#della updates

[honeyynymphh]

Il Cuore Della Principessa Papa IV x Fem!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1.7k tags/warning: thigh riding, daddy dom papa, kisses, cuddles, google translated italiano summary: overworked and exhausted, Papa insists you take a break.

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“Sorella?” Bleary-eyed you look up and see Copia standing in front of you, hands clasped in front of him. The sight of him in his black suit with his meticulously painted papal paints makes you smile, albeit tiredly. You hum in response, stifling a yawn as you do. You’ve been in the library for hours now—what time was it? You glance at the large clock on the wall and notice it’s nearly eleven o’clock. Another glance out the large windows of the abbey library shows the darkened sky and you can hear the rain steadily pattering against the glass. There is barely anyone else in here. You’d only ducked out briefly for dinner and that had been hours ago.

You stretch your arms up, luxuriating in the feel of your poor cramped muscles getting a break from the hunched position you’d been cooped up in. You drop your arms and try to stifle another yawn, twiddling the pen in your hand.

“It’s time to rest, cara mia,” says Copia, coming around the large table and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“But I have to get this done for Sister Imperator,” you say with a sigh, eyes dropping down to look at the pages strewn before you. Why did you agree to help Sister with Papa Terzo’s taxes…a nightmare.

“You can do so tomorrow or the next day,” he says, taking the pen out of your unresisting grasp and throwing it on the table. “Pick up your things.”

“But Sister—”

Copia takes your chin gently, but firmly, between two gloved fingers to make you look up at him.

“I am your Papa, not Imperator, and I said pick up your things,” he repeats evenly. “Now, dolce.”

With a sigh, you grab all your documents, placing them back into the numerous folders. Really, you could have worked in Sister’s office. But it was so much calmer in the library—and there was so much more space. Also, you did not like all the prying questions she had about you and Copia. You know she meant well, but it was annoying…and also, you had no idea what your relationship was with the head of the church.

He effortlessly steers you out of the silent library and towards his papal chambers, taking the folders from your hands and carefully placing them on a nearby coffee table when you enter the room. The chill from the rain had permeated the old abbey, but it was currently being banished by the low fire crackling merrily in the fireplace. When he seats himself in the overly gilded, yet surprisingly comfortable, chaise lounge in front of the flickering flames he pats the space next to him. You follow, legs dragging with how tired you are to sit next to him. Immediately he pulls you into him so your head is in the crook of his neck and your legs tangled with his as you lie together on the lounge. The smell of chapel incense still clings to him from this morning's sermon, along with the heady mix of his cologne and that earthy yet undeniable scent that is so purely him. You bury yourself into him with a contented sigh, eyes closing as you relish in the feel of the warm fire and his arms around you.

“You’ve been working so hard, dolce,” he says, voice a gentle tease. “I’ve been lonely without you.” 

Your eyes snap open at that and your hand fiddles with the fabric of his jacket as you listen to the steady beat of his heart underneath your cheek. You watch the flames flicker low in the grate for a moment before you speak.

“You’re Papa, you cannot be lonely,” you say, trying to not sound like a jealous child. But you are. You are certain he’s still managed to find someone else to warm his bed while you’ve been working overtime. You try to keep your voice casual, despite the way your words make your heart ache in your chest. “You can have any sibling you wish to keep you company.”

“I only have one principessa,” he says, the words rumbling against your cheek as he speaks.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead. It’s sweet. But it still makes your eyes prick as your chest is suddenly overwhelmed with feeling. You don’t want to share him. It doesn’t matter if he only calls you that, it still doesn’t stop the bitter feeling you have knowing he is still kissing others the way he kisses you. Or that he touches them with the same fingers that are now skating over your cheek.

“Mmm.” You keep fiddling with his suit jacket, fingers tracing over the embroidered grucifix.

“Principessa.” His voice is a gentle admonition. You ignore him, still letting your fingers worry the embroidery. He takes your hand away and forces you to lean back so his slightly unnerving gaze is upon yours and you quickly look down, unable to face it. “Principessa, look at me.”

