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Request here! Each chapter will have an indicator to tell what category it falls in!

Smut - 🔥

Angst - 💔

Fluff (With a✨is light spice) - ☁ / ☁✨

What I won't do:

Kinks like piss/shit (I won't kink shame, you do you ig, but like I won't write anything like that-)

Rape/Non-con

Philza x Anyone except Mumza, and even then I'll only do fluff

Techno x Anyone (I hope you understand, it would just be weird to do it- for both C! And CC! Personas)

Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, any other minor x anyone (Excluding Beeduo fluff since they are married, in canon; although I still won't do any romantic stuff with their irl personas)

This might be updated and even if it's not on here, if I'm not comfortable with it I might say no! Sorry if this offends anyone! But really I'll do anything outside of these definitely-not things

When you request please add the things you'd like in it, the characters, C! or CC!, and what POV you'd like!

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Quackity held back a soft smile, his hand brushing Wilburs as Wilburs cigarette lit his own. He drew away, his hand now holding the cigarette and taking a long drag. His eyes flickered up to meet Wilburs, who had a smirk on his face. Quackity could feel a hint of a genuine smile behind it, though.

"What're you looking at, Soot?" He said with a scoff as he drew the cigarette away from his mouth for the moment to speak. His voice lacked the usual cold, annoyed tone that naturally came while speaking with Wilbur. Perhaps it was the fact he had a couple drinks earlier, but it definitely seemed a bit harder to maintain the careless and confident facade he usually wore.

It became harder for Wilbur to suppress his smile at Quackitys obvious fake snark. "I've just never gotten the chance to actually see your face. You have the most beautiful eyes," he half flirted with a smirk. He may have said that to throw him off, although Quackity felt there was a hint of something other than teasing in his words. Although it probably just the drink, he thought, causing him to overlook things. Wilbur was his rival, no more, no less.

Wilbur saw the processing look in Quackitys eyes, and his smirk widened as his eyes sparkled with bemusement. "You heard me, duckling." Again with the lightly teasing tone, and now the nickname. Quackity scoffed again, unable to find the right words to reply because of how the words made his stomach flutter as he took another long drag and his gaze flickered over the balcony of the space needle.

Wilbur watched with a sort of idle yet intent look. He sensed Quackity was trying to come off as uncaring and pass off the words, but he suspected it was actually getting through. All the previous times he had flirted with Quackity it had been taunting, attempting to get Quackitys guard down and make him flush red. Wilbur told himself it was for the feeling of having a power over someone, but he harbored a secret feeling that it wouldn't be the same if it wasn't Quackity he was taunting.

Quackity blew out a long stream of smoke, watching as it dissipated into the nighttime air. Feeling Wilburs eyes on his every movement and.. It didn't quite bother him. He glanced back over at Wilbur and was slightly taken aback at the way Wilbur was looking at him, not having expected something so.. Genuine from a man like Wilbur.

Wilburs gaze had softened slightly, and when he saw Quackity look at him, he smiled. A smirking smile, of course, but still one of genuinity. Quackity felt a slight heat flush in his cheeks at Wilburs intense stare. He barely managed a scowl and looked to turn away again to hide his face, but was stopped suddenly.

Wilbur had leaned forward and gently but firmly grabbed Quackitys chin, making him look at him. An air of amusement and authority in his voice despite being softer than usual.

"You don't just get to look away when I make you blush," Wilbur said, looking into Quackitys eyes. His deep brown ones penetrating and demanding, causing a small part of Quackity to want to do whatever he said.

"Or what," Quackity asked, somehow managing to keep his voice steady and confident.

"Or I'll make you realize who's in charge here," was Wilburs simple reply, not a threat yet still sending shivers down Quackitys spine.

"And how would you do that, exactly?" Quackity snarked in response, attempting to mask his rising blush. "You forget I'm in charge of Las Nevadas."

"How sweet. You think because you're in charge of Las Nevadas you're in charge of me. Well, I've got some news for you. You thinking you're so confident and untouched is nothing, the way you react when I even speak your name." Wilbur drawled, leaning closer. Pulling Quackitys cigarette from his mouth and flicking it over the edge the way he did his own a few moments before.

