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[heretyc]

Regret [Barbi x Jessica Rabbit! Reader]

Based off of the ask where Reader is Jessica Rabbit-esque, and on an idea I had about you being kidnapped by the CIA. I was like, "Jessica Rabbit AU would fit this perfectly". Maneater would eat everybody and Wife would be far too hard to take lol.

I know the title sounds sad, but the fic is not. Promise. You'll see.

Enjoy.

"You know, gentlemen...this isn't the proper way to treat a woman."

The heavily uniformed men merely shot you dirty looks as you fixed your lipstick; the pocket mirror, coated in sequins and with you and Barbi's initials, stuck out like a sore thumb as your other hand swiped the red wax onto your lips without flaw.

"You're no woman," one sneered, pushing the end of his nightstick against your bare chest. "You're an evil bitch."

"I'm not bad," you purred, your glittery lids catching the light of the shitty excuse of a ceiling light, "I'm simply perceived that way."

The ship fought against the rough waves, almost as if Mother Nature herself was making it a challenge for the CIA to steal you away.

"Your idiotic husband fucked up, you know," another spoke up, his hands occupied with a gun. "He killed too many innocent people."

"Nobody is ever truly innocent in Havana, don't you know?" you smacked your lips, the red lipstick matte upon your pouty mouth, "Men sleep with the women of the island, the women gamble their husband's money...you know how it is." You blinked lazily, putting your mirror and lipstick onto the small table within your cell. You heard thunder in the distance, the choppy ocean promising a hurricane within its domain.

"Your definition of innocent differs from mine," you clicked your tongue, "Murder is justified in some cases."

"Name those fuckin' cases," the first man rolled his eyes, his nose twitching in clear irritation, "Murder is sinful, that's what it is."

"Well," you began to count on your gloved fingers, "there was that one man who tried to assault me, Barbi shot him..."

"Okay, that's...that's fair, but-"

"And then there was that man who tried to drug my drink to kidnap me..."

"That's...okay, sure-"

"And thennnnn the man who stole my purse...oh, how I remember that," your giggle was airy, "Barbi chased him down in the Corvette and ran him over...my purse was bloody, sure, but he bought me a new one...Dior."

"...I..." The man scoffed, "Okay, those are...decent reasons, but...seriously? Running the guy over?"

"You would too, if your wife's 3000 dollar custom glittery purse was stolen."

The man grew silent, and the others began to silently leave your cell, "I...guess so. But still, he's made a name for himself. One we can't abide by or associate with. "

"So stealing his wife was a good idea?"

"He stole our good reputation, we're stealing his wife. Seemed fair to us."

"...Mmm," you pursed your lips, looking out of the window; lightning flashed nonstop, the wind picking up. "Regret is a beautiful thing, don't you think?"

He scoffed, "He doesn't regret murdering innocent people."

"Oh, it's not him I'm talking about."

And it was left at that.

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Bloodshed. Delicious shades of red, like that which sat upon your lips and Barbi's pale cheeks.

"And this, gentlemen, is why you don't FUCK with me or my fuckin' WIFE." Barbi announced to the CIA members on board, all tied up and at the mercy of Barbi's men.

Barbi's hand guided you down the stairs from the cabin, the large ship bobbing within the docks. It took a long ass time, but he managed to track you down with his yacht, and redirect the CIA's ship to the Havana docks.

He looked up to you with love, his smile wobbly with affection, "You're safe now, sweetness...they didn't hurt ya, did they?" His grip grew tight, "Just say the fuckin' word and we'll put more holes in them than swiss cheese."

"I'm fine, baby," you cooed, bending down to peck his lips, "We can be nice to them, can't we? I mean...they didn't hurt me." You feigned a pout. "And murder is sinful."

"Anything my sweetness wants, she gets," he booped your nose, "Drowning in shark infested waters it is."

Oh, how delicious were the sounds of the muffled guards and their shrieks behind dirty rags.

"Alright boys," Barbi took you to the ramp leading onto his smaller, yet luxurious yacht, "You heard me. Take this shithole of a ship, drop the bastards in with the great whites and sink it."

"NO. No," you rushed to say, resulting in a look of curiosity from him. "Baby...this ship is armoured and full of weaponry. As well as seized drugs. Wouldn't you want to keep it for yourself? Just rip the GPS system out...simple."

