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hi gamers, sorry for not updating!! I’ve been having a rough few weeks… I’m currently not at home right now! I’ve been staying with some relatives for the past few days because my home is currently infested with phorid flies! Gross!!
the TL;DR is we’re having some pipe leaks/plumbing issues on top of heavy rain, so they’ve just been running rampant… it’s very miserable. Phorid flies are nasty things, if you’ve never had to deal with them I envy you.
It’s been kinda hard to write! I’m a little stressed.. and I tend to get sick when i’m stressed. Hopefully it’s all over soon and I can get back to the regularly scheduled program. Forgive me for not updating TT I honestly haven’t touched tumblr like- at all the past week or so. I’ll be back though! Don’t worry!! o7
would anyone here be interested in an 18+ outlast discord...? The official one scares me... also it might be nice to talk to you guys? Thinking about it...pondering...
we could play trials together... looks at you (yes YOU) with my big sad eyes... (insert the sad ant meme with the sack on its back)
If it's not too much trouble please make pregnancy headcanons for Franco... He would have no idea how to care for a pregnant reader lol
YESYESYES!! he really doesn't, lmao. But he's a fast learner! (kinda). This ended up being really long, i saw your other ask and i'll be posting a part 2 soon for specifically dad! Franco HCs! :3 (also please never worry about sending too many asks! I promise you can never send too many!)
C/W: Fluff, NSFW/pregnancy sex mentioned. Pregnant! reader. AFAB! reader. Dad! Franco. Lactation kink mentioned unsurprisingly. Shockingly really soft?? (i need some franco fluff sorry chat). mentions of non-con. Possibly OOC? my personal take on him!
FRANCO x PREGNANT READER ── HCs!
Pregnant? The moment the words leave your mouth, it feels like time just…stops. Whether or not he’d planned this, it doesn’t matter. The reality of the situation hits a lot harder than he’d been expecting. He’s happy! Sure! But he’ll probably bluescreen for a minute or two before snapping back into reality. Fuck – he’s gonna be a dad? He doesn’t know the first thing about babies…aside from acting like one–
After he snaps out of the slight daze, though, all his attention is placed on you. “Are you okay? Is– it… okay?” He’ll quietly rub your back and shush you if you’re crying, he knows it’s stressful for you but not taking it back now, right? (don’t bring up abortion unless you want him to tie you to a bed til the baby gets here.)
It dawns on him very quickly he isn’t only responsible for taking care of the baby once it arrives, but you as well. I think it’d start with morning sickness, honestly. He wakes up one morning to find you hunched over the toilet dry heaving and is like “Oh. Shit–”
Franco is pretty bad at comfort. He never really got it growing up, so don’t expect any mushy words about how strong and brave you are. But he will sit with you and hold your hair back if you need it. He’s good at being physically present! Just…being emotionally present isn’t something he gets.
If you tell him you need something, he’ll get it for you with minimal questions. He might grumble a bit but if you even try to get up and do it yourself he’ll snap and tell you to sit your butt down. You’re carrying his baby, after all. What kinda man would he be if he made his pregnant S/O get up and get their own things? The sexism goes from about a 6 on the scale to an 8 overnight. Suddenly, you’re too fragile to do anything on your own.
He treats you like you’re made of glass. You can see it on his face when he touches you, how his hands tremble a bit before resting on the curve of your waist. He’s terrified of hurting you because he knows the kinda man he is. He knows what he does to people. And he couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting you or the baby.
He also fights with you less. It isn’t uncommon to bicker and argue with Franco, he’s an asshole. But, ever since you got pregnant? Suddenly he’s more inclined to just shut his fat mouth. He’ll start saying something mean, cut himself off, and just walk away instead. If you ask him about it it’ll just piss him off, so take the blessings where you can and don’t acknowledge the strange behavior.
Speaking of strange behavior… he’s suddenly very attuned to your facial expressions and vocal cues. Franco doesn’t know a whole lot about pregnancy, that’s female crap… but he knows you, and he knows you like the back of his hand. Your tone wavered a bit? He’s pulling you onto his lap because he knows you’re about to cry. You won’t meet his eyes? Nausea, he’ll go get a bucket and some crackers. Your lip trembled? You must be hungry, let him go get you something.
He’ll feed you like crazy. Not just because he thinks it’d be cute if you got a little softer but because he’s absolutely convinced you do genuinely need to eat for two. “What do you mean that’s just a sayin’? No it ain’t. Just shut up and eat! You ain’t gonna starve my kid!”
You’re responsible for telling him things you’re not allowed to have, by the way. And even then, he’s still gonna argue with you. He genuinely doesn’t understand why you can’t have certain foods, and every time you try to explain that whatever you eat goes right to the baby… he just kinda zones out. “Yeah yeah, no deli-meat or alcohol. Whatever, doll.”
Just because you gotta give it up doesn’t mean he’s gonna. Don’t even try to ask him to stop drinking, he’ll burst a blood vessel. You want him to stop drinking? You wanna punish him just cause you can’t have any? Fat chance. Expect him to be just as intoxicated as he usually is. The only thing that really changes on that front is he at least has the decency to not smoke around you anymore.
Don’t bring up the smoking thing though. He gets really embarrassed if you acknowledge the fact he always leaves the room/waits til you’re asleep to enjoy a cigar.
He always goes to appointments with you. Both because he does genuinely care about you and the baby, but also because he just really doesn’t trust doctors with you. What if they try to do some weird experiments on you or something? He isn’t gonna take that chance. He’ll stand quietly beside you with his arms crossed, dissecting every interaction. The moment you’re uncomfortable he’s speaking up. You might be too nice to tell a doctor to fuck off but he sure isn’t.
The only time he’s ever really respectful is when the baby’s health is being brought up, and that’s only because it’s the only thing he can think about at that moment. He won’t ever admit it out loud but he’s terrified of the baby coming out like him. He might have some complicated feelings on children/being a father but he’d never want his child to suffer the same way he did. Physically and emotionally.
Ultrasounds really didn’t become common til around the 70’s iirc, so, unfortunately it feels like a coin toss at times. The most important thing to him, though, is that it’s healthy and growing normally. Which, it is. Thankfully.
Expect him to be a bit cuddly after appointments. Quiet, but cuddly. He’ll just wanna hold you for a bit, maybe take a nap together. He knows how tired you are, you blinked too many times, clear sign you need a nap.
