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Help me find the fanfiction, please!
Hi, help me find a fanfiction with Francis' doppelganger and an original female character. The plot is that she is a cop, and he is a doppelganger who started working for the police, and both of them are looking for a strange criminal who brutally kills people.
got called into work for the morning so i decided to write down my list of fics that i wanna do. anything yall wanna see first?
had a dream about ted and schlatt making a documentary about a certain kink that i have and i dont think ive ever woken up so flustered in my life oh my god
thoughts on milk man from that's not my neightbor??
NAh, YALL WILDIN [Bro lives alone so he isn't getting milked like he deserves] This is pretty short- Hope yall like
!WARNING NSFW THEMES!
[Don't really like how the artist took away his hooked nose in the fanart :(]
i am down bad for the milkman
pick one
francis mosses x reader
doppelgänger!francis mosses x reader
no.
It's been a long, long while since I posted a fic. Also I've been hesitant for writing fanfics for a while because perfectionism, outside life and all that. I was quite conscious over this hurt-comfort story, but fuck it, I'm posting it here now. Hope you like it!
frail, yet brave.
a francis mosses story.
"I don't know, Francis." I murmured. "I honestly don't know what to do now."
Silence filled the entire room. Everything was dark except for the faint glow of hallway lights passing through the windows. I chose to keep the lights off tonight, and I'm relieved Francis didn't mind.
Even if I hardly see the surroundings as much, I could clearly see his brows and lips curve down into a somber expression. He's seen me like this for days—if it weren't for my tongue knotting up to say what bothered me so much to be like this, no matter how much I wanted to let it all out.
But I had to hold it until the weekend. Perhaps, by then, I'll tell him everything.
I quietly gasped when he suddenly pulled me into a hug, wrapping my body so evenly with his arms as he laid on the crook of my neck. I blinked a few times, my timid arms resting across the middle of his back.
He moved away to gaze at me again and my chest tightened at a closer look of his face. A hinting smile curved on his lips as he inched forward and carefully planted a soft, long, delicate kiss on my forehead. He parted, and kissed me there again, turning into a few more in slow intervals across it until he gradually moves down to my cheek.
Every single one of these kisses laid warmth on my skin like dabs of paint on the canvas that is my paled body. For most of the days feeling nothing, these marks of affection from his lips proved once again I could still feel something. I felt like trembling from within, hands closing into fists as I resist the urge to cry.
"Don't hold back, darling." His hand cupped my cheek like it was fragile. "Let it all out. It's just you and me."
Francis paused to gently rub the side of my face with his thumb, his eyes so full of affection and care. I couldn't bring myself to look away from it, because why turn away from something I longingly needed to see?
I quickly realized the tears blurring my vision, and the whimper in my throat and the tension of my body.
And his low, consoling hum was enough to break the dam and collapse myself onto his shoulder, holding him tight like I'm afraid to lose him.
I couldn't handle it. I just can't. Here I am emotionally shattering into pieces as I poured all of my pains, fears, and frustrations through the streams in my face and my loud, choking sobs that almost sounded like a dying howl.
"I don't understand!" I almost shouted between gasping my breaths, "I've ruined everything! I messed it all up, Francis, I swear I didn't mean to! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…" My words fade into a hard bawl.
I felt his head shake as he tightened his grip around my waist and grazed his hand across my hair, both faces laying directly on each other's shoulders.
It's surreal how incredibly vulnerable I am, at this hour, in front of Francis. My sobs were echoing throughout the silence, and the walls may have been thin enough that the neighbors could hear me, but what mattered at the moment was letting it all out.
I used to deal with all of this alone and it was a hurricane. I was scared and in pity of myself a lot, hurting my body and hurling things in rage and regret.
But Francis was here beside me now, comforting me.
Slowly but surely, the burdening weight lifted off of my chest that I was able to breathe normally. Francis left for a quick trip to the kitchen and went back, handing over a glass of water. I took it and poured the cold liquid down my drying throat, sighing as I put the glass down and looked at him.
"Feeling better, darling?" He asked with a gentle smile. I nodded in silence. He sat down and ran his hand across my skin, pulling me into a full embrace once again. I closed my eyes and savored the warmth radiating from his body, reminding me once again that I'm not in a lone, dark room, consoling myself in the way I wished someone would do so for me.
"You still have you." He cut the silence that made me look up. "And you still have me." He slightly shifted back to take the shape of my cheek. "Talk me to me about it if you can. I am here with you. Always."
3 | tell me how much you still hate me.
content warning: nsfw (lewd), porn with no plot, hatefucking, monsterfucking, doppelganger francis, dom doorman reader, anal.
a/n: saw this concept in twitter and thought of doppelganger francis and reader (im normal) also this is pretty short soz
(╬▔皿▔)╯ , `(*>﹏<*)′ , ( *︾▽︾)
as a doppelganger, Francis would've never thought for this to happen, at all.
the blinds were shut, it was nearly midnight, you could hear those sweet and pathetic sobs and whimpers from the beloved doppelganger, his legs around your waist, eyes glassy from this experience, and you weren't even done with him. you forcefully held the doppelganger's face, forcing him to look at you while one hand was firmly gripped on his hip.
you could feel Francis' nails drag down to your back, you were definitely sure those were gonna leave marks, but you didn't pay any mind to it. you never expected a doppelganger of the milkman to be so sensitive, especially when you're inside him. you were basically manhandling him, fucking him roughly as he lets out more desperate whines, moving his hips against you.
your grip on his face and hip tightens, smiling at him crudely. "where's that cocky smirk of yours fr'm earlier, dear?" you tilt your head slightly, "telling me how much you hate me and how you want to devour my body."
"mmm… ffuck you." he breathes out, making you smile even more. "you still hate me? hm? is that what you're trying to say?" you ram inside him once more, making him choke on his words. "i.. i do." he says, still breathless
"is that so? you hate me so much that you're letting me fuck you?" you let out a chuckle, your voice laced with amusement, continuing your ministrations as the doppelganger stays silent, glaring at you.
"ffuuck- please…"
"go on, Mosses. say how much you hate me."
his whole body ached. his feet were sore from walking foot to foot delivering milk, his arms hurt from carrying the dozens of bottles filled with milk. he just wanted one thing ; to go home and let it all out.
he walked through the front door and there you sat, hand over your rounded belly, humming a lullaby while reading a book. you looked divine, as usual. especially with those breasts of yours, filled with milk setting atop your curved stomach. he wanted nothing more than to hop on you like an animal and put a baby in you.
oh wait. he already did.
of course the milkman has strong "milk"
his little wife, that he won't hesitate to fill up with his milk. that much was obvious by the enlarged stomach that carried a babe. a babe that you and your husband, francis moses made.
"hello, honey!" you stood up slowly, gripping your stomach.
"how was work, my love?" you asked in a chipper voice despite the immense pain in your back and tits.
his eyes darkened, "stressful," he said leading you into the bedroom. you gladly followed him, supporting your stomach.
he leans in, kisses you on the lips. it was slow. and hot. you felt your panties soaking.
-💜anon
RAHHH I DRUNK WROTE THIS I HOPE ITS NOT HOTRIBLE
NOT HORRIBLE AT ALL OMG
I love baby fever, dad-to-be!Francis
I need more domestic bliss with him and his wife!! And when he just…admiring his pregnant wife omlll🥹🥹🥹
