Uhhh Franco 'Il Bambino' Barbi 🍼💥
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Uhhh Franco 'Il Bambino' Barbi 🍼💥
This took FOREVER and I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.
I was tagged in one of these by @bonkerslilghost so here we go. Whats the origin of your blog name? My user has been through a series of changes through the years, but this one specifically was chosen because I wanted a silly sounding name for myself and kept making random noises. Skafoodle was my favorite, but it would've been Ruuyuu/Staruuyu Whats your “I will always order this” food? I very deeply enjoy Chicken Avocado Melts from Panera. SO SO good, immediate orgasm just thinking about it. What’s your overused emoji? Any variation of the cat emojis...😿 😸 😼 😻 🙀 What’s your current comfort show/book/movie? I love love LOVE Hell's Kitchen and recently got into RWBY after being introduced to it by my girlfriend<3 Songs you’ve had on repeat this week? Stranger - Doja Cat One More Time - Doja Cat Loving You No More - Ditty - Dirty Money Foolish Little Girl - The Shirelles What’s the last thing you hyper fixated on? Tricky question, but the first thing that comes to mind is Mortal Kombat and TF2 I LOVE MORTAL KOMBAT AND TF2 What’s an oddly specific thing that brings you joy? The little scrunch in peoples noses when they laugh and smile at the same time, its SO cute. What smell instantly makes you happy? Chicken Avocado Melt .... What’s your phone wallpaper right now? My phone is broken but its wallpaper is a collage of my doggie, she has sadly passed away a few years back. My baby<3 Are you a morning person or a night owl or something else entirely? Im a morning person, I love the short moments of quiet I have to myself to kick back with some coffee and Hells Kitchen on a low volume <3 If you work what’s your profession? I do not work! I'm still in highschool, graduating soon, and I'm planning to work once I've graduated! Wish me luck Thats all from what I see, now you guys know a little more about myself :) I wont tag anyone because the moots I have are not people I speak to, but I admire their work so here are their users with no @ so they don't get bugged lol Edit: DID I ACCIDENTLY @ YOU GUYS?? IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO LOL mutilatedscrap wulfthedollmaker sigmamicrowave franco-barbis-sweetness amere-jester
my phones been broken for a fat while so I apologize for my lack of posting. Because of this, I've lost all my drawings digitally and I am absolutely LIVID, but that's fine because once I get a new phone (or somehow manage to fix this old one), I can always make new ones :) ANYHOW, love y'all BYE BYE<3
yeets
I LOVE HIM SOMEONE RUN HIM OVER WITH A SHUTTLE!!!
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Runs away
To the sweetie Anon who requested for Dr. Flutterman x Reader, I'm so sorry :( it's difficult for me to write him still, so once I'm confident and able to write him, I'll whip something up!!
I LOVE Y'ALL, NEXT REQUEST IS BAKING! I've been busy 🥀
Writing getting fingered by Leland Coyle in the back of his cop car because I fucking can.
Pre Murkoff Leland x AFAB reader
NSFW, obviously..
The lewd, wet, sounds of squelching and slick skin filled the backseat of the cruiser as Officer Coyle’s fingers thrusted into your soaked cunt, his other hand clamped over your mouth to stifle your moans and gasps.
“That's right, sugar. Take em’ just like that.” He purred in your ear, a tight smirk on his lips as he watched your face contort into pure bliss and your thighs shake from your impending orgasm.
He could feel your hot walls spasm around his fingers, only encouraging him to curl them deeper and savor every desperate tremble of your body and all those muffled moans from your pretty lips.
Coyle dipped his head down to leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses along the stretch of your neck down to your collarbone before suckling the tender flesh of your breasts, right where your v-neck dipped the lowest. His tongue swiped over the dark patch left over before he removed his hand from your mouth, still plunging his fingers into you mercilessly.
Before your cries could finally spill freely, his lips crash against yours in a rough, claiming kiss. Sloppy and urgent.
