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mer!LQG noncon breeding, pt.1(??)

this is getting out of hand y'all....I'm a little tempted to call it a day and stop the fic here but my thirsty ass probably,, will,,,continue, ,

Rated E, 4.8k

CW: noncon, captivity, milking/breeding, graphic depictions of violence, **live feeding and cannibalism**

At first he felt the chains, the bands of metal that cuffed his tail to his arms and his arms to his back. They were difficult not to feel. He was also bound upright with his back to a wall where if he hung like a dead fish, his muscles would elongate and his joints would slowly pull out of alignment like rotting. So he bobbed, relieved somewhat for the water’s buoyancy as he kept himself afloat against what little give the chains allowed. Mostly he just felt humiliated. And angry. And wary.

A few days passed and anger turned to fury, wariness to dread. The water around him was contained but not stagnant, the oxygen levels never waning as his gills carefully pumped water. Yet there was no food, which meant either his captors intended to starve him to death or they knew he didn’t need to eat. Likely the latter, given the restraints. But there was no other sign of life—no disturbance in the water, no footsteps from an airbreather drumming through the walls.

A few weeks passed and he wondered who would do this and if they had died to some stupid consequence of their own making without telling anybody else about the mer they’d chained up in a tank. He wondered if it was Shen Qingqiu, some sick plan to get rid of him once and for all. Shen Qingqiu was the last mer he remembered seeing after the fever took him. Perhaps Shen Qingqiu had drugged him. Sold him off to the human connections they’d always suspected Shen Qingqiu of having.

Another few weeks, and he was going out of his mind. The water getting cycled meant he never tasted his own blood for long, and the magical nature of the cuffs—the way they grated off his scales, yes, but refused to cut his bones—suggested that this prolonged isolation was intentional. Whoever had him in captivity was icing him out, was torturing him, or just didn’t care and wanted an insane mer for entertainment for some fucking reason—

A few months passed and Liu Qingge couldn’t feel the cuffs anymore.

I don’t believe we’ve met.

The psychic amusement felt like a jet of boiling water on Liu Qingge’s mind, raw from isolation. He thought he must have roared, but had a hard time remembering what sensations felt like. He’d been hanging for a few days now, tail cramping and arm tendons overextending. When he jerked upright, his whole body felt snapped like a fish gut string.

A human floated in front of him, broad and calm. The human had legs clothed in layers of rich robes. The human was not struggling to breathe or stay underwater.

Something twinged, sharp and unpleasant, in Liu Qingge’s shoulder. He’d been straining to reach the human without thinking like some kind of brainless animal.

Who— It was difficult to remember how to communicate. Who are you?!

The human winced, exaggerated and pointed.

This Lord is Luo Binghe, and I should call you Liu-shishu.

Something beneath all the discombobulation in Liu Qingge’s gut, the fervent disbelief that this was real, plummeted. Then burned.

I am a disciple of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu… The name broke like waves on Liu Qingge’s mind. Shen Qingqiu put you up to this?!

You could say that. The laughter in the human’s eyes was genuine, and Liu Qingge wanted to cut his face off and eat through his brains. Not your Shen Qingqiu though. I ought to explain.

Then the human—Luo Binghe—was reaching out and taking Liu Qingge by the chin. A few months ago Liu Qingge would’ve bitten his entire hand off without a thought but now, the single point of touch felt more like air than anything Liu Qingge’s gills had managed to pump in the last handful of weeks. In fact, Liu Qingge was so wrapped up in the external sensation that it took him a moment to realize that Luo Binghe was speaking.

—parallel universes. How curious, isn’t it? And how fortuitous that I can simply find another Shen Qingqiu and finally get the ending that I deserve.

Liu Qingge had no idea what Luo Binghe was talking about. He glared hard into Luo Binghe’s eyes and found, annoyingly, some distant delight there. Like a pet fish had done a trick.

And what do I, Liu Qingge snarled, flashing rows of sharp teeth, have to do with you and Shen Qingqiu?

Nothing, Luo Binghe confessed, and Liu Qingge boiled with how easily he’d said that. In my world, Shen Qingqiu had killed you before anything of consequence. He was about to kill you again, you know. I took you from that cave and healed your fever.

Then you chained me up and left me here for months.

On months, a part of Liu Qingge’s psychic projection broke off like sandstone after a storm. A mockery of condolence danced across Luo Binghe’s brow.

