#christian yu imagine

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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. 

[kiestrokes]

Soft Hours: the autumnal special | SFW

The Vibe: a couple of autumn themed excursions.

Idol Casting: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

🗝️Note: a soft hour post means I don’t have to list all the typical shit: i.e. the warnings, the summary, the cross posting to ao3. It is a non-betaed post of just ✨ vibes ✨

🎃Christian Yu Laying on the couch trying to convince him to come settle down with you. He’s making all the snacks but all you want is that tattooed body covering you like a weighted blanket. You have no choice but to accompany him in the kitchen when he busts out the Halloween sugar cookies. “You can’t make those by themselves, they're gross.” Christian scratches his head looking at the box, “I think they’re fine?” You sigh and climb out of the nest you’d burrowed into on the sofa. “Come on, let me show you how the pros make them” he helps you smoosh chocolate chip cookies into the bottom of the pan, followed by a layer of Halloween creme Oreos. He holds the bowl as you scrape the brownie batter into the pan. He laughs when you lick the spatula and grabs your face, fingers slotting either of your ears to kiss this batter from the corners of your mouth. “Mmm, you’re right brown butter does make a difference.” You roll your eyes, but his affection and assistance have already baked about any residual annoyance under the heat of his sunny personality. Christian watches as you top the batter carefully with the ghost sugar cookies. He opens the oven, and you place them inside. “Slutty brownies, ghost face edition coming right up” Christian leans on the counter face lowering to yours “what makes them slutty?” “Because chocolate has to get with every candy on the shelf.” Christian laughs and is still laughing when he tugs your face to his for a more lingering kiss.

🦃Jeong Yunho It's friendsgiving, everyone has eaten their fill and ready to settle in for turkey naps. The Proposal is playing in the background, a sleepy Yunho jerks awake in his upright position near your feet. He eyes your legs before collapsing between them to snuggle up in a comfier position. You laugh and stroke his hair; he drags his cheek happily against your thigh like the golden retriever he is. Another friend covers him with a blanket, and you drift off to sleep together. Dreaming of Betty White and the vocals of Lil John & The East Side Boyz. When you wake Yunho is spread eagle on his back, draped across your body like a human blanket and your friends have taken numerous photos and tagged the two of you in instagram stories and tiktok edits. You laugh watching them, causing Yunho's still sleeping head to bounce on your stomach. He groggily rolls over and watches them with you, with sleep squinted eyes.

🍁Byun Baekhyun You don’t even bother knocking, you know he’s still tucked away in bed. Thats exactly where you find him. You let out a soft laugh, and he cracks one eye open as you place the two maple lattes and pumpkin breads on the nightstand. He lazily watches as you climb onto the bed next to him. Baekhyun reaches for you as soon as you get within distance. He tugs your face to his for a kiss before you have time to brace yourself or climb under the covers. “Good morning.” He mumbles against your lips, and you fumble to join him underneath the covers. Dozing between sips of coffee, bites of toasted bread and of course kisses in the cool autumnal sunrise that's filtering through the curtains.

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[riatheghoul]

The Summoning

Pairing: DPR IAN x Black Reader

Song: The Summoning By Sleep Token

Warnings: smut, p in v(not explicitly stated), lots of praise, use of pet names: baby, pretty girl, dear, darling(come on you know why😏) also sir for Ian, this is my first smut and I don’t think I ate this up y’all please give me feed back in the comments.

Word count: 2,312

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION AND ITS ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224

I heard my song. But it was in a different form or maybe even a different genre. Something about this time felt different. It felt like a spiritual awakening. And God that base it’s like it’s calling out to me, I need it. When my body finally relaxed on the ground below me, I realized I was on a stage and there were about 4 other people looking at me in awe.

“Wow that really worked!” the long-haired one’s mouth swung open. You looked around trying to get a feel of your surroundings before your eyes locked with his. Eyes that told a story and tattoos that illustrated it for the whole world to see. You can practically taste the sexual energy emulating off of him. I wonder that would happen if I- your thoughts were interrupted by the one with the undercut “so we kinda need your help” you stared at him “well were gonna need to hurry it up here because I have things to do” you commented “actually let me start with a few questions first before we get into the serious stuff yeah?” your voice smooth like silk. All of them nodded in agreement “ok” you began “so first I need names and things like that, then I need to know what position I’m supposed to be in so that it benefits all of you. From what I’ve observed you guys are a band and most band have a knack for gangbangs which I don’t mi-” your blabbering was cut short by the drummer “wait you think we want to fuck?!?!”

Your face was disdainful “well I’m a succubus which Is a demon that feeds off of sexual energy. Most people summon me because they want just that, sex” you explained. You hear a voice to the left of you “Fuuuuuuucccccck” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose “cream when you went the crazy witch lady what spell did you ask for” he questioned looking at undercut who now have noted it named cream. “Well, I asked her if she had a spell that could help us bring in an audience and she looked me up and down and handed me the song” he answered holding up his hand in defense. The short haired one let out a frustrated breath and turned to look at him out of habit “ok first things first we don’t want sex” you pouted at him hoping that he would change his mind, but he didn’t even look into your eyes. He continued “and as for names mine is Christian but everyone calls me Ian, the one with the sort of long hair is artic, the one on the keyboard is cream, and the silent one is live.” You nodded looking around at the four boys in front of you.

“I’m Vespera” you said still slightly confused on why they needed you, so, you asked. “Oh yeah sorry…” Gojo apologized “Can you play electric guitar?” he asked and you looked at him even more confused then you started. “Our electric guitarist split and we only summoned you so that you can replace him and attract people so, can you play?” he asked basically pleading with his eyes. You sighed snapping your fingers and an guitar appeared in your hands. You began to play, losing yourself in the music and before you knew it you guys were on in 5 minutes. You were just finishing your makeup for the show when Ian walked in. You looked up at him through the mirror smirking “how do I look?” you said with all of the innocence you could muster up and it seemed to work because he bit his lip. When he noticed what he was doing he snapped out of it “you look great” he coaxed. You pouted then tilled your head at him “just great?” you questioned he took in a deep breath “you look beautiful” he answered sincerely.

