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spicyspiders · 24 days

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Francis Mosses x male reader smut

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This is role reversal where the reader is a milkman and Francis is the doorman. I wouldn’t say this is as dark as the fic with him I just posted is, but it’s still pretty dark. Francis uses his position of power/authority to preform a cavity search on the reader.

“Come with me, sir,” the man says from behind the window before a metal shutter falls, making you jump at the suddenness.

A door near the window opens, giving you a full view of the man. He looks bored and tired all at once, which you can’t really blame him for. You got bored too, delivering bottles of milk all day. Speaking of, it made you roll your eyes to be interrupted from your job, you had work to do.

You follow the man to a door that matches the one you just walked through. Instead of the hallway like the previous door had opened to, this one instead opened to a medical examination room. Why the fuck was this back here, you wondered.

“Lean forward with your hands against the wall,” the man said. At your look of unease, he gestured to the empty counter, “you can set that down right there.”

“Is this necessary?” You asked as you set the carrier down. The bottles were already sweating with condensation. You didn’t have time for this.

“Yes sir. I am just trying to make sure I can properly verify you,” the man says. You feel the heat of his body behind yours first before his hands are on your body, patting you down.

You had never been pat down before, and sure as hell didn’t expect to be while on the clock. It felt invasive, while also oddly intimate at the same time.

“May I take this off?” He asks, his hands on the sides of your hat. After you give a stiff nod, he pulls the hat off with much more care than you expected of him. “I will also need you to take this off.”

You gasp when you fill his hands on your hips, “I don’t think that’s necessary,” you respond, swatting his hands away before you turn to lean on the wall. You wished it would somehow open and swallow you up and take you away from this weird fucking situation.

“Sir,” the man says, looking like he’s using everything he has to keep from rolling his tired eyes. “I’m just trying to do my job,” he says calmly. “It will only take a few moments.”

Your eyes nervously look away to keep from having to make eye contact. Francis his name tag reads. When you’ve mustered up the courage to look back into his eyes, the man still standing there patiently, you nod.

“Once you’ve taken your pants and underwear off, sir, bend over the front of the examination table.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as you slowly pull the bottom half of your clothing off, your shoes going first. You don’t make eye contact with the man again as you place your clothing into his open arms.

The only thing you can do is do what the man asks and lean over the bed, trying your best to not crinkle the loud paper. Your mouth stays shut, even after you hear what sounds like the man rifling through your pockets.

You jump when a gloved hand comes into contact with your hip. You’re too in your own head to even register the way that the man says your name like he’s trying to calm a spooked animal. “Relax,” Francis commands softly, “this will go much smoother if you’re relaxed.”

You are able to register when he speaks next, “good boy,” he says, hating how the praise makes you feel better, if only a little.

Once again, you jump when one of his gloved fingers circles your hole, “my apologies for the temperature,” Francis says. The finger pushes in slowly, and as it does, your teeth sink into your bottom lip to keep from letting out the noise that you already feel growing in your throat.

“You’d be surprised where people hide things to try and sneak them in,” Francis says, letting out a humorless chuckle.

“You’ve had to do this before?” You ask, finding your voice before he presses his finger into that spot of pleasure you’re afraid he’ll find. You already feel embarrassed enough, you didn’t want to add getting a boner to that.

“It’s what I’ve heard from others,” he says as his finger goes deeper, “I was told to use any means necessary to complete my job correctly.”

So he’s never done this before? You wanted to ask before your fear becomes a reality as his slick finger finds the bundle of nerves that has pleasure shooting straight for your soft cock. You didn’t know what Francis was thinking he would find, but it seemed he found what he was hoping to find.

Your forehead, slick with sweat from nervousness falls to the bed as you try and do whatever you can to stifle the sounds that fall from your lips. However, Francis makes them tough to hide as he focuses in on the spot.

“No need to feel embarrassed,” he says, “another thing that I’ve heard is feeling pleasure is not unheard of during a cavity search.” His finger presses into the spot before the pad rubs over it, again and again. “In fact, it’s quite normal.”

Before you can bite too hard into your lips and pierce the skin, you let up and let the moans fall free from your mouth.

