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will do

— harder kinks like gunplay, blood play, etc.

— pegging

— trans characters, canonical or not (i.e. trans quackity, wilbur, etc.)

— sub / dom quackity

— aus (feel free to get creative, it doesn’t have to stick within lore)

— literally every genre (angst, smut, sfw, fluff, fantasy, etc.), even ones including tentacles

— irl (use common sense for this, it’s obviously not going to include things like minors, deceased people, etc etc. so don’t request for that), qsmp, dsmp, and karmaland (if you have a request for another smp just let me know)

— x reader (female reader, male reader, and ambiguous, he will still be bottom)

— multiple people x quackity

— cnc, somnophilia, etc. 

won't do 

— top quackity

— anything with minors irl and cc

— I will write technoblade’s character, but I will NOT write about him irl

— pregnancy (mentions of it are fine and including the kid is okay as well (for example Tilín), just not the whole pregnancy stage)

— blood related things like inc*st (i.e. cochi, beni, and quackity), pe*ophilia, and other kinks like scat, piss play, bodily odors, etc. 

— beastiality / zoophilia 

— r*pe (the only instance I would include this is if it was requested to have happened in the past and not the time the oneshot takes place) 

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— "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ever since Tilín had passed away Quackity's world had grown dull. The color was sucked out of it and grew replaced with a dark grey scattering over the sky like a rainy day. People had tried comforting him, but he pushed them away. He wasn't ready to let anyone see him as depressed as he was. He was supposed to stay strong no matter what obstacles he went through, so why was it that he couldn't he go a single second without crying? 

Today was no different, he had found himself in a puddle of tears on his dampened bed, his dark hair stuck to his face and face a shade of red. His lips were slightly swollen, choked out sobs falling from him. His heart hurt with a million needles stabbing against it and his body was almost entirely numb from head to toe. Each breath was worse than the last, leaving him in a state of utter denial of what had happened.

Just when he started becoming a better parent, when he was finally growing closer to his sweet, precious little Tilín, she had died. 

Time stopped and he was stuck in a constant state of the moment when he had found out his child passed away being replayed in his head over and over again. He sniffled, his head pounding against him from the constant crying his days were filled with. Slowly sitting up, he looked around at his surroundings with a blurred vision clouded with tears. Wiping at his eyes with curled fists, he set them down at his sides. He needs a distraction and he needs it fast. 

Raising himself up to his feet slowly, he dragged himself over to where he kept his shoes, which was just tossed wherever and kept where it landed. He decided to just keep on the sweater he had put on the other day since he didn't have the energy to do so. Grabbing his wallet, he stuffed it into the pocket of his sweater and made his way out of his house. The slightly chilled air caused goosebumps to arise on his skin, his hair scattering across his face from underneath his beanie. 

The closest bar wasn't too far away, so he didn't mind walking. He could feel a few lingering gazes against that held sympathy, but he didn't bother looking in their direction. He didn't need pity, he didn't need anything from anyone. 

Stopping in front of the bar, he stared at the door, hesitating a little bit before he opened it and stepped inside. There were a few people in the bar, but not too many overall. With hooded eyes, he slowly walked over to the barstools and took a seat. He wiped the bags underneath his eyes, the color within them that used to flash with so much joy now void of any life. Clearing his throat, his voice found its way out of the stuck position within it.

"Can I get a corpse reviver?"

After receiving a nod from the bartender, his eyes trained themselves on the countertop before him, his head moving up when he heard a familiar voice ask for a drink as well. Looking in the direction, Quackity was met by the sight of Slime who seemed just as depressed as he was. His normally smile covered face was wiped entirely clean and replaced with a small frown. He'd heard that he had lost his child as well, but he never asked about it since he knew the wound was still fresh and it would most likely hurt even more. 

Even so, the urge to just be near Slime because he knew he had an idea of what it felt like to lose a child was very prominent. It appeared the same was felt for the other because he soon saw Slime's gaze fall upon him as well. The look on his face was just like the one he had been holding and all it took was a simple look into each other's eyes for a sort of mutual acknowledgment between the two to occur. 

After being handed his drink, Quackity stood up with a deep breath and made his way a couple stools over to where the other had been sitting. Taking a seat right beside him, he didn't say anything and instead lifted his glass to down the drink. A hot pit filled his stomach the second the drink had dropped to the bottom of it, the familiar taste lingering on the tip of his tongue and sticking to his throat like sap. 

Setting the glass down when he was finished, he asked for a refill, his eyes flickering back towards Slime. He knew he needed to talk to someone and get out of the ditch he had fallen into, but at the same time there was a force preventing him from doing so. He didn't want to come off as weak and he definitely didn't want to be vulnerable, but he knew he'd have to let out the pain that dwelled within him to someone. Slime was the perfect person for that and maybe, just maybe they'd be able to lean on each other. 

Nipping at his lower lip, he soon spoke up. 

"Hey," he murmured underneath his breath. It was simple, the simplest thing he could've said, but it managed to start a conversation between the two. 

"Hey, Q. Long time no see, huh?" 

"Yeah, I've just been out of it I guess," he looked up and thanked the bartender when he was handed back the drink. Fingers pressing against the cold glass, he flicked his tongue across his lips that still had some of the drink lingering upon it. Tilting his head back, he started to drink it as fast as he possibly could. He wanted to hurry up and numb the pain, numb it for one more night and be able to sleep without thinking about the fact that what he cared most for was now gone. 

"I get that, it's been..rough," Slime muttered, his voice cracking in the process. He cleared his throat in hopes to prevent any tears from falling further, his eyes red and puffy from the amount that had been running down his cheeks. 

Looking over at him, his heart throbbed at the sight. Slime was in just as much pain as he was and he wished he could've just taken it away for the both of them. 

Whether it was because he was a lightweight so his mind was already growing clouded over or because he needed someone as much as Slime most likely did, he brought himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around the other. He felt his body tense up before slowly relaxing into the touch, a set of arms wrapping back around his own body. 

Slime choked on a quiet sob, his eyes tightly squeezing shut while his fingers gripped hold of Quackity tightly. 

"It hurts, Quackity. It hurts so much," he finally said through slightly gritted teeth. 

"I know, I wish I could take it away for you, I really do," he said while his fingers slowly combed through the other's hair. 

"Does..does it ever go away?" Slime asked, pulling back to look at the shorter man with teary eyes. 

Quackity hesitated, he wished he could tell him that it did, but he didn't even know. Brushing a couple strand of his hair aside, he cupped his cheek.

"I..I don't know, I really don't. I'd like to hope that it will, but honestly the pain probably won't ever fade. You've got me now though, okay? We both need someone right now and we can be that person for each other."

Slowly nodding, the flushed man from the drinks he had stood up. 

"Why don't you come over?" He said while looking down. 

Quackity hiccuped, probably from the alcohol, but it was also a bit of a nervous tick for him. He was slightly worried that it might've been to numb the pain some other way, but he was quickly reassured upon hearing the other's next few words. 

"Just for company. We can watch a movie or try to sleep, but I could use someone by my side right now." 

For the first time in weeks a faint smile had graced Quackity's lips, a very slight piece of the weight that had been hanging over him now lifted up. 

"Yeah, that would be great." 

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— "You all over my skin I’m anxious, paint my body boy, I’ll be your canvas."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The last thing Technoblade had expected to see when he walked through the portal was Quackity smiling as wide as he possibly could surrounded by a group of people who actually seemed to thoroughly enjoy one another's presence. When the other had left, he assumed he'd be just as miserable as he was in their world, but the sight of him giggling alone proved otherwise. The tall hybrid stood still, his gaze suddenly shifting over to the people standing next to him. They all seemed to be just as shocked as he was, but instead of continuing to freeze, they had immediately rushed over to where the shorter man had been. 

