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Morgue has me thinking about sex pollen

marchandmodeste

look we can do this two ways the way I see it:

Duke discovers a new elixir with unexpected side effects, accidentally spills it everywhere

Customer brings him a strange type of mushroom to trade, it releases spores

Either way....I think it'd be fun....

Ethan's hand jerks, a response to pain he can't help. Only the Duke's hand keeps him in place for that split second before Ethan can force himself to keep still. The stinging burn makes his fingers twitch. It is a pinprick of sensation that spreads from where the flame dances against his skin outwards across his hand. He has to close his eyes; he can handle the feeling, but Ethan doesn't think he can sink into the pain while watching it happen.

Heat sends signals rushing through his nervous system to push everything out of his brain. None of the background noise is important. Everything is hushed by the loud sensation of burning sending warnings through his body to get away, to heal, that he is in danger. Ethan tries to sink into that feeling until the has him starting to feel too detached; like he might collapse or float away.

"St-" Fuck. He snaps his mouth shut and frowns before trying again, properly. "Please stop." Green eyes peek open and the world feels like it slides back into place around him as something more solid than it had been a moment ago.

The Duke's grip tightens as soon as he feels Ethan's muscles twitch. While Ethan can't bring himself to look, the Duke can, with the detached fascination of a scientist. The smell fascinates him as well, just slightly different enough from the smell of burning meat and hair to hint at Ethan's particular predicament.

When Ethan asks him to stop, it takes the Duke a second to react.

"Ah- Of course. Say no more!"

The Duke cheerfully flicks the zippo closed with a satisfying click and pockets it.

"How does it feel?" He knows the answer, to some degree, but it's always good to ask. "If you need something to heal your wounds, it'll be complimentary, of course."

tip: you can just grab the Duke's belly. you can do it.

the duke's warm smile settles deep in mark's chest. sometimes, he forgets how nice it is to be smiled at so fondly. then again, he doesn't think the duke's ever been anything but kind to him. it's nice this way.

there's another grin, this time much softer. he's got the go-ahead, after all. his hands press deeper into the flesh, like he's some sort of cat. " there we go. what a beautiful sound. " there's an idle thought that bubbles up in mark's head— what other sounds could he get the duke to make? are they as lovely as this specific moan? are they lovelier? call it natural curiosity.

" and that's quite a shame, my friend. if i were you, i'd use my influence to have hands on my stomach at all times. " not as himself, though. the idea of being constantly touched (and by strangers, no less!) makes his own skin crawl. " but it's a good thing i'm here, yeah? i'd hate to think that someone might take advantage of you. " it's a soft tease, mark's eyes glimmering up at the duke.

"Is this your way of asking if you can be my full-time live-in masseuse?" The Duke closes his eyes, humming. "Because I have been considering..." Mark squeezes a roll of flesh and the Duke interrupts his own sentence with a soft "Oh, that's heavenly. Do that again."

The Duke can't help himself- his face goes a bit pink at being praised for the sounds he makes. He looks away and playfully swats a hand in Mark's direction.

"You old flatterer," he says.

Mark's hands press harder now, like he's trying to find where the Duke's buried his muscles.

"Perish the thought," the Duke jokes.

Another moan of pleasure- he swears he's not doing it on purpose. The Duke is the opposite to Mark- he doesn't always crave touch but when he does he craves it to excess. He wishes in that moment that there were two of Mark, maybe more- enough hands to make him feel like clay on a potter's bench being formed into a great work of art.

"Don't feel restricted to the stomach alone," he sighs. "You're doing a wonderful job, and I know there's a lot of it...but your hands are welcome to explore further. Anywhere."

@diedindulvey [ x ]

The Duke takes a step back, admiring his handiwork.

"Indeed I have." He pulls the other side of the rope, which feeds through a pulley bolted to the ceiling and starts to lift Ethan up. "Back when the area was a bit more populated, this rig got quite a lot of use. But do let me know if you start to feel afraid of heights."

After a couple tugs, the Duke and Ethan are at eye level.

