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Through The Phone

Rated: M

Warning: Dirty talk galore, mentions of graphic smut, season 3 Game of Thrones spoilers.

Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another… what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex. 

Note: where did this come from and why tf did it get fluffy at the end thats not the way pwps are supposed to end i hate myself. btw the pacing is probably a little rushed because i wrote this between the hours of 2am and 5am :))

Words: 3.1k

You rolled over onto your back in bed, sighing dramatically as you pushed the covers off of your upper body, suddenly feeling too hot for them. The coldness of the bedroom was a contrast to your warm exposed skin, immediately arousing your nipples from the chilly sensation and giving you goosebumps all over. You turned your head to the side to look at the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand.

2:06 A.M.

This had been happening to you a lot lately, waking up in the middle of the night because of the intense dreams you’ve been having. Even in your sleep, you couldn’t escape the extreme desires you had that seemed to be getting harder to deal with more and more each and every day that passed without your fiance.

You shamefully pressed your thighs together, trying anything that would help ease the intense yearning sensation you felt between them.

The dream you had just experienced that involved your fiance had gotten you so worked up, that you could feel the evidence of your arousal leak out of your folds and drip down one of your ass cheeks onto the sheets beneath you. You felt your face heat up at the fact a simple dream about Namjoon had provoked your body so severely. But it was silly actually, because you were the only one in the room. The only one in the entire huge apartment, to be exact.

You were utterly alone, so why must you be so shy by the way your body was reacting?

With a sigh escaping your lips, you reached across for your phone that was on the complete opposite side of the bed at the very edge - a result of your restless sleeping, no doubt. And without a second thought, your fingers flew across the screen and soon your phone was calling your fiance.

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Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

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One Screw Short

→ Genres: Slice of life, crack, fluff, smut. Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there. → Warnings: Smut, oral, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, mild breathplay, Taehyung calls you a slut much more than once. → Word Count: 19k. → A/N: Thank you so much to my very wonderful and very incredible and very beautiful baby girl @wagicshop  for making me such a beautiful banner. I am nothing if not in awe of you and your never ending talents. Also, I love you. Also, thank you again. Also, I would die without you.

It was seldom that sleep came to you very easily. That had just been a matter of truth since you could remember. Even when you were a child, you’d lay awake in bed at night, staring at the ceiling after your parents had tucked you in, making up stories in your head or humming songs quietly to yourself until sleep finally wrapped itself around you and tugged you into its depths. It was a nuisance at the very best. Especially on nights like tonight; Thursday nights to be precise. You had only one day left of work before the week was out, and the rules of sleep no longer mattered until Sunday evening rolled around. However, Thursdays were the worst for you because it was the day when the week of poorly handled sleep patterns and work stress caught up to you–which, in turn, made it even harder for sleep.

Which is why you had your Thursday night routine. You’d started it about four months earlier, and for the most part, it worked like a charm. You poured yourself a good two or three–but never more than three–glasses of a nice red wine that you would treat yourself to on the way home, and settle down with an episode of whatever drama you happened to be watching. After the credits rolled, you’d slip into the bath, your eyes lazily watching the bath bomb fizz away into nothing but pleasant scents and pretty colours. Once the water drained, you’d slip into your comfiest sleepwear; an old, worn out, tank top and a pair of comfy shorts. With that, you’d cozy up into the freshly washed covers and sheets and read however many pages of your book it took to slip into a deep and comforting sleep.

Normally, there was no issue. You had your routine down to a science and for the last however many Thursdays that you’d utilized it, it had worked. However, earlier this afternoon, you’d noticed a few stacks of boxes next to the door of the previously vacant apartment directly next to yours. This was notable because now, at whatever the fuck o’clock, with the moon hanging bright and tauntingly directly in your window, you were listening to the incessant curses, grunts and bangs of your new neighbour trying to fuck or murder someone–there was no way to be sure.

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talk → myg (Ⅰ)

↳ pairing: yoongi/reader | smut ↳ au: phone sex operator!au, f2l ↳ warnings: sex work, fingering, dirty talk ↳ word count: 1.2k ⁙ summary:   Yoongi, your best friend, seems to have a very promising career in the phone sex industry. ⁛ A/N: this is a repost from my old blog so if you recognize it, that’s why! this does have a part 2!

