#bella lasagna

[sunnysynthsunshine]

Listen I know this is a bit of a reach but I needed to fill some spaces (so series 5 sam was added in)

[janniksnr]

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[threebooksoneplot]

Never written before but love the podcast - never read life and death and I hate a little bit that you're making want to.

Anyway just listened to episode 14 and the lasagna definitely my MVP and do you think Meyer's Mormon mission thing that I think all lds members go on was in Cambodia and she somehow worked that in as a description for brown? Because that was so random and I laughed so much I snorted

honestly life and death is worth the read just to laugh at the silliness and roll your eyes at stephenie's attempts to "prove her point" (spoiler alert: it doesn't work) but listening to us is also a good substitute if you decide not to read it lmfao. and I swear to mormon GOD if it ever comes out that stephenie went to cambodia on like, a mission or whatever, I'm going to laugh so fucking hard 💀—shannon

oh it's our friend rachel from book club!! 👋

it's a good thought but I suspeeeect smeyer never went on a mission? perhaps someone with a better knowledge of the religion/culture can chime in but my understanding is it used to be much harder and I think less encouraged for women to go on missions—they lowered the age requirement from 21 to 19 recently and the percentage went up from like, 15% of mormon missionaries to 24% that are women. but in smeyer's day the age would have been 21, around the age she got married and was still in university iirc. (which doesn't mean she's never been to cambodia, of course. someone take one for the team and ask her at the next Q&A lol)

also 1) lasagna for MVP forever, and 2) yeah shannon said it best, I think Life and Death is worth a read but if you're curious about what's in it, we ARE covering all the crucial parts. and perhaps...many non-crucial parts 🙊—G

[gravehags]

destroying all (and make them want it again)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: copia holding reader hostage for marathon fucking, copia being our favorite little sex freak, office sex, blowjobs, terzo being terzo, reader becoming more satanic every day :)

Words: 2,848

Summary: You'd think after almost three days of being held hostage by your perverted lover, you'd have tired of his touch. You'd think.

a/n: i for one would really benefit from being locked up in bed with copia for days like i really think i deserve that

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By the time Copia allows you to stumble out of his quarters two days after your fateful visit you are delightfully, deliciously sore.

You had no idea he’d be so…voracious. Your mild-mannered awkward Cardinal had you bent over and spread on every surface in his apartment, multiple times, drawing words out of you that you never dreamed of saying. He wasn’t a cruel kidnapper either - sporadically he would leave the apartment and return to you bearing sustenance from the dining hall. Your favorite was lounging nude on his mussed sheets while he dutifully and adoringly fed you plump purple grapes, kissing you in between bites. The thought stirs your heart as you open your apartment door and stumble inside to your bedroom to collapse face down on the duvet. You groan as you hike one leg up, the beautiful ache of being thoroughly used emanating from your core and into your muscles. You’re about to throw yourself in the shower when your phone vibrates.

Miss you already bellezza mia xx

You sigh.

Miss you more <3

I could…come over?

You laugh out loud, shaking your head.

You dog! You’re relentless. I haven’t showered in days, I feel filthy.

I could help you feel filthier ;)

Copia! Not that I’m opposed to the idea but my girl needs a break, per favore. You’ve worn her out.

Mi dispiace amore, she’s just so plump and willing and perfect for me, I can’t help myself.

Speaking of your girl, she’s stirring to attention at the thought of where this conversation is going and your fingers hover over the screen, tempted, before shaking your head.

You’re welcome to come over but no funny business. Might show my face in the dining hall to prove I’m still alive if you’re interested in meeting me there.

There’s a pause and your phone vibrates.

I’ll meet you at dinner and see if I can’t persuade her. Ti amo <3

Love you

When the two of you meet up a couple hours later at your usual table in the dining hall you garner more than a few curious looks. Rather than taking his typical spot across from you, instead he elects to sit next to you. You’re midway through a forkful of vegetarian lasagna when you feel the slide of leather clad fingers along your thigh. When you slowly turn your head, Copia’s shit-eating grin pans into view and you drop your fork, unamused.

“Really? In front of my lasagna?”

He gives you a creepy nod, still holding his smile and the sight has you bringing a fist to your mouth to stifle your laughter. Reaching down you grab one of his fingers and bend it back slightly as a warning.

“Ah, my amore would never hurt–ah!”

He cradles his hand to his chest and gives you a pout unbefitting a man of his distinguished age and position.

“Told you,” you say, shoving a bite of lasagna into your mouth then pointing at him with your fork, “no funny business.”

“Oh she’s cruel,” he laments, shaking his head, “La mia crudele, bella padrona. She would watch me wither away, never to feel her touch–”

“Oh come on, Copia, you held me hostage in your bed for almost three days! This is the first real meal I’ve had in literal days please let me–”

“She does not care for me,” he says, somehow managing to give you the most unsettling puppy-dog eyes ever. “She tells me she hates me and she wants me dead.”

“Oh for the love of fuck you cannot be serious,” your cheek rests on your propped up fist, watching this ridiculous display. “I just want to enjoy my lasagna unmolested,” you lower your voice as a sibling walks past, giving the two of you a disgusted once-over, “so naturally that means I hate you. Unholy fuck, if I had known pussy was going to turn you into this I never would have–”

“What kind of fuck?” Copia asks innocently, mustache twitching.

“I–hmm. You must be rubbing off on me.”

“Is that an invitation?” he asks, filthy leer returning to his face.

You roll your eyes but can’t smother the smile.

“I’m leaving, Copia,” you announce, standing up. “If you would like to accompany me to bed - for sleep - then you know where to find me. Unbelievable.”

You stomp off and you can feel his eyes on the sway of your ass the entire way out of the room. He does join you, not long after that, the picture of a perfect gentleman as he strokes your hair and places soft kisses to the top of your head. You can’t lie though - a part of you is disappointed he didn’t continue his dirty old man routine but, you think as your eyes drift closed, you really did need to give your poor cunt a break.

The next morning you awaken to an empty space beside you and you’re not surprised. Copia had to wake up early for morning prayer and you’ve been lucky to have had him by your side for as long as you did. You feel his absence acutely - how could you not after days with him? - and it leaves you with a lingering sense of melancholy as you get ready for the day and leave your quarters. The first few hours of your work day passes without incident - typing emails, ordering archival supplies, meeting briefly with Sister Imperator (with whom you can barely make eye contact after shirking your duties to get repeatedly and thoroughly railed by her Cardinal), and continuing on your quest to catalog the Ministry’s extensive art collection. When lunchtime rolls around that unpleasant sadness sits heavy in your belly. Part of you feels ridiculous letting yourself be so affected by well, love, but hey it’s your first time at this, right? Gotta cut yourself some slack. Your heart aches for him but also…other parts of you. You thought for sure after the marathon he just put you through you’d be satisfied for a while but if anything it’s made you even more hungry. When you look up at the clock and realize it’s lunchtime, a low heat begins to simmer in your belly and between your legs. You hesitate before standing up and heading to the door with a grin on your face.

When you approach Copia’s office door and knock softly, you’re met with a muffled “entrare!” and open it to sidle inside. He’s on his old landline with someone he clearly would rather not be speaking to judging from his exaggerated eye-rolls and dismissive hand gestures. You quietly walk up to his desk and try not to laugh as you listen to him desperately try to end the conversation.

“Uh-huh. Yes. Yep. Uh, you too. Okay, goodbye. Good–what? Yes that will be taken care of, of course. Buh-bye. Bye.” Copia slams the receiver down and turns to fix you with a tired stare.

“Long day?” you ask, rounding the desk to lean against it.

“Stressful day, all of a sudden the fundraiser gala is my problem when it should be Terzo’s problem, but where is Terzo? Nowhere to be found, naturalmente. And Saltaria–wh-what are you doing?”

You’re halfway through sinking to your knees next to him when you blink up at him innocently.

“Helping with the stress.”

His jaw falls open and he swallows thickly, eyes on the way you inch up your flowy skirt to expose your spread thighs to his gaze. You place your hands on his knees and he jumps comically.

“Cardinale, you were very thorough in your ah, teachings these past few days however there are some areas we never touched upon.”

“O-oh?”

