maen

mae's personal acc - shitposting/reblogging ao3 acc: @maenecoon 18+

[maenecoon]

,,, only took a week or so but i finally got over myself and decided to post chapter 1 of my kimchay bdsm au !! maybe bc i make impulse decisions at 5am !! who knows !! anyways it's up !! i hope you enjoy !!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[hyrude]

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

[hyrude]

here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store who’s short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you weren’t there, they’d have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someone’s lost cat. you could watch someone’s bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other people’s lives and they are going to touch yours and there’s no way to know when it’s going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldn’t want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice. 

[elaninrecovery]

When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. I’d never been on a roller coaster.

A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.

Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe they’d ridden it before I’m not sure.

But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people I’ve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.

I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesn’t go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.

It’s stunningly lovely to be human when we’re kind to each other.

[lymmea]

OH THIS CAN’T BE LEFT IN THE NOTES

[bewitched-by-sorns-tiddies-deac]

I have 40 minutes until a chat with a lawyer that will almost definitely be bad news so I'm going to babble about last night some more.

Emily Bronte said that as the mother of romance, she is summoned anytime that society reaches a peak of focused horniess and that heated rivalry had done just that.

One act has a guy come out dressed up like a football player, strip down until he was in his nerd clothes where he then pulled out a naught bl Manga and stripped down to just a harness and thong, complete with riding crop.

Another act had four of them dressed again in very 'put together' clothes, reading literary classics like Moby dick and wuthering heights, occasionally pointing out scandalizing parts to each other. Eventually the 'covers' fall off revealing they're reading like acotar and 50 shades of gray. And then the boys had a bit of.. boys will be boys fun that ended up with them using their books to cover themselves because oops- their thongs were gone.

Emily Bronte led the crowd in chanting the 'pre-writing title' of heated rivalry.. you know.. fuck ice. She also trashed jkr.

A drag king did that one song that's like 'sugar on my tongue' while wearing an admittedly slightly terrifying muscle suit and dressed like a hockey bro.

The guy who was playing Shane Hollander in the duo song came back out and did a show behind a curtain, where he emerged at the end in the world's tiniest towel.

Speaking of which- Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov made out on stage during their song which was.. wild.

The final song of the night was a classical version of Billie elish's ' I'm the bad guy' and they were all dressed up/introduced as if they were ... the least eligible Bridgertons.

There was a song earlier in the night that involved a librarian making tea that ended with him literally pouring... real water from the pot over his body. And then two of the guys came out in just hockey jerseys and bedazzled jock straps to clean the floor with rags.

James and the giant pasty (he's the tallest of all the guys in that group shot/ilya rozanov) did a song about 'self love' that literally involved him coming out in like.. greaser gear, and then ripping off half of it to expose that he'd custom made an outside that was half pink fruity suit, half leather jacket get up. And then proceeded to take himself on a date and get a little frisky.

I can't remember the pun, but there was an interlude with a lesbian Shania twane who came out to hit on Emily Bronte in a song that did was like 'when you're creaming from my fingering... that's amoreeeee' (it was a tribute/nod to the neighborhood the venue was in, little italy)

And an older woman who came out and did another lesbian song.

I just... love my city so fucking much and all the creative minds in it.

[shardlily]

Big thank you to all the creators out there ❤️

[gravitren]

We all know what erectile dysfunction is but literally no one is ever taught what vaginismus is and it can cause people to feel extremely lost, broken, and cause people to take their own lives. Raise. Awareness.

[pokemonprofessor]

For the uninformed, vaginismus is when the vagina painfully tightens and spasms when faced with pressure, usually from anything trying to insert into the vagina. It’s the reason I can’t wear tampons, and why many people can’t have vaginal sex without severe pain.

There’s not a lot of treatments, and there isn’t a single one that is for vaginismus exclusively - they’re all medications or treatments to treat symptoms, but not the causes. In fact, for a long time doctors waved off vaginismus as a purely psychological disorder in cis women.

Seriously, this is so unaddressed and uncared for in medical circles. Please spread awareness, even if all it’s for is to let those who have it but don’t have a name for it finally be able to understand what’s happening to their bodies.

[certifiedsexed]

Certified Sex Ed Post!

