Phonesexathon? Phonesexathon!

[delicatale]

Hello, and welcome to this Hawaii Five-0 Phonesexeathon!

(amazing banner by the amazing iam_space ! Thank you for all the help honey!)

Okay, so let’s be honest, this is happening majorly because I am a big fan of phone sex and the lack of it in this fandom is making me a little sad. So I decided a meme could be fun! I’m advertising a bit because I’m still new to this fandom and I want the most people to see it and participate and prompt and read if they so wish, but I don’t have a lot of followers, so, yeah.

Okay! So! Anything goes! Any pairing any genre het and slash all that. You can post prompts, you can start round-robins (I love them let’s do it!), you can just go ahead and write a 20,000 words long fic involving phone sex and posting the link here. Seriously, anything goes. I’d encourage prompting though, go ahead – anonymous commenting shall be open, even. If you so wish to use it. Also, sexting is also allowed of course. As is fanart! Of course!

I don’t really want to put a ton of rules here, we’re all big people, right? No bashing no hating, this stuff, obvious, right? This is for fun. Let us get on with the phone sex!

Also, do pimp it around people! The more, the merrier! Here, have some pimping code:

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Prompts

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

- Danny is in New Jersey on holidays (or whatever you want it to be) and leaves a series of voicemails to Steve...up to you where that goes!

- Steve is making breakfast, Danny is still in bed, feeling lazy, so he calls Steve.

- Sexting, any kind of sexting I love sexting.

Fill: Prompt 2, Danny/Steve, NC-17

[iam-space.livejournal.com]

(just a short little IDEK)

“You have got to be kidding me?”

Danny just laughs. It comes out raspy and rough, sleep still tangled in his vocal cords like the sheets around his legs. “What are you doing?”

Steve huffs. “I am being a productive member of this household, awakening when the clock still reads AM, dressed and moving.”

Danny just rolls on his side, pulls his pillow closer so he can prop the phone between his ear and the fluffy cotton. Hands-free, baby. “You are a freak and have probably already participated in a triathlon this morning, as well as Operation Clean-All-The-Things and hell, you probably saved a kitten or two along the way. It’s Saturday, Steven, normal people like to… hey, what’s that smell?”

“I’m making breakfast.”

“Bacon?”

“Maybe.” Steves voice drops an octave, the residual sarcasm of earlier dripping into a honey-rich baritone that Danny now Pavlovian-ly equates with ‘fuck yeah, best sex ever’. “What’ll you give me if I bring some up to you?”

Danny doesn’t even realize that his hand has slipped into his boxers and is already stroking until his groan echoes in his ears. And through the phone line.

“Danny, what are you doing?”

“Uh… oh yeah, babe,” he gasps at the tight squeeze of his fist, smiles knowing that the rustling movement of the sheets is translating perfectly over the line. “Bring me a plate piled high with bacon and maybe you’ll find out.”

“You… you‘re so… fuck.” A loud clattering sound reverberates in stereo, over the phone and up the stairs. “Fuck you, I’m coming.”

“Better hurry, babe,” Danny taunts. “I might just beat ya.”

Round-Robin anyone?

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

One of these days, Danny is going to punch Steve in the face – again, but this time really really hard – for being an asshole that calls at 3 in the morning when it’s Saturday and they’ve just closed a case. Danny figures after this, it’s his utmost right to have at least 8 McGarrett-free hours, and if he wants to spend those 8 hours sleeping, well, so be it. Even Navy SEAL can understand that, and Danny is sure he was very clear when he left HQ. Yet, here it is, In The Navy ringing into his ear, his phone way too cheerful for him.

“I swear if you are not dying, McGarrett, I do not want to hear it.”

Re: Round-Robin anyone?

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

"Aw, come on, Danny - where's your sense of adventure?"

Danny blinks the sleep out of his eyes before answering. "My sense of adventure, Steven, is on the side of Kalanianaole Highway. Right next to my stomach, which fell out of my body and also the car this morning when you took that turn at ninety miles an hour."

"They were getting away," Steve states matter-of-factly, as if Danny's stomach shouldn't have been a little queasy just because it was necessary to go fast.

Danny sighs. "It is three in the morning; please tell me why I am hearing your voice right now."

Prompt---

[dragonheart]

I got a prompt for someone....