“Mmm mmhmm,” you confirm, grabbing the end of his black cassock and inching it up his legs. When you reach past his knees and can go no further he lifts himself off the chair and hastily draws the garment to his hips. You smile at the tent in his trousers and your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

“Missed you this morning,” you murmur, hand coming up to cup the curve of his cock. “Been wanting you so badly all day.”

“T-thought you were eh, sick of my advances?”

You give him a gentle squeeze and smile, resting your cheek on his knee.

“That was yesterday,” you say, finger drawing patterns on his bulge, “And while she might be tired, I certainly am not.”

His gloved hands grip the armrests of his desk chair as you lean forward to slowly unzip his trousers. When you take him out, hard and leaking, he sighs.

“You don’t know how many times I came into this office wanting to do this exact thing,” you confess, hand wrapping around him, “How all you had to do was say the word and I’d be on my knees or bent over that desk.”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-Is that so, amore? So all those times we were in here working, you–”

“--Were thinking about you fucking me raw? Mmhmm.”

Copia lets out a sigh and his head falls against the back of his chair.

“But let’s not think about the past, hmm? All I want to think about right now is you teaching me how you like to fuck my mouth. Okay?”

His hips buck into your touch and he lets out a whine before nodding. Slowly, keeping your eyes on his, you bring your lips to the red, swollen head of him and place a chaste kiss. Pre dampens your lips and you slowly dart your tongue out to taste the salt of him. He exhales shakily and encouraged, you lower yourself once more to drag the tip of your tongue along his slit. His low whimper makes you grin and gently you slide your lips over the head, flattening your tongue underneath him. You want to drag this out as long as possible, delighting in the feel of his heated flesh in your mouth so you suckle at it and moan around him when his gloved hand flies to the back of your head.

“D-dolcezza,” he breathes, burying his fingers in your hair to cup your skull, “Are you s-sure you’ve never done this before?”

You slip him out of your mouth and give him a grin.

“I’m flattered,” you murmur, using your thumb to rub against the vein going down the length of him, “But no. Just watched a lot of porn, honestly.”

He chuffs out a laugh and his head tips back to thunk against the back of his chair.

“Tell me what you want, my love,” you say, “Tell me what you like. Guide me.”

His eyes slip closed and a lazy grin curls his lips.

“Amore you could bite it off and I’d say thank you,” he groans as you lower your lips to suck at the head once more, “But–ah–I want to see what y-your instinct tells you, si?”

When you laugh around him the vibrations make his hips twitch against your mouth, and you take that as permission. Slowly, you slide your lips past the head and down the shaft and you can feel yourself dripping at the way he stretches your mouth. You’re about half way down the length of him and you can feel him petting your hair.

“Bene, amore mio,” he chokes out, “Molto bene. C-can you, eh, take more?”

You’re not sure but you’re willing to try, so you nod as best you can.

“Breathe through your nose, amata,” he sighs and you can feel drool threatening to spill from your lips and tears prick your eyes as you near the base of him. When the head of him prods your throat you swallow around him and the action causes his hips to spasm. Panicked, you jerk backwards - not sliding all the way off but just enough to where you can catch your breath - and you hear him murmuring praise above you.

“Cazzo, so good for me, taking me all the way into that pretty mouth. You’re doing so well for me, bellezza mia.”

His words of encouragement make your clit throb and push you to once again slide your lips down the length of him, dragging your tongue along the underside. This time, when his hips buck into your mouth you’re ready for him, allowing the head to bump the back of your throat as you nose the brown curls between his legs. Gently, the hand in your hair pulls you off him and pushes you back down, and you realize he’s showing you what he likes. 

“Ah, ragazza intelligente mia,” he groans, and you can feel his eyes on you as you begin to bob your head, “My beautiful girl always knows–ah!--what I like. Always–cazzo–so p-perfect for me. J-Just like that. Just like that, amore. J–augh–”

You’ve picked up your pace, the wet sounds between the two of you pornographic as you hollow your cheeks and suck. The hand unoccupied with gripping his cock, slides under your skirt where you find yourself soaked.

“That’s it,” Copia grunts, “Touch yourself, amata mia. L-Let those sweet fingers–hnngh–rub that pretty little clit.”

You do as he asks, moaning sloppily around his cock as you flex your hips into your hand. His grip on your hair tightens as he begins directing the movements of your head once more, fucking up into your throat and making you gag around him.

“Close,” he pants, “So close, a-amore. C-can I cum down your throat? Me lo permetterai? Please, please, please.”

As best you can, you look up at him and make eye contact. You imagine what he must see between his knees - you with your mouth stuffed full of him, mascara running down your cheeks, and your fingers frantically rubbing at your clit under your skirt - and the thought alone makes you cum, moaning around him and your hips bucking. You nod frantically as you continue chasing your own high and with one, two, three thrusts of his hips Copia empties himself in your throat. The way he holds you steady as his cock twitches in your mouth has you clenching around nothing, desperate for more of him. When he removes his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek as he pants wildly, you slowly slide off of him and rest your cheek on his trembling knee. You’re only half aware of the way he tucks himself back into his trousers and gently eases you up by the shoulders to sit in his lap. You brush your thumb along his cheekbone and lean in for a slow, deep kiss. He hums contentedly into your mouth and you pull away with a cheeky grin.

“Like the taste of yourself, amore? Filthy thing.”

He tilts his head back and laughs at your echoing of his words said only days ago during your first time together. You lean in and brush noses with him, moving to kiss him once more when the door flies open to reveal Terzo.

“I am here to discuss the gala fra–oh.”

The Papa’s eyes flick between the two of you and the smeared paints on both your lips.

“Ah, a little afternoon delight for my topolini, huh? Tell me was it on the desk? A classic, I–”

“Fuck off, Terzo,” you say.

His face falls.

“No, you don’t mean that bella. You–”

“She said fuck off, Terzo Emeritus. Now.”

Terzo schools his face into an expression of outrage but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to smile.

“Very well, just don’t come crying to me when Imperator asks why your work isn’t done, huh?”

“You mean your work, sì?” Copia says, giving him a look. Terzo lets out a nervous laugh.

“Ah, yes. Well. Perhaps I’ll just take this–” Terzo says, grabbing a thick manila folder labeled GALA “--and get back to ah, fucking off. Ciao ciao, topolini.”

With a flourish, he’s gone.

“Really should have locked that door,” you muse quietly, “Anyone could have come in.”

“Anyone did come in, amore,” Copia laughs, “But not only did you eh, soothe my worries, you inadvertently got Terzo to do his fucking job. Promise me you’ll come see me at lunch more often, sì?”

“Not just for the blowjobs?” you ask innocently, flicking the jeweled grucifix on his chest.

“Next time it’s your turn,” he says, gloved hand inching your floral skirt up your thigh.

“Hmm well last I checked,” you say, looking at your watch, “It’s only half past noon. Plenty of time for you to eat.”

He grins at you.

“You know Terzo was right,” he says, urging you to stand and hop up on the worksurface in front of him.

“Oh?”

“We have under utilized my desk.”

Your smile splits your face as you spread your legs for him to settle between.

“Good thing I wore a skirt then, hmm?”

He’s already hooking a finger on the gusset of your soaked underwear, pulling it to the side.

“Thank Satan for small mercies.”

“Ave Sathanas,” you sigh as you lie back and let him work his devilry.

[lemonadebottlecap]

most of the weird shit in twilight doesn’t even bother me but when Bella drank milk with her lasagna I was mad as hell

[oneshotnewbie]

What if Marina x daughter!reader are chillin at home together when Maya gets called to a 5alarm fire. Reader has major anxiety when Maya goes to big fires. Carina tries to calm her down, but gets called in to help with patients being sent to GreySloan from the fire. Reader has to come with Carina to the hospital and sees some of those injured in the ER before making it to Carinas office. Reader begins to follow all the news alert from the fire and starts to panic and worry for Maya. She’s in the midst of a full panic attack by the time Carina can check on her. Maya comes to the hospital with the last of the patients and goes to Carinas office and only then does reader begin to calm down, surrounded by her mothers.

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Dusk fell over the city as Maya, Carina and you decided to spend a cozy evening at home, cooking together and enjoying the free time as a family. The atmosphere was one of heartwarming laughter and the familiar smell of delicious ingredients.

Maya had taken the evening off to spend more time with you. Her job as a firefighter often involved unpredictable events and long working days, which is why such evenings together were particularly precious for your little family. The three of you worked in sync in the kitchen as the sound of happy chatter and laughter permeated the walls. You helped prepare the ingredients while the blonde prepared the aromatic lasagna sauce and made plans for after dinner.