"Quackity!" Philza said, a smile forming against his face. 

The man shifted his gaze away from his friends and looked up almost immediately when hearing an oddly familiar voice. The sight caused his heart to thump rapidly against his chest and swell with joy. 

"Phil??" He stood up from his sitting position and looked at him.

"Am I high-" he looked back at Rubius. 

"Did you drug me or some shit?" He asked with squinted eyes.

"Eh? No no-! Why would I?" Rubius looked over at the small group of people that had swarmed around Quackity. 

"Who are they?" He asked with curiosity lacing his voice.

"So..I'm not dreaming, huh," he breathed out slowly before continuing. 

"Before I came here I lived where they did, they're old acquaintances and I actually consider them to be friends." 

Rubius nodded a little, watching Quackity's eyes shift from the widened state full of excitement into a slightly hooded one glinting with something else. He hadn't seen it before so, curiously, he followed the direction he was looking and soon found himself staring at a tall person with long pink hair that was tucked behind a set of pointed ears. His own expression against his face seemed to be dull, lips slightly pursed before he started to make his way forward. 

"What's he doing here?" Quackity asked bluntly, his gaze narrowing further. The two hadn't really ever gotten along. Fights between them were constant and their history wasn't the cleanest. The scar that stretched across his face was given from the piglin hybrid and the memories of him gaining it had never faded away. 

"Techno is sort of the leader of this little group," Nihachu said with a small smile. 

"Right..how did you guys even get here?" 

"It was a mistake, we were trying to test some things out and accidentally built a portal to your world," she rubbed the back of her neck a little bit. 

Shoving his hands into the pocket of his blue sweater, he shuffled a little bit closer to Luzu, his eyes never straying away from the people standing in front of him. 

"Well, it was nice seeing you all."

"But-" Ranboo looked around a little.

"We just got here, Q. Can we stay for a little bit? Y'know, to catch up?" 

Quackity fell silent for a few minutes. He was fine with them being there, but he wasn't fine with Techno being there. The two had some unresolved issues and he really didn't feel like getting into another fight. Those days had almost entirely ceased when he first arrived at Karmaland. 

After a few minutes of thinking about it, he finally spoke up.

"Yeah, sure. Why not." 

He practically snorted at the cheers received by the entire group. Well, all except for one person. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"So, what've you been up to, Q?" Philza asked while taking a small bite of the food he had gotten within one of the restaurants they were all sitting within. 

"Nothing much, to be honest. Just fucking around more often than not and settling in. I've gotten blown up a couple of times," he shot a small glare at Rubius who simply looked away and whistled a little. 

Choking on his food, Philza quickly started patting his chest. 

"I'm sorry-? Blown up?! How the hell are you still alive?" 

"Oh-! Right, there's no uh-" he snapped his fingers, "-limitation for lives here," he said with a small nod. 

"Really?" Nihachu looked at him with slightly widened eyes, earning a nod in response from the man. 

"So out of all the places you could've gone you went somewhere that'll be easy for you?" Techno questioned with a small raise of his brow. 

Quackity set down his glass when hearing the comment, his teeth slightly clenching together and gritting against one another. 

"I went somewhere I thought would be fun, you dumbass," he practically hissed the words out. 

"Don't lie, there's no use in doing so especially around so many people. Even with armor you couldn't defeat me, Quackity," his eyes grew a little narrowed. 

"Do you ever shut the fuck up? Why don't you leave and just let them stay? No one fucking wants you here you dumbass." 

Letting out a laugh, Techno leaned back against the chair and folded his arms against his chest. 

"That's really funny coming from someone who's only been kept around because you'll suck anybodies dick," he turned to face the people sitting beside Quackity.

"Let me guess, he's tried getting with the majority of you guys, right?" Not giving them any time to respond, he continued on while pointing at a guy that was wearing a black hoodie who had his hand gently resting upon Quackity's thigh. 

"It's really fucking pathetic. He's always been so pitiful," he let out a small scoff, though there was more than just anger swirling in his dark eyes. 

"You're not going to come here and say that kind of shit to-" Luzu started off only to get cut off by the younger man abruptly standing up and slamming the palm of his hands against the table. 

"Get your ass outside right now before I slit your goddamn throat," he grit his teeth and walked around the table. Yanking Techno back by his coat, he stormed outside of the restaurant and shoved him as far as he possibly could. 

"What the hell?! You fucking come here and immediately insult me? At least I was trying to hold back my remarks about you!" His chest heaved up and down while he pushed the taller towards one of the tall trees. 

"I thought I was done with your pathetic ass the second I left that goddamn server," he spat the words out, venom laced into each one. 

Technoblade seemed to snap the second he was called pathetic. Grabbing hold of Quackity's throat, he flipped them around and slammed his body against the trunk of the tree. 

"Don't you ever fucking call me pathetic again, got that? I don't want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again," his nails dug against the sides of the shorter's neck. The force caused crescent shapes to form against his skin, drips of red slowly sleeping through. 

Swallowing thickly, Quackity's chest heaved up and down, his skin growing hot to the touch. It was a surprise he hadn't burned the other. The slender hand around his throat caused his head to grow woozy, tongue flicking across his lips. 

"Why? Because you know it's true?" He managed to mutter out while a grin graced his lips. 

Technoblade could feel the other's quickened pulse from underneath his grasp, his hand loosening just a little bit, but staying firm against the other. The air was suffocating him at this point from how thick it had grown between the two and for a split second he had almost found himself getting stranded in the soft eyes that were shooting daggers below him. He hadn't exactly realized just how small Quackity was compared to him until at that very moment.

Eyes looking down at Quackity's lips for a brief second, he listened to the faint hitch in breath coming from the other. 

The sound of a twig snapping caused his hand to drop entirely, body spinning around to look at who was there. 

Ranboo. 

"Is everything fine? I was nominated to come check on you guys," he rolled his eyes with a small tsk. 

Quackity's cheeks were flared with a dark red while he tried catching his breath, the feeling of Techno's hand wrapped around him almost engraved into his mind from the harsh grasp of it. 

"Yeah," he muttered out, "Everything's fine."

"Alright, good. We decided to stay here tonight since it's getting pretty late. Rubius offered to let us stay at his place, but he only has room for a couple, so Philza and Techno will have to stay with you if that's alright." 

Snapping out of his daze, Quackity shot straight up and cleared his throat. 

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll set something up for them."

Trying to avoid the set of eyes he knew were still on him, he continued looking at Ranboo, who nodded in response to what he said before turning around and rushing off to tell everyone he was fine with it. 

Quackity stood as awkward as could be while he tried heavily to not dwell upon what had just occurred between the two. There was always a sort of tension between them, one that he ignored every time it popped up, but it seemed that this time he wouldn't be able to. Deciding he'd still try anyways, he cleared his throat, watching the taller man turn around to look at him. He immediately noticed Techno's eyes stare at his neck intently, most likely looking at the marks he had left. 

The two always played this cat and mouse game, predator and prey, he never outwardly admitted it, but there was a certain thrill about the entire thing that caused his body to melt into molten gold. 

Not saying another word, he brushed past Techno and made his way inside the restaurant again. His eyes skimmed over everyone sitting down at the table, the majority of them looking up immediately when hearing someone else enter.

