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Your heart felt as though it was going to burst through your chest as your bare feet pressed against the freezing, disgusting concrete floor of the faux docks you stumbled through. Despite the Murkoff corporation’s failure to include anything.. well, really dock-like into the trial, the metallic string of blood and putrid fish hung heavy in the artificial breeze. You glanced over your shoulder, watching your fellow reagents tug their night vision goggles over their eyes. Grinning to yourself, you watched them move forward through the trial in an attempt to solve the puzzles ahead, while you were searching for something else.

You ducked under noisemakers and crates as you searched for Franco Barbi-something about the man fascinated you. Maybe it was his clear desperation for constant attention which he attempted to mask with violence, or the way you could practically see him begging on his knees for even a peak at your chest. Either way, you revealed in teasing the man from a distance.

Slowly but surely, you began to catch traces of the man through the echoing of curses, sniffling and chattering teeth beneath the thickness of drool. As you finally reached Franco, tucking your frame behind a barrel, you took a moment to examine his short stature. He stumbled about the docks with the same level of competence of a headless chicken, his lupara clenched tight in his gloved first as his bulbous head whipped over his shoulder.

“You fuckin’ animals, comin’ in this place- this is my fuckin’ home!” Franco’s excessive cursing earned a snort from you- not because it was necessarily entertaining, but because it was like he had just learned how to. Your snort, however, seemed to catch his attention. As you watched the man’s piercing, droopy eyes flick to your direction as he let out a chuckle.

You quickly rose to your feet,every instinct screaming at you to get out of sight before Franco decided he wanted a closer look. Unfortunately, this was just apart of the game you played, and moving only seemed to make him more interested.

“Aww, where ya goin’, huh mommy?” he called, dragging out the words with a crooked grin. “I ain’t done lookin’ at ya.”His oversized shoes crunched against the floor as he sauntered closer. His swollen eyes never left you as you cupped your chest, giggling as you began to tease him.

“Aw, come on, baby. I think you’ve stared at me quite a few times now.” Your words caused Franco to skid to a halt, his face obviously flushing as his eyes locked onto your chest, his salivation dripping down his chin before his eyes slowly moved back to your face. Whoops.

As Franco snapped out of his trance-like state and began to rapidly dash towards you, you turned around on your heels and began sprinting as hard as you could away from him. “Come here, you fuckin’ slut! You think you can just tease a man like that and get away with it? Huh?!” Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. You pivoted a corner, thumping down the hallway before tucking yourself into a nearby dresser. Unlucky for you, Franco watched the door creak closed, bolting over and ripping the door open before yanking you out by the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, you dirty whore.. you think you can just tease baby like that, huh?” Franco slammed you into the concrete your feet burned against just moments before, his trusty lupara digging into your side as he licked his lips, reaching towards your chest as he ripped your buttoned shirt to the side. He gave it a firm squeeze, licking his lips as his breath became heavy and labored. You squirmed beneath his surprisingly firm grasp as his eyes widened at the sight of your exposed chest, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipples as he suckled and nibbled every inch of you.

You attempted to kick at him, resulting in his shotgun digging deeper into your side as his mouth drew only a few inches away from your body. “Mommy.. you can’t fuckin’ treat baby like that and then take away his sugar.. what kind of mother would torture their baby like that? Huh?” a feeling of regret pitted your stomach, though you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure from his touch. You began to space out a bit as his mouth moved lower and lower down your torso, eventually watching his gloved hands tug down your bottoms as his bucked teeth grazed the most sensitive parts of your body. “Could crawl up inside you..” he muttered against your flesh.

Franco’s mouth momentarily wrapped around you before you let out a reluctant groan, causing him to peak his head up with a grin.

“There you go mommy.. baby’s gonna have so much fuckin’ fun with you, you slut. Gonna make you scream my name like it’s goin’ out of style..”

Otto Kress falls for the newest prime asset 🧪

-From the moment the Murkoff corporation introduces you as their spectacular new archetype, Otto Kress’s sharp eyes have already evaluated everything about you. Your posture, your voice, the way you carry yourself around the facility and so easily strike fear into reagents. The twin tended to treat those around him like investments, and he immediately started calculating your value.

-Though Arora scolds Otto for his wandering eyes, claiming no prime asset is good enough to be one of her ‘boy whores’, something Otto typically agreed with, he can’t help but watch the way your muscles tense beneath your clothing when you catch wind of a reagent entangled in a noisemaker or the way your bloodied hand swipes a few strands of messy hair out of your face after an agonizing chase.

-Despite his twins nagging, Otto tries his best to converse with you during these new ‘prime time’ events about these tricky reagents and their lack of respect for those of a more superior upbringing, complimenting your methods quite profusely; Though even his witty tongue tangles at the sight of you. He often ends up to only babble at you, his spectacles fogged from his flushed cheeks and heavy breath.

-“Y-you sir, are quite the respectable partner.. I say it’s time we had some class in this establishment. I’d say you’re.. up to par, even.”

-All of which results in a rather weak smack to back of his head from his jealous lover. Though that won’t stop him from continuing to work up the nerve to flirt with you. It’s quite obvious the man has a bit of a soft spot for you.

