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taegimood · 4 months

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epic need for your own thoughts on craveverse.. assign some kinks to the boys hehee

OMG WAIT WAIT RAHHHHHHHHHHHH i’m scared to get their characters wrong cuz they’re yours but i’ll try omg this is exciting wait

(edit: i accidentally added some plot in there lmao sorry also this is LONGG and these kinks aren’t anything taboo [for us at least 💀] but hopefully it’s still interesting~)

yeonjun: okay, do we need to say it? breeding kink. wants you to belong to him forever. wants your tummy full of the evidence that he was there. exhibitionism, he wants everyone to know you’re his and how good he can fuck the daylights out of you; he shamelessly fucks you around the others all the time, possessive as all hell, since he makes you share the living room together. also kisses you constantly, possessively, tongue in your mouth if he gets so much as an inkling that another member has their eyes on you when it’s yeonjun’s turn to keep you to himself, maintaining eye contact with said member as he kisses you until the younger backs down submissively. idk if there’s a name for this (is it the same as dumbification?) but loves it when you get into subspace.. loves knowing he fucked you completely dumb and has all the power over you. he loves spit.. always spitting in your mouth, spitting on your pussy before he rails it, spitting on his cock as he shoves it down your throat. loves it when you suck on his fingers and whine for him too <3 anything that shows you’re even remotely enjoying it, he’s all over that shit.. it helps aid how toxicly and utterly convinced he is that you belong together, forever. some could even argue that out of all of them, yeonjun might just have the most screws loose — you’d just never know it until you wake up one day and then suddenly you do.

soobin: SOOBIN… soobin is a closeted freak… if yeonjun saw half the things that went on in his submissive little member’s head, he’d be outraged lmao. although soobin doesn’t fuck you as often as some of the others do, he wants you just as much - he just doesn’t show it. has this fantasy of marking you, and covering your entire body too; he just wants to bite and nibble you everywhere and is always trying to scent you in small ways just subtle enough that yeonjun won’t notice and be set off. in his mind he’s making you his in his own tiny little ways. soobin is more possessive than you’d think (flashback to what i sent you about him shoving beomgyu to the floor) and as sweet as he is, he‘s also got a guilty pervertedness to him when you come crying to his bedside asking to be held… that’s right, I’M the one she needs. he also has a cockwarming kink for sure. will pump his cock into you nice and steady before keeping you there <3 whispers in your ear how your pussy was made just for him, but don’t tell yeonjun~ and of course i will forever be on the sticky cum soobin agenda - he has a fat creampie kink that he shamelessly exhibits every time he fucks you, will literally overstimulate himself just so he can keep fucking more and more and more of his thick cum into your little hole~ but he’s also just a sweetie and will kiss you all the time during sex too, taking full advantage of the moments when he can finally let his affection loose as opposed to his usual awkward demeanor when it comes to things like kissing outside of sex. leaves your lips swollen and wet from all the sucking and nibbling hehe

beomgyu: dacryphilia. wants to see you sob. also a breeding kink tbh for the pure sake of OWNING you, not about the actual outcome of pups.. like yeonjun, he loves when you get into subspace, but unlike yeonjun, there’s no affection there. it’s just the pure ego boost of knowing he can mold you into his own little cocksleeve. he has this secret cuckolding-esque fantasy of fucking your brains out while all the other boys sit and watch, while only he’s able to touch you.. sigh, if only yeonjun would let him. obviously has a degradation kink, he’s projecting onto you all the shit that he was constantly belittled with by his past female alpha </3 he’s so toxic lmao but — this may be controversial — deep deep DEEP deep DEEEEEP down…… there’s a part of him that really just wants to be seen. wants to be held. wants to be someone for somebody. it’s just so buried beneath all the rage and hurt and spite that you’ll never know it; and HE’LL never know it either tbh, so blinded by himself and his hatred. (the closest thing you get is when he pretends to be asleep so you can card your fingers through his hair and then grumbles about it later <3)

taehyun: sir kink? 🫣 ohhhhhhh….. taehyun. mr difficult to decipher. you’re convinced he hates you and he actually does except — he kind of doesn’t. as mean as beomgyu is, taehyun is nasty. sometimes it seems like he’s fucking you more out of anger and spite than out of the desire to get off. but he’ll be damned if he ever admits to you or anyone else how hard he actually gets when you clutch onto him desperately, the force of his thrusts shoving you up the bed, leaving your hands flying to grip onto the nearest stable thing, always choosing his firm and solid figure. he wants you to need him. he has a power kink, but not like some of the other boys.. he’s the most level-headed of the group, with an innate need to protect, that goes beyond basic possessiveness. so his size and strength kinks come into play when he can manhandle you any which way, even holding you right up in the air, practically folded in half as he fucks you stupid. he likes the fact that you can’t even overpower him if you tried. and deep down under the hate, he likes the fact that he can protect you against anything that tries to hurt you. so sometimes when he isn’t making you sob and cry from the nasty spite that oozes out of him as he pummels your pussy, he’s actually — don’t point this out to him or he’ll rip your head off — pretty focused on making you feel good in his own taboo way, just so you know it’s him that makes you feel this way, it’s him with all that power and strength who’s capable of all the worst and all the best that you could get.