Chin is accidently conferenced in on phone sex between Steve and Danno - at first he is peeved, then he gets turned on.

please somebody write this, if you don't - I will have to and I just don't have the time right now.

Re: Prompt---

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

Chin's phone rang and woke him up, at least woke him up enough for him to reach over and answer his phone on speaker. He was immediately assaulted by loud breathing followed by a moan. He grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Danny. Was he was injured? Did he need an ambulance? Chin's heart began to thump painfully in his chest. He sat up and was about to speak when someone else started speaking.

"That's it Danny. Nice and slow. Just let yourself come undone for me. Do you want me to touch myself too?"

It was Steve. Chin's boss, Steve, was on the phone with Danny. He hadn't known there was anything going on between them, though it didn't come as a huge shock. Chin fumbled the phone and it dropped to the carpet.

"Yes," Danny said. "Are you touching yourself? Tell me how it feels."

"It feels so good because I can hear your voice and its almost like you're here with me. But I wish it was you touching me. Your hand tight around my hard cock, stroking it up and down."

Danny and Steve both moaned together. Chin was on his hands and knees searching for his phone. It had fallen under the bed and he had to get flat on his belly to reach it. He could feel himself growing hard and he wanted to just hang up the damn phone. He should not be hearing this. He should not be getting off on it.

"Are you close?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Danny said.

"Slow down. Wait for me." Steve was imperious and Danny didn't argue for a change and that was sort of hot. Chin could imagine them in bed together--Danny tied down and Steve doing whatever he wanted.

Chin lay on the floor transfixed by the sounds of slapping flesh and breathy moans, but his erection was throbbing. He sat up and reached into his pyjama pants and started stroking himself, but making sure to be quiet about it. If he were being honest with himself he was being quiet, because if they knew he was listening they would stop.

"I want you. I want to be in you. Would you let me fuck you? Do you want me buried in your ass, balls deep?"

"God, yes." Steve moaned. "Danny, I'm getting close. Come with me."

Chin increased his pace and Danny and Steve shouting, "Fuck" pushed him over the edge. He breathed raggedly, but as quietly as he could.

"Tomorrow night? Your place?" Danny said.

"Count on it," Steve said, his voice hoarse. "Night, Danno."

"Come on. I've asked you not to call me that after sex. I don't want to associate my daughter with sexual afterglow. It's highly disturbing."

"I love you too." Steve sounded like he was falling asleep and he broke the connection.

"Fuck. You did not just hang up on me? Hello?" There was a noise like the phone was being picked up or moved. "Shit. Chin? Are you there?"

"Yeah," Chin managed to croak.

"Did you hear all of that?"

"The highlights. I heard the highlights."

"Shit. It's my thumbs. I've got these goofy thumbs and I must have called you by accident. Shit. I am so sorry, but--why didn't you just hang up?"

"I dropped the phone under my bed and it took me a minute to get to it. I was pretty uh--startled."

"Oh," Danny said in that tone of voice that one uses when one does not completely believe the other person, but the alternative is much too embarrassing. "Well, I'm very sorry."

"So, you and Steve, man? That's great." Chin winced at his own falsely chipper tone.

"This was not how I wanted you to find out. Steve is going to have kittens."

"S'okay. See you tomorrow, brah." Chin hung up before it could get any more mortifying. The only upside was that Kono didn't know about Danny and Steve and would be so pissed to be the last to know. He clung to that scrap like it was a scrap of wood floating on the wreckage of the Titanic.

He climbed back into bed and worried. He had no idea how he'd ever be able to look Steve or Danny in the eye every again, but worse than that he knew he'd be flashing back to the phone call anytime he masturbated again. He could imagine Steve naked, crouched over Danny, who was tied down all too clearly. He was so fucked.

Prompt - D/K

[iam-space.livejournal.com]

Danny/Kono - "You know, Kalakaua, if I'd said the things to you that you just said to me, I'd be considered a total perv."

Round Robin!!

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

"What are you wearing?"

Re: Round Robin!!

[patchcat.livejournal.com]

"Shirt, tie, dress pants. Same thing I, a professional, wear to work everyday. What the hell, McGarrett? You go away for a couple days and forget what I look like?"

[germanjj.livejournal.com]

ohh, what a great idea! if anyone could write a danny/steve first time that's happening over the phone...I'd love them forever!

