Listen little bro. I NEED more Francis and Iz(I’m to lazy to check how to spell his name) smut, I’ll legit do anything bro, I’d sell my left leg just to get another taste, please I’ll do ANYTHING🙏LIKE THEM STORIES WERE SO FUCKNG GOOF LIKE WHAT???!?!? Please make more🙁🫶
Needy touch
Theme: nsfw
Summary: Your boyfriends were so clingy after what happened with another doppelganger that they wouldn’t even let you out of bed!
Pair: Izaack & Francis doppelganger x chubby reader
A/n thank you! I’ll take the donation! I’m happy you enjoy it<33
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You lied, you feel like a locked up bird. A species that is on the brink of extinction, you're the last of your kind.
Ever since the day where that doppelganger kidnapped you they have been on edge, keeping you safe in your shared home. No matter what you did they just wouldn’t calm down!
Giving them hugs and kisses only got you so far, it only did little! It’s not that you hated being cooped up, it’s just that you were worried for them!
You could almost see the wrinkles on Francis's face, he’s been working the hardest. And Izaack has been stressed out, worried another
Doppelganger will swing by.
It was early in the morning now, you were currently buried under many blankets. You were snuggled close to Izaack’s chest, his big arms wrapped around you.
You felt like a developing butterfly, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. You attempt to single out of Izaack’s hold, but it was no use since he has you squished to his chest.
You sigh, after a while you were able to unwrap yourself from all the blankets. You struggled in Izaack’s grip, even when he was asleep he’s still strong!
Izaack’s hot breath hits your neck with every breath, and he snores loudly in your ear. Izaack was a deep sleeper, so you didn’t have much to do!
Suddenly an idea hit you! You shuffle out of your panties, tossing them aside.
You roll yourself onto him, pulling down his pants. His cocks rests on his stomach, twitching when your hand brushes it.
Francis was a light sleeper, it’ll be easy to wake him up but he’s not the one who’s got you trapped. Francis tentacles are loosely wrapped around your thigh, warm since they are taking your body heat.
You eat your head on Izaack’s chests, directing his cocks into your already dripping holes. You slowly sink down, his cocks sinking deeper into your needy holes.
You bite on your lips, stifling your gasp. Your hands rest on his pecs, using your thighs to push yourself up as he keeps your lower half close to him.
You push your lower half up until his cocks was almost pulled out of your cunt before slamming yourself down, your eyes rolling back. The heavy pressure in your belly for how thick and big Izaack was, his cocks bumping on your sweet spots.
Izaack grunts in his sleep, still deep asleep but slowly waking up from the sudden pleasure. You let out a broken moan, forcing yourself to bounce on his cocks.
You rest your head on Izaack’s chest, your thighs twitch in disagreement. Izaack’s hands slowly move down to your hips, gripping on the soft flesh.
You sigh, slamming back down his length, sitting still. You let out a pleasured cry, clenching around him.
“Oh~ now this is something I’d love to be woken up by, don’t stop now~” Izaack coos, spanking you soft ass.
You gasp, Izaack grips your thighs. He helps you bounce on his cocks, your breast bouncing with every movement. You moan, still resting your face on his chest as Izaack fucks your holes.
“Mmh, so cruel of you to leave me out..” Francis pouts, a tentacles redirecting its attention to your clit.
You mouth make am “o” as your body gets fucked by your boyfriends, leaving none of your sensitive areas alone.
The string in your body snaps, your body tenses up as you cover Izaack’s cocks in your juices. Your cunt eagerly swollen his entire length, you let out huffs of air.
“Why did you stop, love? Gonna be a meanie? Not gonna let me cum deep in that little womb of yours?” Izaack teases, give your ass another smack.
You whine, the burn in your thighs making it hard. You nod your head, forcing yourself to fuck yourself dumb on his cocks.
Francis tentacles tighten their hold on your plush thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. You could see the bulge in Francis's pants, twitching.
“Mmh, now you’ve got me all hard, honey~” Francis fake pouts, the tentacles on your clit running faster.
You whine, slamming all the way down on Izaack’s cocks. Your thighs hurt so bad, you couldn’t force yourself to bounce on his cocks anymore.
With the constant rubbing on your sweet spot, your clit being stimulated, and how Izaack’s cocks slam into your cervix makes your body weak.
“Let me help you out, love” Francis chuckles, thick tentacles of his wrap around your thighs and hips.
They help you, lifting you up and down. You sob in pleasure, drool seeping from your swollen lips.
“Mmh, that’s right baby. Gonna’ cum deep in this sweet pussy” Izaack grunts, moving Francis’s tentacles from your swollen clit.
Izaack rubs fastly at your clit, the sounds of flesh slapping echoing around the room. You let out a broken whimper, closing your eyes as you cover Izaack’s cocks in more of your juices.
“Fuck yea.. gonna cum deep in this pretty body..” Izaack groans, hso other hands gripping tightly on your hips.
His claws dig into your soft hips, Francis’s tentacles slam you back down on his lap. Izaack’s cock twitches in your body, his cum filling your holes with his hot cum.
“My turn~” Francis coos, lifting you off Izaack’s lap.
You whine at the empty feeling, moaning when Francis plops you on his cock. His tentacles help you again, lifting you up then slamming you down.
“Fuck..” Francis grunts, you clench so tight around him.
One of his tentacles prods at your other hole, pushing inside. Drool drips from your lips, thick salty tears falling from your face.
They were able to make a big mess of you, have one been bad but now two? This was a mistake, a risky decision.
“Mmh, such a good girl” Izaack praises, his hands cupping your breast.
You whine, covering Francis cock in your juices. Your poor thighs tremble, overstimulating, making you dumb.