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Highschool! Leland Coyle x Reader⚡️

-By the time he’s a senior in high school, Coyle is the kind of asshole student every teacher knows by name. He’s definitely had to retake a couple grades, he’s in detention almost daily, constantly talking back, and somehow always manages to walk away from punishment with a smirk on his face. Don’t get me wrong, the guy still loves rules and believe they should be upheld, but the schools rules really interfere with his own personal rules.. so he just ignores them.

-He’s 100% the kind of student to compare school to prison, arguing that he’s just a poor, law abiding citizen who strives to uphold the rules of society rather than support a broken institution!

-And that’s mostly true, but he lacks the intelligence to back up that claim most of the time. In reality, he just hates school. The bad food, the irritating lights, the squeak of shoes against dirty tile.

-He’d spend a majority of his time cutting class behind the gymnasium sneaking cigarettes, a pack of Newport’s stuffed into the pocket of his leather jacket. The only way you could really approach him is if you asked for a smoke. Which he reluctantly agrees to.

-After a few months of sneaking cigarettes together, you actually start to grow on Coyle! He’s definitely embarrassed of his affections for you and will never directly tell you he enjoys your company, but you’ll notice in a few small ways. He’d start roping you into his plots to disrupt class, disrespect teachers, and lecturing other students on the real law in the ‘outside’ world. I wouldn’t be too shocked if anyone who messed with you mysteriously showed up to class with a black eye.

-It’s not that Coyle doesn’t want to tell you he likes you, it’s quite obvious he does and just lacks the emotional competence to do so, that and he’s extremely concerned about what his family would think. His father would kill him if he knew he was mixing another person into his bullshit at school, and would beat him half to death if he ever tried to sneak you over. His mother wouldn’t care much, as she didn’t care about most things her brutish son did, but she wouldn’t hesitate to degrade both of you, smacking Coyle upside the head and deeming you a whore.

-Overall, he’s too scared to really let you into his life. But Coyle would never admit it, so you’re stuck in a loop of sneaking cigarettes together, making out in his truck, and patching him up after fights until your school days are over. After that, the chances of seeing him again are slim, and you’ll always think about what could’ve been.

“I will show you the glory of the law!”

Franco Barbi catching a reagent following him around the trials 🍼

-Honestly, it takes a few trials for Franco to even realize that a reagent is following him around. He’s not the sharpest prime asset, and if you’ve been stealthy enough to survive multiple trials without harm, chances are he won’t notice you until you slip up. Franco’s way more focused on the reagents who are unashamed to be reckless in their efforts to ruin his fun.

-When he finally does notice, though, Franco is pissed- don’t worry, he comes around eventually. After all, there’s something thrilling to him about receiving such unwavering attention.

-But at first, he’s just pissed off at this quiet reagent. He assumes you’re mocking him, and spends the trial hunting you down to the point of ignoring other reagents. He soon realizes you never really run towards objectives or safety, rather just out of his reach. This is when he finally begins to get a bit of thrill from some silly reagent following him around like a lost puppy.

-After a while, he’ll start teasing you. He’ll deliberately linger in certain hallways, set traps in the trail he leaves behind, and pretend not to notice the sounds of shuffling feet behind him whilst he calls out to you.

-“Baby's lonely. Come on out.”

-Franco eventually becomes offended when you’re actually doing the task at hand. If a trial starts and he doesn’t see you skulking around in his shadow within the first few minutes, he grows increasingly agitated, crying and stomping his feet while he demands his mommy comes out to play with him instead of hiding from him.

-If he does end up catching you.. expect to be grabbed by your E.S.O.P, his lupara slamming into the back of your skull before he begins to fondle your chest, drooling on your shirt as he starts whining again for his mommy to play with him.

-“What kind of fuckin’ mother hides from their baby, huh? Might as well leave me cryin’ in the crib ’til my lungs give out.”

Leland Coyle ⚡️

-As a father, Coyle would have a weird obsession with respect. He’d constantly demand to be addressed properly as “Sergeant Coyle”and would get irrationally angry if he felt his rules were being ignored. Don’t get me wrong, he’d love his child but like.. you can’t know that. How else could he get you to listen to his obscure rules if you knew he loved you?

-Somehow manages to be a “I’ll take your door away if you piss me off, shut the hell up.” dad while still being a “Do you want a sip of my beer? Don’t tell your mom”Dad. The way his rules fluctuate genuinely depends on his mood and if he feels you’re doing your best to respect those around you. However, nobody gets to bully or threaten his kid except him. If another person mistreated you, he’d react with an intensity that would make everyone who was rude to you uncomfortable. Or dead.

-Despite acting tough, he’d secretly brag about his child whenever they weren’t around. If you accomplished something, he’d find a way to mention it in every conversation with the other PA’s for the next month.. but he’d never compliment you directly!

-Physical affection would be rare and awkward. If you hugged him, he’d probably stand there stiff as a board and grumble something like, “Alright, alright, that’s enough of that.”

“You got somethin’ to say to me, corporal?”

