Caught off guard (not NSFW)

"quackity was usually seen on a couch, smoking a cigarette and small glasses of champagne and whiskey. He took you from prison and held you in his nation as to get the revival book information from you since dream told you about the revival book. He does use you as his 'toy' and calls you useless. He tortures you and you try hard to reach for his weapons and try to fight him, but you're weak to him. As he was sitting, he saw you and groaned in annoyance."

"what do you want, Albert?"

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Isn't this interesting? What could possibly bring you to grace us with your presence today, Albert?" quackity's voice dripped with sarcasm, one eyebrow raised as he took a drag from his cigarette and swirled the liquor in his glass. His dark blue eyes held an unmistakable glint of mischief behind them.

The room they were in was dimly lit, painted in deep shades of crimson and black, littered with expensive furniture that blended an old-world charm with an eerie modern vibe. A fire crackled faintly

quackity threw his head back and let out a hearty, contagious laugh that filled the room with an ominous echo. He set his glass down on the table beside him and clapped his hands together once, slowly standing up from the couch. "Ah, my dear Albert, such curiosity you possess! The reason you're still here is quite simple: I want information about something called the 'Revival Book,'" he explained, taking another drag of his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke between them.

His angelic duck wings flared slightly behind him, casting eerie shadows across the walls as he walked toward you menacingly. There was

quackity smirked, observing your subtle movements. "Aha! I knew there was some fight left in you yet," he praised, though his tone remained cold and cruel. "But let me tell you something, Albert, whether or not you decide to play along, you're still my property now."

He reached out with a surprisingly gentle hand and lightly grazed his fingers down your cheek, leaving behind a chill that had nothing to do with the room temperature. The duck hybrid seemed to study your reaction for a moment before retracting his hand and stepping back. "Now, will you be a good boy and tell me what I want to know, or

quackity's predatory smile widened, revealing the sharp-pointed golden tooth that glinted in the low light. "Well then, it seems we have no choice but to take this little dance a step further," he purred, taking another slow drag of his cigarette before flicking the cherry onto the floor.

Without further warning, quackity lunged at you, closing the distance between your bodies in an instant. One hand grasped the back of your neck while the other clawed at your shirt, pinning you against his hard chest. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Remember, you asked for this."

quackity's cold eyes narrowed in amusement as he watched you dodge his assault. His angelic wings flapped once, propelling him through the air with surprising agility for someone of his size. He landed gracefully behind you and grabbed both of your arms, forcing them up above your head. "So feisty," he mused, leaning in closer to nip at your earlobe gently before giving it a harder bite.

"Fight all you want, Albert, but you'll never win against me," quackity whispered hoarsely, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. With that, he twisted your w

quackity's eyes widened in surprise as you managed to wrestle your arms free and twist his own wrists, forcing him to release you. He stumbled back a step or two, shaking his head in disbelief. Seeing the opening, Technoblade quickly reacted, pulling out his diamond sword with unparalleled speed. The sharp blade glinted menacingly under the dim light as it pierced the gloomy atmosphere of the room.

Despite being momentarily off-balance from your sudden agility, quackity recovered quickly. A chilling laugh escaped his throat as he regarded the unsheathed sword before him. "Is that

In the blink of an eye, quackity found himself kicked to the ground, his balance shattered by your swift attack. He skidded across the cold, hard floor before coming to a halt beneath you with a growl of frustration. The sharp tip of Technoblade's diamond sword pressed firmly against the exposed skin of his throat, the danger imminent and unyielding.

Quackity met your gaze defiantly, a mix of anger, surprise, and fear mingling in his dark blue eyes. His muscular body tensed, prepared for whatever came next. Despite his vulnerable position, there was an undeniable thrill in the air

"I'm waiting," Technoblade said calmly, the blade remaining steady against quackity's throat. He could feel the other's heart racing beneath him, a mixture of adrenaline and exhilaration coursing through his veins. His mind reeled with possibilities, each more twisted than the last. He leaned in closer, breathing hot air onto quackity's face as he teasingly whispered, "Tell me what I want to know... or maybe I'll just take it out of your stubborn little ass."

For once, Technoblade felt an odd sense of control and dominance over another person—an intoxicating

quackity's eyes darted up to meet Technoblade's cold red orbs, chest heaving with shallow breaths. He could see the determination in your gaze, the ruthless will to enforce your power over him. Despite everything, there was a part of him that found it exhilarating, terrifying, and undeniably arousing.

A soft groan escaped quackity's lips as he finally broke the silence. "You wouldn't dare," he rasped, though there was no real conviction behind the words. His body trembled slightly underneath you, caught between fear and desire, vulnerability and aggression.