Reluctantly you do and a gloved hand cups your cheek while staring defiantly at him, willing yourself not to cry. The smell of him and his hand on your face is overwhelming you, your chest aches as that unwavering gaze holds you.

“Just you, amore mio,” he says. 

You try to look away again but his hand holds you firmly. “Copia, I—” The words fail you. You cannot speak as they catch in your throat. Yet you do not need words, the man knows you too well by now.

“Shh,” he murmurs, sitting up and pulling you towards him so you’re in his lap, legs straddling him and habit bunching around the tops of your thighs. “Papa has you.”

Your throat closes with the emotion and you suck in a sharp breath to steady yourself. He removes his gloves before you feel his large hands in your hair, soothing against your scalp. When he brings you closer, tucking your head under his chin you can’t help the few tears that fall. You’re so tired, and stressed—oh, you are happy to help Imperator, but it’s a lot of tedious work. The possibility that you do not have to share this man with anyone else is too much right now and the inviting pull of sinking into his embrace is too hard to ignore. All you want is to stay safe in his arms, letting the soothing motion of his hands stroking your hair lull you into a gentle reverie.

“Do you need Papa?” he asks, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He sighs at the sight of tears on your face and you press your lips together to stop the sob from escaping. When you give a quick but fervent nod, he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “No more tears, principessa.”

He leans his, lips capturing yours effortlessly. Despite the paint, you melt into it. Or perhaps you have simply grown too used to the paint, and the taste of it is merely a promise of pleasure to come. The hands in your hair move to hold your face as his tongue snakes into your mouth. Your own hands are pressed against his chest, the solid feeling of it is a steadying comfort as you are consumed by the urgent way you respond to his kiss. Your entire body is suddenly on fire for him, the melancholy starting to slink away back into the shadows as Papa nips at your bottom lip. A whimper manages to escape and you press your mouth against his with earnest, grinding into his lap in your desperation to be closer.

“Papa…” you whine.

The man nips at your lip again and you feel the gentle rumble of his low chuckle when you press yourself down against him again. It’s impossible to ignore the hardness pressing against you when he is wearing those tight trousers and you’re overcome with wanton desperation at the thought of him buried within you. Hastily you move to undo his jacket but he grabs your wrists with ease and you catch the smirk on his smudged lips.

“You have such little patience, principessa,” he teases, releasing your wrists and shifting you over so he can spread his legs. With you now straddling a single thigh, he pushes it up against your clothed sex. Your hands move to grip at his shoulders as it sends a wave of bliss rolling through you, leaving only a want for more in its wake. “You need to calm a little…relax, si? Go slow.”

You nod and he presses his thigh up against your pussy again making you moan. The friction feels far too good and you don’t need any more words from him to start rubbing yourself against his thigh. It’s solid beneath you and whenever he presses it up to meet you, causing your clit to throb at the added pressure your breath hitches.

“Good girl,” he says, hands moving to hold your waist. “You use Papa.”

Your movements get quicker as you feel your core tightening, the tendrils of bliss just within reach. You are sure you must be ruining his trousers, you can feel the sodden fabric of your knickers as you rub yourself against his thigh. It’s nowhere near as good as having his cock in you, or his fingers, but right now you are too keyed up to care. It’s friction, delicious friction, and the way Papa holds you in place has you keening. The tension snaps quickly when he presses his thigh against your clit and you come, the sweet relief making fresh tears prick at your eyes.

You ride it out against him, moaning as the pleasure ripples through you. Hands grip his suit jacket, creasing the fabric as you frantically hold onto him. A few moments pass as you come back to yourself, breaths evening out as Papa brushes a hand against your forehead before leaning in to plant a kiss.

“Does that feel better, la mia piccola principessa?” Another kiss is pressed against your forehead and you can’t help but smile. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Papa,” you breathe, sliding closer to him so you can tuck your head back under his chin.

“Sei l'unico per me, dolce.” Arms wrapping around you, he holds you close. “Just you, capisci? The only one for Papa.”