It took a moment for the idea to click, but he smirked, a hand clapping itself onto your ass and squeezing through the material of your dress, "You're a fuckin' GODDESS, you know that?" He sighed lovingly, "Get onto the yacht...I'll be there shortly."

You nodded, watching Barbi's retreating form as a few of his men guided him to the control room.

Adjusting your dress, you looked around before spotting the guard from earlier.

"I told you...regret is a beautiful thing. You feel it now, don't you?"

You didn't care for the frantic nods. You did, however, want to drink a mimosa.

"And make it strong, baby!" Barbi called from the stairwell, "We're gonna fuckin' party tonight!"

He knew you well.

[rottingchapel]

[yourdicc]

red barrels knows that bi/pansexual franco would've been an unstoppable force so they saw no other option but to nerf him and exile him to doomed to simp for women jail

[0bsequi0us]

Listened to all of Franco's new voicelines and unfortunately they make him even cuter than he was before 😔 I'm so fucking cooked

They made him even more of a crybaby. Even whinier. Even more pronounced daddy issues. I'm still processing the gravity of this

[wendigoruble]

Playtime: Oneshot

[This is like softcore af.. Like more than I intended it to be]

Franco had dressed himself in his freshly cleaned white pinstripe suit for tonight. No blood stains or dirt stains, fresh pressed and no wrinkles. On any other man it would look impeccable but it hangs loose against Franco's body. The sleeves and pant legs are just slightly too long, over hanging with lightly bunched fabric. For once he has the pristine coat buttoned up but only to hide the pacifier he keeps around neck at all times. It's pressed to his chest and he can feel the dull plastic edge rub against his purple dress shirt every time he moves his arms. It's a small discomfort but he'd found it a touch easier to pick up women with it concealed. He could never understand why that would turn someone off.

His gaze sweeps the area as he brings the glass of whiskey to his lips. The drink makes him internally cringe like a spoonful of medicine had been forced into his mouth. Even with its smoothness he doesn't like it, but the boniface refused to make him a wolf's milk and it's not like he can unstrap lupara from her holster and make the demand. Not tonight. He has personal business to attend to.

The club is packed with people wall to wall dancing to the soft jazz and murmuring among each other. Groups of friends chatter away close by and the odd couple are necking here and there.

Franco had himself seated at the bar. No one sits by him, no one attempts to go near him but he isn't concerned over that. People must really fear him. After all, he’s the button man for one of the largest mobs in the area (and he has his gun holstered across his back). Who would ever try to approach him unless they're looking to make a payment or there to gravel at his feet?

He takes another sip from his glass and holds it in his mouth before spitting it back out. How do people drink this stuff? It never feels right or tastes right, it's far too fluid. He turns to the bartender, about to complain, when someone catches his eye.

A woman is walking up to the bar and the very sight of her makes Franco feel warm. She has shoulder length black hair, long eyelashes, and a stern look about her smooth round face which is accented by pouty red lips. The black dress she wears shows off her shoulders and hugs her curves and well endowed chest. The fabric stops mid thigh and Franco's gaze travels all the way down to her shoes. Those black stiletto heels that click against the wooden floor really seals the deal. They make her at least three inches taller than him at that.

His heart is already thudding in excitement the closer she gets. He can barely hide his anticipation.

Before she even has a chance to talk to the bartender Franco is slipping off the barstool and placing his gloved hand on the counter in front of her. He stands too close and she seems little more than annoyed at him. Glaring down with the smallest hint of a sneer.

“Whatever the lady buys is on me.” He says while smiling up at her.

“Really?” She puts a hand on her hip before her sneer turns into a sly smirk,”Whatever I want?”

“Anything for a lady as beautiful as yourself.”

She seems to think for a moment, tilting her head up with judgment clear as day in her eyes. This little deformed looking man is offering to buy her drinks and she can see his plan from a mile away. It's pathetic in a very endearing way and she can read the glittery look in his pale blue eyes. A want, a joy barely contained with a crooked buck-toothed grin.

“Mmhm. What do you really want, kid?” She mocks.

Franco can feel that warmth growing inside when she spits at him like that. A coiling heat in his lower stomach springs to life. He has to swallow so he doesn't make a sound he'd regret. With a smooth exhale he tucks his hand into his jacket, ready to grab the money from the inside pocket. He never takes his eyes off her.

“Ain't yous a forward woman. I was just wonderin’ how much it'd cost to have an evening with ya.”