"Thank you for being so obliging while I was tying you up." The Duke puts a finger under his chin and pulls Ethan closer. He smiles, his nose wrinkling just a bit. "You remind me of a lamb roast- stripped and trussed up and ready to be devoured."

If pain is a way to tell he's alive, this village is filled with assurances that the revelation after Miranda ripped his heart out was bullshit. Then again, he's still standing. He's one of the few things left in the village that is. He can think and feel and what else can he describe himself as of not alive? Ethan doesn't know and thinking about it hurts his head in a much less clarifying way than the burn.

"Yeah." Already, the burn is smaller than it was a second ago. Healing. Itchy, but maybe it's just how anxious knowing his body can do this- that he's not human. He sucks in a steadying breath and nods. "Everything is too loud, but I think that stopped it." Too many things dancing along the periphery of his attention. Every single thing connected to the megamycete that's now carrying his own strange infection. He holds his arm out to the Duke again. "Please?"

"Good, good."

The Duke ashes the end of the cigar, then pulls the zippo lighter from his pocket, flicking the end with a practiced nonchalance.

"Ah, of course. Since you said please...but more than one in a row and even I start to get lightheaded," he admits. "No matter. There are other things that burn, if you wish."

He takes Ethan's hand again and holds the lighter under it.

"Tell me when to stop." He lowers his voice. "Say please."

@greedything cont.

listen, when you've known someone for a while, you end up sleeping together. not in that way, you know. there have been plenty of times where mark has used the duke as a bed (his pleasure, of course, and mark isn't rude). his eyes are soft as he looks up at the duke from his position (and really, he doesn't want to stop looking away from the way his fingers knead in the duke's stomach, have to speak over the sound of the duke's purring).

there's a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. " i thought it'd be too much to ask for. " and it really is as simple as that. " it's nice. feels like i'm about to prepare something sweet. " a thought, his hands resting against the duke's belly. " if you aren't comfortable with this, you can tell me. y'won't hurt my feelings. "

The Duke and Mark have the same approach to intimacy- it can happen anywhere, with anyone, unburdened by any deeper meaning. Not to say there's any coldness between them. The Duke meets Mark's gaze with a warm smile. Mark has such lovely eyes.

"Never too much to ask for, my friend," he says. Mark kneads a sensitive spot close to his navel and the Duke can't stop himself from moaning with pleasure.

"Oh, on the contrary," he exhales. "I'm more than comfortable. I love a good belly massage. I have a hard time keeping my own hands off the damn thing sometimes."

☾ raunchy action prompts.

back again with more usfw prompts. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[01.] sender bends receiver over a desk and fucks them from behind.

[02.] sender presses receiver against a window and takes them from behind.

[03.] sender lifts receiver onto the kitchen counter and spreads their legs.

[04.] sender pulls receiver onto their lap in the backseat of a car, fogging up the windows.

[05.] sender fucks receiver against a wall, holding a leg up to support them.

[06.] sender and receiver have sex in a tent while camping, trying to stay quiet.

[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies.

[08.] sender pulls receiver into a mating press, folding them in half.

[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl.

[10.] sender pins receiver against a wall and fucks them in standing doggy position.

[11.] sender fucks receiver with their ankles on sender's shoulders.

[12.] sender and receiver have desperate sex in an expensive hotel room.

[13.] sender holds receiver tight as they bend them over a balcony late at night.

[14.] sender pushes receiver's face into the pillow while pounding them from behind.

[15.] sender fucks receiver with one arm wrapped around their head in a loose headlock.

[16.] sender slaps receiver in the face.

[17.] sender holds both of receiver's wrists in one hand.

[18.] sender grips receiver's jaw and forces them to maintain eye contact.

[19.] sender hooks their fingers into receiver's mouth, forcing it open wider.

[20.] sender writes their name on receiver's skin with marker.

[21.] sender fucks receiver's throat until spit runs down their chin.

[22.] sender uses their fingers to muffle receiver's moans.

[23.] sender makes receiver count every thrust out loud.

[24.] sender forces receiver to thank them after every thrust/slap/hit.

[25.] sender holds receiver's jaw and makes them repeat "i'm yours" while buried inside of them.

