Francesca & Luca — *Roleplay*
@frankie-luca.bsky.social
Parody/Role play account for OCs.
I don’t own any images, gifs or videos used. Not associated with any FCs.
Just me, weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
“My Beautiful Don”
#WovenByMC
#SoloSL #NSFW
#ContentWarnings
I don’t own any images, gifs or videos used. Not associated with any FCs.
Just me, weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
“My Beautiful Don”
#WovenByMC
#SoloSL #NSFW
#ContentWarnings
❤️🩹 The Third Day
Work. Recognition. Reckoning.
He finished the job, found the truth,
and left the sea to keep what it saw.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Work. Recognition. Reckoning.
He finished the job, found the truth,
and left the sea to keep what it saw.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
November 12, 2025 at 11:29 PM
❤️🩹 The Third Day
Work. Recognition. Reckoning.
He finished the job, found the truth,
and left the sea to keep what it saw.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Work. Recognition. Reckoning.
He finished the job, found the truth,
and left the sea to keep what it saw.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Where the Quiet Lives
Sunlight, salt air, and the sound of laughter again.
Not everything was fixed,
but everything finally felt alive.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Sunlight, salt air, and the sound of laughter again.
Not everything was fixed,
but everything finally felt alive.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
November 9, 2025 at 6:44 PM
❤️🩹 Where the Quiet Lives
Sunlight, salt air, and the sound of laughter again.
Not everything was fixed,
but everything finally felt alive.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Sunlight, salt air, and the sound of laughter again.
Not everything was fixed,
but everything finally felt alive.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 The Gate Was Already Open
Home waited with open arms and the smell of tomato and sea.
No questions. No judgment.
Just love—and the woman who finally fit beside it.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Home waited with open arms and the smell of tomato and sea.
No questions. No judgment.
Just love—and the woman who finally fit beside it.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
November 8, 2025 at 11:54 PM
❤️🩹 The Gate Was Already Open
Home waited with open arms and the smell of tomato and sea.
No questions. No judgment.
Just love—and the woman who finally fit beside it.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Home waited with open arms and the smell of tomato and sea.
No questions. No judgment.
Just love—and the woman who finally fit beside it.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 The Space He Left Behind
He stepped away for a moment.
In the quiet that followed,
something stronger than fear began to form.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He stepped away for a moment.
In the quiet that followed,
something stronger than fear began to form.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 27, 2025 at 12:25 PM
❤️🩹 The Space He Left Behind
He stepped away for a moment.
In the quiet that followed,
something stronger than fear began to form.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He stepped away for a moment.
In the quiet that followed,
something stronger than fear began to form.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 He Stood Still and Listened
The doctor spoke.
He counted every breath instead of every word.
Sometimes strength looks like staying silent
until there’s no silence left to hold.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
The doctor spoke.
He counted every breath instead of every word.
Sometimes strength looks like staying silent
until there’s no silence left to hold.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 25, 2025 at 6:13 PM
❤️🩹 He Stood Still and Listened
The doctor spoke.
He counted every breath instead of every word.
Sometimes strength looks like staying silent
until there’s no silence left to hold.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
The doctor spoke.
He counted every breath instead of every word.
Sometimes strength looks like staying silent
until there’s no silence left to hold.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Where the Rain Ends
Milan behind them, Switzerland ahead.
Grief in transit, hope on hold.
The only sound—their breath,
and the wipers keeping time.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Milan behind them, Switzerland ahead.
Grief in transit, hope on hold.
The only sound—their breath,
and the wipers keeping time.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 23, 2025 at 1:31 AM
❤️🩹 Where the Rain Ends
Milan behind them, Switzerland ahead.
Grief in transit, hope on hold.
The only sound—their breath,
and the wipers keeping time.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Milan behind them, Switzerland ahead.
Grief in transit, hope on hold.
The only sound—their breath,
and the wipers keeping time.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 From Silence to Shattered
A girl’s quiet rebellion ended in violence.
Two phone calls carried the news across borders.
And by nightfall, a brother and the woman beside him were crossing the sky to reach her.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
A girl’s quiet rebellion ended in violence.
Two phone calls carried the news across borders.
And by nightfall, a brother and the woman beside him were crossing the sky to reach her.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 18, 2025 at 4:10 PM
❤️🩹 From Silence to Shattered
A girl’s quiet rebellion ended in violence.
Two phone calls carried the news across borders.
And by nightfall, a brother and the woman beside him were crossing the sky to reach her.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
A girl’s quiet rebellion ended in violence.
Two phone calls carried the news across borders.
And by nightfall, a brother and the woman beside him were crossing the sky to reach her.
#WhenBloodCalls
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Fit to Fly
Her doctor said she could go home.
Her heart already was.
But fate has a cruel sense of timing—
and wings don’t always mean freedom.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Her doctor said she could go home.
Her heart already was.
But fate has a cruel sense of timing—
and wings don’t always mean freedom.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 16, 2025 at 7:27 PM
❤️🩹 Fit to Fly
Her doctor said she could go home.
Her heart already was.