She very nearly laughs at him before seeing the thick stack of bills he's got pulled halfway out. She smiles, steps closer, grabs his wrist, and takes the money right out of his hand. She can hear an audible shaky exhale then and looks down to see him staring directly at her chest which is about as close to his face now as she can get without touching him.

“I think this should be enough.” She pushes him back by his shoulder.

“Wwhh.. Say, what's ya name?” Franco bites his bottom lip as he resteadies himself and rolls his shoulder. Normally he'd be pissed off should anyone touch him but he can make an exception this time.

“What would you like it to be?”

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“Ohhhh mutha!!” Franco cries out into the cold air of the motel room,”Baby's been bad!”

Tears are welling up in his eyes, his face is flushed and he holds his hands together tightly. Biting onto one of his thumbs in anticipation of the next firm smack against his bare skin. He jumps when that sweet sting of pain radiates out followed by a soothing rub. Oh his ass has to be red raw at this point. She's been at it so long he's bound to be bruised. Probably wont sit right for a week.

He dares pass a look back at his dear mommy for the evening. That sadistic joy glimmering in her eyes damn near makes him fawn all over again. What a good mommy she is. Breaking him down and making him cry, making him feel small and insignificant. Before he can even open his mouth to shower her with compliments he's spanked one last time. Tears slip over his cheeks as he moans and grinds against her thigh. Rolling his hips with a high pitched whine as his cock twitches and leaks pre that smears against her skin.

“Awhh is my baby boy having a good time?” She coos.

Franco can do little more than huff in response while he steadies himself.

She smooths over the bright red irritation with her palm. His skin is hot to the touch and she makes it a point to drag her nails across it before placing her other hand around his neck. Squeezing ever so slightly, urging him back and making him stand up so she can so delicately kiss his cheek. A red lipstick print is left behind. A mark he'd wear with pride should it never be washed away.

Her fingers curl around his throat and it's a welcome restraint. Franco leans into her hand enough to make his breathing hitch. She leads him down onto his knees. He stares at her with such adoration as she slots her leg between his. Pushing the point of her heel into his groin makes him visibly tremble. She applies further pressure with the toe of her shoe, pressing against his cock as he wraps both arms around her leg.

“You like that? Like playing with mommies shoes?”

Franco nods as he rests his cheek against her thigh and begins to rut on the sole of her stiletto. Pressing into it hard enough that it actually hurts. He gives her the most innocent look he can muster before faltering into a series of loud huffs and high pitched groans. He turns his head slightly and drags his tongue along her smooth skin before biting down hard enough to leave a bruise.

With an airy moan she rests back on her palms and watches with amusement as he pleasures himself with such vigor. She's happy his desperation is so evident because it makes it all the better when he pulls her leg away just before he cums. He's left on all fours just trembling and blushing with those big glassy eyes. Whimpering as precum drips from the tip of his irritated prick. He makes a move to grab her leg again but she leans up and smacks his hand away.

“Please..”

Again Franco reaches out to touch her only to be swatted back once more. She looks at him through half lidded eyes and with a firm tone she says,”Lay down.”

He obeys implicitly. Laying back on the floor despite any discomfort it gives him because it's worth it. It's worth it when she stands up and presses that heel into his chest. His gaze rolls up to see her dragging her hand up between her legs. His lips part with his tongue between his teeth only to have that heel then moved up to his neck, then his cheek. Forcing his head to the side so he can't look at her.

“Filthy baby boy aren't you?” She muses.

She doesn't get a response, she doesn't expect one. Especially not when she notices him beginning to stroke himself rapidly. For a moment she does consider stopping him again but he's so eager she allows him to finish. He cums on his lower stomach in thin white ropes before dragging his hand up through the mess.

“Guess you really are a filthy baby boy, hm?”

[thesimpinquestion]

I like to think Franco is a sucker for good nap. As a mf who struggles to sleep consistently,, i love as much sleep as i can get. So i do a lot of just napping any time i can.

I just think abt asking him, "I'm gonna take a nap, wanna join?" And him dropping whatever to do so. Why wouldnt he? Baby needs naptime♡

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

this will never happen bc we aren’t a hive mind but imagine the next time some wannabe fun police weirdo decides to clog the outlast tags up with some miserable bs we all collectively agree to just… fully ignore them as a bit 😭😭😭😭 it would be so funny if that one mf just did all that and got 0 attention whatsoever. one singular note and it’s from a bot type shit.