“Almost there, pretty girl..” Francis moans, watching your son in pleasure.
“Take is, honey..” Izaack coos, pressing kisses to your ear and cheek.
Francis groans as he cums deep in your already full cunt, his cum mixed with Izaack.
Francis tentacles let go of your thighs, falling beside Francis. You let out a quiet moan, Francis cock sinking out of your sensitive cunt.
Izaack pulls you back close to him, snuggling you again. You whine, attempting to break free from his grip.
“Oh come on, love. I doubt you can move your legs after that” Izaack chuckles, kissing your sweaty forehead.
Francis chuckles, his arms wrapping around your plush belly. Mission failed, but a better ending?
Two extra chapters? You guys are so spoiled! I love yall <33
Title - Let Me
Fandom - Bungou Stray Dogs
Character/Pairing - Francis Fitzgerald x Fem!Reader
Word Count - 3.6k
Tags - Smut, Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship, Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Language, No Dom/Sub Dynamics
A/n - Here’s an early Christmas present for my love ( @mrskurono ) She definitely deserves a husband like this. I hope you like it mama! And anyone else who reads it ♡
Sweeping, vacuuming, cooking, cleaning surfaces that some might not think to clean. Things you do every day. You think it goes unnoticed but there’s a pair of eyes watching you. A pair of pretty blue ones in fact. Whenever you don’t think he notices, he’s right there admiring all the work you do.
With kisses to your cheek and hugs from behind whenever you’re trying to do something. Francis is showing how much he appreciates your work and everything you do.
This afternoon was no different. Along with your daily chores, Francis took the day off. Claiming he needed to relax a little from work and that he wanted to spend some time with you.
The two of you share some coffee together and sit on the couch. You guys even eat breakfast together, even if it’s not the same kind of food. And Francis was in love with all of it. Considering he only really got to be with you like this on the weekends. It felt nice to him that he could be this with you in the middle of the week. But little did you know, it wasn’t just the morning time together that he had up his sleeve.
In the midst of vacuuming, as it nears the afternoon, you feel lanky arms wrapping around your torso. Your husband’s body pressed into your back and his head slopes down. Gently pressing kisses to your shoulder. Sure you were vacuuming. But he just couldn’t get enough of the sight of you. The day was about you after all.
“Francis- I’m trying to clean-” you urge over the sound of the vacuum.
There was something in reply from the tall man against your shoulder, but you couldn’t hear it. So you turned off the vacuum and tried looking back at him.
When the room was quiet, you hear a soft voice in your ear as his mouth moved faster than you head. Repeating what he said before when you couldn’t hear. “Let me take care of it.”
His words catch you off guard but you end up shaking your head, “No it’s fine. I do this almost every day. You should go relax. You did take the day off.”
No dice. You soon feel his lips pepper light kisses along your neck and shoulder. “I can’t relax when you’re working your butt off right in front of me. If I’m going to relax, I’m going to relax with you.” his words were soft and genuine. He didn’t take the day off just to relax and watch you clean the house.
“Francis-” you mutter his name, feeling his hand moving down your arm and hovering over your own that’s holding the vacuum handle. Slowly your eyes travel down to see that he’s trying to get your hand off of the handle in the most delicate way.
With a sigh, you let him remove your hand as he props the vacuum back up so it didn’t fall backwards. He then takes your hand in his and loosens his grip on you so he could spin you around to face him.
“What are you doing?” you ask curiously, your eyes leery about his intentions.
“I’m trying to help you relax. Come with me.” his voice was as smooth as ever as he spoke paired with a classically sweet smile.
“I really don’t have time-”
It was then that your words were interrupted by his lips pressing against yours. Soft and gentle as his hand felt the same to caress the back of your head. Such sweetness made you forget what you were trying to convey to him for a few seconds. And while he was kissing you he managed to lift you up in his arms and walk you through the house.
Once he stopped you pulled away from the kiss, “I get what you’re trying to do. But it’s fine, really.” you try and sway him but there’s a stern look on his face along with a shake to his head.
“No. I’ve prepared this bath for you and I even have some of your favorite lo-fi on. Relax. I can take care of the house for today.” he whispered softly to you as he set you down and kissed your forehead. “I can even help you get undressed. Such royalty shouldn’t have to take off her own clothes.” he purred with a smile as he looked into your eyes.
“Royalty-” you scoff at him but he pays no mind to it. He had his mind set that you were to relax today.
At this point there was no use in arguing with him. Plus the jacuzzi tub filled with hot water looked really nice. Something to help those muscles loosen up that you used every day. “Okay, but just this once.” you reply. A light smile threatening your lips.
“Perfect~” he coos to you while his hands delicately move to the hem of your shirt and slowly pull it up off your body. You’d think he was just undressing you, but he wasn’t. He was taking his time with you. His fingertips were gliding all over your skin once your shirt was off. He loved the feel of your skin on his fingertips. So soft. So warm. Slowly his hands travel to your shoulders and down your back to unclasp your bra, gently taking it off of you.
A soft noise escaped your lips feeling the heave of your breasts as they were now naked and exposed. “You’re so beautiful.” Francis whispers.
You thought he’d be looking at your breasts when he said that, but he wasn’t. He was looking at your face. Soon catching eye contact with you. A gentle and charming smile appeared on his face the moment your eyes met. “I mean it, you know. My princess is always so beautiful.” he coos more and reaches a hand up to stroke your cheek lightly.
You lean into his hand a little and close your eyes. He says this stuff all the time, but right now it felt really nice to hear. As much as you wanted to lean against his hand longer, you feel Francis’s hand pull away and both of them now moving down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He kneels down and slowly pulls down your pants. Making sure to get both of your legs free from your pants without you falling over.