It’ll be easier for you if you believe this Lord to be your savior, Luo Binghe laughed, giving Liu Qingge’s chin a little shake. Liu Qingge did snap teeth then, and Luo Binghe withdrew his touch. Be grateful, and be of service. No need to make this hard on yourself.

In the space of a breath Liu Qingge knew with certainty that Luo Binghe had broken creatures before. Had broken them and broken them in for use, had known exactly which creatures with what mangled thoughts stayed the most docile under his thumb. Liu Qingge also knew he would be torn to a thousand pieces before he ever became that sort of creature. He would sooner die than lose himself as this self-professed lord’s plaything.

And judging by the smirk on Luo Binghe’s face, he knew it too.

But as expected of the man who saw through my Shizun’s facade before anybody else. There was real applause in Luo Binghe’s tone, and Liu Qingge had no idea how a creature could come to be like Luo Binghe. No idea at all. The man so stubborn that Shen Qingqiu had to kill you first. You know, I’m almost sorry to do this to you.

Luo Binghe paused, waiting. Liu Qingge refused to give him what he was obviously waiting for.

…Well, I’m sure Liu-shishu understands. If anyone wants revenge against Shen Qingqiu, it’s—

Shen Qingqiu isn’t doing this, Liu Qingge interrupted, flat. You are.

Luo Binghe’s eyes were as dark and lightless as tar before he hummed one lone, placid note.

I suppose that’s true.

Then he reached out and touched, of all things, Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Once again Liu Qingge forgot to twist away, but the skimming touch was gone as soon as it came.

So you’re right. You don’t matter. There are tests I have to run and I need a mer to do so. Everybody thinks you’re dead so you’re perfect.

There was something of the ocean about Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge thought dimly, the raw and ruthless strength of her. It had been a long time since anything made Liu Qingge feel this unnervingly small and inconsequential.

I’m going to free myself, Liu Qingge swore, and I’m going to kill you.

But Luo Binghe was already swimming away.

Alright Liu-shishu. I’m looking forward to you trying.

The first drug came a day later, poured like a cup of wine from the hand of some indolent young lord. Liu Qingge’s head snapped up the moment he felt the disturbance in the water, but what was there to do? The eddies from the pour, only slightly more viscous than its saltwater bath, had already dissipated, and it would soak into Liu Qingge’s skin. Either it would induce its intended effect or it wouldn’t.

Maybe it wasn’t any drug at all, but just the litter of a drunk underling.

Maybe Luo Binghe would now jump in, experience a hitherto unknown, utterly lethal allergic reaction, and free Liu Qingge to help. And Liu Qingge would—he’d propel them both up to the surface, morph legs, and slit Luo Binghe’s throat.

But no other disturbances on the water surface came, and Liu Qingge was left alone again, angrily attributing the prickling beneath his skin to Luo Binghe’s drug and not at all to the well of unease growing in his core.

By that evening, he knew what the drug had done, and the moment Luo Binghe came within reach Liu Qingge was snapping forward with all his strength, fangs bared to tear Luo Binghe’s throat out.

He managed to taste blood, and then felt an impact down his head and back so strong that his vision went white for minutes. By the time he wrestled his consciousness back, there was metal stretching his mouth wide open and Luo Binghe had a hand on the torn tip of his tail.

Honestly, Liu-shishu, Luo Binghe tsked, squeezing the bone Liu Qingge had broken until Liu Qingge was pale and trembling. Was that at all necessary? All I did was push your biological instincts a little forward in time.

Liu Qingge had dislocated a shoulder as well but couldn’t get the angle to push it back into place. Luo Binghe’s smile was sharp and intentional as he got into Liu Qingge’s face. Liu Qingge’s jaw ached to bite and rend flesh, but the thing Luo Binghe had put into his mouth wouldn’t allow it.

Luo Binghe snapped the strap of the gag against Liu Qingge’s cheek, a mild sting that was somehow more humiliating than everything Luo Binghe had done so far.

If you’re going to be this sensitive about the very first experiment, that doesn’t bode well for the rest. Take my advice, why don’t you? You’ll be much happier if you just relaxed.

Liu Qingge worked his jaw so hard that metal creaked and he tasted blood. Luo Binghe’s grin widened.

You are, he laughed, placing his palm flat on Liu Qingge’s scales, right over Liu Qingge’s uncomfortably swollen abdomen, incredibly entertaining.

