better than before anyway... It’s fine. Honestly, Fenton does enjoy his headfeathers. They’re warm, and soft— most of the ‘mess’ now coming from their sheer abundance rather than any actual knots —and perfect for his busy hands to twirl and fiddle with when deep in thought.

... And he’s a sucker for when others pet and play with it.

Eyes closed and content hums slipping free as Drake runs fingers through his headfeathers, tail thumps cheerfully against the couch, Fenton lying on his side, head atop of Drake’s lap in what he suspects may be a ruse to get him to get some actual sleep. Something that’s been severely lacking the past few days, for reasons Science and Stubbornness Related. But ‘sly’ tactics or not, Fenton isn’t about to complain about the affection being shown. It’s nice... Soothing...

❝  Huh?  ❞ 

And enlightening; Fenton piping up with minor surprise at the comment, eyes peeking open to glance up at Drake with a relaxed smile.  ❝  Oh... Heh, gracias mi preciosa amor~  ❞  He purrs in response, feathers fluffing and cheeks dusting with warmth. Frankly, Fenton hadn’t noticed how long his headfeathers were getting. It’s something he usually tries to keep a smidge above his shoulders, but honestly- the state of them tends to abruptly hit him out of nowhere. Strange how it can be ‘short’ one day and then suddenly seem in need of a trim... But if Drake likes it, then he’s more than happy to let Drake have headfeathers to play with. 

Sighing with contentment, lids lower in a naturally love-struck look as Fenton raises a hand to lightly run his fingers through Drake’s cheeks, slipping between snowy feathers in a tender touch while he muses the very first thing to come to mind,  ❝  I like your cheeks...  ❞  { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

After a long night of cleaning up crime, Drake, washed up and clean from showering, falls onto the bed, on top of Fenton, brought the fluffy duck in his arms and grumbled before he attempted to fall asleep. He's not letting go of the small duck anytime soon.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton had tried to be good. Tried to sleep at a ‘reasonable’ time, which was still far beyond when anyone should be falling asleep. But it’s still better than Drake returning home only to find his husband pacing the floor, surrounded by blueprints, headfeathers disheveled and dark circles under his eyes as he frantically mutters to himself about how he KNOWS he placed that sticky note somewhere... only for Drake to promptly take it off the small duck’s back. Something that’s happened more times than Fenton would cared to admit.

Aside from the one time it was actually on the tip of his beak... not his finest moment.

Regardless, the last thing Drake needs after an exhausting night of crime fighting is to worry about his husband. So Fenton had forced himself onto the soft mattress and under the comfortable blankets, warm and enveloped in darkness... and simply lay there. And lay there. And lay there... Trying to will himself to fall asleep. But a still body doesn’t mean a still mind and the poor duck found himself mumbling to himself at more than one point. Thoughts spoken aloud to fill the suddenly deafening quite of the room, the world feeling strangely empty despite the faint city noise coming even through the closed window.

Maybe because it was devoid of a SPECIFIC person... Brows knit and beak scrunched, Fenton doesn’t know whether to be intrigued or annoyed at his inability to sleep. He used to never have problems tiring himself out before, collapsing in the midst of work regardless of where he was. Granted, this time he’s TRYING to succumb... Maybe that’s the problem. He’s not exhausted past the point of no return, where there’s no choice but to sleep. And as much as he hates to admit it, he’s not too fond of it. Not for the usual problem of he can’t do anything while resting, but because of what he’s at risk to face... Sleep isn’t kind to him anymore.

His dreams certainly aren’t; not if they can help it.

Even with the aid of his medication— meant to quell some of the tension attacking his nerves and tightening his chest —he’s unwittingly fighting the drowsiness, frightened of falling into a deep slumber and being unable to pull himself out of it. Being trapped in it. Forced to live it over and over and— Fenton doesn’t realize he’s gripping the blankets until nails dig into his own palms, cutting past fabric and leaving small marks. Blinking dumbly with a start, feathers ruffled and heart leaping into his throat, he shakily releases the blanket and looks at the clock, shocked at how many hours had passed in what must have been a panic-stricken daze.

