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[yourtypagirl1]

Christian As Your Boyfriend (Headcanon)

Christian Yu / DPR IAN X Female Reader [Fluff]

He would definitely call you pet names like, darling, babe, baby, dear, sweetheart, honey, love, doll, etc. He would constantly find cute, new pet names to call you. 

Type of man who would open doors for you, open and close car doors for you, and pull out a chair for you at a restaurant.  

While shopping in a store, he would hold your clothing for you to free up your hands, so you could continue browsing. Once you have purchased the items, he would hold your shopping bags for you. 

When traveling he would handle all the bags and luggage (both yours and his). He would insist he could handle it all himself and wouldn’t allow you to lift a finger. 

He is the type who would remove his jacket and give it to you to wear if you’re cold. And if it’s raining, hold open an umbrella for you. 

He will never fail to compliment you on your appearance. He will constantly tell you how pretty, beautiful, and gorgeous you are. He would always let you know how much he loves you, whether it’s through words or forms of affection like hugs and kisses. 

He’s the kind of man who will take notice if you get your hair styled, cut, or dyed differently. He would notice if you try a different shade of lipstick or gloss, if you buy a new outfit, or wear a different scent of perfume. He would tell you he likes it and show appreciation for the effort you took to look and smell good for him. 

Christian is the type of boyfriend who would cook for you each chance he gets. He would not only want to feed you delicious foods but would also want to impress you with his cooking skills. 

He would offer to give you a back massage or foot massage, if he sees that you could use one. 

He’s the type who would always want to hold hands or link arms with you. He would be happy and proud to have you by his side. 

He’s the “tuck a strand of hair behind your ear”, “caress the side of your face while looking into your eyes” kind of guy. 

He’s the type who would do something special for you on birthdays and anniversaries, whether it’s taking you out to a nice dinner, surprising you with concert tickets to see your favorite artist/band, or surprising you with a gift. 

Just like Christian is very protective with the women in his life, it would not be any different with you. He would be the protective boyfriend who is always looking out for you, always concerned for your safety, and always making sure nothing physically happens to you. 

Overall, Christian would value you, always know the right things to say to you, and treat you like the Queen that you are. 

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Set My Wings on Fire (DPR Ian x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're smitten by the love of your life, Christian Yu and he's being painted as a dangerous person. But, you don't care cause that's your man and you're going to stick beside him. You're pretty much in love with a villain, but he's super sweet to you. Non-celebrity AU.

Pairing: DPR Ian x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Smut, PIV, oral sex (male rec), mentions of murder, praise kink, good girl, unprotected sex, creampie

This is part of a NEW SERIES called Duality. It's all about embracing switch!energy. Part 1 will be sub!reader and Part 2 will be dom!reader. Some of the stories will be 2 idols x reader, and some will be just 1 on 1.

Smut below the cut.

"You need to leave him alone," Your best friend voices as they stare at the large television on your wall. The dim glow casts a shadow across your living room.

You press your lips together and cross your arms. A tightness crawls up your chest. This is the last thing you want to hear right now. You are tired of hearing this comment right now. You feel around your couch for the remote. You can't bother to listen to the news channel any longer.

"Look," you begin, forcing yourself to meet their gaze. "I know Christian very well. The media is trying to make up stories about him. He's not the monster they're making him out to be," You speak up and express your feelings. You twist his ring that he gave you a year ago, and you decide to wear it as a necklace.

You know Christian better than anyone. Everything he does has a meaning and purpose behind it.

You stare at the image of his picture plastered on the television. His usual neat dark brown hair is a mess, and his eyeliner is smeared. Underneath his picture are large red letters "WANTED" that contrast against his pale complexion. Sure, he might seem dangerous to someone else, but to you, something magnetizes you to him.

"The man is a killer, Y/n. If he comes here, you need to turn him in. You don't want to go to jail for housing a fugitive, do you?"

"He isn't a killer. I don't care what the media is saying."

You pick up your phone off the couch table and see that he texted you five minutes ago that he was on his way. You quickly text back and tell him to wait until your best friend leaves.

"This man has brainwashed you. Hopefully, you realize the truth before it's too late." Your best friend raises their hands in defeat and stands up. "I gotta go. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"He's not, but thanks for stopping by," you reply, trying to smooth things.

Your friend stands up and hugs you. You're glad they are leaving. There is nothing that will convince you that Christian is a bad person. Even with everything you know about him, you would never turn on him.

You walk with them to your front door, and the soft patter of your bare feet echoes against the polished hardwood floor.

Once they leave you close the door only to be slightly pushed open, revealing Christian.

There he is.

The only man that can make you melt to your knees. You want nothing more than to feel his hands all over you.

"Beautiful," Christian, your accented lover, whispers your favorite nickname. He steps into your home. His words allow you to fall to your knees and please your man. But, you don't want to act too thirsty.

He removes his hood with both hands and reveals his hair in messy, shoulder-length loose curls. The two of you stand in your foyer, and your eyes connect.

Christian has such a dark energy around him that it attracts you to him for whatever reason. It pulls you in so closely, like a moth to a flame. Regardless of what others say, you can still see the good in him. He's been nothing but kind, patient, and loving to you. So, really, that's all that matters to you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.