You got up walking over to him not realizing how short you were compared to him but here you were looking up at him while he looked down at you. You stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his neck “thank you” you whispered before you left the room to put your in ears on. After everyone gathered themselves you guys stepped on stage to perform. You used your temptation powers to get everyone’s attention as soon as you guys stepped out. When the song started you started playing and feeding off of the energy from the few people looking at you with hungry eyes in the crowd. The only person that you could think of was Ian. The way he looked at you. The way he bit his lip. The way his neck felt on your lips. You were staring and he noticed just in time for your shared solo. When you guys met in the middle of the stage to play together the tension was so thick it was suffocating. You wanted his so bad it made you sick. No one mortal or immortal has ever made you feel this way about them. As soon as the song was over you guys walked of stage and the crowd was screaming like the dead. That was the most fun you’d had in a long time.

After a few hours of celebration, the guys got into a taxi and started telling the driver where to go. The boys were in the middle of a tour, and they were staying at a hotel nearby. When you guys got there each of the boys were either to tired or to drunk to say good night. Everyone started walking down the hallway or rooms then you stop clearing your throat to get their attention. “Hey guys whose room am I sleeping in tonight?” you asked the boys looked around at each other. “I think Ian should do it he’s the one who lost tonight’s bet anyway” cream slurred Ian’s eyes widened “man fine” he grumbled leading the way to his suite. Once inside all you guys did was stare at each other for a while. You the realization that the tension never shifted after the show dawned upon you and before you knew it he was kissing you. The kiss was full of passion and something else that you could quite put your finger on. He pulled away from you to catch his breath “I’m sorry I should have-” you interrupted him “please don’t start that shit and kiss me or I swear I’ll-” now it was his turn to interrupt you he grabbed your throat pulling your body to his. You looked his deep into his eyes and tried to read his mind but there was nothing. I guess this is what Edward felt like with Bella- your time to think was short lived when you felt his lips met yours again. But it was only for a short time you whimpered no longer feeling his lips.

“God you’re so pretty baby” he praised you heart skipped a beat and all you could do was whine and pout. “Unh uh come here” he said lifting you as if you weighed nothing then placing you on the edge of the bed. He kissed your neck leaving a few hickeys here and there causing a few moans to slip out. He got down on his knees and rested his arms on either side of you as if it were to keep you trapped. “I’m gonna taste you please say yes” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You nodded your head and in return he shook his “no baby I need to hear you say it. I need your permission” something about him asking for your permission pulled at your heart strings. No one had ever ask for permission before but here he was making sure to have your full consent and god did it affect you. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties, practically dripping on to the bed sheets. “yes please~” you urged grabbing his hands and placing them at the waistband of the mini skirt you wore tonight “yes what pretty girl?” he asked as he kissed up your thighs never breaking the eye contact he had with you. “p-please sir~” you whispered but only loud enough for him to hear

“good girl~” he coed at you “lift your hips for me” he requests and you do as your told after your bottoms are off he sits there admiring your pussy. The way it clenched on the air around it. the way it glimmered in the light of the full moon outside. He just had have a taste. He dipped his head down between your thighs devouring you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to touch a woman. Every flick of his tongue felt like heaven and it just made your cries grow louder and louder. You hips bucked against him want more “that’s it baby ride my face” he instructed pulling you closer to him fucking his tongue into you in the process. “I’m gonna cum please I need to cum” you begged him through the moans that escaped your throat. He pulled away from you and grabbed your hands “don’t look away” he instructed. All you could do was nod then he went back to tongue fucking you. You held your head up holding eye contact with him It was only a matter of second before you came. It was all too much. The eye contact. Him holding your hands. Your eyes rolled in to the back of your head as you came down from your high squeezing his hands with all your might. “That was the first time that any mortal has ever made me cum that hard” you confessed as your breathing slowed. He got up half way and kissed you. You took that as a way of him claiming his victory and you. He pulled away standing up straight taking of his belt “I was going to make you suck me off but I need to be inside you now say yes” he said taking his pants off “yes fuck yes~” you sat up taking of top you wore and scooted yourself further on the bed. He followed sit in between as you and you basically started drooling looking at the tent in his boxers. “it’s ok baby” he reassured “Go ahead. Touch it” he almost dares you. You take it out yourself stroking it a few times just to add some more lubrication thought you don’t really need it. small groans fell from his lips and fuck he sounded so fucking sexy it throw you off your train of thought. “slide it inside you dear” he urged and you listened. He let out a noise that you’d kill to hear over and over and over again. Once he was finally all the way in he started to move.

In the beginning it was slow deep strokes you could practically feel him kissing your cervix. “Fuck please~” you moaned he shook his head at you “you have one more chance to correct yourself darling” he warned “please sir faster~” you begged. He picked up his pace fucking into you like a crazed man making sure to hit your spot as many times as possible. He grabbed your face ”I want you to ride me yeah?” he asked, you nodded your head vigorously. He turned over so you could stratal him putting his hands on your hips. You began bouncing up and down on him moving the fastest that you could in your sleepy state. “come on honey I thought guys fed off of sexual energy” he stated recalling the answer you gave to their earlier questions. “I do but I still need sleep what goes up must come down” you answered stopping your tempo “but I can use the last of my energy on you then take it back while I sleep” you offered he nodded at you “make it quick baby I need to cum” he quipped. You gathered all of the energy you got so far and began bouncing again and this time the amount of energy you posses is scary but you can handle it. “YES YES YES YES YES YES~” you chanted “that’s it baby keep going don’t stop” he groaned gripping your waist “I swear to god if you stop you won’t be cumming tonight do you understand me?” you nodded. “No please I need to come please let me come. I’m so close please tell you are too” he began fucking into you just to help “yes baby I am don’t fucking stop” you both kept going until you guys came at the same time. He pulled you down by your neck kissing you deeply “good job baby, now what do you say?” he asked while kissing your forehead softly regaining his breath “t-thank you sir” you answered “good girl come let’s get you cleaned up.” He said pulling out of which earned a whimper. He went to the bathroom after tucking Himself back into his boxers. When he go back a few minutes later he had a warm wet towel that he used to clean in between your legs.