"Although if I do what I want, you won't be able to even remember your own name." Wilbur said again, his hand lifting to grab Quackitys tie and pull him closer. Quackity flushed a deeper red, his heartbeat picking up in his chest. He could barely think, his mouth failing to speak just about anything.

"And what do you want?" He asked in a quiet voice, nearly a whisper. He stared into Wilburs infatuating brown eyes, unable to break his stare and calm his now pink cheeks.

"I want to kiss you," Wilbur spoke. Not an ounce of a lie in his voice, all trickery or hints of manipulation gone. Commanding yet gentle in tone. Quackity felt his face burn hot, and Wilbur saw the red in his cheeks.

"Then why don't you?" Quackity practically whispered, feeling Wilburs got breath in his face. He could barely believe the words coming from his own mouth, nor could Wilbur. Although Wilbur didn't waste a moment in closing the few inches that remained between them and pressing his lips to Quackitys.

Quackity felt the butterflies in his stomach multiply by tenfold as he kissed back, and even more so when Wilbur bit his lower lip. Wilbur felt a soft smile grow in his face at the way Quackity had no hesitation in letting Wilbur deepen the kiss, moving his arms to be around Wilburs neck.

Wilbur wrapped his arms around Quackitys lower back and continued the kiss, caught in the moment where everything else ceased to matter. Quackity weakly fought for dominance through the kiss, but was quickly put in his place by Wilbur and he let Wilbur take control.

When they finally broke apart to breathe, Quackitys face was a bright red and his lips slightly open as he stared into Wilburs eyes, a soft smile and light blush of his own visible on Wilburs face. Wilbur moved a hand to Quackitys cheek, gently caressing his face with a thumb.

"I suppose this means we aren't rivals anymore?" Was all Quackity could find the words to say, near breathless still just seconds earlier. The passion that had surrounded them in the kiss settling comfortably around them as they looked into each others eyes.

"I suppose not," Wilbur responded softly.

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Quackitys breath hitched in his throat as he was slammed against his office wall by none other than Wilbur Soot, his rival. His heartbeat pounded on his chest as Wilbur leaned forward and roughly shoved his tongue into Quackitys mouth and pinned him against the wall. He didn't care if it got messy, they were both going to get even more so soon anyways.

God. Being President was hard and could get tiring some days but Quackity always loved the exhilarating rush when Wilbur commanded him to his will, albeit a bit embarrassed he was so submissive under Wilburs touch. Wilbur knew this too, and he used it to his every advantage, every touch and way he took over every kiss.

Wilbur lowered one of the hands that were pinning Quackitys shoulders down his torso to his hip, sending a rush of butterflies in Quackitys stomach that quickly turned to a burning heat when Wilbur deftly moved it to his thigh. Wilbur knew what he was doing, teasing and taunting Quackity. He had no intention of letting this end without seeing Quackity red faced and whimpering under his will.

Quackity could barely breath and let out a quiet, strangled noise into the messy and now panting kiss, kissing back with a desperation, a need, that burned deeply in his chest. He knew Wilbur would do whatever he wanted, and he loves it. They'd already come up with a safe word in case it was too much, so it was an adrenaline rush of not knowing how Wilbur would command him this time.

Fuck, he hated Wilbur.

Yet a part of him absolutely loved being reduced to a moaning, whimpering mess under the more dominant, taller man.

Quackity let out a small strangled whimper as he felt himself begin to grow hard, Wilburs hand on his thigh now tracing closer and closer to his erection.

"Hard already, slut?~" Wilbur practically drawled, pulling away from the kiss and beginning to tease Quackity with kisses against his neck. He began giving him hickeys, biting down every time it seemed Quackity was finally able to complete a sentence so he was already becoming an unraveled mess.

"N-no, you.. I just.. M-mm~.." Quackity felt his face flush red, barely suppressing the quiet whimpers of need and want that his failed sentences inevitably delved into. A quiet gasp of pleasure escaping through his mouth as Wilbur began to palm him through his pants, making him grow harder.