Christian removes his sweatshirt, and your eyes trace over his tattoos. You run your hand over the one tattoo over his heart, your name.

"I'm so much better, now that I'm with you."

"I'm sure you know they're looking for you."

"I know," Christian sighs. "I'm also wanted for something. What is it this time?"

"Murder."

Christian stares into your eyes, and he can heart your heart beating fast. No one has ever cared about him more than you. Your unwavering loyalty is something he's searched for many years. Now, he's found exactly what he needs within you.

"Do you think I'm guilty?" Christian asks you.

"No, but if you did it, I know there was a reason."

"Good girl. You know your man oh too well," Christian praises you. He knows it's exactly what you need to hear in this moment.

Your lips curl into a smile, and you haven't looked away from him. He knows that nothing about him scares you. He's told you his deepest, darkest secrets. Because he knows he can trust you.

"I do. My best friend was just running their mouth talking about how I need to leave you alone. But, they don't know you like I do."

"Do you need me to handle that?"

"No, never that."

"We have some catching up to do. Don't we, angel?"

"Yes."

***

You turn on the shower and step into it first. Christian follows behind you. He presses you against the shower wall from behind. "My angel.. so pure. So innocent," he whispers into your ear.

Christian runs his hand down your back, enough to give you chills. You've missed feeling his touch against your skin.

"You know I'm far from innocent."

"Compared to me. You're a saint."

Christian attacks your neck with kisses. This instantly sends a warmth throughout your body. You've missed the way his lips feel against your skin. You don't care what happens when he's out of your sight. Because this man adores you, he'd do anything to protect you.

"Sweetness, tell me.." Christian pulls away from you and turns you around to face him. His gaze penetrates your eyes, searching for something unspoken. "Do you really love me?"

His eyes are full of emotions, and you can see the pureness in his question. But, at the same time, why would he question you this way? You've always supported him no matter what.

"Of course, I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Even if I had to leave you for a bit?"

Your breath quickens, and you can feel your stomach churn. Is he going to up and leave you? Does this mean he's going to end things with you?

"Where are you going?" You twist your necklace.

Christian picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as the warm water cascades down the two of you.

"I'm not sure. But, I'm leaving in 48 hours."

"Because of what I saw on the news?" You try to piece everything together. Did this mean that it was true? You didn't want to ask him what happened because you trusted him.

He promised you he would never do anything that would jeopardize his time with you. He stated that from the beginning. But, now, it felt like things were going differently.

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you."

"Hell no. I will get this sorted out. I will come back for you."

"No, I'm coming with you."

"Angel?"

"Yes."

"Don't I always come back for you?"

"Yes.. but."

"No, buts. Listen, you have to trust me. I will come back for you, okay?"

You nod. But, your fear is he's going to leave you.

"Angel, don't look so sad. I wish I could take you with me. It's going to pain me to leave you."

"Well let me taste you for the last time."

"Of course, angel."

Christian releases from his arms, and you get down on your knees. You look up at him.

He strokes your face and looks at you in such a loving way.

You hold your hands behind your back and swirl your tongue around his dick until he's halfway in your mouth.

You hum your favorite song and move your mouth up and down his length. This could be the last time you taste him, so you want to savor the moment.

You close your eyes and move faster and hear him moan. You love hearing him vocalize his satisfaction for you.

"Go deeper for me, angel," Christian instructs you, and you have no problem following instructions.

You take him deeper into your mouth, and he cradles the back of your head. He's moving with you to the point where you two are rocking as one.

At this moment, you are breathing through your nose because you only want to please him. You live to serve him. You are hopelessly devoted to him.

"Fuck.. just like this," Christian groans. "Don't stop, angel. God, you're so beautiful like this."

"Mmmhm," you barely manage to say because you have your mouth full and wouldn't want to have it any other way. Tonight has to count and hold you over.

"No one else can suck me the way you do. You're so amazing, angel," Christian continues to praise you, which encourages you to keep going because you know he's so close.

"You want this nut don't you?"

You nod without missing a beat, and both of his hands are on the back of your head. He's practically fucking your throat at this point.

He cums down your throat, and you swallow all of it.

Christian pulls you up to kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you. As the kiss deepens, you can't help but run your fingers along your pussy only to find that it are dripping for him.

"Thank you for that amazing blow job, angel. You're always amazing."

"No problem."

Christian wraps his arms around you. "Mhmm.. I'm ready to feel all of you now. You want that, baby?"

"Yess.."

"How do you want me?"

"From behind.. like this." You turn around, place your hands against the shower wall, and arch your back.

Christian places his hand against your lower back and moves his dick along your entrance. "You know I love taking you from behind. Do you want me here or do you want back door."

"Here.. I want to feel you deep inside me. I prefer anal when I'm pegging you."

Christian kisses on the side of your neck. "I know baby.. next time when I come home. We can celebrate with pegging." He sucks on your neck and inches himself into you.

Feeling him inside of you feels like home. There's nothing like having him deep inside of you.

