MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Shut Up- TNT Duo 😊 💋~

CW: references to NSFW

Plot: Wilbur visits Quackity in his office one day to remind him of what happened in L'Manberg.

(A/N: the series may be dead, bUT I AM NOT >:))

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Third Person POV.

"Hello, Quackity my love," Wilbur announced as he bursts open the large wooden doors.

"What do you want, Wilbur?" Quackity asks from where he sits behind his desk, his eyes not leaving the papers in front of him.

"Can't I just spend time with the leader of the country I hope to join?" Wilbur asks, a Cheshire grin on his lips making Quackity roll his eyes. "Oh, don't roll your eyes at me," Wilbur scolds.

"Don't tell me what to do, Wil," Quackity warns, his eyes still trained on his work.

"Well, from what I remember in L'Manberg, you loved being told what to do, Quackity," Wilbur says as he leans on the edge of the other man's desk.

"I was drunk," Quackity tells him, his face warm. "It meant nothing, and I wasn't thinking straight,"

"With the way you were begging that night it's hard to believe you were thinking at all," Wilbur comments off-handily, as if it were nothing.

"Shut up, Wil," Quackity mumbles.

"If I recall correctly, I was the one that shut you up," Wilbur continues his antics, walking around the desk to stand next to Quackity, peering over the smaller man's shoulder. "Oh, how pretty you were when you were silent,"

"Shut up, Wilbur," Quackity warns.

"Your pathetic whimpers are still seared into my brain, y'know," Wilbur tells him. "Your pretty little noises echo in my head
constantly—"

"I'm warning you," Quackity says, his voice low as he looks Wilbur in the eye for the first time since the undead man walked into his office.

An evil spark flickers in Wilbur's eyes. "Oh, but the image of you on my thigh—"

Quackity stands up abruptly, grabbing Wilbur by the collar and pulling him down to his height. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up," Quackity spits out. Pure, white, hot rage in his dark eyes.

"Quackity," Wilbur murmurs. "The last time Someone looked at me like that...I got laid,"

"You are disgusting and insufferable," Quackity rolls his eyes, letting go of the older man's collar.

"And yet you let me fuck the living shit out of you," Wilbur whispers into Quackity's ear before walking out of the man's office. The ghost of the hot breath and the memory making the smaller man shiver.

:p

Seemingly what's gonna happen from now on is Drabble, Drabble, Drabble, fUCKING 6K WORD FIC WRITTEN IN ONE SITTING, Drabble, Drabble, repeat lmao

Hope that's okay with the three people reading this lmao