Once you start to show is when things really set in for him. Sure, the pregnancy is always lingering in the back of his mind but it’s easy sometimes to forget you’re actually carrying a baby inside you, y’know? Seeing the physical evidence of it makes it more real. And– shockingly? He loves it.
The moment he sees your tummy beginning to round out, he’s all over you. If you thought he was clingy before you ain’t seen nothing yet. His hands always tend to linger at your waist, admiring the shape of you like he’d carved you from stone himself. He’s in awe of just how pretty you look… yet still so afraid he’s gonna hurt you.
Suddenly, he refuses to argue with you at all. Before, he’d at least bicker a bit before deciding to call it quits and drop it. But now? He’s far more willing to just let shit go than ever before. Is he still as hot headed as usual? Yeah. But he absolutely refuses to lose his temper with you. “What if the baby hears or somethin’?” his excuse to write off the sudden change of heart. He can’t just admit he hates seeing you cry. Especially now.
Eventually things just kinda become routine. He remembers the things you’re craving, knows all your little cues, knows when to back off vs when to push you. The only thing he doesn’t have under control is your mood swings.
Hormones can really mess you up at times. One minute you’re totally fine, the next you’re sobbing over a song on the radio, then screaming at Franco for daring to turn the thing off. It's the only thing he can’t predict and it’s incredibly frustrating for him. He’ll try his best to comfort you the best he can, but most of the time it ends with him needing to leave the room. The urge to just grab you and shake you gets too overwhelming… be grateful he’s holding back, yeah?
He holds back in other aspects as well. In the bedroom he holds back a lot. Not because he wants to, but because he loves you and he’s so scared of hurting you. The running theme here is Franco is scared of himself lmao.
He stops forcing himself onto you. Shocking, I know. Usually he has no issue keeping your relationship free-use (dub/non, your pick). But…he just can’t stomach it anymore. If you were anyone else, he’d have no problem. But you’re you. You’re his doll. The mother of his baby. He can’t do that to you…
Suddenly your sex life goes from rough plowings and tears to “Is this okay?...Can I touch here…? …does this hurt?” It’s nice being tended to, and he’s extra careful the closer you get to your due date…even if it’s really hard for him to ignore how gorgeous you look.
If you’d let him, he’d be screwing you all the time. How could he not want you like this? Your breasts nice and full, your stomach rounded out, your curves a bit softer… he’ll never let you feel insecure, not even for a second. Don’t start the “I’m fat” stuff with him, he’ll spend hours worshiping your body to prove to you you’re still just as gorgeous to him as always.
Speaking of body worship…not really body worship but the closer you get to your due date the more fixated on your belly he becomes. Lots of kisses, and rubbing. Sometimes he’ll even talk to the baby if he’s feeling sappy enough. He’ll only do it if you’re asleep (or pretending to be) though. Sometimes you can hear him murmuring little things like “Don’t kick your mama so hard.” and “Wonder how you’re doin’ in there…”
The day inevitably arrives though. And labor is…labor. Honestly? I think it’d be a blur for him. Suddenly he remembers his own mother, how she died giving birth to him and how scared he is the same thing is gonna happen to you. Fuck. Could he ever forgive himself if he killed you? Even if unintentionally?
Thankfully (And because this isn’t angst), things go smoothly, and soon he’s watching you cuddle a tiny screaming pink blob against your chest. It’s a girl!!
Franco barbi is a girl dad YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He was secretly hoping for a girl. The thought of having to share you with a hypothetical son made him wanna rip (what was left of) his hair out. So, he’s relieved when it’s a baby girl… So much so that he cries! Openly! Full blown sobs of relief! Don’t. Don’t acknowledge it… just let him get it out of his system, he needed a good cry.
It really doesn’t matter what your daughter looks like, whether she has the same disabilities as her father or whether she’s able-bodied. He doesn’t care. She’s the most adorable little thing he’s ever laid eyes on and he’ll fucking kill anyone who dares to hurt her. Good luck letting any sort of doctors or nurses near her, Franco isn’t against ripping someone apart with his bare hands if it means his little girl is safe.
He just…man, he’s bad at the whole being a dad thing. You can try to help him all you want but his inner dude bro has him zone out and forget everything you said. “That’s all shit for women, doll…” He says, yet still tries to help change and feed her. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’d be holding her. He loves cuddling the baby!
He will help out if you’re sleeping though. Even if he’s awful at changing diapers, or remembering to burp her, he still does it because waking you up feels like a crime to him. You just pushed a whole baby out of you… why on god’s green earth would he wake you up and make you take care of the kid when he’s right here?
Once you’re both back home, that doesn’t change. He’ll pretend to grumble about “doing everything” yet still do it and refuse to let you help. Don’t even try arguing with him over it, he’ll immediately shut you down. He doesn’t wanna hear it, you need to heal.
You also need to feed the baby…if you do decide to breast feed. He won’t argue with you if you don’t wanna breast feed the baby… but you will be breast feeding him. He’s a sick man, and he’s waited 40 whole weeks for those boobs to start producing. He WILL be getting a taste.
It’s always late at night when you’re both in bed together, when the baby’s asleep in the nursery and he knows she’ll be down for a while. The last thing he wants is to get started then hear wailing coming from the other room… kills the mood. So he’s patient enough to wait his turn.
He never forces anything further than just…let me suck your boobs (shockingly). He’s willing to get himself off quietly, no need for you to help. This is enough for him. He’s happy with this, trust him. Like– yes, he misses being inside you, but he also is aware of the fact you’re healing and he really can’t indulge. He can wait the six weeks…it won’t kill him.
Overall his personality really does just…tone down. At least, with you. And your daughter! I think in a way having a family comes easy for him at times. He knows what his father was like, so he has a blueprint on what not to do… is he perfect? No. He’s still the monster he’s always been. But he’s gonna do his damndest to make sure your daughter is loved and happy.
A/N: THIS WAS SO LONG. At some point i had to tell myself to stop because it's literally almost 5 pages long in the doc... sorry if i missed anything, this was not beta read! (my lovely sweet dear friend beta reader doesn't like pregnancy stuff, i shaln't torture them with this LMFAO.) Part 2 coming soon...prommy! I'll ramble more there!
credits: @.neosprites @.omi-resources @.mieluno @.saradika-graphics @.suupersonic @.cafekitsune // if anyone can lmk who made the Franco heart i would be so happy, i found it on pinterest without credits :(
It’s been 87 years since I last posted about coyle… I feel bad about it too, he gets neglected so much, even by redbarrels themselves lmfao. I’m gonna change that though!! In celebration of his cute little state trooper hat we’ve seen in teasers, enjoy some daddy coyle content :3
DADDY! COYLE ── HEADCANONS!
c/w: daddy-dom dynamic/daddy kink. GN! reader. manipulation. Cigarette burning. dubcon? if you squint. Electrocution!! Size kink. Object insertion. General Coyle nasty behavior lmao.