A colorful sight spread across the airy kitchen. Fresh vegetables, fragrant herbs and a variety of spices covered the work surface. The food processor whirred while the Italian woman prepared the dough for fresh pasta. You, stood behind her to look over your mother's shoulder with curious eyes and pick up some tips.

“It smells so good!” You whispered enthusiastically and the two smiled at you, Carina briefly pulling you close to place a kiss on your temple. "It'll taste really good too, Bella."

The smell of garlic, onions and fresh tomatoes filled the kitchen and mixed with the pleasant atmosphere as you and Maya started to set the dining table. Time seemed to stand still as you sat down a short while later and approached the home-made meal that was filled with love. "You really have a talent for the kitchen, y/n. Maybe you should think about becoming a chef." Carina said, clearly proud of you, and you laughed. "Maybe I will. Or I'll become a firefighter. Or at least a surgeon.."

But before everyone could take the first forkful of lasagna, the shrill sound of Maya's radio pierced the harmonious silence. All three froze for a moment before the blonde looked around apologetically, narrowing her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to check this. It's an emergency call," she explained as she stood up and hastily searched for the device that was lying on the living room table. "A serious fire in a high-rise building requires 19 to be present immediately."

The joy in the air seemed to fade as the reality of Maya's responsibilities as a firefighter became present again. You looked over at her worriedly as she hurried into the bedroom and put on her firefighter uniform before saying goodbye to you with a quick kiss on the forehead to face the unknown of the new mission. "I love you guys. I'll be back as soon as possible."

With a final, determined look, she left the house, leaving you with a fearful heart. The laughter stopped and the kitchen, which had previously been filled with joy, now seemed quiet and deserted.

For the next minutes, your home became enveloped in nervous tension. You could already see the images of the blazing flames and the sound of the sirens in your mind, unable to get them out of your head. Your fear seemed to grow stronger with each emergency call. The idea of your mother having to fight fire in dangerous situations put you in a constant state of fear and panic.

Carina clearly sensed your fear and tried to calm you down with all her care. She would often sit with you and talk about the importance of Maya's job and how she was well trained and experienced. But your thoughts weren't so easy to calm down. Your fears enveloped you like a thick fog that made your heart feel heavy. "Amore mio, I promise you, Maya knows her job very well. She is strong and has the right training. You have to trust her."

You nodded, but the look of pure panic remained in your eyes as your heart pounded wildly in your chest and your body began to tremble. You couldn't keep your mind off your mother. Every time Maya was called to a new mission, your heart clenched with worry and you could hardly breathe. The persistent fear that permeated you overshadowed the present.

"She'll be back safely. You don't have to worry, okay? The safety of the team members at Station 19 is the top priority for everyone involved," she tried again, trying to ease the uncertainty in your eyes and complete the dinner. "Mom is a professional at what she does."

The smells of the now cold dish disappeared and your mind continued to wander when another beeper rang. This time it was Carina's. It was another emergency call that forced your other mother to come to work in the emergency room.

"I have to go to the hospital, sweetheart. The patients affected by the fire are being taken to Grey Sloan. I'm needed," she explained softly, her brow furrowing as she placed a hand on your shoulder. The words triggered another wave of panic in you that you could no longer suppress. "Please, not you too. Please stay here. I'm so scared. Please!"

“Hey, hey, hey,” she spoke carefully and stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. The gentle sway of her arms barely stopped your running tears, your body trembling in her arms. "If it calms you down, you can come with me and read some books in my office. I don't want to leave you alone with your fears."

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The sun had already set when you and Carina rushed into the busy emergency room at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. The panic in your eyes reflected the constant fear for your mother. Carina held your hand tightly, trying to calm you down as she navigated you down the hallway.

The atmosphere in the emergency room was intense. Doctors and nurses rushed from one patient room to the next while paramedics carried in the injured. The smell of disinfectant and the muffled murmur of conversation filled the air. You could feel the knotting tension inside you, getting worse by the second as you walked past the beds filled with people with burns and serious injuries. The image of Maya and the chance of her also ending up in the hospital injured like the rest of the people crept into your mind and your heart began to ache with fear once more.

Your mother led you to her office on the top floor, which was shielded from any hectic activity. "You can safely wait here, love. I'll see what's going on and make sure mom comes upstairs to you as soon as she returns from her mission."

You nodded and slowly walked into the room. Carina gently squeezed your shoulder again before leaving the office and heading back to the emergency room, leaving you alone.

Sitting on the chair next to the door, you tried to organize your thoughts. The images of the injured people in the emergency room were burned into your memory. A tingling sensation ran through your body and you forced yourself to take a deep breath.

The hum of muffled conversation filtered through the closed door as you watched the time and waited for your mothers. The scenes played out in your head of your mom fighting the flames and your mother caring for the injured. The thought of your mothers operating in this chaos increased your fears.

The time in the hospital crept by slowly, and your thoughts continued to revolve around your parents, especially Maya. You couldn't suppress the worry inside you, so you began meticulously monitoring the messages on your phone as you paced around the room. As the first reports of the fire came to you, you felt your fear building at a rapid pace.

With every word you read, another tidal wave of panic seemed to build. The images of fire and smoke described on the news hit you like a blow. You could literally feel the burning intensity of the flames burning your skin.

Your heart was racing, your hands were shaking, and your breathing was becoming shallower. The news reports seemed to confirm your worst fears, and the idea that your mom, Maya, was in the middle of a dangerous inferno almost made you lose your mind. But then the door opened and Carina stepped in. Her expression was serious, but the change in your features made her rush to you immediately. "Y/n, Bella. What happened?"

You could barely find your words as you turned over your phone to see the newscaster exclaiming about the terrible news. "Mom's still in there. She's in danger."

Carina tried to stay calm herself to stabilize you. She hugged herself tightly and walked with you to her desk, your eyes fixed on the closed door, hoping that Maya would soon be at your side as the relentless clock continued to tick. "Mi amore, the media often tends to be more dramatic in its reporting. Let's wait for official news before drawing conclusions, okay? If something had happened to her, Andy or Jack would have already called."

The brunette's words barely reached your frightened soul. The dark panic attacked and overwhelmed you with full force, and you felt the world around you begin to spin. Your chest felt tight and the world blurred before your eyes.

You sat on a chair, surrounded by white walls that, in your agitated state, looked like the shadowy scene of a nightmare. The brightness of the hospital lights seemed ominous, and the silence of the room was overshadowed by the deafening sounds of your own fears.

Thoughts of Maya's possible danger lost all reason. Every time you tried to breathe deeper, the air seemed to disappear like a scarce resource, and the flames of fear only flickered higher. Your gaze was blank and frozen, caught in a whirlpool of terror and worry.

Carina reacted immediately and pushed you into her desk chair. She tried to calm you down while you were overwhelmed. "Breathe with me, sweetheart. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly. I'm here, love." she whispered softly.

The panic attack was reaching its peak, but with each calming touch and empathetic word, the wave seemed to slowly subside. The Italian kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands gently on your knees. "Y/n, listen to me. We can do this together. We will erase this fear together." The words were difficult to reach you, but she didn't let go of it. She tried to calm you down with slow breaths. You gasped for air, but gradually, the control of your breathing returned.

Time stretched, and with every breath you fought your way out of the shackles of panic. The cries of fear became quieter and your vision gradually cleared. Carina held you tightly as the last remnants of fear coursed through you.

While your mother slowly got you back to normal breathing, Maya entered the emergency room exhausted, accompanied by the last patients of her risky fire mission. The experiences of today's fight against the flames had left them scarred.

The sounds of the emergency room came through the front door as she pushed herself through the crowd. She felt the exhaustion in her bones, but the thought of seeing her daughter and her wife again was the only bright spot after the tiring hours. Climbing the stairs to the upper floor, she soon entered her wife's office. You both looked up as the door opened suddenly, a relieved smile lighting up your features. "Mom, you're back!"

Maya nodded tiredly, her uniform marked by smoke and ash as you rushed into her arms. "How are you doing?" She asked you, but you didn't answer and instead snuggled closer to her. A questioning look rushed over her face and she pressed her lips together before looking at Carina, who stood up and immediately walked up to her. "She had a severe panic attack when news of the fire first surfaced. I calmed her down, but she was very worried about you."