[mystery-ink]

Hi hello! This post is almost 10 years old and there ARE treatments for this. Vaginismus is otherwise known as pelvic hypertonia and it is a MUSCULAR condition that can be caused by many different factors including endometriosis, trauma, chronic UTIs, and connective tissue disorders.

It’s incredibly common! And it can be treated by physiotherapy.

I know this because I’m currently undergoing physio and although it can take months to recover, I’m already seeing improvement. A lot of the pelvic floor exercises are available online, but if you have these symptoms please TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR and see if you can get a physio referral (or investigation for underlying causes like endometriosis).

Also, my additions to posts never get reblogged so a note to my followers: this is SUPER IMPORTANT ISSUE that affects many people and is rarely talked about. Please reblog, and please share this info with as many people as possible.

Pelvic hypertonia/vaginismus is incredibly debilitating and psychologically damaging but it CAN BE TREATED. Spread the word, and you never know who you’ll be throwing a lifeline to.

[itssjanedoe]

[s-h-a-s-e]

[goodfriendo]

i wonder what they're gossiping about

[jmawork]

had to draw them

[unbotheredmuse]

[hazystars]

you forgot the best part tho

(via @butchmuppet)

[chilewithcarnage]

no lie, the second half of this post really helped me put a different perspective on my life and greatly the decreased the anxiety i have about my life to come

[lillupon]

Generative AI in Fic and Fandom

I'm having a lot of complicated thoughts towards AI in writing, and in particular, AI writing in fandom spaces. So here's my great long ramble, which culminates in: human writers, keep writing, there is value in your story; readers, please give your hard-working humans some love by leaving kudos and comments. 

I took a fairly long break from writing and fandom to focus on life and work on other hobbies, and now it feels like I'm seeing partially, or entirely, AI-generated fics everywhere. There are fics that I am certain are AI-generated, but haven't been tagged as such. AI has a unique tone and structure that I personally feel is recognizable—and it is not the same as (beginner) writers who are still trying to find their voice, which a lot of people seem to be worried about. AI description, dialogue, and sentence structures all have the same underlying beat.

It's often a combination of certain characteristics at a high frequency (please note: CHARACTERISTICS at HIGH FREQUENCY) that scream AI to me. However, I'll leave aside stylistic tells and instead focus on two other major signs that a work has been AI-generated: (1) the inhuman rate of posts, and (2) the marked difference between earlier works and more recent works. These two things are harder to argue against. 

One author in particular, who writes in a fandom I participate in, comes to mind.

Regarding the inhuman rate of posting, this person published 1.5 million words since the beginning of this year (January 2025). That's an average of 1,500,000 words ÷ 235 days = 6,383 words a day, without a single day off. In the past thirty days alone, they've averaged posting 10k words a day. Anyone who has tried writing before knows how difficult it can be to write several hundred words a day, let alone a consistent (and coherent!) 10k a day. 

This same author also went from being an English learner to being able to apply native-level fluency in two years. Compare these sentences from the author's work: 

From 2022:

[You can Put it this way, it was Taehyung's first time to receive a marriage proposal.]

From 2024:

[The world was simple then—summer days that stretched forever, laughter that carried on the wind, and a friendship that seemed inevitable, like it had always been written somewhere in the stars above them.]

From 2025:

[The doors exploded inward with a flash of smoke and steel. In seconds, black-suited bodyguards stormed the warehouse like a wave of shadows—masks on, silencers up, tactical lasers slicing through the air.]

I'm not trying to diminish anyone's efforts to learn a language. As someone who was raised bilingual, I know how fucking hard it is to learn a language; I also studied French in school and spent the past two years grinding Japanese. But this is precisely why I know this is not a realistic rate of improvement for a normal human being. Understanding a high-level of English and being able to smoothly converse in it is a different skillset from being able to employ it in writing. Writing is hard, even for native speakers. So language learners, if you were truly able to make this kind of progress in two years, you are actually in the top 0.1% of the human population, and I would like to know all of your secrets. Again, language INPUT is not the same as language OUTPUT. Outputting language is far harder than understanding input. Conversational, day-to-day speech is not the same as the language encountered in longform writing. 