“I assume it does feel good?” Francis asks, dragging his fingers of his other hand down your taint until he can run his gloved fingers down your half-hard cock, “if this is anything to go by.”

“Yes,” you whisper, lifting your head to rest it on your arm. You spread your legs further for the man, and the noise of approval he makes goes straight to your cock.

“May I add another?” Francis asks, pulling his finger free.

”Yes,” you repeat.

With two of his fingers pressing deep into your body, you’re much more vocal than when you just had the one. You whine against the burn from the stretch of his two fingers, a pain that Francis alleviates when his fingers find your prostate again.

“Better?” He asks, not sounding bored, much to your surprise. “Would you like more?”

”I don’t know,” you sob as his fingers alternate between pressing against your prostate, and spreading to scissor you open.

“C’mon,” Francis chuckles darkly, “I know you can take it.”

”Please,” you whine, your hard cock aches between your legs. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. Was it for Francis to make you cum and get rid of the ache? Was it for him to stop and let you walk out on shaky legs to finish the rest of your deliveries?

”Shh, I know exactly what you need.” He whispers into your ear after he’s leaned down. What comes after the sound of his voice is the sound of a zipper coming undone.

You go tense at the feel of the blunt head of Francis’ cock at your hole. The sound of the man slicking his cock up hits your ears before it abruptly ends and his hands are wrapping tightly around your hips. Just from the feel of the head, you didn’t think just two of his fingers would be enough, but you still waited with bated breath.

You both groaned when Francis pushed in, just as slow as he did with his first finger. He doesn’t stop until his hips come into contact with your ass and his cock has carved its place inside your body.

“You walk around in that uniform,” Francis breathes into your ear before he’s pulling his cock free until the wet, spongy head is kissing your hole, “how could I not bring you back here,” he says before thrusting back inside.

The pain of the stretch from his cock is nearly too much, but the pleasure that overtakes that feeling when his cock hits your prostate makes it all worth it. It only takes a few thrusts for the pain to be a thing of the past, the only thing you’re left to focus on is the pleasure the man behind you is giving to you.

Though, giving would probably be the wrong word. You think the word hammering would be the better word as the slap of skin-on-skin echoes throughout the space.

Francis’ balls plap against your ass as yours draw up tight as your edge approaches. The only warning you can give is a jumble of noises, but alongside those noises is the flutter of your hole around Francis’ cock, which you assume is enough to warn the man before you clamp down on his cock as your orgasm rushes through your body.

From behind you, Francis moans from the stimulation to his cock. One of his hands releases the tight grip on your hips to go down to your cock to tug at your cock to get more of your cum out.

You collapse down onto the examination table, the paper wrinkled below your body. Your hips came into contact with the mess you made from your cock, making you glad that you wouldn’t have to clean the room afterwards. It made you wonder who would, and if they would come in before or after the smell of sex was gone from the room.

The hard cock pounding in and out of your hole came to a halt moments after yours had gone soft. It gave a valiant twitch as the man behind you moaned, knowing that his cock was pumping you full. In fact, it didn’t take long after Francis pulled out for his seed to start leaking from your hole.

There’s no way you were going to be able to look at your uniform without thinking of what you’ve just done. Hell, you’re going to have to burn the one you currently have and then request another one, but even then, the sight of it will be a reminder.

You hear the sound of Francis’ zipper, and then the sound of his shoes on the floor. The sound gets closer minutes later before you feel a wet, warm cloth between your legs.

“Easy,” he murmurs at the soft sounds you let out when the cloth runs over your sensitive hole and soft cock, “I’ve got you,” he says, one of his hands going back to your hips to hold you in place as he wipes you clean.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” You ask as you raise yourself up after the man steps away again.

“Yes sir. Thank you for your cooperation, you may now get dressed.”

#x male reader #x male reader smut #milkman x male reader #milkman x male reader smut #francis mosses x male reader #francis mosses x male reader smut #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses

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missouki · 30 days

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𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓶𝓪𝓷

nsfw : save the cow or milk the milkman? Doppelganger or not, you still choose to milk him.

a/n : decided to make a nsfw fanfiction for the milkman, i feel like edging everytime i see a fan art/edit of him.