Her heart clenched and she pulled away from you. Not hesitating for a second, she placed her fingers under your chin and forced you to look up at her. Your eyes were bloodshot and your cheeks were still wet from crying. "I'm here, y/n. Everything's fine, see?"

You sobbed quietly, the tears trapped in your panic now flowing with a sense of relief as you took a deep breath. The pent-up tension slowly let go. "I was so scared, mom. The news... I thought you..."

Maya held you closer to her. The three of you stood close together, soaked in the warmth of reunion. The flames of fear in your heart were extinguished, and in that moment you found comfort and support in her arms. "I'm here, and I'm safe. You don't have to worry."

[kellythepitiablefangirl]

just remembered that edward thought that bella’s lasagna was a casserole in midnight sun

[bellysoupset]

Vince and Wendy going out on a dinner date and one of them ends up getting food poisoning

Hi anon! I removed the "out" part, because everyone ignores that Vin is the best cook out of my boys and I'm personally offended. Cook!Vince for the win.

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"Stop," Vince said in a measured manner, when he felt Wendy press a kiss between his shoulder blades and wrap her arms around his torso, "you're gonna make me spill, little miss."

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire as she heard the nickname and she pressed another kiss on his shoulder, tiptoeing as much as she could to kiss his cheek, "I can't help it, you cooking is sexy."

"Everything I do is sexy," Vince scoffed, bumping his hip with her tummy so she'd stop interfering in his plating of the lasagna, "move out of the way, Wendy."

She let go of him, moving to the opposite side of the kitchen and jumping so she could sit on the counter, reaching for the wine bottle Vince had been using to season the food. She took a sip, noticing he too had been occasionally sipping from it by the way his cheeks were rosy.

"Alright, baby, in the oven you go..." Vince whispered, crouching down to put the large glass tray in the oven and then shutting it gently. Wendy pressed her lips not to laugh.

"I'm jealous, you never call me baby."

He scoffed, moving closer and slotting himself right between her legs, "you're so not 'baby', honey," Vin chuckled, nibbling at her bottom lip and bumping her nose with his, "did you..." he pulled back, "did you have cherry today?"

"Uhm?" Wendy wrapped her legs around him, ankles locking around his ass and pulling Vince closer, "no, a raspberry cupcake earlier when I was out with Bella."

Vince made a small appreciative noise as he could still taste the berries in her mouth, going in for a kiss.

She was excited about him cooking. Wendy had heard the guys talk about Vin's cooking before and she had been told by his sister that he was good at it, but somehow she had never had the chance to actually prove it. Something always got in the way, so much so it was a running joke between them that his chef apron was cursed. Every time he had put it on, something else had happened and forced their attention.

Her stomach growled with hunger and Vin pulled back, all smug, "right on time for dinner."

He had outdone himself. Wendy's mouth watered as Vince served her a large piece of spinach lasagna, pressing a kiss to her temple, "enjoy."

For dessert, it was strawberry gelato and Wendy could've sworn she died and went to heaven, "so they weren't exaggerating about your cooking," she moaned, digging on the bottom of the serving dish, her third serving of dessert, while Vince chuckled, eating his fourth serving.

"Oh yeah?" He said, tipping her chair and causing Wendy to scramble and glare at him. She licked off her lips.

"You want praise? Yeah, this is the best food ever, I'm never cooking again. You can take over the kitchen forever," she sighed happily, setting the dish down and then groaning, pulling on the elastic of her skirt, "I may have had a plate too many."

"No such thing," Vince rolled his eyes, pulling her chair closer with his foot and the movement caused a little burp to slip past her lips. Wendy's whole face turned red as she pressed her fist to her mouth and mumbled "excuse me."

Despite her kink, or maybe because of it, she was hyper aware of every little noise her body made. Tummy growls that she found the hottest thing when they came from Vince, made spikes of embarrassment run down her spine when they came from her. Little burps that turned her on when they were her boyfriend's, made her cringe and want to run when they were hers.

"You're in your head, doll," Vince said, getting up from his chair and kissing the top of her head, "you ate a little too much, so what."

"It's gross," Wendy pouted, extremely self conscious of how her stomach was pressing against her skirt and how she wanted to change in her pajamas, how her body would look. She wanted to be hot and cute and... Attractive. This didn't feel attractive.

"Nothing about you is gross," Vince said, returning to the dining area and starting to load the dishes in the dishwasher. Wendy frowned, getting up and biting down another burp. Her stomach gurgled and she fought the urge to touch it, walking to the kitchen and leaning against the doorway, grimacing as the wall pressed on her upset belly.

"It's not exactly dainty," she said and Vince frowned, as if the thought hadn't ever occurred him.

"Dainty?"

"Yeah, cute. Girly," Wendy grimaced, another burp gurgling up her throat and being swallowed back down, causing her stomach to bubble uncomfortably.

He raised his eyebrows, "eating isn't girly?" Vince closed the dishwasher with his hip, twisting the dishcloth in his hand.

"Being a slob isn't," Wendy scoffed, "cute girls don't overdo it and get upset bellyaches and all burpy and bloated and-"

"Honey," Vince chuckled, "you're the sweetest looking thing I've ever seen and you burp. Big deal," he rolled his eyes, "how come stomachaches are only hot when I'm the one suffering?"

"Because you are hot," Wendy wrinkled her nose as he used the dishcloth as a lasso and looped it around her back, pulling her closer, "but I'm-"

"Shut it," Vince scoffed, cupping her face and stopping Wendy's hurtful following words, "don't you dare say that about my girlfriend."

She let out an unhappy noise, mouth snapped shut by his hand cupping her chin, "it's not pretty-" Wendy mumbled and Vince glared at her.

"You're not a barbie doll, Wen. I don't want you to be one," he pressed a kiss on her mouth, muffling the next words, "stop with this nonsense, honey."

Wendy let out a frustrated sigh, but she nodded, knowing there was no hope for him to change her mind with just a couple of words or for her to change his. Vince wrapped his arms around her, steering them back to her bedroom and she unhappily changed into her pajamas, purposefully picking to pair one of his shirts with her little shorts, since it easily dwarfed her and didn't stick to her belly.

If Vince noticed, he said nothing. She sat down on the bed, muffling a string of wet belches as she heard him move around in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, taking a leak and tying up his hair in a little bun. He had the worst habit of stealing her scrunchies, at this point she was sure he had more scrunchies in his dorm than she did in her apartment.

"No skincare tonight?" Vince asked, throwing himself on the bed with a satisfied groan and kicking off the blankets. Wendy grimaced as a cramp squeezed her belly.

"No, I can make up for it in the morning," she groaned, getting up and going to brush her teeth. As she was doing so, the toothbrush triggered her gag reflex and suddenly all the food rushed up, causing her to brace against the sink, squeezing it as she tried to gulp down the awful burning in her throat.

She vaguely heard Vince say something, as she washed her mouth and face, now with sweat prickling her upper lip. The urge to gag lessened, but the nausea stayed, sitting heavy in her belly.

"What did you say?" Wendy mumbled, coming back to the room and turning off the lights on her way in, so he couldn't get a good look of her face.

"I asked if you want to continue Outlander," Vince hadn't gotten the memo she didn't feel like being touched, because he reached in the dark, illuminated solely by the red Netflix logo on her TV screen, and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to lie on top of him.

"You hate Outlander," Wendy said, hiding her face against his chest and cringing when the position put even more pressure on her stomach. She hoped he couldn't feel her belly gurgling something awful through the two layers of fabric.

"Well yeah, it's historical hot garbage," Vin scoffed, twirling one piece of her hair in his fingers, "but you like the little ginger fella."

"There's nothing little about Jamie," Wendy chuckled, but shook her head, exhaustion hitting her, "I think I just wanna sleep this tummy ache off."

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?"

It was an offer she should have predicted, seeing as she did that to him every time he had even a minor bellyache, but she hadn't. Both desire and mortification flooded her. The idea of a belly rub when it was feeling this upset was hot in theory, but the mortification of Vin being so aware of how gross and bloated her belly felt overrode her kink.

"No, don't touch it," Wendy said and he hummed in agreement, wrapping both arms around her and settling for rubbing her back until he lulled her into an unease sleep.