But at the end of the day, my "AI detection" isn't based on irrefutable evidence. Many AI-isms can be edited out. I know I can't participate in an AI witch hunt based on vibes alone. I know my own writing also contains AI-isms (though it is more accurate to say that AI sounds like a human because it was trained on millions of fanworks and published authors). I love em-dashes and italics for emphasis. I love fragments and "groups of three". I reuse the same phrases and expressions all the time. I still think "It wasn't just [A], it was [B], [C], and [D]" is a great structure to highlight contrast. Sometimes my metaphors are trite and nonsensical. I love cliched tropes and I think they are cliches for a reason: they're just so damn fun! AI can't keep a storyline straight, but neither can I, because I've fucking forgotten what I wrote two days ago. Inconsistent writing styles are often seen as a marker of AI usage. But you know what? Sometimes I am astounded by the brilliance of a sentence I came up with, and other times, I am astounded by the complete garbage of a sentence my brain cobbled together.

I just hate how AI has made me paranoid and critical of everything I read. Now I feel like I can only read fanfics with a unique voice, or fanfics that were written prior to 2023, or fanfics written by authors who have an established track record from years back. I recognize this is actually fucking stupid. This way of thinking pushes out new writers (who may even end up turning to AI to polish their works), and I know—I know—there are still fic writers who devote hundreds of hours to their craft. Who spend hours plotting and daydreaming scenarios. Who agonize over every word and sentence they write down. In fact, I imagine that these are the majority of fic writers. I think the majority of fic writers write fic because they love the world and the characters, and they love the process of creating!

I understand that AI is a tool, and that it's here to stay. I think traditional artists had the same fears when digitial art came about. I'm sure that photographers in the past felt that digital manipulation of images did not count as "real" photography, and now digital editing is the norm. Hell, artists went—are going?—through the same thing writers are contending with now. I'm trying not to be an old man shaking his fist at the clouds, but right now, I just cannot seem to reconcile my belief of what creative writing should be with new technology that is making writing more accessible. 

I don't know. I feel so conflicted... I think AI, especially when combined with fact-checking, is great for research. Nowadays, when you look something up on Google, the first thing that pops up is an AI overview, anyway. But where do we draw the line? Is it okay to use AI for research, but not for brainstorming? Is it okay to use AI to help with line editting, so long as you actually wrote everything yourself first? Is it okay to use AI to generate names and fic titles, but not summaries? Many people will agree that AI should not be used to generate entire fics, line by line. But there are so many other nuanced ways to use AI. Who is to decide what is acceptable use of AI, and what isn't? I feel like it's impossible to police AI use, and attempting to do so will hurt real writers more than writers who use AI. 

I love writing and all the exhilarating and agonizing moments that come with it, so I won't be using AI to write my fics for me. I love daydreaming and the act of writing itself too much to let a machine do it for me. If I knew an author was using AI to write prose, I would exit out immediately; I want to only engage with stories written by humans. But there is a tiny part of me that worries about how I'm going to keep up with fic writers—if you want to call them that—who are doubtless embracing AI and using it to enhance their writing, or generate entire fics. I feel stupid saying this even as I type it, because fic writing is not some capitalist venture. I don't make any money off it. And yet!

I guess why all of this bothers me so much is because I see AI-generated fanfics garnering hundreds—even thousands—of kudos and comments, while fics written by human authors are receiving crickets. As a fic writer, this is gutting. Like many other fic writers, I write for myself, but I share my work because this is my way of engaging with the fandom. Fic writers want to scream with their readers and fellow fans about their favourite blorbos—and yes, they would also like to be acknowledged for their work. It's the only kind of compensation and motivation they receive to keep creating, after all. 

I had to get this out because I've been struggling to re-engage with fandom now that it feels like AI has invaded the space. When I returned to AO3 a month ago and saw the amount of AI-generated or assisted work, I literally thought, "What's the point of me even writing anymore? People can just use ChatGPT to bring their stories to life." I'm slowly getting over that initial shock and dismay. I'm trying to remind myself that actual process of writing brings me joy, not just the finished product. I'm trying to convince myself that the majority of fic writers don't rely on AI, and that fanfic is very much still a labour of love.

I might come back to this to add more later, but for now, I'll end this by saying: writers, keep creating; and readers, your comments mean far more to writers than you know.