kai: oh boy. kai is an anomaly. easily the sweetest member, while also easily the most RABID (not literally 😳) because like you’ve said, he’s still learning how to control his wolf. he has all these big emotions and senses that can stretch so far out of his grasp sometimes, he just can’t get a hold of himself… so when he’s in his rut… you better fucking prepare yourself. he wants all of you, everything he can get, so selfish and needy and ravenous when his cock is pistoning itself in and out of your pussy without restraint, holding your hips down with your ass up and face buried in the sheets, skin red and bruising from the force of his skin slapping against yours from behind; don’t know if this counts as a kink, but he’s constantly flipping you into different positions. it’s like he just can’t get enough. he’s a starved man when it comes to you AND - he’s one of the only members who has a massive pussy eating kink. he’ll overstimulate you into high heaven until you’re clawing at him and begging him to stop with your hips in the air as he eats you out like it’s his best and last meal. but when he’s not in rut, he loves to hold you down in his lap and finger you sweetly, licking and kissing at your neck and shoulders as you keen around his long agile fingers <3 loves his hair being played with but unlike grumpy gyu, he’ll actually admit to it and even ask for it after sex :’)

anyway… crave!txt has me in a death grip that i do not want to escape. all hail mother lia.

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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 1

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Part 2

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: you were friends for god knows how long. Johns` caring nature makes him want to protect you from any stress: be it an excessive amount of work and burnout, or his own intentions going beyond your friendship. It's your Bday, and he wants to give you a few days of peace and quiet away from work. And take you to his country house.

Warnings: smut (under cut), intercourse without clear consent (dream sequence), there is age gap, but the reader is absolutely legit adult

AN: I am a sucker for friends to lovers, mutual pining and slow burn, a simple "lets write smut for our beloved Cap" thought has turned to slow fluffy comforting story. Although, Price gets his fare share of nsfw in the next part.

“Put it away, will you?” John grunts, noticing you pulling out your damn documents and a pen. He picked you up from work to take you out of town and celebrate your birthday in peace and quiet. He should have suspected something was wrong when you, who usually stayed in the office until night, agreed to leave with him in the middle of Friday so easily.

“The deal was: I don't work in your house. In your house, John. This is your car, and we are yet to spend here an hour or so. So I might as well work, till we're there.” Your voice is distant and patient, as if you're explaining something to an annoying kid and not to a man much older than you. And it drives Price mad. He doesn't want you to be patient, professional and composed with him. You are almost always that way. He wants you relaxed, silly and grumpy when he is around. He wants you to feel safe, to take a breather, to not hold back. But here you are, going through your papers, as he drives you away from the town. He murmurs something crabbed under his breath and turns on the radio.

When you get out of his car and look around in an absolute awe, he can't help but smile. As you slowly approach the open wooden terrace before his house, he takes the bags from the trunk. “H-how do you have such a gorgeous house and don't stay here permanently?” You ask, as he opens the front door. “If I were you - I'd never left this place!”. “If it wasn't for my work…” he pauses and thinks, “and I could keep you here…”. But he knows better than to scare the living daylights out of you. He is your safe place, and he will never ruin this for you, even if it means keeping a friendly distance.

After leaving your belongings in the guest bedroom, you go downstairs and find Price in the kitchen. You offer to help, but he has something other on his mind. He wipes his hands and turns to you with a smirk. “I have a very important task for you.” He chuckles and leads you out of the house, picking up a blanket from the sofa along the way. A hammock awaits you on the terrace. You may have forgotten about it yourself, but John remembers how you told him half a year ago that on your birthday you just dream of getting a couple of hours of sleep during the day. You tried to protest, but it is useless with Price: when he decides something is to happen - it happens one way or another.

So as he finished tucking a blanket around you and was about to leave back to the kitchen - you caught his hand. “Price, this is just unfair. It's my Birthday, I know, but still. You get to do all the work, and what am I supposed to do here?” He leans down and raspy whispers in your ear, “If I get to do all the work - you lie back and think of England.” And walks away with the most shameless shit eating grin, you've ever seen on his face.