[26.] sender leaves bruises on receiver's thighs from their tight grip.

[27.] sender manhandles receiver into a new position.

[28.] sender makes receiver grind against their shoe/boot.

[29.] sender keeps receiver on their knees with a boot between their thighs.

[30.] sender pulls receiver into the laundry room at a house party, barely drowned out by the blaring music.

[31.] sender fucks receiver in the club/bar bathroom, listening for footsteps just outside the door.

[32.] sender makes receiver watch themselves in the mirror while being fucked.

[33.] sender holds receiver's head back by the hair and lets a string of spit fall into their mouth.

[34.] sender grips receiver's hips and guides them to ride their thigh.

[35.] sender releases and reapplies pressure around receiver's neck as they edge closer to climax.

[36.] sender spanks receiver for their disobedience.

[37.] sender and receiver have aggressive hate sex.

[38.] sender accidentally says "i love you" during sex.

[39.] sender, fully clothed, fucks a naked receiver.

[40.] sender rips receiver's clothes while feverishly trying to undress them.

❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜

"Who's to say," the Duke asks, faux-coy. He hooks a finger under Mark's chin and tilts it upward until they're more or less making eye contact. "It all depends on what you want me to do to you. What I may or may not be afraid of is, of course, irrelevant...the customer is always right."

#runecast #his sex voice and his customer service voice are the same voice...#( messages )

[ SQUEEZE ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. (you know what? the duke needs and deserves some belly worship)

The Duke lets out a long, contented groan and lays on his side like a spoiled housecat. His belly spills out of his disheveled shirt, filling the space between them, practically begging for the attention. And Mark has eagerly taken the invitation. A few good gropes and squeezes have the merchant practically purring with delight.

"You've wanted to do this for a while now, haven't you?" He sighs, draping the arm that isn't folded under his head over his side. "I can't say I blame you."

#GOD BLESS #( messages )#runecast

It's probably Ethan's fault for not being sure whether or not this is a joke until after pain radiates out from his arm, pulling a startled shout from him. His arm tenses and his hand balls into a fist. His other hand finds the Duke's wrist, but. Ethan doesn't try to pull the merchant away.

As Ethan breathes through the sensation it shifts. It still hurts. His instincts are telling him to remove it. But it becomes something almost cold. Something that fades every other sensation and thought to a quiet background murmur. Something he can almost convince himself to relax into. By the time it's pulled away he almost misses the feeling.

His laugh is a little breathy as he looks at his arm. "Did, uh-" There's a mark alright: a round, angry, red indent in the skin circled by black singe. His grip slips away from the Duke, he can't stop himself from touching the new burn. Pressing until it makes him hiss and pull away. "....are you gonna try again? To see if it's consistent?" He doesn't know if he's eager for that or not.

The feeling of Ethan grabbing his wrist, his fingers barely able to wrap halfway around it, makes the merchant almost want to laugh.

"A little pain is good for you," the Duke purrs. "It's another way to tell you're alive."

In the Duke's head, he feels the shock of pain going through Ethan, the primal immediate thought too loud to drown out. Pity he didn't make any noise out loud. Maybe on the second burn, or the third, if Ethan lets him...

"Only if you want me to, Mr. Winters," he says. "It is your body, after all, remarkable as it is."

@diedindulvey [ x ]

The Duke lightly strokes Ethan's arm, from the elbow down to the wrist, with the tip of his finger. He makes a note of how relatively smooth the skin is- Ethan is a man who isn't used to physical labour, to working outside. He and the Duke very much have that in common.

"Nothing fatal." Said with a sly glint to reassure Ethan it's all in good fun- at least, to the Duke, anyway. He holds his cigar up towards Ethan, the cherry still sizzling.

"I want to see what kind of mark this leaves," he says. With quick dexterity, he presses the end of the cigar to Ethan's flesh. "Don't be afraid to scream. In fact, that might make it more fun."

[ TOY + reverse ] ; the sender receiver uses a sex toy on the receiver sender. (Ok but can the toy be a cigar; your burn play thought interests me xD) - @diedindulvey because side blog

The Duke sighs heavily, looking over Ethan's body, appraising it. He takes Ethan's hand, gently, turning it over.

