#☏ you have one new voicemail!

[rockstaryuta]

[⌗] jeong jaehyun & afab! reader info smut warnings references to friends with benefits relationship, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names, allusions to / mentions of masturbation

1:03AM

hey uh... fuck, oh god, hey. make sure to listen to this when you're alone, ok? this is...shit, it's just for you, pretty. i uh... i fucked some other girl tonight, she wasn't... she wasn't like you. god, you take me so well. so, so well. whole time i was wishing it was you clenched around my cock, moaning my name... and i can't stop thinking about you. i...oh my god... i need you right now. like really, really need you. can't stop imagining oh my god...can't stop imagining you with your pretty mouth sucking on my cock. swallowing my um...fuck my cum. you always make me feel so fucking good, yeah shit, so, so good. i can't wait to push my cock into your tight pussy, would you like that? baby, please. please tell me you want that. i want it so...god so bad. need you, i don't care how. fuck, i just want you over here. come over when you get this? please, please come over... i can't take it anymore. fucking my fist pretending oh jesus christ...pretending it's you isn't enough. just... fuck... just call me?

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[00127am]

JANUARY 1ST, 00:03AM

hey! uh hey... this might be weird but um happy new year! well, uh that's not the weird part, no the weird part is that um... like... i don't know man. i've recorded this like twenty times already, since uh eleven fifty? i think? i actually wanted to send it before the countdown but um... here we are. yeah i'm not sending this one either. it shouldn't be that hard to confess to the person you like right? not that a phone call is that romantic either but dude... i just can't stop thinking about you. and it's driving me crazy like i can't keep it to myself anymore man. oh shit is that two minutes...oh fuck um no cancel. delete...delete! DELETE DO NOT SEND DO NOT--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:05AM

hey um don't listen to the voicemail you just got from me! i um said some stuff that ... look man i'm a little drunk right now and -- MARK GET OVER HERE -- haechan dude i'm literally on the phone. no it's a voicemail... dude if they picked up i wouldn't be having this conversation with you. stop, dude, come on... no hyuck move--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:10AM

ok um hey, it's me again. uh mark. it's mark. mark lee. i'd appreciate it if you didn't listen to the uh... the two other voicemails i left. i just wanted to call and say um happy new year! you've been on my mind lately and oh... is that weird to say? man that makes me sound like some kind of pervert. uh ignore that then, i mean... i just... can i see you tomorrow? i um... i need to talk to you about something. nothing uh super serious! like don't worry i just... AGAIN? THAT WAS NOT TWO MINUTES I'M NOT DONE YET I--

JANUARY 1ST, 00:12AM

i think i'm in love with you.

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[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING SINFUL: a smut masterlist by AGENDABYMOONER (18+)

general f1 masterlists: a - n masterlist o - z masterlist

WARNING: SMUT/EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

LEGEND: ✦ = new pieces ☏ = voicemail blurb ♡ = rec read

note: you guys wanted a masterlist specifically for some smut content, so here is a masterlist ❤️ enjoy xx

taglists for this masterlist are attached below the cut. if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out!

alex albon (aa23)

something missed: their argument led them both to realize how much they sought to each other's touch. (angst, cockwarming)

fernando alonso (fa14)

something spoiled: she can have everything in the world. everything but that attitude. (brat taming, sd!fernando x reader)

jenson button (jb22)

something devoured: what is a man if not starving? (pussy drunk!jenson, oral sex) ♡

lewis hamilton (lh44)

something memorable: ten years of memories? how about memories of celebrating their ten years? (sex tape)

something sneaky: lewis' year-end party is just an excuse to get her away from the crowd.

