little things zb1 maknae line do as your boyfriend
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), got a ton of inspo from this fic by @luvh4nji !! first reaction for zb1 :)), ricky calls reader beautiful, i am a red haired gyuv enthusiast my apologies, mentions of insecure yujin, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - crush
SHEN RICKY always gives you little gifts.
“i got you something.”
“ricky,” you chuckle softly as you shake your head. your lips quirk into a smile as you set your phone aside, turning to face him. “you didn’t need to.”
“but i wanted to.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i always want to.”
ricky twirls the stem between his finger as he holds it out for you to admire. you softly gasp at the sight, admiring the hues of pink and white and decorating the flower petals. “it’s beautiful!”
“here,” his touch is feather-light as he reaches up, carefully brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine at the feeling. “let me.”
ricky smiles sheepishly as he delicately tucks the flower behind your ear, careful not to let any petals fall. you can faintly smell the sweetness radiating from it. you smile brightly as you tilt your head to the side to pose. “how do i look?”
stepping forwards, he cups your face between his hands. ricky leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. they feel soft against your skin - tinted a soft shade of baby pink and routinely coated in strawberry chap stick. he smiles when he pulls away, a light flush quickly spreading across his skin. “beautiful.”
KIM GYUVIN is always holding your hand.
amidst the bustling crowd, you peek over the tops of heads and behind shoulders as you search for gyuvin throughout the crowd. wires stretch across the ceiling like vines. you only catch glimpses of muted conversations when staff members pass you by.
it only takes a small gap in the crowd before you recognize him, his red hair a sharp contrast to the black boxes behind him. “gyuvin!”
his eyes widen. he watches you in shock for a moment before he immediately begins rushing towards you. “you’re here,” gyuvin whispers shakily. his grip tightens around your waist as he leans in, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.
“i’m here,” you chuckle. you rub your hands against his back in an attempt to soothe him, careful not to wrinkle the thin fabric of his stage outfit. gyuvin’s hands cup your face when he pulls away, gently trailing along your jawline. a deep flush rises to his cheeks despite the thin layer of foundation covering his face.
“there’s so much i want to show you.” gyuvin smiles brightly. his large hands envelop your own, intertwining your fingers together with ease. shivers race down your spine when his thumb casually brushes against your knuckles. he squeezes your hand once. “just follow me.”
PARK GUNWOOK is clingy.
the sunset casts a golden glow across the train car, illuminating the horizon in the distance. its wheels scrape against the rails, creating a quiet hum that drones on for hours. you turn to look out the window. flashes of trees and seemingly never ending hills eventually give way to acres of flat fields, filled with crops ready for harvest.
you startle slightly when gunwook’s head falls against your shoulder; stray strands of his hair tickle against the bare skin of your neck. he all but slumps his body against yours, letting a deep sigh escape him. your bodies mold together like puzzle pieces.
“is everything okay?” you whisper. you reach upwards to carefully push a strand of hair away from gunwook’s eyes. he leans into your touch slightly, smiling softly when you allow him to lean his cheek against your palm.
“yeah,” he mumbles in response. his voice is low and raspy. the telltale signs of sleep slip into his words. gunwook looks up at you with rosy cheeks and tired eyes full of love and admiration. it’s enough to make your heartbeat a little bit faster and butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. “just want you.”
HAN YUJIN tells you everything.
“yujin,” you whisper. he nervously chews on his bottom lip, anxiously staring up at the continuous spin of your ceiling fan. moonlight illuminates your bedroom, painting the walls silver. “what’s on your mind?”
yujin curls into your side, abandoning any embarrassment in the night. his legs entangle with your own beneath your blankets. “i’ve been thinking,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost miss the words entirely beneath the hum of the air conditioner. “about performing. about the concerts.”
“are you nervous?” he nods, tucking his face into the comforter. “you’re an incredible performer. all the work you’ve done to improve is showing, even if you don’t think it is. you’ll be amazing out there - i know you’ll be. and if you need any help, i’m here. and so are the members.”
carefully, you begin to card your fingers through his hair. yujin sighs softly in response, nuzzling his head even further into your pillows. you can all but feel him relax against your touch. “how are you feeling now?”
“better,” he says, muffled against the fabric. twisting to face you, yujin sleepily smiles up at you. “thank you.”
you smile softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple. he takes a deep breath in response, finally allowing his eyes to flutter closed. “sweet dreams, jinnie.”
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oh i am obsessed! ricky definitely likes to have his hands on your tits, squishing them in his hands and his mouth would water if they’re either spilling out of his hands or when it fits so well in his palms.
ricky likes it best when he’s lying on top of you, mouth latched on your tits, tongue swirling around your nipple before his teeth sinks into them, nipping and biting as you whimpered.