Once he’s tossed your pants aside, his hands move back up to your hips and his lips press into your thighs. “I want to spoil my princess today. Because you do so much for me, I can’t even compare.” his words were a mere whisper but you could hear all of his love compressed into them. “So please, sit and relax.” he whispers as he peppers more kisses along both your thighs. “Don’t think about anything and let me take care of today.”
The way he was talking to you and kissing on your skin, made every part of you tingle. The sensation of his lips along with his words made you feel something that you couldn't quite understand what exactly it was.
Slowly your hand moved into his hair. Combing your fingers through his golden locks, “Thank you Francis.” your voice soft, truly in awe about how this man could make you feel.
“It’s my pleasure, princess. I only want the best for you. Because you deserve it more than anyone else.” It was then that he looked up at you while his hands moved to your panties. Slowly he pulled them down too and helped you out of them. Only to lean in and kiss right under your belly button. A man of manners as he didn’t kiss any where else. Instead, he stood and caressed your cheek once more.
“Call out if you need anything, love. I’ll come running if only for you.” he hummed and then took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of your hand softly.
Seeing you nod to him, he left you to it. Letting you do as you wish with the bath while he left the room and went onto cleaning as you were doing before.
Time passed. The water definitely felt amazing on your bones and muscles. Honestly you weren’t even sure how long you’d been in the bath. As you weren’t typically a bath person. But Francis set this all up for you. How could you say no to it? Though you couldn’t sit any longer. You needed to get up and move. So you get up and drain the tub.
Once you get out and dry off, you see that there is a new set of clothes for you on the bed. A pair of panties that you haven’t worn in what felt like ages, a tank top and a pair of leggings. No bra though that you saw. You wondered if he had planned that on purpose.
Setting that thought aside, you get dressed in what was picked out for you. Then you make your way out of your shared bedroom.
Francis was in the kitchen. He had an apron on over his clothes and was in front of the stove. When you saw him, you raised a brow. Wondering what he was doing. Cooking wasn’t something that Francis did often, but he meant what he said about today. That he’d take care of it.
A loving smile crossed his lips, “I thought I’d get a head start on dinner.” he spoke out, knowing you were there watching him. He always knew when you were spying on him even if you weren't in the room.
“What are you making?” a curious question, you walk over to him. You see a saucepan and then a bigger pot on the stove. Your eyes also drift to the time on the stove.
2:05
“Well since I don’t know how to make many different foods, I thought I’d spruce up some sauce and we could have spaghetti. I know I made it up pretty early, but I thought it could simmer and if anything we can re heat it when it gets closer to dinner time.” he then pauses and looks at the sauce he was stirring. “I think the it tastes pretty good. Would you like to try it?” He asks as he grabs a spoon and swoops it in the sauce only to offer it to you after blowing on it gently.
His eyes looked a bit cautious, as he hoped he didn’t completely botch spaghetti sauce. But of course you keep an open mind and carefully you lean in and taste what was on the spoon. To your surprise the flavors were exquisite. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him. It almost tasted like spaghetti sauce you’d make.
A soft chuckle left Francis’s lips seeing the look on your face. “It tastes terrible doesn’t it?” he asks as he sets the spoon down and then looks back at you.
It was his turn to be surprised, when you flung yourself onto him and began to kiss him. Though he took that with open arms and sweetly kissed you back.
“It tastes amazing~” you mutter softly against his lips, breaking the kiss for a split second only to think about something.
You knew that he didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to clean the house. He didn’t have to start dinner. He didn’t have to let you relax. But he did. He let you have some hours to yourself. He let you recoup if only for a little bit. And you loved that so much.
You ended up pressing your body into him again, letting your lips find his once more. Neither of you broke the kiss for a while. Francis only moved his hand to the stove knob to turn it to the lowest setting while his lips pressed ever so gently against yours. His hands then moved to your hips. Soon picking you up and setting you on the counter.
With you slightly taller than him now, you had to bend down just a bit as your kisses turned into a sensual make out. Soft moans left your lips as you tried your best to press up against his body.
Feeling how you pressed into him, Francis moaned and then pulled away, your foreheads resting together and his lips pecking yours a few more times.
“Let me spoil you even more, my princess~” he whispers lovingly to you and turned off the stove before carrying you to the bedroom.
You can’t help but giggle. Thinking about the fact you’re going to do the dirty in the middle of the day. Something the two of you haven’t done for a long time.
Once in the bedroom, Francis gently laid you on the bed and peered down at you. You were in the outfit that he got out for you but now he was going to take it off you. “I should have just had you stay naked coming out of the bath if I knew you were going to react to my sauce like that~” he teased playfully but his smile was still sweeter than ever.
You then took it upon yourself to take off your clothes as there was a playful roll of your eyes. Your gaze averted to your husband as you watched him take off his clothes. He was doing it so diligently you swore he was doing it on purpose. Giving you a show. By the time he was completely naked, Francis moved onto the bed. One of his knees sinking into the bed between your legs and his body lowered to yours. Your lips met once more, though this time it was a bit more hungry than before.
You could feel your heart beating faster. Your cheeks felt a bit hot. Why? It’s not like you hadn’t had sex with him before. But it honestly felt like it. His hands were roaming all over your body. Making sure to grip every piece of you that he could. Your sides, reaching down to your thighs, and even groping your breasts in the most tender way.
How he touched you. How he pressed against you, there was a need that he couldn’t convey with words. Only his body could show you how much he completely adored you right now.
Carefully he breaks the kiss, moving his lips down your jawline and to your neck. “You smell amazing my dear...” he whispers lowly as you could feel his now hard cock against your thigh and it made you ache for him.
