yuzuksi

[yuzuksi]

do you have any ideas on brat tamer with ricky??

ouhh ricky..

He absolutely hates being disobeyed and the universe made it so that he would meet someone who loves doing just that! (You) you noticed this need for him to always be in control and have things his way in your daily lives so you decided to test his limits

The next time you got intimate, you made it your top priority to annoy him and get a reaction out of him. It started off with something small. He is always on top but that night you forced yourself over him and rode him instead. Ricky was confused at first but didn't mind it. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked from below, playing with your tits as you bounced on his cock. You chose not to reply, but to just give him a smile instead.

Another thing you know Ricky is strict about is how much noise you made & your words. He wanted to know how you felt at all times. He needed your validation and your moans always boosted him confidence. So you tried being completely silent. You got closer and closer to your orgasm and felt his cock twitching inside of you, which meant he was close as well. So… you got off him right before he came. There was nothing he hated more than his orgasm being denied. That was the last drop for him.

You faked going to sleep right afterwards, and uour heart jumped when you felt him hands on your waist. In an instant, he flipped the you on your stomach, and thrusted into your now sloppy cunt. His movements were rough and sharp. “What is wrong with you? You really think you can have things your way?” he spoke through his teeth. As you wanted to give him a reply, he pushed your head further into the bedding and muffled any reply you might have prepared.

This wilder side of Ricky really intrigued you. His usual caring and loving self now turned into a mean beast. His thrusts that were at least three times harsher than usual and ocassional spanks on your ass really made you cum extremely fast. You were so sensitive that your moans could be heard in the whole apartment. “Decided to speak now, whore?” Ricky asked you right before cumming into you, filling you up and giving you a sensation of warmth

[yuzuksi]

thoughts about gyuvin fighting with reader and having angry sex?? like he’s so aggressive and hot… anyways babes i love ur work sooo much 💗

thank u so much babe ily!!!! Cw: arguing & chocking

I think gyuvin isn’t the type to fight very often 🤔 cause he usually just cracks jokes and tries to make you laugh if you’re upset.. but you sometimes get tired of his childish and unserious behaviour and you snap..

yelling & crying around the room you two were into and you still haven’t made up. The actual reason of the fight is probably not that deep and serious, yet none of you backs down.

“Of course you are correct, Y/n. Because GOD FORBID i am right and you are wrong” Gyuvin shouts and throws his arms in the air in annoyance. You weren’t expecting him to actually argue back, but you couldnt lie: he was sexy as fuck . Eyes slightly red, lips plump from biting them & an angry dominating voice. You could have jumped right there and then

“So know you’re not saying anything anymore?” He looks at you with a scoff. seems like you lost yourself in thoughts. Who cares about a stupid argument? You needed your man. “You look so good..” you murmur as you approach him.

You start a kiss and his hands go straight below your ass, signaling to jump. Said and done, he was now carrying you to your shared bed. Slamming you down, he towered over you as usually. Gyuvin had a dominant look in his eyes. It was very out of character. Your usual funny and calm boyfriend became a beast.

He ripped your short off and teased your aching hole. He looked you dead in the eyes as he teased you. “Please…” tears were starting to form in your eyes. “I don’t think you deserve it” he said bluntly.

Eventually, he shoved his hard cock inside of you. He went back and forth at a quick speed, something you weren’t used to. He gave you no time to adjust and used you yo get off. “You’re so annoying.. always pissing me off. I bet you wanted this to happen, didn’t you..?” A large hand wrapped itself around you throat, slowly stopping the air flow. You were expecting yourself to be a little scared, but you were nothing but excited.

“You better apologise if you wanna cum” he said as he gave your clit a harsh spank, causing you to jolt. “Please.. am sorry,,, please” tears started flowing down your face but he seemed satisfied with it, as a smirk was on his.

Gyuvin finished inside of you, something very usual for him, but it fit the moment well. After he pulled out, he looked at your fucked out face and his eyes softened. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry baby. Let’s not fight again.”

“I’m sorry, too. But i kinda liked it” you both chuckled

[yuzuksi]

hiii, i loved your post of anton bf!! could you please make one for ricky too?🩶🩶🩶

oh my god i love him so so much 😞

yeah no paying for anything. he’s spoiling the shit out of you, your first date was literally at the most expensive restaurant in town and you just sat there like????? looking for the cheapest thing on the menu until ricky goes “just choose whatever, it’s on me”, smiling at you

you sometimes have little fights over him paying for everything, telling him that you’re grown and you can pay for your own things but ricky reassures you he gets that but he also loves spoiling you. he lets you pay for some things tho because he doesn’t want to make you feel depended on him

because he’s literally your biggest supporter. he hypes you up every chance he gets, just imagine ricky with this fiiiiiine partner and he’s so so whipped. you made it your little routine to always send each other a quick selfie before you go out and ricky is drooling over yours every single time.

“DAMN” “you’re so gorgeous” “you’re literally so fine wtf” “you’re perfect” “so sexy baby”

i don’t think he’s too clingy, not really the biggest fan of pda but he has those moments where he just wants to be all over you. most of the times he just has a hand on your lower back or holding yours but sometimes the two of you turn into those obnoxious couples in lines. ricky hugging your from behind, arms crossed around your waist and his head tugged over your shoulder, gently rocking you from side to side.

i feel like he really likes having you on his lap as well

the best dates ever. like do you know all these creative dates? the two of you been to all. pottery date for the first one, making a cute cup that later moved into your first apartment together. picnic and painting together for your fourth date, making a canvas for your each others rooms based on the vibes you give each other.

definitely a lot of dates in your relationship as well, ricky loves just staying home with you and cuddling but he also loves going on cute little dates together.

he definitely has a picture of you in his wallet.

ricky loves titties you can’t change my mind, literally his favorite pillow ever. he thinks it’s so relaxing, your fingers playing with his hair as he listens to your heartbeat, head laying on your soft chest.