“don’t bite, it hurts.” you shut your eyes closed when ricky bites a little too hard, you slap his bicep which makes him whimper against your breast. “sorry, just want some milk.” ricky pants against your breast when he pulled away, he latches back on your nipple when you moan at his response. he sucks and nips hard, waiting for milk to come out of you even if nothing would come out.
I'm a sucker for Ricky's deep voice like please come on....
Pairing : Shen Ricky x fem!reader
Genre : drabble, suggestive, nsfw at the end
Warnings : nsfw under the cut
A/n : No bc the way Ricky's voice leaves me weak EVERY time-
Ricky knows you love his voices. It gives him such a confidence boost. In the daily lives he loves watching your knees get weak when he mumbles something into your ear. Or the way goosebumps spread over your skin at the mere sound of his voice.
He loves having his mouth near your ear. It creates a louder sound, the vibrations of his voice leaving your mind hazy. He likes teasing you with it, standing behind you in public and whispering mindless nothings into your ear.
He knows you'll get weak, no matter what hes saying. He could be talking about the most useless things in the world, and you'd still listen.
His voice is such a big factor especially when the two of you are intimate. His deep voice groaning into your ear as he stuffs his cock into your aching heat.
You go crazy everytime, and he loves it. He'd purposefully fuck you missionary, just to have his lips close to your ear. Or when he's taking you from behind, he'd make you stand up, your ear so close to his lips that you could hear each and little groan and gasp escaping his lips.
do u possibly have anymore spidey!ricky thoughts??? i can’t get enough of them omg …☹️
omg spidey ricky feels like so long ago but i loved it so much
you’re the only person that knows his real identity, not even his best friends. i feel like he would pick up crochet or knitting or something and make you things using his webs as yarn. will absolutely pout at you and give you puppy eyes if you refuse to sneak out with him and swing around the city. he hates you seeing him all bloodied and bruised after a bad fight with a villain so he tries to hide it but you always find out. sits on your bathroom counter like a kicked puppy while you’re scolding him and bandaging him up. he will send you every single paparazzi photo of spiderman and goes “don’t i look so cool” or if it’s a bad one he complains about how they never do him justice
pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 712
notes: chinese tutor ricky. that's it that's the post, uni!au, outfit based on this, feel free to correct me if any translations are wrong !! i know all of these words but i am not a native speaker, everyone pls listen to blue paradise, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - take my hand
soft beams of sunlight stream in through large windows, casting a golden glow across the table. the light has grown brighter as the sun dips just below the horizon. trees stretch just barely into view, branches decorated with freshly blooming pink and white flowers.
you jump slightly at the sound of a backpack rustling, followed by SHEN RICKY sliding into the seat beside you. “sorry,” he says with a sheepish smile. “did i startle you?”
“no,” you chuckle softly in return, suddenly all too self conscious of the sweatshirt you had carelessly pulled on before rushing to class that morning. “don’t worry.”
ricky nods curtly. you watch his gaze sweep over your textbook, shifting ever so slightly closer. “let’s get started then.”
it was far too easy to admire ricky. he’s just as handsome as ever, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a satin dress shirt. sunlight glints against his silver earrings. the cross dangles just above the top of his tattoo. the black ink contrasts harshly against his skin. he must’ve gotten it touched up recently, you think. it looks darker. he looks so handsome.
a few stray strands of blonde hair frame his sharp features, drawing your attention to the small wings of his eyeliner. if you look too closely, you’re almost sure you can see the faint edges of his cherry red lip stain.
“what unit are you working on?” ricky asks. his voice is deeper when he whispers - almost raspy. just as easily as he distracts you, he pulls you back to reality. you curse the way butterflies rush throughout your stomach.
“descriptive compliments.” you quietly push the book over, watching as he reads over the sample dialogue.
after a second, ricky hums. “this isn’t too difficult. you just have to remember the difference between verbs and objects.”
you nod, remaining quiet as he continues to explain. it was easy to fall into a routine with ricky. he was always so punctual - it’s almost predictable. you would occasionally catch glimpses of him before his morning classes, grabbing coffee with his friends or playing basketball when the court was still empty. he always smiled when your eyes met, greeting you with a quick wave before returning his attention to what he was doing before.