"You're so tight for me, angel," Christian whispers against your neck, kissing gently against the spot he just sucked on.

You moan out his name and enjoy him being inside of you again.

The feeling is euphoric, and you get lost in the moment of being one with your lover again. His hands cover and clasps with yours as he strokes into you.

You hope you celebrate with him, but you want to enjoy this moment. You arch your back a little more as he increases the pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. It feels too good. You deserve to experience this type of heaven on earth.

Christian holds you in place as he slows down with each backshot he gives you, and he reaches from behind and runs his hand down the front of your love nest. He moves to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesss, baby! I love when you rub my clit," you moan out.

"I know you do." Christian continues to rub it while you tighten around his dick. "My baby is close. Are you going to cum on my dick?"

"Mmhmm," you moan. But, at the point, you're already trembling from the combination of his teasing your clit and being buried inside you. The sensation is perfect. It's a feeling that never gets old. No matter how many times he gives you an orgasm, it always feels as good as the first time.

"So, be a good girl and cum for me."

"That's it.. baby. Cum on dick." He instructs you and talks you through it. You obey him easily. You release onto his dick. He's right there with you as he pumps into you until he cums inside you.

"Mmm.. thank you, baby," you say, trying to catch your breath.

"No, thank you angel. You were wonderful as always. I can't wait to celebrate with you when I come back."

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Part 2

[cococharm]

Hello, may I request something for DPR Ian where readers meet his friends?

I understand if you are busy or don't want to take this request 💕

Impressions

Pairing: DPR Ian x GN!reader Genre: Romance, Fluff Warnings: established relationships, Characters: Summary: Y/n meets Christian's friends for the first time. AN: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I decided to use their stage name instead of their real name, so people don't get confused.

I tugged nervously at the hem of my shirt as Christian led me into the dimly lit bar. The place had a intimate vibe, with warm lights casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and leather booths. I wasn't sure what to expect when he suggested a casual night out, but it wasn't this.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice low and soothing as he squeezed my hand.

"Yeah, just a little nervous," I admitted, giving him a small smile. "It's not every day I meet your friends."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we weaved through the crowd. "You'll be fine. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

As we walked out of the bar hand in hand, I felt a renewed sense of belonging. Christian had opened up another part of his world to me, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—right by his side.

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Exploring the art of made and merely roleplaying of DPR Ian known as Christian Yu – a realm where imagination has no limits. Let's address an important disclaimer: this space is for everyone to express their creativity without fear of judgment. With that in mind, prepare yourself to embark on a journey filled with adventure, intrigue, and endless possibilities.

Born in September 1990, he became known as the Virgo Man. Possessing multiple brilliant talents, he epitomized talent and visual appeal simultaneously. He was the driving force behind Dream Perfect Regime, aiming to create music with a message for those who need it and to inspire new hope. Known by many names such as Barom, Christian, and DPR Ian, he is a true rockstar.

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Pose For Me

Ian as the subject of your art (M)

Every year, you try a new hobby to have an outlet for your creative pursuits. You see enough videos and posts about something and then you’ll find yourself itching to try them. Since then, you’ve tried calligraphy, watercolor painting, and pottery, which you still do from time to time. Your latest obsession is sketching, and you didn’t see much progress learning it by yourself and you scoured the internet, looking for lessons that’ll fit your schedule.

The classes you’re taking are on weekend afternoons. It started easy enough, drawing an apple, drawing a basket full of fruits, to a vase of flowers. The instructor eventually moved the classes outdoors when the weather was warm enough and soon you were sketching fountains and trees in parks, to sitting across the road to draw buildings and landmarks.

One day, one of your classmates asks if you’ll be drawing people, in the nude or otherwise. The instructor said yes, you’ll do it soon once the models are available and that the class will have to practice drawing other things in the meantime.

A few weeks later, a model became available for a sit-in session. Drawing the human body was one of the hardest things you had to draw. You had some trouble capturing the curves of the body and placing shadows and highlights to give depth to your sketch. You needed to practice and you knew just exactly who your model could be.

You came home to an empty apartment after your class that Sunday night. You knew exactly where else your boyfriend would be and you immediately leave your apartment and stopped by somewhere to pick up dinner before heading to the DPR studio.

Ian was standing in front of the computer, humming a tune as he writes down lyrics to a song he was working on when you entered the studio. He didn’t notice you come in, and you stood there watching him, mesmerized at how the music poured out of him.

He eventually notices you after a few minutes and puts the headphones down. “How long have you been there?” he asks and walks toward you, wrapping his arms across your waist.

“Maybe two? Three minutes? I didn’t want to disrupt your flow. Hungry?” you asked and raised both arms carrying bags of food.

You bring the food to the table and the two of you eat dinner on the sofa. You tell Ian how you struggled over your classes this weekend, and that you needed practice.

“Can I practice drawing you?”

“I don’t have time to pose for you right now, babe. I’ve deadlines to meet…” he trailed off.

“You don’t have to pose for me, not right now anyway. I can practice drawing you as you work so you don’t miss your deadlines,” you bargained.