After checking in on you and a shit tons worth of praise he laid down next to you holding you close to him fearing that any second you could leave and never come back. “since you a demon and all does that mean our deal is up and you have to go do other things or people?” you shook you head at him sleepily “no our deal isn’t up and even if it was I kinda like being in a band” he chucked half way asleep “good because your mine now”

A/N (before official post): i think yall are gonna like this

A/N (after official post): i worked really hard on this and its my longest x black reader as of right now please enjoy and comment, repost and all that fun stuff MY REQUEST ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT TO AND ALSO TO GET ON MY TAGLIST JUST LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD YOU ok enough yelling love ya byeeeeeee~

[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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[nirvanawrites111]

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

[retrievablememories]

one of these nights | dpr ian

word count: 1.1k warnings: kissing. and some suggestiveness/sexual tension. a/n: finally conjured something up. hooray for me breaking a nearly 10 year dry streak of never completing a single fic of this guy?

i'm finding that i'm in no mood to write anything explicit lately (cherry bomb wore me out ok), so this will probably not be what a lot of folks are looking for, but… this was written more for my own self-indulgence than anything else. 🤓 please don’t jump me about a part 2, i don't know whether there will be one or not

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"i'm tired," you say, crossing your arms and leaning your weight against the brick wall behind you. you blink slowly, trying to placate some of your exhaustion and rest your eyes. it's not the most comfortable resting spot, but it's all you have for now until you're back in your heated apartment and in your own bed.

"it should only take him a minute to find his wallet," christian reassures you as he settles himself on the wall opposite to you, knowing how eager you are to get back home. he can't blame you, as the long night is beginning to catch up to him, too.

"i can't believe he lost it in the first place; who the hell does that?" your friend had dashed back in the direction of the restaurant once you all had gotten halfway down the block and he realized he didn't have his wallet. now you are just waiting for him to find it and come back, having ducked into this alleyway to try to get some shelter away from the winter breeze. you wouldn't have gone anywhere near this dim, narrow alley if you were with anyone else, but you trust christian to keep you safe if anything happens. it feels unusual but comforting to be able to trust someone in that way.

christian chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "y'know, i think he was a little too preoccupied flirting with the waitress to keep track of it."

despite your tiredness, you break into giggles at the remembrance of your friend's corny attempts at flirting with lines that seemed to come straight from a poorly-rated romcom.

even after your laughter dies down, your insides pleasantly warmed by the amusement, christian's eyes stay on you—intently watching. when you realize this, you meet his gaze again with a question beginning to form on your lips.

your eyes only have seconds to remain interlocked with each other's before christian is stepping forward in one long stride, his body heat filling your space and his lips capturing yours.

it's completely unexpected. what's more unexpected is the flash of scalding heat that it sends through your body, and the quiet, surprised moan it pulls from you. his lips are warm and unaffected by the cold of the outdoors. strands of his hair tickle your face, and his nose presses against your cheek, the solid metal of his nose ring disrupting the soft touch of his skin on yours.

there are the ghosts of his hands—one at your hip and the other somewhere between the nape of your neck and the side of your jaw—but neither one fully makes contact with your body, just brushing by like he's decided he can't touch you or it might overwhelm him. his mouth parts, and there is the tip of his tongue gliding across the seam of your lips. you are just about to invite him inside, but then there is nothing more.

the kiss ends before you can fully get your bearings within it. christian separates from you and a trail of spit is the only thing left connecting you both, which breaks when he backs away.

"maybe i shouldn't have done that," he says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. "i'm sorry." you don't know what to say to that.

the unruly breeze is back, changing directions and flooding into the narrow alley, and it makes your lips even colder than they'd otherwise be from the new moisture on them. your entire nervous system feels like it's vibrating within your body—trembling with the desire for more. you want to cross those few feet of space and go to him, meld your bodies together, crush your lips against his, scratch your nails across his back over the smooth leather of his jacket.

you might even like it if he picked you up and pressed your back against that rough brick wall—if you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed his slender waist between your thighs—if you felt his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs while his tongue sunk into your mouth.

but your feet stay planted right where they are.

"sorry? you don't have to be sorry. but why did you do it?"

"i just wanted to—for a while now. that's pretty selfish of me, but...fuck." he flips a hand through his hair like he always does; he does it so frequently that sometimes it distracts you from the conversation at hand. in those moments, all you can really think about is the softness of his hair as it slides through your fingers, the few times you’ve touched it before.

now, all you can think about is grasping it more firmly and controlling his movements, bringing his mouth back to yours so you can taste him again.

lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip. the vibrating of your nerves intensifies.

"well, do it again. you could be selfish with me, christian."

there's an expectant pause as you both size each other up, a mutual understanding and desire developing in the silence. christian approaches you again, but slower this time, like he's trying to gauge if you're serious. in seconds, he's right in front of you and breathing your air and staring at you like he is hungry for something only you could give him.

quietly, you reiterate: “take whatever it is that you want. i want you to do that.”

“darling...” his voice sounds deceptively gentle, teasing even though he doesn’t mean for it to be. he whispers to you as if you’re a glass figurine that could disintegrate if he speaks too loudly, even as his tattooed hand presses against the brick beside your head, already enveloping you. leaning in, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and staying there, he says: “do you really want me to—”

"hey! i found it."

you abruptly turn away from christian, looking at your friend who's standing at the entrance of the alleyway and holding his wallet up with triumph. "what are you two doing?" your friend looks at you cluelessly, though realization immediately dawns on him with an embarrassed smile he tries to tamp down.

the moment is shattered; christian's expression breaks into an awkward smile that matches your friend's, and once again the space between you is wider than you'd like for it to be, his arm back at his side. "dude..."

you give a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, suddenly remembering how tired you are. "...nothing. let's go home."

[maxsix]

Details of DPR IAN | For GQ Taiwan (2024)

[jenoslutie]

can you PLEASE make a dpr Ian smut please I'm begging you on my knees 🥺🥺

I'm actually in love with man.

hello im sorry im so late LMFAO im a slow responder but heres a thought...

Christian would be an absolute menace in bed. Especially when you had been pissing him off infront of his friends the entire night. Although he was pissed, he let you play your game because he gets off to the thought of you all fucked out and just for him and he makes sure you know what its only him making you feel like that.

"You're so pretty all fucked out for me baby. All of this is mine right?" His words go right over your head. Your brain foggy and only focused on the feeling of his cock hitting all the right places inside you.

