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&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

#let's get silly #fodder.

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*sees monster w/ sharp teeth and even sharper claws* ohhh i can’t NOT let it fuck me

#romance

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sorry didn't mean to moan like that when you stabbed me

#:/

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The peak was a small one, probably thanks to him having been asleep, but it’s still meant that he’s woken up already slightly overstimulated, making sounds not dissimilar to sleepy little whimpers under Teddy’s treatment of him. He’d been having such a nice dream — and his dreams are so rarely nice — but he doesn’t mind being roused from it, considering the reality he’s been faced with.

“Shhhut…up.” They both know he doesn’t mean it; it’s just the best rebuttal that comes to mind. Jean likes it when Teddy sweet talks him while they’re fucking, even if it sometimes feels a little patronising. Maybe especially when it feels a little patronising — like he’s being patted on the head and reassured that this is all he needs to think about right now. Being good. Feeling good. Making him feel good.

“I didn’t…” he inhales, squirming, trying to feel more, “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Where there's normally a lot of babbling and nattering from Jean, who loves to talk even when it's better that he just hush up and enjoy the moment, there's instead a gentle symphony of murmurs and sighs. While Teddy loves the sound of Jean's voice as it breaks under the attention he's giving him, he's just as fond of his quiet mumbles of pleasure.

Eventually, Jean's brought to the land of the living by an orgasm, probably the best way to wake up, and Jean's confused and slightly panicked expression quickly melts again, before Teddy can be sorry. Even better, he grips his forearms, leaving no room for ambiguity that he wants more.

"Morning, Jean~ Did you have a pleasant sleep?" Don't say that while you're balls-deep in the guy, bro.

#bleedinghearth #ic. #nsft.

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No response. At least, not to his words. His actions get plenty; Jean sighs and pants, making little sounds of bliss whenever Teddy hits him just right. Usually, he blabbers a little when he’s being fucked, even when it’s this slow and gentle - he does like it this way, casual and slightly sleepy, though he’s been hard-wired to think sex needs to feel like he’s being used like some discardable toy - but now he’s far quieter.

It doesn't last forever. Teddy hasn’t done anything wrong - in fact, the very opposite. It’s not a harsh movement or sound that stirs him, but pleasure, as he moans a little louder than he had before, clenching around Teddy’s cock. His eyes open. There is, of course, a split second of panic, as he wakes up in a situation he hadn’t expected to wake up in; but he quickly sees that it’s Teddy, that they’re in their bedroom, and remembers that this was something he explicitly asked for.

Instead of trying to get away, or asking him to stop, his eyes roll back and then flutter closed, and he grips onto Teddy’s forearms as though to make damn sure he keeps going. “Oh…fuck. God. Teddy-”

Saying his name, even though he's dead asleep. It warms his heart, makes it swell, and he flushes, heat radiating off him even more aggressively than before. His collar is a deep russet, almost ruddy-dark, from how ferociously he's blushing from Jean's sweet words.

He presses up, moves to touch but never quite makes it, and for only a heartbeat, he rests his hand on Jean's, before going right back to grasping his hips, holding him steady as he ruts into him.

"Yes, my love?" he asks despite himself, just testing the water, seeing if he's even aware of what he's saying.

#ic. #oops long #nsft. #bleedinghearth #somno /

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call him jesus the way i make him bred and whine

HELP

#JLKFSJDGLKJSDG

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#THINKS. #nsft. #desires.

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The new sensations fade into the background, and Jean no longer seems quite so close to the precipice of consciousness. If anything, he definitely seems to be dreaming; his breathing picks up, his fingers drag against the covers, and he occasionally mumbles things that sound an awful lot like Teddy's name. He moves, too, though it can be felt more than it can be seen, his hips lifting just slightly to press into Teddy's, wanting more without even knowing it.

When Teddy drags against him, sending bolts of pleasure to his sleeping brain, he moans softly, and mumbles again: "Mm- T'ddy..." One hand moves in response as though to settle between his legs, but he doesn't quite get that far, laying it instead on his midriff.

He often is in a mood, but so rarely is that mood strong enough to push him to ask. This, at least, was easier than using his words.

Cute. He's only vaguely aware of what's going on, and as such, he rumbles with delight, chuffing at the little noise that escapes him. He presses his lips against his neck, their chests touching, his hips rolling and grinding, rather than thrusting as he would if Jean were fully awake.

He's passive, and it's delightfully refreshing, for Jean to be completely relaxed under him, where he's often tense, though with pleasure instead of fear or apprehension. His head kisses his cervix, and again, as he pulls back enough for the fringe at the back thereof to scrape against his g-spot, as if he's not driven his crazy enough already.

"You were in a mood tonight, eh? Wanted somethin' else to warm you up besides the covers? You're so cute."

#ic. #bleedinghearth #nsft. #somno / #WHO KNOCKED THIS MAN OU

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Good boy. If only he could have heard that - maybe he did, on some level. He shivers under Teddy's ministrations, though the closeness has brought up his temperature. At some point, he brings up his hand to brush against the place Teddy last kissed, as though to bat away something trying to disturb his sleep.

Finally, as Teddy sinks into him, sound is drawn from his lips - a breath given voice, almost a mewl. He doesn't know what his body is doing, he can't know what his body is doing, but he spreads his legs wider as though to grant Teddy access to a place he's already laid claim to, maybe to invite him deeper. It's a new experience; even when he's with Teddy, Jean being awake means he's always holding tension, always has a spring ready to be sprung. Now, he's perfectly pliant, open, giving.