Wilbur loved the feeling of power he had over Quackity, the way Quackitys face was flushed and those pretty little noises coming out of his mouth were all because of him and him alone. He still made sure to rub slowly, tauntingly even, until Quackitys red and flushed face was practically begging. But it wasn't enough for Wilbur. He wanted words.

"What do you want, duckling. Speak up. Tell me," Wilbur demanded, grabbing Quackitys face as he attempted to look away.

"I want you.. Want you to fuck me," Quackity responded, his voice near anguished at the small teasing motions.

"Beg," was all Wilbur said in response, continuing to palm him slowly and state into Quackitys eyes.

Quackity couldn't take it, the small amount of taunting pleasure he felt right now was nothing. " Please, Wilbur, I-I need you, need you to fuck me, need you to fill me.. " He stammered, embarrassed he was reduced to begging and pleading, although they both knew he truly loved it.

"Good whore, now take off those clothes for me," Wilbur commanded, pulling away. Quackity obliged with a red in his face from the name, pulling off his clothes until he stood in nothing, Wilbur watching all the while. Wilbur threw his own trench coat and shirt in the corner of the office, kissing Quackity once again and then moving so Quackity was on his back on his desk, his wings spread out behind him and his face red as he looked up at Wilbur attempting to muster a scowl.

Wilbur rummaged through one of Quackitys drawers momentarily, pulling out a small bottle of lube and uncapping it. He put a small amount on his finger leaving enough for himself and teased around Quackitys hole before slipping a finger in, causing Quackity to give a slight gasp of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion. As Wilbur quickly and roughly inserted another finger, Quackity let out a quiet moan and clutched the edge of the desk as Wilbur began to scissor his fingers inside him. Yet another finger was added, then a fourth.

Quackity began letting out quiet strangled whimpers as he attempted to suppress the noises, his mouth open and his eyes shut in pure pleasure as Wilbur grazed his prostate with a finger. Quackity continued to moan more, feeling the warm and now familiar knot in his stomach grow, he was so close.. Then Wilbur pulled his fingers out, Quackity whimpering at the loss of the feeling of being filled.

"You aren't allowed to cum until I say so, slut. And don't be thinking you can get off on just my fingers." Wilbur said sternly, his hands spreading Quackitys thighs open. Quackity looked so submissive and sweet, panting already with a red faced, pleading expression. He was practically trembling from the teasing, and god, it was fucking adorable. Wilbur unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, slowly applying lube to his 9 inches. It didn't take long for him too be fully hard from just looking at Quackity spread out on his desk, all for him.

"Fuck.. Fuck you, Soot." Quackity managed to spit at him, staring at Wilburs cock in a mixture of desire, and awe. Wilbur barely suppressed a laugh; They had fucked so many times yet Quackity never failed to be amazed by Wilburs dick, the little whore.

"I think it'll be the other way around, duckling." Wilbur retorted, returning back to Quackity. He positioned himself in front of Quackitys hole, lining himself up, and slammed into Quackity before he could even manage a response. Quackity let out a loud, screaming moan, tears filling his eyes as Wilbur bottomed out then repeated the motion.

"W- WILBUR~! A-AH~ MM!" He yelled out in moans as Wilbur began to thrust into him roughly, relentlessly beginning to slam back into the other over and over again. It hurt, it hurt so good, he had tears spilling out of his eyes and he couldn't think. His mouth was open, incoherent crying and babbling falling from his lips.

"Such a.. good little whore, taking it like the.. slut you are~ You're a good fuck toy, aren't you~? All prettied up for.. For me and only me, begging for my dick.." Wilbur said to Quackity in panting breaths before leaning over and intertwining their tongues in a passionate kiss. Wilbur continued pounding into Quackity, Quackitys moans muffled by the kiss and his eyes rolling back into his head as he practically sobbed at how much it hurt, how good it felt.

Pulling away from the kiss finally, Wilbur sped up until Quackity was screaming louder than ever before, screaming Wilburs name as pleas and begging fell out of that pretty mouth. "W-wilbur, please, more, m-more~ I-I want more, need more, need you, need t-to..~" He cried nearly incoherently, screaming, clutching the desk as his neglected dick twitched. Wilbur grabbed it and began roughly jacking him off, Quackity cumming all over his chest only a few moments later.

