Story's on archive so you can read here (smut)

Quackity x slime

Quackity gritted his teeth, rubbing his temple. Wilbur had decided to show up at Las Nevadas again. It took too much persauding to get the fucking pyromaniac away from his country. It isn't that hard to stay away from a country. Quackity did that all the time with his ex's, what was so difficult about Wilbur?

That wasn't even the worst part. Wilbur thinks that Quackity is practically obsessed with him. He rolls his eyes, grabbing some pain medication. Just thinking about it gives him a headache. As he brings his hand up to his mouth, preparing to swallow it, he pauses. Didn't Ponk say that if he took too many pills his brain would get used to it? Fuck that, honestly. Quackity placed the meds on the table, groaning.

There was a knock on the door. He narrowed his eyes. It had better not be Wilbur so soon. Quackity would rather face Karl at this point, and that was saying something. His head spiked with pain as he got up, grabbing his sword. He wouldn't need armour, it wasn't like Wilbur had ever worn it.

Quackity swung it open. His shoulders relaxed as he saw Slimecicle there. Thank fuck. He let out a grateful sigh, stepping to the side to let him in. The slime dripping from him dripped onto his hardwood floors. Quackity was just glad he had chosen not to have a carpet. He would never get the goo out. Slimecicle spun around once he reached the centre of the room, face becoming concerned.

"Are you okay Quackity from Las Nevadas? Why are there pills here?"

He muttered a curse under his breath, slamming the door shut. "Not really, my head hurts like a motherfucker on fire."

"Oh!" Slimecicle moved in front of Quackity, face almost too close. "Can I do anything to take the edge off?"

Quackity's face flushed. Why was Slimecicle so close to his face!? As he stepped back slightly, he winced. He did need a good distraction from this headache. There was frustration burning underneath his skin like pins and needles in his veins. Prime how he wanted to slam someone against a desk.

Slimecicle's eyes looked knowing, way too knowing for his liking. He drew his face into a scowl, gritting out words. "No, what are you even fucking implying?"

A gooey hand rested on his shoulder. "I know how to make you feel better, like what you did with Karl and Sapnap!"

Oh. He wasn't just reading into it. Quackity blinked, before sighing. Slime was always doing this shit, but he couldn't complain. He never expected him to ask this but whatever, he didn't particularly care. He offered, alright? Don't come at him for being a shitty fucking person, he already knew that.

Quackity grabbed onto Slimecicle's hips, pulling him in. Slimecicle grinned, arms wrapping around him. He let himself move fluidly, anger sparking underneath his veins as he drew in for a kiss, capturing his lips. The other's 'skin' was incredibly cold but he didn't care, biting down on his lip and sucking the blood out. Quackity could feel Slime's expression change and he felt something slip between his lips.

He drew back, coughing. It felt like there was gunk in his mouth, what the fuck? Slimecicle grabbed onto Quackity's hips, bringing him closer again and not giving him an opportunity to think. Whatever was inside his mouth writhed around, falling down his throat. He gasped for air as Slimecicle wormed his way between Quackity's pants and his hips.

The cold slime against his hips was enough to distract him from feeling like he was about to choke. Quackity coughed, grabbing onto Slime's arms and clawing lines down his slimy skin. When he wanted Slimecicle to take the edge off, he didn't want to be choked. He kneed him in the crotch, forcing Slimecicle to fall onto the ground. The slime on his hips dripped down to their owner.

As Slimecicle kneeled before him, he let himself grin a cruel grin. Slime wanted to make him feel better, right? As Quackity's pants were already loosened, a single tug made them fall down. His hard cock was right in front of Slimecicle's face, perfect. He felt something get stuck in his throat. Quackity forgot about that, fuck. It just made him more frustrated.

Something cold wrapped around his cock. Quackity stopped a gasp from slipping out, glancing down at Slimecicle. He had his mouth entirely around his dick, sucking on it so fucking wonderfully. As he looked, Slimecicle deep throated it. Fuck, it shouldn't be so hot to see his dick bobbing inside his throat.

His dick felt weird. Quackity couldn't stop the moan as something seemed to slip inside. This was a bad idea, what the fuck. He couldn't deny that it felt good, but he swore it was writhing inside his cock. It was like sounding but to a whole other level. Slimecicle spun around his tongue inside him, causing Quackity to whimper. It felt amazing. Fucking Prime, if this didn't feel so weird he would be enjoying this, but as slime moved through him like a worm in an apple he couldn't help but be worried.

Cold trailed around his hole. He jerked away, but it stuck to him. Underneath him, Slimecicle grinned, eyes colder than Quackity was used to. "Relax, this will make you feel good, Quackity from Las Nevadas."

A tentacle slipped inside. Quackity moaned, grabbing onto Slimecicle's shoulders for dear life. Slime moved within him at a brutal pace. He brushed against his prostate, massaging it for a second before continuing on his journey. The gunk that was in his throat moved upwards, blocking his airway as the tentacle began to play with his prostate.

He couldn't breathe. Quackity struggled against Slimecicle's grip as he began to thrust inside his dick, slime filling him up from the inside. It felt amazing, like a gift from heaven, but his vision was becoming spotty. Slimecicle's mouth was still around his cock. He could feel something pushing against his stomach, forcing a whimper out. His lungs couldn't grab any more air and slime was forcing the rest out of his body.

The slime reached his mouth. Quackity opened it desperately, drooling. Air, he needed air. Tentacles reached out of him, green and gooey. Slimecicle began to thrust, uncaring that with each slam his vision got spottier and spottier. He was entirely inside of him, every inch of his being devoted to him. Quackity cried out, crying with pleasure.

Something hard pressed against his asshole. Fuck, Slimecicle had eggs, didn't he? The tentacles stretched him open, pressing him against a wall for easier access. Quackity choked, clawing at his throat for air. The slime had blocked all air he could possibly get. As the eggs pressed past his prostate, he felt his consciousness slip. He fell into Slimecicle's arms, vision going fuzzy.