"Please daddy I'm so close I need it so bad" You knew that calling him daddy in this moment will likey get you what you need.

But Christian could only scoff at how wrong you were.

“Do you want to cum baby?” Christian laughed. he fucking laughed when you nodded your head, yes. “Too fucking bad” He scoffed and pulled out from your sopping wet cunt. Bringing his cock up to your lips to press his tip against your pursed lips. You refused to open your mouth. You always did this when he didnt give you what you wanted but this time Christian wasnt going to cave. He gave you a rough tug on you hair, not in the mood to say anything more to you, You winced at the contact and gave in, opening your mouth for his cock to enter. Immediately, he began fucking your face with no relent. The delicious feeling of him fucking your face was one that didnt last long as he holds your head in place against his inked up abdomen and lets out a loud, sinful moan before releasing deep in your throat.

While you swallowed his load and sat there in annoyance, Christian pulled your shorts up, back to their original position before walking away, confirming you weren't getting anything for the rest of the night.

"Maybe next time if you behave you'll actually get what you want, brat"

im sorry after peanut butter and tears i suddenly got motivated to finish this LMAO hehehe enjoy :P

[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 22: Corruption W/ DPR ian

Post Date: 22nd December 2022 Content: Smut - Christian Yu/ DPR ian x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Friends with benefits/ Corruption/ Fuckboy!Chris/ Inexperienced Reader/ Reader has vulva/ Princess/ Bondage (Rope)

Summary: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

Masterlist               Kinkmas Masterlist                     Prompt list

Another friend-holiday Christmas. 

Yet this time, it’s just you and Chris, as everyone is all coupled up and being sickly cute with their significant others. Leaving you and Chris to spend the date that was planned, alone together. 

This would be a totally innocent friend Christmas date. You're friends - yes, both single but nothing could ever possibly happen, right? 

What else better to do on the day than to watch Christmas films that you’ve both seen multiple times before, and try your absolute best to find another to watch that you haven’t seen. 

Regardless, none of the options were standing out for you both. 

"Fuck this," Chris sighs, throwing the controller onto the coffee table in front of you both after pressing play on a random Christmas film. 

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden frustration, making him side-eye you. Very unimpressed by your reaction to his outburst but that pearly white smile breaks free when he softens up, acknowledging that there was a little comedy to how he went about it. 

"So what have you done this week?" You break the ice first after staring into his eyes for a little longer than you expected to, almost getting lost in them as you try and hide your sudden attraction to your friend but this doesn't go a miss by him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just the usual, but I, unfortunately, won't see that girl again. She thinks I was weird for asking her to try something," Chris replies with the most nonchalant face ever. 

This was a regular occurrence and you have to be honest, you're never phased when he talks about his experience with girls but you were always curious how he manages to get around like that. 

Being relatively inexperienced yourself, you always wonder what it was like to have the chance to be laid by him. It was evident that your interest peaked, fully facing him as you rest your hands in your lap, being ready to fully listen to him whilst the TV plays in the background, "What was it?".

With wide eyes, Chris wasn't expecting you to ask that but is more than happy to share anyway, "I just wanted to try to see how things would pan out if I was in complete control, giving instructions and tying her to the bed. But I guess she wasn't into that stuff". 

With every single hair standing up on your body from the slight shyness you're feeling after hearing it, your core starts to ache for attention. 

Although, you try to keep yourself composed because you didn't know where you stand with him, "That sounds pretty fun, though!".

Your reply was to sound playful, but the more you look at him, the more you realise that you found yourself being sexually frustrated with him, practically a virgin wanting to be ruined by him.

"Oh yeah? I think it does, we should try it," The teasing in his voice makes your eyes widen to the size of plates as you swallow hard, heart racing until he finishes his sentence, "I'm only joking". 

Feeling slightly better but now you feel as though you missed your chance. 

It was now or never, make or break the moment as you gain a bit of confidence to get cheeky and playful, "I'm not joking though". 

He doesn't even react in a bad way at all, just a smirk extending on his face as he inches closer to you, closing the gap until he's practically hovering over you, "Are you sure you're not joking? Once we start, I don't think I could stop," Chris growls lightly, making you whimper at the sudden change in your friend. 

Despite how shy you were, you push through with your confidence, letting him guide you to his bedroom and wait for him to start giving you instructions, just as he'd want.

But not before his lips attach to yours, biting on your bottom lip that gets caught between his teeth and his tongue swipes against yours. 

The way he kisses you makes you feel like you're on cloud 9, never would've imagined for it to feel that good but you're in store for the rest. 

With gradual movement, his hands slip under your shirt and swiftly removes it from your body. 

Remembering what he wants to try, he stops in his tracks as he leans back on his heels, eyes like a predator on you as the smirk just grows even bigger, "Take your clothes off, real slow for me princess". 

Doing as you're instructed to do, you can't help but get even hotter to the touch, with slight hesitance in your actions as you remove the items of clothing off of your body, playing them on the floor whilst you await further instructions. 

"Turn around, face down and ass up with your hands behind your back, let me see you like that," He growls in a whisper so seductively into your ears, nipping at it before letting you move your body around. 

Tying your wrists behind your back and connecting them to your ankles, you hiss at the tightness of the rope, whimpering when he only tightens them a little more and gives your ass a huge smack.

"Look at you, innocent inexperienced you getting tied up. Never thought I'd see the day," He quips, the cocky and teasing voice in full swing as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again, "You're all mine now, princess". 

"Let's see how much of me can you take, huh?" He continues, making you whimper and beg for him to do something with you other than tease you. 

But in reality, that just adds more fuel to the fire, making him want to drag this out as long as possible to see how badly you break for him.You sure are innocent, and he knows that. 

He knows the very little experience you have, but by god does he want to ruin that innocence that for some reason, you've always tried to hold on to until now? And now, you're never going to want anything, or anyone else. 

~

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[badaleesbish]

I have been literally so obsessed with DPR IAN lately. He is sooooooo fucking talented, OMG!!! He is so fascinating and creative, like the way his brain works makes me want to crawl into his head and just sit there. I love how he is so open about his disorder and doesn't let it take over him. He uses it to make BEAUTIFUL art and allows himself to be a help to Dreamers that may be going the same thing or something similar. I just love this man!!