Not his first... but he had hoped he was past those. Maybe he should talk to his doctor, or perhaps this is better suited for his therapi— thoughts are interrupted by the abrupt feeling of Drake landing on him, Fenton too absorbed by his thoughts to even realize he was there, ironically enough. Body tensing for only a second, he quickly melts into Drake’s embrace, a sigh of relief flooding through him and making the duck go limp. Wriggling around in the hold so he can bury his face against Drake’s chest, he chuckles lightly at the sound of his husband’s grumbling, able to tell how tired he must be from the noise alone.

Still, before he can let Drake get some much-deserved rest, he has to say—

❝  I love you...  ❞  and thank you, for far more than Drake likely knows.

With those softly spoken words, Fenton fluffs his feathers for the larger male’s comfort and better nestles into Drake’s embrace, eyes closing as he finally submits to sleep and whatever dreams may come with it. Because whether they are good or bad, he knows that he’ll be in Drake’s arms when he awakes... and that makes it far less frightening a concept. { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Drake opens an eye to see Fenton at his side, headfeathers in disarray, sleepy, bleary hazel eyes aimed his way. Mouth slightly parted indictating an open mouthed sleep, tongue lolled on the side. Blue hues brighten with mirth, pink accented face plants face first in the pillow, in attempt to stifle giggles at such an endearing sight. He looked up again, beaming and failing to keep the soft laughter at bay.

"S-sorry babe, y-you're just-" Eyes squeeze shut momentarily, hand reaches to gently stroke tawny cheeks with his knuckles. Eyes crinkle with adoration.

"So cute."

- ✩ { @canondiivergence​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton would have to say that this was one of the best rests he’s had in his life... Granted, that could be because he’s gone the past few days without managing to shut his eyes for more than an hour at a time, if even THAT. But it’s also the fact that he had fallen asleep next to Drake, was able to be held in his arms as he finally succumbed to slumber and be greeted by the sight of his fiancé first thing in the morning. A sight that never fails to fill him with awe and a sense of... belonging. Of peace.

Of course, this morning that feeling is overshadowed by blatant confusion, but it’s still there nonetheless. Blinking quizzically when Drake shoves his face against the pillow, Fenton’s fogged mind tries to catch up with the sudden events. Bleary gaze slowly putting Drake into focus and senses still catching up, he rubs at his eyes with a hand, a soft yawn and sigh escaping. Lightly smacking his lips, head tilts— as much as it can with the small duck still cushioned on the pillow —as eyes widen slightly with intrigue, Fenton meeting Drake’s gaze when it’s finally raised once again.

Despite not knowing what is causing his partner such mirth, Fenton can’t help but lightly giggle along, feathers fluffing and eyes alight with an innocent joy as he observes Drake’s happiness. Cheeks dusting rose at the nickname and giddy sound growing stronger, Fenton having gone from curious to cheerful merely thanks to Drake being so, cheek leans into the other’s touch when knuckles are brushed against his face. Eyes shutting for a moment as a content hum slips out, face angles to where Fenton is nuzzling against the touch, warmth practically radiating from his blush and the plushness of his feathers.

Tail wagging rapidly beneath the blanket, moving against it with audible swishes, Fenton peppers a soft kiss against Drake’s knuckles before laughing,  ❝  Pffff... You’re the one acting cute!  ❞  Cue another kiss before Fenton is scooting over to cuddle Drake. Curling against his partner’s chest, Fenton quick to find his comfortable spot. Nestled against the larger duck with all the ease of a puzzle piece, head tilts to nuzzle his beak against the underside of Drake’s jaw with a giddy smile as he murmurs,  ❝  I love seeing you happy...  ❞  Peppering Drake’s jaw with kisses, he tenderly adds amongst the affection,  ❝  I love hearing it as well. You have the most wonderful laugh, mi alma~  ❞  

❝  It’s like music...  ❞  { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Drake kissed Fenton continuously, making sure no area was left untouched. Once finished with the top half, Drake continued to his husband’s midsection.