"Quite a remarkable degree of healing," he purrs. He smirks, exhaling a long trail of cigar smoke. "Some of it is likely thanks to my miraculous products, no doubt, but....regardless, I wonder exactly how far it goes."

He taps the end of his cigar over the ashtray.

"Roll your sleeve up for me, hm?"

#( messages )#diedindulvey #weeheeheeeeee

♡ SPICY ACTION PROMPTS ;

send a word for a starter ! add a ♡ to reverse the role ! or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested ! you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. )

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[ BEG ] ; the sender begs the receiver to touch them.

[ BEHIND ] ; the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[ BITE ] ; the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body.

[ BONDAGE ] ; the sender ties the receiver up.

[ CHOKE ] ; the sender chokes the receiver.

[ COLLAR ] ; the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[ CUT ] ; the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[ DEGRADE ] ; the sender degrades the receiver.

[ DENY ] ; the sender denies the receivers orgasm.

[ DOUBLE ] ; the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[ EAR ] ; the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[ GAG ] ; the sender gags the receiver.

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[ HICKEY ] ; the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[ HUMILIATE ] ; the sender humiliates the receiver.

[ KITTEN ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[ KISS ] ; the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[ KNIFE ] ; the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[ MASTURBATE ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[ MORNING ] ; the sender wakes the receiver up with sex.

[ MOUTH ] ; the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth.

[ ORAL ] ; the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[ PET NAME ] ; the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[ PIN ] ; the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[ PRAISE ] ; the sender praises the receiver.

[ PUBLIC ] ; the sender touches the receiver in public.

[ PULL ] ; the sender pulls the receivers hair.

[ PUPPY ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[ RIM ] ; the sender gives the receiver a rimjob.

[ SCRATCH ] ; the sender scratches the receivers back.

[ SLAP ] ; the sender slaps the receivers face.

[ SPIT ] ; the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face.

[ SMACK ] ; the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.

[ SOFA ] ; the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa.

[ SPANK ] ; the sender spanks the receiver.

[ SQUEEZE ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver.

[ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap.

[ STRAP ] ; the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on.

[ TIE ] ; the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[ TOY ] ; the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.

[ WHIP ] ; the sender whips the receiver.

BLOOD KINK PROMPTS

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion. general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there.

[ CUT ] for sender to use a knife on receiver, making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.

[ SLIT ] for receiver to use a knife on sender, making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.

[ BITE ] for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex.

[ BITTEN ] for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex.

[ CLING ] for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood.

[ TASTE ] for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.

[ TASTED ] for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.

[ SAMPLE ] for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger.

[ SAMPLED ] for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger.

[ TAKE ] sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand.

[ TAKEN ] receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand.

[ CONSUME ] sender needs to feed on human blood, receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of.

[ CONSUMED ] receiver needs to feed on human blood, sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of.

[ OFFERING ] sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them.

[ OFFERED ] receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them.

[ GIVE ] sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean.

[ GIVEN ] receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean.

[ MUFFLED ] for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood.

[ MUFFLING ] for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood.

[ DRINK ] sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts.

[ DRINKING ] receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts.

[ SAVOR ] sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ SAVORING ] receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ] sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral.

[ PAINED ] receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.

saccharine-prince

soft doms>>>>

Doms that take their time with you, who need to please you. Doms who notice a position isn't working for you so they move you into a new one so they can hit your sweet spot better. Doms who want and need you to cum for them. Doms who want you crying from pleasure not pain. Doms who get pleasure just from watching you get off. Doms who gently kiss your shoulders and back while they fuck you from behind. Doms who hold you and let you grind against them. Soft doms>>>>

#Yes!#( musings )

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

The Duke huffs, half laughing, half panting. It's frustrating sometimes, he thinks, that even with Zora pressed right up to his body there's still so much space between them.

"Come closer," he whispers, pulling them towards his face with one of his big hands.

#( messages )#suggestiveartgeek

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