[seokstrivia]

Written In Pages

Summary: Sometimes, it’s for the best, 

Work!AU | KHH M.List | Word count: 2.4K

Boss Christian Yu x Writer Reader - angst, old feelings, exes, new love vs old love, drama(?)

After slamming your laptop shut for the umpteenth time, you groaned in irritation and took the last sip of your wine.

Your dream job was to write articles for a magazine, specifically inspiring stories about everyday life situations. You disliked writing about new cafes and hotspots to visit in Seoul, South Korea on a hot summer day. Your boss, Christian Yu, was someone you despised.

You let out a sigh as you leaned back on your couch, feeling exhausted from working for long hours and staring at a bright screen. Despite the fatigue, you were able to enjoy the peacefulness of your apartment which was quietly enveloped by the sound of light rain tapping against the tall windows that offered a view of the brightly lit city at night. The cityscape was a sight to behold, with buildings and cars stretching out as far as the eye could see, and you found it captivating.

It felt surreal.

You struggled with the idea of writing this article for a while, but now, as it is almost 3 am, you just want to finish it and move on, without having to worry about it anymore.

You worked tirelessly on your article all night, only the clicking of your keyboard keeping you company. As the sky began to lighten just before 5 am, you finally completed your 12th and hopefully final draft. After sending it to your boss, you collapsed into your bed, exhausted.

—>

“Wow, you look like shit.”

“Shut up, Dabin,” you scowled while you pointed a pen at him, almost as if threatening to hurt him if he said another word. “I was up late working on an article.”

“Again?”

As you nodded your head, a yawn escaped your lips, but Dabin didn't seem too impressed. He was aware of your writing skills, and he knew that Ian, his best friend, also recognized your talent. Despite this, Ian never allowed you to demonstrate your best writing abilities.

It annoyed him.

“Do you want me to speak to...“

“No,” you cut him off knowing exactly what he was going to ask. It was his favourite question. “It’s fine.”

Dabin suspiciously leaned over you, face a lot closer than you were comfortable with, and stared into your eyes as if they had a different answer to the one you’d given him.

It made you laugh.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you genuinely smiled as you pushed his face away from yours.

The two of you discussed where to go for lunch and what you were in the mood for, which varied daily.

“Y/N, can I see you in my office?”

The sudden voice behind you caused you to drop the smile on your face. You quickly locked eyes with Dabin before shifting to see your boss standing behind you.

Ian didn't give you time to respond to his question since he was already on his way back to his office. His strides were long and swift as you hurriedly followed behind.

A sigh escaped your lips as you thought about all the terrible things he might say about the draft you sent just a few hours ago.

Christian's office exuded a sense of sophistication and elegance with its predominantly black theme. The black furniture and décor complemented the black walls, creating a sleek and modern atmosphere. The aesthetic aligned perfectly with Christian's personal style, which is characterized by his sharp black suits, crisp white shirts, and multiple decorated tattoos. Overall, the office was a reflection of Christian's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

There’s no denying that he was a handsome man. 

“Do you enjoy working here?”

His voice was firm and almost intimidating, but it was nothing that you weren't accustomed to.

“Ye—“

“Answer me honestly,” he interrupted.

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as he once again failed to listen.

It was annoying. 

You gazed out of the window, avoiding eye contact as the rain poured heavily over the city. It was ironic that you had just written an article on what to do on a hot summer day.

“Y/N—“

"Ian," you sighed, interrupting him as he had interrupted you earlier. "I don't hate working here, and I want you to know that. I genuinely enjoy the people and the work that I do. But it feels like you never give me a fair chance to show you how good I am, or how much I love being here."

As you stood up, your eyes met Christian's dark and mysterious ones. You never really understood him, as he always kept his distance. Even when you were dating, he never let you get too close.

His eyes reminded you of the heartbreak you felt when he told you he needed to focus on work and being a boss. There was no sadness or remorse in his expression. He was emotionless.

You subconsciously took a step back as he took one towards you, both caught off guard. You were afraid of falling for him again, especially after the pain he had caused you.

“I think maybe I should find another company to write for.”

“No.”

“Ian—“

“Y/N,” his voice was stern. Cold. “I said no.”

A deep chuckle reverberated in his office. You stepped back and crossed your arms, "It's not up to you. I can do what I want."

He knew you were right, but he didn't want you to leave. He had already given you up once.

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"Will you stay if I let you write your own story?" he asked, trying to offer a bribe.

"Why?" you questioned him, catching him off guard. He had hoped that you would just say yes and leave it at that.

There was an uncomfortable silence as he stood his ground, looking at you intently, but he didn't offer an explanation.

He was being stubborn.

After a while, you looked away from him and said, "I'll stay. See you around, Mr. Yu."

Christian watched as you left his office. He let you walk away.

Again.

—>

It was another late night in the office. Ian had finally given you the green light to write your own story - something exciting, new, and inspiring. However, you were struggling to come up with an idea. You didn't have any unique experiences to discuss, except for your own heartache and the pain you had gone through, along with the emotions you had felt.

It had been more than a year since Ian had broken up with you. Now, you were in a much better place emotionally, and seeing him around the office didn't hurt as much as it did when the wound was still fresh.

Your experience of getting over a breakup could serve as a source of inspiration for many individuals out there who may be going through the same thing. You could write about how you coped with the situation and be honest in your narrative. The idea is to make your readers relate to you and feel that they are not alone in the world and that going through a breakup is a common experience that everyone faces at least once in their lifetime.

As you were lost in thought, a voice interrupted you, asking "How are you getting on?"

You glanced up to see Dabin holding a box of fried chicken and a pack of four beers. You couldn't help but smile as your stomach growled in hunger. You were grateful for your best friend's arrival.

"Thank god for you," you exclaimed, feeling much better now. "I'm starving."

The two of you were quick to get settled into the couches in the staff room; away from computers and cubicles and depressing grey walls.

"This is delicious," you moaned as you took another bite.

Dabin laughed in return, "I'm glad I can help during times like this."

Dabin was a really good friend.

"So, how's your writing coming along?" He asked.

"Fine."

