#i just want more non-MC based content lmfao

[heretyc]

Cat and Mouse [Franco Barbi x Reader] [SMUT/NSFW] [18+]

Plot: You take far too many antipsychotics and suffer the consequences. Those consequences? Franco Barbi taking you for himself. [Female reader character.] This is porn with plot.

Warnings: 18+ content ahead. Obsessive Barbi. Lactation kink, mommy kink, breastfucking, missionary sex and MC death [you respawn anyway lol]. This shit is so filthy I had to take a shower. [Just kidding I was like a pig in mud lmfao]

TW: Somewhat dubious consent. You don't give verbal consent and you're high. You're...kinda not bothered, if that makes sense? Even through the drugs. You also get shot by Lupara. I kinda based this off of the hatefucking! AU where you were in Havana the day he started the shootout and you basically become enemies to lovers.

Also mentions of non-con birth control usage, as he rawdogs you. He is literally the embodiment of the "raw, next question" meme.

Setting: The docks map. [I can't find a good picture, but inside of the red room on the ship where Barbi shoots the glass and pursues you.]

It's doneeeee! Enjoy. I'm not exactly confident in my smut writing skills so I hope this is still enjoyable. Under the cut due to NSFW content ahead. Why do I always turn my fics poetic?? Ugh. This fic was a ROLLER COASTER.

A hiss, a cry, a grunt and a groan; that was the array of noises that escaped your throat as you tried to roam and plunder the shithole that was the docks, your nipples swollen and making you want to rip them off.

The nurse was nice enough to give you a maternity bra. Truly, she was; coming to her with your little issue, she was more than understanding.

"Oh dear," Barlow had clicked her tongue as a gloved hand squeezed at your breast, her expression showing concern, "I was afraid this would happen." She was gentle as she swabbed some milk from your nipple, shoving the soaked swab into a test tube.

Her smile was friendly yet forced, full of pity in typical Barlow, "I'll get you some maternity wear for the time being...for now. Refrain from taking those antipsychosis medications for a while, okay?"

As if that was easy; she was bullshitting you, this you knew. It wasn't like you could stop taking them, and therefore, you had to suffer the consequences.

"I'll make sure it isn't pus," she dawdled, getting up from her seat and gently taking your hand, her free one holding the tube. "From now on, please rest in the sleep room." She looked...mortified for you. "Just...rest for today. Easterman's a wonderful man, dear...I'm sure he'll let you."

Trials were hard enough as it was. Constant fear. Your brain was fried, no doubt. But now you had to worry about breast pain, of all things.

She then cursed under her breath, "You have that...Franco Barbi trial tomorrow, don't you?"

Oh.

Fuck.

She was hesitant to send you away, but off you went back into the room that was assigned to you.

And now you were here, after spending all day yesterday moping and dreading the day, and the maternity bra you were given had been ripped off, because the material was too. fucking. rough.

Why was that, you wondered as you roamed the docks, shoving the bags of poisoned medicine into your pockets. Why was the material so shit?

But then again, why did they have maternity bras.

You silenced your train of thought after that.

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Fucking Franco Barbi. That was what you were doing. Literally, fucking Franco Barbi.

You didn't think you'd be fucking the man who started that little gunfight in Cuba that one faithful day. You remember it fondly, actually; you killed a man for trying to rob you, and minutes later, you heard gunfire, sirens, and "spider eye lamb". All of which lead to the events which are now occurring. Well...and the constant trials against this fucker, who became obsessed with you the moment he saw you shove a knife through a man's gullet.

Barbi's hands were rough on your breasts, the gloves' material rubbing against your nipples as his tongue invaded your mouth. His saliva, thick and tasting of amaretto and almond milk, was shoved down your throat, his slimy pink tentacle-like appendage rushing to call your mouth his own. It felt disgusting and yet so arousing.

"Fuck yes, sweetness," He slurred after he pulled away, your shirt and pants gone and your back against the hard mattress he shoved you onto. "FUCK you smell divine." Your feet were planted against the floor, your toes almost gripping the wood with urgency.

The baggies of poisoned medicine were null, now; not like they mattered anymore, your pants in the corner of the red room. Much like his own, as you heard his belt buckle be toyed with.

"Gonna fuck ya," Barbi licked his lips, Lupara laying beside your head. Almost like a silent threat. Move and you die. "Gonna fuck ya tits, ya cunt...fuck- everything. FUCK. I've always wanted to do this shit, ever since that fuckin' day in Cuba."

