𝙈𝘾𝙔𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

crybaby ;; 18+

Crybaby

Schlatt x Quackity

YALL THIS IS THE ONE SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR also i cant remember who or how many people i need to tag for this fuck

Warnings:
- Yelling
- Collars
- Wrist Bondage
- Dom/Sub Dynamic
- Degrading
- Sadist Schlatt (again,,,,)
- Bratty Quackity
- Ruined Orgasm
- Lowk Orgasm Torture
- Crying
- As Always, LMK If There's More

Quackster sputters a few lines of spanish because i felt like it, even tho it was a motherfucker to properly translate, i still probably messed some of it up anyways BYE

i was about halfway through this and then finally finished it today by forcefully hardwiring my brain into submission with QUMO's music and started speedrunning this bitch

don't expect any plot lmao, it just gets right on into it yk yk

1.69k words (haha sex joke funny)

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Quackity's thin form trembled against the pale sheets as large hands ghosted over his tummy. Hands he trusted yet feared greatly, feared the power they held and the advantage they had. He was exposed, almost vulnerable to the dominant figure above him, with his torso bare and wrists locked in place next to his head.

He couldn't make himself relax, his body taught as a bowstring and skin burning as the fleeting touches left fire in their wake. God, he was so desperate, so fucking desperate it hurt and the only thing that rung through his head was him.

And the unbearable need to get off.

He hadn't gotten the chance to regain his breath before Schlatt's lips were on his again, his knee sliding up between Quackity's bare thighs as he did. He was hot, too hot in his skin and those God-forsaken boxers, and the poor guy couldn't find the sense to properly kiss him back. Instead, he moaned against his lips and rolled his hips in search of the slightest bit of friction.

"Please-" He choked, pulling desperately at the cuffs around his wrists as Schlatt pulled away. The cuffs matched the collar on his neck, some expensive Swedish brand with a definite locking system, and of course, they were chained onto the collar's ring. "Stop messing with me, come on." His voice was broken and edged with a sad plea, his face flushed and glazed with a veil of sweat.

Schlatt only laughed, a mock frown carved onto his lips as he ran a hand down the ravenette's quivering thigh. "Please what, bitch?" He scoffed, punctuating his question with a slap on the smooth skin "You want me to touch you? Shouldn't you be grateful for what you've already been given, selfish little slut?"

"Please please please I want you, I'll be your good boy, please, please I'm begging you. You've been teasing me so much it's not fair!"

The ram-man raised his brows in a questioning look, placing his free hand on the other's opposite thigh, using a light force to push them further open. Pressing his weight onto his spread legs, he leaned forward enough that his lips grazed against the younger's ear, a stern, intimidating string of words falling from them.

"How many times do I have to tell you this, brat, I make the rules here, not you, got it?"

Quackity didn't respond, only gritting his teeth and squirming as he pulled on the restraints.

The brunette growled lowly, leaning away and pressing his weight down into his hands. "Did you not hear me, bitch?" He yelled, his unnatural teeth glinting and dangerously sharp.