Nodding his head, he asked, "what's it about?"

You took a sip of your drink before turning to face Dabin. It was obvious what he was doing.

"You can let Ian know the article's content will be revealed in my final draft, okay?"

"How did you know I was asking for him?"

You lay back on the couch, sighing as your eyes stared at the plain white ceiling. Dabin followed suit, resting his shoulder neatly against yours.

It was quiet.

There was nobody else in the building except for the two of you. Normally, nobody stayed back late. However, you enjoyed staying late because of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere. The lights would turn off automatically on a timer, leaving you with a breath-taking view of Seoul from above.

Being on the top floor definitely had its perks.

"He didn't want to end things with you, but he had no choice. He misses you," Dabin finally spoke.

You avoided eye contact and stated, "Everyone has a choice."

You were in a three-year relationship with Ian before he broke up with you. As time went on, your love for him grew stronger and you were convinced that he was the one.

But no.

On a frigid winter night, he arrived at your doorstep and broke up with you. Declaring that his work was his priority and that he wanted to become a boss his father could be proud of.

So, he married his job instead.

It was a horrible experience that left you feeling utterly shattered. A heavy weight seemed to sit on your chest, and no matter what you did, you couldn't shake off the feeling. You cried yourself to sleep that night, and dealing with the aftermath was so difficult that you had to take a month off work. Seeing him again was too much to bear after feeling so broken.

"I thought he was the one, Dabin," you expressed. "But after he broke up with me, I realized that I didn't really know him. He never let me get close to him, and he never opened up to me. I was blindly in love."

Dabin looked at you with sad eyes; it was the first time you had openly talked about your breakup.

->

Saturdays were your favourite day of the week. You could sleep in as long as your stomach allowed before getting too hungry. You didn't have anything on your to-do list. It was a day just for you to relax, unwind, and not think about anything or anyone for that matter.

However, on this particular Saturday, instead of being awakened by hunger, you were awakened by the doorbell.

You were confused as to who was turning up at your apartment this early on a Saturday. You quickly got out of bed, grabbed your slippers and dressing gown and headed to the door.

You didn't think to look through the peephole before opening the door.

"Hey."

His voice was deep.

"What are you doing here?" You blurted out before thinking.

Ian.

He ran his hand through his hair.

Then sighed. Deeply.

"Can we talk?"

You stared at him, completely gobsmacked. What the hell was he doing here?

"Ian, please go home," you declared, your voice quavering. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

He didn't allow you to close the door as he barged in and let it slam shut behind him.

"Please," he begged.

You witnessed an unusual display of emotion in his gaze, something completely foreign to you in all the time you'd known him.

This was new, and you were in shock. It was so unlike him to do this.

"There's nothing to talk about," you declared, finally breaking the silence.

Ian sighed again, except this time, he sounded annoyed, "just give me five minutes of your time. Please."

Upon not wanting to argue, you silently nodded and sat on your couch, wondering what he wanted to discuss.

"Dabin spoke to me," he began. "He told me about how I made you feel."

"Okay? And?"

"Do you hate me?"

You scoffed. Was he serious? This is what he wanted to ask you?

"No, Ian. I don't hate you," you said honestly. "But I don't like you either."

He rolled his eyes, and you smiled smugly.

"Ian, please get to the point," you stated, your annoyance palpable. He was ruining your favourite day of the week.

"If I proposed, would you have married me?" Ian asked as he sat next to you on the couch.

The shock in your eyes didn't go unnoticed.

You let out a nervous chuckle and moved away from him. He was sitting too close to you, which made you feel uneasy. It had been a year since the two of you had been this close to each other, and you didn't like it.

"Ian, we're not a good match-"

"But would you have said yes?"

As you felt your heart beating harder against your chest, you began to feel nauseous and the sensation of wanting to throw up arose.

Why was he asking you this all of a sudden?

"Y/N, would you have said-"

"Shut up!" you snapped, taking a few steps back as you stood up. "You always have to have your own way, win arguments- even need to get the last word in. God forbid anyone says anything to you."

You were pacing the room, but he was listening for once.

He was actually listening.

"We were together for three years, I loved you unconditionally and fell more in love with you every day. It wasn't until you broke up with me that I realised I'd been dating a fucking rock."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry" he apologised as he stood up.

"Save it," you sighed.

His eyes searched yours, seeking answers, searching for any sign of love.

"I would have said yes. Of course, I would've" you told him honestly. His lips curved into a smile, but faltered when you added, "but not now."

He didn't say anything except, 'sorry' before leaving, making sure to slam the door shut behind him. Except this time, he was the one who was walking away and you were the one who let him.

That night you decided to quit your job, there was no way that it was healthy for either of you to go on like this.

He didn't question it this time or stop you, he didn't even look at you. Your words had hurt him just like he'd hurt you. This wasn't what you wanted, but realistically what else could you do?

It just wasn't written in pages for you two to be together.

And maybe, that was okay.

->

A/N Pls go easy on me with this, its my first time writing since being on my long ass hiatus, but I hope you still enjoyed <3 xoxo

[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Break from Reality 2 - C.YU

Pairing: Mr. Insanity X afab! reader

Genre: chaos & fantasy

Warning(s): some violence, bizarre imagery, mr. insanity has a god complex, mito is mentioned

A/N: Finally giving the people what they want since I saw a good handful of people enjoyed it, which makes me happy 🤍

A/N: Based on “So I Danced” MV so watch it if you don’t get the reference and if you haven’t read Part. 1

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be god today.

“Where did you even get this old thing?” You look at the very outdated 1968 Cadillac that he somehow “found”, the tan coloring chipping into a tin gray.

“Hey! Don’t insult her like that! She still works” Ian defended, blowing the remaining dust off the hood of the car.

“Where are we even going?”

“Emerald city. I have important business there and you’re gonna help me!” he beamed, startling you once more.

“Help you with what? I don’t even know you!”

“Exactly which is why it’ll work! He doesn’t know you so you would be a good distraction”

“He? Who the h-” “Heads up!” he tosses you a brown sack, which you nearly dropped because it was unexpectedly heavy. You look inside the sack, seeing a pair of black heels, pearls, and dark cloth.

“And what am I supposed to do with this? I’m not putting this on”

“Oh but you will” he tilts his head, his smile not dropping in the slightest.