Amore mio - My love

La mia piccola principessa - My little princess

Sei l'unico per me, dolce - You’re the only one for me, dolce

Capisci? - You understand?

I have not proof read this and its like 12:30am but WOOH.

#started making it had a breakdown bon appetit #im fine #🥲🥲🥲 #the band ghost fic #papa iv x female reader #papa iv x reader #fic: il cuore della principessa #im not sticking this on ao3 because i cannot be bothered and its kinda lame :)))) #this isnt even that emotional but im Unwell so ! #anyway dont perceive me thanks :))) #my-writing #update: less mentally unstable me added it to ao3 lmao

[zyuna-arts]

Backlog from early May 2023. A brother has fallen... 😔🙏

Been wanting to draw my iteration of Odd's family for a while now! Odd's sisters were never officially shown on screen and we only know them by name. Judging by the conversation he had on the phone in S4 where he deliberately missed his flight due to a Lyoko emergency, I assumed that Adele might be the sibling he's closest to and the youngest sister since he confidently greeted his other sister Pauline by mistakenly calling her Adele.

The social media screenshot UI was inspired by Instagram and Tumblr. Usernames and their account owners: - xoddballx (Odd) - macrolini (Pauline, Odd's fourth sister) - adelweiss (Adele, Odd's fifth sister) - margueritedellarobbia (Odd's mom) - saberstern (Ulrich) - dj_aelita (Aelita)

This takes place in my spin-off/original story Project UNCIA with Odd as the protagonist and the Lyoko Warriors are in their early twenties.

SOCIALS: Linktree

Art © zyuna

(DON’T REPOST/USE)

#zyuna arts #Project UNCIA #Code Lyoko #Odd Della Robbia #reblogs are appreciated #art backlog #I posted this on insta and twitter months earlier but forgot to update tumblr #rest in peace ulrich #siblings or dating?? #somehow I think Adele studies vet tech & likes denim #Pauline's username is a combo of macro + tortellini #Pauline is a macro photographer bc why not #she also likes tortellini #paulini is her nickname

[hldailyupdate]

“I miss a lot of things. What I miss the most is the camaraderie, the fun of doing everything together and sharing. There were never two days the same. Now I really have to make the decisions myself and all the pressures on me. At the same time, however, it’s more rewarding because I can take full credit for my successes.”

-Louis on One Direction. (6 November 2022)

via Corriere Della Sera

#louis tomlinson #louis update #corriere della sera #quote #november 2022

[persimnon]

hiiii Perry Mason fandom. i just published a fic about Della and Hamilton’s wonderful lavender marriage–esque friendship. give it some love if you read it <3

#perry mason #perry mason hbo #hamilton burger #della street #justin kirk #juliet rylance #my fic #sorry to beg on here but the fandom is SO small and if it flops i will be so sad #UPDATE WHAT THE FUCK THE SHOW JUST GOT CANCELLED LIKE 5 HOURS AFTER I POSTED THIS

[waru-chan8]

Rins' recovery is not looking good and it seems to be a long one. He just said is 3 week old X-ray look exactly the same as the one after the surgery. I fucking hate Honda

#MotoGP #San Marino GP 2023 #Gran Premio Red Bull di San Marino e della Riviera di Rimini #Álex Rins #Medical Update #DAZN Spain

[justaboot]

🌟 Chapter 7 be upon ye! 🌟

#Ducktales #Ducktales 2017 #Scrooge Mcduck #Della Duck #Donald Duck #Huey Duck #louie duck #dewey duck #and a sixpence in your shoe #I'm not gonna be able to post tomorrow #so another early update #my writing

[iron-parkr]

I had a dream about Maggie Stark last night for the first time ever, so I think that’s a sign I should write for her lol

#it was cutesy #a bunch of tony and maggie fluff #i’ve been meaning to get back to her and della too so this works out well #maybe i can even pull an update out of my ass but i wouldn’t hold your breath #oc: maggie stark #tsb