He swallowed your moans with pride as he began to thrust his fingers at a punishing pace, reveling in the wet sounds coming from your drenched pussy, the way his knuckles smacked against your pink lips on the way in.
It was too much- and desperately, your hands scrambled to his uniform top for some kind of support, clenching the starched fabric for dear life as you drooled against his rough, wet lips and cried into his mouth. A few rough dives later, the tight coil in your lower belly snapped, causing your body to spasm and your thighs to snap shut as your slick walls violently flutter around his invasive, thick digits, smothering them between your thighs as your orgasm seized you.
He didn't let up, fucking you through every pulse of your escasy until you were squirming and pulling away with tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.
Only then did he pull his fingers free and release his lips from yours, his cocky grin plastered all over his soaked mouth as he chuckled at your fucked-out expression— dazed and utterly spent as you gasped for air and draped limply in his arms. “Damn beautiful, that's what you are.” He murmured before he scoffed and brought his glistening fingers to your lips, “Open up, now… can't leave no evidence behind~”
FINISHED~🎀
I apologize for my slight absence, i've been gettin a bit of the Outlast Trials brainworms ;;;
Point and laugh, the baby is being humiliated.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!
I don’t know if you’ve seen but the Franco plush is dropping tomorrow!!!!
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I didn't know this! How exciting!
Can't wait to put my money into this freak of a man and drown him in milk the moment he's delivered to my doorstep 🎀
Howdy!
I feel very soft today (and cold) so having a snuggle session with Franco?
Have a lovely rest of your day/night!
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Heres your little cuddle bug!!💕 Stay warm!🎀
The cold weather is a curse to your sensitive body- luckily, it's easier to deal with when you have Franco.
The large bed gave you plenty of plush comfort while you wrapped yourself around his pudgy body like a little koala. His natural body heat radiates from him, fending off the crisp cold that leaked through the walls, putting your shivering to ease as you rubbed up against him like a cat to a scratching post. Franco is always so warm, and in the colder days he was always your refuge for warmth.
He grumbled and squirmed slightly in your grasp, “Stop rubbin’ your feet against mine! Jesus, they the coldest things on you!” He complained loudly as he hastily shoves your foot away from his under the blanket, making you giggle as you only squeeze him tighter, “You're being dramatic! Shut up and be my warm body pillow for a few hours!” You argued back, bringing your hands up and capturing Franco's face within your cold palms.
Franco gave a girlish yelp at the freezing surprise and thrashed out of them, “You bitch! Stop that!” He whined, glaring down at you before he decided to wrap his own arms around you in a caging bear hug, almost squeezing the air from your lungs before he pulled you on top of his body to allow you to drape against him like a weighted blanket. Immediately, you were limp and relaxed, a heavy sigh escaping your lungs as you fluttered your eyes closed and nestled your cheek against his chest.
“You know you love me..” you murmured gently, curling against him naturally. Franco huffed in return, “I tolerate you. I know dead bodies that are warmer than you are.” He grumbled, but despite himself, placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before he reached over to the nightstand and plucked his binkie from it, popping the rubber nipple between his lips and suckling gently as he relaxed into the mattress. Your weight against him served as an odd comfort, helping him slowly slip to a light, comfortable nap…
. . . . .Shuffle, shuffle, sh—
“. . . . Would ya STOP rubbing your feet against mine!?”
“They're cold!!”
Finished!~🎀
Mmmm
Mayhaps a lil fic of how Franco and Annette interact? Mayhaps during prime time??…honestly I just need to see Franco down bad..
Im not quite able to write for peoples OCS, so here's some bullet points based off of what I do know about her!
SLIGHT NSFW AND GORE MENTIONED 💕
He's absolutely desperate for this woman. Never has he ever felt so devoted and willing to swallow his pride to let a woman walk all over him. Not since Angelina.
