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Pairing: bf!scoups x f!reader
Genre: smut (MDNI), size kink, no protection (don’t be silly wrap the willy), dom!scoups, spanking, choking, spitting, degradation(slight), praise, cosplay! ghost
Description: all it took was one comment of your and here he was, embarrassed and shy but ready to commit to the fullest in order for him to fulfil your fantasy
Note: everyone went berserk last year when i posted on my tiktok as what characters id like to see svt as for halloween and put coups as ghost from cod so naturally i had to bring even more chaos and write a whole fanfic about it…enjoy hehe (post writing edit of the notes: i passionately hate this my bad guys i suck so bad. and again, not proof read so…yeah lmao)
Synopsis: One reckless, tipsy night lands you right where you least expected—wrapped in the arms of a cop. And not just any cop: a total DILF. Now you're determined to get him to fuck you seven different ways, no matter what it takes. A little flirting? A lot of teasing? You're prepared to use every card in your hand to get into his bed.
Pairing: dilf!officer!Seungcheol (SVT) x afab!reader
Genre: smut, crack, oneshot
Rating: mature/nsfw
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: age gap, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), oral (fem receiving), squirting, daddy kink, size kink, manhandling, bondage, handcuffs, makeshift gag, big dick!Seungcheol, dom!Seungcheol, sub!brat!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol.
Thank you so much Raven @shadowkoo for the delicious banner! Thank you A @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping me with the synopsis! Thank you Tiya @gyubakeries, Serena @gotta-winwin, Sam @joonsytip, Celeste @mylovesstuffs, and Cherry @cheolaholic for betaing and screaming about DILF officer Cheol with me!
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Request: hey, Celeste!!! how are you doing? I'm so glad your requests are open!
i wanted to request something (in whatever form you feel most inspired to): reader having essential tremors (it's an actual condition im not making it up 😭✋) and being frustrated about it, maybe lashing out or breaking down one day. the fact that everyone points it out and sometimes joke abt it, etc. angst + comfort , maybe? also i'd like it to be w cheol or wonu, but tbh any of them is absolutely fine!
tysm <333
It starts with eyeliner and ends in a breakdown. The world doesn’t understand what it’s like to live in a body that won’t always obey, tired of laughing first before someone else can. But Seungcheol doesn’t need to understand it all, he just holds your trembling hands like they’ve always been steady, and loves you like you’ve never been less.
Genre: Non-idol au, established relationship, angst and comfort, introspective slice of life and character study
Pairing: Seungcheol × fem!reader
Content: Essential tremors [aka benign tremor, familial tremor, and idiopathic tremor], emotional breakdown, eyeliner symbolism [bc girlyhood], comfort from a loving partner who is choi seungcheol, no judgment, warm arms and understanding hearts, one-sided flashbacks to bullying/teasing, reader struggling with internalized shame, reassurance, love that stays
Content warning: Mentions of medical condition [essential tremors], anxiety, childhood bullying, ableist microaggressions, internalized frustration and self-doubt, crying, cursing once or twice, one emotionally charged breakdown. No explicit content.
Word count: 921 words
A/N: It was supposed to be shorter... about 400 words like a drabble, though I still think it's drabble but I was hoping for it to either be 400-500 words or 1k 😔
For my sweet anon—i hope this gives you even a sliver of the comfort you were looking for. This one was written with a lot of heart at like... 2:46 am when i should’ve been asleep but cheol brainrot said otherwise. To anyone else who reads this and relates even a little: your exhaustion and frustration is valid, and your hands deserve to be held gently too. I experience a slight tremor as well, though I believe it’s genetic since it runs in my family. According to my doctor, mine is primarily triggered by stress and anxiety [I was under treatment back in October during a period when my mental health went really down]. I’ve been prescribed different medications since then, not specifically targeted for tremors, but the tremor was listed as one of the symptoms being addressed in the medication guidelines. While I might not fully relate to this experience, as my condition hasn’t been formally diagnosed and doesn’t really interfere with my daily life, I still hope I was able to do this piece justice. Also, huge thanks to Calli @hhaechansmoless for beta-ing. As always, we run anyway ! (￣▽￣)ノ♡
It starts small, and it always does; a dropped spoon, a tremble in your fingers while pouring water. The slightest bit of shake that you'd think it could pass unnoticed, but that, people always notice, and never don’t comment on.
“Why are you always shaking?”
“You nervous or something?”
“You should drink less coffee.”
“Aw, you’re like a baby deer.”