"Quacks! Are you okay? What happened?" Luzu asked, worry clearly laced in his voice before he had caught sight of his neck.

"Did he do this to you? He needs to leave right fucking now. How can he think-" before he could continue his slight ramble, he had gotten cut off.

"Luzu, it's fine. I've dealt with worse and it's not like he killed me. Besides, I'll just come back from the dead if I were to."

Sighing a little, the brunette simply nodded and brushed a few strands of the younger's hair away from his face. Ever since the two met, he'd grown protective and quite fond over him, so it was only natural for him to hold a bit of a guard up especially around someone who he knew had harmed Quackity. 

"It's been fun meeting you all, but I should get going," Sapo Peta suddenly spoke up while standing up and pushing his chair in.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow, don't get into trouble," he said in a more spaced out tone of voice. 

"I'll take your friends to my house," Rubius motioned at Quackity before pushing in his chair as well. 

"You're fine with those two staying with you?" The bear hybrid had asked, wanting to double check that he was okay with it. 

"Yeah, I'm fine with that. You two follow me," he looked at Philza when speaking. He refused to look at Technoblade, no way in hell was he going to fall for that trap again. Turning around, he headed out of the building and stuffed his hands into his pockets. The tip of his nose had grown red while the hue blossomed across his cheeks from the change of temperature while the twinkling stars that painted the night sky shone down on the three of them. 

He tried not paying attention to the tension surrounding him and the piglin, but it as hard not to. He didn't know what exactly it was, what type at least, but it wasn't anything unnoticeable. Philza had even seemed to notice something was off because within a few more seconds he was chatting up a storm. 

"Where are we going to sleep?" He asked curiously. 

"One of you guys can take my room, I'll sleep on the couch and the other one of you guys can sleep on the far end of the couch. Techno can have my room," he cleared his throat. He did not want to sleep beside that man. 

"Just don't fuck anything up in it or so help me god I'll put your head on my wall." 

"Why don't I just take your room?" Philza questioned with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"I mean, if you're concerned about him messing something up wouldn't it be best that I take it? You can watch him from the living room as well." 

Quackity spared the older man a quick glance and opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to do so due to the deeper voice suddenly interrupting. 

"That works. I'll sleep in the room with Quackity and you take the bedroom," he said, scanning the shorter man that was a couple feet away from him up and down. 

The red marks against the other's tan skin were permanently etched into his head, his mind repeating the way the faint drips of blood had run down his skin smoothly. It was almost shameful of him to the point where he couldn't even admit it to himself, but he wanted to see more. Call him a sick fuck, but when he swung his pickaxe against his skin and saw him lying on the ground bleeding, he had sworn to himself that he'd never seen anything as beautiful.

Quackity was attractive, he knew that, but he always looked so pretty when he was covered in bruises that were stained against his soft skin. 

Following in after the other two men, he shut the door behind him and looked around at the other's house. 

"It doesn't look like shit in here, good job."

Scoffing, Quackity rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Just lay down or some shit. Phil, my room is down the hall to your right." 

"Thanks, Q, I'll see you tomorrow. It was really good seeing you again," he gave him a quick hug before heading in the direction Quackity had told him to. 

Kicking off his shoes and setting them aside, Quackity slipped off his suspenders and unclasped them from his black jeans, reaching forward to set them down upon the coffee table. He tossed Techno a blanket and pillow that was already on the couch, soon sitting down on the opposite end with a faint huff after he had turned the lights off. He didn't plan on making small talk whatsoever, but then he heard it, that annoying voice. 

"You're ignoring me." 

Looking over, he saw the pink-haired man staring directly at him. His eyes were a bit hooded, his expression almost similar to that of someone who had died and been resurrected. The light shining through his window had hit his paler complexion and caused it to perfectly contrast against his long hair, his lips curling into the faintest grin. 

"What?"

"You're ignoring me, don't play dumb, Quackity. You're a lot of things, but you're not dumb."

"Gee thanks, am I supposed to be flattered?" He scoffed. 

"Not necessarily, but it's pretty pathetic that you're running away from your little issues."

Sitting up straight, Quackity turned around so his legs were hanging off the side of the couch.

"Would you just shut the hell up? What's pathetic is the fact that you seem to follow me around everywhere like a fucking lost puppy," he snapped. 

"Believe me, if I could end you right now without you coming back, I would," he stood up and walked a couple steps forward. 

"You wouldn't, wanna know why?" Quackity stood up and filled the gap between the two. 

"Because you get off on this sort of shit."

Techno's eyes widened a little, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

"What was that?"

"You heard me. You. Get. Off. On. This." 

The room seemed to fall silent almost immediately, the only thing audible being their breathing. Quackity could feel hot fanning against his skin, the scent of the other's cologne encircling him and wrapping around his neck. 

Before anything else could be said between the two, Techno wrapped his arm around the others back while using his other hand to swiftly pull out his switchblade that was tucked into his pocket. Giving it a quick flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold blade against Quackity's throat. 

"Say that again, one more time for me," he practically purred the words out, his fingers tightly gripping at the side of the younger's waist. 

Swallowing thickly, Quackity's pulse thumped against his neck from the cold sensation pressed against it, the feeling of the sharp edge causing goosebumps to arise and spread throughout his entire body. Lips pressing firmly shut, he shook his head, earning a laugh that had caused his knees to nearly buckle. 

"And why not? You seemed so cocky before," he pressed the blade further, the faintest cut appearing in the process. 

The second it had made the mark, a faint whimper had formed in the back of Quackity's throat, causing Technoblade to nearly fumble with the weapon.

"Oh? You like being hurt? You like being my prey, Quackity? You're so fucking stupid. I bet you'd let me kill you if it meant you got the faintest bit of pleasure." 

"No," he managed to fumble out. One little word had seemed to take him forever to muster out. 

Moving the knife down, he dragged it across his skin, slowly making his way to his collarbone and gently moving it across. 

Breath hitching, Quackity winced a little from the problem that had grown in his pants. It seemed he wasn't alone, because as soon as Techno was close enough, he felt something hard press against his thigh. 

Eyes widening, he flicked his tongue across his slightly dry lips.

"You're fucking hard," he blurted out, partially in shock and partially amused. 

Grazing his fingers up Quackity's back, he seemed to dance them across his skin before he had reached his neck. Moving up a tad bit further, his fingers found their way into the other's soft hair, his hand slipping underneath his beanie and tugging on the dark, fluffy locks. 

A sharp pain coursed throughout Quackity from the harsh tug, a whine emitting from his soft lips. 

"It's funny how you're trembling from a few simple touches and yet you're trying to mock me. You know, you have quite the mouth on you. You need to learn when to shut the hell up." 

"What's your point?" He retorted back quickly. 

"My point is," Techno started off slowly before shoving Quackity down by his hair onto his knees. 

"We need to find a way to teach you how to keep quiet." 

He closed the switchblade briefly and tossed it onto the couch, his eyes returning to the smaller man looking up at him. God, he wanted to wreck him. 

"And what do you propose that is, hm? Because I can assure you your...shortcomings aren't going to affect me much." 

Moving one of his legs forward, Techno applied pressure on the other's erection, earning a sharp gasp in return.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" 

When he didn't get a response, he scoffed. 

"Jesus christ. All bark and no bite, guess that fits out though. Now, put that mouth to use, hm?" 

Nipping his inner cheek, Quackity's fingers worked to pull down Technoblade's zipper before he hooked them the belt loops of his pants. Shuffling so he was sitting up on his knees as far up as he possibly could, he finally pulled his pants down. Leaning forward, he nudged his tongue out and dragged it across the noticeable bulge within Techno's black briefs. 

