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I FUCKING LIVE IN VENICE

𝒲ℯ𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁ℴℊ! 🦇 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Hello! I’m Ire, and since we were twelve, my best friend and I have been writing fan fiction together. She is a med student, and I am an aspiring actress who often changes jobs. Last year, I was hospitalized, and I wrote a Frankie Morales fan fiction. Although I find my work cringe-worthy and poorly written, that story really helped me. Alongside therapy, it kind of saved my life. I needed a distraction, so my therapist suggested I channel my emotions through my stories. I even shared that fan fiction with some family members who didn't know it was fan fiction and they really appreciated it!

With this blog, my aim is to help people who are struggling.

That being said, here's something about me.

I was born in 2005 (I prefer saying that because the number twenty-something scares me). I love art, goth culture, old movies (Audrey Hepburn is my favorite star), literature, and singing.

If you want to get to know me better, here's my Pinterest account: https://pin.it/5rKN3cV6X

About this blog:

I write about almost all of Pedro's characters. My favorite is Oberyn, but the world of Game of Thrones is complicated, so I don't know how often you'll see him on my page.

I don't like writing x-reader fics because I prefer to create original characters. In my work, you'll see different versions of the same characters over and over again. As Epic the Musical says, "I would fall in love with you over and over again."

That's pretty much it.

Disclaimer: Most of the time, my English is shitty. I'm chronically online, but that's not enough.

K, bye

Xxx

On the floor baby!

🪽🧸Hey, I don't usually write smut. I'm more of an angst person. But I know what the Tumblr wants, so here I am! Please be patient. I'm Italian, and English isn't my first language. 🧸🪽

I don't use AI! I only use the translator to avoid mistakes.

“Frankie has relapsed. Cocaine has crept back into his life. He and Estelle split up, and he moved back in with his mother. But when Frankie finds himself alone with his ex-wife in her shop, something happens. ( They have a daughter named Bianca. :)”

+18…

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Frankie leaned forward and Estelle ended up lying on her back on the floor. The man’s breathing became labored, and the woman giggled. "Yeah, this floor is really comfortable. I could take a little nap.”

Frankie shook his head and smiled.

"You're not going to take a nap," He said.

"May I?" She nodded biting her lower lip. “Oh, you're serious” she stretched and the man kissed her jaw. Frankie's weight on the body was comforting. They were in the dark and she couldn't see his face, but she could feel him smiling against her skin. His hands slowly flowed everywhere, caressing every sensitive spot, and Estelle’s breathing became irregular. Frankie took the hem of her shirt.“Frankie.” The man looked up. “May I?” He knew the mapping of her body and the woman's reaction to his touch inflated his chest with devotion and pride.

"It's been months," she said. "Never mind," he replied. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do anything,” he added, mortified. Estelle shook her head. "I want to do it. But I’m talking about practical reasons. It’s been a long time.” Frankie smiled and kissed the woman’s belly.

Estelle knew where this was going. As always, she felt as if the man was taking care of her. She shuddered when she felt his breath against her core. Frankie knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. Before long, Estelle collapsed. The man sat up to look at her relaxed expression. She reached out her arms and pulled him back against her chest. They remained silent for a while. Estelle stroked his hair and kissed him. "I don't have any condoms," she murmured.

Frankie lifted his head. "Oh, really? I thought you took them with you tonight,”

“And why so?”

“Because you went out with your friends and—” The man began tracing small circles with his fingertip on Estelle’s chest. She shook her head. “No, Frankie. I didn’t intend to go with anyone.”

“Well, I don’t have them either,” the woman said, clicking her tongue. “Are we giving up?” The man pressed his lips between her breasts. “Are we done?” Frankie didn’t answer, but instead began kissing her passionately. The two ended up moving from the floor to the counter.

“Just pull out honey”

They completed each other, filling each other with words and flesh.

"I told you I missed you," Frankie murmured, leaning against the counter. "And not just for that reason," he added, pointing and her breasts.

"I was in so much pain," the woman murmured. "And I was afraid of losing you for good. Maybe it would have hurt less if I’d let you go.” She squeezed the man’s hand tightly. He nodded, feeling a twinge in his chest.

Estelle’s phone rang: it was Bianca. “Bianca? Why is she calling me so late?“

Honey?”

“Mom, it’s 2:30 a.m. and you’re not at home—should I be worried?” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, sorry, a friend of mine got drunk and isn’t feeling too well,” she lied.

“Liar,” Frankie commented, putting on his T-shirt. Estelle elbowed him.

“I’ll be right there. You go to sleep in the meantime,” she hung up the phone and sighed, looking for her skirt.

Once they were dressed, the two made their way to the door. “So, um, are you going back to your mom’s now?” The man nodded. “Okay, we’ll talk about tonight soon.”

I WANT THE GLADIATOR II ERA BACK

The final chapter of “facilis descensus averno” is up! And that concludes the Sibling Road Trip to the Underworld!

Join me in the next part, in which the imperial family has nowhere to hide from suitors.

My eternal gratitude to:

@amnesiathefirstcatlady for talking about the Aeneid and the Divine Comedy with me. Las eruditas utilizando nuestros talentos para hacer llorar a los lectores el bien

@mmkkzz thank you for your reviews and your kind messages. I’m happy you were able to relate to Valentina’s grief and that my silly story helped you ❤️❤️ Next part is dedicated to you in recognition of your role as the captain of the “Get Valentina a Devoted Husband” ship