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Here's a gun (to kill anyone who mis-genders you and anyone else you wanna)
Yay!! I'll be using it
YALL IM ACTING UP
i cannot anymore.
"dumpling"
tldr: all the ways jun uses your nickname a/n: i love him so bad. i've been waiting to post this forever.
slobbers: around a mouthful of food
“dumpling,” he sprays it, more than says it, but you look at him nonetheless. your chopsticks paused midair, a clump of noodles hanging precariously over the rug; the rug you’d picked out together for your new living room. he liked this rug, but the one in your new bedroom was his favorite.
“this is going to be fun. living with you, i mean. it’ll be a good time.” he stumbled over his words, overwhelmed with feeling but unable to express it. you seemed to get the point, smiling wide as you opened your mouth to slurp your noodles. he meant it too, this first night in your shared place together was just the start of, what he hoped would be, an amazing adventure.
‘i love you, dumpling.” he smiled at you, confident you felt the same even if you hadn’t nodded in agreement enthusiastically at his words, cheeks still too full of lo mein to give a proper response to his soft words. as he watched you swallow your dinner, he leaned closer, bringing a gentle hand to your cheek, “you’ve got sauce on your face.”
taunts: when he’s winning a game
“dumpling” your head whips around, hearing his sing-songy voice from the darkness ahead. or was it behind? you can’t tell. this wing of the hybe building was dark at this time of night and it had been his wonderful idea to play hide and seek…in the dark. and now he was hiding somewhere in a building you aren’t that familiar with, tormenting you from the safety of said darkness.
“i see you…” you whipped around again, aiming your phone flashlight at the dark corner of the conference room. were those footsteps you heard? how is he so quiet? maybe you should put a collar with a little bell on him, one to match your cat at home. lost in thought, you almost miss the movement against the wall. turning quickly, you brandish your flashlight.
“ah! my eyes!” his hand goes up, protecting his pupils from the bright light in an entirely dark room. you hold the flashlight in place, pleased to see him struggle after he tormented you with this little chase around the dark halls of hybe. plus, you were scared if it was dark again, he’d slink off somewhere else and the game would start all over. he waved the hand not covering his eyes at you, “put that thing down, and let's go home. i’ll give you your prize for winning…”
cackles: at your expense
“dumpling!” he barked out in a laugh. you grabbed quickly for a napkin to dab the steaming broth off your cheeks. you two were out on a hotpot date and you had slurped your noodles a little too hard causing hot, spicy soup to splash across your face. you were not hurt, just embarrassed, especially as he continued to laugh at your fumble. it even splattered onto your cute top.
“are you okay?” he giggled even as he asked this, passing you another napkin to get the sprinkle off your forehead. you took the napkin, but not without pouting at him, hoping to garner some sympathy. He laughed harder, making your pout into a full-blown frown, something he never wanted to see, especially if he caused it.
“i’m sorry, dumpling. are you alright?” he reached for your hand across the table, offering some comfort to you, easing the embarrassment you felt. feeling your hand wrapped up in his did make you feel better. and the broth wasn’t that hot. maybe the pouting wasn’t necessary. his caring demeanor broke as he let out another giggle, “you’re just so cute, dumpling!”
calls out: while dead asleep
“dumpling~” you’re only half awake when you hear it. his back was pressed to yours and you had assumed he was asleep. he’d had a long day and had basically passed out as soon as you two had gone to bed. you’d stayed up and played on your phone for a little while before settling down yourself.
“dumpling~” you heard it again, clearer this time and more whiny. this time you rolled over, your front now pressed to his back. you debated waking him up, knowing he had to be up early for his schedule, but when he called out a third time, your debate ended. shaking him lightly you woke him up.
“what’s going on? are you okay?” he was confused as to why you had woken him up, assuming something must be wrong. he was still half-asleep so he only half understood when you explained to him he’s been calling out to you in his sleep. you were just about to ask if he was having a bad dream when you were cut off by his stomach rumbling, “i think i’m just hungry, dumpling.”
whoops: when he’s proud of you
“dumpling!” he shot up from the couch as soon as he saw ‘winner’ flash across your half of the screen. you’d been in an intense mario kart tournament with wonwoo and you had just won the final race, winning the whole thing in a completely unexpected upset. the rest of the boys stared at the screen, a little shocked at the result.
“i knew you could do it!” he folded you into a bone-crushing hug, celebrating like you’d just won gold at the olympics instead of some silly video game. but he was proud of you and wanted you to know it. he pulled back to look at your face, a smile stretching across his entire face. he pulled you back into his arms, relishing in your victory.
“i’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up, bashful about his confession in the room full of people, despite that it was said for only you to hear. he pulled you out of the hug for real this time, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, deepening your blush. “wonwoo, since you lost, you have to fund our next date.”
comfort with mingyu
contains: cockwarming, mentions of intercourse, emotional reader
imagine cockwarming mingyu after a long and stressful day. it was your idea, he just wanted to feed you and croon you to sleep (he had offered to go down on you to help), but you wanted to feel him. so here you are, your legs scissored as his cock rests inside you, his lips whispering sweet nothings, his hand stroking your cheek.
you feel yourself clenching at his praise, and mingyu gives you a soft smile as his hand reaches between your legs to rub light circles on your clit. the feeling, coupled with his continuous praising, makes you very emotional - and you start to tear up, all while whimpering with pleasure.
mingyu sees this and softens his voice even more, murmuring things like "you're such a good girl, baby", "you work so hard, pretty baby", "you're doing so good for me, baby", "come for me, let it go", and "i've got you".
you reach your high quickly, tears flowing down your face as mingyu whispers "that's it, love. such a good girl, baby. so pretty when you come", his hand on your clit helping you ride your orgasm as his other hand runs down your hair.
when you open your eyes, you see him looking at you tenderly, his hand now intertwined with yours. "okay?", he asks softly while bumping his nose with yours, making you giggle as you nod. you didn't think you'd want more after the orgasm, but you find yourself needing to feel him fuck you. so you clench around him hard, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as you give him a meaningful look.
"you should sleep, sweetheart", you knew he would insist on it. even when you can feel his cock twitching inside you, he would insist on it. the thought both makes your heart warm and frustrates you immensely. you really do need him to fuck you.
"want you", you shake your head and whisper, "please".
conflict fills his face for a few moments (one can only assume that your constant clenching around his cock is not helping him think properly), and you smile widely when he lets out a sigh. the battle has been won.
"the things i do for you", he says while pulling his cock out, before moving to hover over you.
@inhumanhacker
guys give me your most controversial opinion!!! :D
Ngl, this was how the entire fight felt
Ophelia earned it!!
Ophelia (My OC) : You're giving me a sticker?
Percy : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me- wow"
Ophelia : I'm not a child.
Percy : Fine, I'll take it back.
Ophelia : I earned this, back off!