Then he pushed down with the heel of his palm, exerting more and more steady pressure until something inside Liu Qingge’s body gave.

This Lord didn’t expect to be so entertained.

Between some of his smallest scales around the center of his tail, fevered skin split around a natural opening. Luo Binghe pushed until milt rushed out, ropes of white that disseminated into the water in tiny, floating specks. Luo Binghe pushed until the stuffiness that his drug had built up inside Liu Qingge’s stomach eased, loosened like a soaked sponge, and finally went away.

There we go, Luo Binghe murmured. His hand was still on Liu Qingge’s stomach like a brand. That wasn’t so difficult.

Liu Qingge would rather have the bloating back. He’d rather be cut into with a dinner knife than rubbed like this, all fake comfort, like stroking an animal after having it fucking neutered.

Ah, Liu-shishu came so quickly that I didn’t have time to collect a sample.

Luo Binghe’s hand was warm like a punchline, still rolling against Liu Qingge’s abdomen in small, gentle undulations. But his other hand now brought out a vial.

Now where is the opening…here?

Liu Qingge bucked again when Luo Binghe’s fingertip dipped into his slit. Luo Binghe just slammed him back against the wall, chains rattling and broken bones burning.

I said, relax.

The vial was thin and its lips smooth glass. It was nearly painless going in, Liu Qingge’s inexperienced walls letting it in with only a minor twinge of discomfort. Luo Binghe didn’t push it in far, but Liu Qingge still roared. He still fought tooth and tail against Luo Binghe’s hold, determined to snap the fucking glass in half and stab Luo Binghe with it, until Luo Binghe, expression going cold, bodied into him with twice as much force, pinning him with his shoulder, chest, and knee.

His teeth found Liu Qingge’s jaw as well, grazing in warning; Liu Qingge had been bitten by sharks before with duller teeth than Luo Binghe’s.

Too good to listen, hm?

Luo Binghe’s first suddenly drove into Liu Qingge’s stomach with unprecedented force. A plume of bubbles exploded from Liu Qingge’s mouth, rushing toward the surface.

At the same time Luo Binghe hummed and tipped the vial this way and that before slipping it out with a thumb on top as stopper. White milt filled the inside, readily visible. Luo Binghe examined Liu Qingge’s entrance left in its wake, almost curiously brushing over the lips of swollen muscle.

Then he was smiling at Liu Qingge, one hand patting Liu Qingge’s cheek in open condescension before pulling the gag out.

Liu-shishu’s seriously injured himself today, Luo Binghe sighed. He finally kicked away and Liu Qingge didn’t know if the loss of touch made all his pain feel worse or better. This Lord recommends you take it easy for a month or two. To heal.

Which meant Luo Binghe was going to ice him out again, leave him untouched and deprived of all sensation at the bottom of this pit after having been used and emptied against his will.

Until then.

Liu Qingge couldn’t even send him off with another threat.

The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge could no longer smell his own milt.

The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge couldn’t even feel his own skin. It occurred to him that Luo Binghe might still be drugging the water, soaking him in sedatives to compound his sense of isolation. If so, then it worked. If so, then Liu Qingge was the loneliest creature on the planet; even torn-up skin and broken scales couldn’t puncture the murk swallowing up his brain.

For the first time in his very long life, Liu Qingge felt that water kept poor company. All it did was bury and forget. All it did was pollute. Liu Qingge was buried and forgotten. Liu Qingge was polluted.

Something splashed over the surface of his water and the force of it felt like an explosion on Liu Qingge’s numbed-out senses, so much so that he was actually stunned for an unacceptably long time. It felt like the still-sensate fraction of his brain was being borne upon opaque foam that was being dashed against a cliffside—no matter how stiffly he tried to hold himself, he was barreled ass over head. No matter how he tried to swim out, he remain smothered.

By the time his mind finally tired itself out, whatever thing had intruded on his isolation was long gone, and Liu Qingge had no way of knowing if it had been more drugs or a hand or an ally. That could have been Liu Qingge’s only chance of escaping and he blew it on useless thrashing.

…Who was he kidding? That was no ally. There would be no rescue, because thanks to Shen Qingqiu—no, thanks to Luo Binghe—not a single soul in the world knew Liu Qingge was alive enough to need rescuing.