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talk → myg (ⅠⅠ)

↳ pairing: yoongi/reader ft. jimin | smut ↳ au: phone sex operator!au, f2l ↳ warnings: sex work, dirty talk, hand job, blowjob (deepthroating), cunnilingus, squirting, jimin listens in and gets off on it ↳ word count: 1.6k ⁙ summary: you walk in on yoongi on the phone with a customer ⁛ A/N: the long awaited part 2. lots of people have been asking me where this was since part 1 came out. i hope you enjoy it! there will be a part 3!

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok drabbles; 01

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This is my headcanon post from a week ago, now a real, live, completed fic! ♥️

Words: 11K, Chapters: 3/3

Rating: Explicit

I wrote it! @bioplast-hero​

Shiro and Keith were voice actors together on a hit anime. When it’s all over, Shiro has one regret: that he never confessed his feelings for his breathtaking costar, Keith. 

Not only does Shiro secretly ship their characters together, after a year he’s still desperately pining for the man. He rewatches old episodes and the rasp of Keith’s voice undoes him. It’s the stuff of his deepest, darkest fantasies.

Until he sees an ad for an adult fantasy voice chat service geared toward nerdy ships. There’s even a channel for Beast King GoLion! Now, maybe that is his deepest, darkest fantasy.

And that’s how pining Shiro ends up having anonymous phone sex with a man who, impossibly, gets Keith’s character voice just right. He’s hooked.

auralism|kim namjoon

   ⧽ prompt: “Pick up the phone.”

   ⧽ rating: m

   ⧽ summary: In which, Namjoon discovers a new fetish. —light smut

   ⧽ note: for @awjiminie 💕

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Being autistic and having phone sex on a video call with a guy that gets off on being watched and positive feedback is like really hard.

Pun intended.

Because dirty talk is super hard to do when you think logically and aren’t that emotion driven. He’s all “do you want to meet him? He’s very excited to meet you. He’s getting so excited 😏”

And I’m all “oh yes I’d like to meet him...” so he whips it out and y’know it’s a penis and all. Nothing special. Just a flesh rod full of blood and semen. But I guess I was supposed to react more dramatically like “OHH HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL UHNNN YES I WISH I WERE THERE” because instead of that I was like “😶 what’s his name?” which killed the mood because apparently he didn’t get that far.

And apparently asking for the name of someone’s genitalia is improper dirty talk etiquette because he got very confused and I’m like “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PERSONALIZED IT” like c’mon you gave him a gender and personality with wants and needs how am I wrong to ask his name?

TL;DR: I asked for my internet sex partner’s penis’ name and he deflated.

Hii could I request a smut with chrollo with the exact same male reader as your most recent fic?

Feel free to pic the kinks, but I'd like a bottom reader

(flirty, if he kisses a body part the person's injures heal, and always wears clothes with boob windows)

First and foremost, this man would completely ravage you.

Chrollo would fuck you anywhere and everywhere, as long as you are okay with it. If you aren't comfortable fucking in front of people, you won't. If all you want is to fuck in front of people, he has that arranged.

Your boob windows set him off so badly that it's almost an instant boner. That is until he gets used to it. The same goes for your flirting.

That doesn't mean he doesn't get horny for you, though. It happens a lot, especially when you tease him in front of the rest of the troupe.

This man is defending experimental with Kinks.

I think he definitely is into impact play, crying, oral (you giving), phone sex, sexy pictures, predator and prey play, and bdsm.

He loves impact play, spanking and slapping are his favorites. He loves spanking your dick, ass, and actual hole, and he adores slapping your face with his dick.

Don't get me started on the predator play. I head cannon, he adores getting you into a really submissive head state before he puts you in a forest and tells you to run or he'll kill you. Of course he doesn't, he just fucks you senseless.

In total, this man is completely feral when comes to sex.

The title already says everything: »Phone Sex … my roommate walked in and recorded it.«