Prompt McDanno

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

Steve gets reactivated, and even though he probably shouldn't, calls Danny when he misses him.

Re: Prompt McDanno

[iam-space.livejournal.com]

(Psssst. Have you seen this? OMFG.)

Long Distance, Steve/Danny, NC-17 (1/3)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I was inspired by imaginarycircus's "What are you wearing" prompt, and I missed the fact she prompted for a round robin. Oops!

***

"So, what are you wearing?" Steve says as soon as Danny picks up the phone.

"Must you go with the cheesy opening lines?" Danny changes lanes and slows the car down. "Hello to you too, Steven. How's LA?"

"It's...brown," Steve says, and even through a tinny phone connection, Danny can hear the dismay in his voice.

"That's called 'smog', my friend."

"I don't like it." Steve sighs, a gust of air cracking over the phone.

"Nobody likes it. How goes the schmoozing?" Danny asks, slowing for a stop sign. "Making good friends with the DEA office over there? Are they going to help us out or what?"

"Yeah, we're all good buddies now." Steve sounds weary.

"You're not schmoozing properly, are you? I told you, I should have been the one to go--"

Steve laughs. "Right. Because you are known the world over for your schmoozing ability."

"Hey, I can schmooze. I can schmooze with the best of them." Steve is still laughing, which should be irksome, but it's not. Truth is, it's good to hear Steve's voice, even though it's only been a few days. And to hear his laughter is even better. Danny presses the phone closer to his ear. "Why is that so funny?"

"Because it is. Are you in the car?"

"Yes," Danny says. "I'm in my car, and I'm driving. Me. Driving my own car. Who would have thought?"

Steve snorts. "You know what? I pray to god you don't have to chase down any suspects while I'm gone, because they'll be out of sight in no time."

"Are you impugning my driving skills?" Danny asks in disbelief.

"Yes. I'm impugning."

"Funny thing," Danny says. "We haven't had a car chase since you left the island. Why is that, Steven? No explosions, either."

"I don't know, it sounds like you're not doing it right."

Danny scowls at the phone. "Yeah. I'll do you right." Which, as a comeback, is about as lame as can be, but there's traffic and spaced-out surfers crossing the street and Danny is getting distracted.

Steve harrumphs over the line. "Back to my first question, Danny. What are you wearing?"

Danny lifts a hand questioningly, then slaps it back down on the steering wheel when the car begins to swerve. "Let me just pull over, okay? And what is with you? What do you think I'm wearing?"

He slows the car as he spots a turnoff directly ahead. It leads to a small, shaded rest area and Danny parks the car under a tree, turning the engine off. If he got into an accident while arguing with Steve on the phone, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Let me guess," Steve muses. "You're in khakis, a button-down shirt, and a tie." He actually sounds wistful.

Danny looks in the rear view mirror and straightens his tie. "Wrong."

Steve is silent for a moment. "Really?"

"Really," Danny confirms.

"You're on your way back from work, right?" Steve asks, puzzlement coming through loud and clear and Danny can just see the little wrinkle forming between his brows.

"Right."

"So then what are you wearing?"

Re: Long Distance, Steve/Danny, NC-17 (2/3)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"A wife-beater and cut-off shorts," Danny tells him.

A sharp intake of breath. "You are not," Steve finally says.

Danny grins. "No, I'm not. Actually, it was 'switch clothes at work' day and I'm wearing one of Kono's bikinis," he says, grin growing wider. "The bright blue one, with the flowers?"

"Oh, hey, that would be a good look for you."

"It is, if I do say so myself." Danny leans back in his seat, relaxing. "What's with you and the cheesy porn lines? And what are you wearing?"

Steve chuckles, and Danny can hear rustling as Steve moves the phone. "Not a bikini," Steve says, and his voice is low now.

"Thank god. Because right now, the picture in my head, it's kind of scary." Danny closes his eyes. "Seriously, I'm curious now. What are you wearing?"

Steve sighs, a deep heavy sigh that ends with a grunt. It's a soft noise, just like the noises he makes in bed, when he's naked and stretched out and naked--

"Oh my god, you're not wearing anything, are you?" Danny asks, sitting up straight. "You, you--is that heavy breathing I hear?"

"Maybe."

