#prosciutto prompts

[wawek]

I never liked to travel and i dont have much drive to see new places, like the pictures are ok with me for the most part. But if i had a way to travel id do it for food. Like if i was a dnd character and i had to have a motivation to go adventuring itd be trying different foods... it blows my mind how many ingredients ill never get to try

[periwinkla]

Final NRMT poster with all panels! Print here <3 Did anyone notice... anything about the bottom right panel? It's not too obvious but I wanted it to at least be noticeable within the poster itself that something is... 'off' if you compared it with the other panels. And there's a reason. Honestly it's just about a silly headcanon of mine, and it is also a silly way for me to include it but... I'm silly myself. Under the cut, the hanakotoba notes for the flower panel... and other stuff. The other stuff isn't important really but it was funny for me.

Already talked about this in the flower panel post - but these are the main things I took into consideration when choosing the flowers:

3 sunflowers specifically mean 'I love you' - so I also added 3 chrysanthemums to complement them. By the by, among other things, sunflowers mean 'passion', 'love', 'adoration', 'I only have eyes for you' - while white chrysanthemums mean 'truth'. Red chrysanthemums signify 'love' but I opted against them in favor of the following flowers.

The small blue flowers are forget-me-nots, which, other than the obvious, mean 'true love' in hanakotoba. 

The pink flowers are Japanese primroses ('sakurasou' - they get their name because of their resemblance to cherry blossoms), which mean 'first love', 'longing', 'purity', 'youthful love', 'the beginning of youth and sadness'...

Also, here the nmweek24 tag on the blog to see the posts for the individual panels with additional info/behind the scenes: https://periwinkla.tumblr.com/tagged/nmweek24 note: there are a few minor adjustments I made for the final poster compared to the individual panels (you probably won't even be able to see them honestly) ---Sentimental story time--- The reason I wanted to do something special for nrmt week was because tomorrow (the 8th) will mark the day I first started playing AA1. And I'm so happy I got into it! Funny story: my first exposure to AA was the anime (almost 10 years ago!) I got to the end of the first 12ish episodes, obviously was very confused because it's not meant to be consumed by someone who didn't play the games, and promptly abandoned ship and forgot all about it. Completely. I even forgot I had watched it! until I got to Turnabout Goodbyes because I had a vague recollection of having seen the boat photo. But other than that, complete oblivion (my memory is quite terrible in general). Basically, last year I had finished Detective Pikachu 1 and wanted something similar because I usually play classic jrpgs and needed a change of pace... AA1 was my choice. As I mentioned, I remembered absolutely nothing from the anime (I had no idea Mia died, so, imagine the shock). I went completely blind till I finished with AJ and AAI1-2. Honestly, it's a beautiful experience when you play games without knowing anything about them. It feels like the good old days. I absolutely don't believe that study that says spoilers don't spoil the experience. Also I find it nice that I got into nrmt without outside prompt, because I find it funny that my brain needed to play through 6 games in order to see it. I seem to have prosciutto on my eyes (Italian idiom). In my defense I usually don't look for romance in stories and ship stuff unless it's very obvious. Nrmt comes too close to it to ignore. Ok, end of nostalgic sentimentality. ...And here's the 'other stuff': This print was the thing I said I had hidden 'in plain sight'. It has been on the print shop since... Thursday. 'It was there all along'-well more like half-along really <3

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Can i request like la squadra and their s/o but they are the complete opposite of them?

Like Risotto is stoic and his s/o is emotional or Ghiaccio who is short tempered and his s/o is calm and very nice

ooh this is actually a very cool prompt to write - personality descriptions in prompts make writing feel way less daunting but I understand if readers may not like a less applicable reader. Oh well, gonna write anyways.

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Formaggio

You're finicky, on-edge, and I suppose a bit of a perfectionist(?)...maybe "control freak" is a better way to word it? Either way, you need things to go right, perfectly as you plan.

Not to say Formaggio is careless, but he does things on-the-go (you telling me he planned to jump into the sewers?) and doesn't mind if things get messy.

You two are each other's reasonable thoughts. If you think one of his ideas is too risky and need him to weigh the consequences he'll listen to you completely, and in return he opens you up to just...letting some things happen.

He eases your anxieties when they're excessive, but is beyond attracted to your work ethic and smarts. He'll hold your hands and listen to your every idea if you'll listen to his.

Illuso

Soft-spoken and definitely not a confident one, it's difficult for most people to look at you two and understand how you could've ever gotten together in the first place. Maybe you even have these doubts yourself.

But he never lets you feel those doubts for long. At first he honestly probably wasn't the nicest! But when you managed to capture his heart and hints of a connection began to show, he allowed himself to slow down a bit and really understand you. Care about you.

And when you feel anxious about the relationship, he always reminds you how much he loves you (take it sexually if you want, but I don't mean it like that). Just...only in the mirror world. Trust me, he's not embarrassed about loving you, it's just more comfortable for both of you. His image and your nerves.

In the privacy of his own safe world, he doesn't need to worry about how vulnerable he is, and he can praise and encourage you as much as you need. A moment for him to feel softer and you to feel stronger.

Prosciutto

You must be Pesci's twin or something - difference is he isn't as harsh with you. Sensitive and a follower, not a leader, maybe you feel security in Prosciutto's straightforward, no-nonsense demeanor.

Prosciutto is good at seeing the strengths in someone and raising their confidence as we see in canon, and he surely does it with you. He can see how gentle and well-meaning you are in everything you do and he reminds you of your greatness whenever you fear being "too soft"

In turn you offer the quiet he needs sometimes. He is relatively fine with spending a life alone, but a balance of peace and your company is better than he could've imagined. And don't worry about not being good at comforting others with words, he was never one to enjoy that kind of comfort anyways.

I don't know how else to end this section so....imagine him holding your hand :) DO IT NOW

Pesci

If someone were to describe you, they sure would call you brave, headstrong, and....maybe not the brightest? You aren't stupid! You just...aren't the smartest, and it's very clear. However, your open nature makes it easy for Pesci to talk to you.

You see the sides of Pesci that a lot of people take way too long to notice, like how observant and clever he can be. You don't see him as too soft, you know that he takes his job as seriously as he can.

While his meeker nature doesn't do much to dilute your chaos, he never feels bad about it! You're the light of his life, and honestly he really looks up to you!

If you want to stand up for him when his teammates pick on him, go ahead! I mean, the only thing you'll achieve is becoming their second target, but uh....maybe it's a bonding opportunity?? Even if nothing comes from it, he will love you forever.

Melone

What a fucking prude you are. A prude based on NOTHING. My goodness. Were you a sheltered child perhaps? Jokes aside it's a miracle you two can stand each other. Melone isn't picky with partners but someone like you? You're so incompatible at first that the gang assumed he had other plans for chasing you.

Emphasis on at first. Maybe you were a challenge to him, a "passion project" to see how much he could open you up one way or another. I can't say which ways it worked or not, that's for your own interpretation, but in time you became the most annoying couple the team had ever seen.

If you weren't teasing each other, you were bickering in a tease-y way. And if you weren't bickering, Melone was teaching you some sciencey shit in a voice so syrupy sweet that Ghiaccio's practically retching.

Maybe you try to flip the script, try to pick his brain and open him up like he tries to do to you; oh you're lucky he loves you so much, you're the one person he will do anything for.

Ghiaccio

Growing up the way he did, he learned that everything about him is wrong, and everyone is a threat at worst, liability at best. Even you, with your patient smile and kind words and....how you actually...listened to him rant.

He's scared of you, then pissed at you, then so confused by you he doesn't know what to do. If you didn't make the first move then a relationship just isn't happening. While he's the more assertive of you two, you'll have to do the heavy lifting just that once.

Falling for a person so different is easier, but maintaining the relationship is harder on his end, I'm not even going to lie. Sometimes he's frustrated by your unconditional love, sometimes there's a savior-like feeling he has about you, sometimes he fears these ever-changing feelings, and tried to distance himself from you. But you...always help him through it.

And don't think it's only you changing him, he also encourages you to stand up for yourself, to speak your mind, to put your own mask on first sometimes. (insert italian screaming)

Risotto

He's not emotionless, at least...he doesn't like to think so. But in this line of work he needs to keep a tight lip and blank stare. Something he's perfected. So when he watches you openly sob at a movie, curled against his body as you sniffle and choke, he doesn't get moved to the same extent.

Do you get to see Risotto's true emotions? Yes...in time. You've both got targets tattooed to your back, so if he ever thinks it's safe enough to get close to you to the point of being openly emotional, it's because you've spent several YEARS together.

But he understands you, he feels the same as you as you shout or grin or cry. Not only does he understand your emotions, but you may be secretly amplifying his own. There's no tears, but a tearing, clawing feeling in his heart. No smile, but a fuzz in his face that he can't clear out.

You are the ocean and he is a rock, standing strong through every storm and watching both the rage and the calm with equal admiration.

[keroanya]

it's everyone's favorite time of the year, and there's no better time for me to come back to writing for a bit <3

so, here's my list of my kinktober prompts for this year, along with the characters i'll be writing for.

reminder, this is an 18+ event, so, minors fuck off please.

due to the contents of some of these prompts, the writings will only be posted on ao3 for certain days. i'll make sure to provide a link to my ao3 post as well as a warning beforehand!

unfortunately, as i have some worsening health issues, some of these fics may be a tad bit late to be posted. of course, i will try to publish these all on time. love you guys ! <3

- updates will come out when i can get them out <3 prompts will continue to be published outside of october

day 1 | voyeurism - gyro zeppeli -- day 2 | dacryphilia - doppio and diavolo day 3 | size difference - jotaro kujo day 4 | mutual masturbation - gappy higashikata day 5 | femdom - weather report day 6 | blood kink - DIO (ao3 exclusive~) day 7 | sex pollen/gangbang - la squadra

wlw will be real this week. day 8 | strap on - balalaika day 9 | vanilla - mitsuri kanroji day 10 | mommy kink - kaato higashikata day 11 | exhibitionism - jolyne kujo day 12 | multiple orgasms - ermes costello day 13 | facesitting - casca day 14 | lingerie - yasuho hirose

day 15 | surprise ! day 16 | accidental stimulation - haruchiyo sanzu day 17 | degredation - il dottore day 18 | praise kink - al haitham day 19 | cockwarming - neuvillette day 20 | outdoor sex - guts day 21 | fuck or die - guts & griffith (ao3 exclusive~)

day 22 | floor sex - johan liebert day 23 | car sex - ghiaccio day 24 | office sex - yoshikage kira day 25 | first time & exhibitionism - noriaki kakyoin day 26 | breeding - young! joseph joestar day 27 | sex tape & threesome - prosciutto & risotto nero day 28 | edging - enrico pucci

day 29 | somnophilia & cnc - narciso anasui (ao3 exclusive~) day 30 | monsterfucking - diego brando (ao3 exclusive~) day 31 | surprise!

[pascalispretty]

Sonny Carisi and the cabin/camping prompt ♥️

summertime, and the livin' is easy

Sonny Carisi x F!Reader

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: fluff, vacation Sonny, implied friends to lovers, Sonny being adorable, Sonny being a hypochondriac

Summary: Sonny has special plans for your anniversary. (ao3)

A/N: Written as a request for @storiesofsvu's birthday bingo, filling the square 'Camping/Cabin Retreat'!

Though it was well into the evening, the sun still shone brightly as Sonny led you outside. The cabin that the two of you had rented for the long weekend backed onto a pretty lake, surrounded by trees. It was a postcard-perfect place, one that you had happily agreed to renting as soon as Sonny had forwarded you the link.

Sonny, being Sonny, found a way to improve upon perfection.

He had packed you off to shower with the promise of plans for dinner, and he had certainly delivered. The little stone-flagged terrace at the back of the cabin has been cleared, the patio furniture shifted to the sides and the chairs liberated of their cushions. Just beyond, on the grass between the terrace and the jetty, Sonny has spread blankets and pillows out for a picnic.

Calling it a picnic is a disservice, really. There are citronella candles staked into the grass to keep bugs away, and a champagne bucket cooling in the middle of the blankets. There’s already a charcuterie board laid out as a starter, covered with a glass cloche to protect it from insects. Before you can take a step further towards his carefully laid-out display, you turn and throw your arms around his neck.

“You did all this for me?” You ask into his shoulder, holding him close against you. One of his large hands comes to rest between your shoulder blades, his bare skin on yours making you shiver in spite of the heat.

“Of course I did. Happy anniversary, Doll.”