He was eager, this you could tell, even through the haze of the antipsychotic he shoved down your throat. All you could think is, "Sorry Nurse Barlow".

But knowing her, she wouldn't hold it against you. She never did. These past couple of days, her false care seemed to dwindle and she actually seemed more...human, instead of fake. Maybe this place was getting to her.

Your tits were squeezed together, making you hiss; small trails of white essence began to stream down into the valley of your breasts, and before you knew it, a pink cockhead poked through, looking blurry to your vision.

You had never thought you'd see this fucker naked, let alone have his tongue shoved so deep down your fucking throat you thought he'd lap up your stomach acid like a desperate mutt.

Knowing him? He would. Oh, he'd mix it with amaretto and drink it like it's the blood of Christ himself.

His strange obsession for you was not at all kept subtle. Just weeks ago, when you two had first come to Sinyala - like a package deal! - he made it clear he wanted to pursue his affections, if his kissy noises were any indicator. You've lost some hair since coming here; maybe he put that shit on his wall, smelling it every night before bed. Maybe he kept some of your blood on his suit from when he killed you last Friday.

You never know with him. One day he's crying about how "you're fuckin' up my suit!", and the next he's googly eyed, begging you to spit on him. Weirdo.

Barbi's head was thrown back in pleasure as he began to thrust, his precum and the milk making it easy as pie for him to use your tits as a fleshlight, the cockhead close to pressing against your lips every time he thrust. "Fuckin' slut...that's what you are," he panted, now looking down at you with a pleased smirk. Sweat dripped down his head, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "My fuckin' slut..."

Mutt. Bambino. Dog. Lupara.

"Gonna...gonna fuckin' cum. You want that, mommy?" He leaned down slightly, his voice a murmur, "Want me to empty my fuckin' balls on these tits? That face? God, that tongue lickin' up my spunk...FUCK!"

His dirty talk did nothing but arouse him even more, as cum shot out of his eager cockhead and onto anything of yours that it could reach; your lips, your cheeks, your chest, your neck. Your body had more semen on it than it did clothing.

"Fucking...shit..." Barbi's voice was breathy, his cock retrieved from the valley between your tits. "You're a masterpiece, you know that? Fuckin' hell." He stroked the softening organ, clearly not intending to end this anytime soon; ohhh no, not when you're at his mercy, with your tits ballooned in size full of cream.

The presence of his cum didn't assauge him from forcefully pulling you up, now fully laying you back on the bed as opposed to just your bottom half hanging off. Now you, at least, had a pillow under your head.

It makes it harder to bash your head, though. To give yourself an exit, to avoid whatever the fuck he wants to do with you. Maybe you could smother yourself.

"I told ya sweetness," Barbi rasped, straddling your hips as he ground his hardening cock into your stomach. "You get caught with ya hand in the cookie jar..." He shed his trousers and shoes, now fully nude from the waist down. Lupara had fallen off after he positioned you, and his bandolier was on the floor, clearly abandoned in favour of making sure your fucking was unbothered.

"You get fucked sideways to Hell," he took your breasts into his gloved hands once more, leaning down to suckle on a swollen nipple; a banshee would be jealous, had she heard the screams that exited through your lips, your teeth gritting in pain. This didn't quell him — your screams rivaled his moans, his eyes clenched shut as his audible sucks were all that you heard. You wanted to kick him.

"Fucking shit," his voice was muffled around your breast one second, and within the next one, he was looking you in the face, his eyes lidded in pleasure.

"I knew you were fuckin' special...you know that? I knew you were," Barbi growled out, leaned down until your noses were close to touching, "Nobody's ever been able to handle me," he rasped, "they die too fuckin' quick. Where's the challenge in that?" He huffed a laugh, breathless as he tried to regain some control. "But you...fuck no, you just...you fuck everything up in my face, and you win. Fucking...insane, to me." He pushed himself up, pushing his hair back with a shaky hand; he was eager, his body didn't lie.

"I suppose this is both a reward...and a punishment, dollface," Barbi licked his lips, moving down to shove a gloved finger into your cunt; you were wet...wait, what?

Did this really arouse you? Maybe it did. Something in you liked being a little dominated, even if your dominator was a batshit insane mafia don who whined constantly about sluts, and whores, and drugs, and "wahhh be my mommy".

God, you were fucked in the head. But that's what Sinyala does to a mind...there's no denying that.

"You get fucked by a Barbi...and you get your shit fucked in for being a business ruining cunt," he sneered, pulling out of your pussy with roughness. If your traitorous cunt wasn't throbbing with need, you're sure it would have hurt. It throbbed even more as he began to lick at his slick fingers, purring like a maine coone drinking milk from its prized bowl.

