You Want Me To Choke You? The Grip On Your Waist Tightens, Pad Of His Thumb Roving Careful Over Your

“You want me to choke you?”  The grip on your waist tightens, pad of his thumb roving careful over your hip.  It’s meant to be soothing, calming - to ensure you really want this.  All it does is make you want it more.  

How do you do it? 

How can you write something so poetic and vivid, but also extremely hot and sexy and...did I say hot?

Erin, I'm not sure if you know this, but I'm going to let you know just in case my previous tangents weren't enough: you are AMAZING. Everything that you write, everything that you do, and every piece that I've read hold such beautiful creations within. Also, can I just mention this bit here:

You do as you’re told, offering a last, sweet kiss before you’re settled back in his lap, palms flat against his chest.   The streetlights cast long shadows into the room, throwing your features into stark relief.  It’s a terribly pretty sight - your hair mused, eyes bright with anticipation. A dream come true.  

Ughhh!! This is so perfect. This is one section that I just could not get out of my mind. It feels so dark and hazy, but dreamy and light and wow….WOW ERIN!!!!

"Jaw-dropping" and "breathtaking" are just two words that I could use to describe the feelings that I get whenever I read your stories, and I wish that I had better words in store to use whenever I come across your posts, but I hope that me continuously sending you all of my love will suffice until my brain can store a bigger dictionary. I'm giving you lots of hugs and love Erin!💕💕💕💕

choke me, daddy.

prompt:  “choke me.”

i am unapologetic about my troll title.  ty anon for the prompt!  👀  this is the couple from up all night.  also, this isn’t beta read so i’m sorry if there are glaring errors lolz!!

pairing.  knj x reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  this is smut, y’all.  choking, riding that d**k, etc..  wc.  1.2k.

You’ve always been obsessed with his hands.  The way the knuckles flex, the stretch of muscle and sinew beneath honeyed skin.  His broad palms, so much larger than yours, big enough to engulf them whole when you’re holding hands.  You’ve watched the way he stocks shelves and pieces strands of wayward hair behind his ear.  He does everything with assured movements - like he’s perfectly aware of how capable they are.  

You wonder how they’d feel around your neck.

“Choke me.”  It comes before you can think better of it, driven by the soft buzz of liquor in your veins, the intoxication of just his touch.  You’d blush bright red if you weren’t already flushed, sweat beading at your temple.  

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What I have to say: This is really not what I typically write, but please allow me my self-indulgence. Also, I am rusty and unpracticed, but this made me happy to write. 

What this is: Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

What this wants to be: Romance

What this warrants: Rated R for Rotten Relationships (and other things) 

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Road Trip

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,901

Rating: PG-13

Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Rich Man’s Crochet Club. This drabble takes place after the events of RMCC and follows Jungkook (a side character) + a road trip where seokjin “accidentally” gets left behind.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME – links to be added later ]

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In the back of his head he can hear his father’s voice. ‘Calm down,’ Kim Senior would always say when Namjoon’s advanced math homework would get the best of him. ‘Calm down and then look again. You’ll find the answer when your eyes are fresh’.

Wow this was such a good read.

I have a bittersweet relationship with zombie apocalypse fics because they make me emotional, sometimes too emotional, but this hit my heart in the best ways. I feel so soft after reading this. My heart is warm, but my adrenaline is pumping because of the fact that Namjoon now has to, both figuratively and literally, survive a zombie apocalypse with a baby on his back. 

Even though this was a drabble, it has so much depth and imagery and there are so many possibilities that can come next with that ending. It’s exciting to think about the what if’s and just try to predict what could come after this.

Thank you so much Aja for writing this! This made me so happy and boosted my spirits so I’m grateful for this. I’m sending you my love!!!💕💕💕💕

SS4 - KNJ, angst, 2457w

TW: zombie apocalypse themes, language

There’s a rustling sound that comes from the trunk of the car that Namjoon is rifling through. He sighs, annoyed because he just put his machete away after taking the time to clean it with one of the few, precious wet wipes he has left. Still, he takes it out of its hanging place in his backpack’s water bottle pouch and approaches the back of the car as quietly as possible.

Worst case scenario: It’s the now-undead owner of the car that maybe got stuck under the trunk. He’s seen it a few times since the Outbreak and, if anything, it’ll make this kill a lot easier and cleaner.