Daddy! Coyle, who makes you take care of him when he’s having a crappy day. He’ll have you fetch him a drink, or bring him his cigarettes, or even light the damn thing for him if he’s feeling extra lazy. He knows he’s supposed to be the caregiver, but, having you act so submissive/subservient towards him gets him off. Be a good baby and fetch daddy his slippers, yeah? He works hard to keep you happy. It’s the least you can do for him.
Daddy! Coyle, who’ll “accidentally” burn you with his cigarettes if he’s feeling particularly prickly. He’ll always do it when you’re not looking, jabbing the lit end right against your soft skin and twisting so it leaves a welt. Of course he’ll feign innocence, kiss your boo-boo better and tell you he was aiming for the ash tray…but after the 100th time, you realize it’s definitely on purpose.
Daddy! Coyle, who secretly enjoys it when you try to run away/hide from him, because he knows there isn’t any way out of here for you. No shuttle to run to, no exit door to slip through. You’re stuck here with him, and eventually he’s gonna find you. And when he does? He’ll teach you not to run away again.
Daddy! Coyle, who makes sure you understand your place beneath him in the most literal way. When he finally catches you, he’ll fuck you right where he found you til the only thing coming out of your mouth is “i’m sorry”. Even then, he won’t stop. He’s gonna keep going. He’s gotta drill this lesson into your head somehow, right? What better way to do that than with his cock.
Daddy! Coyle, who likes when you cock-warm him. Sometimes, all he really wants is to cuddle up with his baby and have his dick nice n’ deep inside you. He’d love holding you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest with his hand rubbing circles to your stomach. He’ll press down on occasion, murmur something filthy about “feeling himself through your tummy” regardless of whether that’s true or not. Just, try not to squirm. Unless you want this to be a punishment?
Daddy! Coyle, who’d punish you for squirming by using his baton to rub your clit/cock. It’s a silent threat, but a heavy one. Keep moving and see what happens. The cold metal feels good against your heated skin, it’s so hard not to squirm with the extra stimulation and he knows it. That’s why he does it. He wants you to give him an excuse to turn the damn thing on.
Daddy! Coyle, who might even fuck you with the baton if he has a good enough reason to justify it. He’ll stuff the handle into you, wires and all, watching you clench and whine as he pumps it into you slowly. At first, you don’t think he’d turn it on…til you cum, and suddenly your entire body is seizing from the electric shocks. He’ll tell you it was an accident, but, just like every other “accident” you know it was on purpose.
Daddy! Coyle, who despite it all is actually good at aftercare? He has enough of a brain in that head of his to know being too mean is only gonna push you away permanently. And he doesn’t want that. So, he’ll pamper you once he’s done using your body…clean you up, kiss you and tell you he loves you, praise you for being so good for him knowing he’s confusing your poor little brain.
A/N: kinda short! but also maybe not really?? I had fun with this!! I'm sorry i'm so late!! Hopefully these are yummers to the coyle enjoyers lmao. Thank you for the asks! <3
DIVIDERS: @.fic-dumpster @.cursed-carmine @.saradika-graphics @.tunnelvoids. Coyle Image credit: @.friedfuckingeggs. Their work is also super good! if you like coyle go check them out and send them some love!!
Btw, what do you think about Franco and breeding kink? He apparently liked what reader said about it
#Writer’s barely disguised fetish lmfao..had to sneak that one in there for me. (and also all the other breeding enjoyers. Teehee.) I don't really talk about it much cause i'm not super super into breeding? But, i wanna ramble about my lovely frankie so i shall endure /silly
Tw: breeding/pregnancy kink, sorta fluffy? Like if you squint really hard? non-con/dub-con. Forced pregnancy. birth control tampering metioned? Sorta lazy writing, sorry chat!! FEM ALIGNED + AFAB READER? VIEWER?
Breeding isn’t really something he thinks about outside of the bedroom. It’s just one of those things that slips out during sex that doesn’t hold any weight for him, y’know? You know by now franco has a tendency to babble about things while you’re going at it, and it isn’t uncommon to hear him grumble about getting you pregnant while fucking into you. It’s only really after you miss a period that the reality of the situation dawns upon you both, and now he is genuinely forced to think about it.
I don’t think he never really thought about it before out of cruelty or carelessness, just…he’s never really been with someone long enough for pregnancy to even be a concern? Like, most of the women he’s been with before only lasted a few months at best and a few hours at worst. Most of the time they’d end up saying the wrong thing, and they’d get their faces blown off in return. Can’t worry about pregnancy if they’re dead, right?
And even if he didn’t kill a handful of the women he was sleeping with, if they got pregnant he’d probably just chuck a stack of bills at them and tell them to get rid of it. He’s never really loved anyone like he’s loved you. Sure, he’s a piece of shit asshole and treats you terribly at times…but you’re the only person who’s ever shown interest in him, not the things he can provide. In sinyala, his name doesn’t matter. He has no money, nothing to spoil you with. So the fact you’ve stuck around only bonds him closer to you…he does love you, he’s awful at showing it, but he loves you.
So, he’s just as worried as you are when your period is late. Like…fuck. Is he really cut out for this fatherhood crap? What if he fails the baby, or worse, fails you? Or…even worse than that, what if you die in childbirth just like his mother had?? He goes through all the stages of grief over the course of like…a day. At least, until you get a quick check-up from a nurse and they confirm you aren’t pregnant.
It’s a relief! Thank God!! He’d be a terrible father! So- why does he feel so…dissapointed?? He’d expected to be just as relieved as you, maybe even a bit more cautious when having sex. Instead he just feels…sad. It clicks then that he did actually want you to have his baby. And now it’s the only thing he can think about. The thought of it…your body changing to support the life he’d planted inside you, it strokes his ego in just the right way. Knowing he’d be manly enough to get you pregnant…nobody could call him “bambino” anymore if he was a father, right? So…expect his libido to skyrocket.