“You’re making my scrapbooking efforts look bad.” With the cost of the cabin, the two of you had agreed not to buy one another gifts to commemorate the two-year anniversary of your first date. You had, instead, emptied the keepsake box under your bed out and pasted everything – ticket stubs and flower petals and Polaroids – into a book that you’d given him earlier that day.

“I couldn’t ever make that look bad, Doll. I still can’t believe you kept all that,” he says softly, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “C’mon, let’s sit down before the ice melts.”

The two of you take your seats on the cushions pilfered from the patio furniture, your sundress riding up past your knees as you sit. You can’t help but notice Sonny stealing a glance at the glimpse of your thigh on display, narrowly missing his own nose with the pop of the champagne cork. Instead it flies over his shoulder, landing somewhere behind him in the grass. You can’t help but giggle at the look of surprise on Sonny’s face, and soon enough he’s laughing along with you.

Still giggling, he pours you both a glass of champagne. You take a moment just to admire him as he pours; the flex of his hand around the neck of the bottle, the way his Fordham t-shirt stretches over his shoulders, the lock of hair falling across his forehead. Handsome and kind and thoughtful; you wonder sometimes how you ever got so lucky.

The food is, as always, delicious. You’ll never get tired of Sonny’s cooking, his ability to make even basic meals taste incredible. You’re not sure you’ll ever be over his garlic bread, which you had pronounced as ‘better than sex’ before you started dating and which had earned you a flushed look from Sonny.

He leaves you with the last of the prosciutto roses, heading back into the cabin to fetch the main course. You nearly squeal with childlike glee when you realise what he’s made for dinner, barely resisting the urge to grab the serving bowl from him as he settles back down on the blankets.

“I cannot believe you made penne alla vodka. Did you really get all that from the farmer’s market?” You ask in disbelief as he spoons it onto your plate. He had left you browsing the cute bookstore in town while he went shopping for food earlier, but you hadn’t thought he’d bought this much. It smells mouth-watering, topped with just the right amount of cheese. You dig in with indecent haste once Sonny passes the plate to you, a soft smile on his handsome face.

“Nah. I made the sauce before we came and brought a jar with me. And the pasta is store-bought.” Before Sonny, you would never have thought of having any other kind of pasta. Now, it’s not unusual for you to come home to Sonny with flour on his cheek, kneading away at dough to slice into neat noodles or perfect squares for ravioli.

It’s not the most complicated dish he makes, but it’s one he knows you like. He made it the very first time he cooked for you after you’d finally started dating. Much later he had confessed to elaborate plans for a veal dish that hadn’t worked; the penne alla vodka had been a last-minute replacement, and you had loved it all the same.

The conversation comes in fits and starts as you both eat your pasta. Sonny has plans for an early morning run around the lake tomorrow, which means you have plans to come down with a headache tomorrow morning. The sun slowly sinks lower in the sky, casting longer shadows and turning everything soft and golden.

You both have to take a breather after dinner. Sonny reclines back against the cushions, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Maybe we should leave this set up,” he says, stretching out. “I could take a nap out here.”

“It’s very comfortable. Be nice to read out here.”

“Maybe we should do that after dinner. It’ll probably still be light out,” Sonny suggests, his shirt riding up just enough to give you a glimpse of his stomach. He sits back up, rearranging his legs underneath him.

“Can you do me a favour please, Doll?” He asks, rubbing his side. “Could you grab my water bottle from the refrigerator? I think I need a break from the champagne.”

“Of course! I’ll be right back.” Stuffed full as you are, it takes you a moment longer to stand than perhaps it should. In the interests of saving time, you grab the pasta dishes and take them inside on your way, stacking them by the sink to worry about later. Grabbing Sonny’s water, you return outside, the grass soft under your bare feet.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sonny smiles gratefully up at you before taking a sip of water. “Oh hey, that candle behind you has gone out.” You’re already sat back down, so you half-turn to see what he’s talking about. The citronella candle staked in the grass a foot or so away from you has indeed gone out.

“Here, you should relight it. I’d hate for you to get bit.” He hands you a long lighter, and you roll your eyes as you turn around to light it. It’s far enough away that you have to get on your knees, your back to Sonny as to try to produce a flame from the lighter.

“More like you don’t wanna get bit. I’ve told you before Sonny, you can’t get malaria in New York.” Finally, a flame appears at the tip of the lighter, and you relight the tall candle. Satisfied that the fire has caught, you start to turn around. “There, are you-” You freeze midsentence. While you were turned around, Sonny moved.

He’s on one knee in front of you, an open ring box in his hand.

“Sonny-?” You start, your brain not quite catching up to the image in front of you.

“I had a whole speech planned out. About- about all the little things I love about you, and how even when we were just friends I was crazy in love with you. And how much I love the way my family loves you, even when you help my sisters pick on me. I don’t know, I guess I shoulda written it down, but – I love you so much, Doll. More than anything. And I wanna spend the rest of my life doing that, so will you marry me?”

Sonny’s beautiful blue eyes look glassy with emotion, his breath catching just enough for you to notice.

“Oh, Sonny-” Your stupid, traitorous voice cracks, and you furiously rub your prickling eyes. “Dominick Carisi, of course I’ll marry you.”

He nearly drops the ringbox in his haste to pull you close, and you go eagerly into his arms. His kisses are frantic, peppering your lips, your cheek, your temple. It’s only when one of you manages to knock over one of the champagne glasses that you come back to yourselves, laughing as you try to soak up the spill with napkins.

“I think you’re supposed to put that on my finger,” you say teasingly, unable to keep the gigantic smile off your face. Sonny’s dimples are on full display as he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto your finger. It’s a beautiful ring; it looks vintage, and something you’ll gladly wear for the rest of your life.

Through a mix of laughter and tears, you grab Sonny’s hand and squeeze tightly.

“I can’t believe you!” You exclaim, a worried look flitting briefly across his face. “We said we weren’t gonna buy each other an anniversary present!”

“This isn’t an anniversary present, Doll, it’s an engagement ring. It doesn’t count as a gift.”

“God, spoken like a lawyer,” you say, having to rub your eyes again to chase away any lingering tears. Rather than continuing to sit opposite him on the blanket, you move to sit beside him, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around your shoulders.

“You’ll have to get used to it. You’re gonna be married to one,” he says, pleased. You tilt your head up to kiss him again, softly and slowly. When you finally break apart, you bring up your hand to cup his jaw, engagement ring glinting in the light of the sunset.

“I can’t wait to be married to you.”

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[huntingingoodwill]

an adult dinner party (m.m.)

masterlist

desc: when your attempts to help out marcus with a dinner party go south, he swoops in to save the day. not all heroes wear capes. some of them wear aprons.

a/n: a fluffy fic for the @happypedrohours charcuterie writing challenge based on the prompt poppy seed crackers w/ marcus m!!!

“Poppy seed crackers. Like the stuff they make opium from?” Marcus said, squinting at the ingredients list printed on the back of the box.

“I’m sure they’re not selling expiring opium at the grocery store clearance section.” You laughed, the words already sounding doubtful as they left your mouth. Would they sell opium at the grocery store?

“What’s opium?” Missy said, looking extremely bored as she lounged in the shopping cart.

“Google it.” You said, words overlapping with Marcus’ as he said, “You don’t need to know.”

“Whatever it is, it’s bad for you.” The two of you said in unison.

“Are we having opium at the dinner party?” Missy asked.

“Nah.” Marcus said, ruffling her hair. “Doubt that’d go down well with the other parents.”

You felt the box of crackers crinkle beneath your tense knuckles at the mention of the other parents.

As a member of the Parents’ Association at Missy’s school, it was Marcus’ turn to host a dinner for them tonight. You were determined to cook a feast to end all feasts for him, but you were definitely feeling the pressure.

“You’re gonna crush them.” He chuckled, extracting the crackers from your iron grip and tossing them to Missy, who caught them and placed them next to her in the cart.

“I just really want to help you make a good impression. I want to put on the perfect Adult Dinner Party.” You placed special emphasis on the last three words, aspirational ideas of sophisticated conversation over aperitifs flashing through your mind.

“Adult? Like X-rated?” Marcus grinned, killing your images of civilised chatter and hors d’oeuvres served on silver platters. His smile was illuminated by his phone as he skimmed over the frantic grocery list you had sent him, full of typos and vague ingredients.

“What’s ‘MEAT THE COLD KIND’?” he said, pointing at the words that flashed across his screen.

“I feel like ‘MEAT THE COLD KIND’ is pretty explanatory.” You said, drifting towards the cold cuts, tossing some prosciutto into the cart before steering towards the self-checkout area.

As you packed your groceries away, you watched as Marcus aimed the scanner at Missy, red lights flashing over her frame.

“Nothing.” She said, staring at the till where, naturally, no product registered. “Guess I’m worthless.” She joked.

“You’re priceless.” He corrected, turning the scanner on you. “And so are you.”

You rolled your eyes at his corniness, melting into his touch as he reached to cup your face in his large, warm hands, thumbs skimming the lines of your cheekbones.

“You’ll be fine tonight. Everything will be okay.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pointedly ignoring Missy’s pleas for the both of you to get a room.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeated, taking a deep breath that seemed to usher out all the anxiety that lingered in your body. “Everything will be okay.”

“Everything is NOT okay!” You wailed later that evening, flying into Marcus’ arms as soon as he came into the kitchen. You had only ushered him out of the kitchen an hour earlier to get him to set the dining table and clean up some of the everyday clutter accrued in the living room, but it was already apparent that things weren’t turning out as you hoped.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding you tight in his embrace.

“Turns about, despite my hopes and delusions, I am not Julia Child.” You groaned into the crook of his neck. “I can’t even fold the meat elegantly.” You said, gesturing at the haphazard ribbons of prosciutto splayed out on the charcuterie board.

“Can meat be folded elegantly?” Marcus said, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask me! I wouldn’t know!” You threw your hands up in the air, sardonic words dripping in frustration.

He smiled, the image of calm amidst a kitchen that looked like a tornado had ripped through it, before using his thumb to swipe some flour off your cheek.

“That’s from the Beef Wellington.” You sighed.

“Honey, I’ve always loved your ambition.” He smiled, planting his hands on your shoulders.

“I think the parents of the association would love elegant prosciutto more than my ambition.”

He opened his mouth to protest, the shrill ring of the oven timer interrupting him.

“Help me get the Wellington, please.” You said, carving slices out of a block of cheese spotted with blue mould for the charcuterie board.

“Um, is the Wellington supposed to be so… pale?”

You dropped the knife, panic beginning to swell in your chest.

“How pale are we talking?”

“A grain of rice in a snowstorm?”

You dashed toward the oven, the swell of panic burgeoning into a wave of horror that crashed over you as you saw Marcus holding a Wellington encased with completely raw dough.

You stuck your hand in the oven, letting out a defeated wail.

“It’s not even on! It’s so cold in there, an ice cube would get goosebumps.”

You flopped onto the tiled kitchen floor, staring at the ceiling in defeat.

“You win, Adult Dinner Party. I surrender.” You breathed, exhausted.

“Mr and Mrs McCartney are here.” Missy said, appearing in the kitchen’s entryway.

“HELP!” You cried.

“Missy, stall them outside for a little. I’ll bring them in in a second.” Marcus sat down next to you as soon as Missy made a beeline for the door, smoothing stray hairs away from your face.

“Just go upstairs and get ready. I’ll handle it.” He soothed.

“Are you sure?” You sniffed.

“I’m sure. I can’t undercook the charcuterie board, can I? Charcuterie is French for ‘slap it on a wooden block and call it a day’.”

“I think Duolingo is lying to you.” You said, the smile returning to your face. He always knew how to do that.

“Maybe.” He smiled, offering you his arm and bringing you to your feet, the movement making a strange crunching noise that prompted the both of you to look at the floor.

You had managed to knock the box of crackers off the counter during your earlier flurry of movement, and he had stepped on them, reducing them to little crumbs that sprayed across the tile.

“Those crackers are driving me crazy.” You sighed.

“Same.” Marcus sighed, taking a peek out of the window to watch as Mr and Mrs McCartney pretended to listen to Missy tell an animated story out on the porch.

He ushered you toward the stairs.

“You’ll be okay?” You said, shooting an anxious look over your shoulder.

“I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” He said, his calming voice washing over you with a wave of relief.

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning to give him a parting kiss.

It was only 20 minutes later when you descended the stairs, greeted by a crowd of elegant parents, nibbling on charcuterie and cocktails made out of the week old carton of orange juice that had been sitting in the fridge, and the dregs of whatever liquor Marcus could find in the kitchen cupboard.