Alive enough was something of a comforting qualifier though. Either he was or he wasn’t, and the moment he wasn’t, then he’d become dead enough to kill. Great, get Shen Qingqiu involved then. According to Luo Binghe, that bastard was the only one with a track record of killing him. For all their years of disagreements and teeth-baring fights, Shen Qingqiu had somehow turned out to be the only one Liu Qingge could count on now to put him out of his misery.

It was a drug, a different one that first made all of Liu Qingge’s organs cramp and then all his tendons ache. The worst part was, Liu Qingge was grateful. The new types of discomfort, one that he was not numbed to the bones by, felt good, felt easy to focus on. Liu Qingge felt embarrassingly relieved to have something other than meditation take his attention after all these months of nothing but silent non-sensation.

Two days after the aches, the bloating started again. This time though, whatever his body was generating (and Liu Qingge had a sick, sick idea) seemed to be taking more out of him than his body was ready to give. Everything was sore, and Liu Qingge spent more time passed out from strange exhaustion than in meditative trance. His tail fins grew so discomfortingly restless that by the time Liu Qingge realized, he’d already tattered them to ribbons against the chains and wall. His abdomen swelled at the cost of his tail muscles, the layer of fat over his ribs.

All in all Liu Qingge knew he looked quite mangled for Luo Binghe’s visit, but didn’t expect the displeased surprise in Luo Binghe’s frown. He didn’t expect Luo Binghe’s touch to hurt and for the hiss of pain to slip unbidden out through his teeth.

Shishu’s running a fever, Luo Binge observed, running his hand just above Liu Qingge’s cheek and neck but not touching again.

The hell did you give me, Liu Qingge murmured, eyes tracing the hovering hand. He wanted touch. He didn’t want touch. He wanted that, the elastic skin and the resistance of muscles between his teeth. The hovering was making him dizzy.

Nothing to cause this I hope, or some idiots with their lofty promises are about to die, Luo Binghe answered darkly. The question is, could this be the natural biology of your species? Does the spawning of roe typically forecast death?

Roe. Of fucking course. The twist of disgust in Liu Qingge’s gut, after a moment, floated painlessly away, to be felt some other time when Liu Qingge wasn’t so damn tired.

He must have answered in the negative, because Luo Binghe lifted a skeptical brow.

Are you certain? Because no offense, but Liu-shishu doesn’t exactly seem the type to be knowledgeable about sexual reproduction—

Liu Qingge lost track of time. He came to again with the soft, pleasing gnash of food between his teeth. His head shook on instinct, trying to tear flesh free, and he heard a low chuckle within the dispersing cloud of cooling red blood.

This is a nice surprise.

Movement, right in front of Liu Qingge, and Liu Qingge had never felt so capable—the starved and dying creature with food finally within reach. He opened his jaw again. Bit. Tore. His gums were warmed. His throat and belly went hot and satisfied with the rush of blood and finally, his eggs would be fed, and all at once his stomach felt packed, stretched to the brim with food and readiness to mate mate find a mate and spawn—

Poor Shishu, chained up here for so long. Shall this Lord let you stretch some? Go on, swim around a bit.

Weights and steady pressure—around his wrists, around his tail—were suddenly gone, and he—

Liu Qingge woke up, his mind cold and true. Luo Binghe had taken off his shackles. It didn’t matter why. He had to escape.

So, pushing clean through all the tearing pain of moving unused muscles again, Liu Qingge launched himself at the water surface.

Arms clamped around his neck, less of a choke than a hold. Liu Qingge swam harder. If Luo Binghe wanted to come along for the ride then Liu Qingge would damn well show him the dangers of water pressure. Legs tried to snake around his waist as well but Liu Qingge shook them off. He dislodged all the grips and clamps he could but that wasn’t the point, the point was the surface getting brighter and brighter within reach. The point was freedom, finally, because Luo Binghe was stupid enough to actually undo his—

Something—

There were things crawling under Liu Qingge’s skin.

There were things crawling, then tasting, then gnawing.

Pain was nothing. The surface was something. Out, get out of this oceans-forsaken tank. Keep swimming.

Then tearing.

Keep swimming.

I have to say, I really am impressed.

Keep—

Convulsing.

Liu Qingge slammed into the wall of the tank, clawing. He could drag himself up the last few meters, he could. He’d dig his damn fingers right into the metal if he had to, turn his bones into teeth. He could.