[yuzuksi]

hello i love your work sm!! i’m new to this requesting thing but could i request a ricky x idol reader au? i could totally see them meeting through another chinese idol like chenle (like the china line groupchat!) thank you so much!

— mochi

hii!! tysm!! (i have no idea if nct dream was at mama 2024 but for this plot they were!)

　　 　 　⠀˖　⠀˙⠀　｡ idol!ricky x idol!reader ⠀˖　⠀˙⠀　｡　⠀

you just recently debuted, mama 2024 being your groups first big schedule. needless to say you were incredibly nervous until you ran into two of your fellow idol seniors. you knew of them but you didn’t know you’d get to know them so early into your carier but it turns out chenle is quite the chatterbox. the both of them made you feel incredible comfortable during such an eventful night and you were extremely grateful. however you only managed to catch chenles number as he was the only actually sitting close to your group during the event, ricky having already left once you got to his groups seat.

and ricky thought you were so gorgeous from the first time he saw you and he could’ve actually screamed when he realised he never got your number or any way to get in contact with you. so he swallowed his pride and asked chenle if he could forward your number, not without being teased of course

the two them texted every night, ricky wishing you luck before every single performance even the once you didn’t tell him about and congratulating you on your first win, sending flowers to your dorm “congrats pretty im proud of you “. you telling him how good he did after each tour stop and listening to him rant about his company.

sends you flowers every opportunity he gets, he loves your reaction to it even if its just over text most of the times. would also send you one with a little note saying “be my partner?” (but he’d also ask you face to face at a nice picnic date )

values your fashion advice so much and vice versa. whenever you spend another late night talking about what you like and what would suit him best he mentally takes notes to bring it up to his stylist. telling them that someone close to him whose opinion he really values told him he would look good in this and that and if they could do that for his next outfit.

the two of you incorporate pieces of each others outfit in your own, ricky wears you favorite ring on his necklace and you get to wear his earrings.

whenever you have a concert in a chinese speaking country he would teach you some good sentences, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky when he hears you speak his mother tongue.

you’d never pay for dinner, like you would physically have to fight him to get his card away

takes you on so man picnic dates during the evenings, watching the sunset together and later gazing at the stars. kissing when you see a shooting star and telling each other you wished to spend the rest of your life with each other

he sometimes plays your groups songs in the back of his lives acting like he doesn’t see all the comments about a y/n x ricky interaction.

the fans then proceed to make little compilations of all of your interactions, ricky looking at you lovingly during a tiktok challenge, you mouthing their lyrics during one of their award performances, the two of you coincidentally making the same pose for fans and giggling with each other once you find out, you looking away shyly whenever ricky meets your eyes.

definitely post memes about the two of you like „the bad bitch i pulled by being a cutie patootie“

[yuzuksi]

PROMISE ME…!

“when you don’t tell your boyfriend you’re sick and still perform!”

pairing: idol!bf!ricky x gn!idol!reader

genre: fluff, tiny angst (?)

warning: mention of headaches, blurry vision, nausea and similar symptoms, softie bf!ricky, that’s it i think?

notes: ty to nonnie for requesting this!! i got a little carried away but i got into a pretty good flow writing it so i hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏻 also!! this is my first time writing idol!reader so i hope it feels somewhat realistic…? as realistic as it can be i guess 😵‍💫

word count: 1.8k (😵‍💫 how and why…)

five, six, seven, eight.

five, six, seven, eight.

five, six, seven—

“y/n, are you okay?” the voice of your leader rips you out of your trance, your tired eyes meeting in the mirror. you nod and put on a bright, although fake smile in hopes of being reassuring, though you’re not sure you were being all too convincing — either way, none of your members pry, because they understand. they understand the need to push through, especially now with all these end of the year award shows happening; you simply can’t afford to be sick, to fall behind and to be absent from such huge events. so, you decide to push through the dizziness, nausea and pain. you’ll take some medication later, it’ll be fine. (at least that’s what you’re telling yourself when you catch yourself stumbling from the dizziness when you get ready to practice your solo entrance.) even though there is a silent understanding between you and your members, there still is one person you know you won’t be able to convince, no matter how hard you’ll try — your boyfriend and professional overthinker in regards to your well-being, ricky.

it’s quite cute, the juxtaposition of his public image and the way he tends to worry. did you eat? does your throat hurt from vocal practice? did you trip during dance practice again? (a question that’s especially annoying considering you told him about tripping once, roughly six months ago. he refuses to let it go.) he sends you teas and throat sprays to make sure your voice is taken care of, secretly checks the soles of your shoes to make sure they aren’t getting slippery, somehow manages to pack you little snacks you can munch on when you haven’t eaten anything before practice again. he’s very rarely stern, much too soft-spoken and gentle towards you to speak to you in a more serious manner when he’s worried, so he shows his care and love through these things — which makes you feel all the more guilty when you straight up have to lie to him when he asks if practice is going fine, if you’re feeling well, and letting you know how excited he (along with gyuvin, he mentions) is to see you perform in person up close.