[ryanstillwrites-if]

we're back in business baby

#this won't be in the update #because writing part 2 is stressing me out to no end #just be glad i'm writing again #ro: hayden della rocca #ch: margaret evans #more than me #that's more than enough ryan

[hueberryshortcake]

I need to write faster

#i need goldie and della to beat each other up onscreen (on page?) #update: final draft is 8500 words so far..... yippee

[potionboy3]

Character profile

► basics; Full Name: Angelo della Rovere Birthday: 23rd of June 18xx Pronouns: he/him Sexual Orientation: Bi Hogwarts House: Slytherin Blood Status: pureblood Nationality: Italian Personality type: ENFP

Personality: Angelo is curious by nature. He’s good at studying but often leaves things to run on their own course, waiting to see what happens. He’s the youngest child, baby sunshine of the family and it shows on how he seeks attention and validation.  Angelo is really a combination of his two siblings. He has a quick temper, and he thinks highly of himself. He wants to do great in life and to have glory. Still being the youngest child with no certain future plans has made him secretly very insecure and afraid. He is not as graceful as his siblings either and has a great tendency for clumsiness. Angelo usually expects to be liked and it bothers him if people don’t. He can first come across as smug and a little annoying with his tendencies to talk about his family’s special history and wealth. Once you get to know him, you’ll see that he’s very caring and often on a good mood which reflects on other people around him. He also has a big heart, even if he doesn’t show it to everyone.

► magical info;

Wand: Silver Lime wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ¼ and quite flexible flexibility

"This unusual and highly attractive wand wood was highly fashionable in the nineteenth century. Demand outstripped supply, and unscrupulous wandmakers dyed substandard woods in an effort to fool purchasers into believing that they had purchased silver lime. The reasons for these wands' desirability lay not only in their unusually handsome appearance, but also because they had a reputation for performing best for Seers and those skilled in Legilimency, mysterious arts both, which consequently gave the possessor of a silver lime wand considerable status.  

Patronus: White stallion

Proud, majestic, and often stubborn. Witches and wizards who produce a white stallion patronus know they are strong and can strike awe into many of their peers. They are confident and know exactly what the limit to their powers are, but that wont stop them from showing off what they can do.

If you conjure the white stallion you are more than likely a very strong willed person. The white stallion may be produced by a proud being, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t humble. Those who call the white stallion their patronus will defend their friends and families honor with extreme dedication.

Patrounus memory: A memory when he was a child. Agata gave him a little rose gem to keep in his pocket for good luck, he keeps it around every day.

Boggart: People around him turning on him and hating him.

Specialized/Favourite spells:  Lumos Solem, he does this trick while dueling where he tries to dazzle the opponent first.

► background;

Place of Birth: Florence, Italy

Home: Palazzo Della Rovere, hidden from muggles, later London, Agata’s apartment.

Little history of the Della Rovere’s in the wizarding society:

Della Rovere’s were thought to have ended their family line in Vittoria Della Rovere (1694) who married into de’ Medici family and the titles became extinct with the extinction of the House of Medici with the death of her grandson Gian Gastone de’ Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany in 1737. The family line continued how ever in secret as they were almost reveled to the muggles for being wizards. They left Rome and Urbino and created a hidden home in Florence, following in Vittoria’s footsteps. With time they were wiped from the lives of the muggle’s but stayed well known and wealthy as well as more powerful than ever in their wizarding society. They would later be known as just Rovere’s

Childhood:

Angelo was born around 20 years later than his other siblings. He was a happy surprise to the family and everyone treated him like a little prince. His older sister Agata adored him and his brother Achille was always there to protect him when he was younger. When he was still very young, Agata moved to live in London and it made the child who saw her as some what of an idol very sad. The parents spoiled all of their children and Angelo was used to getting what he wanted. He still managed to grow a great appreciation for nature around him and had a soft spot for creatures. He liked to make people around him laugh. At some point he started to be the child who would protect those younger than him. He loves horses but is very bad at riding because of his clumsiness. He often had odd dreams that often happen to come true.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Giorgio Belli Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color: Black Height: 6,1 feet/ 185cm

Story:

Like his siblings, Angelo was home schooled. He didn’t feel like it was the right environment for him as he loved to be around other people and he was jealous of his friends for attending actual school. He was bored at staying still and wished to see the world outside Italy. He decided to his parents’ disappointment to ask for a chance to attend Hogwarts and to go live with his sister in London. Eventually the permission was granted.