"I said you don't cum until I allow you too, slut!" Wilbur practically growled. Quackity felt so tight and warm, he could've came right then and there at Quackitys tears but he needed to teach his whore a lesson. He kept thrusting quickly, Quackity nearly passing out and sobbing from the overstimulation while simultaneously loving every second of ir. He still hadn't said the safe word though, so Wilbur continued to fuck the other under him, eventually growing tired and feeling himself begin to get close. After a few more thrusts, he released inside of Quackity.

They both remained like that for a moment, panting from what had just happened, the Wilbur pulled out, admiring the cum dripping from Quackitys hole. Quackity was unable to even sit up, his legs shaking slightly as he tried to regain his breath and voice from yelling so much. Wilbur stood and gathered his clothes, getting dressed. When he was done he looked over at Quackity and smirked at the sight, if the ruined and practically destroyed mess of a man, and planting a rough, quick, but intimate, kiss against Quackitys lips he went to the entrance of the office.

"See you around, duckling ~" He teased with a smirk, walking out with a jaunty and prideful posture. Leaving Quackity to clean himself, and the room, up. Good thing he had made sure he kept a change of clothes or two in his office ever since him and Wilbur began this 'rivals-with-benefits' thing.

Extra!

MM/DD/YYYY (The day after the chapter happened) Slime's Diary

Hello! Today I had a gud day. Quackity from Las Nevadas seemed a bit mad or sad thoh, altho im not sure y. Maybee it has to do with him and Revivebur? They had a loud r-gument yesturday, Quackity from Las Nevadas waz screeming Wilburs name and they clapped a lot in his offece four some reeson. And Quackity from Las Nevadas waz limping a bit tooday. But I got to talk to Fundy, who seemed a bit mad when I told him about Quackity from Las Nevadas and Revivebur fieting! Thats all thoh four today! Bye! :D

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The battle raged on around the two as their swords dueled. The scrape of metal on metal was a sharp collision with every defense and pounce. Quackity and Wilbur were of around equal talent and skill, and the battle could go on for much longer than this. The rivals continued to fight, as rivals, not enemies, despite the way the two sides fought tooth and nail in an attempt to destroy each other.

Behind Quackity, Slimecicle was fighting weakly, and was nearly impaled by a sword. Forced to make a split second decision between himself and Slime, Quackity stabbed the unknown person who had been attempting to kill Slime, but in the process, lifted his arm in a way that opened a target for Wilbur to stab under his chestplate. Wilburs blade, already planning to glance off what had moments earlier been durable armor, pierced through skin and deep into Quackitys body.

Wilburs saw Quackitys eyes widen in realization, his lips parting as if wanting too speak. Time felt like it slowed and the sound of battle ceased for both of them and stood still as Quackity dropped to the ground, clutching the sword in his chest. Wilbur fell to the ground soon after, his mind going blank at the sight of Quackity in front of him. Wilburs mouth fell open in nearly unintelligible babbling.

"Quackity, I-I didn't mean it, I wasn't actually trying to kill you, I thought.." He fell silent again in shock, panic beginning to set in. Quackitys breathing grew rough and shallow, coughing up nothing and barely able to breath as his eyes stared at Wilbur. Wilbur clutched Quackitys arm, his eyes looking all over and now wide with fear. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to land a hit.." He stopped as Quackitys eyes fluttered, Wilbur letting out a quiet breath. "No."

"No, no.. No! Quackity! You can't die, please no! " His voice raised to yelling now, tears brimming in his eyes as Quackity weakly lifted his hand. Quackity gently touched Wilburs cheek with a shaking hand, looking at Wilbur in a type of awe that broke his heart, as if Wilbur was the sun itself. "'S okay. F'give you, Will.." Quackity murmured, his eyes slowly shutting and his breathing slowly ceasing then.. Nothing.