you try your hardest to get better before the performance, you really do. well, as much as you can between hours and hours of practice and barely any sleep, at least. all your efforts seem to be in vain, though, because the day of the performance seems to be the worst day yet — if you had a choice, you would bury yourself under every blanket available and not leave your bed for at least a week, that’s how awful you feel when you and your members are picked up from your dorm during the wee hours of the morning.

unfortunately, the little perfectionistic gremlin that lives at the back of your mind refuses to let all these weeks of practice go to waste, so you muster up a brave smile through your shaking pupils and tell your worrying members that you have everything under control — you’ll smash this performance just like all the other ones, even if you have to do it while being a little dizzy. it’s no big deal, you’re a professional after all.

your stylists is making some last minute adjustments to your outfits when a gentle knock sounds through the room, a very familiar blonde head of hair popping in. you rush over to ricky, his arms snaking around you immediately. “hey, handsome,” you mutter as you observe his face, a small grin playing on his lips. “you’re not looking to bad yourself, hm?” his voice is smooth as he brushes some of your hair out of your face, careful to not interfere with your hairstylist’s hard work. you’re thrown off your balance a little when another dizziness spell hits you out of nowhere, the look on ricky’s face immediately morphing into one of concern, “are you okay?”

you muster up a smile and just nod, eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the black dots bouncing around in your vision, “yeah, i’m just a little nervous,” you reach up to adjust his collar to avoid meeting his worried eyes, “i’m fine. just freaking out a little, that’s all.” you can tell ricky doesn’t entirely believe you, but he trusts that you would come to him if there was something wrong — so he reluctantly lets the subject go. he steals a quick kiss to your lips, whispering a “good luck, i love you.” before he turns to leave to make any last preparations for his own performance.

your first wave of regret overcomes you when you stand ready beneath the stage, you and your members getting into position to perform the intro to your performance. your head feels like it’s about to split and your hands are shaky, but it’s too late to turn back now — as queen sunmi once said, the show must go on.

your second wave of regret comes when you’re actually on stage, all the lights, the music, the screams and your in-ear monitor feeling less like the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve and more like your own personal hell. your group having your own amazing entrance with one of the stage elevators excited you at first; unfortunately, right now you’re preoccupied with managing your expressions to make sure you won’t let any irritation or discomfort slip.

your third and final wave of regret comes when you stand in the middle of the stage in this massive venue, tens of thousands of eyes on you as you start to perform your solo part of the song — your head is pounding and you can barely hear your own voice through your in-ears anymore, your steps are shaky and imprecise, your vision is blurry. you manage to push through, somehow, but it’s clear in the way your chest is heaving once the lights go out that you’re not well.

the atmosphere is very much tense in the part of the audience where your fellow idols sit, all of them having to cover their very obvious concern with faux excitement — you pulled it off well enough, but it’s clear to every single one of them that you’re sick and that you probably should not have performed. ricky especially has to keep his expressions in check, because the mix of worry and concern but also frustration and maybe a little anger is raging heavily inside him right now.

the worry and concern are obvious, the last thing he wants to see is you being sick, much less performing in that state. the frustration is bubbling inside him because he knows that you know better, that even the chance of you hurting yourself even worse by performing while sick is enough reason to sit out one performance. the anger is entirely directed at your staff and maybe some of your members, your leader at least — they must’ve seen that you were unwell, no? and they still let you on stage? is that not what managers and leaders are for, to take matters into their own hands and to know what’s best for their members? it all comes to a head when your members join the other idols in the audience while you’re nowhere in sight.

ricky is getting restless, his hands sprawling against his dress pants, occasionally pinching the fabric to keep his mind occupied. gyuvin and matthew both gave him little reassuring pats on his back but neither did much to comfort him, his mind entirely preoccupied with worrying about you and counting down the minutes to when he will finally be able to check up on you backstage.

it’s about an hour later when the award show is finally over, and for once ricky is the first one to rush backstage, a little ahead of all of his members. he swerves past staff and security and doesn’t even bother knocking on your group’s dressing room, ripping the door open to find your shocked but still very exhausted eyes staring up at him in surprise, “ricky?”

he’s in front of you in the blink of an eye, squatting down to meet you eye-to-eye, his hands gently cradling your face, “are you okay? for real, this time?” his brows are furrowed and you feel a little bad for thinking that he looks pretty handsome all serious like this. you nod sheepishly, apology ready to spill from your lips when he squishes your cheeks together to silence you, “shhh, you listen to me. never do that again, okay? do you know how scary that was, watching you perform like that? what if something had happened, you know you could’ve—,” he stumbles over his words a little, clearly worked up, “i don’t know, fallen off stage or something. you could’ve fainted! or you could’ve broken something or— i don’t know, just, promise me, don’t do that again.” ricky’s once so stern voice turns soft towards the end again, never really able to keep up his serious tone for long, especially towards you.

“‘m sorry, just didn’t want to let anyone down,” you mumble, leaning into his touch. his cold hands on your face feel incredibly nice, a stark contrast to your feverish face. he sighs and one of his hands comes up to brush your hair away from your face, his hand stroking your head softly, “i know, but still. don’t do stuff like that, okay? talk to someone when you’re not feeling well. your managers, your members, me — there’s so many people you can go to, okay? anyone, as long as you tell someone,” you nod along to him, and maybe it’s the guilt of making him worry so much or the fact that you’re overwhelmed from the amount of affection coming from him while you’re still a little delirious, but you feel like you need to lighten the atmosphere with a little joke.