If you know me, then you know I love your brain even more
by moonstarsunflower
pairing : kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x fem reader
summary : you and soonyoung are friends with benefits. nothing more—but sometimes you wish there was more. so what if there is more?
genre : angst, secretly fluff (at the end), thriller, non-idol!au, fwb!au kinda ig, i think it's more hurt & comfort than fluff tho
notes : photos not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings : mentions of attacks, blood, death, stalking, trauma
word count : 4.2k
disclaimer : this is a work of fiction, whichever member you read in here is not intended to be painted in a bad light, but rather just to present a visual image as you read through the story
a/n : fwb!hoshi kinda im not sure if i did justice on that; heavily inspired from a very realistic dream i had a whiiiiile back
Synopsis: One reckless, tipsy night lands you right where you least expected—wrapped in the arms of a cop. And not just any cop: a total DILF. Now you're determined to get him to fuck you seven different ways, no matter what it takes. A little flirting? A lot of teasing? You're prepared to use every card in your hand to get into his bed.
Pairing: dilf!officer!Seungcheol (SVT) x afab!reader
Genre: smut, crack, oneshot
Rating: mature/nsfw
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: age gap, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), oral (fem receiving), squirting, daddy kink, size kink, manhandling, bondage, handcuffs, makeshift gag, big dick!Seungcheol, dom!Seungcheol, sub!brat!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol. DILF Officer Cheol.
Thank you so much Raven @shadowkoo for the delicious banner! Thank you A @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping me with the synopsis! Thank you Tiya @gyubakeries, Serena @gotta-winwin, Sam @joonsytip, Celeste @mylovesstuffs, and Cherry @cheolaholic for betaing and screaming about DILF officer Cheol with me!
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Hey! I just read about the whole caratblr thing going on. What you did was absolutely fucking right! People should be ashamed for asking that question. This just shows that they don't know the beauty of reading after patience or reading fictions with REAL HUMAN emotions other than an emotionless bot. And wdym she asked for consent instead of using it without permission so you didn't have to be aggressive??? She didn't do any favour to you by asking you that. Tell this to the anon who sent you the ask 'Defending' the first anon. They both are fucked up and then saying you didn't have to be aggressive?? Oh yes you have to be. You have every fucking right to be! You have the right to call out these people‚ tell them to fuck off and block them off! I still can't believe how she had the audacity to defend the first one. This is so frustrating reading this as a fan. Hope you're doing well and you have all our support!
“she asked” — okay? and i answered, just not in the submissive pushover tone they expected. If you ask for consent and the answer is no, you don’t get to cry because it wasn’t gift-wrapped in sparkles and sugar. You’re not entitled to kindness when you’re actively violating someone’s boundaries. “she asked instead of just doing it” is NOT the defense they think it is. miss me with that nonsense.
The bar is in hell and they still tripped over it. I’m not going to coddle someone who thinks “i’ll use your writing to feed the corporate bot that steals from you and others, but don’t worry! it’s for personal use <3” is reasonable.
Bless you for sending me this ask. You GET it. Thank you for being the kind of reader who makes writing worth it.
Anon.
Are you fucking serious right now?
I saw your message and I had to take a full-ass walk around my block because I was genuinely afraid I’d punch my goddamn wall.
Let me break this down for you very clearly, so even your AI-smooth-brained moral compass can process it:
You are not entitled to shit.
Not my writing. Not the ending. Not a single fucking word I typed out with my own fucking bleeding fingers.
You had been feeling off for days—nauseous, dizzy, and completely drained. At first, you convinced yourself it was just your period coming late or maybe some mild food poisoning. But when the symptoms didn’t go away, when the exhaustion clung to your bones and the smell of Yena’s baby lotion made your stomach churn, a terrifying thought crept in and refused to leave.
Now, standing barefoot on the cold bathroom tiles, with Seungcheol by your side, your heart pounded like a drum in your chest. Both of you stared at the small pregnancy test resting ominously on the counter. The tiny screen was still blank, but the weight of the answer it held was already suffocating.
Seungcheol’s fingers twitched slightly at his sides. He was tense too—you could feel it in the silence between you—but he was trying to appear calm. For you. For both of you. He swallowed hard, his voice quieter than usual when he finally spoke.
"What if it turns positive?"
His words sliced through the heavy stillness like a blade. Your stomach twisted painfully, your skin prickled, and suddenly, breathing felt like a task you were failing at.
"No—no, it won’t," you blurted out, shaking your head almost violently. "It’s probably just stress. Or hormones. Or—or something else—anything else."
But before you could convince yourself further, the test beeped.