Soon his lips traveled everywhere on the top half of your body. His mouth wrapping around your nipples and sucking on them gently as one of his hands move to your core. You were so wet for him and he could easily feel it against his fingers.
He then pushes his body up, propping his palm against the bed so he could look down at you. “Such a beautiful princess. My princess~” he whispers. The same time he does so, his fingers find your budding clit. Gently, the pads of his fingertips move in small slow circles. Making your hips buck and moans flow from your lips uncontrollably.
“Mm let me take care of you too, okay?” he asks, though it wasn’t really a question. Nor could you answer before you felt his middle finger teasing your entrance. A gasp left your throat and then a low moan, feeling him slip his finger inside you.
“Fuck~” you whimpered and your hips shimmied against his finger. Your hands gripped the comforter of your bed. Not wanting to believe that he only had one finger inside you.
Moments passed and another one of his fingers slipped into you. Fingering you slowly and deeply as his blue eyes gazed upon your body. Taking it all in. How you were breathing. How your breasts heaved and fell with each moan you made.
After feeling mind boggled from the pleasure of his fingers, you then felt the absence of his fingers. About to whimper and beg for them back, you feel the tip of Francis’s cock pressing against your entrance.
“I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that. I can’t have my princess unsatisfied now, can I?” he purred as he slips his cock along your slit with your juices. Getting himself nice and slick to be able to slip inside you with ease.
And that’s just what he did. With each inch that he slipped into you, you felt your back arch even more.
“Ahh~” Francis groans as he ends up slipping all the way inside you. Letting you adjust to him before he began to move.
All you could think about was how full you felt. How his cock was seemed to be perfectly made for you aching insides. Then he begins to move. Slipping into you all the way and then out a few times. Watching as his cock disappears inside you.
You think he’s going slow and building up to it. But to your surprise, you feel him slip out of you. Immediately your eyes open and you see him moving onto the bed.
“I think my princess should have a throne to sit on, don’t you?” his voice was as soft as ever while he grins at you.
You didn’t have to be asked twice before you maneuvered your way to sit in his lap. Your legs straddled his and you could feel his hard cock against your slick pussy lips.
“I am all yours, princess.” he whispers as he positions himself and soon he helps you slip down onto him. Making you slide all the way down his cock.
“God- Fuck-” you groan out as your head tips back. Your hands gripped his arms as you once again got used to the full ness of his cock inside you at the different angle.
Francis’s hands were now free to touch where ever he pleased and you had the ability to ride him as much as you’d like. He then leaned in and began to kiss on your neck. Light thrusts up into you while he kissed on you, it made your head blurry.
“Fuck- Francis-” you moan out his name, unable to stop your hips from moving on their own. Though Francis was no better as he was groaning and moving along with you.
Soon the two of you are moving together. His eyes half lidded and looking up at you. Watching the ecstasy you were feeling, taking over your whole body.
“Let it all go, princess. Show me how bad you want to let go-” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips, helping you move against him. He knew you needed release and he was here to help you out.
“Fuck- I wanna cum” you cry out, breathing shaky and uneven. “I wanna cum on your cock-”
Hearing that, Francis knew exactly what to do. He snaked a hand between your bodies and began to rub your clit. His fingers were quick and and he pressed a bit hard as he wanted you to cum all over him. To let it all out and let your whole body relax into him.
“Fuck~!” you gasp and tip your head back. What comes next makes everything go hazy. Your body shudders and your pussy spasms around his cock. Your hands clutched the back of his neck and tangled in his hair. The pleasure of your orgasm was taking over everything you had.
“I’m cumming~! Fuck I’m cumming- Francis~!” your loud cries were music to your husband’s ears. As he was trying his best to hold out and fuck you through your orgasm.
“All for you, princess~” he groans out and once you stop moving as much he thrusts a bit harder and more erratic into you. He can’t hold it in any longer.
One final thrust into you, taking the breath from your chest, as you feel his seed flood your insides, “Fuck-” you whimper and wiggle your hips down into him. Trying to take advantage of feeling his warmth inside you for as long as possible.
Catching his breath, Francis moves his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks and leaning into you to kiss you deeply. Even though he was still wasn’t breathing evenly, he couldn’t keep his lips from yours.
Though, after a few moments you end up pulling away to catch your own breath more than you already had. You were going to say something but Francis beat you to it.
“I’ll always take care of my princess. I hope you know that. I love you so much.” Such vulnerability was in his voice as his eyes opened to gaze at you.
His words and the whole act that just happened seemed to bring tears to your eyes. Threatening to roll down your cheeks but you manage to keep them put. “I know. I love you too.” you whisper to him, your voice almost cracking as you reply to him.
Francis smiled and gave you one more sweetness filled kiss, before pulling away and looking into your eyes. “Now let me clean you up, so we can get ready for dinner.” he whispers as his forehead presses against your own.
“I’d like that.” you reply as a smile lands on your face that you couldn’t get rid of.
Even men made up by money could be the most passionate beings. Because at the end of the day, it’s not money that drives Francis to live and work and just be. It’s you.
title: What Fleeting Things || Francis Fitzgerald x fem!Reader
a/n: my wife is gonna tease me over this fic istg
word count: 2.8k
tags: fem!Reader, emotional manipulation, angst tones, cheating (on Francis’s part), mutual pining, no dom/sub dynamics, soft sex, foreplay, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink hinted, creampie, unedited
character(s): Francis Fitzgerald (bsd)
synopsis: When he’s all but poor, nothing sounds sweeter to you than making him yours at the cost of someone else’s memories
The first time your perfume filled the small space between the two of you it nearly brought him to his knees.
To the way he kissed your knuckles at your first meeting. And you returned the kind gesture with a kiss on his cheek the second time you both saw each other. Francis swallowed this memories whole each time they happened. Almost hungry for them. Starved in fact.