The tears fell from Wilburs eyes at Quackitys last words, clutching Quackitys slowly going cold body with his hands tightly around his shoulders. "Quackity!" He yelled through tears, beginning to sob as he buried his face into the crook of the now dead duck hybrids neck. He sobbed, clutching Quackity close as the battle continued, Philza staying close to protect Wilbur.

Phils shouts of telling Wilbur to get up were lost in Wilburs utter grief, sobs racking his body as he held Quackity close. He screamed through his sobs, words that couldn't be made out and he couldn't tell you. All that mattered was Quackity was dead, his Quackity, and Wilbur was to blame. The battle continued for what could have been seconds or hours, Wilbur didn't know nor care. Time was irrelevant.

At a point where Wilburs side had won, Techno already cleaning his axe and searching corpses, and Tommy whooping in victory while Wilbur was still hunched over Quackity. His tears had long since ran out, his hands shaking as he clutched Quackity close. Phil came over and tentatively placed a hand on Wilburs shoulder, quickly pulling back at the scream that ripped loose from Wilburs throat.

"No!" He screamed, "Don't touch him! Stay away!" His screams continued until he went hoarse, hugging Quackity close. As Wilburs side began to head home, Philza hesitantly followed after giving Wilbur a pitying look and a quiet, "All right, mate." He left, his crow wings hanging with the exhaustion of battle and leaving Wilbur clutching Quackitys corpse in the ruined battlefield.

Wilbur stayed like that for a long while, pushing the hair from Quackitys face and fixing every feather to be back in place on his small, golden wings. He whispered apologies a million times over, tracing Quackitys cold lips and staring at his peaceful expression. It was the most calm he had ever seen Quackity, despite dying painfully he seemed to be peaceful. Almost as if he was sleeping.

Wilbur sensed someone standing in front of him, and looked up, about to hide at them to get away before freezing. A curious, translucent figure stood before him. Soft black hair falling in his eyes, and an innocent curiosity alight in his eyes. A pair of golden feathered wings, like a duck, protruded from this ghost -like figures back.

Quackity.

Wilbur stared for a moment, his mouth barely even able to open. This must be the ghost of Quackity, not uncommon after death but still somehow jolting to Wilbur as if this now confirmed Quackity was dead.

After a moment, the curious ghost spoke up. "You look sad," he stated, his face wrinkling in confusion. "Why be sad? Hm.. Here," he said cheerfully, a smile appearing in his face in genuine happiness. Wilbur watched as the ghost pulled a flower from the ground, handing it to Wilbur. "Here! Have a flower. Flowers always make me feel better!" It was a simple yellow dandelion, the color of Quackitys wings. Tears brimmed in Wilburs eyes as he whispered, "Thank you." He took the flower, tucking it behind the dead Quackitys eat and sitting up, for once relaxing his hold on him slightly with a shuddering breath, giving the ghost a weak smile.

The ghost of Quackity smiled back, hovering slightly over the ground. "Oh! Silly me. I should have started with this," he said, making a tsk tsk noise to himself. "I'm Ghostity. And your name is?" Wilburs heart broke. Ghosts remembered happy things. And if Ghostity didn't remember him, that meant every memory Quackity had of Wilbur was.. Sad.

"And why are you so sad, after all?" The ghost questioned, bobbing up and down the slightest as he asked. This ghost.. Ghostity.. Was so sweet, and kind. He didn't curse, he wasn't impatient, and was almost nothing like Quackity. Yet he was. He was Quackity, just all of the most pure traits embottled into a ghost.

But he missed his Quackity. The short man who would curse him out, oftentimes in rapid Spanish Wilbur didn't understand but didn't care, he could listen to it forever, and who would threaten him and glare at him yet when he thought Wilbur wasn't looking he would catch Quackity smiling almost fondly at him, and the way Quackitys wings fluffed out in annoyance and embarrassment when Wilbur flirted with him, and-

"I'm Wilbur," he said with a weak smile, attempting to hide the pain in his voice. He let out another quiet breath, slowly and fully letting go of Quackity after holding him for so long. He gently crossed Quackitys arms on his chest, placing the gentlest and lightest of kisses on Quackitys forehead before standing.

He cleared his throat, his voice breaking slightly as he spoke to the ghost in a soft voice. "And I'm sad because.. Because I lost someone very close to me."