"Try me," you found yourself able to force out; those stupid fucking drugs made your throat all fuzzy, but even rage itself can overpower anything. "I poisoned your drugs...nothing else you can do to me that's worse than being smacked around by the grunts outside."

Barbi and anger were often allied; he looked down at you with a glare, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. It took him a moment before he clenched his hand into a fist, a smirk slow to invade his lips. "Oh...you'll regret saying that, sweetness. I bet on that shit. But for now..."

He positioned himself between your legs, your calves sitting on his shoulders; his head turned to peck one of them as he lined his cock against your weeping folds, slowly thrusting his hips to get his organ wet and ready.

"Fuuuuck, you're a goddess...it's like we were made for each other," He muttered, his body quivering with glee, "You're mine, and I'm yours, it's meant to fuckin' be..." He gripped your knees, his gloves slightly warm against your skin as he thrust forward...

...completely missing your entrance.

You raised a brow, the drug slowly leaving your system, "Mmm...do all Barbi's miss?"

He looked flustered, maybe even embarrassed, but he barked a "Shaddup!" before he tried again.

And missed.

"Is this how you were made? Papa Barbi forgot to pull out? Are you all that fucking clumsy?"

The look on his face screamed "I'm gonna fuck you up", and the rage that followed your question seem to assist in his attempts to penetrate you; with a roar he thrust forward, finally sliding into your entrance until your skin smacked against each other, his cock hilted within your silken walls. Third time's the charm, they say.

It wasn't painful, you were much too slick for this to be painful, but a choked scream exited through your lips, "Fuck-"

He was surprisingly big. He didn't look like the type to be packing...but then again, why did you bet on his dick to be regular sized? Why were you thinking about his dick at all?

Oh, god. What has become of you?

"That's the fuckin' ticket!" He began to piston his hips, loud moans beginning to trail from him like a whore; god, he really was a whore, wasn't he? He sure sounded like one. You gripped onto the sheets below, his head thrown back in ecstacy as he refused to slow. The pace remained consistent, time feeling like it was just flying by. A social construct, your ass. Your body experienced pleasure like never before - why does he know what he's doing? Didn't his file say he's impotent? - but your mind began to wander. "Fuuuck, be my mommy...fuckfuckfuck, pleaseee..."

He has the hips of a rabbit. He calls you rabbit all the time. What does that make him? A mutt; you've already established this. Mutts usually eat rabbits.

Maybe he'll eat you, later. Maybe he'll tire of your little game of cat and mouse.

"Fuckfuckfuck-" He growled through his breathy moans, his balls slamming against your backside with each aggressively fast thrust, "That sight of you covered in blood, FUCK, that's all I can fuckin' think about, I love ya, fuck-"

Barbi leaned down, his lips smashing onto yours; teeth gnashed against teeth, the kiss being more violent than loving as he moaned into your mouth, his hips continuing their assault. Was he even capable of love? He loved bloodshed, and drugs, and Lupara. You were next on that list.

His teeth bit into your bottom lip, pulling it with him as he pulled away, his eyes clenching shut as he let his head fall, "Gonna fucking cum, you sexy bitch," He breathed, "Gonna paint that womb white, gonna...fuck," He cared not for your own pleasure - your clit would smack him right about now, poor thing - as his pace, almost scarily grew faster.

He was a true whore as he screamed in pleasure, his hips stuttering before hilting inside once more, his balls pulsing as they emptied his essence deep within you.

His pants were heavy as he let your calves fall from his shoulders. "Fucking hell, sweetness..."

"Back at ya," you forced out once more, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your head lolled to the side. Despite him being a selfish son of a bitch, it was still pleasurable for you. He just snickered at your comment.

"Oh, sweetness?"

"Yeah?" You turned to look, only to see a barrel.

Lupara.

"I told ya you'd regret sayin' things you surely don't mean."

And before you knew it, you heard it fire. Thankfully, you felt nothing. The world faded to black, and the last thing you felt was a kiss onto your cheek. Sloppy, and full of your milk.

Maybe pumping that antidote in you was a blessing more than it was a milk-fueled curse.

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"She was found in the cabin," muttered a doctor to Nurse Barlow, his face full of disgust, "With Bambino's semen. He's been in his...chambers, since the shooting."

Barlow sighed, pinching the flesh between her brows, "I see."

