~tntduo oneshots~

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yall finally some lore, i also wanna re write some chapters so take this as your re wrote of thighs :3 (picture unrelated)

if you were to see quackity and wilburs relationship from afar, you'd think they were stone cold enemies, but they were in fact, moon struck lovers. around people quackity seems all mighty, controlling and confident, a powerful leader at its finest. but put him alone in a room with wilbur, its the opposite. he became weak in the knees, flustered and unable to speak. wilbur did something to him, gave him butterflies, and made him red in the face. he stayed up every night thinking about it;

why do i like him? he's a zombie, he smells terrible, musty, horrible hygiene, and a shitty person. he could barely be a president for a few months, why do i find him so attractive and amazing? what is he doing to me? fuckin dickhead.

he kept that up for months. same routine; wake up, go to work, work, go back home, get comfortable, think, sleep for 3 hours and repeat. one day that changed, the day where wilbur came into quackitys office and-

"quackity!?" wilbur leaned forward, against the desk.

quackity perked up, "sorry, hey babe," quackity smiled at the zombie infront of him.

"its fine," wilbur leaned in and kissed him softly, teasing the boy. "why are you here?" quackity stared back at wilbur, unfased by the kiss.

"not happy to see your own boyfriend?" wilbur dramatically gasped and pretended to be hurt by his comment.

"im very happy to see you but why are you here?" quackity smiled back at the taller.

"wanted to see you, i also wanted attention, i havent seen you in awhile," wilbur smiled cheekily and leaned forward again.

"i saw you yesterday," he stood up and walked over to wil, throwing his arms around wilburs neck. "i know, but im obsessed with you," wil happily gripped the mexicans waist.

"hm, understandable," quack slipped off the trench coat from the other, making a thud. "i like seeing you," wilbur craned his neck and started kissing quackitys neck passionately.

"you're so clingy," quackity messed with the hair on back of wilburs head as his neck kept getting kissed. "you know you love it," wilbur nipped at the youngers neck, slowly pushing him into the couch.

"ow, i forgot how hard this couch is," quackity gripped the back of wilburs hair harder, getting a soft whimper from him, "hm? what was that?" he grinned, knowing what it was but just enjoyed teasing him.

"n-nothing," wilburs face flushed while the hands let go of his hair and under his sweater. there was quite a temperature change, warm hands on a cold body. wilbur unbuttoned quackitys shirt and undid his tie. quackity shuddered at the breeze, he felt warm kisses on his chest, those also made him shudder. the hot kisses only turned into sticky hickies from there. (yes that was a meth wax reference).

they were scattered all across his chest, neck and stomach, quackity was heavily breathing and satisfied. wilbur already slipped off quackitys beanie, tie, part of his shirt and his belt. wil made eye contact with quack as he slipped his hands into quacks pants, teasingly, making quackity blush and breathe harder. "quackity from las nevadas?" slime opened the door.

"HEY, slime!" wilbur stood up quickly, greeting slime at the door while quackity buttoned his shirt and fixed himself.

"hello wilbur from lmanburg! dap me up!" slime put his hand out waiting for wilbur to dap him up. wilbur did so of course soon wiping the slime back onto charlie. "so what did you need?" quackity spoke fixing his hair under his beanie.

"more papers!" slime gladly handed him another thick stack of paper. "thanks..." quackity took the papers and set them on the table next to the door. "whatcha doin?" slime asked.

"i was just about to leave!" wilbur slightly panicked. quackity nodded "yeah slime! why dont you help him exit?" quackity tried to cool himself.

"alrighty! c'mon wilbur from lmanburg!" slime grabbed wilburs hand and brought him back to the entrance.

/yippee quack finish his work :D/

quack slammed the door of his penthouse, walked to his room and faceplanted into his bed, groaning loudly. "its ok love," a british voice came out of nowhere, "oh, hey wilb," quackity looked up at the zombie and smiled.

"we have some unfinished business, ducky" wilbur took another step forward, "im too tired for that," quackity sat up, looking at his lover.

"i know, i just want to tell everyone who you belong to<3" wilbur smiled, putting his hands on the bed, causing it to sink a little. "fine, but let me change," his face was red, unprepared for what is next to come.

he soon changed into a loose tank top and some boxers, laying comfortably on the bed. wilbur also kept spare clothes at quackitys for nights like these. he was also comfortable, soon slipping his head under quackitys tank top, "why are you under my shirt?" he almost immediately got his answer, feeling wilbur kissing and marking his chest and stomach again.

quackity blushed like holy hell as wilbur went further down. his face was probably hotter than the sun when wilbur reached his waistband, sadder as the fun came closer to it end. but wilbur, being the man he is, skipped quackitys crotch and went to his thighs immediately,one of his most sensitive areas. his thighs soon becoming like the rest of his torso, "w-why didn't you do this earlier?" quackity stuttered and pet wilburs head.

"you were wearing jeans and slime," wilbur hummed inbetween quackitys thighs.

"well if slime didn't interrupt i could have taken off my pants," the shorter pet wils head once more.

"mhm, yeah but you're office would have heard you~ why have that when we can just do it here and you could be as loud as you want?" wilbur grinned back up at the avian.

quackitys face and chest turned red with blush, making the hickies stand out more, only getting harder. he became weak with the smallest amount of affection, "falling apart under my touch? pathetic," wilbur hummed out, tracing around the bruises on the others thighs and getting closer.

"you're making it worse~!" quack swiftly covered his his, red face in pure embarrassment. "i hate and love when you tease me," he managed to mumble out.

he was already so flustered he could barely speak, falling apart in his lovers hands. wilbur snickered at his pathetic boyfriend and continued to toy with him. "pretty boy~" wilbur hunmed like it was nothing, causing quackity to get even more flustered. "oh? you like that?" he grinned mischievously "what if i call you a good boy~" wilbur brought the thighs together, to each side of his face, embracing the warmth.

quackity has never blushed harder in his life, he threw his head back, and whined. he liked to be whiney, it was his special talent, being a whiney bottom. wil stayed between the youngers thighs, "so yours just gonna," he took a breath, "act like nothing happened?"

"mhm, my plan exactly," wilbur got in closer, wanting more than he needed, "you're an ass," quackity huffed, "love you too, hun," wilbur closed his eyes comfortably while cuddling his boyfriends thighs peacefully.

quackity actually enjoyed it, more than he wanted to really admit.

A/N
hi guys :3 we are going to act like i wasnt gone for almost a month- but once i have one chapter i get on a roll and w the amount of drafts i have rn- but anyways yeah, im back you will get more chapters here soon, have a lovely day/night :)