[n1t6g251436]

[jasminetea-nightsky]

Manifesting.

[writercultureis]

Writer culture is this

.

[gyrovagi]

just love an unclassifiable weird intense relationship. what are they to each other well they're two of them. what are their feelings towards each other they're strong ones for sure. and of course this can only be improved when one or both of them are in happy committed romantic/sexual relationships with someone else entirely, and then there's whatever the fuck these two have going on.

[scarlet-stars9]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat & Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun & Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun & Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Sparring, Getting Back Together, Protective Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Protective Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun is So Whipped, POV Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Good Sibling Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Post-Canon, Porsche has good intentions, POV Outsider Series: Part 1 of Behind Closed Doors Summary:

Porsche has his eyes set on one candidate to be a self-defense tutor for Chay: Kim Theerapanyakul.

He doesn’t understand why Kinn is so concerned.

[lillupon]

lmd(lmb) chapter 9 extra: chi cheng's pov

Author’s note: This an AU of chapter 9’s events. I only meant to write a couple hundred words of jealous Suo Wei from Chi Cheng’s perspective, but it kind of spiraled out of control and turned into this alternate universe/canon divergent scene… I don’t really consider this extra to be compliant with the main fic—more details on why at the end!

It does occur to Chi Cheng to hook up with someone while he’s at Cheng Yu’s club. He hasn’t gotten laid in god knows how long. Maybe that’s why he’s so fucking horny all the time as of late, and since Suo Wei is in close proximity, the boy ended up a convenient target for his sex drive. If he could just get it out of his system, then maybe he would stop lusting after a kid. And if he searches specifically for a boy with soft features and round, disarming eyes, no one would have to know.

But then Suo Wei comes home from work looking drained, a dispirited slope in his shoulders, and the idea evaporates from his mind. He can’t let loose when Suo Wei is so obviously unhappy. A rough day at work, Suo Wei tells him, assuring him that he’ll feel better after a shower and some food. Chi Cheng wants to press, but Suo Wei runs off to his bedroom to get changed. Chi Cheng stands there for a moment, feeling off-kilter, then decides that he should get ready to leave, too. 

He’s at the door tying the laces of his boots when Suo Wei’s door flies open. Their eyes meet and Suo Wei freezes, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. A flush is climbing up his cheeks. Chi Cheng has no idea what prompted the outburst, but it’s instinct for him to approach Suo Wei. Pitching his voice low and comforting, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

He notices Suo Wei’s eyes jumping from his face, to his open throat where his chain rests, to his clothes. Suo Wei’s gaze lingers for a beat on his exposed chest, and then drops. His cheeks are sweetly pink. Chi Cheng swallows. Wonders if that response was prompted by his outfit. If Suo Wei liked what he saw. No… He’s reading too much into it. Projecting his own feelings onto Suo Wei’s reactions. 

“What’s wrong?” Chi Cheng asks again.

“Uh—” Suo Wei is jittery. His eyes won’t stay in one place, and he can’t stop fidgeting and squirming. Clearly, he has something he wants to say, but is too scared to admit it. His eyes flit around the apartment, as though the answer to Chi Cheng’s question is hidden between the furniture. He lights up when he sees his phone, practically shouts, “I was just looking for my phone!” as he scurries over to grab it. Shows Chi Cheng. 

“Okay… Well. If that’s all, I suppose I’m going to head out now,” Chi Cheng says hesitantly, taking a half-step in the direction of the door.

And that’s when everything bubbles out. 

“Um—! When will you be back?” Suo Wei’s voice is heartbreakingly tiny. “I mean… How will I know if you’re spending the night at… at—” The boy doesn’t finish his sentence. Tries a different line of questioning, “How will I know if you decided not to come home, or if something happened? Like, what if you get into a fight? You’ll probably drink, right? What if you get drunk and… and drive? And you get hurt?”

Oh. He was worried about me. Chi Cheng melts, every last atom of his being turning into a warm, soppy mess. He has to fight the grin that threatens to overcome him. Before Suo Wei can spiral into a full-on meltdown, he interrupts gently, “Suo Wei. I’m not going to get into a fight. I won’t get drunk.”

But Suo Wei isn’t done, and starts babbling about finding somewhere else to stay, and the thoughts are so disjointed and apropos of nothing that Chi Cheng doesn’t quite follow until Suo Wei stammers something about Chi Cheng possibly bringing someone home. 

