CrazyInsane

dm me, i love to laugh! 21 *04/26* they/them/he/him ftm <3

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Uhm.....an itty bitty request....subtop Francis and dombttm male reader. Where Francis is just sobbing and blubbering and begging while readers calling him a good boy and stuff but not letting him cum.....please 🙏🙏

😯😯🫵 YOU! ANON! ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANNNTTT!!! OHHHH LAWDDDD!and i went over board… sorry 😭

can you imagine how tired he is after he gets off of work? he’s been dragging around gallons of glass milk jugs in the blaring heat for hours! :( no food, no water! so! as punishment, you, decide that i’d be best to take matters into your own hands 😼🤭😮‍💨

you’re not even breaking a sweat as you lay across the couch. of course you aren’t it’s a punishment after all! you’re making poor old Francis do allll of the work! but your good boy needs to learn so it’s only fair!

you can feel Francis’s legs shake against your thighs, his fingers bunched against the fabric of your shirt. his knuckles white as he stabilizes himself while hopping up and down like a basketball on your giant voluptuous cock!

his eyes are rolled back and his cheeks are flushed and the smallest bit of drool is slipping past his lips, but that’s alright because he just looks absolutely delectable! he’s so cute you could just ravish him, oh, how you wish you could take a picture and save it as your screen saver!

well, you two are married, so it doesn’t matter because you have each other for life! why take a picture when you can experience the real thing over and over and over and— what is Francis saying?

“ngh—! (M/n), b- baby, please! i- i need to cum! c- can i? i- i’ll be good—!”

you have to raise an eyebrow at that because what does he mean he’ll be good? he hasn’t eaten or drank anything! he’s ignored all your loving notes and packed lunches you’ve given him, so it’s only natural for you to punish him for wasting :(

“you’ll be good? is that so? you’ll eat what i give you and stay hydrated? you know i only want the best for you. how am i supposed to take care of my husband if he won’t take care of himself?”

the guilt must his the poor man, even in his hazy mind, oh, he loves you so much! hubby material for real! he sobs, whining as he leans down, pressing your foreheads together. the new position nearly makes him cum, if it weren’t for your fist around his cock head, ruining his orgasm. he sobs, body trembling as your eyes meet.

Francis whimpers, opening his mouth to beg for you to ‘fuck him already’! you know your husband so well, cutting him off with a gentle stroke on his cock. his head falls to your neck, your chests pressed together as his body gives up above you.

you can’t help but snicker internally, your husband has clearly tired himself out, but you aren’t done. you’ve ruined mine of his orgasms without mercy or much guilt. your fingers begin to gentle massage all over Francis’ body, giving him the false hope of being done.

you can hear him sniffle in your neck, whining about how unfair you’ve been and how tired he is and how he’ll be a good boy from now on and eat his food and drink his water. you just hum along, whispering praises and promises into his ears. you press a kiss onto his forehead, lifting up his hips.

Francis groans and sighs, believing it’s all over. he’s ready to take a shower and cuddle up to you. Francis’s eyes furrow as you take a long time, something isn’t right. why are you—?

Francis’s mouth falls open and he lets out a yelp, his nails digging into your shoulders. you let him continue to lay on top of you, deciding that you could do the work for the final round.

“mmm, fuck, fuck, Francis, baby! nghhh, soooo good, mhm, my good boy.”

Francis preens at your words, he’s your good boy! he just knew it! his hot breaths fan over your neck and his muscles begin to tense as he gets closer and closer and—!

“ngh! f- fuck! (M/n), please! please, i just need to- to cum, just once!”

Francis sobs as you’ve ruined his tenth orgasm. he went ten hours without food or water, so you’ve decided it’s fair. you lick your lips and press a soft and soothing kiss onto Francis’s forehead, cheek and lips.

“goooood boy, it’s over, we’re all done.”

you run your fingers over every inch of his skin, kneading at his sore muscles. of course you’ll really massage his muscles after you take a shower. of course you’ll finally let Francis have that one orgasm. punishment is over. it’s time to finally let him rest. after all, he’s your good boy. :P

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i’m sorry i’ve been inactive for quite some time, i’ve been caught up with so much. i’ve dyed my hair twice in the past two months. i’m dying here i hate how i look. that reminded me that i have no thoughts so i’m coming on here to get thoughts from you all! gimme some idea!

what should i write?

dead plate

tokyo revengers

demon slayer

yandere games

that’s not my neighbor

my hero academia

my idea is in the comments

Voting ended onJul 27, 2024

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OKAY BEAR WITH ME Y’ALL. I HAVEN’T PLAYED THE GAME SO I’M JUST GOING OFF OF SOME TIRED OLD MAN TROPES.