He finds it amusing. How just a few words change your face from distant and calm to absolutely furious. In a second, you snap from that always professional cold personality to his friend, that would gladly kick his ass if there was such an opportunity. Furthermore, such moments just help him blowing the steam off. It reminds him, that he is there to make you smile, not to do all those things, his body aches for, when he thinks for too long about you. But deep inside he admits, that this joke was a bit too much…

The sun starts slowly setting down, when John hears your steps on the stairs. “I'm going to shower. And it smells delicious here!” He hears your voice and his heart swells with joy. Quiet peace of his cabin, your voice finally sounding relaxed, food looking good, cozy warmth around him - this all feels so right. Feels more like his Birthday, not yours.

When you are back on the kitchen, fresh and changed, John is somewhere else. You go to the stove and take the lid off the saucepan to take a quick sniff. “It needs a final touch,” says a deep, familiar voice behind you. You turn back and shudder. John was not into any really fancy clothing and usually preferred to keep it simple and practical. So seeing him in a dark blue shirt, emphasizing his body so perfectly, was quite unexpected.

“Good Lord! Who are you, and where is my friend Price? I wasn't expecting to dine with the duke of—”. Your voice was a bit shaky of surprise. “Cut it out… Next time, I'm wearing pajamas on your Birthday.” John smirked and went to the stove to put the food on the plates. You mutter under your breath, "Well, next time I'm taking photos then," and head to the table under his reproachful look.

John was a pretty decent cook, but this time, he's outdone himself. You were almost moaning after the first bite. He just sat back, appreciating how you're squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head, approving everything he cooked for you. “If you ever consider retiring from your service - I'm hiring you as my personal chef!” He chuckles at your words, his eyes never leaving your face. He silently revels in your delight, taking in every word and little smile. This is exactly what he wanted: your little holiday, not interrupted by work, by other people, by a bustle of the big city.

When you are both done eating, he cleans the table and takes out a bottle of your favorite whiskey. "I thought we agreed that I would do without gifts." You sigh a little frustrated. "It's not a gift, take it easy," he grins as he opens the bottle. "I'm just sharing good old Islay malt with a friend, that can appreciate it and not just pour it down. The bottle stays in this house, so if you ever want to drink with me again... you'll have to come over here."

"Now you're luring me in with alcohol. Very graceful of you, Price." You laugh, then take the glass, he hands to you and sniff its content. “M-m-m, there is such a strong smoke and sea salt in its aroma… I think, I want to try it outside.”

“Goddamn connoisseur.” His voice is croaky as he follows you out on a terrace.

You lower yourself onto the deck and dangle your feet off the ledge. John stands at a distance and silently watches you. There was no trace left of the cold, detached, professional you. You are enthusiastically talking about something, but he just looks at you and smiles.

"Hey, sit next to me, I'm cold." You turn to him. Price walks up to you and sits, letting you snuggle against his warm chest. He puts his glass away and turns to you, breathing in the scent of your hair as you continue to talk to him. He does not want this evening to end, he is ready to sit the whole damn night like this as long as you lean on him and keep telling him anything, coming to your mind. Anything, that happened to him before meeting you, feels small and not important.

John slowly melts against your back, his breath tickling the top of your head, when you say, “Ok, I'll help you clean the kitchen and go sleep.”

Of course, he doesn't let you lift a finger. Not on his kitchen, not today. You are sent to your bedroom, and he is left alone. He just needed something to keep him busy, to drive away unwelcome thoughts. Desires, rolling down his spine, like a lightning, inexorably taking over his body, paralyzing and taunting his mind. He pauses cleaning up and steps out of the house. His lighter clicks and a cloud of cigar smoke escapes into the dark, cooling air. The awakening beast in the back of his head grumbles and hides away.

It's only when he closes his eyes, his mind spirals down a feverish dream, that he can't fight. Your head thrown back, spine arches with every his move. Your lips, swollen from his kisses and bites, gasp for air. Oh, he knows that this may be the end of your friendship, that you may not want to see him ever again, so he's not going to stop. He will make you remember, his cock is going to zero out your whole world save for that painfully hard thrusts. He will make this night count, his fingers glistening with your release, but never leaving your overstimulated clit. “Don't you dare hold back. I'll drag it out of you one way or another”, he's almost growling in your ear. There is not a single trace of friendly and respectful distance between you two left. You're in his hands, on his lips, around his twitching cock… So you bite down your lip and hiss his name loudly.

That's when he wakes up. The sensation of his dreams fades away in seconds, giving a way to the recoil spreading through his body. John curses under his breath, looking around him: it's still dark outside. How can a dream fill so good and so terrifying simultaneously? Thank God it was just a dream, and you are sleeping safe and sound in the guest bedroom. He's just going to take a cold shower and try to not think about this nightmare. You are safe with him, he'll make sure of it, no matter, how hard it gets.

When Price leaves the bathroom, he notices a light on the first floor. Going down the stairs, he finds you perched on the couch with a stack of documents on the table and his reading glasses on your nose. As much as he finds it endearing, he has to interrupt you.

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