“You look amazing.” Marcus said, reaching for your hand, staring at you with a glint of awe in his eye, even if all you did was freshen up as quick as you could and thrown on whatever nice old thing was hanging in the closet.

“You are amazing.” You whispered, pulling him into the kitchen, poppy seed crumbs still underfoot.

“So are you.” He grinned, warm palms travelling over your sides and finding their place on your hips.

“The meat was folded very elegantly, and the poppy seed crackers were scarcely missed.” You muttered, lips upturning as your hand skimmed the front of his shirt, travelling up his chest to fix his tie. “I love you. You’re perfect.”

“You’re pretty wonderful yourself.” He chuckled. “Wellington’s in the fridge for tomorrow’s dinner and the pizza delivery guy said he’ll be here in five minutes. Is it the X-rated pizza party you were hoping for?”

You rolled your eyes, smacking him playfully on the arm.

“It’s Adult Dinner Party.” You corrected. “And yes, it’s everything I hoped for and more.”

Stealing a moment away from the party, the mild chatter continuing outside the door, your lips met in the middle of the kitchen, holding each other tight amongst powdery spills of flour, cracked eggshells and poppy seed cracker crumbs. The perfect embrace in the most imperfect of places.

[thezombieprostitute]

Ooooh! These kiss prompts are fun! Can I have Jake and 17 - to distract? 💜

Thanks so much for asking for Jake!! I feel like it's been forever since I wrote for him.

A/N: Reader has no descriptors. Ask is based on this list.

“Jake, where’s the prosciutto?” You’re in the fridge, frantically digging through foodstuffs trying to find the last item on your list. 

“You already packed it, Sweetie,” Jake assures. He gently pulls you from the fridge and shows you where it was in the cooler. 

“Oh thank goodness,” you sigh. “I’ve still gotta pack up the baked goods, make sure we got the drinks packed. Do you really need that much Mountain Dew? Well, better to have too much than too little I suppose–”

“Sweetie,” he gently interrupts you, “what’s got you so worked up? It’s a family reunion, everyone’s bringing food.”

“It’s my first time at one of your family reunions and I need to make a good first impression,” you exclaim. “That means showing up with extra food and drinks so no one thinks I’m mooching; smiling enough that they think I’m nice but not so much that they think I”m creepy; dressing appropriately so they don’t think I’m a slut but also not a —” 

You’re interrupted by Jake’s kiss. He pulls you in close to him and wraps his strong arms around you as you lean into the kiss. 

He slowly stops the kiss and pulls away. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Thanks Jakey.”

“Figured it was the best way to distract you from overthinking.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“My family is going to love you. My immediate family already does and they’ll talk good about you to any of my slower relatives who might not like you at first.”

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.”

He starts to let go of you but you grab him, “wait! I think I feel another wave of overthinking coming on. Quick! Kiss me again!”

Jake chuckles and happily obliges you.

[jar-of-something-else]

Ectoplasm's Kinktober Prompt List 2023

Just a disclaimer: I AM TURNING 18 IN OCTOBER!!! If you are under 18, please don't interact with my posts on this blog! My main blog, @jar-of-ectoplasm, is the place for you to freely interact with everything! If you are a minor and have your age in your bio, I will ask you to please not follow this account; thank you for understanding!!

Everything will be under the cut, certain prompts I haven't assigned characters to yet but you guys are free to request certain characters for certain prompts and I'll take those into account!!

I will be doing this in the form of headcanons, with two characters per prompt (with some exceptions)! Any day with an asterisk (* <this thing for those who don't know) i need characters for!

I'm pulling inspiration from several different prompt lists, but this is is an original list!

I am going to try to do everyday of this, but please don't be surprised if I don't, I have a lot of stuff going on in October this year!

Prompts and characters are under the cut!

Day 1: Threesome w/ Coop and Remer from BASEketball and Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 2: Medical/Lab kink w/ Medic from Team Fortress 2 and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) from Batman

*Day 3: Mirror sex w/ Illuso from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and a requested character!

Day 4: Accent kink w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and Sniper from Team Fortress 2

Day 5: Strap-on w/ Ms. Pauling and Zhanna from Team Fortress 2

Day 6: Temperature play w/ Ghiaccio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Pyro from Team Fortress 2, and Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) from Batman

Day 7: Sensory Deprivation w/ Demoman from Team Fortress 2 and Edward Nygma (The Riddler) from Batman

Day 8: Fearplay w/ Billy Loomis from Scream and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 9: Language kink w/ Spy from Team Fortress 2 and Eduardo Dorrance (Bane) from Batman

*Day 10: Bloodplay w/ Risotto Nero from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Sniper from Team Fortress 2 (but he's crazy!!)

Day 11: Size kink w/ Heavy from Team Fortress 2 and Formaggio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 12: Work sex w/ Egon Spengler, Ray Stanz, Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore and Janine Melnitz from The Ghostbusters

*Day 13: Sex pollen w/ Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) from Batman and a requested character!

Day 14: Body worship w/ Vincent Sinclair from House of Wax and Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 15: Degradation w/ Harvey Dent (Two Face) from Batman and Herbert West from Re-Animator

Day 16: Professor/Student (PURELY CONSENSUAL, BOTH PARTIES 18+) w/ Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 17: Dirty talk w/ Prosciutto from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Stu Macher from Scream

Day 18: Dumbification w/ Bo Sinclair from House of Wax and Sellout!Remer from BASEketball

Day 19: Praise kink w/ Ray Stanz from The Ghostbusters, Coop from BASEketball, and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 20: Volume control w/ Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) from Batman and Spy from Team Fortress 2

Day 21: Public sex w/ Randy Meeks from Scream and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 22: Face sitting w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Peter Venkman from The Ghostbusters

Day 23: Hypnosis w/ Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter) and Dennis Prowell (The Music Meister) from Batman

Day 24: Mask kink w/ Adrian Chase (Vigilante) from Peacemaker and Pyro from Team Fortress 2

*Day 25: Predator/Prey w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and a requested character!

Day 26: Teasing w/ Remer from BASEketball and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 27: Manhandling w/ Chris Smith (Peacemaker) from Peacemaker/The Suicide Squad and Soldier from Team Fortress 2

Day 28: Passionate/Loving sex w/ Winston Zeddemore from Ghostbusters and Abner Krill from The Suicide Squad

*Day 29: Food play w/ Engineer from Team Fortress 2 and a requested character!

Day 30: Lingerie w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Ms. Pauling from Team Fortress 2

*Day 31: Costume sex w/ Selina Kyle (Catwoman) from Batman and a requested character!

[raspberriesandadventures]

Can I request LaSquadra with a member that is really good at giving massages and offers to give them one? Whether it be hand, back, or a full body massage.

Hey! Sorry this one took some time to get out but I hope you enjoy it!

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Risotto:

Risotto holds more tension in his shoulders than anybody else in his group of assassins. His muscles are tight here, wound up and sore from too much stress.

If you offer a massage while he’s working, he won’t complain in the slightest even though he already knows he’ll be distracted.

His eyes will slip closed as you work the heavy responsibility from his arms; his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He’s not sleeping, merely appreciating.

He won’t ask for massages, not wanting to ever badger you about something he feels is a gift more than a requirement, but he’s incredibly grateful when you offer.

Risotto will return the favour when you least expect it and he’s shockingly good at using his stand to get to the deepest parts of the muscle.

Formaggio:

Formaggio doesn’t appear to have much stress when you first run your hands over his shoulders, but he keeps most of his worry in his chest where it can’t be noticed.

He will immediately accept any offer of massages from you, dragging your hands onto his chest with a teasing comment and a flirtatious laugh.

He doesn’t bother to keep his hums of pleasure to himself and will constantly compliment you throughout the massage.

You’ll become his go to after every mission when he needs the small comforts that your affection provides. The fact that it comes with a relaxing chest rub is a benefit.

When you’re half-asleep on his chest is when Formaggio will offer a soothing massage to your shoulders with techniques he’s learned from you.

Illuso:

Illuso stores a great deal of muscle tension in his hips and pelvic floor which is quite hard to notice at first. When you mention it, expect teasing about how you noticed.

He’ll joke around a little when you offer a massage but your offer is binding and he will request it’s fulfilled immediately. No matter where you are.

Snarky comments will disappear as he relaxes beneath your skilled touch, hums of contentment sneaking out despite his best attempts to stifle them.

You’ve now become his personal masseuse and he’s going to make sure you know exactly when he’s in need of your touch.

Illuso won’t be the best at returning the favour through massages but he’ll be very happy to pay you back in other ways once you’ve finished.

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto doesn’t get as physically tense as the others do but he’s incredibly prone to tension headaches that he tries to ignore. It never works.

When you offer a massage, he’ll brush it off as unnecessary, although he won’t protest if you offer a second time. He doesn’t believe it’ll truly help for a while.

You’ll have to listen very closely to hear the soft sigh he makes when you manage to work a particularly tight knot from his muscles but it’s there.

He’s far too proud to ask you for a massage directly but he’s going to loudly make statements about his headaches in hope of prompting you into one.

It’ll take Prosciutto some time to work up to giving you a massage in return and when he does, it isn’t particularly good but he tries his hardest and that shows.

Pesci:

Pesci doesn’t suffer as much with tight muscles as the others because his stress tends to settle in his stomach instead, making him feel nauseous and ill.

If you offer a massage to help elevate the tension though, he’ll be beyond excited and gladly accept your offer with a faint blush and mild stammering.

He’ll murmur small thanks and words of appreciation throughout the massage and will give you fluttering kisses whenever he has the chance to.

He’ll certainly ask you for a massage when he gets a little tense, especially if it really helps him relax before jobs that would otherwise make him sick.

Pesci is nervous about offering you a massage in return but his gentle hands make him really brilliant at it.

Melone:

Melone gets very tense arms and hands mostly due to the work he does involving excessive use of his stand. You can easily suspect carpal tunnel in his wrists.

He’ll brush you off if you ask but you can take his arm and gently pull it to you to offer a massage while he’s working, one he won’t back away from.

He doesn’t give too many verbal clues that he’s enjoying your attention but his head will lull to the side and his eyes may flutter every once in a while.

He’s not likely to ask you for a massage in the future (mostly because they don’t often cross his mind) but he’ll gladly accept any offer.

Melone will return the favour to you unexpectedly, sweeping your arm across to his own and running his fingers along it as if tickling. He’s sweet with it, if not talented.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio holds most of his stress in his lower back and he complains about this often. You can feel how tense these muscles are just by resting your palms there.

He won’t say no to a massage but he’s going to take a bit to settle down; he moves around too much for the process to go by smoothly.

You know it’s working when he goes quiet, words fading into nothing, and his eyes drift closed. He’s likely to fall asleep unless you change what you’re doing.

He’s not going to ask when he needs a massage and he’ll probably protest every single time you offer. He does want them; he just won’t admit to that.

Ghiaccio will demand he’s able to give you a massage in turn though you’ll definitely need to offer some advice to make him less rough.

Sorbet:

Sorbet sleeps away his stress when it gets overwhelming but it builds up in his neck and jaw more than anywhere else, making him feel constantly uncomfortable.

He’ll never reject the offer for a massage, it’s something he’s always wanted to indulge in but rarely had the time or trust in anybody beside Gelato.

He sighs deeply whenever you find a tender spot and leans his head toward you in a show of true trust. You can expect a soft kiss occasionally when you least expect it.

If you show yourself to be willing, he will quietly request a massage whenever the weight of his job gets a bit too heavy.

He’ll return the favour with gentle touches and smooth kisses as he acknowledges his lack of skill in finding the knots deep within your muscles.

Gelato:

Gelato is wound up like a spring almost all of the time; his every muscle is tight enough to make you wince in sympathy for him.

Getting him to sit down long enough to help relax his muscles in any significant way is difficult but even if you don’t manage it, he’ll appreciate the attempts.

He makes happy sounds when you offer him a massage, ones so cute that they’ll make your cheeks hurt from affectionately grinning at him.

If he feels particularly tense, he’ll definitely ask you in sweetened words if you would mind helping him out. He won’t expect it but it will make him extremely happy.

Gelato is surprisingly good at giving massages but they’ll have to happen in short bursts so he doesn’t get too distracted or bored.

[moominofthevalley]

Turpentine

While snowed in together, Trystan asks his friends a morbid question.

trystan thorne, emily rose, ruby webster, luke watanabe

teen | wc: 2.1k | cw: spoilers for book two, chapter fifteen, and talks of death

cfwc prompt: stuck in a snowstorm

Glistening fairy lights cornered all four walls of Luke and Ruby’s apartment, the yellow bulbs warming their hearth. Honeysuckle wine and a charcuterie board made by Emily were set on the table, crackers and prosciutto splattered across. The detective giggled, crossing her arms at Trystan’s creation. 