Hands felt and caressed the fluffy belly while beak kissed, bit and sucked, leaving hickeys all over Fenton’s stomach. Drake loved bellies. Fenton’s was very soft and wonderful to snuggle up to. However, Drake couldn’t help but wonder-did he feel weird when Drake put so much attention to it? It wasn’t even a fetishistic thing for him, he simply loved the sensation of lying his head there, cuddling and kissing every inch of it. With this thought in mind, Drake raised his eyes to meet Fenton’s. His hair somewhat a mess thanks to Fenton’s hold on it and Drake’s further actions.

“Is it okay with you if I do this?”

- ✩ { @canondiivergence } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton hums contentedly as his body is covered with kisses, each spot of affection leaving a spot of warmth that blooms throughout his body in a comforting array, feathers fluffed and cheeks dusted with a rose hue that mirrors this for Drake to see. Hands buried in his partner’s feathers, they muss up the snowy strands as Fenton fidgets with delight, squirming at the sensation of Drake’s hands and beak roaming along his form. Biting his bottom lip, hums threaten to grow louder, bordering on delicate moans as breath hitches in his chest, Drake’s descent causing excitement to pool in his stomach...

He loves the attention Drake puts on his body... The care he can feel with every kiss and suckle against it, leaving marks showing up from beneath even his thick plumage to remind him of who it is his heart belongs to, and who’s heart he’s managed to be graced with in return. He’s never felt more genuinely seen, appreciated and admired... LOVED than he does when he’s with Drake. Each touch serving as a testament to how the other feels.

Even if his squirming does get a bit more noticeable, the kisses both pleasing and a smidge tickling at times... but honestly, it’s unique combinations like that that make Fenton enjoy being with Drake even more. Being able to enjoy himself, to surrender to the situation without an underlying twinge of fear or nausea. To simply... BE kissed and cuddled and loved without overthinking or doubting his part; his worth...

Dreamy thoughts— gaze reflecting this blatantly in hazel hues —is interrupted by the sound of Drake’s voice, Fenton blinking to clear his mind, cheeks heating up further at being caught off-guard. As well as the fact that Drake had asked if something was OKAY, that never failing to send a flutter into Fenton’s chest even if he doesn’t understand this particular concern. Still, he’s quick to compose himself, offering a soft— if a bit confused —smile. Meeting Drake’s gaze, words are gentle as the hand moving to run his fingers through the other’s cheek feathers, ❝  Of course it is, mi estrella brillante...  ❞  Cupping Drake’s cheek, thumb lightly caresses it as he innocently inquires,  ❝  Why wouldn’t it be?  ❞  { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"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.  { ☆ } 

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"GO TO BED YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Have a very yelly, sleep deprived Drake telling Negs to go to bed. ( I need some crack rn i dun even )

- ✩ { @amarantesstars​ } ✩ 

{ ☆ }  ❝  YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD, DIPWING!  ❞  

And now the chaos has grown with the addition of a chainsaw, Negs promptly slicing a couch in half to prove the point that he can do whatever the fuck he wants regardless of the time. { ☆ } 

[ducktales-wco-oo]

drake vc cuz muns on mobile: GOSALYN

- ✩ { @amarantesstars​ } ✩ 

{ ☆ }  ❝  What? Isn’t it a GOOD thing to be prepared?  ❞  { ☆ } 

[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~  ❞  { ☆ }

[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]

(Finally saw the ep and I LOVED it KDJKSFNDSKFDSf - Gonna ramble incoherently about one of my Favorite things (the Fenton x Drake interactions/dynamic) because RIP )

(God, I love how Drake seems to like and admire Fenton, and still dislikes Gizmoduck as much as ever. Giz getting credit for saving St. Canard is just icing on the cake omfg ‘His talents are wasted designing doo-dads for that hack Gizmoduck’ - Drake thinks Fenton is talented and Fenton hooked ‘Darkwing’ up with hella gear and that computer has an Advanced AI with Humanity that actually SASSES Drake and lbr, that screams Fenton Design. lol Drake lying about Fenton not being able to ‘stand the guy’ also waters my crops, and likely stemmed from Fenton being Humble as ever and frantically trying to downplay how great Gizmoduck is when he was brought up because he was embarrassed/didn’t-want-to-be-conceited/saw-how-much-Drake-HATED-the-guy RIP)

(Fenton is being torn apart— literally —by a super villain, and when he’s told that Darkwing is ‘busy’ and needs to call him back, he IMMEDIATELY says  ❝  Oh, yeah- sure. I’m flexible-  ❞  even as he’s being OVERWHELMED and was about to ask for assistance for ‘Gizmoduck’. No arguments, no hesitation- just the polite boi we all know and love JKDNSFJKDSF Fenton calling people from inside the suit as he’s fighting crime is also something I adore, because he’s just- doing his best trying to juggle defending the city/civilians as well as asking for assistance without giving away his identity and I’m Love Him and It.)