Tucking them away to be clutched onto throughout the years of both his empire’s growth and your employment in the Guild. Similar memories shared on more than one occasion. Those lingering touches of good friends. Even when they felt so much more than that. Continued unparalleled to the rest of the world’s reasoning.
What you saw before you and what he spoke of were two entirely different things that coexisted. Though running in tandem together through the years they were rough and uncomplimentary to one another. Unlike the bond the two of you shared.
A man vowing to save a broken family. One that did not care if he was dead or alive as long as the bank account was full and needs were met. Where what you saw, was someone dear to you drowning in soul less memories patched together with immense riches.
When he should be drowning in you and nothing else.
No money. No family. No grand empire stretching the countries of this wretched world. Now there was nothing but the fleeting memories and what were those worth? To the man who could once obtain almost anything. Almost that was.
So attainably close as the two of you sat in the small room together. Like it was the first days of the Guild all over again. Now though you had all those memories of the two of you to make this reunion so much sweeter.
“Ms. Louisa said she might be a while.” You don’t do much to hide the small smile crawling on your lips as you raised the tea glass to your lips, “Just like old times.”
Cheeky as yours was, Francis mirror a smile even more graciously when he leaned back away from the tattered kotatsu, “This is nothing like my office. But-” He looked over at you with the same smile, “The company is all but as sweet.”
Setting the glass down you leaned forward on the table top. Watching him with a half lidded smile that always found its way to your face whenever you looked at him, “The only company I’d ask for in fact.”
Francis’s blue eyes dropped. To the ragged fabric of the kotatsu. It’s scratched top. All but ambience to the very obvious under par room. He’d visited rock bottom before this. This wasn’t that but, without your company it would be dangerously close to it.
“I do wish for my lovely wife...” Francis dwelled on memories foggier than the rest of them, “Letting her down...I can’t yet think of such a thing.”
Bitter was the taste of his words. Even more so than the over steeped tea residing in your cup. You shared memories of his wife. Those we inevitable. But they were nothing like Francis portrayed them. To speak out on an already broken man would be rude. Instead you fell silent until he struck up the concern.
“My dearest friend,” Francis spoke softly as he reached across the table top for you, “What ails that beautiful face of yours so suddenly?”
Palm up you could trace the creases and wrinkles of that familiar touch if you wanted. But thoughts swirled. Devious as they were. You found him in the slums for a reason. You. Not his eroded idea of a family.
“It’s just...” You feigned the perfect sigh. Lips dipping from a pout to a frown. Eyes cast aside like you just couldn’t bare to look at him. You held that look for a moment before throwing it away with a shake of your head, “Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”
Blue eyes ignited with that old chipper look. Francis all but rejected your words and took your hand in his instead, “I know this isn’t the work we poured countless nights into. But I can assure you, the three of us can rebuild the Guild. Into something unstoppable.”
Taking it a step further. You clasped your fingers over his hand. Reaching out with the other to find your fingertips tracing loosely up the top of his hand when you felt Francis tense and then relax under your attention, “...resilience to the Guilds good name is not what worries me.” A second to let your words set in. Before looking up so your eyes could meet his own. Refraining from tears you still looked as saddened as could be, “What worries me is you.”
“Me?”
“You.” Squeezing his hand. Only to find Francis returning the gesture. Your light touch traveled further up his arm until you were drawing faint little lines down his forearm with his eyes entranced by your work, “You worry me. All this and...I just think about making you happy. For what is happiness but oh so fleeting.”
“Finding the book would make me happy. Giving my darling Zelda what she wants would make me the happiest man alive.” Francis, still clutching your hand, tried to shake off your worry with the same thing that had fueled him for years.
A slow blink and a dip to your lips, you shake your head, “Only as your dearest friend, I worry about what you want Francis. I worry that...no, never mind.”
“Worry what?” He leaned in earnestly over the top of the table.
You let him marinate in the silence for a while. Knowing well that he’s hooked and with so much time to spare. Louisa hadn’t be a bother for hours from now. And he was all but eating out of the palm of your hand like the old days.
“...I worry about what you need of course.” You answer truthfully. Letting go of his hand just to lean forward as well. A ghosting touch up over his forearm. Only to come and pat down the pleat of his button down as the two of you sit within inches of each other now, “The things you need to stay happy. Be it the book or- well- a reminder of how loved you are.”
Francis blinked, “How- loved?” He hadn’t heard those words in years.
They were gut wrenching in fact. Clawing at the pits of his memories. Nothing in recent, no, nothing in any memory he still had reminded him of who made him feel loved. Searching his mind for even a fragment of that love you spoke of. He turned up empty handed when Francis realized there wasn’t a fond memory with even his darling wife. Tainted with sickness and death for longer than he could remember. Among them all the only fragments of decency he could recall. Were with you of all people.
Your hand had come to brush down the other pleat of his shirt. When Francis reached up and pressed your palm flat against his collar bone. Only surprising the two of you a little bit.
“...I’ve forgotten what it feels like it seems,” His voice low when his blue eyes couldn’t even meet your own, “...The last time I recall anything even resembling that I...I believe I was with you.”
Hand shifting from just the collar of his pressed shirt. Your palm came up against his neck. Cupping part of his face as Francis leaned into you and his hand grasped for yours in almost desperation, “That night in England.”
“Your dress was brilliantly stunning.” Francis smiled weakly but refused to look up.
“How could it not be when I took your suggestion?” You swiped your thumb over his pale jawline, “We danced, we ate such wonderful food.”
“Drank only the finest wines.” He echoed the same shared memory.