He sees how passionate you are about your current hobby and he couldn’t say no to that. “Alright,” he agrees and presses a kiss on your forehead and you beam at him.

Every night of the following week, you head straight to the DPR studio with dinner to practice drawing Ian. You stay in the background, making sure not to bother him, which gives you the chance to study his features that you know well and love and how the different light sources hit them and the shadows they cast. You take a break when he does because the subject is beside you on the sofa, cuddling you. Being in the studio also helps you make sure that Ian gets enough rest as you have to sometimes literally drag him home when he gets too tired or works til late.

The weekend arrives and despite the practice, you still weren’t satisfied with your output. You trudge home, looking forward to sleeping in your bed.

The lights are on when you open your apartment, which only means one thing…

“You’re home!” you screamed as you throw yourself to Ian, wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs across his waist.

“How was your class?” he asks as he carries you to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“Ugh,” you groan, burying your head in his chest, “I think there’s some improvement but I just can’t translate what I envision in my head into paper.”

He strokes your hair to soothe you. “I know how that feels. It’s the same when I make videos. I know how I can make you feel better, though.”

You look up at him curiously, and your stomach growls.

“Exactly! I’m gonna cook your favorite pasta,” he declares, knowing that eating good food puts you in a better mood.

Showering is another thing that lifts your mood and you did that as Ian cooks. You took your time, letting the water wash away your stress. You use your favorite vanilla-scented products and you emerge from the bathroom smelling like a baked treat.

It took you forty-five minutes to shower which gave Ian enough time not to just cook dinner, but even to set up the table with some candles and flowers, and to pop open a bottle of wine.

After dinner, you unwind further by watching a movie while cuddling in bed. Ian notices that you’re not paying attention to what you’re watching. “I can sense your mind whirring, thinking of how you can improve your drawings. You should relax, babe. You’ve had a long day.”

He pushes himself to a sitting position and pulls you to sit as well and he starts rubbing your shoulders, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Hmm, go harder.”

“I didn’t know sketching has got you all tensed, babe.” He follows your request and he feels you relax as he unties the knots in your shoulder.

“Go lower,” you purred.

The way you request how you want Ian to massage you and the moans you let escape as he works your back turns him on. He continues to massage the muscles along your spine and he starts kissing your neck, sucking on the tender spot just beneath your earlobe causing you to whimper. As he reaches the bottom of your spine, he finds the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

He lays you down before moving on top of you, straddling your hips. He looks at you through hooded lids, his eyes scanning your body from your head to your hips. “You’re a work of art, love,” and he crashes his lips against yours.

Your hands get lost in his locks as his kisses become more fervent, licking your lips as he seeks entrance, teeth clashing against yours. He breaks contact to yank his shirt off before proceeding to trail down kisses along your neck and chest. He sucks on a breast, tugging on the nipple gently with his teeth, the action causing you to arch your back in pleasure, then doing the same with the other.

He stands and moves to kneel by the edge of the bed. Your heart starts to pound at what’s about to come. He hooks his hands beneath both your legs and pulls you closer to him. He starts to kiss the inside of one thigh from the knee going in, then the other thigh from the inside toward your knee, avoiding your core on purpose.

“Christian, please,” you rasped. He loves to tease you and he knows just how much you hate to beg.

“Surrendering already?” he smirks, earning a glare from you.

Seeing that you’re not in a mood to play games right now, he proceeds to strip himself of all clothing, enjoying how you look as you take in the sight of him, then slides your underwear off of your legs.

He sinks to his knees again and pushes your legs wide and proceeds to lick your entrance, drinking up the juices that have pooled there. He starts lapping at your clit, your hips bucking and your breath hitching, your body completely surrendering to his actions.

“Christian, fuu—,” you groaned, your voice cutting off when he inserted a finger inside you, pumping it slowly in contrast to the movement of his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, fists grasping the sheets beneath you in response to his movements.

“Fuck you?” he asks, giving your clit a break but his finger continues the stimulation.

You nod, unable to find your voice.

He withdrew his finger and stood. Before he can take you all the way, you sit up, your face level with his hips, and you start to trail kisses across his hips, your palms lightly grazing the back of his thighs. You trail kisses along his shaft before taking him in your hand, your thumb tracing lazy circles along his glans.

“Jesus, y/n,” he seethed. He hates being teased just as much as you do.

You glance at him and it’s your turn to smirk at him, “It’s called revenge, love.”

“I barely teas–,” his argument cut off when you sucked on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his entire length in your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips.

You release him slowly and you wrap a hand around his shaft, sucking and pumping him simultaneously.

“Damn that feels so good y/n,” he grunts, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep him steady as you increase your pace.

You release him, aching to have him inside of you. You move up further into bed and he follows you. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on before slowly plunging himself into you.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he breathes.

He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length. He cups your face and kisses you tenderly as he starts to thrust at a steady rhythm.

He braces his arms beside your head as his thrusts become more rapid. You know he’s near and you want to climax with him and you start to rub your clit. He hits the right spot and you start to feel the heat rising in your abdomen.

“Good god, Ian you make me feel so good! Don’t stop, I’m about to cum,” you choked.