He wants you all the time. Regardless of whether or not his body is cooperating with him. I think usually when he’s having a bad day impotency wise he just…won’t engage with you out of embarrassment. But, it doesn’t really matter anymore. So long as he can blow a load you’re just gonna have to deal with him fucking you while soft. Sorry!
He also doesn’t really care how you personally feel about it. You can tell him you don’t want kids all you want, that won’t change anything…aside from maybe making him a bit more aggressive. Why wouldn’t you want a baby? Is it that you don’t want a baby in general, or specifically his baby? It makes him insecure, and an insecure franco is a dangerous franco. Will he kill you? No. But he’s gonna double his efforts in order to show you that having a baby isn’t so bad. Women have babies all the time! You’ll be fine.
If you do want a baby? Great! If you don’t? He doesn’t care! He’s gonna breed you! Don’t even try thinking about secretly getting on birth control either. Nothing you do is gonna slip under his radar, and he really isn’t against ripping out any implant you tried to get. (YEOUCH) He doesn’t care if it hurts, let that be a lesson to not pull that shit again. He has his sweet moments though…like propping up your hips with some pillows after he cums inside you to help his sperm reach your womb. It might seem a little silly but it gives him peace of mind! And, if you’re crying, he’ll at least soothe you a bit. Just- don’t cry too much…too much crying gets him mad.
You’ll be a good mommy. No need for the tears! Just let him take care of it, yea?
A/N: Uuu i could honestly ramble a lot more about pregnancy/dad hcs for Franco but i don’t wanna derail too much. If anyone wants to send me an ask for that, though... (looks at y'all with big heart eyes...) lmao hopefully this is okay. Sorry for being gone!!
your intro post changed 👀 ! it looks so nice, i really love your blogs aesthetic !
Out of curiosity , where do you find the images you use ? My pintrest is so bland ☹️ …
hi!! thank you! <33 i’m trying to update my blog a bit since the temp intro post was a massive eyesore LMFAO. I’m shocked someone noticed so fast! But also really happy!! It’s nice knowing I’m not the only one who thinks this shit is heat.
As for where I get my graphics/images, it’s a mix of tumblr and Pinterest >>… I’m kinda a grandma, so sometimes I’ll just search different keywords til I find something I like!
I’m sorry if that isn’t really helpful, if I had to offer some keywords it’d be: southern gothic, saw aesthetic, rotting texture, morgue aesthetic, decay aesthetic, and autopsy core.
Once you find an image you like, even just clicking and scrolling for a bit should help Pinterest curate your searches/homepage better! I’d share my Pinterest, but, I’ve literally had that account since I was a kid and it’s got some personal stuff on there.
Maybe I’ll make an alt for compiling images and share with y’all? If anyone’s interested just let me know! I’m not trying to be a gatekeeper, I promise lmfao—
FRANCO BARBI:
- Franco x Sub! Partner (ramble post.)
- What Franco calls his S/O (ramble post/headcanons.)
- Franco taking out his aggression on you. (ramble post.)
- Franco punishing his S/O. (ramble post/headcanons.)
- Somno with Franco (ramble post/headcanons.)
- Puppy play with Franco. (ramble post/headcanons.)
- PUNISHMENT. Franco x Fem! reader. (2.6k w/c.)
- Object insertion with Franco. (ramble post/headcanons.)
- REVENGE. Franco x Fem! reader. (3.3k w/c.)
- Franco with a S/O that speaks/is learning italian. (ramble/headcanon.)
- Franco's type / being with a petite S/O. (ramble post/headcanons.)
- Franco with a breeding kink. (ramble post/headcanons.)
Do you think Franco be attracted to petite women? I’m barely 5’1 which is annoying but at least it trained me to endure heels no matter the occasion, I totally believe I can run through a trial and survive in louboutins (I’m delusional)
Anyway I personally don’t think they’re his type but I can’t help but find him adorable 😔
Hi!! Thank you so much!! I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to this ask sooner… still working on a few other things TT; … MMM…potentially an unpopular opinion but I really don’t believe Franco has a set in stone type when it comes to women!! And before I'm crucified, please hear me out!!
We know Franco likes Mother Gooseberry from all their prime-time voice lines together; he has a lot of lines where it really does seem like his type is bigger, more full bodied women. But, personally, I really don’t think that’s his only type. Angelina Barbi was a fairly average/slim woman, and Franco was incredibly attracted to her (disclaimer: Angelina is a can of worms I don’t wanna open, so I'm leaving it at that. But, no matter how you look at their dynamic, it’s undeniable he was attracted to her.)
And, all the prostitutes that Clyde Perry talks to in the comic, they all have an experience with Franco. At some point he’d asked for all of them, and all of them are physically different from one another (I feel like that was purposeful). So, I don't think physical appearance matters to him all that much. He just wants a lady that’ll pay attention to him!! (translation: put up with him). Which is why Jenny was his favorite…not just because she was a bigger woman, but because “Jenny’s the only one who can handle him.”
So…circling back to being petite. I don’t think Franco would care all too much. He’d still be attracted to you, so long as you give him the attention he wants and put up with his vicious mood swings. If anything, he might get a little ego-boost out of being taller than you (even if only by a little bit). He loves mommies and he loves being emasculated…but only on his terms. Being a bit smaller than he is makes it harder to feel insecure about himself. Which is what you want. An insecure Franco is a dangerous Franco,,...
Knowing how to walk in heels also gives you brownie points with Franco lol. Is it a secret he has a heel kink? Has anyone else been brave enough to talk about the fact Franco likes heels?? No clue, but i’m about to talk about it!! Sorry if you don’t like feet stuff…tis the truth. Franco likes heels! So you’d get him drooling just from that alone. Especially if you’re doing a trial in heels– pretty sure that would be the breaking point for him and he’d HAVE to kidnap you. Where the hell else is he gonna find a woman who can run across broken glass and guts in heels? Doesn’t even matter if they’re smaller heels or six-inch Louboutins, he’s impressed regardless.
He’d like you, nonnie…don’t worry!! Or, maybe worry just a bit because Franco liking you isn’t necessarily a good thing– but, you’d have his attention regardless of your height! He likes all ladies.
DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE FOR WRITING SOMETHING LONG!! "oh nooo my steak is too juicy and my lobster is too buttery" THAT'S HOW WE LIKE IT!! YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER!!