“You are such a showoff.” 

Trystan laughed as he set the main course on the dinner table. Steam slipped out of the honey-glazed duck, leaving their mouths watering. Roasted pears and plump blood sausages sat beside it, the heavenly aroma wafting around the air. 

“You know I live to boast.” 

“I think my dish is way better,” Luke beamed, setting his strawberry spongecake beside the duck. Ruby giggled, laying a batch of cookies on the table.

“It certainly looks amazing,” Ruby said, “I can’t wait to try it, honey.” 

“Ah, yes, but did you spend two days making it?” Trystan teased, pouring himself a glass of wine — a floral zest with a crisp aftertaste. Emily elbowed him, playfully furrowing her brows. 

“Anyways,” Ruby cleared her throat, “I’m so glad we’re finally home.” 

“Agreed,” Luke plopped a grape in his mouth, “I don’t think I can ever handle being in a room with every Thorne again.” 

Emily and Trystan shared an uneasy glance, silently unveiling mutual sorrow. Months have passed since their case in Trystan’s homeland, though the time spent there forever stained them. Emily’s mouth ran dry as Sebastyan and Vasili rushed through her mind. The dagger tight in Vasili’s chest, the petrified eyes of Sebastyan as he died at the hands of another Thorne. Two ghosts clinging on their shoulders. 

“It’s hard to believe our little stint in Drakovia is over,” Emily shook her head, “I wonder what our next big case is gonna be.” 

“No more cheating husband cases for you?” Ruby asked, her brow cocked amusingly. 

“As tempting as that sounds, I might need bigger fish to go after.” Trystan chuckled, splaying his hand on top of Emily’s. 

“Drakovia has spoiled her. Good luck getting her to take the common cases again.” 

“Do you think you’d ever look into…your dad’s murder?” Luke asked, almost nonchalantly. Ruby sent him a warning glance, lightly bumping his feet underneath the table. Trystan’s hands curled into Emily’s, solace in his eyes. 

Emily gulped. Each time she debated looking into Jimmy’s death, there were far too many holes, far too many questions, and not enough evidence. Distant memories of bickering with Uncle Tommy and Trystan struck her, and she cringed at how cruel she became. Desperately hungry to solve the only question she had left. She refused to let her and Trystan turn into a pair of tectonic plates – subtly rubbing against each other, then drifting away forever. To not catch the death of a relationship until it’s already rotting, staining every moment with resentment and twisted words. Even the slightest possibility of another heartbreak sent her spiraling. 

“I’ve…thought about it,” she frowned, “One day, though.” 

“One day.” 

The moment passed, and the Ginovesi crew - bar Mafalda - began their feast. They all vehemently agreed, to Luke’s dismay, that Trystan’s duck was the clear winner. Luke’s shortcake was no match for the savory and crisp flavors of the traditional Drakovian dinner. Though his cake appeared light and fluffy, it was dense and oddly sour. Ruby’s cookies and Emily’s board tied for second place, both sweet and made with love. A blend of cookies framed like snowflakes, snowmen, Snoopy in Santa hats, and candy canes bunched together on a plate. The charcuterie board was a splendid still life, adorning moondrop grapes, saltine crackers, and rosemary sprigs.

“Good God!” Emily groaned, swallowing a slice of Luke’s cake, “What the fuck did you put in this?” 

Luke’s eyes widened, “Do you not like strawberries?” 

“Try it yourself! I don’t even…” Emily spat out the remaining bits, nearly gagging. 

Reluctantly, Luke cut himself a small serving. Trystan and Ruby cackled as his face turned red, begrudgingly swallowing the cake. 

“Jesus!” Luke shivered, “Okay–I think I know what happened.” 

“What did you do?!”

“...I may have used salt instead of sugar.” 

“Oh my God!” Trystan slapped his knee, “You are a horrible baker!” 

“It-it’s not my fault!” Luke said, throwing his hands in the air. Ruby snickered, patting his shoulder. 

“Babe. You literally made the cake.” 

Rounds of laughs echoed through the kitchen; contentment and joy present on the soft New York night. Blissful moments fell around them as snow tumbled like raindrops, piling up minute by minute. 

* * * *

Standing by the window sill, Emily tracked the ebb and flow of snowfall. Faint Christmas tunes slipped through the window crack, presumably from the neighbor. She hummed delightedly, eyes shut. Moonlight burst into the room, dimly lit and warm despite the glowing chill from the glass before her. The swell of nearby saxophones and Earthly beauty brought her to ease. 

“Don’t tell the others, Detective, but your charcuterie board was my favorite,” Trystan grinned, sitting beside her. 

“Oh really?” Emily smirked, “Are you sure you’re not being biased?” 

“Hm,” Trystan gave her a so-so gesture, “Definitely not.” 

Cupping both sides of her face, Trystan’s pupils widened fondly. Emily turned slightly, kissing his palm. 

“Your hands still smell like garlic!” 

Trystan chuckled, sniffing his hand. Sure enough, the pungent odor attacked his nose. He shrugged it off, focused on the gruff detective. 

“I love you, my little moon!” 

“What the hell does that mean?” 

“I don’t know! You’re a bit…glum. And very short.” 

“I am 5’3, you tall shit!” Emily swatted his arm, “I would call you my ‘sun,’ but you’re more like a little dog.” 

“What? How?” 

“You follow me around all day. And listen to my orders – for the most part.” 

“Not to ruin the moment,” Luke announced as he pointed to his phone, “There’s a snow squall warning. It’ll clear up tomorrow morning, but you guys will have to stay the night.” 

“A sleepover!” Ruby squealed, “How fun! I’ll go get blankets so you two can sleep on the couch.” 

She disappeared into the hallway closet, hunting for the thickest blankets and pillows possible. Luke cocked an eyebrow, unamused as Trystan and Emily sat on the couch across from him. 

“So when you said you loved Ruby’s cookies you were lying?” He asked Trystan, crossing his arms in faux-anger. Trystan chuckled, unashamed. 

“I did love Ruby’s cookies – they were phenomenal. Much better than your shortcake anyway,” He teased, “Emily’s just happened to be my favorite.” 

“You two are literal children,” Emily snorted, “I–” 

Darkness surrounded them. The only light left was the waning candlelight on the kitchen table. Gusts of wind flickered from the cracked window, a biting chill creeping up on their skin. Concerned, Ruby poked her head out of the closet. 

“Hot-diggity-daffodil!” Luke slapped his knee, “I guess the power’s out, too.” 

“We can see that, Luke.”  Ruby returned with a bundle of blankets. The crew settled in the living room, the window now shut, bottles of wine and lively candles by the coffee table. An easy silence shrouded the room, with only the croaking rats in the walls and the crackling candles to distract them. They all sipped the remains of the honeysuckle wine, sweetness trickling down their throats like candle wax melting onto the table. 

“I have an idea,” Trystan cleared his throat, “It is a bit morbid, though.” 

“What is it?” Ruby asked, curious. 

“In Drakovia, we go around in circles asking certain…questions. Usually around New Year’s, but we’re in the middle of a snowstorm. It’s not like we have much else to do.”

“What type of questions?” 

Trystan sat still, contemplating. An eerieness in his eyes, a peculiar tenacity about him. He flinched at the briefest second, then shrugged. 

“If you were dying, how would you like to pass away? What would you like to have with you?” 

Silence surrounded them once more, their breaths slightly more tense and strained. Emily sat closer to Trystan instinctively, craning her head against his shoulder. The candles continued to wail, as Ruby cleared her throat with somberness in her eyes. 

“I think…if we ever got one,” She glanced at Luke, “I’d like to have a little cat in my lap. And Luke to hold my hand. And maybe a cup of tea, but only in that calico-print mug you got me for our anniversary.” 

Luke wiped tears from Ruby’s cheek, a rare solemness on his face. He grinned weakly, pressing a kiss on the side of her face. Ruby’s heart swayed in the lull air, her hand tight in his. 

“I need Ruby next to me, laying by me. And I want it all to be quiet,” Luke murmured, “I don’t want to be able to hear anything. But I want there to be a window. So I can look up at the sky. I don’t care if it’s day or night…that’s all I want.”

The candles remained lit, embers mute and growing frail. Warmth bloomed between them, huddling closer together. The moon climbed further into the night sky, its silvery rays illuminating the apartment. Trystan fiddled with his fingers, as Emily rubbed circles around his legs. It was like muscle memory. Rituals and silly minuscule traditions became more familiar to the two of them with each passing month. Chopping garlic cloves, peeling oranges, collecting ugly trinkets. 

“I’d want someone to play old Drakovian music…the songs my father showed me as a kid. And,” Trystan grinned at Emily, a smile so unabashedly bold and bare it nearly brought her to tears, “I want you to kiss my forehead. And rub my feet.” 

Emily pecked the top of his head, eyes burning as Diana’s kind words echoed in her mind. Trystan wiped away her tears, tenderness with every touch. 

She was familiar with death. A one-sided friendship, a shadow lurking behind her with every step she took. It offered no hope and no excuses. The only things bereavement brought were ghostly memories and pearls from the past rolling in her hand, daring to be dropped. Her fingers trembled, her mouth dry as she urged herself to go on. 

“I don’t want it to hurt,” Emily said finally, slightly panting, “Every single one of them died in pain. And alone. Sonja. Bethany. Nadja. Sebastyan. I don’t want it to be like that. I want to be ready. And...have Trystan next to me.”  

They all leaned against each other. The candles shined well into the night. Empty wine bottles scented the room, warm and heady. Emily shut her eyes, picturing herself as a sleeping child being carried to bed after a long drive home. Laughter through the walls, the ticking of a nearby clock, soft jazz slipping through the window, a kiss on her cheek. Perhaps it’d be good to her. Just a brief second and all that’d remain was a tombstone with her name. 

Emily unveiled her vision, the rest of her friends in tears. Trystan stroked her hair gently, still smiling. It was simple. It was clear. 

“All we want is everything we have,” He said, their faces inches apart, “And I’m the richest man in the world.” 

* * * * 

Ruby and Luke shut their bedroom door, Emily and Trystan now alone on the couch. With her legs in his lap, he rested a hand on her thigh, tracing lazy circles. The candles had long died out, leaving only moonbeams and constellations to light up the room. 

“Em?” Trystan whispered as Emily moved over to lie on his chest. She gazed into his argent eyes, exasperation clear on his face. 

“Mhm?” 

“Do you remember when I refused to go on that plane? All those months ago.” Emily snorted quietly, Trystan gliding his hands along her back. 

“Of course I do. I knew you weren’t going to.” 

“Do you remember what you said to me after that?” 

“Mhm. I told you there’s a reason partners and romance don’t mix well. That it’s trouble waiting to happen.” 

“And then I told you that I just so happen to like trouble.” 

They smirked, noses crinkled and eyes bagged. Trystan cupped Emily’s chin, palms still smeared with the scent of garlic. 

“I’m glad we’re partners.” 

“I am too.” 

* * * * A/N: Happy holidays, everyone! Thank you for reading this – I came up with this idea FOREVER AGO but was never able to execute it until now. I’ve always loved the idea of thinking of death, not as something to fear (though I still struggle with that), but rather as something that is just a little moment. That’s painful, and maybe not necessarily beautiful, but something that just happens organically. Like that one poem that’s like “I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom as a child.” I actually wrote a poem about that, if anyone would be interested in me posting it. Anyway – thank you again for reading!

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[soupbabe]

can you do headcanons of la squadra reacting to their gn teammate having a pet duck? i genuinely recommend you watch ducks drinking ice water is so cute!

Drive Thru (La Squadra + Reader)

Reader takes the team through a Drive Thru

Okay yes this is short but also I just think that a prompt like this deserves a small goof.

You should've said no to everyone coming along for a trip to the vet.

While Risotto was pleasant company in the passenger's seat, with your beloved duck in his lap, Formaggio decided to make being in the backseat everyone else's problem. He both kicked the row in front of them, took off headphones of fellow teammates, and yelled extra loud so you could hear him complain. He singlehandedly made an errand the most draining thing in the world.

"Y/n! Can we pull over? I'm starving" You glanced at the mirror to see Formaggio's pout and sighed, "Not right now. We have to get to the appointment soon. It'd be embarrassing if I was late again." You heard him groan and eventually you felt a poke on your shoulder. "Actually food sounds nice," Melone chimed. "If it's no bother, I'll pay for it." Risotto shrugged. You rolled your eyes and pulled into the nearest McDonald's.