Your breath caught in your throat like a choke. Seungcheol’s grip found your hand instinctively and tightened. Neither of you moved. The room shrank around you, the silence louder than ever, as he slowly reached for the test. His fingers trembled slightly. He turned it over.
Two lines.
You had been feeling off for days—nauseous, dizzy, and completely drained. At first, you convinced yourself it was just your period coming late or maybe some mild food poisoning. But when the symptoms didn’t go away, when the exhaustion clung to your bones and the smell of Yena’s baby lotion made your stomach churn, a terrifying thought crept in and refused to leave.
Now, standing barefoot on the cold bathroom tiles, with Seungcheol by your side, your heart pounded like a drum in your chest. Both of you stared at the small pregnancy test resting ominously on the counter. The tiny screen was still blank, but the weight of the answer it held was already suffocating.
Seungcheol’s fingers twitched slightly at his sides. He was tense too—you could feel it in the silence between you—but he was trying to appear calm. For you. For both of you. He swallowed hard, his voice quieter than usual when he finally spoke.
"What if it turns positive?"
His words sliced through the heavy stillness like a blade. Your stomach twisted painfully, your skin prickled, and suddenly, breathing felt like a task you were failing at.
"No—no, it won’t," you blurted out, shaking your head almost violently. "It’s probably just stress. Or hormones. Or—or something else—anything else."
But before you could convince yourself further, the test beeped.
Your breath caught in your throat like a choke. Seungcheol’s grip found your hand instinctively and tightened. Neither of you moved. The room shrank around you, the silence louder than ever, as he slowly reached for the test. His fingers trembled slightly. He turned it over.
Two lines.
have you guys done that “what kind of reader are you” quiz and if so what did you get
here’s mine
mwehehe tag game!
omg thanks for tagging ryn i did get the same thing!
thanks for the tag @junplusone and @nerdycheol
Tagging: anyone who wants to join !
I got a yellow reader
Hii Tara! Hope you're doing well. I was thinking about writing to you for a long time actually. I am going through heavy academic pressure which takes up about 90% of my day. So as I have little or no time for myself I still make some time and read some stories at night for about 30 minutes. I want to let you know that I didn't stop supporting you or stopped reading your fics it's just that I want to savour your fic like a mad girl. Like I want to read them slowly and feel the fic instead of pressure looming in my head. I'm having a few holidays after 24th April so I'll most probably read your fics at that time. Just don't forget me and please don't think I stopped reading your fics. You're still my no.1 author and if someday someone says you have no fans it means I'm ded* Love you Take care babe! 💋
nari my love~ i got this ask during work and genuinely teared up. i am sending you all the love and strength for school (having studied engineering myself i know exactly where you are and babe i'm here for you no matter what)
please know that my writing will always be here for you whenever you're ready. i adore you and i am sending you all the hugs i can - thank you for all the love you've given me !!
mwah xx
My intention wasn't to make you cry 😭😭 but thank you for all the hugs and love MWAHHHHH! Love youuu
ONESHOT!
Pairing: sad! seungcheol x sad! oc Warnings: heartbreak, angst, shit ton of grief, mention of deaths, accidents, loss of memory. Word count: 6.1k words. Synopsis: He was the peace you found while losing everything else. Author's Note: A little (big) drabble I wrote in between drafting my newest no saints here chapter! that's why it took me double the time to update that LOL. But, till the story builds in NSH, I need to feed the people the angst. Honestly, this one was a little hard to write because no matter the amount of media one can consume regarding the emotions of grief, it can never, ever be put down in mere words. So if in anyway, this might seem underwhelming to you, I understand.
Pairing: Seungcheol x reader
Genre: Conglomerate au! Revenge au!
Type: angst, slow burn, drama
Word Count: 17k
Summary: At the end, Seungcheol is the only one who see you—not as the villain, but the main character of the story he is willing to write.
Seungcheol smiled faintly as he watched the engagement ceremony unfold. His best friend’s big night was going well — laughter echoed through the grand ballroom, and everywhere he looked, there were fresh white florals, soft golden lights, and faces glowing with celebration. It was branded an “intimate” party, but the extravagance in every corner whispered otherwise.
Love was in the air — in the clink of champagne glasses, the exchanged glances, the carefully curated perfection.
And then his eyes stopped.
A shadow against all the light — you.
Dressed in black, perched quietly on the second-floor balcony, sipping wine like you were mourning something the world had forgotten. Seungcheol tilted his head, amusement curling at his lips. Of course you’d show up like this. It was your stepsister’s engagement, after all.
And she was marrying the man you once loved.
Let ara die 🥰