Taken alone, Chi Cheng might have interpreted that comment as a considerate offer—Suo Wei genuinely not wanting to intrude in case Chi Cheng wanted to invite someone over. But taken in conjunction with Suo Wei’s earlier worries, and the nervous and embarrassed energy radiating off the boy… He realizes that Suo Wei isn’t just worried about his safety. He’s jealous, fearing that Chi Cheng will hook up with someone. 

Chi Cheng can’t help it—he laughs. So this is what had Suo Wei in a tizzy. And it makes Chi Cheng so irrationally, deliriously happy. He feels so fucking soft and fond for this boy. They’re not together, but he’s struck with guilt for even thinking about sleeping with someone else. He has the powerful urge to gather Suo Wei into his arms to soothe the fretting boy. He wants to bite Suo Wei’s soft, glowing cheeks, pepper kisses all over the heated skin and croon, Baby, don’t worry, I’m not looking at anyone but you, and then hug Suo Wei hard to his chest.

He comes close to doing it, but manages to stop himself at holding Suo Wei by the elbows. He brushes his thumbs back and forth over Suo Wei’s thin arms. Suo Wei looks sweet and tempting like this, with his eyes downcast and lashes dark fans against his pale skin. His lower lip juts out in an unhappy pout. 

Chi Cheng wants to eat him right up, kiss away his pout. He ends up going to the club, if only to keep himself from doing something crazy. But the entire time he’s there, he can’t stop thinking about Suo Wei. 

Suo Wei had been subdued since this morning when Chi Cheng said he had plans to go to the grand opening of Cheng Yu’s club. Suo Wei had come home from work upset. Suo Wei was at home alone, possibly freaking out about Chi Cheng being at the club. He feels like such an asshole for being here. He should have just stayed in tonight. Then maybe Suo Wei would be the one smiling at him, and not the bartender who keeps looking in his direction and asking if he needs another drink.

Chi Cheng shrugs off advances from the bartender and other strangers with a grunt, barely looking at their faces. Beneath the table, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. There’s nothing. That’s a good thing, he tells himself. It means Suo Wei is asleep, or otherwise preoccupied.

“Are you waiting for a message from a client or something?” Cheng Yu asks.

Chi Cheng shoves his phone away, like a student caught on their device by the teacher. “No.”

“Really? It seemed like you were waiting for something important. You’ve checked your phone five times in the last ten minutes.”

Chi Cheng doesn’t check his phone for the next little while, no matter how much his fingers itch at his side. He drums them on the bartop to keep himself occupied.

Eventually, he can’t resist looking at his watch. It feels like he’s been here forever, but it hasn’t even been an hour yet. He knows this is an important night for Cheng Yu, but he keeps hearing Suo Wei’s voice in his head, thick with emotion and cracking with anxiousness; he feels arrested by the mere memory of Suo Wei’s big, damp eyes looking up at him. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to stay for any longer without going stir-crazy. He downs the rest of his beer. “I think I’m going to get going. It’s late.” It’s not even midnight yet. The version of him from ten years ago would mock him.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to keep Suo Wei waiting,” Cheng Yu says.

Chi Cheng stares. He’s not one to show a blush on his face, but he can feel the heat gathering in his ears.

A grin grows across Cheng Yu’s face. “Oh shit. Was I right?” He barks out a laugh. “Damn! So are you guys a thing now?”

“No,” Chi Cheng says. “It’s not like that.”

“But you wish it was.”

Chi Cheng isn’t expecting Suo Wei to be up when he arrives home—he told Suo Wei to sleep, after all—but he feels strangely bereft when he comes back to a silent apartment and there’s no Suo Wei in sight.

He wouldn’t have minded, if Suo Wei waited up for him. 

He’s untying the laces to his boots—these things are such a fucking pain in the ass—when a door creaks. He looks up and his heart does a death-shudder in his chest. “Suo Wei,” he says, voice melting into something embarrassingly soft. “What are you doing up?”

Suo Wei looks shame-faced at being caught, but emerges from the bedroom with his blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. “I… I heard you come home.” He walks over soft-footed to Chi Cheng.