Ian maintains his rapid rhythm sending you over the edge. You moan his name and arch your chest into him as you’re overcome with pleasure. Your name escapes his mouth at the same time and he collapses onto you, and he continues to ride you, slowing down his pace as you both tide over your orgasms.

He moves to the side and pulls you into a cuddle, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I hope you wake up inspired tomorrow,” he murmurs.

“That’s one hell of a way to cure my frustration,” you declare and you both laugh.

The next morning, you awaken to the sunlight streaming into your room. You check on Ian and see that he’s still asleep. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you suddenly had the urge to draw him. You get up silently so as not to wake him. You grab his shirt off the floor and put it on before grabbing your drawing supplies from the living room.

You prop a chair across him, making sure that where you’re sitting doesn’t obstruct the light hitting his sleeping figure. You prop your knees up to support the sketchbook and you start drawing.

He wakes up in the middle of your sketching.

“Good morning, babe. What are you doing?” he says sleepily.

“Don’t move! Actually, why don’t you rest your head on your left hand, bend your right knee up a little and let your right forearm drape across your stomach,” you instruct him.

“Oh, I’m posing for you now? First thing in the morning?”

“Yes! Pose for me, darling!” you squealed in a fake French accent, causing Ian to laugh.

He obeys and he poses for you even if he just woke up.

Ian poses for you patiently even if it takes you a while to finish your sketch but it’s a Sunday and you’ve all the time in the world. You go back to the bed to show him your work, telling him you’ve finally drawn something you’re proud of.

[baron-fromthebaronies]

...okay. :]

-Baron

Baron is on Riz's bed, seemingly asleep.

-Baron

Riz start of stares at him from the edge of the bed like a dog waiting for their owner to wake up so they can run in circles excitedly.

[bangtanstanst]

double trouble | mlist

COLLAB; @bangtanstanst & @jooneos GENRE; smut, fluff, humour, a dash of angst RATING; explicit PAIRING; jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook WORDCOUNT; currently 59k AU; tattoo parlour/flower shop!au, roommate!au, friends2lovers WARNINGS; explicit sex, porn with plot, swearing, light dom/sub themes, bicurious!jungkook, switch!jungkook, soft dom!christian, sub!reader, tequila is drunk, consensual tipsy sex, polyamory, unprotected but safe sex, brat!reader, bisexual!christian, hung!christian yu, jealousy, dirty talk, threesome (m/m/f), grinding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration (more warnings in individual chapters)

› SYNOPSIS; a bet with your roommate jungkook gets you in a world of trouble, though you’re not exactly complaining. after all, who wouldn’t love trouble when it comes in the form of the man, the myth, the legend; the tattoo artist across the street, christian motherfucking yu? › NOTE; this started with us just thirsting over christian yu and devolved into a smut collab. we regret nothing. also if you don’t know who christian yu is, my friend, go google him right now. › PLAYLIST › MASTERLISTS; jooneos | bangtanstanst 

— PROLOGUE

— CHAPTER ONE

— CHAPTER TWO

— CHAPTER THREE

— CHAPTER FOUR › coming soon.

— CHAPTER FIVE › coming soon.

— EPILOGUE › coming soon.

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[wheeooh]

A song of RM and DPR IAN would be so powerful and sexy. The collab of my dreams

[goeatsomelife]

Christian Yu SFW & NSFW headcanons:

GUYS who wrote me your requests, I saw them and I’m already working on some of them! if you have any ideas or request, please, send me them, i’m excited to write new pieces, so don’t be shy

that’s probably not all of my ideas, so, maybe, part 2?

Dating Christian Yu would include:

SFW 

At first sight you thought he was a bad boy, riding his big and shiny bike, smoking cigarettes seductively. You just couldn't tear your eyes from him, enjoying the view behind the grey smoke coming out of his mouth 

He is hypnotizing, making your face blush every time he occasionally glances at you with a smirk 

He thinks you are such a cutie, shy and sweet. Absolute opposite of him 

So he just unexpectedly for you both asks you out, your reaction adores him 

With time he opened up for you showing his cute and dorky side, realizing, that you are the person he was looking for

Oh good His cute smile makes you melt. The way he tilts his head when he chuckles 

He loves to make you smile, either it with sweet jokes or cute surprises 

He loves cuddling, being a big spoon. His warm hands wrapping you securely on a soft bed, he is squeezing you making you squint in his embrace 

He loves to cuddle and don't waste any possibility to wrap his hands around you 

Waiting in line to get your MacDonalds order? He is hugging you from behind, sweetly leaning his head on your shoulder and lazily kissing the corner of your mouth 

Talking to a neighbor? His hand already hugging your shoulders and lightly caressing your hand 

Kisses passionate and sloppy, always eager to get more. Lazy kisses before bed and in the morning 

He always supporting you in whatever you want to do 

He always encourages you to try new thing together 

Traveling in a Van? Hell yeah. You're renting a cozy van to travel around the country

Don’t forget about his bike

He always insisting to drive you to work/college/university in the morning and takes you home

Cold air blowing through your hair, your lips dry and teardrops falling from your eyes, but it always worth it