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Mother Gooseberry 🪿

-Phyllis would genuinely be one of the most loving mothers, though she’s far from perfect. Any child of hers should expect to feel smothered with love.. and the constant feeling of an overbearing mother looming over their shoulder.

-She couldn’t even begin to imagine what she would do with herself if anything would ever harm her little gosling, so why risk it? She has to do everything she can to keep you out of harms way, even if you don’t like it.

-You’d be constantly pampered with warm and comforting hugs, little kisses on your forehead or cheeks, homemade snacks, stories with the assistance of Dr. Futterman, all sorts of love! Got a scratch on your knee? Mother’s on her way with a bandaid! Need help with your homework? She’ll have it all done before dinner! Your favorite pajamas are covered in stains? Phyllis will get it all sorted out!

-And you’d love all of this attention, any child would, but after a while.. it can be a lot. It’s hard to make new friends when your mother follows you about everywhere telling them all of your most embarrassing stories (that she finds so endearing), or won’t let you play outside on your own in fear something awful will happen to you. She just wants to keep you safe, is all.

“Mother knows best!”

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Franco Barbi 🍼

-Now, this could really go one of two ways.

-On the bright side, if you somehow manage to impress Franco at a young age with some extreme acts of violence as he did his own father while also lacking any need for reassurance, you’d be the most spoiled of any of the PA’s children. The best new toys, the coolest shoes, thick wads of cash for allowance, the works! He’d brag on you like crazy, give you silly nicknames, and maybe even tell you he loves you on your birthday or something.

-Though.. that options a bit unlikely. Franco would be very emotionally reserved as a father, he wouldn’t harm you as his own did, but expect constant belittlement that would quickly ruin any child’s confidence. He’d likely spiral into a rage if he ever had to care for you or if it took away from the attention your other parent gave him, whining about how unfair life can be with a brat attached to your hip and how it’s not right that you’re “taking all of mommy’s attention”.

-He wants to be the baby! Who are you to soak up all of his sweet, undivided attention? Unfortunately, if Franco did manage to care about someone enough to have a child with them, his own selfish desires would lead to their death out of pure jealousy; leaving the two of you alone, bitter, and desperate for someone to coddle you both.

“You’re a god damn Barbi. Fuckin’ act like it.”

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Otto and Arora Kress 🧪

-Surprisingly pretty decent parents! Otto and Arora fully understand what it’s like to be a misunderstood child with a parent who doesn’t care for them, and they would never want you to feel that way, they want to give you the world. Like Gooseberry, they’re far from perfect, but Arora and Otto are trying their best.

-In fact, multiple extracurriculars are a must as a Kress child, whether it’s involvement in sports, science, or the arts. They find extreme importance in bettering your character through activities that strengthen your physical and cognitive health. After all, The twins would view you as an extension of the Kress family legacy. Success wouldn’t just be encouraged, it would be expected. They wouldn’t treat you poorly or cause you harm, but you’ll know when you haven’t met their standards.

-But they aren’t doing this to punish you, rather they just want you to have all of the opportunities in your life that you can. Arora and Otto wish for nothing more than their child to be praised for their brilliance the moment they enter a room.. even if you choose to show some resilience in your learning.

-When they aren’t teaching you to be the best, they’re both very caring. Arora would absolutely have a soft spot for dressing her child up when they’re young, family photos fully presenting the family crest would be meticulously planned events. Otto is surprisingly patient with you, teaching you all kinds of different games and upholding discussion with you in order to push you towards success in a softer manner.

“Have you minded your studies, dear?”

“Y-yes.. your studies..”

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Liliya Bogomolova 📿

-Under the belief you are a divine gift delivered to her to God for her unwavering loyalty, Liliya treats you as her equal. She just doesn’t see you the way most mothers do. Of course she notices your tiny hands, your soft breathing, the way you instinctively seek warmth and comfort. But beneath that, she sees something else; innocence. Complete innocence, a new soul untouched by cruelty, greed, violence, or sin. To her, that innocence isn’t merely beautiful, it is sacred. She becomes obsessed with the idea that you are the purest thing she has ever held in her arms. She gives you respect and cherishes you, and is fiercely protective against those who wish to taint your holiness.

- Liliya memorizes every detail about you. The shape of your smile, or the way you cling to her when frightened. She finds herself sitting awake at night just to watch your precious breathing. Every moment deepens her attachment, and yet every moment makes the idea of sacrificing you in order to return you to God feel both more impossible and more tempting. Impossible because she loves you. Tempting because she wants to protect you from everything she believes the world will eventually do to you, to keep you safe and pure.

-In short, she’s utterly obsessed with you. She holds you as close to her heart as the divine ruler himself, believing that with the right care and extreme attention, she can keep you holy.

-Similar to the twins, her favorite activities would probably be teaching rather than entertaining. If her child expresses interest in something such as painting, sewing, sports, or music, Liliya becomes fully invested. She scrounges the trials for resources, helps you practice at any time of days, and quietly supports you through it all. She may not always understand their interests, but she’d respect the effort. Besides, if these fun little task can keep you from sin, what other choice does she have?

“The world will be cruel. I will keep you untainted.”