(‘Hello, Darkwing?’ - ‘Still not a good time, buddy.’ - Fenton is Darkwing’s friend and I AM tHRVING... Also him just pouring over how to bring Waddlemeyer back for several nights with Drake and trying his best to help is just *lies down and cries* I was hoping for mere nuggets of interaction— at the very least, some Giz and DW —but instead I was given several moments of genuine Drake Darwking and FENTON interactions, as well as even more things to sob about and overanalyze when it comes to my fluffy boi and I Am Living For It)

(Fenton totally provides Darkwing with gadgets and technical assistance in his civilian life, as well as fighting alongside him as Gizmoduck and the fact that Drake is friendly with one whilst despising the other— ironically, the opposite reaction people normally have to Fenton’s identities —is everything I hoped for but dared not dream would actually be shown. lol)

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"Uh, heh-" Drake's snowy cheeks turn red. For both men were clothes swapping for the fun of it. As predicted, with the taller mallard's top heavy physique, the clothes drooped and engulfed Fenton. Fenton's shirt on the other hand..."Sorry about that Fents, I buy you a new one." The once pristine collared shirt was ripped over the chest, back and sleeves.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings​​ } ✩

{ ☆ } In retrospect, this wasn’t the best idea... But that tends to be the case for many of Fenton’s ideas, and Drake’s too if he’s being honest. With how often the smaller duck steals borrows his boyfriend’s clothes, be is plaid shirts or Darkwing Duck memorabilia, it was only natural that they wonder how the reverse would work. Even though the results should be more than clear. Shuffling his shirt off had been simple enough, and putting on Drake’s even more so. However, it appears that the same couldn’t be said for Drake.

Looking over at his partner when Drake speaks, eyes widen at the sight he is met with. A sudden and unexpected rush abruptly courses through him, body becoming hot and stomach knotting... Chest tightening and breath hitching... Throat dry— likely from the internal fire coursing through him within —tongue flits across his lips without his knowledge, an instinctive attempt to moisten what feels as it should be the result of a week spent in the desert. A tingle steadily works it’s way up Fenton’s spine as his gaze slowly roams over the other’s upper body... Seeing how his feathers shine through the tears, large muscles and chiseled chest straining against the areas that managed to remain intact... It’s- Impressive.

Really impressive.

Fenton adores Drake. Loves him for his heart and soul and would be loyal to him regardless of what the other male looked like. This is a fact. Indisputable and certain as the sun rising into the sky every single day... But there’s also no denying the fact that in terms of attractiveness- Fenton hit the jackpot. Because FUCK is Drake hot. Something that he always knew, but had just never experience being shoved so blatantly into his face before. Not to the extent that it’s happening to him right now. Because lo-and-behold, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, for all his obliviousness and low-libido .... Is turned on.

Not to say that he’s never been physically attracted to Drake- obviously that isn’t the case. But as he stands there, soft plumage fluffed and face overtaken by the rosiest blush he’s ever had, he can’t recall having a bodily-reaction like this without prior prompting, without some form of flirting and touching and easing him into that state of mind. But right now, swallowing thickly and heart racing and body burning and- Shit. He’s staring, isn’t he? He’s been staring at the damage caused by Drake for far too long. Right? Honestly, it’s difficult to tell how long it has been. Such things tend to be the case when re-discovering your sexuality in the form of ripped muscles and shirts. But however long it has been, it’s probably been TOO long. 