You hold onto him tight, leaning your head on his back

You are always around when he is making music 

"You are my muse Y/N," he is saying one day making you blush and hide under the covers. He will get you out of it anyway and will shower you with sloppy kisses 

Spending the night at the studio cuddling to sleep 

At first, he protects you from the troubles of his life but in the end, he trusts you with all of his problems 

He founds in you a best friend he ever wanted who really cares about him 

NSFW 

Most of the times even laziest cuddles turning into a heated make-out session 

His hands roaming all over your body squeezing your skin whatever he can 

Always calls you "Baby girl" holding your face with his fingers to make you turn all of your attention to him 

He loves to fuck you fully closed in his studio before or after the session. He always cumm faster only with the thought that someone can walk in 

He loves when you're riding him but most of the times he takes control 

You're dripping wet when he is pushing his finger into your mouth to make you suck on it, his rings make it even more arousing 

Sitting on his lap while he is finger fucking you 

He's not afraid to stimulate you under your skirt in the studio when his mates are around 

You couldn't resist desire so you ending up in the bathroom, he is fucking you on the counter 

You love teasing him showing off some of the sexiest parts of your body, that makes him go crazy 

He loves holding your face in his palms making you look at him, your beautiful eyes always make him remember how happy he is having you

[khh-and-kactors-reactions]

When he finds you wearing his favorite hoodie again.

[write-this-way-please]

Take One

Take One: Scene One [College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

“A problem? Yeah, you can say that” you pointed at the C on your review paper. You knew for a fact your film was better than a C, especially compared to some of your classmates. You’d always gone that extra mile. There was no reason in hell this should have been a C.

“I was going to go over that after class with you, I did think the review of your short film was a little on the harsher end but, I couldn’t argue with his reasoning's. He had very valid points”

You scoffed “Lack of personality that did nothing to compliment the overal ambiance of the film?” you quoted the notes on the paper.

“The wording wasn’t ideal but after another review, I had to agree with him. Your film was elegant and safe but-”

“Anyone could’ve directed it” Christian turned around to face you from the row in front of you. “A few generic cut scenes to some rivers, and trees blowing in the wind, accompanied by a monologue that would be best suited for some B rated young adult novel that doesn’t even make it to theaters”

“Excuse you?!” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Says the guy that literally can’t produce something without over saturated lights, and some basic trap filter that looks like a child doodled all over your film.”

“At least I have a style”

“And what’s that? Dark silhouettes, fog machines and excessive filters?”

“And your style is what? Slowmo street shots, coffee shops, and disconnected monologues? I felt like I was watchin the rejected footage of the next Amazon teen series.”

“I’m sorry and what’s the purpose of you using a steadicam if you’re literally going to throw these shaky ass, Blair Witch Project filters on all of your footage? It looks like your cameraman had a seizure”

“I’m sorry just how many times did you need to have the same tree shots looped in the video?”

“About as many times as you needed to have a black and white video and a random eye color edit, that looked like a cheesey effect from an early 2000’s music video.”

“Who do you even think you are?!”

“Your new editing partner” Professor Seo interjected with a smile. “You two are going to work together and edit your midterms into a collaborative project for the film festival.”

“Excuse me?!” you couldn’t help but give your professor a dumbfounded look.

“I’d rather we not” Christian groaned, raking his hand through his hair.

She raised her hands in the air “Hey you guys signed the syllabus, even though I did leave a note in there that said subject to change in regards to film festival participation”

“Fine” you huffed “Looks like I’ll need the film festival grade to replace this C” you said just loud enough to make sure Christian heard you.

“If you don’t like the C, don’t do C-grade material.”

“I wanna push him in front of a truck.” you crossed your arms over your chest, mumbling to yourself.

Your friend Dahye laughed to herself rubbing your back. “Down girl… Seriously, is this some sort of foreplay with you two?”

“I’m seriously gonna run him over.” you grumbled. “A couple times”

After class you found yourself in one of the empty work rooms, sitting on the desk, facing Christian. “I’d rather be home sleeping, but thanks to someone I’ve got to make a video for a festival I’m not prepared for.”

“Oh relax Princess. It’s not like we’re aiming for first place.” he took a puff of his vape.

“You’re not aiming for first place. I’m trying to get an A” you sighed looking at your notebook, trying to find at least one salvageable idea. You coughed shooing away the smoke. “And can you not do that indoors? Why do you always have to be such a fuck boy?”

“You love it” he chuckled placing both his arms on either side of your thighs, brushing up against your dress. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you removed his hand from your thigh.

“You still mad at me Babe?” he pouted, kissing the side of your mouth.

“Don’t kiss me Barom. You gave me a C you asshole.” you playfully shoved his chest away.

“Woah Barom?” he scoffed “What are you my mother?” he laughed. You only ever used his birth name when you were pissed. He placed his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. “Oh come on, I’m the asshole? You compared my film to an early 2000 music video without a steadicam” he laughed. “Also over edited and saturated? I felt like you were just sitting on that one, waiting to use it”

“You compared mine to a rejected young adult movie!”  

