BOTTOM WILBURSOOT ONESHOTS

QUACKBUR - 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕣 - 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 (smut)

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...third person's POV...

It was 5:56 a.m. and Wilbur was almost to Las Nevadas. He didn't want to be late so he had ran part of the way, and could now see Las Nevada's from the field. He didn't see Quackity anywhere yet, so he was probably waiting in his office, so he started to run again.

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Wilbur ran until he was in the building that Quackity's office was in, he looked at his watch—5:58 a.m. on the dot. Maybe he had underestimated the time it would take, but he pushed the thought aside and jogged down the hall to find his office quickly.

Quackity was sitting down at his desk, he glanced at his clock on the wall, 5:59 a.m. He sighed and went back to working on his paperwork, he had a meeting with Sam later. Then right before it turned 6, Wilbur opened the door suddenly and fell to the floor panting. Quackity gave him a glance,

"Right on time. Nice job."

Wilbur didn't bother responding, but nodded his head to show he was listening. Quackity stood up and went into his drawer, while Wilbur kept on catching his breath. His eyes were shut tight, and he didn't notice what Quackity took out of the drawer, and started walking towards him with.

"Wilbur, stand up." He said.

He slowly got onto his knees and stood shakily, once he vision cleared he saw what Quackity was holding.

"A collar?" He asked, he tried to sound tough but his voice betrayed him.

"Mhm. And a leash, don't forget that as well."

"For the whole day?" He asked him miserably, fidgeting with his hands nervously.

"Oh you'll be doing more then just following me around like a pet, much more. This is just the start." He replied, then he slowly clipped it around Wilbur's neck.

It was purely black, with a silver hook for the leash to attach, along with a tag. Wilbur couldn't read it, but he figured it was something degrading like 'pet', or 'slave' , he didn't focus on it too much though.

Then Quackity attached the leash and gave it a slight yank, Wilbur was tugged in that direction, and he realized how terrible the day would be. That is, until Quackity pulled out cat ears.

"These are optional, want them or not?"

"No! Fuck no!" He yelled.

Quackity grinned, "Watch what you say, kitten. Your mine for the whole fucking day. Don't forget that."

Wilbur crossed his arms and looked away from him, "Whatever..." He mumbled.

"That's better," Quackity put the cat ears back into a drawer and took hold of the leash again, "Now I have a meeting to go to."

"So I just—ACK—" Wilbur gagged as Quackity started dragging him out the door.

"Come on, we don't have all day." He said plainly.

Wilbur glared at him as he started to walk beside him, he started fidgeting again. Quackity noticed and slowed his pace,

"Do you want a fidget or something?" He asked.

"No. I like using my hands."

He scoffed, "Really? I thought you more of a cock ring guy."

Wilbur blushed and rolled his eyes, "Shut up." He mumbled.

Then he felt a painful jolt on his neck, he stumbled but steadied himself as he caught Quackity smirking.

"What the fuck?" He shouted, but was shocked again.