► relatives;

Father: Francesco Maria IV della Rovere Head of the Della Rovere family at the time of Angelo’s birth. He wanted his children to be happy and marry who ever they wanted to (as long as they’re pureblood) as he did himself but after Agata decided not to marry Ezra Greenaway, he grew angry and judged her choice. He decided to make a different call for his other children and began arranging marriages to his own liking that would present the family in the right way. Neither Achille or Angelo were bothered by his plans as they were promised to get some say in the matter. It backfired for Angelo later in life…

Mother: Teresa Miani

Teresa came from a less wealthy pureblood family. Her family had lost their wealth when she met her future husband. He chose to marry her anyway. Angelo got along better with his mother than father. When he later fell in love, he begged for his mother to side with her on the matter but she was hesitant.

Sister: Agata della Rovere Even while being away from Angelo for most of his childhood’s determine years, him and Agata grew close, and she adored him. Later in life when he moved to live with her, she was a big part on raising him.  He thinks his sister is the most brilliant person to exist. The two may argue sometimes but mostly see eye to eye in life. She wants him to decide on things for himself like she has done in life and it bothers her how easily Angelo still falls for the family’s responsibilities and how he can easily minimize his own needs in order to please others.

Brother:  Achille della Rovere After Agata left Italy, the second oldest child Achille was named the heir. He was sly and quick tempered. Achille and Angelo had a difficult relationship where he would often tease his younger brother and call him too soft. Whenever Agata would come to visit, Angelo would side with her when she and Achille would quibble about nonsense and it annoyed Achille greatly. Through all this if Angelo was ever in real danger, Achille would always choose to help him and protect him. 

► relationships;

Love interests:  Georgiana Parson @unfortunate-arrow​ STORY TO BE UPDATED

Friends:

OPEN FOR FRIENDS 

Allegiances: The Della Rovere family, Slytherin house

► misc;

Hobbies & Extracurriculars: Riding, although he’s bad at it, duelling

Favourite Subject: Charms, divination

Professions: To be updated

#Angelo della Rovere #hphl #character profile mine #I will update this profile greatly in the future but this is the draft version that has the basic info #it has the same issues as many of my other profiles that it's still lacking on the hogwarts info and the stories are still uncertain #I am also still thinking about his future career #OPEN FOR FRIENDS AND DOORM MATES! #Hope there aren't huge mistakes

[deathshallbenomore]

il momento creativo dell’intrattenimento del mercatino sotto casa oggi propone: coro rinascimentale. per una volta 10/10 would recommend visto che tante volte il livello è maestro bini

#si mi sembra più rinascimentale che medievale. anche se non mi fiderei della mia opinione basata sulle playlist di spotify #comunque: musica vecchia #update: sono rinascimentali. infatti di secondo nome faccio orecchio assoluto

[dellanonsense]

doesn't really mean much, but- I really wanted to stream today yet household circumstances don't really allow that. putting it out that hello I'm here, and really inconsistent but I hope I can come online again soon 🐰💉💌

#della speaks #stream updates

[daywalkers-fic]

05. meet the cast (pt. 1)

The Company: a traveling mortuary company that provides services for both hire and charity. Some of their services include, but are not limited to: corpse preparation, funeral ceremonies, headstone design, coffin crafting, memento mori commissions. Their mode of travel is this really peculiar hearse caravan.