"Put her on an indefinite dose of Levora immediately, Aviane if you see fit. God only knows this'll be a common occurence." He huffed, shaking his head, "Hendrick's an idiot for supporting that little shit's infatuation."

"...Understood," the blonde nurse muttered, clearly distressed; she knew Easterman sending you into that trial was a big mistake. He knows of Barbi's little...crush...on you, which had made his decision much more alarming.

She had scoffed when Easterman used the pathetically tame term. It was moreso an objectification. "An obsession," she had corrected within seconds after his declaration.

Barlow looked down at you with pity, your face peaceful. The doctor walked out, shaking in displeasure. With a sigh she turned around, grabbing a small cup of water, and two packets of pills.

Popping them from the package, she whistled lowly to herself, waiting on your awakened state to take the small batch of medication.

God help you, she thought.

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Welp. You never thought Hell had floors to it. Aviane - or was it Levora? - was known for causing breast pain. Adding onto your lactation problem, you felt like shit.

You laid in bed, your breasts throbbing like mad as your hair wet the pillow below you. You were fresh out of a shower, feeling dirty after your little encounter.

Maybe, this time, you could take a break-

"Reagent [Name], please make your way to the shuttle."

Oh, great. With the roll of your eyes, you got up and made your way downstairs, the other Reagents participating in chess, arm wresltling, or simply standing, waiting for their demise.

Sinyala's effect on people was strange; Reagents either became obedient Murkoff-owned lap dogs, eager for every trial - sorry...therapy - or partythrowers who didn't let Big Bad Murkoff ruin their hedonistic lifestyles. Hell, one of them even made toilet wine and served it around the night you and Barbi were welcomed [how was that even possible?].

One nodded at you as you walked past, and looking up at the shuttle, it simply read;

Downtown.

...Here we go again.

[hopeshoodie]

Does anyone else feel like the lady characters in THTH don’t have as much interiority as the men so far? 

Jada is the most fleshed (post to follow about that because I have thoughts), but to me the romanceable women feel flat when compared to how the romanceable men are written. 

Marisa is probably the girl we have the most details about- her yoga stuff, that she spends most of her time doing outdoor stuff like biking/hiking/camping- but as for personality we just get that she's overly romantic, hot headed, and jealous. But not a lot of her thoughts on the events of the game, she doesn’t really form friendships with the other cast members outside of her and Theo being united in the no-rule break committee. Even Theo gets some exploration into his mixed feelings about rule-breaking with the player, whereas Marisa kinda just says ‘oh well I really like you’. 

Dakota is the most quirky of all the girls, but literally has no personality outside of 'lol I'm confident! I like food! Touch my butt and feed me pizza!!' We only get personal details about her incidentally (grew up by the ocean) or when other people are revealing things (she’s a workaholic per the conversation with Liam). We get that she revels in having gossip to share, but only when it moves the plot forward. 

I won’t count this against Priya because she’s only been here for a day, but I know nothing about her other than Girlboss (™). 

And Sarah just… I did a loyal route with her and I feel like I know nothing about her. She knows she’s hot, she’s competitive, she likes to have a good time, she hates being told what to do. But she doesn’t have any of the breadcrumbs about her life outside the show, or a backstory on why she’s here/why she’s like this/who she is. Even the intimate suite scene that has the chance to ask other LIs questions is like… Just her flirting with you. Which like, I know some people irl aren’t comfortable sharing about themselves, but she just seems so shallow without the little bits that make her more rounded. 

And like, it’s fine. It’s the same characterization that you’d get in like Episode or Lovelink, but it feels off to me because the men are written in a similar way to characters in LITG- fleshed out, multifaceted, distinct characters.

Like.

We see Theo reckoning with insecurities about his music and wanting to be the most wanted person in the room (but very much not being). He struggles with obviously wanting money and also being a massive whore. 

We see Henri trying to self modulate between these intense emotions but wanting to not appear too forward, and being out of his element. We see how open and earnest he is as he talks about his life and values. 

Liam is just Liam 🥰. (FR Liam’s my favorite boy because his character is v nuanced TO ME) He’s here for a good time and is unattached but also gets jealous quickly and makes rash decisions because of it. He’s goofy with the other guys but also stands his ground to get what he wants. He's direct about what he wants but doesn't take it too far or make it anyone else's problem. He's genuinely friends with the other cast members. He’s clearly very smart and successful but doesn’t talk about it/have a lot of bravado.

But none of the girls outside of Jada have similar storyline. I just. I want more from the women. Sarah and Alex’s one-sided rivalry is fun and Henri/Dakota’s one-off gaff about stealing food was amusing, but they’re the few times the girls interact with other cast members who aren’t MC. 