❝  O-Oh! It’s- aHEM- It’s quite alright! No need to fret about it!  ❞  Fenton stammers, averting his gaze as beads of sweat nervously trickle on his brow, an awkward laugh slipping out as his beak runs without his consent,  ❝  And there’s no need to heh, apologize because you’re hard— I-I mean, I’m hard- IT’S HARD! IT’S! IT’S HARD—  ❞  And now he’s spiraling, hands motioning in front of himself in sharp cutting motions downard— as he’s been known to do when trying to emphasize and focus on his words —gaze firmly riveted on them as he explains,  ❝  —for you to fit into my clothes because of your impressive physique! Frankly, I should have expected for your- incredibly toned and picturesque body to destroy me- MY SHIRT! With- With the ripping of the fabric because the seams can’t handle such—  ❞  Another swallow, another wish for the floor to engulf him.  ❝  —such intense strain...  ❞  

Smooth, Fenton... Handled that like a champ. Finally growing quiet, Fenton winces at the utter disaster that was his ‘recovery’, gaze averted and fingers anxiously tapping against one another as he shuffles slightly from foot to foot— looking about ten seconds away from making some half-assed excuse to sprint out the door —and once again tries to will the ground to split open and allow him to fall into its depths. Face having turned beet red with shame during his tirade, feathers messily frame it, plumage fluffed and disheveled thanks to his frantic gesturing of earlier. Swallowed by Drake’s shirt, chest feathers floof out from where the fabric hangs loosely without broad shoulders to support it, allowing his quickened breaths— as if his POUNDING heart is literally ramming against it —to be on full display.

If frazzled could be manifested into the form of a fluffy, diminutive duck... Then Fenton certainly is it. { ☆ }

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It’s Halloween night, everything is quiet and deathly still. Unknownst to the small scientist is a home full of ducks…or rather many versions of his beloved fiancé. Some are lying lazily on the tables, others talking amongst themselves. Fenton’s fiancé is notified by Quiverwing of Fenton coming in. So all Drakes/Darkwings are gathered in one spot in their own places.

As soon as Fenton would open the door, he would not only see his fiancé sitting on the couch waiting for him, there was also Jim, Quiver, Darkwarrior, NegaDuck and wouldn’t you know it, the original Darkwing himself!

All of them all at once, pose and seductively say, “Oh Fenton!~”

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } It had been a rather tiring day that had bled into an equally exhausting night... Unsurprisingly, with Halloween festivities in the air and cities still becoming accustomed to having crooks and super-villains of all kinds and vendettas roaming the streets when least suspected, citizens are on edge. Especially when all around them were suspicious costumes and the lines between the real and supernatural blurred to such a degree. So Gizmoduck had been tasked with relentlessly patrolling the city in order to help promote the idea that they are in good hands... and then when racing over to St.Canard— it had been a nightmare to get Mr. McDuck to agree on him having the rest of the night off —and his newfound home with his fiancé, he had been stopped by quite a few gaping onlookers.

And the press... but he’d rather forget about that part and pray that the television stays on topic of Horror Movie Marathons rather than any of the news channels. The last thing he wants is anything to sully Drake’s mood. He just wants a nice, refreshing Halloween consisting of festive foods, terrifying movies that he shall foolishly indulge in, and a bit of extra trick-or-treating with Gosalyn after she has returned from her first candy-conquest with the McDuck family... The perfect night with no strange occurrences or disasters or surprises.

❝  ¡Hola, mi Estrella! I’m ho—  ❞

... And the moment he steps into the door, Fenton is smacked with a surprise for the senses. Eyes widen instantly at the sight, initially taken aback by the sight of ALL the Drakes Darkwings gathered together inside of their home. Which an outsider may consider strange because of that fact alone, but thanks to his knowledge and experience with the multiverses, Fenton’s surprise is more the equivalent of a host who hadn’t been expecting guests... That is- until they speak.

Words that sound... intriguing when said in UNISON. 

Eyes widen further, body stiffening as his feathers indulge in the opposite, a shiver cascading through fluffing plumage like a tawny wave. Hands fumbling behind him to close the door, slipping and clattering with the knob, back presses firmly against the wood whilst gaze remains focused on the plethora of seductive heroes in front of him. Beak shuts— having been briefly opened to inquire why they were here —Fenton swallowing thickly, adams apple bobbing as sweat beads upon a flustered brow, HEAT spreading to his cheeks and overtaking his beak. Partially from the sight of all these... attractive men— most who just so happen to be alternate versions of the most incredible, endearing and enticing man he has ever had the pleasure of knowing —and partially because of the shame his frazzled demeanor brings.