something rewarding: pretty girl. patient girl. sweet reward. (soft dom!lewis, somnophilia-esque)

liam lawson (ll40)

something cautious: the view was the woman. (outdoor + exhibitionist) ✦

charles leclerc (cl16)

something green: control was what he normally had until he decided that making her jealous wouldn't break her out of her shell. (sub!charles x reader)

something angelic: charles showed her everything that she deserved all while showing her ex that he didn’t deserve her. (corruption kink-esque)

lando norris (ln4)

something deserved: when she stripped him off the opportunity to win, all he seemed to do was retaliate and reward her (dom!lando x reader)

something rewarded: miami gp 2024 meant celebration, even if it was for two only (dom!lando, titfucking, anal play) ✦

oscar piastri (op81)

something vocal: oscar is occasionally talkative. (praise kink, oral sex) ♡

late night talking: oscar left a voicemail for the reader to wake up to. (m masturbation) ☏

something different: she wasn't sure how he started acting like that- but it wasn't anything she'd complain about. (dom!oscar, orgasm denial)

george russell (gr63)

something unexpected: everything hits different when you're trying to move on with the help of your own best friend. (dom!george, best friends to lovers)

daniel ricciardo (dr3)

something watchful: he always wondered why she wanted to stay in that shithole of a flat so much. (exhibitionism/voyeurism/mirror sex)

something jealous: he’s got no reason to be one when he knew that she’s only desperate for him. (voyeurism ft. lando norris) ♡

something scandalous: they all knew he was into pda, but doing it in a club restroom was another story. (exhibitionism, semi-public sex)

something entertaining: daniel and his girl put on a show for a special guest. (voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise kink ft. lewis hamilton)

carlos sainz (cs55)

something hazy: carlos was an attentive husband to his stressed out wife. (soft dom!carlos)

something conversational: who would’ve thought that he still had the upper hand no matter how far he was? (phone sex, dom!carlos)

something possessive: he had always been a secured man, all he needed to do was to remind her how secured he was. (mean dom!carlos, anal play, facefucking, impact play) ♡

mick schumacher (ms47)

something broody: dilf!mick loved nothing more than the glow of motherhood that washed over his wife’s body. (breeding kink, body worship)

max verstappen (mv1)

something mean: don't underestimate the man if you don't want to be at the other side of his mean tendencies. (orgasm denial, mean!dom!max x reader)

something overwhelming: he wanted to overwhelm her in the nicest way possible (overstimulation, multiple orgasms)

toto wolff (tw00)

something big: she was the only one who could handle his desire and he's the perfect fit for her. (size kink)

something intoxicating: it’s funny how she can get mouthy but lose all of her words when she starts craving for more. (cock drunk!reader)

something desired: who the fuck was christian horner to decide what they both wanted? (size kink)

something divine: toto wanted to cherish his wife as she bore the light of their life. (pregnancy sex, body worship, breeding kink)

multiple drivers x reader

something full, pg10 + reader + cl16: it was like she had her personal demon and angel. except from they’re filling her needs one way or another. (dp, threesome) ♡

something celebratory, cs55 + reader + ln4: how to celebrate their singapore gp victory, carlando style. (anal sex, dp, threesome) ♡

something wagered, jb22 + reader + sv5: she learned that making a bet would be more risky and efficient if they knew what the reward was going to be. (threesome, spitroast, mclaren!jb and rbr!sv)

something fulfilled, fa14 + reader + mw2: their kid wanted a baby sibling and who were they to deny her that? their wife might need some convincing, however. (threesome, dp, breeding kink)

something agreeable, pg10 + reader + eo31: they're always thought to be enemies. but there's something that they have in common. (threesome, dp)

something reunited, sv5 + reader + mw2: it took them ten years to get her back and they were sure to ruin her plan to slip away the next time. (threesome, dp, face fucking size kink) ♡

something rotten, jb22 + reader + fa14: nothing is ever 'too much' for jenson and fernando. they made sure that she knew that. (threesome, dp, sd!jenson + sd!fernando)

something victorious, cs55 + cl16 + ln4 x reader: australian grand prix 2024 certainly deserved a party for four. (foursome, dp, oral sex ) ✦

more pieces coming soon!