The idea of The Company came about in part because I had read somewhere that some cowboys were buried with custom designed cowboy boots to be placed by their graves – then I wondered, what about all the folks that were left alone in the wild and are left alone to just perish? Or what about in settlements that don’t really have an undertaker or formal funeral company to help one of their own? Everyone ought to be sent off, remembered. My initial thought was that it would be cool to have a specific company/group that travels the West that specializes in cowboy burials – memento mori pieces, custom headstones things, burials etc. Then, during that time where I was trying to pivot to a more gothic-fantasy-western sort of direction, I thought the idea of this company would be so freaking cool. They would be the in-betweeners of the “monsters” vs. “hunters” in this universe, and be associated with all things Death. Soul senders? Collectors? Ditto if I have totally written that off yet hmm.

Anyways! I’m still flushing out the members of The Company, but so far, I’ve sketched out enough to formulate a group of four individuals. These folks share a deep and respected relationship with death/death culture. Their “titles” only highlight their role of expertise within The Company’s services, but they are more than capable of intersecting and assisting each other when needed. Folks!!! I introduce you to:

Rupert Fritz Worth, The Surgeon with an eclectic taste in fashion and curio collections. Has been suspected of time travel on three separate occasions—both in America and in the Austrian Empire. Like many other professionals in the field, he began as a barber, specifically impressive facial hair styling, until necessity and opportunity brought him into medicine.

Ed McCullen, The Carpenter shyer around the living than the dead. Though he can handle the sight of blood and rotting flesh so much as a flinch, the idea of engaging in small talk with a stranger is enough to make his stomach hurt. Feels safe in the shadows of his friends. Whittling is something that helps to calm and ground him as well. He has quite the collection!

Dara Quinn, The Undertaker leading The Company and all of its business matters. Between managing finances, organizing funeral services, and meeting with patrons, they have taken up in learning about the occult. It’s partly out of curiosity and partly out of an amusement of people’s peculiar devotion to the supernatural—if it’s so popular, it must be real, right? They love a good mystery, and nothing is more mysterious than things you can’t see or control.

Chester Reeves, The Reverend who is impressively handy with a gun. Was he naturally skilled? Or did his profession call for him to learn how to handle firearms? His past has greatly shaped his views on life, fate, and death. Insists that he is less of a profound speaker than an accidental philosopher when he unintentionally drops words of wisdom.

Delfina “Della” Rivera, The Chemist with a keen talent for brewing. Tonics, moonshine, balms, perfume, poison—you name it, she can make it. She had no interest in profiting from her creations, content with experimenting new recipes and sharing with others she meets When she isn’t buried in her chemistry kit, she assists Rupert with embalming and dressing of corpses.

#the daywalkers #ocs #writing #writeblr #cowboy fic #western fic #wip #update #update: characters #the company #rupert worth #ed mccullen #della rivera #death cw #chester reeves #dara quinn

[ghostpunkrock]

we are so spoiled with the amount of quality writers who write fic for mash I can’t believe I found so many talented people so quickly <3 idk what it is but finding the same high quality writing is so much harder in any other fandom tag I try to search in

#shoutout to hazel mia and della im catching up on your recent(ish) updates and they’re all fantastic <3

[artistyuri]

Drowned Rat Brothers Time

Why yes hello, it is now March. In 16 days, we will once again celebrate St. Patrick's Day. For that reason, I'm gonna be cooking up some spicy spice for the degenerates (lh) that follow me. This time around, we got: "Bodyguard" - David Della Rocco x Reader "Daddy" - Connor MacManus x Reader "Jello Shots" - Murphy MacManus x Reader These will be posted alongside any other shit posts I decide to make. If you couldn't tell, I really like this movie franchise.

#artist yuri updates #boondock saints #connor macmanus #murphy macmanus #david della rocco

[only-when-i-write]

Hate when people talk about something like it’s rocket science and then I try it and of course I’m not exceptionally good at it but that’s only bc I have no practice at all. Like what’s going on? Am I a genius or are you lying OR (third option) are you NOT a genius.

Größenwahn oder nicht. Ich habe den Buchsatz für zwei meiner eBooks gemacht, damit ich sie für meine private Bibliothek drucken kann und ich stelle mal wieder fest: so schwer ist das nicht. Frisst nur Zeit.

#private #writing update #autoren auf tumblr #della bateau