He likes it like this. Giving. Teddy shouldn't even have to ask - wouldn't have to, if it were up to Jean. If it weren't for the cold, he would sleep naked every night, just to make sure he's always there for the taking. He likes being there for the taking.

"Good boy," he purrs, soft, a whisper as he pulls away from his chest, to kiss his jaw, his neck, across his collar, towards his chest again, kissing the big, ragged scar in the center, even though its origin is foggy to him, he still treats it with reverence.

Another grind...another, and then, he slips inside, Jean's arousal and his own lubrication enough to make the act easy and smooth, one swift motion, and he stays there, gently rolling his pubic bone into Jean's, rubbing against his bud, bodies so close they're nearly touching, his heat bleeding into Jean's cold.

#ic. #bleedinghearth #nsft. #somno /

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It's deep. Teddy would be forgiven for wondering if Jean had woken at some point, and was pretending to be unconscious in the name of enjoying the experience to its fullest, or of humouring him, but his breathing is too even, his body too relaxed. His skin comes alive when Teddy focuses his attention where he's most sensitive, his neck, his chest, his ribs, and a soft little gasp pulls in through his lips, just barely parted - but he stays under.

Maybe he's dreaming. Maybe he's dreaming of Teddy doing exactly this, and so what he's feeling doesn't come as enough of a surprise to jar him awake. Right now, the balance doesn't seem so fine; but Teddy is being gentle, careful, and Jean really is just asleep. A single wrong move could easily change that.

The little adjustments in his expression bring him pause, but then he resumes, one hand crawling up to toy at his chest, a thumbclaw running over the bar through his nipple; the nipple itself. The other, naturally, is played with by his mouth, teeth very, very tenderly closing on it, lips surrounding it to gently suck, even though nothing exists there to produce.

It's purely teasing, all of it. Further up, now, to stroke his neck with his other hand, and then trail gentle claws down to dig into his ribs, but never pierce, only pull.

And all the while, rolling and grinding the belly of his shaft between his legs, getting him ready for what's next. Seeing how much stimulation he can endure while unconscious, to check how deep the sleep is.

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The cat ears were not the invitation. They were the thing he knew would ensure that Teddy took a second look at him, if only to figure out what he had on his head, in turn making it likelier that he saw the offer laid out for him. It may have been unconventional, but it worked.

Jean's brows pull together, his eyes moving under his lids as Teddy so agonisingly draws his tongue from within him, and starts to explore further. It's clear he definitely at least took a heavy hit of melatonin, as Teddy tastes up his stomach, his chest. All the reaction he gets is a soft mumble, a turn of his head to rest on the opposite cheek...shifting his legs to open them wider, no matter how (quite literally) unconscious the action might have been.

Good, he's opening up. Of course he is. He asked for this, however silently and subtly, though the cat ears were a nice touch. An adorable one, even. He sets the tube aside, and gently grasps Jean's thighs, burying his tongue in him, and getting a big, deep whiff of his scent.

And purring. It's a rumble against him, only brief, but he presses up and in, getting a good, long taste. Then, he pulls his tongue out, as if to tease him, and wets his lips, before dragging it over his abdomen and chest, humming with delight, hands crawling up his body.

#ic. #bleedinghearth #somno / #nsft.

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The tip of Teddy's tongue pressing into him gets no reaction, but Teddy knows exactly what he's doing. After only a few seconds of the attention being lavished upon him, Jean sighs, the slow, steady breathing of sleep picking up. It's a barely noticeable change, but he seems just a little more restless as he gets wetter against Teddy's tongue, more receptive, as he so gently opens him up.

He's still careful and gentle even though Jean's given his consent in the most obvious way he knows how, and Teddy, once he's stiff, ready, and thoroughly lubricated, proceeds to, rather than dive straight in, give him a good bout of foreplay first. He's ducking his head down, and his tongue slithers out to pry him apart and slip inside, the fronds at the back playing at his bud while the fringed tip presses up into his G-spot, a chuff still rumbling in his throat.

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That he's given Teddy such easy access when there's usually at least four layers of fabric and duvet between his skin and the open air is a clear mark of consent in itself. And he's not the deepest sleeper, but he's deep enough that he only stirs very slightly when Teddy looms above him, kisses him, as the bed shifts with his weight. He's probably not above taking something to ensure he's not woken too easily, having clearly planned this in advance.

Carefully, so as not to disturb him, he straddles him, kissing his jaw, and then, visual consent given, he disrobes himself, and one hand teases downward, playing at the inside of his own thigh to get himself worked up, the nightstand eased open to pull out the lube. It's held in one hand to get warmed up, a low, comforting chuff rolling in his chest.

#nsft. #ic. #somno / #bleedinghearth

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It's so rarely warm enough for him to sleep on top of the covers, let alone without clothes. His ass is out. His tits are out. This is an opportunity that simply cannot be passed up.

Oh, would you look at that. He's all dolled up and nowhere to go. He's coming in hot. Not like he can come in cold, anyway.

#ic. #bleedinghearth #put on the cat ears emo boy

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Fell asleep wearing only his cat ears. It would be such a shame if someone took advantage of this (with sane and explicit prior consent).

#cat ears was originally socks but it begged to be changed #ic. #somno /

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I woke up at 5 am from a nightmare, made this, then passed out again

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people have had sex with this thing

#i cant even bear it.. #ooc.