You were welcomed by the intercom greeting and you took some time to consider everyone's order: chicken nuggets for Ghiaccio, a hamburger for Prosciutto, and even a kid's meal for Formaggio. Though everyone's contributions were heard through one ear out of the other as you responded to the employee with, "I'd like an ice water without a lid and black coffee, please."

The car was silent as you pulled up to the next window with your duck moved onto your lap and a smug grin. Carefully, you set your coffee into the cup holder and maneuvered your duck to where she could drink the water. As soon as you got comfortable in theposition, you continued your drive as if nothing happened.

Formaggio crossed his arms, "You know you're the worst kind of person, right?"

[tonberry-yoda]

🎃 ~ ~ Fall Event ~ ~ 🎃

the list of prompts below is from @mirclealignr and can be found here

Happy spooky season guys!! Since it's almost that time again, I wanted to hold a little event! I chose 23 prompts from the list and you just tell me a number and a character and I will write a fic for it! All requests should (hopefully) be done by Halloween!

Before we get in - RULES 🎃

The rules for this prompt are simple. Pick a prompt. Pick a character. That's it. HOWEVER! For ones that have costumes involved, tell me what costume you want (as the reader) to be wearing for Halloween! When a prompt is taken, I will cross it off and no one can request that prompt anymore.

ONLY ONE REQUEST PER PERSON!

But before you request, please check my blog rules (<-clickable link) to see the fandoms I write for and characters I will and won't write for. This is also a platonic and romantic event. So if you wanna request Chopper for trick or treating, that's fine. Specify if you want it to be platonic though (but usually, I will know based on age/character).

I hope that makes sense, but if you have any questions PLEASE ask me before requesting :)

Now the prompts 🎃

caught in the rain (Zoro)

crunching leaves (Joseph Joestar)

going to a pumpkin patch and coming home to carve it (Sanji)

trick or treating (Luffy)

watching scary movies (Johnny Joestar)

halloween party (Jolyne)

ghost stories (Buggy)

bookstore date (Pucci)

shopping for halloween costumes (specify what costume you want) (Crocodile)

"are you scared?" (Gojo)

"your costume looks great" (specify what costume you want) (Buggy)

"i dont like scary movies" "i'll keep you safe~" (Mista)

"you've got leaves in your hair" (Gyro)

"do you want some hot chocolate?" (Doflamingo)

"did I scare you?~" "NO!" (Kidd)

"I bet you can't catch a leaf" (Helmeppo)

"I hate pumpkins" (Prosciutto)

"i forgot how cold it can get... here, take my sweater" (Mihawk)

"isn't this stuff for kids?" (Sanji)

"you're supposed to be quiet in a libary" (Arlong)

"stop playing around with the lights, it's not funny" (Kakyoin)

"your hands are cold" (Arlong)

"come on under the covers with me" (Buggy)

Keep checking back to see which prompts are taken! I will not close this event until every prompt is taken or until Halloween!

I hope you all enjoy this event and have a great fall! I have been waiting for this wonderfully spooky season and am so happy it's here.

Thanks you guys and stay safe and hydrated <3

@tonberry-yoda - 2023

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Fairytale prompt 7 please with Prosciutto. A Cinderella tale where darling just wants to spend the night away from their family and unknowingly bumps into prince Prosciutto

Finally I finished it... nearly 7000 words 💀

This was actually quite enjoyable to write.

The hazelnut tree

(Yandere Prosciutto X Female Reader)

Like every day before you scrubbed the stone floors, Subjected to a maid's duty. Unfortunately, you had no choice, when your father died the estate was left to your cruel stepmother who left you with only two options: serve as a maid or leave with nothing. So for the past decade, you had spent cooking and cleaning. Slowly trying to salvage valuables and small sums of money to lead to an eventual escape.

You flinched as you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got up and ran to the door. Opening it revealed a finely dressed delivery man.

"Hello, what brings you here today?" You asked.

"I have come with invitations from the Royal family, all the ladies of the kingdom are requested to attend a three-night soiree so that the prince may find a bride" he explained as he searched through a velvet satchel.

"Residents?" He asked you.

"(L/n)" you replied. It took the man a while but he eventually pulled out three envelopes before he bid you farewell. You closed the door and placed them on the nearby table before returning to your work.

Time passed with the only sound being that of the brush you were scrubbing with. After you had finished you emptied the remaining water in the garden before going back inside and sitting on the lounge to rest your aching body but of course, luck was not on your side as the door opened and your stepmother and sisters entered.

"Slacking off as usual?" Your stepmother asked in an accusatory tone.

"I just finished scrubbing the floors…" you sighed before pointing to the table. You would have gotten up but you were far too sore to do anything, even though you knew that not doing so would result in no dinner.

"A delivery man arrived with invitations to a royal ball today" you explained and your step sisters' eyes lit up with excitement as they rushed to the table and picked the letters up and tore the envelope straight off. They could barely contain their excitement as they read through it.

"Mother, the prince will be choosing a bride at the ball!" One of them squealed.

"Prince Prosciutto… to marry him would be a blessing" the other swooned. You had heard them talk about the prince before. They would sometimes see him in the town and would return talking to each other for what seemed like hours. His light blonde hair that was always finely styled, and his fair, porcelain skin was. His eyes that were an icy blue. They fancied him a fair bit.

They put down the letters before noticing the third.

"What? (Y/N) got an invitation?!" One of them scoffed which caught your stepmother's attention. You leaned forward a bit. Shocked to hear that you had received an invitation.

"Now why would a lowly maid like her be invited?" She asked.

"The delivery man told me all women of the kingdom are invited" you replied. She shot daggers at you with her piercing glare.

"What a waste of the Prince's time, why would he want to associate with peasants? Surely there are enough noble women for at least one to catch his attention. So why throw those filthy, lowly creatures into the mix" she sneered before grabbing the letter and ripping it.

You tried to remain unfazed but deep down it hurt. To be considered less than human, to have your right to three nights to experience something you had dreamt about since you were a child to be torn to pieces.

That night you hadn't expected to cry into the sack you called a pillow but you did. Despite everything they already put you through this felt like the worst. You wanted to leave now but you knew you were not yet prepared. You had to wait it out for at least another year if you wanted to get anywhere.

As the days went on all your step sisters could that about was the upcoming ball. The month was spent by them going out in search of the perfect attire. From their jewelry to their shoes they spared no expense in hopes the prince would choose them. Every now and then you asked your stepmother if she would let you attend in hopes she'd say yes but she refused every time until the night before the ball.

"Yes," she replied.

"Really?" You asked her.

"Of course sweet, dear (Y/n), but only if you are able to complete this list of tasks" she lulled in a sickeningly sweet tone before thrusting the list into your hands nearly causing you to fall. You read the list most were the regular chores while others were different. Like sorting lentils out of soot, counting every stone in the floor, and other seemingly impossible tasks. Yet you managed to work throughout the night and into the day, completing every task on that list.

You showed her all the work you had done. She seemed impressed and that gave you hope.

"That's great but you must be so tired from all that work and it seems you don't have a dress ready. I'm afraid I can't let you come" she feigned worry and her daughters laughed in response. It felt like a knife had been driven straight into your heart. You shouldn’t have had hope, of course, she'd never let anything good happen in your life.

You watched as they left before going to the backyard, sitting under the large hazelnut tree that had been planted atop your mother's grave. You hugged the tree as if she was there as you cried.

"All I wanted to do was attend the ball… I just wanted to know what it was like" you sobbed. You continued to cry for a while but when you finally got up you noticed something odd. A pair of heels made of glass had seemingly grown on the tree you pulled them off. Then you saw the most beautiful silver dress. You carefully removed the dress and brought the dress and shoes inside to try on and to your surprise, they fit you perfectly, as if they had been made for you. The glass heels were unusually comfortable, allowing you to step gracefully with ease as if you were barefoot.

Still, you wondered how you would make it to the ball. You stepped outside and your eyes widened in shock as you saw a stunning white carriage parked outside. You walked to the front where the carriage rider sat.

"Umm, sir could you tell me what's going on?" You asked. He turned to you and smiled.

"You're heading to the ball of course ma'am" he replied sweetly.

"There must be some mix up-" you tried to explain but he cut you off.

"No there is no mix-up, you wished to attend the ball so you shall. Now you should quickly hop in so you're not late" he said. You were confused, left with more questions than answers but you entered the carriage anyway.

'Wish?' You thought to yourself. Yes, it was your wish but how? Such things only happened in fairytales. you looked out the window to see the glow of the castle draw closer and your heart fluttered.

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The carriage slowed and you could see the castle right in front. A velvet carpet was rolled out to invite all the guests. The carriage then stopped and the door was opened. You got out and looked in awe at everything, this didn't feel real. You took slow steps as you made your way to the doorway. This all must have been a dream, this was too good to be true.

Heads turned as you walked into the enormous ballroom. Whispers you couldn't make out reached your ears. It wasn't long before men lined up to ask you to dance with them and you accepted each one. Blissfully dancing the night away. Between breaks, the women complimented you including your step sisters who seemed clueless as to who you were.

Throughout all this The prince watched from afar, curious as to who the woman was now talking about. He tried to approach however you hurried out of the ball before he'd gotten a chance to speak to you, but he did not threaten as he knew you'd return tomorrow night.

You had hurried off to the carriage after seeing the time, knowing your step-relatives would be leaving soon you had to make it home, or else they would know.

When you arrived home. you returned the dress and shoes to the hazelnut tree and went straight to bed. Shortly you could hear the door open and the mutter of your step-relatives. Your step sisters talking about how beautiful the mysterious woman was and how they would need better outfits if they were to impress the prince while their mother tried to discredit the woman.

In the mornings your step sisters boasted about the ball and told you about the mystery woman but when trying to describe her they couldn't. They remember her but her features were hazy. Even your stepmother was perplexed by how she forgot the appearance of such a distinct person.

After that they left early to find another, better dress to wear and returned after noon to start getting ready while you continue with your chores. Once they left you made your way to the hazel tree to find the same glass heels and a golden dress that was even more beautiful than last night's dress. You put them on and got into the carriage once more.

Once again you conversed and danced but you couldn't help but be lured to one of the balconies by the cold breeze that flowed from them. You looked out to the garden, they were already so beautiful. You could only imagine how much more beautiful it looked during the day before a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, from which kingdom do you come from?" A soothing voice asked. You turned to see a fair-skinned man with icy blue eyes and well-kept blonde hair wearing a fine royal blue suit.

"Thank you, sir, I have lived in this kingdom my whole life" you replied which earned a slight chuckle from him.

"Well I have not seen such craftsmanship from here… and I would have assumed that someone from this kingdom would undoubtedly know the face of their Prince" he spoke.

You felt your heart stop for a second, you were embarrassed that you had spoken so lowly to him.

"I'm so sorry your majesty! It was rude of me to speak like that to you. I've not been outside of my family's property in many years" you apologized and explained as you bowed before him.

"I'll consider accepting your apology, but only if you'll accompany me tonight," he said with a smirk. You were flustered, why would the prince want you around him?

"I am so sorry your majesty but I am not worthy of such a privilege" you replied. Another chuckle passed his lips and he got closer.

"No, it would be a great privilege for me to be around you. Last night I had heard so many people speak so highly of you, I had tried to get my chance to dance with you last night but you had left before I had the opportunity to ask" he retorted.

You were shocked that the prince wanted to dance with you, as wonderful as it sounded you really didn't want that kind of attention. You wanted to refuse his proposal but you were afraid of what the consequences might be so you accepted.

You waltzed with him a lot longer than you had with any of the dance partners you had before. During the dance, he asked you question after question. You kept vague with your responses.

"You never told me your name" He stated.

For a few seconds, you remained silently debating on whether you should tell him or lie. You thought back to the morning and remembered how your step-relatives couldn't remember you last night. Perhaps the same would apply with your name.

"My name is (Y/n)" you told him.

"(Y/n) is such a lovely name… it suits you very well" he complimented you.

"Thank you" you replied before looking at the clock and seeing the time it was nearly twelve. You had to leave.

"Your majesty-" you tried to speak but he cut you off.

"You do not have to be so formal with me, just call me Prosciutto," he told you.

"Prosciutto It's getting late, I have to leave" you explained as you tried to pull away.

"But the ball isn't even close to finishing tonight, if you're worried about your family then I'll explain, just point out to them" he explained.

"No, I have to leave now!" You explained in a dire tone.

Prosciutto noticed your apparent stress and pulled you into an embrace.