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3rd POV - Dom Wilbur, Sub Quackity

Smut - Rough, messy, anal, overstimulation, degrading, teasing, bratty bottom, cnc-ish?, hate sex, but not quite hate sex

Names -Quackity

Quackity, Duckling, Slut, Whore, Cock slut, Bitch, Fucktoy

Names - Wilbur

Will, Soot

Wilbur was bored. Extremely so. After all, being revived was boring since he didn't quite have much to do besides distract or annoy Quackity while he was trying to work. And so, he thought doing that would provide some sense of entertainment, perhaps in more ways than one. Knowing him, he'd either be in his office doing paperwork or in the casino yelling at someone. Wilbur figured at this time, around late afternoon almost evening, the latter was more likely so he decided to check there.

Wilbur strolled into the casino with his hands shoved in the pockets of his trench coat as if he owned the place, his eyes scanning the room with an air of superiority, borderline disinterest, although it was quite the opposite. For the disinterested part, anyway.

Almost as predicted, Quackity was in a corner of the casino. Wilbur could tell he was aggravated, from the little flicks of Quackitys wings as he was speaking in what seemed to be a rather hostile tone to an intimidated employee. Wilbur wove his way through the tables of gambling patrons, standing behind Quackity as he placed a hand on Quackitys wings. He ran a hand along the small wing as if letting Quackity while Quackity froze, his attention shifting immediately from the employee and to Wilbur. Seeing an escape, the employee took the opportunity to scoot somewhere elsewhere from Quackitys wrath.

Quackitys wings twitched again, half out of annoyance and half for the reason most avians, or in his case avian hybrids, react when their wings are touched. The silence only lasted a moment before he snapped impatiently, "Why are you here? Don't you have anything better to do? Oh right, I forgot, you have no life," he said sarcastically. Staring up at Wilbur with a scowl like that of a.. Small annoyed dog. Probably a nippy one.

The thought of Quackity as a small dog was amusing to Wilbur and he simply gave a large, slightly lopsided grin, more amused than hurt by Quackitys statement. "Ow. That hurt," he said, his words laced with equal sarcasm and mock offense.

Quackitys scowl only grew, a bit late to realizing Wilbur's hand was still on his wing. He twitched it to make Wilbur's hand fall off and succeeded but this small gesture was short lived as Wilbur's hand just relocated to Quackitys shoulder. Quackity tried to throw it off but Wilbur's grip tightened, his thumb pressing slightly against Quackitys neck. He bent down slightly close, as to not have any patrons overhear his words.

"You seem stressed, duckling. Too much work, I assume? Or are you just disgruntled from not having been fucked by someone in a while?" At the words Quackitys wing twitched again in response, more out of instinct than annoyance, Wilbur giving a satisfied smirk as he knew his words were getting to Quackity. Before he could respond, Wilbur spoke again, leaning slightly closer so his hot breath brushed Quackitys ear. "How about I come over tonight. Help you fix that problem."

It was more of a statement than a question, not that Quackity minded. He turned a light red as he tried to think of a snarky retort, a bit to slow in responding for Wilbur to jet a chance to speak once more. "I'll come over around 10." With that he walked off in a way that could only be described as sauntering, as if proud of himself. Quackitys wing twitched once again as he glared daggers at Wilbur, returning to work and grabbing the collar of another unlucky employee who wasn't doing anything wrong to yell at them to make himself feel better.

Later that night, as said, there was a knock at the door and Quackity went to open it. He was about to say something but was taken aback as Wilbur walked through the door and shut it himself, looking at Quackity with his head tilted back slightly while he looked down at him, only exaggerating the height difference. He reached out a hand, lifting Quackitys chin only to have Quackity attempt to bite his hand before looking away.

Wilbur, of course, wouldn't stand for this. He grabbed Quackitys chin more roughly this time, holding it in place before backing him up against a wall. He stared at Quackity, saying in a stern tone, "None of that." Quackity then attempted to spit at Wilbur, Wilbur's hand grabbing Quackity by the throat and slamming him back into the wall, enough to leave a bruise and show he wouldn't take any bullshit but not too much to actually hurt Quackity too bad.