“No I do-” you suddenly feel something cut off your airways, stopping your sentence as you try to breathe.

“Now what was that~? You’re in my world little one so you’re going to do as I say, got that?” he grins sadistically. You were on the verge of blacking out then you felt the pressure release, waves of air filling up your lungs, knocking you to your knees as you violently cough, your body readjusting.

“Now let’s get going!”

♟️

You both were now in the old-timey car, riding alongside the dirt road for god knows how long, finally getting on the road to Emerald City. You were not at all happy. You were in the passenger seat, sitting in a black satin dress with matching heels and pearls the same size as jawbreakers. He didn’t even tell you what the so-called “business” was. You were trying to think of conclusions that would make sense but anything was possible in this world, he’s magic after all. You see Ian in the corner of your eye. His eyes were on the road, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against the steering wheel to an imaginary beat in his strange mind but you were a quite confused yet worried because his face was resting, his cheeky smile that was imprinted on his lips wasn’t present, replaced with a blank expression. It felt.. Weird but you kept your lips sealed, silently thanking God that he didn’t talk your head off on the way there.

Your eyes begin to droop from exhaustion, having no way to tell what time it was in this place. Just as you begin to drift away, hoping to escape this vivid nightmare-

“We’re here~” Ian sings, his maniacal grin appearing back on his face. Your eyes shoot up, seeing an upcoming “Welcome to Emerald City!” sign ahead. You look outside the window, admiring the liveness of the city. The buildings were tall and flashy, hued with many shades of green from mint to the color of basil leaves. As you viewed the scenery, you saw a golden statue of a man up ahead. The man was dressed in a suit with a fedora, the hat covering his face as he was posed in a sitting position.

“Is that the mayor of this town?” You asked, not familiar with the man. Ian went quiet…

Too quiet.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?” You turn your head back to him, trying to figure out what was his problem but you were taken aback by his new appearance. His tan skin was now paler, his comically big eyes shrunk, his once lengthy black hair was now cut into a blonde pixie cut. His lips were tainted raspberry blue and he was wearing a lime green suit with mulberry polka dots.

What the fuck..

[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

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[bangtanstanst]

double trouble | 0

WRITERS; @jooneos @bangtanstanst​ GENRE; fluff RATING; teens & up (applies to this chapter alone) PAIRING; platonic jeon jungkook/f!reader (for now👀) WORDCOUNT; 2′030 AU; tattoo parlour!au, roommate!au, flower shop!au WARNINGS; swearing, pining, tattooed!jungkook, jungkook’s nipples are pierced so yOU KNOW

› 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; oof here we gooo!!! we’ve been dying to share this for MONTHS, hope you guys enjoy it!!! › DISCLAIMER; the prologue is the only sfw chapter in this series!!! the rest is all going to be explicit so beware!!! › MASTERLISTS; series | jooneos | bangtanstanst

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“I think that’s the last one!” Jungkook says from the threshold of your new apartment, a little out of breath. He groans and heaves the last box out of the hallway. The muscles in his arms shift, pulling at the tattoos that ink his body. You exhale shakily, dragging your eyes away from him, and you pointedly stare at the box you’re carrying to your designated bedroom. You very nearly trip over your carpet in your distracted state, yelping as you catch yourself, just barely. Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your back and makes your shirt cling to your body. You wiggle around to try to make it come loose as you walk on, huffing when it doesn’t work. You dump the hefty box of books on your mattress and walk back to the living room, carefully avoiding the treacherous rug as you go.

Bright white walls reflect the soft November sunlight that filters through the windows and warms the light wooden floor under your bare feet. Jungkook stands in the middle of the living room, looking over a sea of cardboard boxes. His eyebrows are pulled into a deep frown, a few strands of curly hair have escaped the makeshift bun he’s pulled his hair into. 

“Twenty-two, twenty-three… Yeah, that’s all of them,” he says, relief palpable in his voice. He clears a couple of things from the IKEA couch, one of the only currently unpacked pieces of furniture, and makes room for you and him to sit on. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you wheeze as you sink into the fabric of your oh-so-beloved couch. It dips when Jungkook plops himself onto it next to you.

“The stairs really take it out of ya,” he says, panting heavily.

You groan in reply. “The one downside to living on the top floor, I guess,” you mutter under your breath. You shuffle on the couch until your head rests on Jungkook’s shoulder. His arm wraps around you in a nearly instinctive motion, something you’ve grown accustomed to over the past four years of living together. His bicep shifts as you adjust yourself on his shoulder and you smother the wave of decidedly-not-platonic-affection that runs in shivers down your arms. 

“By the way, we share a wall now, that means no three AM workouts,” you warn, twisting your neck to look at him.

“Why not?” Jungkook pouts at you, his pink lips purse cutely as he looks at you with big puppy eyes. Honestly, it’s unfair; he’s not supposed to be cute and sexy. There’s got to be a rule against that somewhere, no?

“I don’t want to hear you grunting and moaning in the middle of the fucking night, that’s why,” you grumble and shove his shoulder.

“Psh, you love my grunting moans,” he jokes and you jab his chest in retaliation, ignoring the faint pulling pain in your muscles. His white shirt clings to the ridges of his stomach as he breathes hard, still recovering from the countless trips up and down the seven flights of stairs. Long dark curls fall artfully into his face and cling to his temples, sweat beads on the column of his neck and the silver barbells that pierce his nipples stick out against the soaked fabric of his shirt. You’re reminded again just how unfair the entire situation is, how he looks so effortlessly handsome when you’re sure you look like an absolute wreck.

You let your eyes run across the sharp cut of his jaw, getting stuck momentarily on his soft looking lips. Stop that, you admonish yourself. You avert your eyes quickly, looking at your lap as your cheeks heat embarrassingly. “Ugh, gross,” you joke instead, tucking away the warm feeling Jungkook gives you every damn time you look into his stupid, sparkling eyes. He grins at you and your heart skips a beat. Stupid crush. 