"Whatever it is that's forcing you not to stay isn't important, if you have a problem just tell me… I'll make sure to solve it" he spoke in a sickly sweet tone with the slightest bit of poison as if he held contempt towards something, making a shiver go down your spine.

You could feel many eyes on you. You managed to escape his grip and make your way to the carriage and leave. You were shaken by what had just happened. Your heart was pounding rapidly.

When you finally arrived home you once again returned the clothes and got into bed just before your step relatives arrived home. They talked more about the lady at the ball. One of the stepsisters even mentioned that she overheard some of the conversations the prince had with her. Tell the other two that the lady's name was (Y/n) but never correlated it to you.

After the ball had ended the prince did not rest until he had a plan set to capture the woman who kept eluding him. He ordered tar and a spare carpet and informed the servants of the plan before finally resting in the late morning.

That morning you served breakfast to your step-relatives. They only talked about the woman again.

"What was her name again? You told us last night but I cannot remember" your stepmother asked one of her daughters.

"Her name was…" she tried to reply but paused for a few seconds.

"Well I actually can't remember either" she continued. From a distance, you sighed in relief.

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In the evening you watched your step relatives leave again before sitting down. Tonight you intended to stay home after last night's ordeal. You didn't need any of that attention. Minutes passed before there was a knocking at the door. You opened it to see the carriage driver that had driven you to the ball the last two nights holding the glass heels and a dark blue dress with diamonds sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky.

"You'll be late to the ball if you don't get ready now," he told you.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to go tonight" you replied.

"But it was your wish to attend," he retorted.

"Yes I know it was my wish to go and I did but I've had enough" you explained before closing the door. You took a step away from the door before hearing the familiar sound of the glass heels. You looked down to see you were in the dress.

"What?!" You exclaimed before opening the door again where the man still stood.

"I don't want to go, please" you begged the man.

"I'm sorry but I can't change anything, it's your wish and I must grant it" explained.

"Well now I wish to not go," you told him.

"That isn't how it works I'm afraid, the wish must be fulfilled," he told you as he gently took hold of your hand. Even though he used very little force, your body complied with his movements against your will. You stepped into the carriage and the door closed before it began to move. You sat thinking but couldn't wrap your head around this wish thing.

Once you had arrived you had reluctantly left the carriage and were instantly greeted by the prince.

"And I was starting to think you weren't going to show up," he said. You tried to speak but you couldn't.

"It was such a shame that you had left so soon last night, should we continue where we left off?" He asked. As he took your hand.

"No…" you muttered and the look in his eyes changed, you couldn't figure out what it meant but it put you on edge.

"Well we don't have to dance, perhaps we could just wander the garden away from all the guests" he suggested.

"That's a lovely offer but what if people get the wrong idea?" You replied.

"And what do you mean by the wrong idea?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"People will start thinking that there's something between us" you replied, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"So let them, I don't care what they think," he said as pulled you to the garden.

Once again he asked you questions about your life and again you answered vaguely. Every once and a while he'd point out a plant or ornament that he was particularly fond of before you reached the back of the castle which was a small atrium area.

"I want to show you some friends of mine," he told you as he opened the door for you. You cautiously entered the atrium and you were greeted by the caws of a pair of crowd.

"Hubert, Francine calm down," he told the crows as he closed the door behind him. They quickly flew to a nearby branch less than a meter away from you.

"This is the closest I've been to a bird in my life," you said.

"Crows are very intelligent birds, once you feed them a few times they become very loyal creatures," he explained.

"I've trained them for quite some time, recently the duke of a nearby kingdom kept harassing me to marry his daughter for months on end and do you know how I got him to stop?" He continued.

"How?" You asked expecting him to tell you he had gotten them to harmlessly terrorize the Duke but what he did tell you made you feel sick to your stomach.

"I got them to peck his eyes out, he screamed like an absolute imbecile" he confessed.

"What?!" You exclaimed against your will. Why would the prince do something so horrible, he was supposed to be the future king.

"What, Are you afraid they'll hurt you? If so I can assure you they won't" he tried to reassure you.

"No… why would you subject someone to that in the first place?" you asked, absolutely mortified by how casual he was about it.

"Because he was wasting so much of my time, surely you must have some idea of what it's like?" he reasoned. At that moment you knew you had to leave.

"I should be heading home…" you said but he grabbed your wrist with a brutal force. At that moment he forgot his plan. He had to make his intentions known.

"And again like last night and the night before you want to leave early. Whatever it is you keep leaving for is not as important as right now" he hissed in almost a scolding manner.

"Once you're mine you won't need to worry at all. Everyone and thing will bend on your wim" he proclaimed.

"No!" You screamed as you tried to escape his grasp.

"No?" He asked you as he tightened his grip on your wrist, making you whimper.

"No, you're a horrible person!" you replied. You felt a painful pop in your wrist that caused you to fall to your knees.

"No, let go! You're going to break my hand!" You pleaded as tears escaped your eyes.

"You decide, either you comply or I will," he told you sternly. Without realizing it you had headbutt him right sternum causing him to let go of your wrist. You quickly took the advantage to run but he was quick to chase after you. You nearly ripped every door off offs hinges as you tried to escape.

You finally found the ballroom and with little care, you pushed past others.

"(Y/n!)" you heard Prosciutto's voice call out softly in comparison to how he was just a moment ago.

Once you had left the building you had tried running down the steps only to find tar had been slathered on the carpet, causing one of the glass heels to get stuck you turned around to see Prosciutto and his guards approaching so you got it off your foot and hurried down the rest of the stairs and into the carriage, only just managing to escape. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to give out. When you arrived home you hurried to get rid of the heel and dress before going inside and lying in bed, your heart still pounding.

Your step-relatives arrived shortly after like the nights before. Theorizing about what possibly happened but never once did they believe the prince was at fault.

It terrified you. Was what you saw a side of him that most never saw? How could people who for a self-centered prince who would take the enjoyment out of people's pain and suffering?

If he found you, who knows what he'd do?

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The news spread quickly. Within only a few days the whole kingdom knew about the search for the woman at the ball. The prince was going from residence to residence in search of the woman who would fit the glass heel. It was only a matter of time before he would arrive.

In the night you pulled out the valuables you had hidden. You had to escape now. You packed for the journey out of the kingdom before you felt a breath on your neck.

"I knew you were up to something" your stepmother hissed.

"I've… decided to leave," you said, attempting to sound headstrong but failing.

"With all of this that was stolen from me?" she asked.

"No, this is my father's wealth! Not a cent of it is yours!" You retorted only to be met with a harsh slap in the face.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" She snarled as she delivered blow after blow to you, leaving you disoriented.

"You horrible girl, I should have just thrown you into the snowy streets when he died! You grew up to be nothing but rotten!" she yelled. You felt yourself slowly slipping into unconsciousness as she continued her tirade.

You woke later to find you had been tied to one of the support pillars in the basement.

"Oh God, what does she intend to do to me?" you muttered to yourself.

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Prosciutto looked at the long list of the names of the various households of the kingdom as the carriage rocked on the uneven path. So far his attempts to find his lady had been futile.

He'd have made a bounty for her but he could not remember her name nor how she looked, which was very odd considering that usually he could remember people with ease. Whenever he tried to remember her it was always obscured, like a thick haze in his mind.

"(L/n)" he read the name of the residence he was attending next. The original owner had died and left the home to his second wife and they had three daughters from previous marriages.

The carriage came to a halt. He looked out the window to see the house and put down the list. He then grabbed the velvet box he had stored the heel in before exiting the carriage.

He followed his guards and servants to the door before one of them knocked. It only took a few seconds before two young ladies opened with enthusiasm.

"Welcome your majesty!" They greeted him in union. He knew instantly that neither of them was the woman he sought.

"Thank you and good morning to you both" he replied before he entered. He looked around the entrance. Taking particular note of a painting of a man and what he assumed was his daughter. Something about the young girl in that painting intrigued him.

"Who are those two in that painting there?" He asked.

"That was my late husband" an older lady replied as she made her way down the stairs.

"And the child?" He asked her.

"Nothing of importance, I've actually been meaning to have that painting removed for a while now but is up too high for anyone to reach" she explained, still not giving him a clue as to who the girl was.

"Well, I'm sure you know why I am here?" He said.

"Yes, I'm well aware as to why, may I have a minute with daughters before they try on the shoe?" She asked.

"Of course" he replied and as soon as he said that she and the two girls walked into one of the nearby rooms and closed the door. He followed shortly after to listen.

"Sacrifices must be made to ensure that you prosper," the lady told her daughters.

"No, I can't do that! I'd never be able to walk again if I did that!" One of the daughters exclaimed in horror.

"I agree. You can't expect us to mutilate ourselves to fit the shoe?" The other daughter said.

"You'll not need to walk when you are queen, it is a small price to pay to become " the mother spoke harshly. Now the prince knew for certain that they were not the one.

He returned to the entrance where he waited for them to return. After a couple of minutes, they exited the room. One of the girls was visibly in pain. His eyes moved to the ground where he could see a trail of blood. He was actually quite amused that she'd actually gone through with that sacrifice her mother had spoken of.

The other girl sat on the nearby chair first and let the servants attempt to put the heel on but her toes could not fit. She sighed in defeat before she let her sister take her place. The servants tried again and it fit. She squealed in joy as she looked at the prince who nodded in disapproval.

"Don't celebrate yet, I want to see you walk that bloody trail there and back, and tell me what that so-called sacrifice has done for you?" he demanded in a snarky tone. Her skin paled in horror.

"Now where is (y/n)? Is she, not a resident here too?" He asked the mother.

"She is not a resident, she is merely a servant my late husband left us" she explained.

"So where is she?" He asked again.

"She's in the basement, I found out she was stealing from us and I have her there as her punishment, there is no need to even concern yourself with that rat since she hadn't attended the ball," she said with bitterness in her tone.

"Are you sure she didn't? the lady at the ball always seemed to rush home early, almost like she was worried something would happen if she didn't leave early" he retorted as he began to put all the pieces together.

"I'm sure of it, there was no way she could have. She had no transportation, not even a dress she could wear" she replied adamantly.

"Well surely there would be no harm in having her try it on, I'm just trying to be thorough in my search," he said as he took the now bloody heel from his servant.

"Alright your majesty" she sighed in defeat before guiding the prince to the basement. She opened the door. The light framing you, head hung low in defeat.

"What… What are you going to do to me?" You asked weakly before you lifted up your head to look towards the door. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the prince holding the heel.

"No" you muttered. The prince smiled as he looked down at you.

"(Y/n) isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes," you weakly replied as you watched him make his way down the stairs with the heel in his hand.

"I'm just here to get you to try this on" he explained softly. As if you were a small animal that could flee at any point.

"But I never attended the ball, it's a waste of time" you tried to reason. He kneeled before you and tried to grab your leg but you used what little strength you had to kick.

"I'm just being as thorough in my search," he told you before leaning closer.

"And… just as a secret between you and me. I know that the lady at the ball doesn't want to be found" he whispered, his hot breath grazing your neck making your body seize up. He took your ankle quickly and tried to get the heel on but you managed to kick it off before he had the chance to fit it.

The glass heel flew in the air before hitting the ground and smashing into millions of tiny pieces. You turned back to see the prince smile.

"I guess that was useless in the end… but that display of yours was quite telling" he snickered to himself before grabbing something out of his pocket.

"Guards I want these women arrested" he commanded in a cold tone before returning his attention to you. Now you could see the small knife in his hand.

"Look at all those bruises… I can't have you looking like that at our wedding, I'll have to push back the date" he muttered as he sawed at the thick rope that bound you to the pillar.

"However if Wench hadn't caught you stealing then you probably would have fled to some other kingdom, am I right?" He accused you but you couldn't respond. You held your head low. Terrified of what your future would hold.

"Was I right?" He asked as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You nodded up and down slightly. He was satisfied with your response and returned to cutting the rope.

Once the rope snapped he put his knife away before picking you up and holding you in bridal style. Some would swoon at the idea of being rescued by a handsome prince and being carried back to a castle but this was a nightmare for you, uncertain of what he had planned, and as much as you wanted to run you knew you couldn't, even trying to move your hand was impossible.

He carried you out to his carriage while ordering his guards to stay until he had a wagon come back to collect the prisoners.

A servant opened the carriage door and the prince laid you down with your head on his lap. Soon the carriage began to move.

He combed his fingers in your hair as he stared down at you.

"That beautiful face, I remember it clear as day now" he spoke to himself as he admired you.

"I love you, even if you're too stubborn to reciprocate my feelings, " he said.

"I'll never love you!" You snarled as you turned your head away from his gaze.