[kammomilla]

Okay, hear me out:

Is it possible for Franco to shoot anyone in the trials? Including other enemies? What if you throw a bottle towards someone and he turns to shoot and it hits the target?

I really wanna try this :D

[strawberrybunnystuff]

How would the characters in Outlast Trials react to you coming up behind them and whispering in their ears "I want you to get me pregnant tonight"

Leland Coyle👮‍♂️

He would have his completely feral gaze looking at you like you were the juiciest rush he had ever seen.

Hunger mixed with excitement exuding from his gaze and the actions of his body. The idea of ​​having a baby was nothing to him but the idea of ​​having his seed forming inside you boosted his ego and hardened his cock. In addition to the way to demonstrate his possession of you to everyone else. Forever.

He would turn around almost instantly when you started whispering. That devouring and naughty smile on his face, he would hold your face with his firm hand and bring your face close enough to his for you to feel his hot breath.

"Ah, you finally understand who's boss. Since you asked, I won't let you down, sweetie. Get ready to be mine forever."

Franco Barbi🍼

Franco can be a bit childish at times but this definitely brought out his manly side. Turning to meet you, Franco would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him until your bodies were very close to each other. Franco would be smiling and so close to you enough for you to feel his "happiness" leaning against you.

"Mommy, you know how to turn the baby on."

"I'm going to fuck you and by the end of this night I'll be inside you forever."

Mother Gooseberry🤱

Your speech made Mommy Gooseberry feel adorable! Heart racing, smile elevated and eyes shining upon you. Gooseberry is already imagining her beautiful babies running everywhere, the most beautiful, miraculous babies in the world. Gooseberry will run up to you, pick you up and spin you around in the air like a ballerina.

"My dear little lamb, our children will be divine!."

🐇🍓

[letternotekisses]

HAII May I request Franco Barbi NSFW headcanons/drabble? THANK YOU SM!! <3

franco barbi nation this one is for u <3 nsfw below da cut

"You'll keep your fuckin' mouth shut about this."

You barely register his threats when he's crowding you against the cold wall, impatiently kicking over a barrel that was somewhat in his way. You take his growls with a grain of salt - seeing as this wasn't exactly the first time he'd bent you over mid trial. Franco is always quick to tear that stupid gear off your chest to get to your plush tits underneath, burying his face in them like he'd die without.

He's all talk. Don't be afraid to get a little bit stern with him - curl your fingers in his disarrayed hair and guide his movements while he feverishly eats you out. Franco wants you to make a mess on him because he's so desperate to please, he doesn't care if you get his expensive suits dirty - he can buy several more. It's actually almost pathetic how desperate he is for it.

Franco isn't above humping your leg to get his fix - and I imagine it probably just ties into his humiliation kink. Call him a good boy and he'll cum in his pants almost instantaneously. Same goes for whenever you let him fuck the supple flesh of your tits - anything to do with it has him kicking his feet and flushing a deep, bashful red.

Doesn't like sharing his things, and you fell under that category the moment you allowed him to sink his cock into your tight little cunt. It'll have him distracted in trials - chewing out anyone who dare touch you in a way that seems opposed to violence. Would one hundred percent throw a fit and shoot someone in the foot with his lupara.

"Come here, sweetness." >>>

[heretyc]

Outlast Trials Antagonists When You're Crying [Drabbles]

[Shrugs again]. You/Reagent grow overwhelmed and cry in the middle of a trial.

"For fucks sake..." Leland's voice was gruff, his grip unsure on his baton; does he swing? Does he chase after you? Does he play cat and mouse?

Weakness disgusts him. But for some reason, he can't help but feel..responsible for your tears. And he hates being responsible, unless it's pushing American values.

"...There there, feller," His free hand patted your shoulder. "It's, uh...fine. You're in America, there's nothing to cry about. Best goddamn country on Mother Earth." He nodded, sure of his words. "Now hurry up and get them tears out...I'm not done playin' with you."

"Why's there water coming out of your eyes, huh?" Franco's voice was oftentimes an annoyance, seeing as you had to expect a Lupara's shot at your back, but this time, it didn't seem to phase you. He walked over, a brow raised with Lupara leaning on his shoulder.

"Look, uhhh...this shithole isn't exactly paradise for me, either." He sneered, "Gotta deal with yous fuckin' up my supply."