She tossed on the bed as soon as she was asleep, freeing herself from his grasp and curling on her side. Vince was still awake, watching Modern Family on a very low volume. He could vaguely hear Wendy wasn't feeling well, from the little whines coming from her tummy, but she was asleep, so he didn't think of waking her up.

He should've thought of it.

Vince was chuckling at Gloria's remark on the TV when suddenly Wendy lurched up. In her sleepy daze and nausea, she couldn't make out which way was where, so she turned to him. He heard a soft, delicate belch and then suddenly a flood of liquid covered the blankets.

"Dio-Jesus fucking christ, Wendy!" He jumped out of the bed, not angry but surprised, it took a second before concern had him circling the mattress and sitting behind her. There was no salvation for the blankets, not after that massive heave and so all he could do was hold the hair away from her mouth and rub her back, "oh honey, you really overdid it..."

She hiccupped, then let out a sob and Vince frowned, turning on the bedside table lamp since the tv light was hardly enough. It was a gruesome sight. All beige and sticky, the bits of spinach hadn't digested at all. He couldn't help but gag softly against his hand, quickly pushing the queasiness away as he heard yet another pitiful sob.

"I'm so sorry," Wendy whimpered, "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean-"

"Shhh, I know you didn't mean to puke on my lap," he teased lightly, rubbing her back with a little more force and causing her to gag again, another mouthful of vomit joining the mess, "get it up, honey, you'll feel better..."

Wendy gagged, harshly and then attempted to wrap her arms around her stomach, something he quickly stopped her from doing since she had covered the front of her top with puke, "hurts Vince..."

"Take a deep breath, amore, your tummy should settle now it got the excess off," he patted her back, "it was just too full..."

"No," Wendy shook her head, "I'm still feeling really sick."

He frowned, but said nothing as she gagged again and even more puke joined the mess. It was frankly impressive the amount she could fit inside of her.

She let out a whimper and he bunched up all the hair in one hand, reaching in to wipe her tears, "shhh, you're alright, honey..."

"This is such a mess," Wendy hiccupped, "and my stomach is still hurting..."

"Are you done for now? Can we move to the bathroom?" Vince couldn't believe there was anything left for her to bring up after those massive gushes, but Wendy looked unsure.

"Help me," she said in a tiny voice and he held her arms, carefully removing her from under the ruined duvet and helping her hurriedly walk to the suite's bathroom. Wendy groaned as she caught a glimpse of her ruined pajama shirt, "that's so gross- I'm so gross-"

"I'm gonna get you a new top, honey," Vince promised, lowering her in front of the toilet, "hold on a second."

He rushed back in the room, grabbing a new pj top for her and folding the ruined blanket, running to stuff it in the washing machine.

"Here," Vince ran back to the bathroom, then cringed as he found Wendy draped over the toilet, the bowl already dirty with vomit, "arms up, doll-" he instructed, carefully peeling off the messy shirt. Wendy let out another humiliated groan, eyes tearing up all over again.

"I don't think the food was right," she mumbled, looking beyond nauseated as Vince manhandled her arms in the correct arm holes. He frowned, feeling a little offended.

"...I- But I ate more than you did and I feel fine..." Vince pouted and Wendy let out a little hiccup, turning back to the bowl and spitting the excess saliva.

"Not yours..." her voice was thick with the nausea, "the lunch-" more vomit rushed up and Vince had to scramble to hold her forehead, so she wouldn't hit it against the toilet seat with the force of her heaves. He felt an odd sense of relief that it wasn't his food making her sick.

"Oh no," Vince sighed, grabbing a handful of toilet paper and wiping her mouth when it seemed she was done for the time being. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheeks and forehead, but indeed she was cool to the touch, "you and Bell had the same thing?"

"Yeah..." Wendy leaned heavily on his touch, wincing, "I need... Fuck, I need some privacy," she pushed his arm and Vince raised his eyebrows in confusion, only to be answered by her tummy growling loudly. He flinched in sympathy, having been in that position too many times to count.

"Take your time, I'm gonna go out to call Lucas, make sure Bells is fine," Vince said, reassuring her he'd be nowhere near to hear any noise, knowing his girlfriend would definitely feel better that way, "shout if you need me."

"Uhummm," was all Wendy replied, squeezing her eyes shut as a cramp hit her.

It worried him to leave her alone, but true to his word he did get out of the bedroom, opening the windows to get rid of the smell of vomit and walking to the laundry room, phone pressed between his cheek and ear.

It rang only twice before Lucas picked it up, despite the fact it was late at a night. A bad sign in itself.

"Hey," Lucas said, voice alert, "I'm guessing you're calling because of Wen?"

"Bella also got it, then," Vince sighed, "how is she?"

"Bella, you wanna answer Vince how you're feeling?" Luke's playful voice travelled through the phone and then a loud whine, causing Vince to let out a snort.

"That great, uh?"

"Amazing," Lucas scoffed, "but I think it's just food poisoning, she's already holding down liquid. I'm not worried... How's Wendy?"

"Sick as hell," Vince cringed, turning on the washing machine and leaning against it, "I'm a little worried, she's tiny..."

"She'll be fine, it's just food poisoning, Vin," Lucas reassured him, voice getting deep as he yawned mid sentence, "look, give her sometime, if she's still sick in the morning then call up Jonah."

Vince bit the inside of his cheek, nodding before he realized his friend couldn't see him, "yeah alright. Tell Bells I hope she feels better soon..."

"I will," Lucas yawned again and then hung up with a sleepy "bye", Bella echoing him in the background.

Vince walked back inside the common area of the apartment, walking back to the bedroom. The bathroom door was still shut, so he knocked, "Wendy? Are you okay?"

"Yes, go away!" she exclaimed immediately and he pulled back from the door, frowning.

"Do you need anything?"

"For you to go away!"

"Ah, okay..." he pouted, "I'll be in the living room."

True to his word, he walked out once again, but couldn't bring himself to sit in the living room when she was this sick. Instead he sat down in the hallway, battling sleep and mentally counting. If she wasn't out soon, he'd go and knock again.

Ten minutes passed with no noise, no nothing and Vince inched closer to the door, poking his head back inside the room, "Wendy, I'm worried-"

"I'm fine!" she exclaimed again, although he was pretty sure she was crying. Vince's heart squeezed.

"Honey, please let..."

Finally the door opened and Wendy stumbled out. Her face was waxy pale and she had pulled her hair back with the pink wool headband she used when doing her skincare. It looked comically out of place.

Vince rushed up crossing the room in two steps and reaching to hold her, a good thing he did because it looked like she could barely stand.

"It hurts, Vin..." Wendy choked up, allowing him to pull her to the bed. Vince let out a whimper of his own in sympathy, helping her get comfortable.

"I need you to drink some water, Wen," he said, sitting next to her and planting a hand on her back as Wendy curled up around him as if he was a teddy bear.

"No," she groaned, "it's just gonna come back up... Or worse."

"Maybe, but you still have to drink," he reached to grab his own water bottle and held it to her mouth, "just one sip," Vince bargained when she wrinkled her nose and tried to pull back.

With some ushering he managed to get her to drink a full gulp, Wendy immediately curling up even more and muffling a sick belch against the pillow.

"I don't want you to see me like this," she moaned, face buried in the soft pillow case and Vince rolled his eyes.

"You're delirious," he joked, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead, "move, let me rub your belly."

"I'm not feverish," Wendy scoffed and refused to move, her pale and clammy cheeks gaining a pink flush at his offer, "don't touc-"

She never finished that sentence, because Vince scooped her up easily, sliding under her and lifting up the pajamas top so he could plant his hand against her turbulent tummy.

"Excuse me?" Wendy scoffed, but all annoyance melted on her face as she pressed her head to his lap and Vince gently started to knead her belly, "god, this feels horrible..."

"Luke said Bella is already keeping down liquid, you'll be out of the woods soon," Vince said, frowning as he could feel all the angry bubbles under his hand. Wendy had a soft, squishy tummy most days, but now it was bloated so much that it felt hard to the touch, "you should sue."

"I should," Wendy planted a hand to her mouth, muffling a sick belch and mumbling "excuse me."

He patted her ass with a frustrated groan, "there's no point in the belly rub if you don't let the gas out, Wendy," he moved his hand back to where it was, "I'm never grossed out by you, I love you."