But fate has a cruel sense of timing—
and wings don’t always mean freedom.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Her doctor said she could go home.
Her heart already was.
But fate has a cruel sense of timing—
and wings don’t always mean freedom.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 I Ache for You
She begged for him with lips and hands.
He answered with dominance and devotion.
And after, in the quiet dark,
he learned what home sounds like—
the purr of the woman he loved.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
She begged for him with lips and hands.
He answered with dominance and devotion.
And after, in the quiet dark,
he learned what home sounds like—
the purr of the woman he loved.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
October 2, 2025 at 1:36 AM
❤️🩹 I Ache for You
She begged for him with lips and hands.
He answered with dominance and devotion.
And after, in the quiet dark,
he learned what home sounds like—
the purr of the woman he loved.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
She begged for him with lips and hands.
He answered with dominance and devotion.
And after, in the quiet dark,
he learned what home sounds like—
the purr of the woman he loved.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Step for Step
He had the tower. She had the studio.
He had a legacy. She had demand.
But the plan was simple—
they would move through it all,
step for step, side by side.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He had the tower. She had the studio.
He had a legacy. She had demand.
But the plan was simple—
they would move through it all,
step for step, side by side.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 30, 2025 at 3:55 PM
❤️🩹 Step for Step
He had the tower. She had the studio.
He had a legacy. She had demand.
But the plan was simple—
they would move through it all,
step for step, side by side.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He had the tower. She had the studio.
He had a legacy. She had demand.
But the plan was simple—
they would move through it all,
step for step, side by side.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
And she means it—no one gets through unless I decide it.
She even picked up Lucifer from the kennel, insisted on dog-sitting while I’m away. He’s already taken over her couch like he owns the place. Typical. The thought makes me laugh harder than my ribs approve of.
She even picked up Lucifer from the kennel, insisted on dog-sitting while I’m away. He’s already taken over her couch like he owns the place. Typical. The thought makes me laugh harder than my ribs approve of.
September 30, 2025 at 12:12 AM
And she means it—no one gets through unless I decide it.
She even picked up Lucifer from the kennel, insisted on dog-sitting while I’m away. He’s already taken over her couch like he owns the place. Typical. The thought makes me laugh harder than my ribs approve of.
She even picked up Lucifer from the kennel, insisted on dog-sitting while I’m away. He’s already taken over her couch like he owns the place. Typical. The thought makes me laugh harder than my ribs approve of.
❤️🩹 Two Weeks in His Care
The days stretched long with pain.
They collapsed fast with tenderness.
By the time two weeks blurred into one breath,
she wasn’t just recovering—
she was home.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
The days stretched long with pain.
They collapsed fast with tenderness.
By the time two weeks blurred into one breath,
she wasn’t just recovering—
she was home.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 30, 2025 at 12:12 AM
❤️🩹 Two Weeks in His Care
The days stretched long with pain.
They collapsed fast with tenderness.
By the time two weeks blurred into one breath,
she wasn’t just recovering—
she was home.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
The days stretched long with pain.
They collapsed fast with tenderness.
By the time two weeks blurred into one breath,
she wasn’t just recovering—
she was home.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Runways and Ribs
He worried. She teased.
He walked Milan like it didn’t matter.
Came home like it did.
And between their banter,
it wasn’t the stage that owned him— it was her.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He worried. She teased.
He walked Milan like it didn’t matter.
Came home like it did.
And between their banter,
it wasn’t the stage that owned him— it was her.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 27, 2025 at 6:15 PM
❤️🩹 Runways and Ribs
He worried. She teased.
He walked Milan like it didn’t matter.
Came home like it did.
And between their banter,
it wasn’t the stage that owned him— it was her.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He worried. She teased.
He walked Milan like it didn’t matter.
Came home like it did.
And between their banter,
it wasn’t the stage that owned him— it was her.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 The Whisper That Stayed
Italian curses blurred in and out.
But the English stuck.
Words meant to rot her from the inside—
instead they marked him for death.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Italian curses blurred in and out.
But the English stuck.
Words meant to rot her from the inside—
instead they marked him for death.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 26, 2025 at 12:34 AM
❤️🩹 The Whisper That Stayed
Italian curses blurred in and out.
But the English stuck.
Words meant to rot her from the inside—
instead they marked him for death.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Italian curses blurred in and out.
But the English stuck.
Words meant to rot her from the inside—
instead they marked him for death.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 No Shadows Between Us
She asked about family, power, danger.
He answered with truth, boundaries, names.
And when the last question broke her guard,
he answered with love.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
She asked about family, power, danger.
He answered with truth, boundaries, names.
And when the last question broke her guard,
he answered with love.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 20, 2025 at 9:40 PM
❤️🩹 No Shadows Between Us
She asked about family, power, danger.
He answered with truth, boundaries, names.
And when the last question broke her guard,
he answered with love.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
She asked about family, power, danger.
He answered with truth, boundaries, names.
And when the last question broke her guard,
he answered with love.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 His Mother’s Son
He thought the family name defined him.
But it was her name—Viviana—
that shaped the man he became.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He thought the family name defined him.