His advances never go unnoticed. They were quiet at first, subtle— but each time she ignored them, he progressively got louder and bolder. Of course it irritated her, but it was entertainment no less.
Franco frequently picked out only the finest corpses for his beloved, just like a man picking the perfect flowers for his lover. She criticized each one, but prepared all of them meticulously in private. Never will he hear praise from her lips.
Her snobby attitude gets him off more than she knows— all those nasty insults coming from those pretty lips wrapped in that silky, seductive voice. She could call him a two-bit hood with the vamp of her heel dug into his skull and he'd be one stomp away from blowing a load into his pants.
Franco makes a show of executing reagents when she's around, making it as bloody as he can and looking at her for approval afterwards, usually met with a simple scoff and a turned shoulder. That's enough for Franco. She noticed him at least.
It intrigued her when she started finding human hearts with pink gift bows sloppily plastered into them in her usual whereabouts— there were always his initials right next to them in a fancy curse with a heart. All of it done in blood. He truly was a fool for her, wasn't he?
Even worse, she noticed an alarming amount of deceased female Reagents who resembled her, breasts bare and littered with bites and bruises with their thighs spread with slick and spunk smeared over the skin. They all seemed to be killed after the fact. When confronted about it, Franco blamed Coyle, claiming the damn cop couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
She knew it was a lie, but she never pressed it. In return, any reagent who had found their way in her hands and seemed even just faintly of Franco had the most brutal death compared to the others who fell into her trap. Eaten alive and tossed aside to rot. Franco was creeped out at first. Was this a threat? Or was she flirting?
FINISHED~🎀
SURPRISE!!!!!💖💖💖💖
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I drew this for a friend for fun and also drew this as a gift for an unexpected surprise.
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET💕 how CUTEEEE
Gooood morning/afternoon/evening!
Just wanted to thank you for indulging in my asks! I really enjoy your writing and art! I hope you’re taking care of yourself and you have a good rest of your day/night!
Thank you again!
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Hii, you're so kind and so very welcome! :)
I love writing and I'm happy someone enjoys reading it!
Syndrome my beloved 💕
Ok, imagine being a reagent that’s directionally challenge so she’s used as bait for PAs constantly for her teammates. (Miraculously she finds her way back to the shuttle, always battered and bruised, but finds her way back.)
The other major downside is when she’s got tits for days and she’s currently stuck in a Franco trial.
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Got a little carried away with this one— I'm practicing my smut writing.
NSFW 💕
Another day, another trial with you used as bait for the assets while your team dealt with the heavy work… yippee.
The only 'heavy work' you know of is hauling ass with the massive rack you have suffocating under your ESOP— bet none of the others could pull something like that.
You ran through the docks aimlessly, lungs stale and legs going stiff, but the sound of curses followed by the threatening crack of Franco’s Lupara snapping at your heels kept you motivated to move your ass even if you had no idea where you were going. You could hear his condescending laughter trailing behind you, “Now this is just sad!” He mused, clearly enjoying this little game, “This is what happens when you fuck a Babri!”
Crack!
You yelped, stumbling on your steps before his bullets redirected you, scrambling up a short flight of stairs into an unfamiliar area within the workshops lining the Train Depot. You could hear Franco coming up the steps while reloading his shotgun. You had no idea where you were or where to go, so you decided to push into the nearest office you could find— Desperately, you fumbled with your ESOP but it was still recharging from the last time you used it to get away from the Pitcher and had no projectiles left.
Cursing, you ducked under office table just as the door was kicked open with a loud crash and heavy steps storming over, “You lost, Sugar?” He mocked, slamming one fist against the table's surface and fishing you out from underneath with the other, pulling you up with little struggle and pinning you against the wooden table as you thrashed against his grip, “No! Get off!” You cried as you kicked and squirmed. Franco only chuckles at the pathetic sight, drinking it in as he trailed his Lupara down your temple, “Oh, you're a jumpy little whore.” he purred lowly, watching the color drain from your face as your struggles ceased, suddenly hyper aware of the massive disadvantage you were at. His bloodshot eyes trailed down your body and landed to the two full lumps straining against the ESOP and spilling out from the sides.
