compulsvereader
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compulsvereader
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20+, she/hers, multi-shipper, SQH is my poor little meow meow. threadfics oftentimes nsfw 🔞. professional binghua converter.
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You know the scene in ocean's 8 where ann hathaway joins the heist crew bc she doesn't have any female friends and hates book clubs. that's my vision of modern au sha hualing
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this is when sqh created a plan to escape which he then kept pushing it back in favor of getting pounded into next week

“i’ll escape after i suck him off. i can’t leave my king with blue balls!“

“okay maybe after he finishes eating me out”

“……alright i can’t NOT fuck him his dick is massive—“
🔞 as if sensing his thoughts, sqh pulls off with a lewd slurp. he is dew-lashed & red-lipped. mbj’s hips twitch with the effort to not chase after him.

“my king,” he mewls between kitten licks at mbj’s crown. “i want you to knot my mouth.”

mbj blacks out.
thank you! i did not expect the moshang to come flowing out today
mbj will clear things up for him.

mbj is one of the best hunters in the kingdom. & sqh cannot evade him forever. mbj does not plan on coming back empty-headed a second time.
mbj needs to return to the northern desert.

there he will announce his engagement, along with his intention to hunt down his bride. if sqh had indicated he had no interest in mbj then maybe he would've let him go. as it stands, sqh is suffering from a misconception about mbj's feelings for him.
by the time mbj is able to move, discovered by his most hated servant, he is in a foul mood that is worsened by the knowledge that sqh is long-gone. if he can scavenge a weapon from one of mbj’s kills while in the throes of passion then he will be impossible to find hiding in familiar territory.
he tries to return the kiss, to beg the fox demon to stay, wrap his arms around him so he can never leave. but mbj can only lie there as sqh pulls away.

“goodbye, my king.”

sqh’s words & sqh himself are lost in the wind that rushes into the tent as he slips through the flap.
sqh adds in a bitter tone, “or maybe that’s how you treat all your partners.”

“but i’m grateful for it. along with the opportunity to escape.” sqh leans down to place one last, lingering kiss on mbj’s lips.
the insolence! the disrespect! mbj shamefully stirs in his pants.

“if you didn’t want to turn me into a rug, i would follow you for the rest of my immortal life!” sqh snaps. “you are my ideal man after all. i don’t know why you. . . pleased me so thoroughly, maybe to make my last night memorable,”
sqh’s hand migrates upwards to cup mbj’s cheek. “you really are handsome. more handsome than i could’ve imagined. my king,” he sighs, mbj’s heart twinges at the wistful sound, “why did you have to try to eat me, ah!”

suddenly both of mbj’s cheeks are pinched.
is sqh. . . worried that his escape will cause mbj to be looked down upon by his subjects? sqh should be skipping off into the woods, boasting about his superior cunning, not putting himself in danger of discovery by fiddling with mbj’s robes!
“ah, my king,” sqh fusses. “i can’t let you be seen in such a shameful state. if you hadn’t insisted on fucking me so long i wouldn’t be rushing to make you presentable. you’ll probably still lose face for being tricked but at least you can lie to your subordinates about what happened.”
sqh appears in his field of vision.

he pats down mbj’s robes, probably searching for gold or––tying them closed? mbj notices that his pants have also been put back on. sqh is muttering under his breath & mbj strains to listen in.
he comes back to wakefulness slowly. he is still paralyzed, his mobility the last to return with this type of poison. his eyes slit open a half-inch. he is a fool. bewitched by a pretty face & betrayed once again. this is his due for daring to trust any demon, let alone one as sly & deceitful as––
“oh my god. are you purring? why are you so cute? this is not good for my shriveled black heart. i’m sorry, my king,” sqh says.

while mbj is half-dreaming of sqh in nothern colors, he is rendered unconscious by a quill to the leg from a sleep-dealing porcupine hog.
his muscles tense just imagining it, ready to deal violence on whoever dares to hurt what’s his.

there is only one option. he must take sqh as his bride & browbeat or kill who disagrees. he purrs, although the sound is gruff & rusty with disuse, at the image of sqh returning with him.
mbj catches bits & pieces, mostly sated gratitude, but isn’t listening too hard. no, he’s thinking of this morning.

he can’t let sqh be turned into a shawl. he would sooner rip his maternal aunt’s shoulders off than allow her to wear sqh. he also can’t picture himself sitting outside obediently
🔞 mbj spares a thought for how wet & warm sqh's cunt must be. he probably even tastes different, his slick thinner than his seed.

mbj can sense this tie will be longer than the last. he settles his head on sqh's chest. sqh’s chatter has quieted down to a whisper.
🔞 & pile drives into his snug channel with bruising force.

sqh not only accepts it all, he demands more & more until mbj’s knot locks in for the final time. while mbj pumps him full to bursting, sqh orgasms for the fourth time, untouched. if sqh were in his female form, he'd surely be pregnant.
🔞 mbj begins to punch his knot in & out of sqh’s abused hole; shoving himself in to the base & taking himself out until his tip hovers above sqh’s agape hole as it opens & closes like a hungry mouth.

as sqh urges ‘don’t stop!’ mbj presses sqh’s spread-eagled legs to the table
🔞 thank god mbj slapped a muffling charm on the outside of the tent before coming in. he works his knot back in, sqh’s hole stretching & straining around the large intrusion, before pulling out a second time.

at first mbj is concerned by the weeping he hears but then glimpses sqh's delirious grin.
🔞 sqh rambles on, unknowingly stoking mbj to heights he's never known. mbj’s knot is starting to swell but he’s not ready to be done, to return to his cold bedroll. surely, sqh can take more. his half-blown knot catches on sqh’s rim. he pulls out.

sqh shrieks loud enough to wake the whole camp.
🔞 i think i can see you in my stomach. . .”

mbj looks down to see sqh is right, his lower belly bulges slightly each time mbj pushes back in. it is sqh who is perfect, mbj thinks, too small, too warm, too weak & yet he lets mbj into his body anyway, & yet he is perfectly made to take mbj’s cock.