“Sorry. I tried to be quiet.” 

Suo Wei shakes his head. “It’s okay. I was up anyway.” And then his eyes slide almost imperceptibly in the direction of Chi Cheng’s bedroom, as though wondering if Chi Cheng was hiding someone behind the door.

“It’s just me,” Chi Cheng says. “There’s no one else.”

“Ugh, fuck,” Suo Wei says, pulling his blanket over his head and hiding. “Sorry, I know I’m annoying.”

“You’re not,” Chi Cheng murmurs. “It’s cute.”

Suo Wei makes a tiny noise in the back of his throat.

“Come on. You should try to get some sleep.” Chi Cheng guides Suo Wei back to his bedroom with a hand between the boy’s shoulderblades and stops at the door. It’s his own apartment, but this feels like a threshold he shouldn’t cross. They make quiet conversation at the doorway, Suo Wei asking about how Cheng Yu was doing, how opening night went. 

As they talk, Suo Wei drifts towards bed and Chi Cheng finds himself following. Suo Wei crawls into bed and flumps down, shifting over to make room for Chi Cheng. Chi Cheng sits at the edge of the mattress.

Suo Wei bunches his blanket in his fists and draws them up to his chin. 

Conversation peters out. The air between them turns thick. Chi Cheng wants Suo Wei so much he aches with it. He thinks Suo Wei might feel it too, judging by the way the boy snatches looks at him, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. 

He should leave. Already, he has let himself get too close. Suo Wei is eighteen. His younger brother’s best friend. Off-limits to him. He needs to leave.

Instead, he finds himself staring at Suo Wei’s plush, pink mouth. He feels himself swallow. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he sees Suo Wei track the movement with dark eyes. Chi Cheng’s heart is going fucking insane in his chest; he hears it slamming all the way up in his ears. He’s not imagining this. Suo Wei wants him back, is practically pleading for Chi Cheng to cross the line. 

“Chi Cheng,” Suo Wei whispers.

“Hm?” The syllable rumbles from deep inside his chest, gravel-rough.

“You came home early tonight.”

“Yeah,” Chi Cheng says. “You were waiting for me.” And then he leans down and kisses Suo Wei.

So this last part diverges from the main fic, of course. This wasn’t where I had imagined Chi Cheng and Suo Wei folding to their desires; this path honestly never occurred to me until I started this extra and the scene formed itself. In the actual chapter 9, Suo Wei doesn’t come out of his room when he hears Chi Cheng return home. I thought it would be fun to imagine what would have happened if Suo Wei did take a peek, so I started writing and this is where the scene ended up. If Chi Cheng came home to Suo Wei waiting for him, I think it’s totally possible that he would make a move lol! Another reason why I consider this extra to be somewhat canon-divergent is because at this point in the fic, I personally think Chi Cheng is still uncertain about how Suo Wei feels about him. He notices Suo Wei’s flustered and coquettish behaviour, but he tells himself that he’s just projecting his own desires onto Suo Wei. He’s willfully oblivious, and desperately trying to talk himself out of a possible relationship with Suo Wei! 

[lillupon]

suo wei keeps chi cheng's cock warm while they watch a movie

Inspired by the events of ch 7 and ch 8 in my unintentional sugar daddy Chi Cheng, accidental sugar baby Suo Wei fic, lay me down (leave me breathless). Set after the main story, when their relationship is established.

Chi Cheng returns home from a twelve hour day at the office, exhausted down to the bones. He feels like a towel wrung out, every last drop of energy squeezed out of him until all that was left was a dry husk. Tension twists along his shoulders and neck, the muscles across his upper back locked tight. When he opens the door to his apartment and sees Suo Wei already there to greet him, he feels like he’s taken his first full breath of the day. 

Suo Wei beams at him. “Yay, you’re back.” 

“M-hm.” Chi Cheng wastes no time curling an arm around Suo Wei’s waist and reeling him in. He dips forward, catching Suo Wei’s lips with his own. He swallows down the soft noise of pleased surprise that Suo Wei makes. In the background, Chi Cheng hears some movie playing. Horror, judging by the swarm of dissonance that culminates in a piercing shriek. The sounds melt away when Suo Wei’s arms come up to wind around his neck.