Because he may not be versed in situations like this, but he’s pretty sure blinking dumbly whilst a blushing, puffed mess is NOT the most composed reaction he could have had.

Unfortunately, speaking seems to be an even worse option—

❝  H-Hi- Ahem... He-Hello, heh... E-Everyone...  ❞  He weakly says, greeting sounding more like a squeak. Wincing at the pitiful tone, shoulders hunch and gaze finally averts as he runs a hand through his headfeathers, fingers on his free hand drumming lightly on the door behind him,  ❝  I didn’t... didn’t expect to be seeing... all of- heh... all of you... today...  ❞  Words are merely louder than an mumble, musical giggles lacing them as they bubble from his chest against his will. Nervous and uncertain and very, very flustered, he can hardly contain the bashful reaction... One that only GROWS as he lightly taps his fingers together— headfeathers now sporting a few wavy stands falling messily on his face thanks to his toying with them —demure hazel hues occasionally peeking upwards at the audience crowd with an adorably sheepish smile,

❝  ... H-Happy Halloween?  ❞  { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Reboot Complete ( For Fendrake :,) )

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } Ears are ringing... body is aching... vision is blurred... All in all, nothing too unfamiliar for Fenton. Heck, even the lack of Gizmoarmor doesn’t cause him to bat an eye— partially because he’s batting them in an effort to clear his stinging tears, and partially because he’s accustomed to impulsively acting without the protective shell —Fenton figuring that whatever happened must have been in a split-second. Some frantic action that hadn’t allowed him the option of the suit.

From how his body screams in protest as he shakily pushes himself upright, feathers ruffling and arms trembling from the strain, an eye closing on its own accord and Fenton nearly collapsing in the midst of standing, he could have GREATLY benefited from it. Gripping an arm tightly in an effort to stop a sharp pain shooting up the limb, he winces with a hitch of breath, teeth gritting and eyes squeezing shut before he can force himself to look around. It’s not safe to let his guard down yet... Or is it? Frankly, in the chaotic atmosphere it’s difficult to tell.

Clouds of dust dissipating around him, he coughs heavily as it sucks into his lungs, grainy dirt sticking to his feathers and making him itch uncomfortably. Feeling something moist run down the side of his head, he reluctantly releases his arm to gingerly pat at his temple, fingers trembling against his will as they move away, warm and sticky. Still, he is unfazed at the scarlet staining his fingers, merely chalking the blow— and the oncoming throbbing in his head —as another piece of the puzzle; one that is steadily growing clearer and clearer by the moment.

He had hit his head... He had- leapt at something... Someone. Yeah. Someone was in danger and he had thrown himself at them without hesitation. Not unusual for him. Although, just the thought of what COULD have happened sends a jolt of terror through him unlike anything he’s ever experienced. Something deep and personal... Although he can’t decipher why. Heck, he can’t even fully recall what they looked like. Groaning lightly, Fenton softly presses his hand against his head and looks around in slight panic, eyes widening and breath catching at the sight of a body— the body- the PERSON... lying a few feet away.

Scrambling over despite the protest of his bruised form, he kneels by the ‘stranger’ and gingerly helps the larger duck sit upright, hands gentle and ghosting over their body in search of any serious injures... or just injuries in general. Brows knitted with concern, in spite of his own battered state, Fenton’s gaze is focused on his work rather than their face as he inquires,  ❝  Are you alright? Well- I mean, obviously you’re not...  ❞  That’s a stupid question. Whatever. Just push through it and don’t lose focus; fueled by experience and worry, Fenton continues without missing a beat, aside from the brief huff of an embarrassed laugh, glancing up to meet an unfamiliar blue gaze,  ❝  But do you think you’ll be capable of moving? If not, I could carry you...  ❞  

Despite his smaller stature, he’s certain that wouldn’t be an issue. { ☆ }