Quackity gave a small cough from the hand around his throat but promptly shut up, earning a "Good whore," from Wilbur. Wilbur pressed his lips against Quackitys in a harsh kiss, stepping back and breaking apart to breath. The two continued this on and off rough kissing until they somehow managed to get into Quackitys bedroom, Wilbur pinning Quackity down.

Quackitys hand attempted to shove Wilbur off in an attempt to have some control and instead had his wrist pinned to the bed. "You're going to listen to me, slut, or I'll be less gentle with you."

"I don't give a shit, asshole," Quackity responded and choked out a strangled noise as he was, well, choked. "I said listen," Wilbur said firmly. He took off Quackitys shirt along with his own shirt and trench coat, Quackity once again trying to bite his hand.

"You're pushing it," Wilbur growled, trailing a hand down to in between Quackitys legs. Quackity switched from protesting to instead attempting to take charge, bucking his hips up to grind against Wilbur's clothed now-erection. "You dirty slut. Already a desperate little whore for my dick," he purred in a sultry tone, his hand gripping Quackitys thigh and forcing it back down as he rubbed through Quackitys pants. "Already hard, are you, bitch? From a few words and a bit of force. Pathetic," he taunted, Quackity already biting back quiet noises of desperate pleasure.

"Can't even speak. So needy," he continued to drawl, pulling down Quackitys pants and boxers to his ankles, Quackity arching his back subconsciously to make it easier. He pulled his own length out and removed the remainder of his own clothes, already more than half hard. Quackity stared for a bit longer than he wanted, his eyes flicking up to meet Wilbur's eyes with a forced glower. "You aren't going to add any lube?"

Wilbur responded with a simple, "Didn't bring any. And before you ask, I'm not going to use any if you have some either." Quackitys face turned to a mix of confusion and slight nervousness before contorting in a mask of annoyance to cover it.

"Why? Stupid bitch. It'll be painful for us both if you go in dry," He tried to spit as he glared, his nervousness seeping through his tone. Wilbur's smirk broadened at his reaction, his amusement and satisfaction clear in his tone. "Better get to work using that mouth to get it wet enough, then."

Quackity gave him a pissed off scowl but he complied for his own good, sitting up and moving forward so he was on his hand and knees on the bed in front of Wilbur's now fully erect cock, muttering as he noticed, "And I'm the whore.." before promptly having Wilbur's dick shoved what felt like halfway down his throat. He gagged and Wilbur pulled out enough to at least let him use his tongue, giving a snarky, "I told you to shut up, whore." as he looked at Quackity in amusement.

Quackity didn't answer as he would still like to be able to breathe without being suffocated by a cock in his throat, at least for the moment, proceeding to swirl his tongue around Wilbur's length. Wilbur gave a small groan in pleasure, his hand traveling up Quackitys neck to grab ahold of a few locks of hair, his fingers tangling as he held Quackitys in place so he couldn't go anywhere, not that he was anyway.

Quackity continued to work on Wilbur's cock, slicking it as best he could before pulling off to a displeased Wilbur at the sudden loss of pleasure. Quackity had a small smirk on his face, wincing when Wilbur retaliated by tugging his hair. "Don't be so proud of yourself, slut." he said

Quackity was forced back onto the bed with a sharp exhale of breath as shivers of exhilaration ran down his spine, his legs spread as Wilbur positioned himself to enter Quackity, Quackity giving a huff. "You going to just stand there, dickhead, or are you going to-" He was cut off with a small gasp as his head fell back slightly, his arms struggling to prop himself up. Quackity eventually just retorted to letting himself fall back onto the bed as he clutched the sheets. He managed a shaky "Bitch," before a strangled noise of pain and pleasure came fell from Quackitys mouth as Wilbur slammed further into him the rest of the way, his hips now flush with Quackitys ass.

Quackity bitterly demanded, "Why'd you do that?" As Wilbur moved back out slightly. Wilbur bent down over with a smirk. "I told you, you listen to me or I'll ruin that slutty hole of yours until you can't walk for days, duckling."