Shuddering, the older combed his fingers in Quackity's hair once more, gently massaging his head a little. 

"Fuck- don't you dare tease me or so help me god." 

A small giggle had fallen from the person below him, but he had nonetheless obliged with his words and instead pulled down his briefs. The second he had done so, his eyes widened a little upon seeing his length. He had always made comments about how he bet he was small and that he couldn't satisfy anyone, but Techno was far from small. He didn't have a monster cock, obviously, but he was bigger than Quackity had seen before.

His mouth practically watered at the sight of his shaft, another tug of his hair causing him to inch forward. Finally, almost as if reading Techno's mind that was practically screaming for him to hurry the fuck up, he parted his lips and swiped his tongue across the head of his cock abruptly. His tongue moved on the slit, dragging down to graze every inch he possibly could. Working his head back up, he pressed kisses here and there, his mouth wrapping around him. 

Techno inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening in the other's soft hair. His cock throbbed upon feeling Quackity slowly push his head down around his shaft, the warmth of his mouth engulfing him. 

"Fuck- guess I found a good use for your mouth, hm?"

Quackity stuttered around his cock from the words alone, a faint whine escaping him. Puffing out his cheeks, his jaw opened further the more he pushed his head down. The second the tip hit the back of his throat he gagged around him, spit coating him in the process. Reaching up, he gripped the base with his hand, gently twisting it. Pulling his head back, he pumped him up and down before dipping his head back. 

Techno's thighs shook a little while he looked down at the smaller man. A shaky groan fell from his parted lips, his eyes locking onto the teary ones below him. Without giving him a warning, he thrusted his hips forward, hitting the back of Quackity's throat while he choked on his cock. Not giving him a moments rest, he shoved his head down, burying his face down. 

"Shit-!" He bit his lower lip, his cheeks growing flushed, cherry blossoms blooming across his face. 

Tears began falling down Quackity's cheeks, his throat growing sore from the rough hits to the back of it. He tried his best to breathe through his nose, feeling his cock slip down the back of his throat, his teeth grazing his skin in the process. Quickly tucking his slightly swollen lip underneath them, inaudible noises were the only things falling from him from the rough fucking. His mouth grew sore due to the stretch, his throat growing raw in the process. 

"God- I'll h-have to do this more often-" he muttered underneath his breath, his hips continuing to move quicker while a hot pit formed in his stomach. 

"Fuck fuck fuck-!" Shoving Quackity's head down once more, he came down his throat with a shudder. 

Feeling his warm, salty cum hit the back of his throat and run down, he tried his best to swallow every last bit while the taller man kept his shaft in him to force him to swallow it. His head suddenly got pulled away while his semen dropped out of the corners of his mouth. Immediately gasping for his breath, his cheeks were flushed and lips parted. Holding onto his throat, he tried croaking out a sentence, but was unable to do so. 

Technoblade looked down at him, his cock already twitching at the sight of him looking so wrecked. Pulling him up by his hair, he bent down and immediately took the other in for a deep kiss, the taste of his own cum hitting his tongue. 

Whimpering, Quackity gripped hold of the other's white blouse, his legs trembling. Once the taller man had pulled away, he looked up at him, heavy pants escaping his mouth. He nearly whimpered upon feeling his thumb run across his plush lower lip, the other's deep voice almost sending him over the edge. 

"I should've put you in your goddamn place a long time ago. Strip." 

Taking a few steps back, he folded his arms over his chest and watched the shorter fumble to unbutton his shirt. The second he saw his bare skin Techno had to refrain from marking him right then and there. He wanted to bruise him, to leave marks that would stay there for weeks so if anyone were to even try to fuck him they'd have to look at it. He watched Quackity intently, the other man soon working to get his pants down. He stopped at his boxers, causing a small sigh to escape from the older.

"Those too. Come on, don't be shy."

Looking down at his boxers, Quackity pulled them down, embarrassment coursing throughout his entire body from the intent gaze coming from Technoblade. Watching the taller man approach him, he let out a soft squeak the second he felt a set of cold hands wrap around his slim waist. 

"You're such a fucking slut, you know that, right? Got down on your knees for me so easily after you were running that pretty little mouth of your's."

"Shut the hell up you fucking bitch," Quackity grumbled out. 

"What was that?" Technoblade shot him a glare and pulled back his hand, coming down against his ass with a harsh slap. 

Watching the younger's back arch while a moan fell from his lips, he scoffed.

"Jesus christ, you actually like that? You're such a pathetic whore," he flipped him over and pushed his upper body down onto the couch, keeping the other's ass in the air and feet planted on the floor. His hand grazed hold of the plump ass beneath him, fingers gently brushing across one of his cheeks. 

"No wonder why people were always so eager to fuck you."

Quackity jolted at the touch, shakily breathing at his words.

"I bet you like that, hm? Like being used like a good-for-nothing cockwhore? That's all you are, Quackity. You're just a slut to be passed around." 

"N-No-" he whined a little bit, jerking forward when feeling another slap against his ass, already feeling the red handprints form across it. 

"Then why are you hard, little duck?" 

Quackity's cheeks flushed with pure embarrassment, but thankfully the color was unable to be seen due to his face being buried against the cushion of the couch. 

"That's what I thought," Technoblade muttered. Placing two of his fingers into his mouth, he sucked on them for a couple of seconds, his tongue flicking across them to get them wet. Once he pulled them out, he moved his hand down to the younger's entrance, his index finger slowly circling the rim. He watched Quackity's thighs tense up and shake from the feeling, a faint grin forming across his own lips. Slowly pushing his finger in, he almost immediately felt his hole tightening around it. 

"You gotta loosen up if you want it to be easy," he said while using his other hand that was holding onto Quackity's hip to rub gentle circles against him.

Whimpering a little, he tried his best to loosen up around him, soon feeling another finger push inside. Choking on a gasp, he felt Technoblade start twisting them a little to loosen him up further. Curling his index and middle finger, Techno slowly pushed them in further, earning a sharp gasp. 

"Mm-! F-Fuck-" Quackity trembled a little, his back arching when he suddenly felt his fingers finally push against that special bundle of nerves. Gripping onto the fabric of the couch, he whined, causing the motion to abruptly stop, hot breath soon fanning against his neck. 

"Don't be loud, Quackity. You don't want Philza to hear you whining like a pathetic bitch, do you?" 

Hearing those words, the younger man's hips bucked a little, earning a laugh in response. 

"You really are a fucking slut. Should've known. That's fine, makes it more fun for me." 

He moved his fingers back before pushing them back inside, twisting them in the process. Spreading them apart, he rubbed them gently back and forth, eagerly taking in every small noise that was falling from the man beneath him. 

Bucking backwards, Quackity desperately started to rut against his fingers. 

"Close- 'm close-" he choked out. 

"Don't think so," he said while suddenly yanking his fingers out. 

Holding onto his cock, he ran the head across Quackity's hole, slowly pushing it inside. The second he started to, warmth wrapped around his cock, causing a groan to fall from his lips. 

"Fuck- you're so fucking tight."

Wincing from the stretch, Quackity looked back at Technoblade with teary eyes.

"G-Give me a minute-" he gasped out.

Stopping his movement, Techno gently brushed his hand across Quackity's ass, running it up to gently rub at his back. As soon as he saw the younger nod his head, he gripped hold of both his hips and slowly pushed the rest of the way inside. When he had bottomed out, his entire body shuddered from the tight feeling around him. Peering through strands of his pink hair that had fallen over his eyes, he slowly pulled back out and slammed his way back inside. 