She sighed, turning so she could press her face to his stomach instead of being facing away, "I know, it's just... It's just hard... I don't want to be disgusting, I want to be beautiful and I don't think... I don't like you seeing me like this."

Vince slid down the bed a little, running his free hand through her hair, "you are beautiful, Wen. I'm serious, you're gorgeous... Being sick doesn't change that."

She let out a groan, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye and Vince frowned, he knew this was an emotional talk, but it was clearly harder for her to say this out loud than he was taking into account.

"I'm scared that you'll find me repulsive and not want to be with me anymore," Wendy mumbled, as if the words physically hurt her to say and Vince's heart broke in a million pieces.

"I don't like the guy I am in your head," he chastised, cupping her face, and she widened her eyes, scrambling to interrupt him, but Vince pressed a finger over her lips, "I love you. Do you understand that? It means so much more than how you look, honey."

She seemed ready to cry, so she ducked her head, pressing her cheek to his chest, "I love you too," Wendy said in a little voice and Vince sighed, kissing the top of her head, not feeling one bit reassured. He wondered who had convinced her she'd be unlovable if she was ugly.

[queenofglassbeliever]

Bella Swan as a witch

Witches (my interpretation) in the Twilight universe. What types of witch Bella would be. And what powers/abilities she'd have.

Witches are Gifted Humans who spontaneously develop the ability to use magic as a response to trauma. Such as parentification, multiple near death experiences, being dumped by one's boyfriend and being abandoned by his family after being treated as a beloved member. The new witch will become connected to an element that best reflects their personality. The witch will develop powers that are tied to their connected element and are a manifestation of their strongest characteristics.

Bella would be connected to the earth. The earth symbolizes strength, steadfastness and wisdom. These are reflections of Bella's stubbornness and her resilience from taking care of her mom and herself from such a young age. The earth is also a symbol of empathy and fertility. These are reflections of Bella's compassion, how she's able to show grace and love to even the supernatural and her nurturing spirit.

Powers Bella would develop.

Geo-mystokinesis: the power to perform magical feats by drawing on the forces of the earth, giving Bella magic abilities that are tied to nature.

Geokinesis: the power to manipulate earth Chlorokinesis: the power to manipulate plant-life and vegetation.

Kitchen witchcraft: the power to use witchcraft that centers around the kitchen

Magical cooking: the power to prepare dishes infused with enchantments and spells. Ingredient enchantment: the power to charm ingredients used to prepare spell infused dishes. Herbal magic: the power to utilize herbs to concoct magical teas, potions, and elixirs.

What types of witch would Bella be? The powers that Bella has determine her witchy path as a kitchen witch and a green witch. Bella has been cooking since the age of six. The kitchen is a familiar and comforting environment. Baking spells into lasagnas or charming jars of homemade jams would be the natural path for witchy Bella. As a green witch, Bella would nurture her connection to the natural world. She already enjoys being outdoors especially when the weather is nice. Though she was, at first, unhappy to be in Forks she did appreciate the other worldly beauty of the greenery. In Midnight Sun, there's this part where she's describing Arizona to Edward and she really puts emphasis on the simplistic beauty that the Arizonian landscape has to offer. Bella is just someone who appreciates the beauty and mystery in nature which is why I think that, as a witch, her powers would be earth based.

Random headcanon. Whenever Bella uses her geo-mystokinesis powers, there's a green glow around her hands. Like MCUs Wanda's powers or Polaris from The Gifted.

[aintmyjewelry]

why is bella drinking milk with dinner. her dinner is lasagna.

[shanie]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last five blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! <3

(no pressure)

Oh geez, how did I just notice this! Ok, here we go. #1. I used to be BIG into Origami. Like, I had so many designs memorized and would just sit in class making the designs out of printer paper rather than pay attention. I would even make the more complex pieces as gifts for friends. I got so good at it, that when my classroom in 6th grade did a lesson on the 1000 paper cranes, and the teacher taught everyone how to make paper cranes, he let me walk around the room helping people because I was better at them than he was. #2. The last video game I completed from start to finish without any cheat codes or mods was Metroid Prime on Gamecube. The first one. It drove me bonkers to beat it fairly, to the point of, when I reached the final, 3-stage end boss, I literally bought a hotel room for a week just so I could essentially lock myself in there undisturbed until I could beat it. My determination was INSANE, and it took almost the full week to do it, but I succeeded.

#2.5. Speaking of Gamecube, one time, when I was playing through the Adventure mode of Super Smash Bros Melee, I accidentally got a perfect game. Full no-damage run from start to finish. I wasn't trying to, I was just playing because I was bored, and I didn't even realize I had done so until I got to the final awards stage and got the trophy.

#3. When I went to the house show this past December, my mother offered to take me to ANY restaurant in the area for dinner. There were all sorts of expensive restaurants in the area I could have gone to...

I chose Olive Garden. Not because I love Olive Garden, it's borderline the worst Italian food you can get, but because I wanted to take photos and research the experience for the Generico!verse because I hadn't been there in awhile. I got the Ravioli, which is Generico's favorite in the universe, but I really wish I could go again and get the Lasagna because I need to know how it tastes for "A Lovely Bella Giorno". Anyway, yeah, sort of four random facts, but, thanks for sending this, It was fun!

[neversatisfiedwithlife]

BELLA AND LASAGNA

[ambyandony]

i should have figured out on my own significantly earlier that 'gn' in italian is like spanish 'ñ' because the fucking word lasagna sounds like that.

like that should have been obvious to me but i was busy fucking pronouncing 'sorella' as if it were a spanish word despite knowing the correct way to say 'bella' and 'fratello' so i should have fucking KNOWN it was not pronounced like the spanish LL.

i also didnt realise the 'e' is pronounced at the end of words such as the names Leone and Melone. which i also should have figured out much earlier because 'mama le-oh-nay left a note on the door and said sonny move out to the country'. Billy Joel one of my greatest inspirations tried to fucking warn me!!!!!!! but catch me saying it like Sierra fucking Leone!!!! AM I DENSE

[gravehags]

destroying all (and make them want it again) - the natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: copia holding natalie hostage for marathon fucking, copia being our favorite little sex freak, office sex, blowjobs, terzo being terzo, natalie becoming more satanic every day :)

Words: 2,851

Summary: You'd think after almost three days of being held hostage by her perverted lover, Natalie would have tired of his touch. You'd think.

a/n: me editing this (everything) about natalie: god i wish that were me

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By the time Copia allows Natalie to stumble out of his quarters two days after her fateful visit she is delightfully, deliciously sore.

She had no idea he’d be so…voracious. That she’d be so voracious. Her mild-mannered awkward Cardinal had her bent over and spread on every surface in his apartment, multiple times, drawing words out of her that she never dreamed of saying. He wasn’t a cruel kidnapper either - sporadically he would leave the apartment and return to her bearing sustenance from the dining hall. Natalie’s favorite was lounging nude on his mussed sheets while he dutifully and adoringly fed her plump purple grapes, kissing her in between bites. The thought stirs her heart as she opens her apartment door and stumbles inside to her bedroom to collapse face down on the duvet. She groans as she hikes one leg up, the beautiful ache of being thoroughly used emanating from her core and into her muscles. She’s about to throw herself in the shower when her phone vibrates.

Miss you already bellezza mia xx

She sighs.

Miss you more <3

I could…come over?

Natalie laughs out loud, shaking her head.

You dog! You’re relentless. I haven’t showered in days, I feel filthy.

I could help you feel filthier ;)

Copia! Not that I’m opposed to the idea but my girl needs a break, per favore. You’ve worn her out.

Mi dispiace amore, she’s just so plump and willing and perfect for me, I can’t help myself.

Speaking of her girl, she’s stirring to attention at the thought of where this conversation is going and Natalie’s fingers hover over the screen, tempted, before shaking her head.

You’re welcome to come over but no funny business. Might show my face in the dining hall to prove I’m still alive if you’re interested in meeting me there.

There’s a pause and her phone vibrates.

I’ll meet you at dinner and see if I can’t persuade her. Ti amo <3

Love you

When the two of them meet up a couple hours later at their usual table in the dining hall they garner more than a few curious looks. Rather than taking his typical spot across from her, instead he elects to sit next to her. Natalie’s midway through a forkful of vegetarian lasagna when she feels the slide of leather clad fingers along her thigh. When she slowly turns her head, Copia’s shit-eating grin pans into view and she drops her fork, unamused.