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[shcnleys]

𝕔𝕩𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 : ▲, ☯, ☏ @cxrnelius send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse tiktok send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone

left on 3.16.22 "hi. *laugh* i was going to text but i wanted to hear your voice. *pause, sigh* well, i'm glad your flight was good. and i hope you had a great rest of your day. i had a class at this new gym - i think i might ask to make my sessions permanent. i'm not sure. anyways. i was really hoping to catch you - i'm going to head to bed already. i have an early day tomorrow so i can aim to finish before noon. i'll let you know for sure though. so. alright. i miss you. byeeeeeeee." send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

[loladebelgique]

LOSS: for when éloïse wished she could turn back time , circa 2019 .

—

for a second,  éloïse had everything she could ever want in her perfect little world.

but seconds are not minutes,  they are not hours nor are they days  —   weeks,  months nor years.  no,  seconds are seconds and they go by in a flash.

—

one second she is triumphantly spreading her wings,  relishing in her newfound freedom away from the chains of overprotective parents and their suffocating love; reveling in the wind beneath her wings.  

and the next:  she is told her mother is dead.

—

a girl of nineteen,  she should be prepared for loss.  

she’s known of so many almosts that it should be second nature to her  —  and yet nothing could ever prepare her for this.

—

she wishes days could become seconds,  she begins counting the hours they are locked in the bunker.  ten feet from the surface,  ten feet of the unknown,  ten feet and twenty-four hours of unnerving anxiety.

suddenly,  éloïse wishes hours could vanish into seconds.

—

they trickle by:  these notorious obnoxious seconds. they go startlingly over a minute but stop right before the two are up.

unbeknownst to éloïse this would be her last phone call to her mom. it lasts approximately 90 seconds before the call gets cut unexpectedly and éloïse pays no mind to call back.

(  she figures she’ll have time to call again the next day,  instead a voicemail is left and next time never happens )

—

sterile, pale walls are a haunting ground.  the smell of rubbing alcohol makes her close to nauseous.  they are neither a comfort nor a safe space.  in fact,  éloïse hates it here.  

but she forgets this in all but a second when her mother’s pale face comes into view.  what she had believed to be a lie,  it shatters in a blink.  the moment her mother’s last breath is no where to be seen,  her skin as pale as ashen gray  —  éloïse realizes that seconds no longer matter because nothing would turn back time.  

not seconds, nor minutes, not days or months or weeks.

she is hit with the harsh reality that nothing would bring back her mother.

—

she can’t seem to get her bearings together;  her heart aches,  painfully so  —  the cracks appear again on this vibrant october day.  her mother’s favorite flowers spiral across her casket in an array of brightness that only rivaled the brilliant gleam of her smile in her portrait.

the cracks appear again  —  faster this time,  undoing weeks of forgetting,  repenting,  of pretending; they break where they once lay,  and the finality of the moment,  in these few seconds,  where she holds her breath and wishes she could turn back time,  her heart breaks all over again.

memories of the weeks prior flood her,  and she feels the gash in her heart tear just a bit more  —  and she has to force a breath because the flowers are too much.  in their midst, her heart constricts.

time stills and for a second,  éloïse disillusions herself in the finality of it all. she bears it all for a second more.  she thinks if her eyes close for just a second,  that it isn’t real  —  that reality is far more kinder than her nightmares,  than dreams could ever be.  her mother was there,  well and alive.  

her mother  —  her mother,  her mother was not gone.

but time resumes,  and when she opens her eyes: her mother is no where to be seen.

—

there are 86,400 seconds in a day.

and in those 86,400 seconds of the day,  there is not one where she does not miss her mother.  her wonderful warmth,  her love  -- overwhelming in it’s prowess  --  almost suffocating in it’s capacity.  reverent and true,  absolutely transparent.  

if there was one thing that éloïse could count on: it was her mother’s love and the way it would move oceans in order to swallow her up. carrying her to and through,  a lifeline in the smallest of spaces.  the truest of true loves there could be.

it glimmers as a twinkling beacon inside her.

there are 86,400 seconds in a day, and there will never not be a second that éloise misses her mother.