He gnawed on his lip, his crooked teeth snagging onto the plumpness, "But, uhh...tell you what. I'll give you a break...for now. I got some shut-eye to catch up on." He smirked, patting your back. "Cheer up. Can't get anywhere cryin' over spilt milk." He then walked behind you, off toward his office.

What "shut eye" meant with him, you never could tell.

"Oh, dear..." Gooseberry's voice was soft as you sobbed, her posture unsure. "Why the tears?"

"I'd cry too if my teeth were rotting out of my fucking head, Phyllis," The puppet chortled, seemingly amused by your tears. "Don't bother. Chase after them, they're weak."

"Oh, but daddy...they're worthless right now...there's no fun in educating those who don't want to learn."

"For fucks sake- you always have to fight me on this shit, Phyllis!" The puppet screeched as Mother Gooseberry began to walk off. She just simply calmed the puppet down, until neither could be heard.

Maybe she had her moments of kindness. Even when this place thrives off of misery.

[slashers-and-chill]

Legit cannot imagine Franco Barbi having kids. His wife is cradling their newborn, and she says, "Franco, come look at our son. Isn't he the cutest baby you've ever seen -"

Franco loudly, "I'M THE BABY!!"

[blueberrypancakesworld]

A tantrum in the baby cot

Franco Barbi x mum!reader

warning : outlast level of dark themes, dom/sub undertones, slight injury, kiss, comfort, pain kink, nickname : Ma'm, Mommy

Summary : A tantrum can always happen during turn-based data collections, but this adult baby's tantrums calmed down pretty quickly, just not this time. Before any more bloodbaths were caused, a solution had to be found and the only thing that would help was to put the baby in his cot and call his mum to look after her little boy.

info : So the third work for Franco the cute little one also this one was fun to write especially the oversized crib for him and I wish you all a lot of fun and see you next time :)

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Kids aren't they cute? Children, some say, are the joy of life, the joy of a family, the joy of a mother and the son for a father. A child is something special, born out of love between mother and father, nine months later, with blood, screams and love, something alive was born for her, for the doctors and guards around her, and for him too.

Each of them was born this way but something didn't seem quite right with one of the good moments since his birth, growing up without a mother, not breastfed at her breast, not loved and not kissed.

The only thing the son had received in young adulthood was the seat of his next mother's high heels kicking him and pressing him to the floor as his hips rubbed against the ground as he , ,,Not worthy of my body" as she had told him, the spit mixed with the blood from his runny nose on the floor and he could be the happiest son he could imagine.

But was it a ‘wrong’ childhood that had led him to this area, this dock, or to her? He didn't know, she didn't know and it seemed only the manager could know but he hadn't met him, probably just another police pig like the son of a police whore type who always charged the air too much and made his nice suit seem uncomfortable.

He didn't want to fill the air with electronics, he wanted to pollute the air with blood, to see where the teeth dug into the walls and bodies, something he could do every day, going out of his room and doing his hunting, ,,Hanging like rags here bloodless…where are the next ones? Hey, I'm talking to you fuckers!" the man's screams could be heard through the large facility as his bloodlust was probably not satisfied by five victims.

As he went round and round looking for new victims, new meat and, above all, new tops for his milk bottles, the management slowly realised that it was time to put the baby to sleep by force…or so they would have done if one little thing hadn't gone wrong.

One little thing in which she had underestimated him and Franco only needed three shots, ,,New fuck toy nice" he rejoiced as the ammunition in the form of teeth and bones drilled through the uniforms and a kick against the door and a shot with the Lupara was one of the most dangerous experiments free, free in search of his mother.

A mother lashing out on the other side of the building not wanting to be abused again, ,,Oh! My baby boy is going to kill you" she said as she cried out her personal doctor some older man with a nurse who gave her the cocktail mix of hormones every fortnight, a cocktail pill injection mix of hormones she knew she would never get back to normal inside.

Just because she was the mother she loved, a woman for the baby, a hormone-reacting glass with tits or whatever they called her, nothing more to her doctor than a means to an end with which he could roughly handle ramming the needle straight into her skin and leaving the odd blow on her.

But for every injury, Franco was only more outraged as he seemed to sense what was happening to his mother and this time it was probably just too much, ,,You'll be pierced, cut up, drained and mutilated," she said as she saw the bright flashing light of the orange lamp on the wall she had already figured it had something to do with the experiments.