Now that was a pretty sight.
He hummed like he just got the answer to all his questions, lowering his Lupara and setting it off to the side, "That's probably where all your smarts went, straight to those fat tits of yours~”
You gave a startled yelp as his hands came down to squeeze what he could of your chest with a nasty smile. Franco's hips forced themselves between your thighs to get closer, heat blooming throughout your body. His hungry gaze alone was enough to make you whimper, watching as he pulled your ESOP free and tossed it carelessly to the corner of the room, humming as he took a greedy handful of your plump tits once again, hungry and oh-so deprived of fresh, warm breasts.
“Listen here,” he started, voice slow as his eyes stayed focused on your cleavage, hands creeping up to the first button of your blouse, “You let me suck on these and I let you out of here alive...” he proposed, “Just a taste— just a lick~” he smacks his lips as his fingers pop each button of your blouse, tugging the flimsy fabric open, greeted with your white stain bra and your full breasts stuffed within the cups. He didn't wait for an answer, not that he cared to begin with. When he wanted something, he took it.
Franco's hips started to thrust into you in slow, deliberate rolls, the sensation of his hardening cock rocking against your clothed core causing arousal to wash over the initial disgust, finding yourself whimpering each time he eased against you.
Franco took this as an invitation, immediately tugging your bra beneath your full chest and dipping his head down to ravage your tender flesh with his mouth, smearing his saliva all over the perky buds and sucking deep enough to bruise, pulling away with a wet pop. The sensation forced broken whimpers from your throat, hands clenching against his shoulders to ground yourself. A familiar dampness started to gather between your thighs, sweet heat coursing through your body as his ministrations influenced your pretty sighs. Franco's hips picked up pace, moving with urgency now as he drooled all over your tits and groaned into them like his own personal pillows. Your soft gasps turned to pitched moans, eyes rolling to the back of your head, completely surrendering as he used you as his own little toy, licking, sucking, and nipping your breasts while rocking into you.
His cock strained against his pants and pulsed against your clothed cunt, “Ditzy whore,” he slurred hazily, chasing his release, “All sweat and drool and spunk…” his words were punctuated with sloppy, unrelenting thrusts before they stuttered suddenly, body tensing as he buried his face between your saliva-slicked cleavage to muffle his moans as hot, thick ropes of cum pumped into his briefs, staining them dirty and leaving a damp circle right where his tip was pressed, “Fuck!”
Your orgasm came flooding in right after, thighs snapping shut around his waist as a breathless cry rattled your vocals, winded and weak.
He fell limp against you, face remaining nestled in your chest, feeling the rapid vibration of your racing heart. You were lost in the haze of your own orgasm before the shuttle announcement blared in the distance-
Your group! They finished the trial!
Your small spark of excitement and hope was crushed as Franco gave you a five second headstart to get out of his sight— he didn't let you fix yourself up beforehand, either. So there you were, stumbling on weak legs through the halls with your tits half out and your ESOP poorly strapped back on while taking the completely wrong path back to the shuttle. Franco never even went after you, he just enjoyed watching you struggle to find your way around. Once you did, your teammates looked utterly shocked at the state you were in- exchanging glances amongst each other but never actually having it in them to ask about it.
Needless to say, you didn't mind being bait anymore.
Finished!~🎀
THANK YIU FOR LITERALLY MAKING WHAT I WAS THINKING AND THEN SOME FOR MY LAST ASK!!!
I have another one! What’s Franco doing if a rando drunk girl (somehow) confuses him for her boyfriend and starts smother that bastard in kisses?
Again, thank you for your hard work with these!! I appreciate it and I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night!!