“And talked,” You said softly, Francis finally looking up from the table to you right next to him, “We talked until we saw that very first sun rise on the English country side.”
“Like a green like on the bay’s surface.” Francis felt a tug in his chest. Bringing him only closer to you as the kotatsu was no longer what separated the two of you, “Telling me everything would be worth it.”
“Was it worth it?” You ask genuinely.
The two of you. Alone. Hardly any money between the two of you. And still the feeling was as rampant as it had been surrounded in everything money could buy. Something this fleeting was priceless even to the richest man in the world.
Francis leaned in. Though he was the one to press his lips to yours. Nothing about his offer spoke of assurance to the once great Fitzgerald. Instead is sung of sweet need that only you knew dwelled inside him.
Returning the kiss with vigor. A real green light. Your hands came up to cup his face just as Francis clung to you for more. Kiss turning heated. With nothing emotionally left for either of you to explore over the years. The only thing really left to find out was each other’s touch.
Moved away from the futon covered table. Francis leaned back as you took over. Willingly giving his all to you as lips locked for a heated kiss that didn’t dare be broken. Moans filling the air when a simple exchanged lead to his tall frame under you.
Straddling his lap with your thighs. Changing him like a bird before you and only you. Hovering above the seated man as you could feel his adam’s apple bob with the moan he swallowed just to keep from breaking the kiss. Thumb running over his throat just to feel his pulse thud against your fingertips. He really would understand being loved.
“Let me love you-” You broke the kiss he desperately clung to. Francis leaned back into you to find meaning to your words but you stopped him, “But first, tell me you want me to love you.”
Half lidded eyes already drowning in the touch you gave him. There was a second Fracnis was sure this wasn’t right. But when you swiped your fingers over his cheek and cupped his so close to you. He was ready to spend a fortune again just to feel you.
“I do.” He managed with his hands gripping your sides, “I do want nothing more than to know what love is like. Please-”
There was no need to make him beg. Or humiliate himself. Or any of that. All you needed was him.
Kiss renewed for even more. Your hands busied themselves with undoing his buttons. Francis mirroring those actions as well as the two of you stripped the other down like love drunk honeymooners. Neither of you could be naked quick enough until Francis had rid you of your bra and he was stripped of his shirt.
Quick to embrace each other and never falter on the kiss. Now as your breasts pressed into his chest. And tongue tasted the sweet poor man’s taste on your lips. It was obvious Francis needed more than just a heated make out session to be loved.
Tented in his tawny pants. Seam pressing against the straining tip of his cock. When one gentle touch left the side of his face. To pursue the thing between you both. He was about to protest when your touch returned but this time lower.
Gripping his cock through his slacks. Rubbing against him as you made a show to rock your hips in time with the way you squeezed his cock. All but swallowing the moans passing his lips when Francis finally tipped his head back unable to keep it together.
“Let me love you...” Was all your mumbled against his throat as you peppered the sensitive skin in kiss. Busy with freeing him from his pants.
This was still no school boy you were playing with. His touch adept to a woman’s body. One he craved so dearly. He found it working in his favor to get you out of your bottoms entirely as you freed him from his pants.
Dripping with precum. Not sure the last time he was touched in fact. Francis caved into your body as he could hardly keep his hands from shaking. Taking you in his arms and pulling you to him as he tried to find his mouth against yours while still mumbling, “Please.”
Just hovering enough so he could feel the movement in your lips. You moved along his lap until hips aligned and your aching core was only moments away from meeting his drooling cock, “I will love you more than anyone in this world.”
With little help you slipped him inside. Warm welcoming twitch of your cunt drawing the lewdest moan from the grown man. He buried his face in your neck simply to leave a trail of kisses as he desperately sought your lips. Each inch sinking into you filling him with more and more warmth. A feeling he hadn’t recalled having in ages. And certainly a feeling that drowned out the rest.
When your hips finally came to settle in his. Savoring the twitch of his cock buried inside you for the first time. Juices seeping around his base as you finally brought yourself to look at him. Forehead pressed to his and hands holding his face. All while Francis clung to you like he would loose it in an instant.
“Just as sweet as the first time you kissed my hand.”
“Even sweeter than the first kiss you left on my cheek.”
You can’t help the moan escaping you as you move on him. Feeling his cock stir up your insides and press against your deepest parts. Even more so than you could ever fathom. Like he was meant for you. Your shaky breath against his lips was all you needed, “This beats the evening in England.”
Breath caught in his chest when you purposely moved. He dug his fingertips into your supple sides and pressed his forehead against yours as the feeling consuming him felt warmer by the second, “This beats anything and everything there ever was.”
Moving to fuck yourself on him. Just the deep rut up his hips when he tried to meet your own. Francis’s cock brushing against your sweet spot just as your walls clenched and trembled around him. Neither of you able to catch much of a breath as the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the space between you.
Helped with his broad hands on your sides. And your weight brought down with every movement of your hips on his. He drew out moan after moan with his cock hitting against your twitching walls. As he was in no better shape. Each time you tightened and took more of him. It felt like simply both of you would melt away until one of you gave in.
“Let me- Let me replace all those awful memories-” You panted against his lips. His own hardly together as he desperately tried to kiss you even as he rutted into you, “Give you new ones. Ones we can have together.”
“But my wife-” Francis all but drunk on you still clung to the last little bit of fleeting guilt stuck in him.
“Who left you for dead- Who took your money- Who couldn’t let you grieve?” You grabbed his face in your hands. Moving your hips best you could as you made him look at you, “Give me all your sorrows. Give me all your lost dreams. Let me make them into something beautiful for you- And only you.”
Choked with the lump in his throat. Francis could only steal a brash kiss from you when his hips snapped up. Understanding exactly what you meant. No clearer green light to him than the way your hips met his just as he bottomed out in you.