"That is definitely heavy breathing. Because I know heavy breathing when I hear it. Please, tell me you didn't call me just to have phone sex?" Danny rubs his forehead. "That is not my thing. I'm more than well enough acquainted with my right hand, and I can wait two more days until I see you again, being that I'm an adult and all and did I mention I'm in my car, you caveman, you?"

"Danny," Steve whispers. "Please--"

Oh yes, Danny knows that voice, knows that breathy whisper. He knows exactly what Steve is doing right now. And he knows just what Steve looks like when he does it.

"Just thinking about last Friday," Steve adds. It all comes out in a rush. "When we--it was really something, you know?"

Danny's face grows warm. "Oh, I know. Believe me, I know. It was--it was good."

Good isn't the word for it--Danny stretched out over Steve's back, buried deep inside of him. They did it slow, so slow, Danny sliding his cock into the slick heat of Steve's body as Steve whispered brokenly beneath him, arms tense as he gripped the edge of the mattress. It was fucking perfect, he could still taste Steve's sweat on his tongue, feel the flex of Steve's shoulders against his chest, naked skin pressed against naked skin--

"You should always be naked, you know that?" Danny says, thinking of how Steve's damp skin gleams in the night, shadowed by swirls of ink. "You should never ever wear clothes, because you, with that body, clothes are just all wrong, you should never cover it up and I love it when you're naked."

Danny sucks in a breath, heart beating fast as he presses his palm over his cock, sliding down over the length of it and he remembers the the slow, easy thrusts, the way Steve tightened around him, a slow steady buildup and god, it was incredible. Steve was incredible, those noises he made, especially when Steve came, he sounded like he was coming apart as he shuddered from head to toe.

Noises just like the noises Steve is making right now, over the phone. "Steven," Danny gasps. "What are you--oh god, you are, aren't you?"

[adriprincess.livejournal.com]

So I don't know if this is allowed, but worth a shot.
-an RPS with Alex/Scott. Scott calls Alex during a break in filming because he's lonely and it turns into something else.

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

anything goes! So yes RPS is allowed ^^.

[sunsaralyn.livejournal.com]

Oh, gosh. Just had a bunny. This one would have to be done ... very carefully. Very, very carefully. But it'd be good if done right.


Grace takes Danno aside and asks him a very uncomfortable question. (You could push this into the future if you wanted, so as to make it more appropriate...) Apparently, she had a nightmare and went into the master bedroom, and caught Rachel having phone sex with Step-Stan. She only heard a little bit, but it's just enough to make Danno very angry. He fumes, does his best to explain -- probably mostly something along the lines of "Something grownups have to worry about, and no, she's okay..."

However, it gives him ideas. Lots and lots of ideas. Involving Steve. He can't get it out of his head, so he tries it. Your choice as to whether it goes well or not, established relationship or not.

[raqs.livejournal.com]

Nice! I heart ur pr0n. :-)

I DID ONE OMG

[gunslingaaahhh.livejournal.com]

posted here because im doing 675467403 things with this one fic alone: http://hawaii5-0slash.livejournal.com/522220.html

Between us, we're strong enough | Danny/Kono/Steve | NC-17

[iam-space.livejournal.com]

Between us, we're strong enough | Danny/Kono/Steve | verrrrrry Adult | 2,673 words | No spoilers/warnings, un-beta'd | Danny's out of town. It's hard when everything he wants and needs is out of his reach.

At my journal. :)

Re: Between us, we're strong enough | Danny/Kono/Steve | NC-17

[sms-recs.livejournal.com]

can I just say, and yes this creeps into TMI territory, this is is probably one out of 4 fics (in all of my fandoms) that I've read and re-read because it is OMGHOT! Your grip on the dynamics of a threesome is amazing and phonesex/dirty talk should be on everyone's kink list. Thank you for writing this! :D <3

Round Robin!

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

"I got a new tattoo."

Danny rolls his eyes. He should have known.

"I have left three days ago, Steven, three days, 72 hours, and you already managed to do something completely reckless. Why am I surprised, I should not be surprised. My parents say hello."

Re: Round Robin!

[stjarna1984.livejournal.com]

"Oh, did I wake them too?"

"No, jackass, only me."