"You don't really have a choice, what are you going to do, try to run away again? Because if that is the case I've already planned for that thoroughly. You're never going to succeed much less be even able to attempt an escape" he explained.

"So is locking me up your plan?" You asked.

"You think I'm going to do the same thing that woman did to you? I promise you I'm not going to do something so degrading. After all, you are my dear princess" he tried to reassure you.

"I have absolutely no trust towards you! You threatened to break my hand that night" you retorted.

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The carriage halted and the door opened. Prosciutto didn't spare a second to hold you in his arms again. As he brought you inside the castle he ordered his servants.

"Have a wagon brought to the (L/n) residence to capture the three women there" he ordered one of the guards before walking to one of the maids

"I want you and the others to start immediately on what I'm requesting. She needs a bath run, fresh clothing, lunch prepared, and a notice sent to all those on the list I wrote for the wedding plans" he listed off to the poor maid who looked at you with pity.

He walked you up the stairs and through the halls til he reached a door. He lowered your legs gently til your feet just touched the cold marble floor. He opened the door to reveal a large bedroom.

The walls were a soft green, the fabrics were white with golden details, the furniture was made of maple wood, and a balcony behind a pair of doors. He walked you in and laid you on the large, soft bed.

"This will be the room you'll stay in until we marry. The maids should arrive soon to take you to the bath" he explained before leaving. He closed the door behind him and the loud click of the lock followed.

You tried to stand on your feet but fell to the cold floor after several attempts before you finally succeeded. You checked the door and indeed it was locked. You then looked to the balcony. You made your way there and checked the doors but they had also been locked.

For what seemed like forever you spent searching for an escape, even pushing furniture in hopes there may be a secret passage but it seemed like Prosciutto was true to his words. He really had made any attempt of escape impossible.

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For two weeks you had been trapped in that room. Only allowed out to bathe and eat. Every day Prosciutto would come, sometimes with wedding planners and seamstresses as the days drew closer to the wedding.

Today was the day. Your heart ached as you looked in the full body mirror to see the beautiful white gown and veil on you, it hurt knowing you were going to marry a man you felt nothing but contempt for. A knock at the door got your attention.

"Your majesty, are you ready?" One of the servants asked. You made a deep sigh, resigning your fate.

"Yes…" you replied as you made your way to the door. It opened and you stepped out. One of the maids handed you a bouquet of pink gladiolus, white Rhododendrons, and purple Hyssop. You silently took them before being guided to the carriage. In there you cried, terrified of the future.

Once you arrived at the church you wiped your tears and contemplated on one last attempt to escape, to run into the woods and not look back but you knew Prosciutto would have prepared for that well in advance.

You got out of the carriage and walked in and the organ began to play. Everyone looked at you in awe, some perhaps were envious. It made you wish you could just switch places with one of those unsuspecting women but unfortunately, that was outside the realm of possibility.

You made your way to the podium where he waited with a smile on his lips, his victory would soon be sealed.

"You look radiant today my love" he complimented you but you refused to respond. The bishop began the ceremony. As he spoke you felt your blood boil as you desperately tried to not scream. You remember the many warnings Prosciutto told you when practicing your vows.

'If you so much as stutter at the wedding I'll make sure you regret it. Our wedding will be perfect, you hear me?' He had threatened.

"You are everything that I ever dreamt of and the only one I will ever need. Our love for each other is heaven-sent. From today and onward I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always" Prosciutto declared, Something you had heard a thousand times from hours of practice.

"Now (Y/n), your vows" the bishop instructed. you swallowed all the words that threatened to erupt and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Today I say, I do but to me, that means, I will. I will take your hand and stand by your side in every moment, both the good and the bad. From this day onward I dedicate myself to your happiness, your success, and your smile. I will love you forever" you recited as you placed down your bouquet and took the other ring from the table. In that moment tears rolled down your cheeks. Prosciutto wiped the tears from your face but only to portray himself as someone who genuinely cared about you. If this had been behind closed doors he would have taken amusement at how pathetic you were.

"(Y/n) (L/n) do you take his Majesty, Prince Prosciutto to be husband for now and forever?" The bishop asked. Your heart was pounding in your chest, wanted to scream no and run as fast as you could but you were afraid of what Prosciutto would do if you did.

"I do" you replied, finally sealing your horrid fate. The prince took your hand with no hesitation and slipped on the lavish golden ring.

"And Your Majesty, do you take (Y/n) (L/n) To be your wife for now and forever," the bishop asked him.

"I do" Prosciutto replied before smiling at you. You took his hand as he had yours before and put the ring on his finger.

"With the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife" the bishop announced. The applause of the crowd echoed through the church as Prosciutto laced his hands into yours and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss. It seemed like forever before he ended the kiss, you only got a second or so to leave before he swept you off your feet and walked you down the aisle and toward the carriage.

"I planned for us a wonderful honeymoon, it'll just be you and I but first I have a surprise for you" he cooed as he sat you down.

For the journey, he told you about the royal holiday home he was taking you to. It was up on the top of a seaside cliff, completely isolated from any town.

After a few hours, the carriage stopped at an abandoned building that had particularly collapsed.

"Why did we stop?" You asked.

"Because we're here," he told you as he exited the carriage and offered his hand to you.

"No, I don't trust you," you told him.

"That's a shame, I put a lot of effort into the wedding gift I was going to show you" he sighed.

"I'm not leaving" You stood your ground knowing that his gift would certainly be grim. At that moment he practically tore you out of the carriage and dragged you inside despite your protest.

Inside you were confronted with the horrible sight of your step-relatives. Bruised, starved, and bound to support pillars much the same as your stepmother had done to you.

You knew it was some sick, twisted form of vengeance that the prince had devised, maybe you should have taken joy in seeing those who had ruined your life in such pain but you could only feel horrible as they screamed out desperate apologies to you.

"They've suffered enough, please let them go" you pleaded to Prosciutto who only nodded in opposition.

"My love, you don't understand? These three have caused you nothing but suffering. Surely there must be some side of you that is happy to see them getting their just desserts?" He asked you.

"No not one inch of me enjoys watching another suffer" you responded before your attention was caught by a pair of crows. The prince's crows.

"Oh God no!" You screamed as you ran in front of your step-relatives.

"(Y/n) my dear, you shouldn't do that" he warned you.

"No, I'm not going to let you do that to them!" You retorted.

"Hubert, Francine" he called before pointing. They cawed in response before flying above and behind, quick to attack them.

"No stop!" You shouted as you tried to fend off the birds before Prosciutto grabbed you and pulled you back. Their hollers and screams grew louder and louder as the crows pecked and scratched at their eyes. You were crying and screaming as you helplessly watched them suffer.

[wri0thesley]

hihi nat! i am here with the 'unshakable devotion' prompt for your selfship ask game, any ship of your choice u/////u

unshakable devotion ୧ ‧₊˚ how far would ur fﾉo go to protect u ? would they let the world burn down to ashes if it meant uwould be safe and unharmed, even if it would mean they would perish too ? are they more of the ‘hero’ type, in which they would lay down ur life in return for the welfare of the universe ?

i genuinely think that most of my self ships would let the world burn for my sake. diluc would rather sacrifice himself, but he wouldn’t be able to let go of me; wriothesley, dainsleif . . . oh, my thing for the touchstarved stoic men is really popping off.

several of my villain f/os would enjoy seeing the world burn with me at their side and would choose their own selfishness over anything else. mahito, compress, prosciutto, sorbet and gelato . . . all weird fucked up guys.

i think the ones who would regretfully be able to sacrifice me and would regret it for the rest of their lives would be nanami, gepard and overhaul. nanami and gepard are ‘for the greater good’ types and overhaul is simply so focussed on his goal i think even love would perhaps not stop him. he’d be weird about it forever after though. i think he’s absolutely ‘martyr’ me.

self ship asks!

[lunnettewrites]

“One night stand”

“I heard a little rumor.” Ginny said, swirling her wine glass before taking a sip.

Ginny was hosting her weekly Wednesday Girls & Theo Wine Night.

“Oh do tell Red.” Theo encouraged, leaning forward.

“Well, I was out with my gorgeous fiancé the other day when he accidentally let slip some information.” Ginny started, she took another sip of wine then her eyes briefly flicked over to Hermione.

The tips of Hermione’s ears were turning pink.

“Okay and?” Padma prompted, as she leaned towards the coffee table to grab a slice of prosciutto, not noticing Hermione’s discomfort.

“Apparently some witch was seen sneaking out of his flat. Out of Malfoy’s room specifically.” Ginny dropped all subtlety and straight on stared at Hermione.

The room was silent, everyone was looking between Ginny and now a red-faced Hermione.

Daphne was the first to break the silence. “You didn’t! What happened to ‘he’s a condescending prat with a stick up his arse’?”

“It was just a one night stand!” Hermione blurted, covering her face behind her hands.

“Are you sure about that? From what I’ve heard, you’re there at least once or twice a week.” Ginny said, popping a grape in her mouth.

“Oh I knew it!” Theo squealed.

~ At Malfoy and Zabini’s flat ~

“Hey mate, what are you always up to at 2am?” Blaise casually asked Draco.

That night, they were hosting Boys’ and Pansy night.

Draco started choking on his firewhiskey at Blaise’s question.

“Oh.“ A smirk started to appear on Pansy’s face. “Yeah Draco, answer that man’s important question.”

“Sleeping?” He tried to answer, as innocently as he could.

“And would that ‘sleeping’ include a certain bright witch?” Blaise raised an eyebrow.

A gasp came from Harry and Ron.

“You didn’t!” Harry exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Ron’s jaw was hanging open.

“It was a one night stand?” Draco’s statement came out more as question.

“That’s not what a certain elf told me.” Blaise said, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“I swear to Merlin, I’m firing Winky.” Draco grumbled, downing the remainder of his drink.

“Wait! Is this why you’re always ‘arguing’ with her at the office? I knew something was up when it got suddenly quiet. I just thought one of you put on silencing charms after getting so many complaints about listening to you argue.”

Draco could feel his face heating up at Ron’s observation.

Looking at Draco’s redden face as confirmation, Pansy fell into a fit of laughter.

[jellyluchi]

Rosa's Delightful Disaster

A/N: Concept is not my own, the idea of the transformation chocolate is a prompt from a server!

Pairing: Prosciutto x reader Genre: NSFW. Warnings: Dubious consent, daddy kink, possessive behavior, scent kink, markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, cat hybrid character, reader is called girl Summary: You decide get a box of chocolates for your husband as an extremely last minute Valentine's gift, not realizing the consequences to come.

Includes: Dubcon (?) markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, daddy kink, cat hybrid character, animalistic behavior, reader is called girl, 

You should have known it would come to this the minute you realized it was too late to find any open shops. As you walked down the almost empty streets with the night slowly maturing into a late dark, you thought of going back home and simply making your husband some homemade chocolate from the baking supplies in your cupboards.

It should have been that way… yet you remember spotting the pretty pink lighting of one shop, the only one open so late. You thought it was your only chance, forgetting the previous plan completely, you stare at the neon pink sign reading “Rosa’s Delights.” 

With an inviting interior decorated beautifully, you thought how lucky you must be to find this shop nearly at the dead of night. Dim lights make it somewhat difficult to see the products inside but you were able to spot a few boxes of what seemed like chocolate. 

“May I help you?” A sudden, rather deep voice greeted you from behind and you nearly got a heart attack from it. 

You turned to find a beautiful woman with long pink hair and shimmer green eyes with a hat covering most of her head. Have you seen her before somewhere?...

“Oh yes, I was wondering, are these chocolates on display?” 

The woman chuckles and you look on confusedly. 

“Why yes, they’re quite special. Are you looking to treat someone for a special occasion? Then I’d say they’re perfect.” 

You smiled politely, looking back at the display and being met with five unique boxes. The chocolate held inside was also displayed next to them, looking mouth watering from just the designs. You wondered how rich they must taste. 

“Perfect, I’ll take this one please.” You pointed to a white box with one red gem, the most expensive looking one, practically made for your husband. 

“Of course, right this way.” The heavily cloaked woman led you to the counter and it almost felt as though she wasn’t walking, rather floating on the floor from one place to another. 

She rang you up wrapping the box skilfully before you made your way out of the place with a pep in your step. How exciting you thought it would be to see your husband’s face when he receives his gift.  

Now you almost wished you’d have not gone through with it. Almost. 

Walking into your home, you find your enthusiastic husband greeting you with a kiss, twirling you in his arms before you settle together in the living room. 