—

☏     YOU HAVE ( 1 )  NEW VOICEMAIL :

“  lola,  my darling,  i’m sorry to have missed you.  we’re about to take off,  please let us know if you change your mind,  we’d love to have you in vientiane.  i love you,  my darling.  please do call me back when you have the time.  ”

[unsaintedfox-a]

voicemail please

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.

“So uh, good news and bad news, princess. Remember how you made me take Hana to her dance class? Good news, she has really improved in her sparring. Bad news, she may have punched one of the mothers who was hitting on me and is now not allowed to come back.”

[rosa-qiangwei]

(telephone emoji but I’m not sure if I did this right lol)

*recording voicemail*

“Sorry, someone ’reorganized’ all of my contacts and I can’t find my dau- sister’s number. Who’s this?”

send  ☏  for my muse to leave a voicemail on your muse’s phone. (+ or reverse)

[Coffee in one hand, her phone in the other. Rosa was reviewing over work matters: examples being lawsuits, settlements... and anything that fits into the attorney profession. However, her review was paused when she noticed there was a new spot becoming occupied in her voicemail inbox. Without any further delay, she goes to have a listen.]

"Hm.. looks like my contact name on their phone was changed to something that may be unrecognisable - nothing to worry about: I'll reassure them of my identity!"

[Rosa wasn't completely familiar with who was on the other end - however, she could guess that they have acquired her phone number from the business card she would regularly hand out. After all, hundreds of people come to the law firm for legal advice. Placing her coffee down on a nearby flat surface, she goes to leave a message.]

"Hello, this is Rosa - a lawyer from Themis Law Firm. I'm sorry to hear that your sister has caused an inconvenience for you, but no worries! If there's anything else you would like to inquire about - please contact the law firm. Thank you and good day!"

[00127am]

FEBRUARY 13, 10:45PM

hey, um sorry if it's loud...we're uh, we're walking to the bar now. it's jaehyun by the way. your jaehyun...your friend! your friend... yeah, your friend jaehyun... um anyway, just calling to say hi. i uh... i wish you could have come out tonight. it would be more fun if you had--what? no, i'm talking to yn. it's a voicemail, they can't hear you. i'm trying to leave a message and you're...what? no, i'm not confessing. why would i do that over the phone, yo--

FEBRUARY 13, 11:00PM

hey uh if you got a voicemail from me than delete it... it was a uh, accident and um taeyong was saying some stuff in the back that...just don't listen to it. nothing bad, just um, he was being taeyong...so, you know. um i'm just calling to say that i wish you were here...uh is it cheesy to say that it doesn't feel like my birthday without you? if you're still up, just um give me a call when you get this. i uh... i want to hear your voice so... get ready to sing me happy birthday or something.

FEBRUARY 14, 12:06AM

it's my birthday and the first thing i'm doing is calling you. that's weird right? that i just can't stop thinking about you? that i'm starting my birthday by calling you? i just... can i be honest? i'm um...god, i'm so drunk right now. they have these um... these two thousand won shots that just... i've had like... six? no, no uh...seven. i don't know, i can't think ... well, um i'm thinking about you, i guess. but i'm always thinking about you so... hey uh, don't-don't make plans for tomorrow. or uh... today. my birthday. valentine's day. i want to confess, to you...today, so um don't do anything. ok?

☏ new mail! @thecaffeinatedfangirl : you have one new message from 00127am ⤷ here's your finished request! sorry it took so long to get out TT i feel like i really, really can't write jaehyun well at all but i tried my best to make it sound like him (or at least how he sounds in my head)! worried that nothing will ever top the mark voicemail... going to be honest. but! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting, and thank you even more for supporting me! ♡

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