Best case scenario: It’s a raccoon going through something in the trunk—like old groceries or maybe some useful supplies. In that case, he can come out of this alive, with dinner, and maybe with some new tools. Even another backpack would come in handy now.

As he approaches the trunk, Namjoon can see that there’s no half of a festering, reanimated body hanging out the side of the trunk. The trunk is fully closed, though the rustling hasn’t stopped. This should be a good sign since it probably means he’s getting the best case scenario. Even still, he hasn’t been doing this long enough for killing an animal to get any easier or more pleasant than it was before the Outbreak. 

He wiggles the end of the machete under the lip of the trunk a bit until it pops up lightly after unlocking. Taking a deep breath, he counts down from 10 while repositioning his machete to be ready to strike. Raccoons have always been feisty and there’s no telling what an apocalypse could do for their attitude problems.

With a flick of his wrist, the trunk flies open and his arm comes down only to stop in mid-air as he gazes into a pair of human eyes. Human eyes that blink in fright, human eyes set in a chubby and dirty face that’s framed with dark hair. It’s a child, he realizes. Shit, it’s a child.

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under the bridge ⇾ knj. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ tutor!namjoon x curvy!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ college au, tutor au, smut, pwp, filth, a little fluff, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  a discussion about philosophical theories and literary discourse gets a little more heated than expected… but you’re not one to complain.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 7.3k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ buff!namjoon, thicc!namjoon, massive dicc!namjoon, black hair!namjoon, neck tattoo!namjoon, eyebrow piercing!namjoon, dom!namjoon, a lil bratty!reader, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), rough sex, public sex, outdoor sex, angry sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, a lil humiliation kink, daddy kink, thigh kink, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, choking, body worshipping, face sitting, fingering, pussy slapping, clit biting, breath play, light breast play, light ass play (it’s just a couple of fingers… with a massive ruby ring…)

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ anons be feeding into my daddy joonie kink so here we go. also happy birthday joonie!!! 

❧ banner by ⇾ @koophoriia (my cutie lil babes!! thank you hunbun~)

❧ beta’d by ⇾ @uhgood-dooghu and @nottodayjjk (thank you lovelies for doing this on such short notice!!! I’m sorry I suck at time management!!)  

❧ le playlist

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“I’ve missed this,” he says softly.

You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

"Me too,” you admit. You’re weak.

I’ve never experienced a break-up before. I’ve also never dated, but I have been in a situation that mimics this one. I am truly, truly amazed by the way you are able to so adequately capture thoughts, feelings, and emotions in such a vivid way. Like I said before, I’ve never been in a relationship or had a breakup, but every time I read a chapter of this story it feels like I have. Especially with this part:

Yes, you’ve read his books. Multiple times. Pored over every word and analyzed every character in search of snippets of yourself. Hoping to know whether he’s forgotten you and moved on from you or whether he’s still affected by the breakup in the same way you don’t dare to admit that you are.

The feeling of believing that you’re over it but you still find yourself coming back to things that remind you of them. It’s bittersweet but it’s beautiful to be emotional over this, and I find myself reaching the end of each part far faster than I would like. Especially with this cliffhanger at the end. In my eyes, there are three ways that the story could pan out and I’m not sure that my heart is ready for any of those. 

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart Debs, for this beautiful piece. I feel like this story is made out of diamonds from the way I can’t stop awing at it. I’m sending you my love!!💕💕💕💕

sincerely, but no longer yours | chapter 3

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sincerely, but no longer yours | ex!kim namjoon x reader

genre | angst, exes au

summary | It started as a coping mechanism as getting the words out provided a form of catharsis. But now you can’t stop writing these love letters, even with the knowledge that they’ll never get sent. After all, who writes love letters to their ex?

word count | 3.9k

rating | PG-13

warnings | none

a/n | here we gooooo!! part threeeee c: can’t believe I actually churned this out when my life has been in c h a o s also this is barely edited im so sorry

Percussive knocks rap crisply on your apartment door. You fling the door open and your heart leaps in your chest at the sight. There he stands.

Up and rising dance instructor. Groove personified. Ball of literal sunshine.

And in your experience, the best big brother on the planet.

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