“Damn right I did. You’re really gonna argue that that was one of your better videos? I’ve seen you do better producing in your sleep.”

“Ouch Christian. I worked really hard on that film.”

“But it’s not to your usual standard. If I let you get away with half-assing something, I’ll never see the beautiful things you make when you actually try.”

You sighed, refusing to admit that he was right. Honestly, your thoughts on your work were lukewarm. You didn’t think it was C worthy, you just knew it wasn’t an A. You had a concept and kind of lost it halfway through. You couldn’t help but toss together an ending with some exposition.“I just...have writer's blocks...”

“Bullshit. You don’t have writer's block.” he set down his vape and tilted your chin to look down at him “You’re just afraid to put out something that other people don’t like. But here’s the thing Babe, it’s not about other people. All that matters is you like it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“That’s art.” he smirked pecking your lips. “Trust me, and just got with your gut. I’m giving you creative control on this one.” he smiled “I concede and you’re the director.”

“You hate giving up the director’s seat.” you sighed playing with the hair on his nape.

“But I love you more…” his voice was gentle as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’m here for you... I’ve seen your better work and you have an incredible instinct.” Seeing you relax and lean into his touch he smiled. “Besides you need this project wayyyyyy more than me” he chuckled “I got an A on my midterm.”

“I fucking hate you” you hit his chest, pouting. “I got a C because of you”

“It really is because I know you could do better” You’d met Christian over the summer during a visual editing course. There were only a handful of people willing to spend their summer taking a four-hour course two times a week and Christian was the one who caught your attention. His style drew you in, despite his striking difference in overall appreciated aesthetic.

One study date led to another. Soon enough both of you realized that studying was the furthest thing from your mind and fell into a rhythm of sorts. Dating naturally followed. Despite being together you were both very serious about your projects, opting to separate business and pleasure.

You’d given him feedback before on his work but never any sort of constructive criticism so being forced to work together under these conditions were pretty stressful. “It’s gonna be fine” Christian chuckled, smoothing down the furrow between your brows. “You need to relax to get the creative juices pumpin.”

“I’m not gonna drink before working.” you released a deep sigh.

“Luckily for you, I had another idea….” he smirked, laying you back on the desk, pulling you into a kiss. His lips molding over yours as he grinned against your mouth. “Mmmm...” 

“Christian...What if someone comes in?” Your hand slid down his strong shoulders to his chest, as you took a moment to catch your breath. Your lips still, grazing his as you looked at him with hooded eyes. 

“Then let’s give ‘em a show” he smirked, burying his face in your neck as his hands wandered lower, cupping your bottom. 

To be continued?

Send help I’m having Christian feels I usually try not to update the same person so close to a previous scenario but I really liked this one x_x If you like and want more from this series, let me know

Also, I’m in no way actually insulting Christian’s actual videos lol I love them, it was just for dialogue sake XD

[richrubies]

Love Languages (Christian Yu x Reader)

➳ genre: angst

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‘When did you stop?’

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The question was quiet, your tone so soft it was almost a whisper, though to Christian it was as if you’d howled, the loneliness undeniable.

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It was a simple question with a complicated answer.

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When did he stop?

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He couldn’t quite decide—to him there were many reasons; maybe it began with something as simple as finding you were hoarding his hoods, knowing he favoured them most.

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Or was it the way you always made too many portions of food that always went to waste, even when you knew how he felt about it.

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It could have even been the way you used to interrupt him at his desk, nagging him until he had no choice but to put everything on hold to entertain you.

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When did he stop?

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Was it after realising tha t your laugh had begun to grate his ears when it was once his favourite thing about you?

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When did he stop loving you?

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Christian ran a hand over his face and shook his head, not wanting to pick apart the small reasons that had snowballed into this moment, ‘I don’t know.’

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He watched as you nodded, the spark in your eye long gone. He had expected you to cry, but you remained valiant despite your eyes not meeting his.

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The cafe’s music was quiet though it filled the silence between you two as you gazed out to the street, your shoulders slumped and your arms crossing your chest as if it were what held you together.

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Christian nervously bit at his nails as he waited for you to react, to scream, to throw water at him and curse his bloodline, but it never came.

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Instead, you reached across the table and pulled his hand from his lips, chastising him softly; ‘Don’t, you’ll damage your skin again.’

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Christian pulled away as you continued, ‘I guess this is it, huh?’

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You didn’t say much as you stood and told him quietly, ‘I’ll go ahead and get my things from the apartment. It’ll take a few hours.’

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Christian’s chest tightened at your statement but he nodded in agreement. Before you walked away, you unexpectedly pressed your lips to his temple; it was swift and soft and oh so familiar—and then you were gone.

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Christian didn’t return to the apartment until midnight, wanting to give you as much space as possible, and give him time to process his ending of a 2 year relationship.

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The apartment was unusually cold when he walked in. Throwing his keys into the bowl, Christian headed for the bedroom, the strange feeling of sudden loneliness hitting him hard as he noted all of your bits and pieces that one laid around the house had disappeared.

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It’s for the best, Christian told himself, though he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly sad at the loss of his love. It was an unexpected emotion, having truly believed that he was happy with his decision.