Cock twitching inside you. Over shadowed quickly with the gush of warmth filling you. Every last drop he’d shared with no one. Given to you as Francis pulled your hips down on his and emptied every last drop of cum into you he could.
Dripping around his base. Seeping from your overstuffed cunt. Cum soiling even your deepest areas. When you both finally found a breath was the second you held him closer to you than you had before. Pressing a kiss to his forehead as only a little cum drooled from your cunt still stuffed with his cock.
“Worry not...this will never be fleeting. That I promise.”
Tw: yandere? Overstim, praise, dirty talk, oral (fem) kidnapping?? Blood(bitting and claws) spanking, public sex?
Summery: you accidentally let in Francis’s doppelgänger, but he didn’t seem interested in shedding blood..
a/n I wasn’t expecting so many ppl to vote for yes, I hope you enjoy this fic<33 I hope I did justice for ya’ll
Tag list: @mlkyshxrtcke for my angel<33
Artist: mekkerburner on x
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Your job was fairly easy, call D.D.D if a doppelgänger was trying to get in. Most of the time they didn’t exactly try to fool you, easily noticeable details about them.
Flaws like their eyes different or even the information being so messed that it’s just embarrassing. But once in a while they’ll give you a challenge, small details that could fool you if you weren’t fully focused.
You had a good reputation for your neighbors, some were more friendly— happy to chat with you. While others just wanted to go home, ignoring your presence unless necessary.
You couldn’t blame them, but I’d be nice to thank you for risking your life everyday for them! You may have a little crush on Francis, although he only consisted of being tired and delivering milk.
But he was actually super sweet! He greeted you, tried to engage in a conversation with you, flashed you a little smile, and even left little poems!
“Leaves of an oak sway side to side, flowers bloom to impress wanders, birds hum their lovely tune. I feel like a flower blooming in my heart, I wonder why…” you’d read over the poem over and over, still your unable to figure out what the message is.
It seemed like he knew that you had a crush on him, that’s why a doppelgänger could easily get in if they played their cards right. Francis came in, as usual holding a milk carton.
He seemed a little off today, too flirty and too knowing. His gorgeous eyes stared into yours, drinking in every single reaction you gave.
Though his eyes were black they were gorgeous, shiny in the dime light. You tidied up loose papers, boredom clouded your mind— that was until a familiar face showed up.
Francis! Your heart beated faster, one glance of him is able to make you weak. He did sweet gestures like you leave a container of milk along with a sweet poem, though it wasn’t good or still made you blush.
He flashed a smile, it seemed different though. You didn’t think too much of it and allowed him entrance, easily fooled by love.
Reading the report you noticed that it marked one Doppelgänger got in, strangely nobody was killed” odd. The lights started to flicker, the room was getting dimmer. You could barely see in the dark room, squinting.
It was a struggle to get your stuff, suddenly clawed hands covered your mouth tightly. You freeze in terror, shivers go down your spine, your eyes darting around the room to find anything to help you out of this situation.
The claws were below freezing, goosebumps start to prickle on your skin. You could feel their breath in your neck, puffs of heat hitting your neck.
“Mm, I should thank you for letting me in, love” a distorted voice whispers in your ear, it sounded like Francis.
Now that you think of it, Francis wasn’t on the list today. Francis seemed odd, he was more teasing and was flirty.
He sent you tiny smirks every time you looked up at him, it was like he was trying to make you flustered. Every wink made your head shut down, you didn’t think so much of it.
How could you be such an oblivious fool? One simple mistake could lead to another massacre, many lives were in your hands yet, a doppelgänger is behind you at the moment.
The doppelgänger licks a wet stripe on your neck, groaning at the sweet taste. You whine, a thin sheet of saliva coating your neck.
His tongue wasn’t normal, nor by human standards at least. A forked tongue, long, the saliva was thick. a weird slimy texture to it” it made your neck tingle, desperate for more is his touch.
His other clawed hand reaches under your shirt, squeezing at your soft mounds. The softness pouring out from his hand, his cold hands made more goosebumps appeared— nipple hardening at the change of temperature.
“He couldn’t treat you like I could, I am the better mate for you. I’m a Francis you deserve and will get” he growls, jealousy dripping from his tone.
So he does know of your crush on the quiet milkman, how ironic. His hands squish at your plush hips. You surprised yourself, you wanted more of his rough hand but soft touch.
He slowly removes his hand from your mouth, testing if you would scream for help. He chuckles when you whine for more of his touch, he’ll happily accept that sweet invitation.
“Mmh, so beautiful my little dove” makes me want to devour you. Will you let me devour you, hm?” He mumbles, his eyes glowing in the dim room.
Now that you're closer to him, you do notice something on his white shirt¦ a blood splotch. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, licking at your lips.
You allow him, relaxing into your chair as his tongue swirls around yours. His hand flicks at your nipples, you moan into the kiss. A thin string of saliva connects you both as he pulls away, you huff” your lips swollen from his restless attack on them.
He buries his head in your neck, sharp teeth digging into your neck. You gasp, tensing up at the
feeling of his teeth sinking down.
His tongue swirls around the puncture, his salvia numbing the area. The pain felt like it was washed away, something in salvia was able to do this.
He rips your uniform off, shreds of fabric fall onto your lap and on the ground. He grins at the sigh of your perky breast, begging for more of his attention.
His hand fondles at your breast, while he occupies himself by swirling at your nipple. You moan in pleasure before shrieking,did he just bite your breast?
“H-hey!” You whine, pouting.
He chuckles darkly, coating the bite mark with his salvia as a numbing feeling washes over you again. There was a large bite mark around your nipples, and it doesn’t look like it was going away so soon.