“even gyuvin?” the gentle expression on his face falls almost immediately, replaced by a very unimpressed stare. you break out into quiet giggles, muttering a “sorry” before pressing a kiss to his cheek. ricky grumbles a little before getting back up, running his hand through your hair gently one last time. “i have to go back now but i’m ordering you some soup to your dorm later. you’re on bedrest for the next few days, you hear me?” he tries to sound stern again and puts on his best serious face, but his façade is broken when you smile up at him so tiredly, the exhaustion clear on your face.

“thank you, i love you,” you call after him when he turns to leave, ricky sending you a flying kiss before leaving the room, “love you too.”

(your fourth wave of regret came when you realised ricky formed an alliance with your members, all of them exchanging “y/n intel” to make sure all of them can keep an eye on you while you’re recovering.)

[yuzuksi]

내 운명은 너와 묶여져 / you're my desire, take my hand

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 593

notes: ricky my beloved <33, i've had this idea for a while but it felt fitting to write it for ricky, mentions of reader wearing lip tint/lip gloss, semi proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from zb1 - take my hand

SHEN RICKY gently knocks his knuckles against the wood, half-leaning against your opened bathroom door. the metal band of his watch shines brightly in the sunlight, complimented by the hem of his black suit jacket. “are you ready to go?” 

“almost,” you say, leaning across the bathroom mirror. your gaze meets his for a second before you return to staring straight ahead, critiquing your appearance. “i’m just doing some finishing touches.” 

ricky hums quietly, silently entering the bathroom to stand beside you. he raises a hand to push a stray strand of hair away from his face and adjusts the edges of his freshly ironed tie. “you look incredible, you know,” he says. 

you smile sheepishly, brushing the compliment off with a quiet “thanks.” your hands fumble with a small tube of an unfamiliar lip tint as you carefully apply the product. your perfume smells of strawberries and vanilla - light, but not suffocating. 

“is this new?” he asks, watching as you carefully examine your freshly pink lips. 

“yeah,” you smile brightly as you turn to face him. your lip gloss glints beneath the golden bathroom lights. “i got it a few days ago. do you like it?”

ricky smiles in return. his hands ghost against your waist, fingertips trailing down until they stop against your hips. “i don’t know,” he teases. “i think i need a closer look.” 

you don’t even attempt to hide your smirk, taking a step closer. you wrap your arms around his neck, carefully carding your fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck. you can all but feel the shivers that race down ricky’s spine in response; his hitched breath and warm cheeks give you enough of a hint. “is this better?”

ricky hums. his gaze flickers from meeting yours before lingering on your mouth. your heartbeat quickens in your chest when he leans in. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach at the lack of proximity. 

he reaches up, gingerly resting a hand against your cheek. his thumb swipes against your jawline, carefully tilting your face upwards. “can i kiss you?” he whispers; the words are barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat. 

“yes.” you tighten your grip around ricky’s body, leaning into his touch. “please.” 

he smiles brightly in response. your eyes flutter closed as he leans in. ricky’s lips feel soft when they meet your own. you can vaguely taste the strawberry chapstick he had applied mere hours earlier. your bodies mold together effortlessly - like you were made for each other. 

the seconds tick by without care. you allow yourself to get lost in your own world, forgetting about your responsibilities for a few minutes. tension slips away from your shoulders in waves. you can feel your worries disappear the longer you lean into ricky’s touch. 

you only pull away when your lungs begin to burn. you miss the feeling of the kiss as soon as it’s gone, but it’s quickly replaced when ricky begins to rub his thumb against your cheek. the sight of his flushed cheeks makes you smile. 

“is this close enough?” you ask through an airy chuckle. 

“it’s perfect,” ricky whispers, full of sincerity. his breath just barely ghosts against your lips. 

you softly chuckle as you bring a hand down to gingerly brush your thumb against ricky’s bottom lip. your fingertips smudge the pigment, wiping it away from his skin. “i think you’re wearing more lip tint than me,” you murmur, causing a flush spreads across his face, tinting the tips of his ears a shade of bright pink. 

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[yuzuksi]

LIKE ALWAYS MY FOCUS IS ON YOU

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 448

notes: my motivation has been garbage lately lol, i might occasionally post some zb1 fics bc i love them, not proofread, title from ZEROBASEONE - SWEAT

sunlight danced across the sky, casting a golden glow across your bedroom. the clouds above are tinted in various shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly sets; its rays slowly disappear below the horizon. RICKY interlinks his pinky finger with your own, watching you with a soft smile as you settle yourself beneath the blankets.

“i missed this,” you sigh, resting your head against ricky’s shoulder. his arm snakes around your waist, keeping your body pressed against his. “i missed you.”

he hums as he reaches over to push a stray strand of hair away from your face. ricky’s touch is gentle as he carefully tucks the strand behind your ear. “i missed you too, love.”

you smile, taking the moment to observe your lover. video calls with an unstable connection could never do him justice. from up close, you can still see the black eyeliner surrounding his sharp eyes. the thin layer of foundation coating his cheeks does little to hide the flush slowly spreading up his neck and tinting his ears a light pink. 

ricky turns to face you, his gaze capturing yours easily. silence falls across your bedroom, only occasionally broken by the low hum of the air conditioner. “you’re staring,” you murmur. 

ricky hums in response. his tinted lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches up, gingerly resting his hand against your cheek. “so are you.”

you wrap your hand around his wrist, rubbing your thumb against the grooves of his knuckles. ricky’s hands are soft against your own. his skin smells of hotel lotion and the soap in your bathroom. they fit perfectly into your own, intertwining almost subconsciously. “you’re beautiful.”

ricky laughs - a soft, beautiful sound. it fills the previous silence of your bedroom, making a smile spread across your own lips. “yeah?” he teases, leaning in until there are mere centimeters between your faces. “you think so?”