A familiar, comfortable silence stretches between you and you pick at a growing blister on your palm. Jungkook shifts on the couch, his thighs strain against the ripped material of his jeans and you carefully avoid looking anywhere near him. Your gaze trails over the sea of moving boxes and moves over the naked walls of your apartment instead. Keep it together, you tell yourself. You’ve been friends with him for forever, you can’t let your crush on him ruin everything. Besides, it’s not like someone like him would go for someone like you anyways. 

“Can’t believe we did it,” he mutters and stretches his legs out, your eyes involuntarily flicker over to watch the movement. Inked details shift underneath the ripped knees of his jeans and you gulp heavily. His head falls back against the couch cushion as he lets out a content sigh.

“Yeah,” you agree, a little dazed as you try not to stare at the column of Jungkook’s throat, it moves in soft bobbing motions as his breathing slows gradually. You drag your eyes away from him and look around your new apartment instead. The couch looks out onto large windows and beyond, the small university city you both decided to stay in after graduating spreads out before your eyes. Bare trees and smoking chimneys sprawl out as far as the eye can see. You sigh, letting your eyes run over the landscape. It’s only eleven am, the light is still soft in its wintery glow and frost shines like jewels on the rooftops. You prop your feet on the still unpacked coffee table; the heavy boxes make for a decent footrest. The piles of packed furniture call back your attention and you look around the room. To your left, directly across from your room, is the small, open kitchen with an island that spills into the living room. You sigh happily; it’ll be a great place once you’re all moved in.

You tick ‘carry boxes up’ off your mental priority list and go over what else you need to do today, groaning when you remember the next, admittedly pressing item on that list. “Oh fuck, we haven’t gone grocery shopping yet,” you say, somewhat dreading having to get up from the comfort of the couch. As if moving out of your old flat and transporting all the boxes and furniture in Jungkook’s beat-up old car wasn’t exhausting enough.

Jungkook whines and rests his cheek on top of your head. “My arms have liquified, Y/N. I can’t even lift a finger right now,” he says, sighing dramatically and flopping his arms uselessly as if to prove his point. You scoff. 

“So being ripped to hell isn’t even useful?” you tease him and poke his hard stomach.

“Sure it is – I get all the ladies,” he answers and you can practically hear the way smugness twists his words.

“Oh, jesus.” You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. He laughs anyways and you smile too.

Jungkook hisses when you move your head. “Fuuuck, my arms huuurt,” he whines and you laugh in schadenfreude. “This isn’t funny! How the hell will I ink anyone tomorrow if I can’t even use my fucking arms?” he complains and sinks lower into the couch.

“Oh my god, that’s right! Tomorrow’s your first day!” You move away from him to look at him.

He’s grinning, big and toothy, clearly excited about his new job. “Yeah! I’m so fucking ready, it’s such a cool place too,” he gushes and you smile. It’s nice to see him like this, so openly passionate. His cheeks flush slightly with excitement and you resist the urge to poke the faint dimple that appears when he smiles. Your heart flutters painfully in your chest. “It’s called Rome, which is already the coolest fucking name ever. And the owner is just super chill but he loves tattooing so much?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Rome?” You sit up a little straighter at the name. “That’s right across from Saku! Why didn’t you tell me?!” You slap his chest admonishingly.

“Seriously?” he sits up, eyes sparkling as he blows a strand of hair out of his face.

You nod furiously. “We can meet up for lunch!” you say excitedly and Jungkook hops up and down on the couch. You’d started working at the flower shop, Saku, during your senior year of college, and you’d fallen completely in love with it. After graduating, you’d asked your boss, Eric, if he’d consider letting you on as a full time employee. And just like that, you’d been set from the start – unlike Jungkook, who had struggled for months to find a tattoo parlour hiring new artists. Then one day, he’d come rushing to your old college apartment, ragged and out of breath, his hair a wild mess as he’d picked you up in his arms. He’d twirled you around the room, screaming with delight that he’d finally gotten a job. You still remember the way his eyes sparkled brightly, shining wonderfully as he looked up at you. You’d almost kissed him that day. 

“This is literally the best job ever,” he says and you nod in agreement, giggling at the prospect of seeing your best friend every day. You lean against him again, enjoying the warm, solid way he feels. “I hope the boss is as cool as he seemed during the interview, though, because he said he’s a bit of a hard ass,” Jungkook continues and he worries his bottom lip.

“Wait, is he the one who owns that really loud motorcycle?” you ask, practically feeling the heavy sound of the humming engine you hear every single morning reverberate through your chest. You remember the one time you’d run into the guy at the ramen restaurant next to Saku; he’d held the door open for you, smiling dazzlingly at you. His eyes had softened somehow and when the wild curls of his hair had fallen into his face, you’d resisted the urge to brush them back. Heat sizzles through your veins at the memory. 

“I don’t know?” He shrugs, frowning at you. “I think so, though, he seems like he’d own a bike.”

“Oh my god, he’s your boss? Even more reason to go over and pick you up for lunch, then,” you say, grinning darkly at Jungkook.

He frowns, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Why did you say that so weirdly?”

“Because he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen and you just gave me a legitimate reason to go over and drool all over him,” you admit immediately, wistfully remembering the man’s dark curls and full lips. You’re not even hesitant to tell Jungkook – you’ve always been honest with him, about everything. You’ve been friends since kindergarten, roommates all throughout college, and now that you’ve graduated, you’ve moved into a better apartment, together. There’s something about Jungkook that immediately puts you at ease – it’s almost as though any and all tension just melts out of your bones when you’re around him. It doesn’t feel weird to open up to him. When you’d broken up with your ex, you’d turned to Jungkook to console you. When Jungkook had told his parents he was going to take his art degree and become a tattoo artist, they had threatened to disown him. And you’d taken care of him, letting him be mad and angry and sad as he paced the narrow space of your college flat. There’s an unspoken agreement between the both of you; it’s always you and him, together, against the world. It’s been this way for years, and despite your highly annoying and always-present crush on him, you can’t deny that having him as a best friend is the cherry on top of your daily life.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve botched a flower arrangement because I was looking at him through the window,” you add and sigh dreamily.

“You sound like you wanna get into his pants.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You shift a little, feeling yourself blush under his stare. Jungkook wrinkles his nose and his lips turn down in disgust. “Please don’t fuck my boss, Y/N,” he says.

You can’t help the mischievous grin as you look up at him. “Can’t make any promises, baby.”

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