FRANCIS MOSES x READER

also, i haven’t written down any of my rules, but i don’t have any limits! i’ll write whatever requests people send me! whatever your dark mind can think of will be my pleasure to create!

i don’t mind if you’re not 18+, since, if i ever do make smut i’ll just label it as 18+ and TRUST that 18+ ONLY will read. you all have probably seen, but i’ve just written about my thoughts of different fandoms so far so there’s no 18+ posts YET. (maybe i’ll make this account SFW and do another for NSFW? idk, i normally post on other platforms but randomly decided to give tumblr a try lol)

as a NM/trans man myself, i TRY to keep my readers gender neutral by not really describing the characters features. hard on TRY bc i know the last blurb fic i made of dead plate was Rody x Male Reader lol, oopsies! anywhooo, enjoy~!

WARNINGS! doppleganger mention, possible unconsciousness, possible death, possible unfunny dialogue (bc sometimes i’m the only one who finds me hilarious lmfao), you’re kinda a baddie ngl, you and Francis are besties, Francis is a cat lover?! Francis is a tired old man who hates technology. phone mentioned despite the first wireless phone being made 23 years after the story takes place (use your imagination) uhhh, anything else i forget? comment below!

Francis let out a long sigh of relief, taking his cap off with one hand, using the other to dab away at his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. Upon seeing the exhausted man, you can’t help but smile softly, shaking your head as you get ready to scold him, once again. You cross your arms, looking at him through the window with a playful disappointed glare.

“mhm mhm, what do we have here? you really should be getting more sleep, mr. milkman, your eyes are starting to sport their own eye bags.”

with this comment, Francis shakes his head but is unable to stop the small, yet tired smile on his face. he bends down to place the crate of milk jugs onto the floor before handing over his ID card. you hum, narrowing your eyes when Francis doesn’t give into your whims. you eye his card, glancing at it a few times before slipping it back to him with a chuckle.

Francis’s eyebrow raises in confusion at your reaction but ends up shaking his head, rolling his eyes playfully and sighing softly. he places his cap back on his head and huffs, deeming your reaction as a go ahead inside.

“now… what if i was a doppelganger? you aren’t even going to call my room to check if someone is there? such a reliable doorman we have.”

despite Francis’s playful tone, your grin slips into a frown as you study Francis from behind the glass. this causes him to tense up, suddenly feeling nervous, like he did something wrong. you hum, tilting your head into your palm as you seemingly analyze Francis for a little while before deciding to speak.

“what’s up brother?”

Francis blinks a few times in surprise, his head tilting in confusion at your question. His eyes narrow as he thinks about the question you asked.

“what’s… up… brother…?”

Francis looks up at the ceiling, taking your question to heart. upon seeing nothing on the ceiling, Francis can only shake his head and sigh at your antics.

“are you done with your tomfoolery, (Y/n)? i’m quite exhausted and would like to go up to my room and rest.”

you can only shake your head, clasping your hands together like a disappointed father getting ready to discuss their kids grades at the dinner table. you begin to explain.

“when Francis first walks in here, he always forgets one of three things… his keys, his hat or the crate of milk. you came in here, although exhausted, you seemed put together, unlike Francis, who is clearly going through a midlife crisis. Francis will then ask me about my cat, well, because he’s a cat person, though he insists no one knows. oh, and, Francis’s home phone has been broken for the past few days and is actually at the store, right now. so, Francis being here so soon, isn’t possible. that, and well, Francis never understands my references, but indulges me anyway… anything else i forgot, doppelganger?”

you bat your eyelashes, smirking from behind the window like you just cracked down the traitor in your group. with each statement, Francis’s doppelgänger’s face becomes visibly more and more angry until the doppelganger begins to completely change: black eyes with white pupils, a wide and eerie black mouth, adorned with long and sharp claws on the end of the doppleganger’s elongated limbs.

“you… you’ll regret this… i will get in one day and get my feast, starting with you. i’ll gut you, keep you alive so you can watch your organs fall out of your body and your blood splatter against-! *CLANK! BAM! PLINK!*”

before the doppelganger could finish his fantasy, much to your amusement, the doppleganger’s body tenses upon being struck before crumpling to the floor after becoming unconscious. you look up from the doppleganger’s body to see the real Francis hovering above the, possibly dead, doppelganger. you shrug, knowing that you wouldn’t have to call DDD services to take care of the mess, now you just have to clean up the body.