“hey,” ricky frowns softly, cocking his head to the side slightly. his eyebrows furrow in concern. “are you okay? you seem distracted.”
you swallow your embarrassment, anxiously letting out a half-hearted chuckle as you nod. “sorry. i’m a little worried about a test tomorrow. what were you saying?”
ricky doesn’t answer. at least, not at first. “let’s do something else.” he closes your textbook, pushing it aside in favor of turning to face you. “i’ll ask a question. all you have to do is answer it.”
you chuckle dryly, letting out a sarcastic huff. “a pop quiz? really?”
he smiles as he shakes his head. “just listen, okay? 听一下。” (“listen.”)
“好吧。” (“okay.”)
“今天晚上我们一起去吃晚饭，行吗？我请客你。” (“do you want to go to dinner tonight? i’ll treat you.”)
you pause. your mind races. if you stare for too long, you can almost see a hint of pink threatening to spread across the tips of his ears. “真的吗？” (“really?”)
ricky smiles softly. he raises a hand to anxiously scratch at the back of his neck, careful not to disturb his carefully styled bangs. “是。你今天晚上有时间吗？” (“yeah. are you free tonight?”)
“有。为什么？” (i am. why?)
“因为我喜欢你。我想约你出去。” (because i like you. i want to take you on a date.)
for a moment, it feels like the world seems to stop around you. the sun has almost fully set now, leaving only the flickering lights to illuminate the room.
“are you serious?”
“of course i am. so,” ricky’s metal chair scrapes against the tile floor as he shuffles ever so closer. this time, the butterflies in your stomach aren’t from anxiousness - they’re from excitement. his eyes crinkle up in the corners when he smiles at you, sweet and inviting and impossible to say no to. “what do you think? can i take you to dinner tonight?”
you can’t help but smile brightly in return. you reach over, gingerly taking ricky’s hand into your own. he follows your lead, intertwining your fingers together and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’d love to.”
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pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591
notes: reader has period cramps !! happy mjx day !! lovelicky my beloved <33, i am a tank top ricky enthusiast, partially inspired by real life events lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - doctor! doctor!
SHEN RICKY announces his arrival with a soft knock against your bedroom door. he chuckles softly when he hears you groan loudly in response, taking the opportunity to quietly slip into the room.
your body looks like little more than a lump in the middle of your bed. ricky shuts the door behind him, walking forwards to set a few shopping bags on your bedside table. seeing your unmoving figure, he takes the opportunity to slip out of his cardigan and slacks in favor of a black tank top and sweatpants.
sunlight threatens to spill into the room through the small cracks in your blinds casting a warm light across the room. you curl further into yourself beneath the covers, tugging your blankets tighter around you. one arm rests over your stomach while the other clutches the oversized cat plush ricky had won for you against your chest; your chin rests in between its ears.
ricky tentatively sits on the edge of your bed, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “baby,” he whispers quietly. “how are you feeling?”
you let out another quiet groan as you finally open your eyes, squinting at the sudden influx of light in your vision. “bad,” you finally murmur quietly. “my cramps are really bad.”
ricky frowns softly. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. the sound of rustling plastic catches your attention, drawing your gaze away from ricky’s furrowed eyebrows and instead towards his hand. he sets a small container on the edge of your bedside table before turning back to you. “can you sit up? i bought some painkillers.”
the promise of relief is enough to make you prop yourself up. ricky shoves a pillow behind your back as you lean against the headboard, setting your plush to the side. ricky’s hand lowers to rest against the small of your back. he traces miscellaneous shapes over the fabric of his stolen t-shirt.
“here,” ricky says. his hands feel cool as he slips a small tylenol capsule into your hand, followed quickly by a glass of water. “do you need anything else?”
“no,” you mumble. reaching over, you take his hand into your own. your fingers run along the smooth edges of the promise ring that sits just before his knuckle on his left hand. “just you.”
ricky smiles brightly. he lifts the edge of your blankets before slipping beneath the covers, wasting no time in cuddling up against your side.
“i bought some snacks, too,” he says, reaching over to grab the plastic bags that had previously been abandoned on your bedside table. you smile softly, watching as ricky opens the bags to reveal various packages of your favourite snacks. you chuckle when you recognize a packet of strawberry flavoured pocky in the mix but save your teasing for another day. “you hate it when i eat in my room.”
“i do,” ricky lets out an exaggerated sigh. he leans back against his hands, turning to face you once again. “but i’ll make an exception. just this once.”
you break off a piece from the bar before holding it out towards him. a light flush decorates the tips of his ears but he accepts with a small smile, leaning in to take the candy into his mouth. “well, thank you, good sir,” you tease.
ricky rolls his eyes playfully but leans in nonetheless. his lips just barely brush against your cheek before he’s pulling away and reaching over to take your hand into his own. “anything for you.”
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