SIMPBUR GO BRRRRRRRRRRR
ALSO THE NEW EP!?>>>>>>>>
Sorry for any spelling mistakes btw, I was sleepy
ANYWAYS-
I am working on another one but idk how long it will take because I'm aiming for it to be LONGGGGG.
Anyways.
!CW!:
• SIMPBURRRRR
• Quackity simping for simpbur
• stalking.
• kidnapping
• Stockholm syndrome 😍 (Quackussy falls in love with simpybur)
• swearingg
• simpbur being a straight up simp for quackity 🤩
• simp⚠️
• idk if there is anything else, tell me if there is
Let's goaiaoaiaiaia
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Quackity awoke with some sort of restraint on his arms and legs.
He was.. sat down? Either way, he was tied up.
“Hello..?” He asked aloud, though there was nobody in the room, other than himself, of course.
Noticing it was just him, he decided to have a look around the room from his position.
It was an off-white room, with a little bed in the corner, books and a light on a shelf in another area, with a soft carpet on the hardwood floor. It was cozy, extra chairs and books spread out across the space.
There were dark planks stuck against the wall, creating a nice, cottage core feeling to the area.
“Hello..?” He repeated, now genuinely curious on who owned such a pretty space.
The dark wooden door opened slightly, allowing a soft, yellow light into the room.
A pair of brown eyes peeked around the door, staring at Quackity who tilted his head.
The door opened further, a full body now entering the room and shutting the door behind them, the soft light being cut off.
“You're awake, Thank fuck!” The person, Who sounded like a man, exclaimed happily.
“Who.. Who are you..?” Quackity asked, his voice not entirely scared, but not fearless.
“Im yours! Well, That's not my name,” He chuckled. “My name is Wilbur. Wilbur soot!” Wilbur explained, the same amount of happiness in his voice, if not more.
“Wilbur? Is that how you say it?
Quackity asked, Genuinely wanting to get it right, despite the fact that Wilbur had kidnapped him.
“Yeah! That's how!” Wilbur giggled, clearly pleased at how Quackity had said it.
“Well.. My name is A-” Quackity began, before being interrupted.
“Alex Quackity. You are from Mexico! You are originally Spanish, though you know and speak english.” Wilbur happily answered, before adding a little extra. “I know everything about you.”
Although this did freak Quackity a little bit, it also made him blush slightly. He was surprised that somebody would go so far to know what his actual name was, considering how he only told people to call him Quackity.
Wilbur finally stepped out of the shadows, revealing his features which Quackity found extremely handsome.
He had sepia coloured hair, with a thick white streak mixing in. His eyes were a soft chocolatey brown, a heart shaped pupil seemingly pulsing.
“Why are your pupils... hearts..?” Quackity spoke, still staring at Wilbur's body, hair, just everything.
“Pupils.. Hearts? Maybe because I'm sooooo in Love with you!” He spoke, intending for it to sound like a joke, when in reality it was simply the truth.
Quackity chuckled, finding the joke funny because he didn't expect somebody to do something like this because they loved him.
“Alright, and, why have you kidnapped me?” He asked again, this time expecting a truthful answer.
“Because I want you to be mine.”
“You want me to be.. yours?”
Wilbur nodded happily, glad that Quackity understood.
He had felt a shiver go down his spine at those words, the way Wilbur had looked at him as he said it. Pure adoration. Pure want.
And if Quackity was honest.. He loved it.
“Wilbur?”
“Mhm?”
“How do you know everything about me?”
“Because I stalked you. I stalked your socials, your life, everything!” He spoke happily, his smile still beaming. It was difficult not to smile back, but Quackity resisted.
Eventually, Quackity noticed that wilbur had gotten significantly closer, to the point where he was craning his neck to look up at him.
Wilbur bent down, and untied the ropes around Quackity's shins, before untying the ropes securing his wrists the the chair. Quackity now had free movement, free to go anywhere he pleased.
“What was the point of tying me up just to untie me?”
“Well, I didn't know how you would react! But, In my eyes, it seems you're pretty pleased to be here. Or, atleast content.” Wilbur spoke, the first half in a sort of Defending tone while the last half was more of a seduction attempt? Whatever it was, Quackity liked it.
He hadn't even gotten up, before he was dragged over to the cute bed in the corner, where Wilbur picked him up, and sat him down. He sat next to him, and removed his beanie, revealing all of his messy, raven coloured hair.
“You should really brush your hair.”
Wilbur said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I do! It just gets messy!”
Quackity defended, staring into Wilbur's chocolatey eyes he could most definitely get lost in.
“Let me do something, real quick.”
Wilbur got up, walked over to a set of drawers Quackity hadn't noticed, and pulled out a harder looking brush, and a more fine brush.
“Why do you need two types?”
“Because I'm going to brush your hair, and your wings!”
Wilbur beamed, already sitting down and preparing to brush out Quackity's raven hair.
“My wings? Why would you pay attention to those ugly things?”
Quackity asked, his voice clearly coated in disgust.
“Ugly!?”
He responded, shocked at Quackity's words.
“Yes, Ugly. They don't even work! And they just get in my way, they get all dirty, and then I don't have time to care for them.”
Quackity stated, only marking the negatives.
“I think they are very pretty. Now, forget your hair, I'm going straight to those adorable little duck wings of yours.”
Wilbur spoke, quitting his action of brushing Quackity's hair, and instead picking up the fine brush and gently brushing each and every feather, plucking out over-grown ones, removing blood-feathers, bending some back into shape and eventually making it so that Quackity's wings shone in the warm glow of the room.
“There we go!”
Wilbur beamed, extremely happy with his work.
Quackity stayed silent, slightly slumped over.
“Quackity?”
Wilbur asked, slightly worried.
Again, no answer.
He got up, causing Quackity to fall back, revealing that he had fallen asleep while his wings were being preened by Wilbur's careful and gentle hands.
Wilbur chuckled, before sitting back down and admiring his love.
He spoke sweet sentences, describing how beautiful and kind Quackity was, pointing out every little thing he loved about him before, he too, fell asleep next to Quackity, his soft lips curved into a happy smile.
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CARING SIMPBUR>>>>>>>
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ILY SO MUCH, REMEMBER TO EAT, SLEEP AND DRINK PLENTY, OK? ILY!!!!