“Where did you go off to, tesoro mio?” Prosciutto asks, nestling you closely on the couch. You let him know your intention of getting him a special gift for Valentine’s which surprises him mildly, as he’d checked the time you left your shared home. At the time, he was almost against the affair altogether but had you not convinced him you wouldn’t get the chance to treat him like this. 

“Getting you a treat, of course. What kind of wife would I be if I couldn’t even get my dear husband something for Valentine’s?” 

The words are pleasing to Prosciutto, playing into the type of dynamic he loves to maintain between you two. He chuckles, his hand caressing over your sides affectionately. You think perhaps the special day isn’t completely ruined. With Prosciutto having made you a beautiful meal before your trip and these gorgeous pieces of chocolate you got, it would surely end well. 

“Then show me.” Despite his warm smile and sweet demeanor, there’s a demand to Prosciutto’s tone that affects you, a type of intrinsic authority that coerces you into obedience without having to try. Gulping with nervousness and excitement, you take out the box you bought less than an hour ago for your beloved with much pride. As you undo the complicated wrapping, the red gem shines from the lighting, catching your husband’s eye. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? I thought it would only be fitting for… a man such as yourself.” Batting your eyelashes on purpose, you try to hand him the box but Prosciutto’s hand makes no move to receive it.

“Open it for me,” he whispers, still having you against his chest with his fingers pressing gently to your bare skin, heat radiating in waves from the tips. Prosciutto’s deep blues fixate on your own.  

“Of course,” you pipe up, not second guessing his words and falling into step of following his natural authority. Holding the box gingerly, you look at one of the circular pieces, intricate lines of sweet caramel drizzled over the top. 

Typically you would never buy such sweet treats for a man of such bitter tastes, yet as a last minute gift it seems like the perfect save for having forgotten. Picking it up, you extend the piece of chocolate to him not even doubting that he would open his mouth for you. And as expected Prosciutto bites the sweet without hesitation, his sensual gaze falling over your figure while your fingertips kiss the soft flesh of his lips. 

Just as you were about to retrieve your hand, Prosciutto grips your wrist keeping it in place to eat the rest of the chocolate and takes your fingers in his mouth with it, his tongue smoothing over the residue as he moans at the taste without breaking eye contact for a single second. It brings heat to your cheeks seeing the unwavering lust in his eyes paired with the sound of his deep voice releasing tones of pleasure. 

“Do you like it?” Your voice comes out meeker than you expect, your heart thundering in your chest after the lewd kiss he almost gives to your fingers, now somewhat wet with his saliva. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning in unison, still holding Prosciutto’s gaze the best you can. 

It only takes seconds for his eyes to change completely. What was once a glazing of lust over the dark blue, turns into something much deeper than you could fathom. Freezing, Prosciutto lets go of you to clutch at his own body, groaning with pain. Furrowed brows that you are so familiar with turn feral and his being quite literally mutates right in front of you, igniting both fear and uncertainty within your mind. 

Prosciutto’s soft touch turns bruising and you hear what sounds like a hiss and a deep growl as he pins you onto the cushion of the couch much more forcefully than he usually would, almost as though he’s let go of all his self control. 

“Pros? What’s wrong?!” Alarms set off as your husband’s teeth bare at you and you wonder where those canines came from 

As he transforms right before your eyes, you notice his ears change into something cat-like, a yellow tail swinging behind his head in your peripheral vision, and you realize the bruising grip comes from his claws on your skin. He snarls at you wildly, hot breath hitting your skin in waves; his behavior having changed from the sweet, loving man you once knew to someone completely untamed. 

Prosciutto doesn’t answer your question, bringing you closer to his body to shove his flaring nostrils at your collarbones and neck. Finally, you get a whiff of the musk emanating directly from his body, something you wouldn’t have taken note of otherwise only to realize it somehow makes you feel more aroused. With all your senses filled to the brim with his very being, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from this turn of events. 

“Prosciutto what’s going on, what happened to you?” You try to get a good look at him, lifting his face but his grip keeps your in place and he refuses to take any of your questions or bidding, forcing his way into your neck to give you your first bit; despite being such a painful endeavor you couldn’t help moaning from the way his body vibrates against you, heat bursting through his clothes. 

“Mine,” Prosciutto mumbles into your flesh, his scratchy tongue licking against your skin before more bites marr the area near your collarbone. “All mine.” 

Being distracted with Prosciutto’s appearance you didn’t realize the way your bodies were splayed over the couch in a compromising position until you felt his knees spreading your legs apart. 

“Wait, Prosciutto!” Yet he stops you from protesting with a biting kiss, holding you by the waist in a grip so tight you are sure it will leave a mark. Prosciutto’s tongue is invasive and leaves no time before meeting your own, tasting of the chocolate he ate just minutes ago. 

Whatever strange aphrodisiac transformation concoction was in there seemed to affect you as well, making you moan into his kiss. The sensation forces your body in submission, allowing your legs to spread easily and for him to grind on your legs, letting you feel the massive erection poking into you. When did he get so aroused?!

Repeating the same words as before, Prosciutto continues his assault of your neck to slowly move down your breasts, each bite eliciting a moan that you try to suppress. With his claws on you this way, there’s no chance of escape and even if you were to run out of the house you know he would give chase; he would stop at nothing to claim you as his. Feeling completely defeated, you accept the situation as something out of your control, letting him do as he pleases with your body. 

Looking down to his head, you notice the marks covering your skin, lovebites that keep you at the edge of frenzy, the heady scent of him nearly driving you crazy. Suddenly, Prosciutto starts sniffing wildly, looking up at you with feline-like eyes only to crawl down your body to your clothed entrance. His claws make quick work of the fabric covering your privates before it’s exposed to him. 

“No, don’t!” You try to say, not sure whether it’s because you cared for the pieces of clothing or because you really wouldn’t like him to proceed. Yet, the thrill of his new features interacting with your body brings more fluid between your legs. The hot sting at the pit of your stomach only gets worse when Prosciutto sniffs right above your entrance before his nostrils flare angrily, the air giving your sex in a pleasurable sensation. 

You squirm in his hold of your thighs, breathing completely uneven from the sudden shame in front of your transformed lover. Had it been any other situation you would have been much more compliant to his actions. Yet, the circumstances cloud your mind from making any decision clearly. 

Gripping you with a new sense of possessiveness, Prosciutto’s tongue makes one languid motion against your entrance, his teeth teasing the sensitive spots on your pelvis, his mouth so warm and wet. 

“Sweet little girl,” he says, tasting you, your moan only adding to his pleasure as he almost grinds his neglected erection on the cushion. His flaring nostrils blow warm air to your peaked bud, the sensation making you shiver with pleasure. 

It’s almost as if smelling your arousal feeds into his behavior as Prosciutto continues to bite the pudgy, soft flesh of your thighs, taking handfuls of into his claws to keep you from moving too much. Writhing from his bites and licks you try to minimize your sounds and fail miserably, your voice and moans echoing through the living room in unisom to his licks. 

Without anything to grip, you clutch at Prosciutto’s hair as he works his tongue into your entrance, the persisting muscle bringing you near climax from the non-stop circular motions, the pleasure descending your mind into a deep subspace before you manage to catch yourself. 

“Daddy not yet, please!” But your words fall on deaf furry ears, as your Daddy is unyielding, greedily drinking every drop of your essence, making you clench around his tongue. With your eyes lolling to the back of your head, you cannot hold yourself back any longer, fluid gushing from you into his mouth, hips bucking to meet his lips for more friction. 

Prosciutto’s tail wiggles in satisfaction, drinking with fervor, the very scent of your essence brings heat between his legs. Grinding on the couch, he decides it’s not enough friction as his privates tighten his pants to an unimaginable degree. You cannot see what is made of his clothing as he lifts himself from between your legs to crawl up your body. 

By now you’ve learned to not question what he does, your head and face completely red with heat and the climax you just experienced moments ago. Noticing his heavy cock now free of its coverings, a fresh wave of arousal washes over your body as you pant in unison to your heartbeat. 

There’s hardly a moment of silence as you hear the purr from deep within your Daddy's throat. Even with the number of markings, lovebites, and fluid covering your body, he is yet unaccomplished from what he wants. 

Giving you a sinister grin that shows off his canines, your Daddy lowers himself to your stomach, the point of his teeth a perfect contrast to the softness of his tongue as he delivers more bites. Kissing up to your neck, his claws hold you flush against his body, nails dangerously close to piercing your skin. 

Hell bent on marking you to his satisfaction, he doesn’t seem to care much whether you’re pleasured or not. “Mine mine mine…” he keeps murmuring, deciding to fixate on your chest, biting freely at every inch of available flesh. You moan when he sucks a particularly sensitive spot near your nipple before flicking the bud with his tongue. 

“It’s time.. I must make you mine for good..” The musk he seems to be releasing combined with the effect of his words fog your mind with a strong haze, heightening your need to be filled and bred to your Daddy’s desire, as if you only exist as his precious fuckdoll. 

“But I’m already yours Daddy! Please take me!” You beg him desperately hoping he would give you some respite with his still hardened cock. 

“Say that again,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”  Without ceasing the stimulation on your chest even for a second, you feel him grind on your unclothed sex desperately, clearly just as eager to be inside you. Moaning helplessly, you try to string words together cohesively, the growing heat within your body making the act of speaking difficult. 

“Yours! I’m yours Daddy!” 

Groaning in unison with your words, your Daddy’s clever tongue swirls over your chest, adding pressure with his fingers. Detecting droplets of milk with his cat-like tongue, he laps at your chest in satisfaction, feeding eagerly and moaning around your nipple from the sweet, warm taste.  

You hardly realize he’s feeding until a squeeze to your chest spurts milk, allowing for your lover to lick while he continues to rut against your sex with more fervor. Unable to take any more of the teasing your mind allows you to only repeat yourself like a broken, lustful record. 

“Please! Please  please please…More please!” 

“Patience, little one!” Your Daddy growls, forcing you to obey while your sex only gets wetter and demands stimulation. You whimper as he feeds aggressively, your legs shaking from his member teasing your sex before he’s finally satisfied. Licking his lips, Prosciutto finally admire his handy work, looking down at you with lidded, slitted blue eyes, he purrs seductively at the various marks adorning your body, accompanied by your defiled state and panting, wide open mouth perfectly swollen from his kisses. 

“Dolce bambina…” your Daddy calls out, caressing your face with a clawed hand. Without much warning, he penetrates you, delighting at the yelp and how you clench around him desperately. 

Yelling out his title, you grip his shoulders for some balance, finally full to the very brim.

“My filthy little broodmare… you will carry Daddy’s children, yes?” 

Closing your eyes, you let your body fall completely at his mercy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!” The thought of belly swelling full of his children makes your climax imminent as he pistons into you with increasing speed, hitting every ridge inside your already sensitive walls. Intertwining your legs around his waist, you let your voice cry out.

 One of his fingers finds its way between your legs, adding to the stimulation muddling your thoughts into mush making the need for release your only wish. It isn’t until you feel his member twitch and spill inside with a growl that you finally feel your legs shake out of control before a loud cry escapes you into your walls squeezing every bit of seed out of him, making sure you’re truly full. 

Panting out of breath, you find yourself going limp under Prosciutto’s body, eyes closed and body numb from all the stimulation. Your legs don’t unlatch from his waist and you notice your lover hasn’t unsheathed himself from you. 

“Pros…” Your voice is weak, restrained from all your cries and feeling quite raspy. As your senses get back to you, you realize Prosciutto is still kissing and lapping at your neck. 

“So good for me,” he praises, making your belly flip from the butterflies. “Made for me.” The possessiveness makes you moan once more. 

“Prosciutto please,” this time you find your will to take him by his head to look into his eyes, still resembling that of a blue eyed feline. “This chocolate is dangerous, are you still not satisfied?” You sound tired to yourself yet Prosciutto seems energetic as he was before your play time. 

Purring, he thrusts a couple times stirring the liquid still inside you as if to keep it locked inside. Chuckling, Prosciutto pinches a nipple playfully, startling you as you gasp. He examines you carefully, looking up your body and then down, seemingly staring intently at the spot where you’re still joined as one. Gripping your hips, Prosciutto thrusts watching his seed pour out with a devilish smirk. 

Biting your lip, you try not to let the stimulation allow your body to arouse itself more. 

“I’m afraid my work here is not quite finished, bambina. Look here…” Trailing his hand around your sides, he sways your attention there. “No marks. That won’t do.” 

“What?” Your pitch rises an octave as the implication of his words settle into your stomach. 

But Prosciutto only bends to kiss you where he intended. “Inch by inch I’ll mark you as mine,” he murmurs, the moment you realize a long Valentine's night waits ahead of you.