“mmm… tuesday… tuesday…? did i get that right?”

you hold back a chuckle at Francis’s response to your last question. you can only nod, letting Francis have the win this time. pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing, a loud laugh bubbles up from your throat as the two of you realized what Francis had hit the doppelganger with.

“ngh… i just bought this phone… damnit… his hard head must have broke it, ah, if i bring it back could i get a… refund…?”

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People can be bold on anon and not on anon. You do know that you can have it where you don’t accept comments or messages from people. So it wouldn’t matter if they made a comment on their main. Dumb

idk if this is a rude comment or a helpful comment but i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt 😭

i know absolutely nothing about tumblr, i made an account years ago to secretly support a few friends on their posts but never really thought about writing until like 10 minutes before i made that post about deadplate haha.

i haven’t messed with my settings much but i really like the concept of anons so i’ll just keep it on so anyone can post anything without shame (unless it’s like really rude comments that should really be kept to yourself)

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omg ur dead plate burb is rlly good! do u plan on making more?

eee! thank you so much! honestly, i think i will! i normally just post rambles and blurbs whenever i have a thought… well, i really only write down like a quarter of my thoughts (if i posted my entire thought process, it would be a whole novel lol) i just really really love talking, if that wasn’t obvious, haha!

i haven’t used tumblr before so this is totally new to me, so if anyone has suggestions or feedback, let me know! i use to make fanfics on notes before using wattpad (ew, ik, cringe) but i got so much love and support from the people who read my books that i turned to here to continue to write more small little posts instead of chapters to stories, does that make sense…?

anyway, TLDR: yes! i’d love to make more about dead plate, it’s one of my fixations rn.

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Y’ALL HAVE ME ACTING LIKE A DAMN HOUND THE WAY I AM BARKING AND SALIVATING OVER THE FRANCIS MOSSES FANART OOOO!

MY DMS ARE OPEN IF ANYONE WANTS TO SEND ME THEIR FAVORITES!

i swear if i could drawwwww 😭😭😭 the things i would dooo, the things i would makkkeee. damnit, i’d even take requests of drawing him pregnant or whatever weird shit you want him in (bc honestly me too, i’m seriously fanning myself and acting like an older attractive man walked in to cure my daddy issues)

bc what’s that saying? uhhh… save a cow, milk the milkman??? yeah… i’m gonna do more than milk him, loves.

anywhooo, thoughts? (and prayers, too, lmfao, my friend told me i need to be institutionalized the way i talk about fictional characters 😭😭😭)

should i make a fic of him???

ALSO HE HAS A DAUGHTER CONFIRMED?!?!?!? (trust i’ll give him more 😩😩😩)

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i can’t stop imaging myself being transported into tokyo revengers. though, personally, i believe it would be bitter sweet.

TOKYO REVENGERS X MALE READER

i’d love to imagine meeting takemichi, and confiding in him that i know about his power, that, i too, have a secret. i would tell him that i’m not even from this universe. he thinks time leaping 12 years is weird? try telling him you’re from another reality (basically) where he’s an anime.

to sum up my thoughts (i wrote 13 paragraphs before deleting it bc this is suppose to just be a ramble lmfao, maybe i’m uploading it later and get your guys inputs) i just feel like i would try to be the sunshine guard dog protector, y’know? not necessarily swoop in to save takemichi (tho, i’d definitely swoop in to beat some characters asses just bc i have a personal vendetta) because damn! look at how badass and hot takemichi is, whenever he fights?! (that ass. thiccimichi 😩😼)

now, here’s where my heart aches and my brain fries from overthinking. do i tell takemichi that i watched the anime (read the manga too) and know who will die in the end? do i tell him that i know of the anime but haven’t seen it or read the manga?

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TOKYO REVENGERS ANIME AND MANGA!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

so, we know that in chapter 275 of the manga (probably season 5 in the anime if we’re lucky) takemichi ends up dying by mikey’s hand, a blade through his chest (heart? stomach? idk i haven’t read the manga in a few months. i sobbed hysterically over his death and refused to open the manga back up. that was until chapter 276 came out, how foolish of me to believe takemichi wouldn’t stand back up like he always does. what a true mc)

funny enough, by using mikey’s hand, he’s able to time travel him and mikey, not just 12 years, but back to when they were kids (i think they were 8 or somewhere around there). thus they are able to help each other create their perfect ending.

though… this “perfect ending” can’t happen unless the characters who died stay dead. shinichiro, baji, emma, izana, draken. with these deaths, mikey indulges in his “dark impulses” and thus the kanto manji gang and toman gen 2 end up fighting to lead to takemichi’s death and end with the perfect book closing page.