But it was her name—Viviana—
that shaped the man he became.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 16, 2025 at 11:29 PM
❤️🩹 His Mother’s Son
He thought the family name defined him.
But it was her name—Viviana—
that shaped the man he became.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He thought the family name defined him.
But it was her name—Viviana—
that shaped the man he became.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
❤️🩹 Yield
Her truth was jagged.
His fury was cold.
But when she leaned into his grip instead of away,
they both knew—
this was only the beginning.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Her truth was jagged.
His fury was cold.
But when she leaned into his grip instead of away,
they both knew—
this was only the beginning.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 14, 2025 at 9:09 PM
❤️🩹 Yield
Her truth was jagged.
His fury was cold.
But when she leaned into his grip instead of away,
they both knew—
this was only the beginning.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
Her truth was jagged.
His fury was cold.
But when she leaned into his grip instead of away,
they both knew—
this was only the beginning.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He rises, starts the water, then helps me to my feet. We pause in front of the shower.
It struck me again—how wrong I’d been to picture a sleek bachelor pad. Nothing here was cold or showy. His bedroom was the same as the rest of his apartment: simple, elegant, inviting.
It struck me again—how wrong I’d been to picture a sleek bachelor pad. Nothing here was cold or showy. His bedroom was the same as the rest of his apartment: simple, elegant, inviting.
September 13, 2025 at 8:16 PM
He rises, starts the water, then helps me to my feet. We pause in front of the shower.
It struck me again—how wrong I’d been to picture a sleek bachelor pad. Nothing here was cold or showy. His bedroom was the same as the rest of his apartment: simple, elegant, inviting.
It struck me again—how wrong I’d been to picture a sleek bachelor pad. Nothing here was cold or showy. His bedroom was the same as the rest of his apartment: simple, elegant, inviting.
❤️🩹 Gentle Hands, Heavy Truths
He washed more than her skin.
He washed away her doubt—until only the truth of his heart remained.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He washed more than her skin.
He washed away her doubt—until only the truth of his heart remained.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 13, 2025 at 8:16 PM
❤️🩹 Gentle Hands, Heavy Truths
He washed more than her skin.
He washed away her doubt—until only the truth of his heart remained.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He washed more than her skin.
He washed away her doubt—until only the truth of his heart remained.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 12, 2025 at 1:21 AM
She thought survival meant waking up alone. Instead, it began with a hand that didn’t let go.
❤️🩹✔️
❤️🩹✔️
September 12, 2025 at 12:40 AM
She thought survival meant waking up alone. Instead, it began with a hand that didn’t let go.
❤️🩹✔️
❤️🩹✔️
“You’ll never have to find out.” She smooths the blanket. “You’re my best friend. Always.”
There’s a knock. The door eases open and Luca steps inside.
I try to smile, but my split lip pulls. His eyes flick over me, horror flashing before he reins it in.
There’s a knock. The door eases open and Luca steps inside.
I try to smile, but my split lip pulls. His eyes flick over me, horror flashing before he reins it in.
September 12, 2025 at 12:40 AM
“You’ll never have to find out.” She smooths the blanket. “You’re my best friend. Always.”
There’s a knock. The door eases open and Luca steps inside.
I try to smile, but my split lip pulls. His eyes flick over me, horror flashing before he reins it in.
There’s a knock. The door eases open and Luca steps inside.
I try to smile, but my split lip pulls. His eyes flick over me, horror flashing before he reins it in.
⚠️ #TriggerWarning ⚠️
This thread contains description of a sexual assault. Please read with care.
❤️🩹 Two Weeks In Milan
The body heals slow. The heart even slower. But both remember who reached for them first.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
This thread contains description of a sexual assault. Please read with care.
❤️🩹 Two Weeks In Milan
The body heals slow. The heart even slower. But both remember who reached for them first.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
September 12, 2025 at 12:40 AM
⚠️ #TriggerWarning ⚠️
This thread contains description of a sexual assault. Please read with care.
❤️🩹 Two Weeks In Milan
The body heals slow. The heart even slower. But both remember who reached for them first.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
This thread contains description of a sexual assault. Please read with care.
❤️🩹 Two Weeks In Milan
The body heals slow. The heart even slower. But both remember who reached for them first.
#TwoWeeksInMilan
#MyBeautifulDon
#FrancescaAndLuca
He nods and pulls ingredients form the fridge. His white tank hugs his chest and back muscles and his low slung jeans emphasize his tapered waist. When he reaches up, I can see his Adonis belt. I bite back a groan.
“I thought you’d be sitting on the couch.”
“Nope. I want to watch you cook.”
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“I thought you’d be sitting on the couch.”
“Nope. I want to watch you cook.”
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December 9, 2024 at 12:13 AM
He nods and pulls ingredients form the fridge. His white tank hugs his chest and back muscles and his low slung jeans emphasize his tapered waist. When he reaches up, I can see his Adonis belt. I bite back a groan.
“I thought you’d be sitting on the couch.”
“Nope. I want to watch you cook.”
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“I thought you’d be sitting on the couch.”
“Nope. I want to watch you cook.”
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