“Really? In front of my lasagna?”

He gives her a creepy nod, still holding his smile and the sight has her bringing a fist to her mouth to stifle her laughter. Reaching down she grabs one of his fingers and bends it back slightly as a warning.

“Ah, my amore would never hurt–ah!”

He cradles his hand to his chest and gives Natalie a pout unbefitting a man of his distinguished age and position.

“Told you,” she says, shoving a bite of lasagna into her mouth then pointing at him with her fork, “No funny business.”

“Oh she’s cruel,” he laments, shaking his head, “La mia crudele, bella padrona. She would watch me wither away, never to feel her touch–”

“Oh come on, Copia, you held me hostage in your bed for almost three days! This is the first real meal I’ve had in literal days please let me–”

“She does not care for me,” he says, somehow managing to give her the most unsettling puppy-dog eyes ever. “She tells me she hates me and she wants me dead.”

“Oh for the love of fuck you cannot be serious,” her cheek rests on her propped up fist, watching this ridiculous display. “I just want to enjoy my lasagna unmolested–” she lowers her voice as a sibling walks past, giving the two of them a disgusted once-over, “--so naturally that means I hate you. Unholy fuck, if I had known pussy was going to turn you into this I never would have–”

“What kind of fuck?” Copia asks innocently, mustache twitching.

“I–hmm. You must be rubbing off on me.”

“Is that an invitation?” he asks, filthy leer returning to his face.

Natalie rolls her eyes but can’t smother the smile.

“I’m leaving, Copia,” she announces, standing up. “If you would like to accompany me to bed - for sleep - then you know where to find me. Unbelievable.”

She stomps off and she can feel his eyes on the sway of her ass the entire way out of the room. He does join her, not long after that, the picture of a perfect gentleman as he strokes her hair and places soft kisses to the top of her head. She can’t lie though - a part of her is disappointed he didn’t continue his dirty old man routine but, she thinks as her eyes drift closed, she really did need to give her poor cunt a break.

The next morning Natalie awakens to an empty space beside her and she’s not surprised. Copia had to wake up early for morning prayer and she’s been lucky to have had him by her side for as long as she did. She feels his absence acutely - how could she not after days with him? - and it leaves her with a lingering sense of melancholy as she gets ready for the day and leaves her quarters. The first few hours of her work day pass without incident - typing emails, ordering archival supplies, meeting briefly with Sister Imperator (with whom Natalie can barely make eye contact after shirking her duties to get repeatedly and thoroughly railed by Imperator’s Cardinal), and continuing on her quest to catalog the Ministry’s extensive art collection. When lunchtime rolls around, that unpleasant sadness sits heavy in her belly. Part of her feels ridiculous letting herself be so affected by well, love, but hey it’s her first time at this, right? Gotta cut herself some slack. Her heart aches for him but also…other parts of her. She thought for sure after the marathon he just put her through she’d be satisfied for a while but if anything it’s made her even more hungry. When she looks up at the clock and realizes it’s lunchtime, a low heat begins to simmer in her belly and between her legs. She hesitates before standing up and heading to the door with a grin on her face.

When she approaches Copia’s office door and knocks softly, she’s met with a muffled “entrare!” and opens it to sidle inside. He’s on his old landline with someone he clearly would rather not be speaking to judging from his exaggerated eye-rolls and dismissive hand gestures. Natalie quietly walks up to his desk and tries not to laugh as she listens to him desperately try to end the conversation.

“Uh-huh. Yes. Yep. Uh, you too. Okay, goodbye. Good–what? Yes that will be taken care of, of course. Buh-bye. Bye.” Copia slams the receiver down and turns to fix her with a tired stare.

“Long day?” she asks, rounding the desk to lean against it.

“Stressful day, all of a sudden the fundraiser gala is my problem when it should be Terzo’s problem, but where is Terzo? Nowhere to be found, naturalmente. And Psaltaria–wh-what are you doing?”

Natalie’s halfway through sinking to her knees next to him when she blinks up at him innocently.

“Helping with the stress.”

His jaw falls open and he swallows thickly, eyes on the way she inches up her flowy skirt to expose her spread thighs to his gaze. She places her hands on his knees and he jumps comically.

“Cardinale, you were very thorough in your ah, teachings these past few days however there are some areas we never touched upon.”

“O-oh?”

“Mmm mmhmm,” she confirms, grabbing the end of his black cassock and inching it up his legs. When she reaches past his knees and can go no further he lifts himself off the chair and hastily draws the garment to his hips. She smiles at the tent in his trousers and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Missed you this morning,” Natalie murmurs, hand coming up to cup the curve of his cock. “Been wanting you so badly all day.”

“T-thought you were eh, sick of my advances?”

She gives him a gentle squeeze and smile, resting her cheek on his knee.

“That was yesterday,” she says, finger drawing patterns on his bulge, “And while she might be tired, I certainly am not.”

His gloved hands grip the armrests of his desk chair as she leans forward to slowly unzip his trousers. When she takes him out, hard and leaking, he sighs.

“You don’t know how many times I came into this office wanting to do this exact thing,” she confesses, hand wrapping around him, “How all you had to do was say the word and I’d be on my knees or bent over that desk.”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-Is that so, amore? So all those times we were in here working, you–”

“--were thinking about you fucking me raw? Mmhmm.”

Copia lets out a sigh of her name and his head falls against the back of his chair.

“But let’s not think about the past, hmm? All I want to think about right now is you teaching me how you like to fuck my mouth. Okay?”

His hips buck into her touch and he lets out a whine before nodding. Slowly, keeping her eyes on his, she brings her lips to the red, swollen head and places a chaste kiss. Pre dampens her lips and she slowly darts her tongue out to taste the salt of him. He exhales shakily and encouraged by this, Natalie lowers herself once more to drag the tip of her tongue along his slit. His low whimper makes her grin and gently she slides her lips over the head, flattening her tongue underneath him. She wants to drag this out as long as possible, delighting in the feel of his heated flesh in her mouth so she suckles at it and moans around him when his gloved hand flies to the back of her head.

“D-dolcezza,” he breathes, burying his fingers in her long, loose hair to cup her skull, “Are you s-sure you’ve never done this before?”

Natalie slips him out of her mouth and gives him a grin.

“I’m flattered,” she murmurs, using her thumb to rub against the vein going down the length, “But no. Just watched a lot of porn, honestly.”

He chuffs out a laugh and his head tips back to thunk against the back of his chair.

“Tell me what you want, my love,” she says, “Tell me what you like. Guide me.”

His eyes slip closed and a lazy grin curls his lips.

“Amore you could bite it off and I’d say thank you,” he groans as she lowers her lips to suck at the head once more, “But–ah–I want to see what y-your instinct tells you, si?”

When she laughs around him the vibrations make his hips twitch against her mouth, and she takes that as permission. Slowly, she slides her lips past the head and down the shaft and she can feel herself dripping at the way he stretches her mouth. She’s about half way down the length of him and can feel him petting her hair.

“Bene, amore mio,” he chokes out, “Molto bene. C-can you, eh, take more?”

She’s not sure but she’s willing to try, so she nods as best she can.

“Breathe through your nose, Natalia,” he sighs and she can feel drool threatening to spill from her lips and tears prick her eyes as she nears the base. When the head of him prods her throat she swallows around him and the action causes his hips to spasm. Panicked, she jerks backwards - not sliding all the way off but just enough to where she can catch her breath - and she hears him murmuring praise above her.

“Cazzo, so good for me, taking me all the way into that pretty mouth. You’re doing so well for me, bellezza mia.”

His words of encouragement make her clit throb and push her to once again slide her lips down the length of him, dragging her tongue along the underside. This time, when his hips buck into her mouth she’s ready, allowing the head to bump the back of her throat as she noses the brown curls between his legs. Gently, the hand in her hair pulls her off him and pushes her back down, and she realizes he’s showing her what he likes. 

“Ah, ragazza intelligente mia,” he groans, and Natalie can feel his eyes on her as she begins to bob her head, “My beautiful girl always knows–ah!--what I like. Always–cazzo–so p-perfect for me. J-Just like that. Just like that, amore. J–augh–”

She’s picked up her pace, the wet sounds between the two of them pornographic as she hollows her cheeks and sucks. The hand unoccupied with gripping his cock slides under her skirt where she finds herself soaked.