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Searching the wardrobe, he noted that his hoodies that you’d claimed over the years were hanging among the rest of his clothes, hanging from one of the pockets was an envelope.

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It was so your style, never good with confrontation he had half assumed you would have left a letter instead; it was almost a relief to see he was right.

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Pulling on the hoodie, he noted it smelt of your perfume, familiar and homely. Opening the envelope, Christian took a seat on the edge of the bed and began to read;

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My Love,

Thank you for the 2 years. I know it couldn’t have been easy doing this. To be honest, I’ve been expecting this for a while now, and I’m tired of having to laugh through the pain of knowing it was coming. Even if you no longer feel the same, my heart has always been yours.

I know you’ve probably already come to terms with our break-up, but I’m still getting there; I think I will be for a while. Even so, please make sure to take care of yourself now that I can’t. There’s food in the fridge, ready for you to eat. I made enough for the week because I know you’ll probably throw yourself into your work and forget. You always do. Make sure you take regular breaks too—I won’t be there to remind you to rest, but please try.

Forever yours,

P.S. I’ve kept one of your hoods. As weird as it sounds, it smells of you and helps me to sleep when you’re not by my side. I guess that’s something I’ll have to start getting used to…but until then...

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He read the letter a third, fourth time, struggling to get past the blur of his forming tears. It was the first time Christian cried for you. Falling back on to the bed, he held the letter to his chest and mourned his loss, his heart aching for you who loved him despite it all.

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When did he stop loving you?

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Christian had begun to fear that perhaps he never did.

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[yoonia]

Chance Encounter | masterlist

⟶ Title | Chance Encounter

⟶ Summary | Sometimes your fangirling can cause you a lot of problems. Add alcohol and your clumsy thumb into the mix, followed by waking up to an accidental DM getting sent on Instagram, and your life changes forever. The entire mess leads you to an odd form of friendship with the man who you had always admired. But what happens when your two worlds collide, blurring the lines between reality and dreams? Will you be able to return to your real-life once this is over?

⟶ Prompt | Inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me sometime ago, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder.

⟶ Pairings | Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader

⟶ Genre | Teacher’s Aide!AU, College!AU, Fluff, Future Smut

⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

⟶ Status / Current word count / Total word count | ONGOING; latest update: chapter 6 (August 12th, 2023) — 59,130 words of n/a words

⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Music Playlist | Ko-fi

⟶ Cross post | AO3

⟶ Chapters

⇢ Chapter 01 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 02 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 03 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 04 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 05 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 06 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 07 ✎ (coming soon)

⟶ Music Companion | Alina Baraz - Pretty Thoughts (FKJ Remix) — DPR Ian - Ballroom Extravaganza — Anfa Rose - Tangier — benny maine - Bounce — Billie Eilish - Lovely (feat. Khalid) — Prismo - Pretty Stranger — blackbear - idfc — DPR Ian - So Beautiful — Eden Project - XO — dvsn - You Do — Chris Brown - Under The Influence — FKJ - Better Give U Up — DPR Ian - Nerves — July 7 - Talk To Me — Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still (Lido remix) — DPR Ian - Mood — Bjork - Jóga

Listen on Spotify

— © Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.

[tt-ddaugust]

𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝘿𝙖𝙮

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒀𝒖 ( DPR +ian / DPRian / DPR ian / Yu Barom )

Genre : fluff ( i think )

Words count : 1558

a/n : this work is inspired by song from Jonghyun. As you can see, i also use the title of the song as this work title. I recommend you to listen to the song while read this writing ☺️

P.s. this is my first time writing at tumblr. I'm not good at English either, tell me if there's anything wrong. Thank you, xoxo 🥰💚

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"I'm home," said Ian while he take off his shoes.

You turn off the stove, and walk towards him. 

"Welcome home," you smile and grab his jacket.

You notice there's no smile at his face. You know something is not right.

"Go wash yourself. I'll help rub your back," you push him to the bedroom, hang his jacket, and follow him to the bathroom.

You open the door to find out Ian sit inside the bathtub.

"You'll get a fever if you do that, you know?"

You sit beside the tub and start rubbing his back.

"Am i doing it wrong?" He asked suddenly.

"You what?"

"I always give my best, you know it. But i never happy with the result. I feel like a shit, I'm tired." Now he crying.

"Hey, face me,"

He face you with confused on his face.

You touch his cheek and look at him in the eye.

"Sometimes, it's okay to feel like a shit. It's okay to feel tired. You are human not a robot. All you need is a good sleep, a good food, then you will get a good mood. Trust me! Or maybe you need a beautiful smile so your day will be beautiful too," you give him a wide smile.

He finally smile, "Thank you."

"Now get up, wash yourself for the last time, put a shirt on, I'll prepare the dinner, okay?"

He nod. You smile and left him.

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You turn off the light and close the bathroom door. After dinner, Ian sleep immediately. You lay beside him, kiss his forehead and sleep.

Without you knowing, he wake up, softly touch your cheek and whisper "I promise I'll never leave you. I love you. So much." Kiss your forehead and hug you.