Suo Wei readily opens his mouth for Chi Cheng’s prodding tongue. The boy’s lips are plush and pliant, his tongue eager, and it smooths out the jagged edges of Chi Cheng’s frustration. It flicks a switch in him, heats him in a different way. Not the red-hot anger that seethes inside him while he’s snared in a meeting, but it sets fire in him an all-consuming desire to devour. Liquid arousal pools and swirls low in his gut. 

Chi Cheng breaks away to trail kisses along the angle of Suo Wei’s jaw until he reaches a delicate ear. “Get yourself ready for me,” he says lowly against Suo Wei’s ear, delighting in the shiver that passes through the boy. “I’ll join you in a bit.”

He hears the click of Suo Wei’s throat as the boy swallows. “Okay,” Suo Wei whispers.

Chi Cheng goes to change out of his dress shirt and trousers, slipping into a plain t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. He forgoes the boxers. It’ll only get in the way. He freshens up in the bathroom, splashes some cold water on his face. He doesn’t rush, even though he’s eager to be close to Suo Wei. Lets the anticipation build instead.

When he returns to the living room, he finds that Suo Wei has discarded his sleep shorts off to the side. An oversized shirt covers his modesty. On the coffee table is a bottle of lube with the cap open. Chi Cheng scoops it up, squirts some of the gel into his palm, and sets the bottle down again. He takes a seat beside Suo Wei, reclining back against the sofa. Reaches into the slit at the front of his pajama bottoms to pull out his cock, which is already starting to fill. He gives himself a few cursory strokes to spread the lube along his shaft. Lets out a shuddering sigh as he does so. His eyes are on Suo Wei, watching the boy watching him. Suo Wei’s attention is riveted to his cock. He’s fidgeting a little. Hips moving. Thighs pressing together. A pink tongue darts out to wet those kiss-swollen lips. Chi Cheng smiles.

“Take a seat, baby,” he says, holding his cock at the base. “Keep me warm.”

Suo Wei hurries to obey, getting himself in position to sit back. Chi Cheng puts a steadying hand on Suo Wei’s hips, helping the boy sink down onto his cock. Suo Wei moans as he’s stretched open, lowering himself down inch by delicious inch. Chi Cheng groans as the velvet heat of Suo Wei’s body envelops him. Once Suo Wei is fully seated on him, Chi Cheng wraps his arms around Suo Wei’s waist, hooking his chin over the boy’s shoulder so they can watch the movie together. 

Chi Cheng has started to find watching horror movies a cozy and comforting experience, likely because he has come to associate them with cuddling, followed by sex. For the first little while, Suo Wei’s immersed in the movie. 

Jump scare after jump scare after jump scare. It’s the hallmark of a shitty horror movie—relying on cheap tactics to frighten the audience. It gets its intended effect out of Suo Wei though, who squirms and jumps in his lap, hole clenching around Chi Cheng’s dick during particularly stressful moments.

Chi Cheng groans, shifting to rest his forehead on Suo Wei’s shoulder.

He starts to get handsy. He likes touching Suo Wei while they’re like this, rubbing his palms up and down slim thighs. Gripping and squeezing. He plays absentmindedly with Suo Wei’s cute little cock, giving it a shake, rubbing the tip between his thumb and two-fingers. That has Suo Wei moaning, inner walls pulsing around Chi Cheng’s shaft. Sometimes, he holds Suo Wei’s balls kneading and rolling them in the cup of his palm. Suo Wei lets him touch as he pleases. When Chi Cheng starts kissing the line of his shoulders and the side of his neck, Suo Wei tilts his head to the side to offer him more access. 

Chi Cheng teases them both like this, giving each of them a taste of what they want, though it only serves to whet their appetite. It’s like taunting a dehydrated man with a drop of water on his tongue; it only makes him thirstier. Suo Wei’s cock is all hard and heated now, leaking profusely at the slit. Chi Cheng smears the wet around with the pad of his thumb.

The jolting movements that were at first startled out of Suo Wei turn deliberate. Suo Wei’s starting to grind down on him, swiveling his hips in circular motions. Little huffs escape him, barely audible over the discordant crashes of sound from the movie. 