“of course.”

he smiles. your eyes flutter shut when he slowly leans in. ricky’s lips are soft when he finally presses them against your own. he kisses you like he never wants to let go - pouring all of the love and longing he had felt into the kiss. you can just barely taste the cherry chapstick he had applied a few hours earlier; his tinted lipstick stains against your lips. 

your lungs are burning by the time you pull away. your flushed cheeks match ricky’s as he presses another chaste kiss against your cheek before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you.”

you pepper a few stray kisses against his skin in response, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “i love you too, ricky.”

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[yuzuksi]

slow sex with gyuvin which turns into rough, deep sex when he sees the bulge on your lower tummy from how big his cock is inside you. him towering over your smaller body when he pushes you into the mattress with the sheer force of his thrusts, soft little whines and squeal and cute little squeaks coming out of you. him continuing even after you’ve cum and making you unravel over and over again while he hasn’t even cum once, and then he finally cums deeeep inside of you, tip kissing your cervix, planting little pecks on your forehead, praising you for taking it so well and being such a good girl.

damn this is the MOST i’ve ever yapped omfg i think i’m insane 😭 you can tell how fucking horny i amm there is a severe lack of dom gyuvin on the internet

-🍓

cw p in v unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, cumming inside, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, mentions of oral (f!receiving) and fingering, belly bulge, dom!Gyuvin, Gyuvin calls reader puppy 18+ MDNI

✉️ you're actually insane, this is everything. How can I even add anything to this when it's already perfect T-T

When Gyuvin doms, he can either be a tease or overwhelming in the best way. This night had started with him in that teasing mood. Hours of him slowly eating you out and carefully fingering you, stretching you out and getting you ready to take his huge length. By the time he’s done, you’re trembling softly, pussy swollen from his kisses and gentle nips, and any slight move of his fingers has you cumming around them. Gyuvin’s obsessed with when he gets you like this: extremely sensitive and willing to do anything if it means he’ll keep touching you. 

“You’ve done this before, nothing different about tonight, baby…” Gyuvin whispers as he presses a kiss to your temple, rubbing his full palm against your pussy in an attempt to soothe you. “Don’t get shy on me now, puppy, you asked for this,” he says, a small smirk on his lips as a sharp gasp leaves you when the leaking tip of his veiny cock is pressed against your folds. He has to pin your hips down to keep you from running away from the stretch as he slowly sinks into you. Gyuvin can’t help but moan. There’s something so perfect about the way you fit with him, how your warmth envelops his entire length (even if it does take a bit of work), and every time he’s intimate with you, he can’t help but get lost in the feeling of how much he loves you.

He tries to be gentle at first, easing you into things with slow rolls of his hips. He pulls all the way out, leaving his throbbing tip inside of you before pushing back in, making sure to angle his hips in just the way you like. When you let out a small whimper, hands reaching up for his shoulders, Gyuvin knows you want him closer. So he presses his forehead against yours, your noses brushing as your arms wrap around his neck and as he continues his deep thrusts. 

At least, until he glances down to see the small bulge in your lower abdomen every time he fully sinks into you. That makes something in him snap. You have to be ready to take him, right? He’d been taking care of you for hours.

“Hold on, baby.” 

The next thrust has you crying out from how deep he feels, over the spots he hits and you dig your nails into his skin. Angry, red marks decorate Gyuvin’s broad back as he fucks you hard and fast, just the way he wants to. It’s not long before you’re close, and when his large hand presses down against where his dick is buried inside of you, you’re cumming hard. Things don’t stop there though. One orgasm from you is never enough for Gyuvin. 

“Make a mess, puppy. Want you to be so wet that my cock can’t even stay inside of you without slipping out…” And you listen to him. You lose track of how many orgasms you have, lost in the continuous loop of pleasure before your dazed mind registers the sounds Gyuvin makes before he cums. Low, whiny moans and you’re sure you sound just as desperate as him when the tip of his dick hits your cervix. The sensation has you reeling, your juices squirting around his cock as he finally cums, filling your womb with his warmth. 

“So good f’me, baby, you’re… God, you’re perfect.” You can barely keep your eyes open as a sweet kiss is pressed to your forehead. “My good girl,” Gyuvin mumbles, “You can take a few more rounds… Yeah?”