ANON YOU'RE FUNNY AS FUCK omg "my steak is too juicy and my lobster is too buttery" LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭
i'm happy you guys like it though!! thank you for the kind words <33!! sometimes i think i just tend to worry about...like...is anyone actually gonna read this? Y'know?? I feel bad for the people looking for simple short one-shot smuts, i'm a #certified yapper and get derailed so so fast TT...
If yall like the yappatron, though, i'll happily keep writing longer fics!! (cause honestly i like a little plot with my porn >> idk straight dick and balls makes me nervous like can we get some backstory??)
i wish i could elaborate on why it's my favorite, but i can't. Maybe it's the way he says it?? It literally makes me stop everytime i hear it and blush (although...all franco voice lines kinda do that for me lmfao. I love him a lot)
Have y'all heard this voiceline too?? I feel like it's pretty rare. I'm more likely to hear him huffin' and puffin' than this... or maybe i'm crazy for listening to his voice lines instead of actually playing the game lmfao- i can't help it!! he hypnotizes me!!
rotting, beloved. Rotting. (On a serious note, stuff is going in the queue tonight but i'm really just hating everything i write rn...sobs. I'm still here!! i'm still alive!!)
Unrelated to outlast, i just kinda wanna rant. I just had a really crappy “date” and i’m so stunned?? Like… woah. Men really aren’t lonely enough lmao.
He made fun of the fact i didn’t wanna eat at chipotle because they support I.C.E (I’m Latina.), made fun of a homeless man for- being homeless?? made fun of me for being disabled (??) and was overall just an obnoxious asshole. His breath was funky and he smelled like toes. I can’t believe i curled my hair for this. Ugh.
Like my whole day was spent getting negged by a guy who can’t even see his own feet over his gut. Yuck. Idk why he wants to comment on my appearance when he didn’t even bother to brush his fucking teeth before seeing me. Idk. I’m irritated.
He also found my tumblr account somehow. So that’s fun. He tried to shame me over it but i really don’t give a shit… like yeah, i write some nasty stuff, why are you googling my usernames to track me down across the web? Weirdo.
smh Franco Barbi would never treat me this way (he would.) At least i got a nice drink out of it? Mm…reminded me of Franco. (I HAD TO DELETE THE PHOTO I JUST DOXXED MYSELF SORRY GANG wow i did NOT know that coffee place was only in my city 😭…)
Probably the only good part about my day. Thank you for listening to me ramble if you’ve read this far <33 back to writing… dating isn’t for me…
GURRRLLLL!!! I love your work so much, it’s so yummy and feeds my hyperfixation <333
I’ve been wondering about something and I would love your option: What if Franco had a partner that spoke Italian or learned it for him?
I think he’d be pleasantly surprised, might even ask (demand) you to speak it to each other during sex?
!! HI!! Thank you!!! I'm happy you like my stuff TT! Outlast is my hyperfixation too <33 i'm happy to feed the community with my silly ramblings teehee. I’m sorry this took me so long to answer! I have been a bit busy recently sob. TT…
I agree with you though!! I think Franco would be pleasantly surprised having a partner who already speaks Italian/wants to learn for him! Especially if you want to learn from him…
Something about it makes him really emotional. Franco is a very insecure man… he knows he isn’t a looker, and he knows most of the women he’s gotten himself involved with in the past either put up with him because he was paying them, or because they were scared of him/pitied him.
I think he just sorta assumes you’re the same, he doesn’t think you’re capable of loving or caring about him because he doesn’t have much to offer aside from a handful of money if you keep your mouth shut and play nice. So, you showing a genuine interest in him like that? It throws him off in a good way. You actually give enough of a shit about him to learn Italian? You’d really learn a whole new language just for him of all people, and you’d let him help teach you?
I could see him honestly getting a bit teary over it; feigning ignorance when you point out the tears sticking to his lashes. He isn’t crying…it’s just water from his eyes. He isn’t really one for being emotionally vulnerable unless it’s directly benefiting him, so, this is a rare moment where your relationship with him feels almost– normal. It doesn’t last long though, so don't get used to it.
Franco is insecure, emotionally unavailable, and also very impatient/stubborn. The latter of which shows when he starts trying to “teach” you. His idea of teaching you is just throwing you off the deep end with absolutely zero help. It’s how his dad taught him, and it worked!! So maybe it’d work for you too? He’ll just stop speaking English one day, full sentences in Italian without slowing down so you can understand. And then he’ll have the audacity to get mad when you don’t pick it up fast enough for his liking.
I think honestly the only good thing about the learning phase is anytime you get something right, he’ll praise you. Is it over the top praise? No, but, a simple “bravo/brava” goes a long way when most of the time you’re hearing “Sbagliato. Riprova.” over and over.
If you already knew Italian though, he’d be just as happy! It’d probably be better for you, honestly.. Since Franco is a pretty shit teacher. Like I love him dearly but you probably wouldn’t learn very much from him just yelling Italian words at you expecting you to understand.
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Mm… I think I may have said it in a previous work, but Franco in my personal HCs speaks Italian during sex semi-naturally. He isn’t really good at being vulnerable with his feelings, even in bed, so I think it’s easier for him to just babble all the sappy stuff he’s too uncomfortable to say aloud when you can’t understand him. But…if you spoke Italian…you’d be able to understand him, even if it’s only a little bit.
And…it feels good? Weirdly enough? I think he’d initially believe it’d feel awkward all over again knowing you can understand him, but he actually would probably really enjoy it. Correct me if i’m wrong but english is a fairly straightforward language, words don’t carry the same weight that they do in other languages. Like, "I love you" in English is said fairly casually at times while “I love you” in Italian (ti amo) is solely romantic and carries a heavier weight to it.
It’s easier for him to say what he wants to say and have it carry the weight he’s trying to convey with fewer words. Which…gets a big thumbs up from il bambino lmao.
But it isn’t just that. Hearing you speak the language gets him going pretty easily. Even if you’re new to the language and all you can do is babble broken pleas for more…he still really enjoys it. So much so that yea, i think he would demand you speak it with him during sex. Like, fully won’t get you off unless you tell him what you want in Italian kinda demanding. It’s a learning opportunity! Or, an excuse to do some good ol’ fashioned orgasm denial…your pick!!
I think this is a cute idea though…he’s eager to share his culture with you! Having you show such an interest in him makes him love you even more, if that's even possible.