"F-Fuck~!" Quackity's knees nearly buckled, whining loudly when feeling his head get gripped at and pulled back. His body got pulled back in the process, Techno's hand dropping to wrap around his wrists while his other one reached up to smack over the other's mouth. Bringing his lips next to his ear, he slowly spoke up.

"If you don't keep it down I'm just going to let everyone hear you." 

Quackity's eyes fluttered shut from the feeling of Techno slamming inside him, his cock perfectly hitting his prostate and filling him to the brim. 

"Mngh-!" Pleasure coursed throughout his entire body and sent shudders down his spine. Feeling his cock drag across his walls, he let out a whine from underneath his hand. 

"You should've g-gotten this sooner-" Techno grunted out. 

"-put you in your fucking place. You're a goddamn cockwhore, bet you're just waiting for the next dick to go in you."

Pulling his hand away from Quackity's mouth, he reached forward to grab the switchblade. Drool dripped down the younger's soft lips while he flicked his wrist to get the blade out. Bringing it to Quackity's side, he pressed it against him, pushing it down enough for blood to be drawn. 

"Y-You feel so good- I'm gonna cum- 'm so close I-" he panted the words out underneath his breath. 

Making another mark on Quackity's skin, blood dripping down his side and running across his skin. Dropping the blade, he reached forward and gripped hold of Quackity's hard cock, pre cum leaking from the tip. 

"I don't think so, you're not gonna fucking cum yet." 

Looking back at him with pleading eyes, Quackity sniffed a little bit, watching as he swiped his fingers across the blood and brought it to his own lips to flick his tongue across it. 

"No no no- please-" he was reduced to whines and whimpers from each hit against his prostate. 

"Please what?" Technoblade practically cooed. 

"L-Let me cum- please? God Techno- please please please." 

Quackity desperately bucked back, his shorter stature shooting forward from each buck of Technoblade's hips, shoving himself further inside. Noticing him fumbling with his hands, the taller man reached down and gently intertwined their fingers. 

"Go ahead and cum, pretty," he murmured beside his ear, gently pressing kisses against his cheeks, his black hair sticking to his head. 

With a loud moan, Quackity came, not bothering to even complain about the fact that some of it got on his couch. Heavy pants fell from Techno's lips, his own hips trembling while they smacked against his reddened ass. 

"Fucking christ- I'm gonna breed you, little duck. Is that what you want, hm?" 

"S-Shit- yes- h-haah~ wanna be b-bred by you," he cried out, tears streaming down his face. 

"I don't think you do."

"No no no- god I do, please- please I want you to breed me so badly." 

"You wanna carry my babies, hm, sweetheart?" 

Almost choking on a sob at the sweet name, he nodded his head, feeling the other release his cum deep inside with one final harsh thrust. Riding out his orgasm, he rolled his hips slowly into his body, soft praises falling from his lips.

"Such a good boy, did so good for me. I'm so proud of you, little duck," he rubbed soothing circles against his side. 

Slowly pulling out, he watched his cum seep out of Quackity's hole. Reaching down, he picked the smaller up.

"Where's the bathroom?" He whispered softly.

"D-Down the hall and to the left," he motioned with his hand, his other arm wrapping around Techno's neck. 

Nodding a little, the taller man made his way in the direction he had been told to go. Heading down the hall with slightly shaky thighs, he opened the door and walked through, shutting it behind him. Gently carrying Quackity to the bathtub, he set him down inside of it. Turning on the water, he used his wrist to test it to make sure it was warm enough. Once it was, he plugged the tub and got inside in front of him once it was filled, facing the other man. 

Bringing Quackity close, he guided his head onto his chest, gently rubbing his back. 

"You did such a good job for me," he murmured to the younger. 

Nuzzling against him, Quackity's eyes fluttered shut with pure exhaustion, feeling as the other man started to wash his body softly. He was so tender and caring which caused a set of butterflies to swarm in his stomach before he had slowly drifted off to sleep, entirely oblivious to the fact that a little while later he'd find out he was pregnant. 

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— "I think you can do much better than me, after all the lies that I made you believe."

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Ever since the election was stolen right from his grasp Quackity and Luzu hadn't seen eye-to-eye. In fact, all the romantic feelings and even sexual tension had almost entirely vanished. The duck was hurt to say the least. How could he just take that away from him?

He was heartbroken.

Someone he trusted so, so much, someone who he had even asked to help him with it turned his back and betrayed him. That couldn't be forgiven, he wouldn't forgive him, and it hurt even worse because of how much he cared for the older man. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved him. 

His days since then have been filled with misery and hatred, he wanted nothing more than revenge, but he also wished that this was all just one big dream he could wake up from. That one day he'd open his eyes and see the brunette right beside him, sitting against a tree while he read a book to pass the time. 

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Sitting up in bed with a sigh, he combed a hand through his hair, looking through a set of hooded eyes. His normal eye bags were deepened and more prominent from his lack of constant sleep as of late. The duck hybrid slowly got up from his bed, leaning his head back with a groan. Jesus christ. He would've probably laid back down had there not have been a knock on his door. 

Dragging himself out of his bedroom, he made his way to the front door, opening it up. He squinted upon seeing a tall man standing in front of him. 

"Sapo Peta," he sighed a little and leaned his face against the door. 

"What're you doing here?" He asked, clearly exhausted. 

"Quackity," the older man said softly. 

"There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about. Do you think you could get ready and meet me at the bar in about half an hour?" 

Eyeing him a little, the shorter shrugged, tucking his wings together.

"Yeah, sure. Why not," he shut the door with a sigh when he watched him walk away. 

Turning on his heels, he made his way back into his bedroom, getting undressed after he grabbed his outfit. Slipping on the long sleeved white button up, he wrapped a long, purple bow tie around his neck, tying it together. Pulling up his black pants that had a chain attached to one side, he tucked his shirt inside after buttoning them. Wrapping around the darker purple belt corset around his waist, he slipped on his sombrero, putting on his purple blazer after. 

Once he had slipped on his shoes, the duck hybrid grabbed hold of his gun and slipped it close to his side. He headed out of his room, making the way to the front door and exiting. After he passed through the spike gate of his home, he shut it behind him, stuffing his hands in his pockets and starting to walk to the bar.

He didn't even know why the older had wanted to meet up with him in the first place, but he supposed it couldn't hurt. It's not like he was even busy, he had spent most of his days either sleeping or going batshit crazy. Hell, he had even held Luzu at gunpoint several times. The threat of being banned from the city, but the older man had never followed through. 

Smelling the cold, fresh air, his eyes almost fluttered shut from the relaxing weather. He had always enjoyed the cold a lot more than warmer weather. 

Passing through the soft, green grass, he came to a halt in front of the bar. Opening the door, he walked inside, the sight of the large man coming into view almost immediately. Approaching him at the countertop, he sat down on a barstool, looking over at him while folding his arms on it and leaning forward. 

"Hey, what did you need?" He asked softly.

"It's about you and Luzu." 

Scoffing, Quackity looked away, his hair covering his eyes.

"What about him?" 

"I think you two should talk about everything." 

"No thanks, I'm good. I don't ever want to see that rat again." 

"Quackity," he sighed a bit and looked over at him. 

"No, Sapo Peta, I'm not going to. Now, do you want a drink? It's on me." 