it’s unfortunate. it makes me tear up, sob, want to throw up (maybe throw myself out the window) but everything needs to happen. not only the deaths but takemichi’s mental health diminishing needs to happen to. this (others teaching him how to fight and his visions) helps takemichi in the last battle to dodge, punch and get close to mikey.

though, how easily takemichi forgives?! boy just smiles off his pain and forgives others, especially in the final chapter??? he just has his beautiful dopey smile on his face when mikey recognized him and then they ride off into the sunset to save their future??? hell. no. i need everyone to put their fists up, stand in a line, and eat my fucking fist.

i need a takemichi villain arc series. would someone be willing to make that for me? what do you want? a cookie? therapy? a hug? emotional and mental stability? no mommy and daddy issues? (i can’t provide the last two unfortunately, still trying to figure that shit out myself lmfaooo. though, my dms are always open. i love chatting with people and sharing dark humor. muah!)

then again, this is why i whole heartedly admire takemichi. he may not be physically strong like the others but as mikey says, he’s incredibly mentally strong. he gets back up. he stays standing. he’s determined and won’t fall until he wins. he’s too kind. i love him so much guys you don’t understandddd. hina, please share, fuck i am on my knees, foaming at the mouth and barking.

ugh :( it’s okay michi. you get your perfect future, though, are you truly happy and at peace? just keep smiling, okay? anywhooo, you know, i could treat you better anyway! xoxo 😼🕺😽

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since i’ve watched youtubers play dead plate, it’s been on constantly my mind 😻 i’ve literally searched up gacha reactions, fanfics, edits, etc, just because i’m starting to obsess over the game. not to mention how little attraction it’s gained?! where is the fan art, the fanfics, the loveeee?!? 😭 anywho! just a little blurb i keep imagining in my head!

this takes place after ending 3 so please, keep in mind that this will contain spoilers for the third ending! you’ve been warned!

(DEAD PLATE X READER)

With his left hand, Rody puts pressure on where his left ear had been before Vincent had ripped it off and eaten it. He pants softly, unable to tear his gaze away from the flames that engulf the bistro.

Rody is able to break contact when he sees a shoe in the corner of his right eye. Rody’s body tenses as he looks over at the shoe, allowing his gaze to slowly move up to take in the owner of the shoe. Black leather shoes that shine bright from the fire’s light, black slacks and a white long sleeve button up underneath a black vest adorned with a black tie. Rody’s eyes widen at the face.

The persons expression is full of worry, the figure holds their hands out as if wanting to comfort Rody but feeling as if they shouldn’t overstep boundaries in such a clearly traumatic time. the figure’s mouth opens, mouthing some illegible words. Rody hasn’t realized that all this time his ears had been ringing, his brain already trying to force this moment into the back of his head.

Rody’s eyes fill up with tears and he sniffles. The ringing slowly fades out as the voice slowly registers. “Rody! Hey, are you alright? Hey, deep breathes, you don’t have to tell me what happened, let’s- here, can i lead you to my car…?” Rody feels tears flow down his cheek and drip off his chin and Rody feels like he’s breaking as he wetly smiles. “…(M/n)…”

The man, finally known as (M/n), looks relieved as Rody seems to snap out of his previous delirious state. “Rody… Hey… Let’s step away and go to my car, yeah?” Rody nods but takes one step and falls forward. (M/n) panics, stepping a few paces forwards to catch Rody.

Rody’s eyes close and he whines, letting his tears fall and openly sob as he mourns. Mourning over the truth he has learned, that his girlfriend was killed and cooked up by his boss, being served to Rody though, due to his inability to cook, he had not eaten the dish, which Rody is now thankful for. Rody finds himself surprisingly mourning over Vincent too, just wishing to make some money to whoo Manon and wanting to try to become closer to Vince, maybe even become friends. It’s too late, what’s done is done.

(M/n) sighs softly, his expression softening as he holds Rody close. He allows Rody to get all of his feelings out, hoping his friend will be able to feel better. “Rody… I don’t know what happened and you don’t need to tell me until you’re ready, but… Please … I want you to know that i’ll be here with you, for you… All the way...”

Rody’s body continues to heave from the force of his sobs but ultimately seems to be calming down. Rody is reduced to sniffles and he clears his throat to speak. “All the way…? You promise…?” (M/n) hums, rubbing Rody’s back soothingly. “All the way. I promise.”

Rody nods, feeling content before pulling away with a sheepish look, as his stomach growl. He scratches the back of his neck nervously but (M/n) breaks into laughter, causing Rody to follow suit. “(M/n)… Could we get something to eat…?” (M/n) nods, able to pull both of them up and lead Rody to his car. “Of course, my treat.”