When she saw the uncertain look on the woman's face, she had nothing but laughter left, knowing that it would only be minutes before she was back in the game, back at his side and finally able to love someone again, ,,Mother! Mother!" the three of them heard the distant screams in the operating theatre as shots and footsteps were heard.

The nurse fled screaming and the doctor retreated with a warning look, they both knew that in the end the organisation could always kill them both, patience only lasted until they had him under control again but why not act a little.

The metal shackles came off automatically and she got back to her feet, the dark dress on her, blood running down her arm and the bruise from the blow visible on her cheek, she dragged herself out of the room in pain.

,,Oh-Oh my baby…F-Franco! Mummy's here!" she cried, dragging herself along her cheek, leaving a small trail of blood as she looked for him, knowing that he was somewhere nearby, that he could smell her, that the pills were specially mixed to make him smell her, that he could smell her blood, her excitement, her fear and her lust, everything of hers that was his…if she wanted it.

It only took a few more minutes before she saw the bright dirty blood spattered suit, the shotgun and a worried look, ,,Ma'm!" he cried out as if everything he held dear had just been burnt in front of him he almost fell to his knees in front of her and clung to her, ,,You-you're all right!" the kidn gave his gun back in its holster and he looked at her, crying more and more with each injury and looking more and more vengeful.

But she put a hand on his cheek and he could feel the warm blood on it spread slightly, Franco cuddled her hand as if he hadn't seen her for years as if every touch was something he got something from whether it was love or excitement it didn't seem to matter it seemed the same.

,,I'm fine, my baby's here now…but you know, look around," she told him, her posture, which had been limp and pained before, straightening and completely absorbed in her role, her hands firmly on his shoulders, her gaze roaming the cameras, a look that told her kind-hearted observers that she had him under control.

He felt himself momentarily diminish as his fingers played with the buttons of his suit, almost casually stroking his midsection before he said more calmly, ,,It's messy but-but I was worried," he protested, turning to face her as she hugged him from behind, her arms wrapped around him, he felt her soft breasts against his back, her lips over his lips and he felt a shudder as he heard her voice against his ear.

A voice he would give anything for, something he wanted to follow, ,,Yes that may be but you're still a naughty boy, you know a nice boy doesn't throw a hissy fit when he can't find his mum do you?" she asked her finger running down his side along the leather of his belt and smirked as she felt his half-hardness Franco just nodded and his gaze drifted to the floor.

But she didn't allow this for long, lifting Lupara from his leather waffle belt she warned him with a hiss as she walked ahead and Franco followed her, his hands holding onto the fabric of her dress probably stroking her thigh again and again she knew that he wanted her, that he wanted to be a good boy and that he wanted her love but he would have to wait a little longer as the pair walked back to his base.

,,I've tidied up just for you and a drink,knew that something as pretty as you were just waiting for it" he said, chuckling almost effusively at his words as he closed the door behind her and the click was heard as his mother and lover made her way to the double-sized cot and lay down on it.

Watching her Franco with an amused grin, a young man a grown child hastily trying to grab the drinks and get back to her while she had long since tended to her wounds. ,,Here Mummy," he said happily, handing her a martini glass with dark wine in it, which she took from him with a smile, the gun still in her hand.

The wine was a little older, not that it spoilt the taste, on the contrary, it only seemed to taste better here in this shithole, her home away from home, as she closed her eyes in pleasure and tried to enjoy the alcohol.

A pleasure that remained for a few moments when Franco turned to her, the grown-up baby always had his well-deserved sleep in the cradle, but mostly alone with nothing but toys, milk and his own desires, but now she was there.

He downed the wine in one go and let his hands wander up her thighs, fingers stained with blood and dirt staining her skin, ,,Mhh I want little more of you?" he asked sighing as he ran his tongue over the cold blood on her arms, almost enjoying the puncture holes from which he would get a few more drops of her insides, her so warm soft insides.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment at first she wanted to tip the wine over him but what mother could say no to such sunshine, let him continue, she leaned back into the pillows feeling him wanting more and more, trying to get at her blood, his hands awkwardly reaching up her body.

To the point where she let him do it as she pressed Lupara to his chest, ,,Of course a greedy little impotent disgusting gnome gets more…if you do well," she said, seeing how for a fraction anger at the insult surfaced as she let the end of the weapon wrap from his chest down to his centre and increased the pressure on it, he was already nothing more than a whimpering little thing nestling against her, kissing every part of her body.