Lips pursing, the bigger man thought for a minute, trying his best to come up with an idea on how to get the two together. He was always trying to set them up, they were the perfect match, after all. 

"I'm fine, I do have another thing you can do for me though."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" 

"Can you head over to my house and bring over some emeralds?"

Eyeing him a little, Quackity shrugged. There wasn't any harm in that.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" 

He ordered himself a drink, watching the other get up and walk away. Once he had been passed his glass, he quickly downed it, a burning sensation coursing down his throat and forming a hot pit in his stomach. He didn't even really like to drink, he just wanted to drown away his sorrows. 

After finishing it, he flicked his tongue across his lips and muttered a small thank you. Turning on his heels, he headed to the front door and opened it, walking outside with a small huff. Thankfully, the other's house wasn't that far. Before he could even get too far, however, a ringing sound hit his ears. He quickly covered them, a white flash covering his sight. 

What the-  

He shut his eyes tightly, only opening them when the light had finally faded away and a darkness settled open. His eyes soon readjusted to the change of lighting, looking around. He looked around, finding himself in a room. 

Where the hell were the doors? 

Taking in the sight more, he noticed several very, very weird things: two poles were on each side of the room, a large bed was against one of the walls, and paintings of oddly familiar people were all across the walls. Before he could say anything else, a voice spoke up, causing his entire body to freeze in place. 

"Quacks?" 

Turning around slowly, anger flooded throughout him at the sight of the man.

"Luzu," his fists curled up into balls before he quickly pulled out the gun from his side and pointed it at the brunette. 

"What the fuck did you do?!" 

"Quackity, I didn't-"

He shot the wall beside the other, watching him quickly move away so he wouldn't get shot. 

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!" 

"Jesus christ- can you be quiet for one second? Put the gun down," Luzu snapped back.  

The duck hybrid's chest heaved up and down, his jaw clenching and teeth gritting. He kept his gun pointed at the taller still, but he motioned at him so he knew he could speak.

"I didn't do this, why would I?" 

"Because you're a fucking rat. A slimy weasel that stole the election from me!" He walked towards one of the walls, taking a closer look at the paintings. 

"Is that you? Is that us?" He started shooting at the paintings, irritancy coursing throughout his entire body. 

"What the fuck is this you bastard?" 

"Quackity!" Luzu yelled, causing the shorter to spin around, his face red from anger. 

Before either of them could say another word, a voice suddenly boomed throughout the room. 

I brought you guys here to mend things with one another. Until you get all things out in the open you won't be freed.

"The hell is this.." Quackity muttered. 

He went to go sit down on the bed, immediately sinking against the mattress. Folding his hands together, he looked down, a sigh falling from him. He didn't want to be in this situation to say the least. 

"Quackity," Luzu placed his hands on his hips and started pacing back and forth around the room. 

"Don't talk to me," he said through gritted teeth.

"You stole what I had been working for for months! I don't want to fucking hear you!" 

"I did it for your own good, Quackity. I didn't want what happened to me happen to you!" 

Quackity shot his head up, looking at Luzu. He opened his mouth, getting ready to speak again when the brunette continued. 

"I did it for you, Quacks. Do you think I wanted this to happen? Do you think I wanted to go back to the fucking office? It fucked me up, I didn't want it to happen to you too. You think I don't miss you? All I do is miss you. Day and night I'm thinking about you. I told myself I wouldn't miss you, but I remember what it feels like to be right beside you. You deserve better than me, Quackity, and maybe- maybe that's the only thing that'll help us move on." 

Standing up, Quackity looked at Luzu, his soft eyes slightly widening.

"What're you saying?"

The older inhaled sharply, his heart stinging from his next few words.

"I'm saying that I think it's time we both moved on- or at least tried to." 

The last remaining pieces of his world that were still together had finally crumbled entirely. He wanted to move on? Even if he never outwardly admitted it, he hadn't actually fully moved on from him. 

"Fine. You want us to move on? I'll move on entirely since that's what you want," he brushed past him, tears glossing over his eyes.

"Quacks, I'm not-"

"-doing this to hurt me, I know. Isn't that what you always say?" He interrupted, turning around to face him. 

Before Luzu could say anything else, just as he reached out to pull the duck close the white flash came back, the loud ringing hitting his ears. The next thing he knew he was back where he had been when he was brought to the room: standing all alone in his home, left to his thoughts about the younger and how much he missed him. 

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I’m bored so if anyone wants to do a Luckity, Rubckity, or Pumpkinduo rp comment 🫵 I’ll be Q,, another pairing is fine by me as well. This is temp btw.

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I’m thinking of basing it off of the song who is she, more specifically the lyrics “oh, who is she? a misty memory, a haunting face, is she a lost embrace?”

I’m wanting Quackity to be the person the singer is referring to and I’m thinking of it being Karmaland based, possibly with the pairing Luckity (this is up for debate). Maybe something that has both karmaland and dsmp combined?? I don’t really know for sure, so comment some ideas!!

Edit: I do have a very basic idea ^^ I was thinking that it might have something to do with Luzu seeing a photo of him (or someone else from another universe, maybe Q is in the other one and one of them sees the photo?? I really can’t decidedjfn) and feeling like he knows him, but not being able to actually remember him. It could have something to do with the entire memory being erased situation (maybe??). Or perhaps Quackity passed away and it has smth to do w that!

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─ "Sugar, you've got my head spinning more than you know." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Quackity had had feelings for Schlatt for quite some time, it wasn't much of a secret and anyone with eyes could see it. Schlatt flirted with his Vice, he was an attractive young man and besides, what was the harm in it? Sure, it was a bit fucked up considering he had no personal feelings for the younger and was instead just using the entire ordeal to boost his own ego for fun.

Right? 

The President had been signing off some papers in his office, skimming each one briefly. A banquet was coming up soon and although he wasn't someone who fancied them much, it was going to be highly beneficial. Hopefully, it could end with some more allies and tie up loose ends. The sound of the door opening followed by dress shoes hitting the marble floor filled the room, but he didn't bother looking up from the stack of papers. There were still far too many to go over and he already knew who was there.

"What is it, Quackity?"

The ravenette stood still, clearing his throat while his soft eyes remained trained upon the older man before him.

"Are you going to want any sort of outfit made for the banquet?"

"No, I already have one that has been tailored to fit. Now, is that all or can you hurry up and take your leave?" His voice was monotone with a bit of a rough edge to it, his painfully stone-cold face unable to paint any sort of picture as to whether or not he was pissed off or in his usual mood.

Eyebrows knitting together for a split second, Quackity took in a deep breath, he didn't want to get into an argument with his boss over the way he had spoken to him. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence and the many times he did snap it ended in a tiring fight between the two.

"I have a date for it so I won't be able to be by your side more than necessary this time."

The President's hand stopped writing, his grip tightening for a brief second. Quackity could've sworn that for a split second his entire expression changed, but then Schlatt returned back to his usual demeanor.

"Who is it you'll be seeing?" He asked, voice seemingly unamused and disinterested.

Clearing his throat, the duck hesitated for a split second.

Fuck.

He was really hoping he wouldn't ask that out of all things.

"Wilbur," he said after a couple of seconds once he found his voice once more.

This time, instead of giving off a small reaction, Schlatt's entire head shot up. His lips tightened, hand dropping down the pen entirely. Leaning back against his chair, his dark, red eyes pierced straight through his Vice.

"Let me get this straight, you're going on a date with *Wilbur?* The person I was up against in the elections?"