“That’s it,” Copia grunts, “Touch yourself, amata mia. L-Let those sweet fingers–hnngh–rub that pretty little clit.”

Natalie does as he asks, moaning sloppily around his cock as she flexes her hips into her hand. His grip on her hair tightens as he begins directing the movements of her head once more, fucking up into her throat and making her gag around him.

“Close,” he pants, “So close, N-Natalia. C-can I cum down your throat? Me lo permetterai? Please, please, please.”

As best she can, she looks up at him and makes eye contact. She imagines what he must see between his knees - her with her mouth stuffed full of him, mascara running down her cheeks, and her fingers frantically rubbing at her clit under her skirt - and the thought alone makes Natalie cum, moaning around him and her hips bucking. She nods frantically as she continues chasing her own high and with one, two, three thrusts of his hips Copia empties himself in her throat. The way he holds her steady as his cock twitches in her mouth has her clenching around nothing, desperate for more of him. When he removes his hand from the back of her head to cup her cheek as he pants wildly, she slowly slides off of him and rests her cheek on his trembling knee. She’s only half aware of the way he tucks himself back into his trousers and gently eases her up by the shoulders to sit in his lap. She brushes her thumb along his cheekbone and leans in for a slow, deep kiss. He hums contentedly into her mouth and she pulls away with a cheeky grin.

“Like the taste of yourself, amore? Filthy thing.”

He tilts his head back and laughs at the echoing of his words said only days ago during their first time together. Natalie leans in and brushes noses with him, moving to kiss him once more when the door flies open to reveal Terzo.

“I am here to discuss the gala fra–oh.”

The Papa’s eyes flick between the two of them and the smeared paints on both their lips.

“Ah, a little afternoon delight for my topolini, huh? Tell me was it on the desk? A classic, I–”

“Fuck off, Terzo,” Natalie says.

His face falls.

“No, you don’t mean that bella. You–”

“She said fuck off, Terzo Emeritus. Now.”

Terzo schools his face into an expression of outrage but she can tell he’s trying desperately not to smile.

“Very well, just don’t come crying to me when Imperator asks why your work isn’t done, huh?”

“You mean your work, sì?” Copia says, giving him a look. Terzo lets out a nervous laugh.

“Ah, yes. Well. Perhaps I’ll just take this–” Terzo says, grabbing a thick manila folder labeled GALA “--and get back to ah, fucking off. Ciao ciao, topolini.”

With a flourish, he’s gone.

“Really should have locked that door,” Natalie muses quietly, “Anyone could have come in.”

“Anyone did come in, amore,” Copia laughs, “But not only did you eh, soothe my worries, you inadvertently got Terzo to do his fucking job. Promise me you’ll come see me at lunch more often, sì?”

“Not just for the blowjobs?” she asks innocently, flicking the jeweled grucifix on his chest.

“Next time it’s your turn,” he says, gloved hand inching her floral skirt up her thigh.

“Hmm well last I checked,” she says, looking at her watch, “It’s only half past noon. Plenty of time for you to eat.”

He grins at her.

“You know Terzo was right,” he says, urging her to stand and hop up on the worksurface in front of him.

“Oh?”

“We have under utilized my desk.”

Natalie’s smile splits her face as she spreads her legs for him to settle between.

“Good thing I wore a skirt then, hmm?”

He’s already hooking a finger on the gusset of her soaked underwear, pulling it to the side.

“Thank Satan for small mercies.”

“Ave Sathanas,” she sighs as she lies back and lets him work his devilry.

[aurozmp]

io: “ok è arrivato il momento di vivere una vita normale, come quella di tutti. una fetta di pizza in più non cambierà la mia vita, come non la cambierà una brioche la mattina o una lasagna bella farcita.”

cellulite: “ciao eccomi non ci siamo mai visti ma ormai non andrò mai più via da te”

DIO CANE CHE NERVI IO GIURO STO IMPAZZENDO MAI AVUTA MAI ORA HO DUE BUCHI DUE MADONNA LADRA SONO INCAZZATA NERA

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Sono abruzzese perché...

Sono abruzzese perché "ma porca miseria" si dice "naggia sant" o "nagg'a la Majell"

Sono abruzzese perché l'unica espressione di stupore che uso è 'frechete!', 'frechetengul', 'ngul a Ev' o "mazz't"

Sono abruzzese perché quann chiaman lasagna nu timball li guard sturcenn lu nas

Sono abruzzese perché se non so qualcosa dirò sempre "ni sacc"

Sono abruzzese perché per indicare un qualsiasi uccello dico "esse na cicciacora" e le lumache sono "li ciammariche"

Sono abruzzese perché per chiedere cosa bisogna fare dico "c'amma fa?"

Sono abruzzese perché ma almeno ci ho provato si dice "ce so pruvat"

Sono abruzzese perché per mandare a quel paese qualcuno dico "vid a do da i" o "vatt a nia" o se scherzosamente "te piess nu ben"

Sono abruzzese perché na scrippell e le rustell se magnan con la man su lu core

Sono abruzzese perché nella mia famiglia Pasqua significa fiadoni e agnello cac'e ov e Natale significa lu brod cun lu cardon e li pallott

Sono abruzzese perché bon lu tiramisù e gli altri dolcetti ma na pizza doce o li caciunitt non si rifiutano mai

Sono abruzzese perché solo nu tinem na muntagn come Bella addormentata e nu lag come nu cor

Sono abruzzese perché poi si dice "dapù" e essere e avere sono sostituiti da "sting" e "ting"

Sono abruzzese perché a un credulone gli urli ridendo "voccapé" o "stu ndundit"

Sono abruzzese perché i santi che scomodiamo sono "San Capriél" e "San Cetté"

Sono abruzzese perché i bambini si chiamano "li bardasce", "citilucc" e "uaglunitt"

Sono abruzzese perché qua si dice "a ecc" e là si dice "esse là" o "a ess" e verso quella parte "ass là"

Sono abruzzese perché quello o lui si dice "cullù" e quella o lei "chillì" o "chella"

Sono abruzzese perché vorrei si dice "vuliss", potrei "putiss", potremmo "putimm" e dovrei "duviss"

Sono abruzzese perché il marito che fa tardi a tornare a casa si dice "sa fatt notte e lu porc n'arvé" e quando si conosce qualcuno si domanda "di chi si lu fije?"

Sono abruzzese e per dire che sono andata in tilt dico "so it in cascett"

Sono abruzzese perché se non si sa che cosa mangiare va sempre bbon pan e pummador o semplicemente pane ont (unto con l'olio)

Sono abruzzese perché la nostra musica folk è Vola Vola e J vaj a l'ort e ti parte subito cinque la bella sei la sette la la senza lu spos l'amor n'se po' fà

Sono abruzzese perché quando incontri qualcuno inizi dicendo "uè cummà (o cumpà) com'a sti?"

Sono abruzzese perché il cocomero si dice "lu citron", la zucchina "la chiccocc", le patate "li patan" e i peperoni "li pipindun"

Sono abruzzese perché per richiamare una persona che non ti sta ascoltando dici "ma ci sind?"

Sono abruzzese perché per dire ci fai o ci sei dici "ci fi o ci si?"

Sono abruzzese perché sei impazzito si dice "ti si ammattit?"

Sono abruzzese perché se qualcuno parla troppo dici "mi fatt na cocc cuscì" o "mi fatt na cocc come nu pallon" o "mi fatt na capa tant"

Sono abruzzese perché è successo in questo modo si dice "a it a cuscì, nin ce poss fa nint"

Sono abruzzese perché qualche cosa in piccola quantità si dice "cacche cusarell"

Sono abruzzese perché il Guerriero di Capestrano è lu mammocc

Sono abruzzese perché un oggetto che ci rappresenta è la conca di rame

Sono abruzzese perché mare e montagna li tinem a du pass

Sono abruzzese perché gli eventi più traumatici della nostra Regione resteranno il terremoto dell'Aquila del 2009 e la valanga di Rigopiano del 2017

Sono abruzzese perché "vide di nin famme arrajà"

Sono abruzzese perché "scine ca scine ma ca scine in tutt"

Sono abruzzese perché nu sem nu punt e bast

Sono abruzzese e probabilmente tutte le espressioni le ho scritte male nel mio dialetto ma a pronunciarle non sbaglio di certo