Blood that had dried up on his clothes that were now on the floor and his milkman hat on top of your head. He groans as he lays his head back, you wrap your hands around his neck as you bounce. You were practically milking the milkman, you let him suck your tits as you make an orgasm and paint your walls white.

His cock was coated in white cream, he stares at your bouncy breast while his hands focuses on rubbing the bulging point in your stomach. Your velvet walls were sore from all the friction, the milkman feels you slowly closing your leg. His veiny hands grab your thighs in an attempt to prevent them from closing, "You will keep up with me and stop when I want to.."

Your nails dig through his back to scratch it as your legs wrapped itself around his waist. Your back makes contact with the cold wall, the milkman gropes your ass cheeks as he lets his cock travel deeper inside you with each thrust. You can feel a flood of cum slipping out of your hole and falling down the floor, his thighs were messy with white cream and your cunt was clenching everytime his dick moves in and out.

You lay flat on the floor with your bare pussy, the milkman bends you over and pulls your body closer to him. He inserts a finger inside your pussy "It's still wet, let's continue~?" He says inserting another finger to feel your slimy walls. You roll your eyes back, if he lets his long veiny fingers travel deeper, he could already reach that g-spot. He pulls it out as he spreads your folds and pushes his cock inside you, this doggy position has you going feral. His dick was hitting it and you could already feel yourself making an orgasm again.

The milkman was surely enjoying himself. Watching you bounce his cock, spreading your legs for him, and your bouncy breast that tempts him. You were already on the verge of crying from pleasure, he holds your legs up as he lets his hip do the job for you. Each thrust has you whining and milking on his cock, your soft pussy was blushing and making squelching sounds everytime he rams it inside fully. The milkman will come back again for delivery tomorrow~

#francis mosses #milkman #milkman x reader #that's not my neighbor #male insert #male x reader #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #tnmn

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shockedemojiatsv · 28 days

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▪︎■☆ Новое Mолоко 🐮🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: New Milk)

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ male! subtop! Francis Mosses / male! dombottom! Reader

☆ overstimulation if ya squint a lil, milking, breeding, dumbification, passing out, belly bulge (If your not into this, look away!! 👻👻)

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis (translated from google translate and research for needed accuracy, however, any form of critique or correction definetely is allowed!)

☆ short (I think???)

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

You and Francis had a thing. And, fuck, for a minimum wage worker who barely gets any kind of rest at all, he's fucking good at what he does. He's a big fan of milking. Not his job, no, he could rant about how shitty it can be despite not wanting to get a new one (A/N: so real) but he's a fan of milking. Just the other kind of milking.

The first tim you two had sex, he was pretty sheepish about it, yeah. He didn't know if you prefered topping or bottoming so he settled for a handjob. You did the same as well. Until you both got used to each other and realized that he was pretty flexible. He'd do whatever you'd want to do, whatever you had in store, as long as if it wasn't too much for either of you. He loves fucking but he surely isn't a sex devient. Somewhere in the middle. Pliant to whatever you to had planned. But recently, he may or may not have discovered a new kink. Somethig that made his legs flex and his stamina increase and the gooey, warm, and fuzzy gears in his head grind back to life to keep on going. The last time you two had sex, there was now no condom, and he was pounding you into the bed that you swore Isaack would definetely send a formally written complain, persuasive enough for the both of you to not have such intense, hot, steamy sex for the next few months, (He's a reporter after all, have to respect the man informing the people, and he definetely has a way with words).

Humming, groaning, a little against your neck. You swore it was like a kitten, as if he was purring in a way. You pulled his hair as per usual and with a louder grunt his dark brown eyes roll up just a slight and flutter, closing shut as he fills you to the brim with his warm baby batter. Shaking, sweating, and biting his lip when he just keeps on cumming until theres nothing more to give. Or is there?