"Well yes, but I think this might be very beneficial. He asked me out to this entire thing, so I mean that shows he's not entirely upset about what happened."

"He asked you out?" Schlatt repeated, almost not believing the words.

"Out of nowhere?" He continued.

"Not exactly out of nowhere, but kind of."

"Quackity, you are not going to the banquet with him as a date."

The duck stared, remaining silent for a few seconds. Then, he let out a laugh. He fucking laughed.

How could he not?

The fact that Schlatt told him he *wasn't* going to do something that didn't have to do with his own Vice Presidency or even Schlatt's Presidency was comedic.

"I'm an adult, Schlatt. I'm going to the banquet with him and honestly I don't see why you think you can tell me otherwise. You obviously weren't going to ask me, so why should I wait for something that's not going to happen instead of accepting it when it was asked?"

"Alexis, I don't want you going to this with him," the taller man stood up and walked around his desk, looking down at the duck. Irritancy was slowly bubbling within him and honestly, he didn't really know why. Normally, he wouldn't have given two fucks about he went with. Maybe it was because it was Wilbur out of all people, his political enemy. That had to have been it, it had to have.

"Well tough. I'm going with him and that's final. I'm not going to be persuaded out of this."

Before anything else between the two could be said, Quackity turned on his heels and walked out of the office immediately, his heart pounding against his chest even after he shut the wooden door behind himself.

Schlatt couldn't help but just stare at the now shut door, his gaze remaining fixated for several minutes in slight shock. That was the last thing he was expecting when the duck had made his way into his office. Quackity rarely ever went against what he was saying and he in no way shape or form ever thought that he'd go out with fucking Wilbur. An odd feeling was swarming in his gut, one that he tried pushing aside, but was having a terribly hard time doing so.

Taking in a deep breath, the ram slowly exhaled and approached one of his cabinets. Opening the glass door up, he pulled out a bottle of liquor and grabbed one of his glasses. Setting it down on his desk, he unscrewed the top and poured a little bit of the drink into the glass before securing the lid back on and letting it rest back in its place. Sitting down on his chair, he looked at his filled cup, his ring making a bit of a tapping noise against it.

Fucking hell, he didn't like this one bit. The odd feeling in his gut was only growing with each passing second and the one way he knew how to drown it out was through drinking. So, that's exactly what he did. It always started with one, but just like usual it ended it much more than that. By the time the President was actually done, his cheeks were flushed along with the tip of his nose, head leaned back against his chair.

He'd had drinks over many things, ranging from losing a business deal to just for the hell of it, but this time it was different. This time it was because of a certain duck and emotions that he didn't want to try to dissect.

Why should he?

Schlatt wasn't the best at expressing himself and that was clearly noticeable. Up until this point he had considered Quackity to be nothing more than his Vice who he could fuck around with when bored. At least that's what he thought.

"Fucking Wilbur," he grumbled, wiping his mouth. Tongue flicking across his lips, his body swayed, his surrounding areas slowly turning darker and darker until it finally all went pitch black.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Quackity looked at himself in his mirror, trying to decide on whether or not he did want to wear the outfit he had on. It was nice, really nice, but it wasn't something he'd ever worn before. The color alone was something he never touched, it was red.

Blue had always been his thing, black and purple on occasions as well, but never red. Did Wilbur even like red? He honestly couldn't remember, he had just really wanted to wear it. His mind briefly flashed to Schlatt, red was his favorite color.

Scoffing, the duck tried brushing it aside. His fingers briefly grazed the red blouse he had, turning around and walking over to his bed. Unbuttoning his suit, he slipped his blazer off and placed his white button up on top of it. Kicking off his shoes, his black dress pants soon met the rest of his clothes that he had placed down. Quackity put on the silk, v neck blouse with the end of the long, loose sleeves cuffed at his wrists. Reaching up, his hands worked to wrap a silk bow tie around his neck, tying the long ends together in a loose set of bunny ears.

Pulling up black dress pants that flared out a little at the bottom of the pant legs. Buttoning it, the bottoms were fitted against his waist. After zipping it up, he tucked in the blouse and wrapped a black waist corset around himself to finish off the outfit. Buttoning it, he slipped on black dress shoes that had a bit of a heel underneath them that boosted him up slightly in height.

Turning around, he walked over to his mirror and looked at himself. It didn't look that bad, to be honest; a small smile flickered its way onto his lips upon noticing. Taking off his beanie, he combed a finger through his hair and fluffed it up a little before putting it back on. Taking in a deep breath, he made sure he had everything on him, including a small notebook and pen in case he'd have to write anything down for Schlatt. He was always on the job, but that's what he got for being Vice President. Spraying some cologne on himself, he walked out of his bedroom and headed towards the front door, walking out. Thankfully, his home wasn't too far from the White House, he had to be close so he could be on call for Schlatt.

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Schlatt groaned to himself a little bit, his head was pounding and he honestly just wanted to sleep. He couldn't though, unfortunately, but he supposed that's what he got for drinking a lot again. Adjusting his tie, he pulled the sleeves of his red blazer and raked a hand through his hair. Watching one of the servers pass by with a silver platter and some champagne filled glasses on it, he reached over and took one, quickly downing it and setting it back on the plate afterwards.

His attention was turned to a businessman that had approached him, his voice snapping the ram hybrid out of his thoughts.

"This looks amazing. Who decorated it? I might have to hire them for an event I'm holding soon."

"Quackity did it with some designers he hired, you'll have to ask him," speaking of, where was Quackity?

His red eyes moved away from the brunette standing beside him, scanning the large room to try and find him.

"I see, I'll definitely have to ask him. Thanks for inviting me to this, the food here is delicious."

"Oh yeah, of course. We do have to discuss somethin' though," he looked back at the man.

"What's that?" The brunette took another sip of the drink he'd been holding in his hand.

Lips parting, Schlatt was about to answer him, but then he saw Quackity. His eyes widened a little, his throat immediately growing dry. Damn, he looked nice. Then again, he always did. He'd always been able to pull off anything, even that damn beanie suited him in that moment despite the rest of his outfit. A tiny, fond smile made its way to his lips without him noticing, though it immediately faded once a certain brunette approached the shorter. Wilbur.

His teeth gritted against one another and his jaw instantly clenched tightly within his mouth, watching the Brit slide an arm around Quackity.

"You doing alright?" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Schlatt looked at the man in front of him and cleared his throat. Right, he'd been talking to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit distracted. Where was I?"

"You mentioned that we had to discuss something. We can always come back to this, I need another drink anyways."

"That would be great, thank you," he cleared his throat. Watching the man nod, he waited until he had walked away, he took in a deep breath. He tried finding Quackity, but it took a little longer for him to find him this time since he had seemed to go elsewhere. Then, in the center of the ballroom, he spotted the ravenette. He couldn't see much of him because other people were standing close to him. So, assuming that he might've been by himself, hopefully, he walked over to him. Stopping in his place about halfway there, he felt irritancy boil within him at the sight of Wilbur's arms wrapped around him, guiding his body closer to his own.

He took in a deep, trying to remain grounded, but he'd never been the best at keeping his cool. He didn't know why he was so upset, Quackity was an adult, but the thought of him dancing with someone, especially Wilbur, made him pissed off to say the least. Clearing his throat, he rolled his shoulders back. He would've just walked away to try and calm himself down, but then he saw Wilbur's hand dip down further and slide closer to his ass. Walking over to the two, he stood beside them, his red eyes piercing into Wilbur.

"Long time no see, Schlatt," the brunette said, keeping an arm securely wrapped around Quackity's waist, looking over at the ram with an exhausted sigh.