I want to see Sarah and Theo’s ‘OMG we’re NOT interested in each other NO WAY’ partners in crime schtick grow into a friends to lovers arc. I want to see Dakota either finally getting into the core group of friends (Jada, MC, Alex) or getting upset that she’s usually excluded. I want to see Marisa floundering because if MC isn’t with her she literally has nothing going on. 

I just want to see character setups and arcs similar to what it seems like all the guys have gotten. 

[curatoroffiction]

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I agree. I also wish there were more Non-MC pairings like Sarah/Dakota, Sarah/Theo, Liam/Marisa, Theo/Marisa, Dakota/Henri, Alex/Henri and etc. For example, if MC isn't with any of these characters, I want them to pair up with each other, like how they did it in LITG (sorry to mention it here. But I have to.)

Like in LITG S2, if MC is with Gary, Lottie and Bobby start a friends-with-benefits relationship, if MC is with Marisol, Elisa and Bobby pair up. Like that.

It's more realistic and it shows the little side stories happening outside of MC. These characters are forming relationships with each other as well.

But this is my opinion. I love the game, though, but yeah.

Does anyone else feel like the lady characters in THTH don’t have as much interiority as the men so far? 

Jada is the most fleshed (post to follow about that because I have thoughts), but to me the romanceable women feel flat when compared to how the romanceable men are written. 

Marisa is probably the girl we have the most details about- her yoga stuff, that she spends most of her time doing outdoor stuff like biking/hiking/camping- but as for personality we just get that she's overly romantic, hot headed, and jealous. But not a lot of her thoughts on the events of the game, she doesn’t really form friendships with the other cast members outside of her and Theo being united in the no-rule break committee. Even Theo gets some exploration into his mixed feelings about rule-breaking with the player, whereas Marisa kinda just says ‘oh well I really like you’. 

Dakota is the most quirky of all the girls, but literally has no personality outside of 'lol I'm confident! I like food! Touch my butt and feed me pizza!!' We only get personal details about her incidentally (grew up by the ocean) or when other people are revealing things (she’s a workaholic per the conversation with Liam). We get that she revels in having gossip to share, but only when it moves the plot forward. 

I won’t count this against Priya because she’s only been here for a day, but I know nothing about her other than Girlboss (™). 

And Sarah just… I did a loyal route with her and I feel like I know nothing about her. She knows she’s hot, she’s competitive, she likes to have a good time, she hates being told what to do. But she doesn’t have any of the breadcrumbs about her life outside the show, or a backstory on why she’s here/why she’s like this/who she is. Even the intimate suite scene that has the chance to ask other LIs questions is like… Just her flirting with you. Which like, I know some people irl aren’t comfortable sharing about themselves, but she just seems so shallow without the little bits that make her more rounded. 

And like, it’s fine. It’s the same characterization that you’d get in like Episode or Lovelink, but it feels off to me because the men are written in a similar way to characters in LITG- fleshed out, multifaceted, distinct characters.

Like.

We see Theo reckoning with insecurities about his music and wanting to be the most wanted person in the room (but very much not being). He struggles with obviously wanting money and also being a massive whore. 

We see Henri trying to self modulate between these intense emotions but wanting to not appear too forward, and being out of his element. We see how open and earnest he is as he talks about his life and values. 

Liam is just Liam 🥰. (FR Liam’s my favorite boy because his character is v nuanced TO ME) He’s here for a good time and is unattached but also gets jealous quickly and makes rash decisions because of it. He’s goofy with the other guys but also stands his ground to get what he wants. He's direct about what he wants but doesn't take it too far or make it anyone else's problem. He's genuinely friends with the other cast members. He’s clearly very smart and successful but doesn’t talk about it/have a lot of bravado.

But none of the girls outside of Jada have similar storyline. I just. I want more from the women. Sarah and Alex’s one-sided rivalry is fun and Henri/Dakota’s one-off gaff about stealing food was amusing, but they’re the few times the girls interact with other cast members who aren’t MC. 

I want to see Sarah and Theo’s ‘OMG we’re NOT interested in each other NO WAY’ partners in crime schtick grow into a friends to lovers arc. I want to see Dakota either finally getting into the core group of friends (Jada, MC, Alex) or getting upset that she’s usually excluded. I want to see Marisa floundering because if MC isn’t with her she literally has nothing going on. 

I just want to see character setups and arcs similar to what it seems like all the guys have gotten.