Hi hi just a friendly reminder that I check ages! I just did a purge yesterday and noticed a decent amount of blogs following me that didn't have any age in their bio, and one person who was 16.
I'm gonna be as firm as possible here, forgive me if it comes off as mean. If you're a minor, get the hell off my blog. All the things i write, regardless of whether it's smut or not, is 18+. I'm a grown woman, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable knowing I had a minor following me and reading my work.
Not only that, but I need minors to understand just how much trouble I could potentially get into just from you following me. Distribution of obscene material to minors is a crime, if the law thinks i'm somehow liable for not doing my due diligence and blocking you, it could get me into deep shit. Even if i never DM'd you or never physically sent you my work, i'm still liable.
Same thing with ageless blogs. I don't know how old you are. You could be 40, or you could be 12. I'm not taking the gamble on it not being the latter. So please, if you're going to follow me, please put your age in your bio/an indicator you aren't a minor. Even just a simple 18+ is fine, because i know some people aren't comfortable giving out their real ages. Anything to tell me you're not a kid would be really helpful.
Reader should use Franco for pleasure! Let her tie him up and ride his face while telling him how pathetic he is
REVENGE ━╋ Franco Barbi x Fem! Reader. 18+
This ask was sent a week ago aguh forgive me… I'm so late to responding, I wanted this to be good though!! Surprise!! The sequel nobody asked for but you’re getting anyways /silly. I did wanna do a pt. 2 to punishment, and this feels like a good way to do it. Reader didn’t get an orgasm in the first fic, but she will now !! Franco doesn’t mind. He's exactly where he wants to be.
W/C: 3.3k words (long, sorry!!)
Warnings: Afab reader, feminine language used. dom! reader. sub! Franco. dubcon on Franco’s end. cunnilingus/face sitting. Smut with plot. Domestic violence. homicidal thoughts/ideation. general Franco nasty behavior. PiV sex. Unprotected sex. Mentions of pregnancy/breeding. Degradation. Technically a pt.2 but the OG isn't super important. semi-beta read, potential errors!
He wasn’t in a better mood when he came back. Guess you should’ve figured he wouldn’t be, you knew he wouldn’t be able to reach the trial exit in time before all the reagents went through the turnstile gate. By the time he’d gotten all the way to the fake subway, only one reagent was still lingering. Why? To throw a bottle at his head before leaving. He’d angrily retold the whole story to you while you picked the glass from his head and cleaned him up, whining about how much it hurt as if he hadn’t beaten your face into the pavement only about an hour prior. The irony of it almost made you laugh…almost. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
If you had the balls to call him out on it, you’re sure he’d tell you that this was an entirely different situation. He’d punished you, you were deserving of his poor treatment because you’d deliberately disobeyed him when he’d told you to stay put. The reagent that threw a bottle at his head only did so to be a prick…after all, he didn’t do anything wrong. He was just playing his part. Just doing what Easterman wanted him to do.
He’d have nothing but justifications, reasons for why you deserved the bruises but he didn’t deserve the cuts. The resentment felt suffocating, lying next to him in bed was even harder than it usually was. He was sleeping like a baby while you were up staring at the ceiling imagining what might happen if you just…rolled over, wrapped your fingers around his thick neck, and squeezed til something popped. You wondered if he’d try and push you off him, claw at your wrists til you bled in some frantic attempt to get you off him so he wouldn’t die beneath you…or if maybe it’d finally click for him that he deserved it too.
Your gaze slowly shifted, going from mapping out each little bump of asbestos on the popcorn ceiling to staring at the man beside you. He looked so peaceful. It felt infuriating. You watched his bare chest rise and fall with each breath, the room silent aside from the occasional snore rumbling in the back of his throat. Maybe a pillow over his face would do the trick…but then you wouldn’t be able to see the light leaving his eyes, or the fear on his face when he finally realizes he’d pushed you too far. The homicidal thoughts used to scare you, but they didn’t any more. It felt almost cathartic imagining your captor dying by your hands. Cathartic and…oddly arousing.
Maybe being in his hell hole had turned the rational part of your brain to complete mush and you were beginning to adopt his more taboo tastes, or maybe the desire to harm had always been there. Just, nobody had ever been deserving of it before him. Nobody had ever made that side of you come out…not like him. Not like he could. He made you angry, yet so– aroused. And you were finally at the end of your rope with him.
Rope. You’re up before you have the chance to talk yourself out of this, bare feet padding across the matted shag carpet floor. You try not to think about the wet spots beneath the soles of your feet as you make your way around the bed, crouching by his nightstand and slowly pulling open the drawer. Your fingers twitch. He didn’t keep much in the nightstand, just some extra shells and teeth, and a hank of rope to use when you got too squirmy. You reach in, brushing the rope for only a second before you hear him stir.
He shifts, and you stop breathing. If he caught you like this, you’d be fucked. He wouldn’t believe you if you said you were only looking for rope, likely choosing to believe you were for his Lupara to blow his head off while he slept. You didn’t want to imagine the consequences of it…didn’t even want to look at where he laid in fear he already had his eyes on you. You swear you can feel it through the darkness, his intense gaze boring into the side of your skull. You’re just about to look when- he rolls over. He wasn’t awake. You get to live to see another day.
Maybe attempting to tie up a trained hitman in his sleep was a stupid idea. You’ve seemed to have nothing but stupid ideas recently though. Might as well keep the shitshow rolling, right? You grab the rope, quietly shutting the drawer before standing and towering over him…staring at him, remembering everything in your life that’s led you up to this moment. You could back out, drop the rope and go back to sleep, maybe play into the role he so desperately wanted you to fill. But you were tired of it, tired of him, tired of being expected to lie down and accept this abuse from such a tiny pathetic man.
You feel the anger burning you from the inside out, from the pit of your belly to the tips of your fingers. He deserved to be scared. He deserved to be used, the same way he uses you. Your mind is made up, and you lunge, jumping onto the king sized bed and scrambling to grab his arms just as his eyes fly open and he realizes what you’re doing. He does exactly what you thought he would, kicking and fighting back, trying to stop you from restraining him. Maybe it’s dumb luck…or maybe he was losing on purpose, either way, you manage to get his hands tied tightly behind his back. No way to escape you, no way to get away.
“What the fuck’re you doin’?! You crazy bitch– Get off me!!” He spits curses at you, sputtering and turning pink from the anger. The shame of being restrained. You do nothing, straddling his nude lap before kicking the blankets away and grabbing his face by the cheeks.