He couldn’t. Fingertips slipped and there was a leg, a booted foot pushing him away from the wall, away from any holds and out into open water, where there was nothing to do but swim and Liu Qingge couldn’t swim—

They sank, slow and inevitable. Liu Qingge’s entire body felt mashed together like sodden paper being crumpled between palms. There was a palm on him, curious and almost protective, resting over his belly. It didn’t let go even once they landed back on the floor of the tank. It stroked, and urged Liu Qingge’s stiff body back against Luo Binghe’s warm, clothed chest, between Luo Binghe’s spread legs, into the triumphant wrap of Luo Binghe’s arms.

That was nice, wasn’t it? I bet Shishu’s missed that.

Stroking lovingly over Liu Qingge’s still-spasming throat, Luo Binghe fastened a cuff back on. This time, there was extraordinarily little give in the chain, and the back of Liu Qingge’s head was basically flat against the floor.

I also thought you might appreciate a change in scenery.

Luo Binghe let go to float on top. He never went far, hand practically affixed to Liu Qingge’s side then belly like its fullness was a prize. Liu Qingge’s body was still practically paralyzed with pain, but he saw Luo Binghe now for the first time since his feeding.

A hole had been cleanly bitten through Luo Binghe’s robes—and shoulder. Though there was no longer blood, two chunks of flesh were evidently missing from Luo Binghe’s bicep.

Liu Qingge didn’t care that he’d eaten bits of his enemy. He was just pissed that Luo Binghe seemed completely unfazed by it. There were also the faintest traces of blood under Luo Binghe’s nose that he also seemed unfazed by, but at least, Liu Qingge thought with grim pleasure, he’d demonstrated to Luo Binghe the danger of trying to keep pace with a mer underwater. Luo Binghe would hardly be trying that again.

Something flinty slipped into Luo Binghe’s expression.

Like what you see that much?

The things under Liu Qingge’s skin began to wring again, like Liu Qingge’s arteries were wet towels to be squeezed completely dry. Liu Qingge’s throat slammed against metal and the cuff choked off his yell.

That’s not the thanks this Lord wants for feeding you, Liu-shishu.

You starved me in the first—

Liu Qingge’s mental snarl broke off when Luo Binghe pushed on his stomach, the same motion as when Luo Binghe had milked him for his milt before. His tail snapped up, desperate to do damage, but with a brutal squeeze of whatever was inside Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe rendered his most powerful appendage useless in an instant. Luo Binghe even stroked along the scales in appreciative ownership, as if he already had Liu Qingge mounted and displayed on his mantle.

Aren’t you tired already? Won’t Shishu just relax for me?

And no matter how hard Liu Qingge clenched his muscles, the pressure from Luo Binghe’s hand was compounding. All Luo Binghe really had to do now was—

This Lord can help you relax.

—slip his fingers past Liu Qingge’s scales again and rub him open. The eggs of their species were bigger than sperm, so release took more coaxing than last time. That, plus the constant current of pain Luo Binghe was keeping him still with, meant Liu Qingge endured a solid minute of Luo Binghe prying at his entrance, trying to ease him open wide enough for the first egg to come through.

Finally, Luo Binghe leaned back with a frown, hand stilling.

I didn’t intend to chain your tail again, but Liu-shishu can hardly be relied upon to not attack if I release him.

Damn right, Liu Qingge murmured, not sure if he was projecting at all. If Luo Binghe gave him control of his tail back without chaining him down, then yes, he was going to try to break every bone in Luo Binghe’s body no matter what state of breed-readiness he was in. Luo Binghe didn’t get to look at him like that, all chastening and castigating, as if he was the one making both their lives difficult.

Such a shame Liu-shishu refuses to behave better.

A cuff was secured around the base of his tail once more, its chain similarly short. Once Liu Qingge was pretty much laid out flat on the bottom of the tank, the paralyzing pain in his body finally began to ease.

And with it, the tension in Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Unwittingly and almost immediately, the first handful of roe slipped free of Liu Qingge’s body. Luo Binghe’s hand scooped under them like the eager, protective fins of a mate, whisking them gently into a prepared bag pulled from Luo Binghe’s sleeve.

There we go, Luo Binghe whispered, almost to himself. There we go.