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Veeeery tiny angst at the end! This one is a little sloppy, I apologize 🥀
A nice night out with drinks, music and pretty ladies. Who could ask for more? Apparently fate had a different plan.
Franco had stepped near the back of the buzzing nightlife club to smoke in peace, people dancing around him and music flowing with their bodies. He was leaning up casually against the wall, cigarette between his lips as he took lazy drags and puffed the smoke out slowly, tapping his foot to the rhythm of the jazz music.
It wasn't until a broad who clearly had a little too much to drink stumbled over with a pitched voice speaking above the music, “Roger! There you are, honey, I thought I lost ya!” She chirped happily, speech slurred. Now, Franco’s name is most definitely not Roger, so he didn't pay any mind to it—
Not until he felt weight drape against his arm and someone giggle against his shoulder, “You were s’posed to wait for me outside the ladies room, silly.”
He tensed at the contact, jaw ticking and causing the cigarette to fall from his lips. Franco's head snapped over to her in an instant, ready to scold her for being a dumb whore til’ he saw she was genuinely just drunk.
He paused momentarily, anger simmering down to confusion. Franco went to open his mouth and explain that he is most certainly not this Roger she so drunkenly mistook him for, but before any words could fall from his mouth, her lips were on his. Once, twice— the lingering taste of alcohol on her lips. She then littered his face with her rosy red kisses, not a single sense of doubt in mind even as her kisses trailed over a few swells and fluttered under the sore of his left eye.
Millions of thoughts ran through Franco's head—Who does this broad think she is? Is she really that drunk or is her man as ugly as he is? What the hell does he do now?
Franco instantly took the lady by the shoulders- not rough, but firm as he pulled her away and looked her in the face. She's his age, beautiful and clearly a sweetheart who means no harm. The girl gave a soft giggle as her own hands came up to rest on his chest, “What? Shy about people bein’ around?” She teased, tilting her head and batting her lashes.
“Oh, doll-” Franco murmured, mildly concerned. This poor broad was absolutely wasted and had no sense in mind to who she was with or where the hell she was. He would've scoffed and tossed her out by now but for whatever reason, a small flicker of guilt flared in his chest. He sighed and looked around the crowded, bustling club- then back at her, hands coming up to carefully cradle her face within his palms and leaning in enough for her to hear him, “Alright, listen, Sweetness. I ain't your dude.” He said slowly, making sure every word made it to her hazy brain, “You're clearly hammered and don't know who I am, so I'll help ya find your little prince, yeah?” he offered her.
She stared at him for a moment then blinked hard, squinting as if trying to adjust her vision.
He watched the realization dawn on her, a cruel, momentary wave of sobriety washing over her. The woman's shoulders sagged and her jaw fell, utterly speechless.
Franco simply nodded with a hum as he pulled his lips into a thin line. . . Awkward!
She apologized profusely, face beet red, and hot tears starting to roll down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run down her face. Franco never planned to babysit tonight but it seemed like he didn't have a choice anymore. He guided her to an empty table, got her a glass of water and wiped her face clean with his handkerchief. Once he cleaned his own face, they set off to find her boyfriend.
Her crying came to a steady end and she clung to his arm the whole time while stumbling around until they finally found her little boytoy. Upon spotting Roger outside, clearly worried sick, Franco could faintly see the similarities between himself and the man. The hair(though Rogers is fuller), the attire, and the height. Roger took his little lady back, hesitated to thank Franco, and scooped her up and walked her down the sidewalk while rambling about how worried he was.
Franco simply watched them fade into the distance quietly, watching how happy the woman seemed to be reunited with her true lover and cling to him like she belonged there. His heart ached with a sense of loneliness and his cheeks tinted pink with the memory of her gentle kisses.
If only.
Maybe one day.
He adjusted his pinstripe blazer as he turned on his heel and made his way back inside the club to fill the silence with music and dancing feet.
Finished~🎀