“Shut up.” It’s simple, no shouting needed for the threat to be heard. Your voice is dripping with venom, and for a minute, it makes him pause…he looks– confused? Brows knitting together in an entirely different way, like he’d just seen a cat bark. Like he didn’t think you’d have it in you to do something like this. Your grip tightens and he hisses, but it doesn’t take long to feel it.
Beneath your ass, something twitches. You pause just the same as him, brows furrowing as you both stare at one another for what feels like an eternity. He was…hard? Already? You felt another twitch, before he tries pressing his hips up into your own, desperate for some sort of friction. Or, desperate to get a rise out of you.
It works. Soon your hand is pulling back from his face, palm flattening before you smack him square across the cheek. He grunts, bucking, and you can’t tell if it was a pained reaction or something more. “You’re fucking pathetic.” You spit, ignoring the way the warmth in your stomach spreads down to your cunt. “You’re seriously getting off to this?” Hypocritical? Maybe. But this wasn’t about you. It was about him.
You strike him again, the same way he’d struck you. You watch him flinch, lips parted as he sucks in a few sharp breaths and tries to keep his noises to a minimum. The anger has melted away, leaving nothing more than a submissive shell behind. A shell you wanted to crush beneath the ball of your heel.
Your hips roll slowly, bare ass pushing back up against his twitching cock, teasing him as his cheek grows red and his eyes begin to well up with tears. The slaps quickly turn to punches, hands balling into fists as you hurl insult after insult at him. He was a loser, a sad pathetic short-dicked loser who can’t keep it up so he takes it out on you. A good for nothing embarrassment, whose dad should’ve killed him while he had the chance.
You don’t stop when he begins to openly cry, or when you feel something crunch beneath your fist, or even when he begins to bleed from his lip, and his cheeks begin to bruise. He never stopped for you, never gave you the decency to stop punching when you were crying like this. Why would he deserve a kindness he’s never shown you? Plus, there was something so intoxicating about this, in the way he looked at you. Looking at you like he was scared of you.
For once, the roles were reversed, and you were loving every minute. The anger, the heat in your stomach was beginning to spread lower, pulsing with each thump of your heart. Your attention shifts away from hitting him, hands moving to rest over his neck for support as you grind yourself down on his lap with breathy moans and heavy eyelids. It felt good, being in control.
His hips were bucking ever so slightly as you tightened your grip around his neck, choking him as you lift your hips to angle his cock up towards his tummy. “Does this feel good?” The venom is still there, enough to make him flinch beneath you before nodding his head with a whimper, struggling to take in air and still sobbing from the humiliation.
“I asked you a question. Are you that stupid? You can’t even reply?” You press your hips down with a bit more pressure, feeling his tip nestle right between your folds where your neglected clit was pleading for attention. With a soft moan you shift, rocking your hips side to side instead. He sputters, a few warm dribbles of precum coating your folds as his poor brain struggles to think of a response.
“Mommy– feels..good… please– don’t stop…” He’s babbling, pathetic and small and completely at your mercy. “Mommy… oh– mommy…–” His eyes squeeze shut and his back arches up, a sob tearing from his throat as he grows desperate to regain a bit of control. You slam him back down into the mattress by his neck, all your weight pressed to his throat as your hips move just a bit faster.
The walls of the honeymoon suite echo with the wet squelch of your humping, the noise mixing with your quiet moans and his needy crying. You could feel that coil deep inside you again, tightening into a knot that squeezed desperately around nothing. It’d be too easy to ride him, too easy to use him like a glorified dildo. But as appealing as the thought sounded, you knew he’d blow his load long before you’d ever get the chance to.
So, you stop abruptly, moving off his lap and leaving him hiccuping at the loss. You were gonna fuck his face like how he’d fucked yours.
“Don’t fucking bite me.” You hiss, and he just nods. He didn’t wanna risk you pulling away and ending things early while his balls were still aching between his thighs. With an awkward shuffle you scoot up Franco’s restrained body, knees on either side of his oversized head as you hover your cunt above his face. His breath is hot, warm, and it really doesn’t take any coaxing for you to sit yourself down and get comfortable.
The moment your pussy is smushed to his mouth, he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal. A sharp moan leaves your lips, head falling back as your thighs begin to tremble. His tongue presses flat to your labia, tasting you, rubbing against your entrance before making its way up to your clit. He alternates sucking and circling the bud with his tongue, and you move one hand to grip at his messy blond hair.
“Does that taste good…? Huh?... tasting yourself on my pussy?” You knew he can’t answer but the grunt you get from his full mouth is more than enough to tell you he’s in heaven. You grip the tufts of blond between your fingers, panting harder as your hips begin to rock. He holds his tongue flat, teary eyes looking up at you from under your mound, admiring just how pretty you look like this. Taking what you want from him like this.
The room suddenly feels much hotter than before, your skin growing tacky from the sweat, coaxing you into taking off your pajama shirt much to Franco’s delight. You hear the sound he makes, the vibration of his grunts making your eyes roll back into your skull. He was hypnotized…watching your tits bounce as you ride his face, his cock sitting neglected between his thighs. He redoubles his efforts, lapping at your folds, focusing on your clit in a desperate attempt to get you to cum. A desperate attempt to please you in hopes you’ll throw him a bone and fuck him properly.
It works. Of course it does. He’s skilled with his tongue, he barely has to try to get you worked up like this. But, it isn’t only that. It’s the sight of him that does it. You feel that coil finally begin to unravel, abs clenching as you gasp and cry. It hits hard, everything crashing down around you as your vision begins to blur and all you can feel is his tongue lapping up the juices squirting from your cunt. Your hands fly for the headboard, gripping the tufted wood so hard you’re sure it’ll snap beneath your grip as you grind and hump Franco’s mouth frantically, trying to ride out every last wave of your orgasm.
When your pace finally slows, and you lift yourself up…the man beneath you is a complete mess. A string of slick connects your clit to his tongue, the juices on his chin glimmering in the low light. He pants, just as out of breath as you, eyes wide and pleading. He doesn’t even have to say it for you to know what he wants. And, honestly, in the haze of need it’s what you want too.
“...You wanna fuck me?” You murmur, lips curling into a tired smile. A cruel smile. “Or…you want me to fuck you? Is that it?” He nods, licking the juices from his chin as you move to sit back on his chest.