Danny's thumb hovers over the 'end call' button for a moment, but who is he kidding, really, he's already had about eighteen oh-so-knowing looks from his sisters due to the fact that he seems to have started every story since he arrived home with the words "so Steve and I..." - it's a curse.

"It's only, what, midnight there though, right?"

"No, genius, it's 1am. Here in the land of more than one season we have a little thing called Daylight Savings. Tell me about this fucking tattoo so I can go back to sleep."

Prompt - anything goes

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

The amazing wonders of VIDEO CALLS.

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

My god, pleeeease somebody write me someone--anyone (except Ben Bass)--calling Kono on the stupid speakerphone thingy in the car and she lies back in the front seat behind the wheel and jams her fingers between the wheel and the seat and gets herself off to the sound of his/her voice and the rumble of the engine beneath her feet.

pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?

Danny/Steve -- Sexting really isn't all it's made out to be

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

(So my take on sexting between Danny and Steve, which really isn't all that sexting at all but I was started and I like writing drabbles (each are exactly 100 words) so yeah. Please forgive me.)

**

Hey so I’m in bed, can’t sleep. Was wondering what you’re doing. I know I could call but if I call then we’ll start bickering and I’ll lose track of what I want to say, you do that to me Danny you know? Even when I text I do it, see. Anyway. If you come by to pick me up tomorrow morning, come in right away, the door will be unlocked. I’ll make myself late on purpose so you can join me in the shower. You owe me a blowjob and I’m getting it before work tomorrow. Bring coffee, too.

-

I am so fucking tired of you running from your paperwork, Steve, you come back this instant to Five-0 and you fill your forms and you do it nice and without complaining otherwise that thing I told you about with the edible paint and all? It’s not happening, and you’ll have to find someone else to fuck into the mattress tonight. Or in the shower. Or over the kitchen table. Or – fuck, fine, you’ll still get to fuck me but I will not shut up once while we’re at it if you don’t come back and take your fucking responsibilities.

-

You are the biggest tease on the planet Danny. I can’t believe you ripped your pants and walked around all day like that, with a hole at the back, I could see your ass when you bent down. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to bend you over the hood of the car all fucking day? I’ll do it one day, I’ll fuck you nice and slow until you come over the hood of your Camaro. It’s a promise, Danny. I always keep my promises, you know that right? Don’t worry, we won’t ding her. I promise.

-

How was the swim? I went to get breakfast while you’re out at sea so leaving you a text so you don’t worry. You have no idea how gorgeous you look out there, I’m lucky I’m wearing one of your old shorts and not my pants because they’d never hide how hard you make me. Can’t help it, I think of all those muscles and I could come in my underwear, ridiculous. We should fuck in the sea one of these days. Give it a shot. I know what I said about the sea. The things I do for you…

-

So I know you’ve find the porn in my old room when you went snooping the other day. When I ask you over to help me DIY it’s not so you can go snooping, Danny, you hear me? But since you found it I thought maybe we should watch some together. If you want. I mean, I’d like that. I’m curious to know what else than me makes you twitch and makes you hard. I really want to watch you get off...Lose control, and all that. Because you’re fucking hot when you come. What are you into? Lesbian, group, gay?

-

By the way. I am home, I am going to get in the shower, jerk off, have some pizza, jerk off some more and then sleep. It makes me feel like a teenager and you’re to blame. I hope you think about your actions, Steve, because whatever you’ve been told, a cleaning supplies closet during an active case is not a good place for a quickie. And the fact that Kono walked in on us is proof enough. Now I’m really horny and you’ve got Mary around so I can’t even come in your mouth. Life is fucking unfair sometimes.

Re: Danny/Steve -- Sexting really isn't all it's made out to be

[iam-space.livejournal.com]

I love these! I may have to think of a few to add myself! (And I love how neither of them txtspks. I can understand why, but I kinda hate it when people forget how to spell and shit.)

Back-up Call, Steve/Danny

[tailoredshirt.livejournal.com]

I wasn't inspired by a specific prompt, but this post made me dig out a half-finished fic I was working on. I finished it up and posted it to my journal:

Back-up Call | Steve/Danny | Steve calls Danny from a sperm bank. He needs a little help.

[cm757.livejournal.com]

Steve/Kono or Danny/Kono phonesex. Up to you if it goes bad, although I prefer it goes great. any time, any place.

Have fun!