Quackbur Oneshotssss

I'll Make You Mine. (2)

CW// very flirty and touchy captor (but no explicit sexual assault. only non-consented and unwanted kisses, but not on the lips), gore.

Quackity groaned lightly, shifting uncomfortably, only to wince and whine at the strong sting of pain and discomfort in his knee. He shivered slightly, wherever he was, it was cold... He was chained up to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded. He breathed hard, shifting to try and loosen the chains, but it was useless.
Quackity wiggled around stronger, but only yelped when his knee throbbed badly, suddenly, he felt very aware of something that felt like it was stuck in the crook of his knee, but he didn't dare move it anymore, it was far too painful. Quackity perked up when he heard some type of trapdoor opening, and rather heavy steps lowering into the room, and landing on what sounded like concrete. Quackity began to shake, remembering that Wilbur was likely the one who had him. He was such a fool to trust him. 'I should have kicked him out when I had the chance. I'm such an idiot!'
Wilbur smirked as he noticed that Quackity was awake. "You're finally awake..." He spoke softly, walking over, "I've been waiting for you to wake up, darling." He reached around Quackity's head, chuckling as he flinched. He removed the blindfold, and he watched as Quackity flinched at the bright light, but he blinked it away and looked up at Wilbur; his eyes were full of fear.

Wilbur smiled at him, "What's the matter, darling?" He calmly sat on Quackity's lap, caressing his cheeks, "Why do you look at me like that?"
Quackity tensed up slightly, he teared up, and he looked away from Wilbur, removing his face from his hands.
Wilbur's smile turned into a smirk, "Aw.. pretty boy...~" He cooed into his ear, tracing his jawline with his index finger, "Don't look away from me, duckling... I want to see your pretty eyes." His finger hooked under his chin, and made Quackity look back at him. He stared into Quackity's eyes- Well, more like eye - and smirked more. "You look rather sexy, being all tied up like this."
Quackity blushed at the compliment, but he glared at Wilbur, letting out a soft huff.
Wilbur chuckled, "Even with that pretty mouth gagged, you've got quite the attitude... I like a feisty play thing~" He kissed Quackity's nose, looking into his eye as he did so, "Pretty, pretty prince...~" He smiled, "I'm gonna make you look extra pretty..." His voice turned dark as he suddenly pulled a skinning knife out of his pocket. Where that came from, Quackity did not know, but that wasn't even his worry right now. It was much more worrying to think about what Wilbur would do with it.

Quackity tensed up, and he began to struggle again, whining and attempting to protest as he began to tear up. He looked Wilbur in the eyes, shaking his head in an attempt to plead.
Wilbur's expression softened, but he still smiled. "Aw, it's okay, sweetheart...~" He purred, kissing Quackity's face for reassurance, though it didn't soothe him at all. He continued to kiss Quackity's face, removing Quackity's tie from around his neck first, then sliding his suspenders down and off his shoulders.
Quackity was shaking badly, he began to cry as he kept trying to protest and plead with Wilbur, but Wilbur didn't listen to his pleas. Wilbur pulled the tie off, "Shhh, shh..." He shushed him gently, "You're fine, my dear. You're going to be okay...~" His smirk didn't leave his face, not even for a moment.
Quackity shut his eyes, his heart was racing with anxiety as Wilbur began to unbutton the top of his shirt, making Quackity breathe unevenly.
Wilbur pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, revealing his chest, and he glanced up at Quackity, "All you need to do is hold still, my pet." He kissed his neck just once, "You'll be fine... I promise. I will take good care of you."

Quackity cried softly, and his eyes shot open when he felt Wilbur starting to cut into his chest. He bit down hard on the gag, tensing up and trying his hardest to not move too much, afraid that if he moved, it would hurt worse.
Wilbur smirked, "Atta boy...~" He cooed, continuing to cut into his chest, writing out a single word- No, not a word. A name. Once he finished, he leaned back, admiring his work, smirking as he read his own name... 'WILBUR'S', it read. The blood slowly dripped down Quackity's chest, getting soaked into his shirt, and Wilbur just licked his lips. He looked up at Quackity, "You did a very good job." He smiled, letting the knife drop onto the floor, and he held Quackity's face in his hands, caressing his cheeks. He leaned forward once more, kissing his face, "Good job, Alex..~ You did so, so well... such a good ducky...~"
Quackity continued to cry despite Wilbur's attempt at reassuring and comforting him, he was in so much pain, his chest was throbbing, his knee was throbbing... he just wanted to pass out. He felt like he was about to pass out. He continued to shake and cry, he was so desperate for something to hold his head up and he just leaned forward, leaning his forehead on Wilbur's shoulder as he continued to cry. He didn't want to lean on Wilbur, he didn't want to be near Wilbur right now, he wanted to be left alone, but he was in so much pain, he felt so weak, he couldn't control what he was doing anymore.