“Please…mommy- My cock is fuckin’ killing me…” You hum at his plea, acknowledging it but not giving a response. His cock was killing him? Good. Maybe he’d think twice next time before blue balling you. Your head turns to look over your shoulder…and sure enough, he’s still hard.
“Wow. Didn’t think you could keep it up this long. Usually it goes away after the first five minutes.” The insult stings and you hear him grumble, but he doesn’t argue or insult you back, too afraid of what might happen if he makes you mad. His dick does give a little twitch though, bobbing up against his belly, a few tiny dribbles of precum coating the little happy trail beneath his navel.
“Please…please mommy- I’ve been a good boy mommy. Please-” He lays the pleas on thick, squirming his hips for some sort of relief. You just hum again, as if your mind wasn’t made up yet. He whines at that, the needy sound going straight to your core. “Please fuck me- God- Please just fuck me already!!”
You say nothing as you shimmy back down to straddle his lap, watching how his breathing gets shorter knowing he’s finally gonna get what he needs. You grab at his shaft, squeezing your fingers around the thick length, before lining it up against your weeping entrance and pushing yourself down. You grunt right along with him.
You feel the stretch, your walls being pulled apart by his girthy cock in a way that has your toes curling against the bed sheets. Despite how wet you are, it still takes your pussy a bit of coaxing to help you get all the way down, smushing your pelvis to his own as you feel him twitching right up against your g-spot. You always seem to underestimate him…his cock was average, in every sense of the word. But the girth? The girth is always what gets you.
“Fuck…” You sigh, and he can’t help but crack a shit-eating grin at your blissed out face.
“You haven’t even moved an’ you’re already fucked out, huh doll?” He grumbles, and your hand promptly finds his mouth to cover it. You didn’t need to hear his goading right now. Stroking his own ego wasn’t gonna help you cum.
You rock your hips slowly, the same pace as before when you’d only been grinding against one another. He moans into your palm, and you moan out loud. It felt heavenly, everything still tingly from your previous orgasm as you ride him. Each nudge deep inside you has you seeing stars, clamping down around him and squeezing just as his own eyes begin to roll back.
You wanna take this slow, draw it out a bit more, torture him til he’s crying again. But you wanna cum. You want him to cum inside you.
“Are you close?” You pant out, shifting once again to put your feet flat on the bed. The moment you shift to bouncing, he’s completely gone. You never thought it’d be possible to see Franco look like this, like he was the one getting his guts rearranged instead of you. He just nods, eyelids fluttering as his muffled cries of bliss vibrate against your palm. “Gonna– fuck… gonna cum in me? Gonna breed your mommy’s pussy?”
You feel him throb extra hard at that, and it makes you grin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you…? You’d like it if I let you breed me…” You don’t take your hand off his mouth. You don’t need to. His bucking to meet your bounces tells you everything.
“Fuck…Gonna- let you knock me up with this pathetic dick…” You grumble, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. The coil was tightening again, your breathing picking up as you felt yourself getting ready to fall over the edge. And just when you’re about to cum, he does first.
He spasms beneath you, tears welling up in his eyes again from the overstimulation as you feel him throbbing rhythmically deep inside your pussy. Warmth begins to bloom and spread, ropes of sperm coating your gooey walls, making a little squish sound when you push your hips back down to his own and force him as deep as possible.
You moaning grows breathy and you’re following right behind, cumming for a second time with a squeak and a shutter. It's less intense, doesn’t last as long, but it still feels just as good massaging and milking the cum from his balls.
By the time you’re lifting your hips and pulling your hand from his mouth, you’re both a complete mess down there. Sticky, oozing cum, sweaty and hot. A shower sounded nice… the ensuite was the only place that had running water, and even if you had to wash yourself with those crappy little motel soaps, it was still better than nothing.
“Mn. I’m gonna go clean up, alright?” You give him a little smile, patting his cheek before tossing your legs over the edge of the bed to get up.
“You– wait what? You’re just gonna fuckin’ leave me here?!” He shouts at you. Right back to his prickly self…that didn’t take him very long. He thrashes against the mattress as you stand on wobbly legs, cursing at you the entire time. “You fuckin’ cunt! Untie me!! My arms are killin’ me here! You can’t just leave me like this!!”
“Oh. But I can.” You purr. Cruel? Yeah. Funny? Also yeah. “Have fun being tied up.” You snicker before padding across the room to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and drowning out the sound of his angry shouting. You’d probably be dealing with a very angry Franco later…but, for now, the revenge was worth it.
A/N: hi guys!! i'm sorry if this is a bit all over the place haha, I tend to get a little loopy when writing TT. Hopefully this is good!! I sorta went off the deep end towards the end, it wasn't originally gonna be full on sex but...i'm happy with how it turned out !! Trying to post it now before i overthink this TT. Love u guys!!
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Hi Jules! I’m so glad to see that you’re back! But I am so sorry that you haven’t been doing the best. I sincerely hope that you feel better soon! Have a cookie for good luck 🍪! I don’t know how many questions you get about you. As in Q&A things for our humble author. But if you had to choose: Coke or Pepsi? 🎤
Hi!! Aguh, thank you for the cookie teehee <33 I'm happy to be back! I honestly didn't mean to be gone for so long- Life...it hits when you least expect it... thank you for the well wishes as well, i've been feeling better the past few days! I think i just needed to rest for a bit...it's a miracle what a good night of sleep can do for you, (and medicine. NyQuil my beloved...)
I don't think i've gotten any questions about myself just yet, but i'm more than happy to answer asks like this!! They're fun for me, like...aw, y'all wanna know about lil ol' me? Plus they're easier for me to knock out in comparison to rqs TT,,, Q&As are always welcome!
Mmm...as for coke or pepsi...I think for flavor i lean more towards coke! It's a bit stronger than pepsi to me, and even though sometimes taking a sip of a fresh coke tastes like licking TV static, i like the bite it has to it. Pepsi is nostalgic for me, though. I used to drink it a lot when i lived with my aunt... it was my cousin's favorite soda, and one of the only drinks we kept in the house. It was either that or strawberry yoohoo, so, i drank a lot of pepsi as a kid lol- (no diss to anyone who likes yoohoo but i could never get behind it...forgive me...)
If there's a cooler with both inside? I'll probably just stick to coke, though. Sorry for a long winded response TT... !! i figured i'd give a bit more than just "coke, next question" lmfao- This was fun though!! thank you for the question teehee