[yuzuksi]

낫게 해줘 너 때문인 lovesick / 너 아니면 소용없어 don't need

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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[yuzuksi]

“ SUNLIGHT. ” ft. shen ricky

ricky x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warnings : none, wc : 495.

the sun's rays caressed your face through the bedroom window, fluttering your eyes before you manage to sit up. rubbing the latter while yawning, you observed the room around you completely empty of any human presence. usually, your boyfriend would be by your side, but today the apartment seemed deserted.

not asking you more questions about it, you scrolled a few minutes on your social networks, before finding the motivation to take a hot shower to start the day.

coming out of the bathroom, a big half hour later, still no trace of ricky around. you rushed to send him a message to ask where he was, before looking for something to wear. but nothing seemed to suit your tastes of the day — despite all the good will in the world. sighing heavily as you puff out your cheeks, scanning your belongings in your travel bag, you innocently swivel your head towards ricky's closet.

after all.. he must have enough clothes not to notice that you borrowed a t-shirt, right?

then in a very cheerful way, you hurried to start your shopping session in his closet, rummaging through the piles of clothes until you find THE perfect t-shirt, the one that would be the highlight of your outfit for the day. after that, you hurried to put on the rest of your clothes, finishing your morning routine, without realizing that in the meantime, a certain person was back in the apartment.

passing his head through the doorway of the room, ricky observed you for a long minute, a silly smile on the face. you'd hum softly while styling your hair, without never noticing him. until he spoke up and entered the bedroom : « is that my shirt? »

flinching at the sound of his voice while putting a hand against your chest to calm your panicked heart, you turned sharply towards him, your eyes sliding over his face — « are you crazy?! i almost had a heart attack! »

a mocking laugh escaped his lips as he settled against the edge of the bed, tilting his head to the side. before you could say anything, he pointed to your top, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. suddenly becoming shy, you feigned ignorance by turning your back again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, trying not to let your eyes meet his.

but you heard him move behind you, stand up and move in your direction, until his arms are around you, giving you a warm back hug. ricky placed a light kiss on your cheek, before resting his chin on your shoulder. his gaze was fixed in yours, through the mirror that was in front of both of you, and you could swear that your heart has never beaten as fast as it is now.

then in a soft and warm voice, although a little hoarse, ricky whispered close to your ear, « keep it. it looks better on you. »

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[yuzuksi]

[r/TrueOffMyChest] i killed my girlfriend with my words.

PAIRING ⟢ eunseok song x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ reddit au, written, oneshots, nsfw

CW ⟢ suicide, suicidal reader, asshole eunseok, manipulative eunseok

💭 extreme tw!!!

[r/TrueOffMyChest] i killed my girlfriend with my words. posted by u/[deleted] • 3w ago

throwaway account. i just want to let this out.

i met my girlfriend when she was at the lowest point of her life. it was a mess—she was a mess. her mother kicked her out after finding out she’s her father’s guarantor for the money he borrowed from loan sharks. my girlfriend barely made ends meet with her thousands of part-time jobs and was constantly running on empty. she was also juggling between classes, jobs, and taking care of her siblings at her grandmother’s house.

she never asked for help in any way. i always saw her skipping meals, and she wore the same hoodie every day. i wanted to take care of her, and so i did. 

when we got together two years ago, i told her she didn’t have to work anymore. i could take care of her with my allowances from my parents and grandparents, and my savings. i wanted to provide for her and make things easier. she insisted and told me that she didn’t want to rely on anyone—which was understandable. but it’s stupid to not want someone take care of you. financially, specifically. so i reported this to her academic advisor and she was told to stop working (given a warning letter) unless she’d be kicked out. eventually, she had to, not like she had a choice. yeah it's mean but i was doing it for her.

for a while, things were okay. her life did get better and she started smiling even more, looking healthier, and smelled nicer. it was beneficial for me too. she cooked, cleaned, and kept me company since she moved in with me. but things weren’t perfect because her mother was still bothering her—asking for money and threatening that she’ll give my girlfriend’s contact number to the loan sharks. i asked her to block and change her number, and she did.

she just kind of lets me have my way in her life. maybe because of dependency. i mean, i gave her, and her siblings money. she lived under my roof, wore the clothes i bought, she ate meals that i wanted her to cook, and everything. and it's not like she can go out since i'm also the one giving her pocket money. her life practically revolved around me. it felt good.

one night, few months ago, we had an argument. it was so stupid and so so fucking small. i think it started because she’s graduating, and she’s thinking of working under her auntie at a small company and i didn’t allow her. who will i take care of if she starts being independent like before? she snapped and said i was suffocating her, and she felt useless around the house. and she ‘accused’ me of taking care of her so i have control over. i mean yeah, but who told you that? you weren't supposed to know that.

i got angry and told her how much of an ungrateful bitch she’s being. and that i should’ve just let her struggle her way out of her shithole life and work paying off her father’s debt until she’s dead. i think i said more, but i don't remember.

she said something, i forgot, but i remember slapping her. it was so loud it woke our dog. then she went quiet. i didn’t apologise but i probably should’ve. i should’ve told her i didn’t mean to, but if you were there, your pride would stop you too.

anyway, she left right away, slammed the door behind and didn’t come home that night. 

or the next.

it’s been a week after then and she didn’t picked up my calls. i figured she just needed more space or something, so as much as it worried me, i didn’t file a report. i didn’t ask around because if they ask, i’d have to tell them what happened. i didn't want them to know the things i said or the slapping. so i just let it be. 

about 9 days after that, i got the news. she was found three days after the night we fought in a motel room, no signs of struggle, just a handful of sleeping pills. she didn’t leave me a note or anything and she was still wearing the same pyjama from three nights ago.

they classified it as a suicide, it was one. nobody knew what happened, or what drove her to killing herself. nobody knew i was probably the reason—for saying such things and for slapping her. they just talked about how sad it is, being so young and dead, how she must’ve felt so alone. her friends wished me condolences, her mother never came to her funeral that i paid for. that bitch...

i pretended i had nothing to do with her suicide and blamed it on her family. It’s been quite some time after the incident and i still don’t know what to feel. yeah, she’s my girlfriend. ya i love her, still. i feel like it’s my fault but she looked the type to do it either way, without having me to trigger her. so do i feel guilty? i'm not sure. maybe if i think about it for too long.

but deep down i also feel superior because i was the last person she talked to, seen, loved, and had. her life was mine and she belonged to me until the end of her life. she probably cried before swallowing the sleeping pills because i slapped her—or maybe how much she missed me. i don’t know, just assuming.

i don’t think i want to know what i feel but yeah. hope she's in a better place.