Quackity felt another rush of need, of desire. He swallowed a choked back moan as Wilbur began thrusting at a more manageable pace, at very least for the moment. Quackity, ever the brat, found a way to complain. "Seems your threats are empty, Soot. You're moving as slow a- FUCK." Once again caught, not entirely off guard, by Wilbur slamming in roughly and it wasn't entirely unpleasureable either.

Hm, that seemed to shut him up, Wilbur noted. Well, his words anyway.

He pulled out far again, slamming back in as Quackity moaned out in pain and pleasure. "I said listen, now you have to deal with the consequences." Wilbur began to establish a pace. He loved how Quackitys body seemed to be made for him, the way he way splayed out under him with his mouth open as he panted, every moan, whimper and whine falling from his mouth so perfect the way no other would feel. The way he felt good himself and he subconsciously knew a part of him enjoyed giving Quackity the pleasure as well.

Quackitys whines and whimpers and pretty little noises kept falling from his mouth as Wilbur sped up his thrusts, words incoherently falling from his lips. "You- fucking bitch, g-god!" He tried to curse at Wilbur but failed as his body was overcome by pleasure.

Quackity himself loved every moment of this, the way it was Wilbur with his shitty chest and shitty face and shitty smirk that Quackity found so fucking hot, his mind hazy with the pleasure and only needing more of Wilbur's painful thrusts.

At a particularly loud cry, Wilbur knew he had hit Quackitys prostate and continued to abuse that area. Quackity delved into loud moans and even sobs from how rough Wilbur was being, tears streaming down his face as Wilbur absolutely wrecked him. Incoherent babbles fell from his mouth, his face red and hot, hair mussed up as his nails clawed into Wilbur's back. "Little whore, such a cock slut. You're just a fuck toy, isn't that right? A fuck toy, for me and me alone," Wilbur groaned out while he continued to abuse Quackitys prostate. Quackity choked out, "F-fuck off.. Ah! FUCK! Oh god, right there, fuck!"

The combination of the pain and how gorgeous his- Quackity looked under him only made Wilbur more aroused, his breathing growing heavier as he felt his release nearing. He continued slamming into Quackity, Quackity feeling a warmth in his lower stomach as he felt his own release near as well.

After a few more thrusts and words from Wilbur, Quackity managed to cry out, "Close! I'm g-gonna.." Wilbur slammed in even harder, Quackitys back arching as more tears fell from his face. Wilbur felt another stab of pain as Quackitys nails dug further into his skin and he came on his chest, some getting on the bed as he panted heavily.

Wilbur continued roughly using Quackitys ass until he eventually came and rode out his high, pulling out while panting. Both were red faced and exhausted, tears drying on Quackitys ruined face. As the two caught their breath, Wilbur gave a low chuckle and moved to sit on the bed beside him. He sipped his clothes back on, taking a pack of cigarettes out as Quackity did the same and offered him one when they were done.

Quackity snatched the cigarette, muttering, "Fuck you," as he leaned forward to let Wilbur light it, Wilbur not missing a beat. "Pretty sure it was the other way around." Their eyes flicked for a moment before Quackity scoffed and moved back from Wilbur's face to take a drag as they sat in a comfortable silence, taking heavy breaths and the smell of cigarettes mingling with the after scent of sex. When the two had finished their cigarettes, Wilbur placed his in the ash tray and picked up his trench coat.

After he slipped it on, he leaned back down over the bed and gave Quackity a kiss. Not a rough and demanding one, but not a soft and gentle one either. Rather a kiss of claim and passion, the passion that has to come from somewhere other than a simple sex drive, although neither wanted to, or couldn't, read deeper into it. The kiss lasted only a moment but it spoke volumes.

"See you, duckling. Maybe we can do this again," Wilbur half teased. Quackity rolled his eyes, a hint of a genuine smile on his lips. "See you, fucker." As Wilbur walked out, chuckling to himself, Quackity gave a small whisper of, "Bitch," his smile slightly more prominent. One he didn't even know he had, and honestly, didn't care either way.

All he knew is there would definitely be a second time.

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