#francismosses

[ghostly-lee]

All Tnmn X my style that I did ✨

[iamdespy]

A meal for the 2 gelato fans out there (me included) 😼

[cathsuki]

save a cow, milk the milkman ☝️🤓🥛‼️

[reikoknshii]

❤ Hey are you single? 🥛

Francis Mosses x Male Reader

Reader is Bi

Matthew / Reader's friend

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You're a newly hired Doorman, that was helped by your friend Matthew whos a 'Cleaning Services' of the D.D.D. to get the open slot for you.

"you're set for today, did you watched the whole tape for your first day?" Matthew asked wearing the D.D.D. hazard suit. You put on you cap and shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be easy-"

"No..it isnt, Also i know you're Bi dont get distracted by Izaack or Francis"

"Who are they?" You asked as you sat on your chair. "The big smiling News reporter man and the Milkman" Matthew said as you thought about it for awhile. "I don't see a problem-"

"You cant say that yet, you havent seen them and i know you easily fawn over 'pretty men' " Matthew said with his fingers when he mentioned 'Pretty men'. "Like you?-"

"What"

"What"

"What.." Matthew coughed and shakes his head. "Good luck Y/n, one wrong decision you and the residents are dead" Matthew said as he left you work on your first day.

..

Its been afew hours on your shift, you encountered multiple doppelgangers that looks disturbing in somesort of way, mostly you hate the one with trypophobia on its faces. You met the Reporter guy, Izaack Gauss? He wasn't that much interesting to you but he's..cute in a way.

Soon enough, while playing with the telephone line you heard a tired voice from the other side.

"mm..Hello"

Holy...cow..

You froze for abit as he slipped his ID and Entry request through the dropper for you to check.

'Fuck that News Reporter guy, hello sailor-'

You cleared your throat as you checked the files of the guy in front of you.

"Francis Mosses" you read softly as he stared at you. "Yes..thats me"

'Ohhh...this is the milkman Matthew was telling me-' you internally said to yourself as your mouth went agape. "Hey-"

"Hm..?" The tired man hummed as he keep staring at you.

"Are you single?-"

"..."

"..."

"..."

'I want to slap myself for asking that-' You forced a laugh pretending to look more further into his information. "mm..I'm divorced"

You choked on your spit as you stared up at him. "O-oh" you stammered as you checked his ID and Entry request. "Marriage didn't work out?" You asked but then again hating yourself for asking him his personal life.

"I guess....as long i get to have time with my daughter mm.."

'He's a father-'

You checked all of the list since none of the doppelgangers traits were visible. "..It wouldn't hurt to know your name?"

Your eyes widen in surprise when he asked for your name. "Me?- oh uhm...I'm Y/n L/n.." You introduced yourself as he nodded.

"mm..its nice to meet you" Francis said as he yawned. "Long day from work?" You asked with a chuckle as he nodded.

"A dog chased me down the street..must have mistaken me for a mailman"

"Pft-" you snort as you checked the last remaining list. "It was nice chatting with you Francis, you're good to go"

"..say, me and angus had a night out..perhaps you want to come tomorrow night"

"Me? Y-you sure?!" You asked shocked and happy. "mm..i don't see anything wrong with you, you seem like a great guy"

"I'd love to!" You said with a smile blushing abit for the offer, Francis went inside the apartments as you wave him goodbye.

Soon enough you closed the metal covers and immediately called Matthew on your encounter.

[necrocto]

MMM Department

[g1oba1-s1ore]

HEAR ME OUTTTT- the milkman from not my neighbor Francis “My man” Mosses SPECIFICALLY WHEN HE WAS COVERED IN “scarlet milk” 🤭🤭🤭🤭 literally hahxfagvssgshsisu so. fine.

[hallaaaauurrr]

Help

[writersp3noldacc]

···➯ 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐆! 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬  𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Getting back into writing after being gone for so long!! Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Milking the milkman, even if its his doppelganger ;)

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, gore (?).

7.08.24| 𝟏𝟔𝟖 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Clothes that are stained with the blood of humans, discarded on the floor of your office. The hat that he wore not on his head, but yours. Rocking your hips back and forth as your on your tippy toes, ‘Francis’ had his arms wrapped around your waist. You were really milking the milkman right now, letting your sensitive nipples rub against his broad chest.

His member becoming coated with your cream, as your sex drools on his length. Fingers tangling  in his hair, as you felt your orgasms approach. Slowing the movements of your hips, just for him unwrap his arms around you and grab your hips. Claws digging ever so slightly into your flesh,

“I didn’t tell you to slow down did I, rabbit?” He growled slapping your ass, before using your hips as leverage while slamming you up and down on his cock. “F-fuck, Francis!!” You squeal, “Just a little longer rabbit,” words spoken through gritted teeth. Nipping at your shoulder, before picking up the pace.