Top Comments:

[u/honeypie] what the fuck???

[u/morallygray] op dont even fucking say you love her. you destroyed a girl who was already on her last straw to begin with.

[u/artificialflavouring] has anyone ever told you youre fucked up in the head?

[u/wildefire999] i did some digging and there are thousands of suicide cases since the last few months. i found one of a college girl who died in a rosecreek motel, wearing pajamas as stated in op's post. but since there's no location, no timeline, no details, or anything, i can't confirm anything. [link]

[u/iamellie replying to u/wildefire999] holy shit i know about this case. that girl went to my university. i dont know her personally but ive seen her around campus before. if it's truly her who OP's talking about, i i think i know who is OP.

[u/goldenhour] shouldn't this post be reported? this is an admit-tion to emotional abuse and hidden disappearance?

[u/jjj4000 replying to u/goldenhour] are you new here? you'd be surpise to see the amount of murderers admitting to killing people still active in reddit lol.

💭 yeah................. poor reader

[yuzuksi]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNUMBER ONE GIRL,ㅤ(보이넥스트도어)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝑓𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝑟𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ㅤᵔ ᵕ ᵔㅤ 1200𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲 ㅤ✧ ㅤ𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤ𝗐. ──── 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀ㅤㅤ ❪ 𝖢𝖫𝗂𝖢𝖪𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 ❫

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸 ──── 𝗉𝗋��𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

01. jaehyun isn’t the kind of guy who just pulls out a chair for you—he dusts it off first. he doesn’t just give you his jacket when you’re cold—he wraps it around your shoulders, making sure it’s snug before tucking your hair behind your ear and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

02. his shoulder is always free for you to rest your head on when you’re tired, and when you do, he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close and steady. he presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, murmuring soft reassurances, his voice a quiet lullaby as you drift off to sleep.

03. whenever you call his name, he answers immediately, like he’s been waiting for you to speak. it’s as if his whole world revolves around you, and honestly, it does. if anyone ever says something that even slightly upsets you, he’ll glare at them for a solid 2.5 seconds, before turning back to you, his full attention on making sure you’re okay.

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮.

01. sungho makes you feel like you have both a knight in shining armor and a personal butler at the same time. he’s always so observant when it comes to you, giving you what you need before you even have to ask. if your phone battery is low, he hands you his charger without a word. if you mention liking something in passing, barely even realizing it yourself, you somehow end up with a suspiciously large quantity of it the very next day.

02. he never lets you carry anything heavy—ever. even if it’s just a small bag, he takes it from you without a word, as if it was never yours to hold in the first place. if you’ve been standing too long in a queue, he gently guides you to a seat, his hand lingering near the small of your back as he insists you rest your legs. and when you’re walking together, he’s always on the traffic side, instinctively shielding you without making a big deal out of it.

03. if he notices you shivering, his tongue clicks in disapproval. “i told you to dress warmer,” he scolds, but there’s no real bite to his words—not when he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a soft kiss against them before tucking both of your hands into his coat pocket, his own hand wrapped snugly around yours, an unspoken promise to keep you warm.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮.

01. for him, you’re quite literally the most precious thing in the world, and he’d choose you over anything. if you so much as frown, he’s immediately panicking. “what’s wrong? do you need a hug? do you need twenty hugs?” he asks, his face scrunched up in the most adorable look of concern.

02. when it comes to dates, he lets you pick everything—the movie, the restaurant, the plans—because your happiness is his priority. he’s also the most acts of service guy in the whole world. he ties your shoelaces, holds doors open for you, carries your bag without a second thought. and when you tell him you can do all these things yourself, he just smiles softly and says, “i know you can, but i want to.”

03. again, he cannot stand seeing even a hint of sadness on your face. if you so much as pretend to be upset, he pouts instantly, pulling you closer. “nooo, don’t be upset, baby. i’ll do anything—do you wanna hold my hand? here, both hands, take both hands.”

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭.

01. taesan believes chivalry is not dead—at least not when it comes to you. he always opens doors for you but slams them shut in the face of the next person without a second thought, completely unfazed by the curses they throw at him. his only concern is you. he follows the sidewalk rule religiously, making sure you’re the one walking safely, the rest of the world be damned.

02. when you’re walking together, he naturally slows his pace to match yours, never making a big deal out of it. he isn’t overly affectionate, but he somehow always knows exactly when you need a hug. without a word, he pulls you into his arms, cradling your head against his chest as his fingers thread gently through your hair. he just holds you, listening intently as you ramble about whatever’s been bothering you, grounding you without even trying.

03. around taesan, you don’t have to lift a single finger. he insists on carrying your bags, tying your shoelaces, taking care of every little thing before you even think to ask. and if you ever say, “i feel like a princess when i’m around you,” he just shrugs, effortlessly cool, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “well, that’s how it should be.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭.

01. leehan has a way of looking at you—soft, mesmerized, like you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. it doesn’t matter if you’re dressed up or just in your pajamas, mid-laugh or sulky, his gaze never wavers. if you ramble, he never interrupts—just nods, hums in agreement, and asks thoughtful little questions to show he cares.