The grunts and whimpers were like pleasant music to her next to the constant screams and insults as he lay half on her body his head on her chest sighing as he felt her heartbeat aware of her inside and out ,,May I Mommy?" he asked his voice innocent though she saw exactly what he was capable of and seeing him like this the mighty Franco Barbie begged pressing against her waiting for her to pull her dress back on.

Putting the gun aside yet still pointing it at him she gave him a gentle smile placing a hand on his cheek before ,,Of course such a protective good boy" she said proudly as he pulled back the fabric covering her breasts and she saw the glint of excitement, arousal and love in his eyes as he immediately latched onto one of her nipples to massage the other.

He chuckled as she let out a pleasurable moan, the gun pressing further against him with each passing moment saying if he did even one wrong thing he would push her off, the pain of her fingers caressing his skin the praise he needed, the pleasurably disparaging look she gave him making the blood rush to his loins, ,,Thank you…Ma'm thank you," he murmured only letting go of her breast for a moment to acknowledge her gaze. She saw the faint glimmer of her own breast milk on his lips greedy as a little baby he never seemed to want to let go of her.

The look he was always under, under which both his sides were, she always had him on a leash even though he would bite her to death, she was his everything, she was the wife, the mother he had always missed and he was the son she never wanted and yet always needed.

She pressed him closer to her, stroking his back from time to time as the gun pressed harder and harder against his chest, knowing that if he wasn't tough enough in the coming moments, hours, who knows what days, she would shoot his heart out.

A thought that only excited him more and he slowly rubbed himself against her, ,,Oh someone's all excited then, we have all the time in the world don't we?" she asked threatening not to get an answer as she grabbed his nakcne and yanked him away from her.

Francos lust veiled gaze narrowed in pleasure as he felt the blow it was only the first one that night it wouldn't be the first time that moment he was petulant oh and it wouldn't be the last time they both stained the cot together with blood, bodily fluids and ammunition because at the end of the day every child needs love after a tantrum.

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@homefander , @millie-milkshake , @youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me , @xboxjuice , @cuddlecow

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It's so funny how a huge chunk of the fandom just can't seem to grasp that Franco's thing is heroin, not cocaine. It's literally like 30% of his personality. He has a funny little rhyme about it

[bonefries]

Hi! I am so in love with Foxhoney in any and all AUs. Forgive me if I'm being a bother, but could you tell us more about Lizzy and Franco's relationship? Take this as your free infodump coupon!

I'm sorry it took me forever to answer this one! I just wanted to save this coupon. But im feelin it tonight in the casino.

And speaking of the Casino. After being on it I am soooo obsessed with Franco trying to get Lizzy in there to have dinner with him. But I also have a neighboring headcanon that Easterman releases posters of Lizzy's old Burlesque performance onto that map. Like the collectible ones.

When Franco gets word that Lizzy use to do burlesque it's so over. He won't stop pestering her about it, he wants her to give him a show so bad, even going as far to imply she should do it ON the stage in the employees only room in the back. She's so livid about it, and they have voicelines of the bickering I'd imagine.

"Come'on Mama, Baby's beggin'here. Just a little taste, pretty please. Pretty please with sugar ontop." -Franco, on his knees begging. "For'tha last time ya rat bastard I said No! And not after what yous did to those ladies." -Lizzy while trying to play pool probably.

She's still really mad about the cattle map. Lizzy is also still dead set on keeping her rig vest on and not allowing him the chance to snap or bite at her. She is not letting him dig out her chest and insides OR see the goods.

I imagine she loves to play pool to taunt him as well because of the bending over. He at least gets the other end, but she will make more comments at him about it.

"Ya burn'in holes into my'ass Barbi Doll. If ya want somethin then come'ova here and ask mommy nicely." -Lizzy, once again. Taking a shot on the pool table.

[thesimpinquestion]

Thinkin abt cuddling and sleeping with Franco. (Imagine?)

Him being little spoon. Hearing him snore softly past his pacifier.

Hes curled up, knees almost to his chest. Whether youre with him in his crib or hes in your bed it doesnt matter. He's comfortable.

He's definetly wearing jammies. Hair ruffled against the pillows. Sleeping soundly in your arms.

He makes little noises here and there. Twitches noticibly when dreaming. Worse when its a nightmare. You're there though. Whatever would scare him in a dream certainly wouldn't matter after waking up in your arms.

Warm, calm, and cared for.