Summary: Drunk you has no filter and your husband has always been a weak, weak man when it comes to you. He just didn’t expect your family planning conversation to awaken the caveman part of his brain or a raging breeding kink in both of you.

Warnings: smut!MDNI, established relationship, trying to conceive, pregnancy, soft dom!cheol, domestic fluff, humor, healthy communication, breeding kink awakening, enthusiastic consent, multiple + creative locations and one very smug husband who knocked you up in paradise, married life, baby fever, hormone-induced chaos, obsessed husband!Cheol x obsessed wife!reader, as usual I might be missing something.

W.C: 18.1k

BABY Nº 3? ✶ Choi Seungcheol

PARING. Seungcheol x F!Reader

GENRE | TAGS. One-shot, idol!au, established relationship, married life, girl dad!seungcheol, domesticity, fluff, smut.

WC. 8k+

RATING. Explicit adult content (MINORS DNI).

WARNINGS. Explicit language, PWP, mentions of pregnancy (the plot, lol), soft dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, dirty talk, dry humping, oral sex (f. receving/m.receving), blowjob, deepthroating, eating out, fingering, cum eating/swallowing, breeding kink, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, overstimulation (mild), creampie, spanking, pet names (baby, sweet girl, pretty girl, perfect little wife, mrs. choi, good girl).

AN. I wrote this about a year and a half ago, but only managed to edit it recently. I actually planned to post it on friday, but I accidentally (i swear) ended up posting it today, on father's day here in Brasil lol. I confess the smut went completely off the rails, and I have no idea what happened… only someone ovulating could've written that... but happy belated birthday, Cheollie!

If you see any mistakes: I try to proofread but English isn’t my first language, proceed at your own discretion.

Masterlist.

found myself a cheerleader; csc (01)

summary; the captain has his eyes set on a cheerleader. problem is, she isn't so keen on the idea of dating a jock. so, he tries to prove her wrong.

duology • modern! au • uni! au • rugby player x cheerleader • fluff, angst, smut

pairing; choi seungcheol x fem!reader | wc; 8.6k | rating; 18+ explicit nsfw

contains; rugby captain! cheol, cheerleader! reader, they’re both business majors but it’s barely mentioned, cameo of other svt members, mentions of shownu from monstax, reader has trust issues, cheol is a yearner here, everyone ships them together & are playing wingman/woman, beach ‘episode’ but i swear it works well for the plot, cheol’s a good/subtle flirt, reader opens up just a little but is still very much guarded

mature/trigger warnings; N/A in this chapter

petnames; his (Captain, Cheol), hers (Sunshine, Baby)

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Cheerleading was something you never understood.

Sure, your parents signed you up for classes when you were a kid, but you dropped it some time in middle school. Something about being the stereotypical cheerleader that sleeps around with the players or dating the captain was something that didn’t appeal to you.

You thought you’d never get back into it.

That is until your friends pushed you into signing up for tryouts for your university’s cheering team. They tried a lot to get you to fill in your name – “Give it a shot!”, “You can’t go through the next three years without doing something.”, “Even if you don’t make it, it’s still a story to tell!”

And so, you picked up the pen and filled out your name on the form.

thinking about husband!seungcheol pulling you into his chest the second you curl up with that familiar ache, not even asking what’s wrong because he already knows, his hand slipping under your shirt to rest warm and steady against your lower stomach, rubbing slow circles like he’s memorized the exact pressure that makes you sigh instead of whine. you’re a little dramatic about it — soft sniffles, clingy fingers fisting in his shirt — and he absolutely melts for it, pressing a kiss into your hair and whispering, “my poor baby,” in that low, syrupy voice that makes your whole body go weak. when a cramp hits and you tense, he tightens his arm around you instantly, guiding your breathing with his, thumb pressing firmer against your skin while he murmurs soft praise like you’re doing something brave instead of just existing in pain. he adjusts the heating pad without you asking, tucks the blanket higher, brushes your hair off your cheek so he can kiss your temple properly, and the way he treats you, so careful, so devoted, makes you melt more than the warmth does. you go boneless against him, completely pliant in his arms, the ache fading into the background because his chest is solid against your back and his fingers keep tracing lazy, soothing patterns over your belly. he doesn’t stop touching you even when your breathing evens out, still rubbing gentle circles long after you’ve drifted off, pressing one last kiss to your forehead in the dark like loving you like this is the most natural thing in the world.

love drunk

There are two ways to get Seungcheol to lower his focused, intimidating front and coax him out of his shell.

The first is to be you; his beautiful, gorgeous, amazing girlfriend (his words, not yours). Around you, he is his complete and most vulnerable self, showing you a side that hardly anyone else, except his members on a handful of occasions, has seen— a side that's affectionate, cuddly, pouty, and almost sickeningly sweet.

The second is to get him drunk. It’s a well known fact amongst your friend group and his members that when Seungcheol starts to drink, he’s going to make it one person’s problem. It’s usually whoever is closest to him; whoever he can latch onto with his grabby hands. It’s almost always you. 

Right now, it is, in fact, you.

the black dog. (choi seungcheol x reader)

summary: ten years ago you made a deal with a demon to save your mother’s life. now its time to collect your soul for hell, but the hellhound sent your way decides he is not too fond of the way you’re living your last days.

word count: 8k

warnings: hellhound!seungcheol, human!reader, demonic lore, demon deals, reader is depressed, some elements of fear and anxiety, mentions of violent death, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, mentions of public sex, mild angst, he’s a hellhound so ofc he’s a bit of an asshole

a/n: this came to me like a divine revelation and I wrote it in two feverish days. it isn’t beta read so forgive me if it’s actual slop

It starts with an eerie, unsettling feeling.

You feel it when you walk home at night, from the train station all the way to your apartment. There are always people around, walking urgently down sidewalks, on their phones or with their friends, cars speeding down the roads, someone yelling across the street. It’s not quiet. Your neighbourhood is very lively.