He continues to nap down your body, spreading your thighs over his broad shoulders—his claws poking at the soft flesh of your thighs. He shreds the rest of your clothes, drool seeping from his lips—seems like he’s been eager for this.
You wouldn’t lie that you were a tad nervous, after all your about to get fucked by a doppelgänger—they never said anything about this, so maybe your good? Yeah, no, you're probably going to get fired for this if they figure this out.
He laps at your cunt, he really did mean that he was going to devour you. He groans as the sweet taste of your juices melts on his tongue, his tongue swirling around your clit.
He takes the bundle of nerves in his mouth, sucking on it before letting it go— a wet pop sound fills the room. He eagerly swirls his tongue around your tightening hole, drinking in the juices that oozes from it. You gasp, his tongue pushing through the restraints of your body—poking at sensitive parts.
His grip tightens on your thighs, keeping you there for his mercy. His tongue grazes at your sweet spot, rubbing at the area. Your moans and whines fill the room, your fingers going through his hair—taking off his hat and putting it on your head.
He chuckles, pulling his tongue from your heat,watching you flinch.
“You can have it, it’s all yours. Just like how you're mine, my dear” he says, two of his fingers sink deep into your core.
Your mouth goes wide, feeling his fingers stretch you open. He gently thrust inside, his tongue working on stimulating your clit.
You try to squirm away in pleasure, gasping when he buys at your thigh—a silent warning of what was to happen if you didn’t sit still. He went back to rolling his tongue around your clit, his fingers thrusting fast inside your body.
Just as you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out and backs away from your engorged clit. You groan, glaring at him.
Frustration filled you, shakily you reached down to your clit, a poor attempt to make you cum. He stops you from reaching your slit, picking you up from the chair— tossing you over his shoulder.
A harsh slap was placed on your ass, stinging pain. You flinch, glaring at the back of his head.
“Mmh, I’m not done with you yet, don’t even think about trying to escape me, love” he chuckles, dragging you deeper into the dark where nobody could see the lewd actions you would indulge yourself in.
He suddenly changes positions, having both of your legs placed into hand—your slit spread wide open. You wrap your arms around his neck, instantly clinging onto him.
“Go on, take of my pants, little one” he says, smirking devilishly as you watch you slowly fiddle with his pants.
His cock throbs in its restraints, precum staining his boxers. You pull down the last of his clothing, his cock springs up—smacking against your clit.
You moan quickly, getting his cock slick with your juices.
“Just like that love, go ahead. Don’t keep me waiting, didn’t you say you want some of my milk?” He asks, his eyes watching your movement quietly
You sigh, taking a deep breath as you guide his cock to your oozing hole. You groan, his length sinking inside your both.
The way it drags across your walls is delicious, along with his groan— more heat pools at your core hearing it. More of his length sinks into your body, your brows furrowed in concentration.
You bite your lower lips, trying not to be too loud. You muffle a moan when he snaps his hips up, the rest of his cock fills you up.
You both groan, feeling how good it was to be connected with each other—you felt filled to the brim.
“God, your so right and warm around me.. fuck! I’m going to fill you up with my milk, fill you to the brim” he groans, gently thrusting in and out—slowing you to adjust to the pace.
His cock massages your walls, his tip bumping gently on your cervix. You moan out, attempting to swirl from his grip.
“You're not going anywhere” he scoffs, picking up the pace.
Your moans fill the room, the sounds of his balls slapping on your ass, and his occasional grunts and groans. Your juices drip onto the ground with every thrust, the sound of squelching reaches your ears—making you blush in embarrassment.
Francis kisses your lips, his hips moving faster. Your juices stain his cock, dripping down to his balls. His tongue dominates you, your head is too foggy to even put up an effort—allowing him to take what he wants.
His cocks jabs as your sweet spot, making you tense up. You pull from his lips, your moans getting louder. You go stiff, drooling, cumming around his cock, a ring cream forms around the base of his cock.
“Mmh, look at you making such a mess all over by cock~ Such a naughty girl” he chuckles, kissing at your neck.
The feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft makes his cock twitch, desperately wanting to fill you up. He wanted to give you everything he has, his cock twitches again.
“Fuck.. your getting tighter, where do you want me love?” He asks, licking stray tears on your cheek.
“Inside, please cum inside me!” You whine, maybe it was overstimulation making you say stuff like that.
“Anything you want, love. I’m going to fill you to the brim” he grunts, his hips stil.
Ropes of hot cum spurts inside you, thick cum filling you up. You huff, wrapping your arms around his neck as more cum spurts inside your core.
He moans, sighing in pleasure as gently removes his cock from your core. His cum slowly drips from your hole, dripping onto the ground.
“Tsk, you let some drip out, let’s keep going. Let’s keep fucking until we give him..” he says, his cock slowly hardens again— rising up, pressing against your clit.
You gasp, looking down to where your lower half were.
“I’m not done with you, let’s keep going.. you can take more, right?” He asks, you nod your head eagerly.
Your mind was only filled with thoughts of him, you guide his cock back inside your cunt. Sobbing in pleasure as it glides through your hole, pressing against your g-spot.
You sob in pleasure, he instantly starts roughly fucking your body. Salty tears drip down your cheek. You whine, cumming around his cock again— your leg shakes. A couple of more thrust, more of his cum fills you up—leaving no spaces left in your womb.
“Mmh, get pregnant, full of my babies. You did so good~” he says, kissing at your swollen lip.
He holds you princess style, kissing your cheek again.
“Your mine little dove, we’ll continue our little encounter later” he says, his steps fading as the sounds of rushed footsteps are heard.
Burst of D.D.D members glance around the room looking for the missing worker, no traces of them left.