His eyes were fervent as he held the bag to Liu Qingge’s slit, and Liu Qingge barely had time to struggle before Luo Binghe was applying pressure again, pushing the roe straight out of him. The sensation was uncanny, pleasure from release but also pleasure for its own sake. It must be a built-in instinct, Liu Qingge reasoned, somewhat frenzied as the odd, undesired pleasure forced itself onto and out of him. It must be instinct making his tail tremble and Luo Binghe pressed his stomach. It must be instinct warming his organs.

When the bag was full, Luo Binghe took a moment to seal it and put it away. His gaze never once left the part of Liu Qingge’s slit though, wider this time than before with eggs still inadvertently slipping out, twos and threes at a time, every time Liu Qingge’s breath hitched. There was still roe inside. Two bites of Luo Binghe’s flesh and a generous drink of his blood had somehow both revived Liu Qingge entirely in energy and packed him to the brim with viable eggs.

With both his hands free now, Luo Binghe flattened both hands against Liu Qingge’s tail, framing Liu Qingge’s opening on either side. His eyes were bright with a mad scientist’s curiosity and something else, something troubled and obsessive and heavy. He pushed once, gently, and watched the roe slip free. He held his thumbs to the edges and pressed them into the muscle, holding Liu Qingge somewhat open for more roe, small and dark orange, almost liquid and almost blood, to drain out in a thin pulse.

I, Liu Qingge vowed, staring up at the light of the surface, will hunt down all the offspring you’ll try to have. I will eat them straight out of the water.

Luo Binghe was silent for a moment, neither moving nor projecting.

Then he laughed, a quiet humorless thing.

You mean like this?

Thumbs pried into Liu Qingge’s slit and worked him open, but then, a third appendage joined them. A hot shot of muscle filled Liu Qingge from wall to wall and Liu Qingge tried to jackknife up, to dislodge the sudden intrusion but the chains kept him sprawled, kept him wide open like a whale fall to be feasted upon by any and every insolent creature who dared to put its mouth on him—

Luo Binghe lapped, then suckled. Luo Binghe sealed his mouth over Liu Qingge’s opening and worked his tongue inside so vigorously that roe kept escaping. Liu Qingge didn’t even have to breathe this time for the roe to flow out, the untrained muscles of his passage so bowled over by Luo Binghe’s assault that they could only let Luo Binghe in, and let the eggs out, and hang open so uselessly that Liu Qingge would sooner grab a rock nearby and plug himself up.

Liu Qingge gouged at Luo Binghe’s scalp but it didn’t stop. Liu Qingge punched and shoved and thrashed but it didn’t stop.

Until finally it did, and Luo Binghe was all of a sudden in his face with sealed lips and a full mouth. And his eyes were bleak and cold as they descended and—

Luo Binghe grabbed a fistful of Liu Qingge’s hair and shoved their mouths together.

Luo Binghe dragged Liu Qingge’s lips apart with his tongue and teeth in a shower of salt and iron. And something was flooding into Liu Qingge’s mouth, something in drips and bits, something almost liquid. They skimmed against the sharp edges of Liu Qingge’s teeth and crumpled. Liu Qingge choked hard on the salt of it all.

Then Luo Binghe was pulling back, laughing. Roe looked like blood smeared against his chin and teeth.

Don’t presume to threaten me, Liu Qingge.

As Luo Binghe got his feet underneath him, his hand found the center of Liu Qingge’s tail one more time. He touched the empty slit there, gaping open, rubbing with too much familiarity.

Next time, he promised, and kicked off for the surface.

The plume of bubbles containing Liu Qingge’s roar chased him all the way up.

#bingliu #like I'm not kidding about the fish content y'all #the nasty thing where fish will chase after a pregnant female all dog-like #mouth-to-exit action #so they can eat the baby fish immediately upon birthing #this isn't quite that but for real there's some roe-eating #my challenge this kinktober is apparently to write something so gnarly y'all will quit me alfskdjnflakblgkjsndlfasd #okay no no it's not....THAT nasty i don't think. i mean. i dunno.#kinktober 2022 #i'm a little hysterical after writing all that ngl so breaktime #but i do wanna continue it #let Binghe fuck him at least #I also really want SJ to show up but at that point it's gonna be full plot #...which could be nice #HMM ANYWAYS #lunch time lkajdnflaksdjf #gonna go get some sushi alksjdaskjfnlakjnsdfknjasdfjalsdf

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