02. he tries to remember every little detail about you, keeping a secret folder in his notes app filled with all the things you mention in passing—the things you admire, the flavors you like, the small joys that make your eyes light up. he surprises you with your coffee order without you even having to ask, and when he finds trinkets or stickers he knows you’d love, he collects them one by one, waiting until he has enough to gift you.

03. and of course, he compares you to cute fishes. sometimes as a joke, pointing at the weirdest-looking ones in the aquarium just to tease you. but then, in a softer voice, he’ll gesture toward the prettiest, most colorful one and say, "that’s you." and when he notices you blushing, he only grins, a little shy himself, but unable to stop looking at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪.

01. woonhak tucks your hair behind your ear whenever it gets in the way. if you’re eating, writing, or just caught up in something, and a stray strand falls across your face, his fingers are there—brushing against your cheek as he tucks it back with the softest touch. he never says anything about it, just smiles fondly, like it’s second nature to take care of you.

02. he has a habit of always reaching for your hand, sometimes absentmindedly, sometimes not. whether it’s when you’re crossing the street, his fingers find yours, locking them together firmly. if you have to step over a puddle, his hand is already outstretched, guiding you across so your shoes don’t get dirty. under tables or during movie nights, he plays with your fingers, tracing gentle patterns on your palm, his touch warm and familiar.

03. he makes sure you always have everything you need. after you once complained about always misplacing your hair ties, he got into the habit of carrying a few in his pocket, just in case. the first time you notice, you laugh, amused, and ask why he has them. he just shrugs, handing you one with the softest smile. "you always need one, right?"

‎ ‎     • 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 ㅤ🗯ㅤ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ───── 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ˆᗜˆ

tags @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @chaeneu , @aloe-7 , @en-dream , @rizzkisworld , @sgz-net , @kstrucknet , @k-films , @cosmicwintr , @mydearyeseo , @ladyaida ,

ㅤ🍀ㅤ𓈒ㅤfor princess jiah ( @okwonyo ) who has been getting into bonedo recently ><

[yuzuksi]

LOYALTY TEST W/ BND

pairing: non-idol!ot6 x gn!reader

genre: fluff, smau, college au (mostly), streamer woonhak

warnings: mentions of food, pov is from the person doing the loyalty test, mentions of cheating (but they don’t cheat!!), the term ‘hooking up’ is used once, cringy weird flirting…, lmk if there’s anything else! / @kstrucknet

maia’s note: i’ve been wanting to make this for awhile and i finally did it.. inspired by this but for bonedo !! also a little smth for valentines day since i didn’t post anything :p likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

please do not repost, copy, or translate.

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[yuzuksi]

top 4 boys id jerk off

1. soobin - i think he's really hanging. id love to try to wrap my hand around what he's packing. i also think it's probably pretty

2. euijoo - he really gives me like pretty pink dick energy. like i bet it flushes so cutely. i feel like he's on the thinner side so I just wanna wrap both hands around it and work like im grinding pepper

3. jaehyun - so chubby you can't convince me otherwise like i bet his dick just mushrooms so cutely. i think it'd be nice specifically to palm him especially through his boxers and also i think he's fr a faucet like he'd soak through his boxers so quick

4. anton - absolutely Packing. just huge and girthy like my fingertips won't even touch with my hand around him. and i feel like he'd be so shy while you jerk him off like he'd hide his face and it would be cute.

thank you come again 🪄

[yuzuksi]

𐙚 song eunseok is . . .

✩⸝⸝ [THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND TO...] a seven-part series! (vol.2) . . .

# ಇ. eunseok as your boyfriend; headcanons!    ⋆   fluff!   //   bf!eunseok x reader  ˖  ✧ no warnings [m.list]

💬 ... eunseok is my acutal boyfriend like irl so these are all from experience !!!! this is an account of my REAL LIFE experiences !!!!!

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bf!eunseok who . . . loves you in his own special way.

bf!eunseok who . . . comes off as intimidating but is really just lost in his thoughts wondering how to spend the night with you.

bf!eunseok who . . . says "i love you" in the form of freshly cooked dinners and pats on the head.

bf!eunseok who . . . always stops you at the doorway whenever he sees your jacket unzipped and your gloves in your pocket.

bf!eunseok who . . . brushes the hair out of your face while you're speaking to him just to see your face clearly.

bf!eunseok who . . . is shockingly good at everything, so he's always running to you to flaunt his new-found talents and even offering to teach you his ways (though you'll never be as good as him!).

bf!eunseok who . . . looks up stupid dad jokes before he goes to visit you because he loves that disappointed yet stunned laugh you let out whenever he delivers his dumb punch lines.

bf!eunseok who . . . can never breathe a huff of peace until you assure him you're doing just fine and ate all three meals he left for you before he went home last night.

bf!eunseok who . . . is self-sufficient and independent until he lies beside you, not being able to stop himself from curling up against your chest, patiently waiting for your pats and praises.

bf!eunseok who . . . is always worried about you, wondering what you're doing and how you're holding up.

bf!eunseok who . . . loves you with every ounce of adoration and affection he owns since you're that special soul that's bearing the other half of his heart.

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(a/n: i need him so badly it's not even a joke anymore this dude means the world to me KILL ME ALREADY)

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[yuzuksi]

alr just shove it in atp bruh

[yuzuksi]

leehan and daebaki ♡