Suo Wei’s small hand finds his, gripping. “Chi Cheng.” His voice is strained, edged with a plea, and Chi Cheng knows exactly what his baby is asking for. He needs it just as badly, and lets himself give in. 

He maneuvers them to lie down on their sides so that they’re pressed back to chest and Suo Wei’s ass is tucked into Chi Cheng’s pelvis. He gets a hand under Suo Wei’s thigh, hiking it up to give himself a better angle to fuck Suo Wei. 

“Yes,” Suo Wei moans as Chi Cheng begins to move, rolling his hips with slow, deep thrusts. 

He takes his time, savouring every clench of Suo Wei’s body around him. After the frenetic rush of his day, this is exactly what he needs: to be buried inside his lover, taking his pleasure, making Suo Wei feel good in turn. Chi Cheng groans, nuzzling his lips into the back of Suo Wei’s neck. “So good, baby. You’re always so perfect for me.” 

The praise makes Suo Wei whimper and tighten around him. 

Chi Cheng adjusts the angle slightly, searching for that place that’ll have Suo Wei crying out. He knows he’s found it when Suo Wei jerks in his arms, back arching. “Ah! Right there—oh, right there, please—”

Chi Cheng obliges, grinding against that spot, and Suo Wei practically sobs with it. The boy shudders in his hold, around his shaft.

Suo Wei’s moaning in earnest now, desperate little uh uh uh’s spilling from his lips. He’s always so loud and honest about how good he’s feeling. Doesn’t try to hold back his moans, just lets himself feel. It’s music to Chi Cheng’s ears: the sounds of Suo Wei’s pleasure interspersed with the squelching of lube and the slap of Chi Cheng’s balls against Suo Wei’s ass every time he snaps his pelvis forward. Chi Cheng feels his own orgasm building inside him, spurred higher and higher every time he drives his hips forward. He can feel Suo Wei’s inside fluttering insistently around his length, and knows that his boy is close, too.

He abandons his hold on Suo Wei’s thigh to wrap his arm around the boy’s chest, locking him in place so that he can fuck Suo Wei faster, harder. 

“Oh god, ohh.” Suo Wei’s voice has gone high and breathless. The unrelenting rhythm of Chi Cheng’s thrusts has turned his moans into staccato. “I’m gonna come, I wanna come, please—can I?” 

Chi Cheng thinks about saying not yet baby, just to hear how cute Suo Wei is when he whines about it. No matter how much Suo Wei complains about being denied, Chi Cheng knows his baby will obey him all the same, wanting to be good. He’ll let Chi Cheng fuck him and come inside him, all the while keeping a tight leash on his own orgasm even though he’ll probably cry with how much he wants it. But Chi Cheng is feeling especially indulgent towards Suo Wei right now. The boy likely has no idea how much he has helped Chi Cheng decompress tonight. 

“Yeah, baby. Let me have it,” Chi Cheng says, and just like that, Suo Wei shakes apart with a moan, his inner walls contracting and releasing around Chi Cheng’s cock. It yanks Chi Cheng’s own orgasm out of him and he groans hotly against Suo Wei’s neck as he spills into the hot clutch of the boy’s spasming hole. 

They drowse like that for a while after, his cock still inside Suo Wei, though gradually beginning to soften. Chi Cheng’s limbs feel loose and heavy, all the tension drained out of him. He runs his palm up and down Suo Wei’s arm, which rises and falls in sync with the boy’s heaving chest, before Chi Cheng’s body decides even that is too much effort for him. He drapes a heavy arm over Suo Wei’s waist, holding the boy close to his chest. And then he snuggles in, pressing his lips to the curve of a pale shoulder.

[cupids-fiction]

god bless anyone who comments on ao3

[harleyquillao3]

I’m in this photo and I don’t like it 😂😭

[leebrontide]

Look. Look I’m not reading as much fanfic as I used to.

But in case any young people out there need to hear this- it is very normal for gay people to just. take turns. For a lot of the stuff. That some of you. Seem to think are static, binariatic, opposing personality traits.

[drakanja]

ngl some of yall treat “top” and “bottom” like they’re god given roles or immutable personality traits and not just like. where their body happens to be in relation to someone else’s rn

[superellysan]

Being real for a second, some people use “top” and “bottom” the same way others would use “man” and “woman” and it SHOWS