Schlatt immediately took note of the way Quackity's body seemed to tense up and grow rigid, his eyes looking everywhere *except* the man in front of him.

"Do you need something?" The shorter asked, his voice clearly bitter, but he was trying his best to remain polite since Schlatt was his boss.

"Can I talk to you in private, Alex?"

Looking over at Wilbur, Quackity turned his attention back to Schlatt after the brunette had given him a small shrug.

"Five minutes," he said. Moving away from Wilbur, he followed Schlatt to a bit of an isolated spot.

"What is it?"

"Listen, sugar, I don't want you dancin' with him," the ram hybrid said, looking down at the duck before him.

Eyebrows knitting together, Quackity scoffed.

"Of course you don't. Do you have any reason as to why you don't?"

Schlatt's lips parted and for once he was struggling to find his words. He reached up and rubbed at his face, running a hand down it with a groan.

"No, I don't, Alex. It just makes me feel fuckin' off. Don't be with him."

There was a softening of his voice very briefly, one Quackity had only heard on rare occasions. Schlatt had always been too stubborn to actually ask something instead of just telling someone, so the gentleness was the closest thing he would get to it. God dammit. Quackity found himself looking away briefly and taking in a deep breath, slowly exhaling after a couple of seconds.

"Fine. Happy?"

A weight of relief was instantly lifted off of Schlatt's shoulders, exhaustion instead settling over. He didn't answer the question right away, but the subtle shift of expression that Quackity had memorized said it all. It was tiring, how badly the ram had him wrapped around his finger.

"Thanks, pumpkin."

"Whatever, I'll go tell Wilbur," he mumbled underneath his breath. Noticing his slight disappointment, Schlatt placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Care to dance? After you tell him. Just to make it up to you, of course," he asked. His voice was cold like always, but there was a hint of sweetness beneath it, one that made Quackity's heart fluttered.

A bit shocked, the ravenette nodded at his question, his face clearly lit up with joy.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Pulling his hand away, Schlatt nodded and watched the duck make his way back to the brunette, leaving him left to his own running train of confusing thoughts.

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Hi everyone, I know I haven’t gotten to a lot of requests, but I will eventually. I’ve lacked motivation to work on the chapters, but I haven’t forgotten. Thank you all so much for your patience and requests are still open, so don’t worry!

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─ "I'll love you until the last star dies down." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Schlatt currently had Quackity pinned up against a wall behind the White House. Clothes were pulled down slightly, the sound of smacking skin echoing within the dimly lit area, the ram hybrid grunting into Quackity’s neck.

To say Schlatt was pent up was an understatement. He'd been frustrated all day with bullshit investors and what they were attempting to bring to him, all the while Quackity sat on the sidelines, attempting to somehow mediate the lingering tension within the room.

It wasn't until after the meeting when the two were walking side-by-side outside, after the ravenette had said it might cool Schlatt down, did the brunette fully snap. It was something small that caused him to do so: his shoe had gotten dirty. He hadn't had any alcohol that day to calm himself down and his anger was already boiling within him. In return, he had pulled Quackity aside, pushing him against the white wall that stood strong.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Quackity's own noises were slightly gagged and a bit muted due to two Schlatt's fingers being pressed inside his mouth, thrusting them in and out to match the movements of his hips. Spit coated them, running down the duck hybrid's chin, swollen lips parted around them.

"Fuckin' hell pumpkin- you feel so fuckin' good, know just how to make everything feel better," he purred, watching the ravenette try to open his mouth. Muffled words rang throughout the air, Quackity's walls tightening around Schlatt's cock.

"Keep quiet for me, sugar, we don’t want anyone hearin', do we?" Taking his other hand that had been pressed against the wall, he slowly caressed Quackity's sides and traveled it down to his waist, grabbing hold of it tightly. His engagement ring glinted, golden chains dangling against his horns, making a noise with each movement.

The ravenette let out a tiny cry, his ass red and marked with the handprints of Schlatt, his wings ruffling behind himself. A trill could be heard in the back of his throat, his golden tail flicking, subconsciously matching Schlatt's own fluffy one.

"Mmgh- Sch-" he choked on a moan, nails dragging against the wall, feeling Schlatt's fingers finally slip out of his mouth, moving down to gently rub his hips.

"What's that, baby?" He murmured, biting down against the ravenette's neck. Feeling Quackity around him was always so intoxicating, he never wanted to pull out. He didn't think he'd be able to live without stuffing himself inside of him at least once a day. Everything about Quackity drove him crazy in the best ways possible. 

Schlatt gripped both of his hips, dragging his shaft as slow as he could inside of him despite his own desperate urge to just fuck him until he passed out.

The ram wanted to watch the shorter reach his climax, only for Schlatt to suddenly stop so he could hear the delectable pleads come from the younger man. 

Was that so hard to ask?

Maybe it was, because even for Schlatt, seeing Quackity's soft eyes widen in that very moment as he looked back at him, his beauty marks scattered across his face like stars, a sense of overwhelming desire arose inside of his body.

"Mi amor- fuck fuck fuck-!" Quackity cried out in a rasp, his throat raw and hurting.

Fuck.

Schlatt's cock twitched inside of his tight entrance. The way the name rolled off of Quackity's tongue was magnificent. 

"You just know what makes me tick, don't you, baby? Feel so good for me, yeah, you’re so fuckin' good," Schlatt had groaned out before beginning to ram himself deep inside, gripping onto Quackity's soft locks and yanking his head back to watch the look of absolute delight form across his flushed face.

Quackity's chest to heave up and down while he desperately rutted his hips back against Schlatt's own, mirroring his thrusts. All he could do was nod and take it, a heat coiling within the pit of his stomach.

Schlatt suddenly gripped Quackity's chin and made him look behind, his pelvis nuzzled against the swell of the ravenette's ass perfectly.

"You like this big fuckin' cock?" He groaned, watching Quackity's eyes flutter with a tiny nod, blissfully shutting them. A rose hue scattered across his face, lips parted with gasps.

"Y-Yes! Love it so much- so so much. Please, cariño- I'm so close. Oh fuck-" he rambled.

"Yeah? So close?" Schlatt tried to tease him, but he could feel his own climax coming closer.

The ravenette pressed his forehead against the wall while gently scratching it, thighs beginning to tremble, Schlatt's voice muffled in the back of his mind.

"Can't even stay up straight, god. You're such a fuckin' pillow princess, having me do all the work, but that's okay- right? Only good for bein' fucked," he sneered, his hot breath fanning against the shorter’s neck.

"Y-Yeah, for you-" Quackity knew Schlatt was close to by the way he started throbbing, hips stuttering the more his walls enclosed on him.

"God I'm close, tell me how bad you want it," he groaned.

"I want it so fucking bad, amor. Want your cum deep inside me, por favor, mi cariño. I need it- hah~!" He begged out in a cry.

With one final thrust, Schlatt shot his load deep inside of him, firmly pressed up against that special bundle of nerves which caused the ravenette to cum in response, his voice fading off into nothing more than soft gasps.

"Thanks for that, pumpkin," Schlatt tenderly kissed his forehead, a softness that only showed when he was with Quackity.

"Let's go home and take a bath together, hm?" He flashed a tiny smile, slowly pulling out and holding onto Quackity so he'd remain upright.

"Yeah, okay," the duck turned around shakily, looking up and gently kissing the ram.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor," he murmured lovingly, watching a smile tug against Schlatt's lips.

"I love you too, sugar pumpkin."