What he didn't expect, was when you suddenly whispered in the midst of him balls deep inside you,

"Thats it... good boy, you fuckin slut... Cum in me, keep milkin' yourself f'me"

Ah shit, he swore something inside of him just snapped loose. With the way he shivered violently, and as your hand loosened on his sweaty brown hair he moves again. Oh how odd, after a few rounds, the last one being penetration, he's always so tired, opting to give you a handjob or finger you if you didnt get a taste of your climax but shit. If this wasn't hot then what was?!

When you had basically degraded him to milk his balls dry you didn't mean literally, but fuck. This was so appealing, that your little milk boy had his quirks.

You look down at yourself seeing the bulge appearing on your abdoment everytime he thrusts in and god does it make you feel dizzy. Your hard dick, leaking as well just begging to cum while Francis gasps and shudders a little more, oh he looks so dumb. Trying to do as he's told. To keep milking himself. Milking himself for you. Just for motherfucking you. It keeps fuzzy sparks inside of his brain that has him smiling and drooling against your chest.

"Awe, what an adorable little cow you are... Milking your-...yourself for me... Giving me every ounce of that sweet sweet milk of yours, hmm? You wanna give me your milk Francis? You wanna fucking cum in me again?"

He feels so lightheaded that he smiles dumbly at the idea and nods as if his head is too heavy, full of warm cream. Muttering several words in russian mixed in with english as he nods slowly, trembling as his cock, still hard and moving perfectly against every spot inside of you.

"Please please please К-Куколка please... fuck fuckk- let me cum... inside... inside... cum inside please please milk me- oh... П-Пожалуйста... З-...Золотце... Пожа��уйста..."

The pathetic, brown haired man sobs. Pawing at your sides like an injured little puppy. Begging so prettily, who could deny those eyes of his? all teary and tired. Small blobs of salty water dripping down his eyebags which were now disappearing, thanks to yourself for keeping his sleep schedule normal again after years of nap malnutrition.

After a few more moments of Francis groaning so softly against your ear, you feel yourself about to cum too, and when you order it directly, he really does come undone. Panting like a dog in heat while nails dig against his back skin. All the while he buries himself deep inside of you once again and fills you up with a second load of his fluids that it's practically drooling out of your hole. You hiss as well, shutting your eyes with a shudder as your dick spurts out a thick white rope of cum, coating Francis' stomach and your chest. Fuck.

Francis pants, collapsing on you. You gently push him to the side and just watch him catch his breath. Eyes closed, skin warm and sweaty while he's still inside you. All soft. But its not uncomfortable. At least now, you definetely know how you can abuse this new found information with your lovely boyfriend.

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paymechildsupport · 27 days

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Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄

Francis Mosses x M!Reader // 😋🙏

HC's [NSFW]

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Holy smokes the THINGS I WANNA DO to THIS MAN--

(That glass is NOT stopping me 😂🙏🥛🤤)

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‘Thinkin’ about how this man’s the biggest fucking cum slut in the whole mf complex. He’s the milkman, but most people don’t know Francis doesn’t mind being milked himself.

After a long day of dropping off cartons of milk he’ll drag himself to your office at the lobby. As a doorman, you often don’t get home until very late at night— if you ever even make it home. Resigned, Francis has to come to you if he wants his thirst satiated.

He’s such a goddamn slut, whoring himself out, whimpering and fucking SQUELING as you pump his swole cock for every last drop. He whines an ungodly amount. All it takes is your strong hand wrapped around his pretty dick for Francis to be reduced to a simpering, sobbing mess. A huge crybaby too.

Like puddy in your hands, he’d make such a mess,— you’d need to lay towels down everywhere.

In your office, shutters down after a long winded day at work,— fingers expertly rubbing up and down your husband’s twitching cock, cum flowing as you physically have to hold him up lest he fall off the couch,— which has happened in the past,— the pathetic mutt shaking so much has done the small, old couch in your office in.

One time you were going down, sucking sloppily at his hard-on on the office couch when all of a sudden it broke— fucking gave out like Francis’ weak legs. While you were rather amused your husband was quite mortified, intent on controlling his spasming body.

You disliked how tense his body became during intimacy,- so much so you made sure the next time you fucked his brains out and pounded his pretty ass into the bed you made him come so hard he tore his vocal cords and felt tremors ripple throughout his entire body for the rest of the week. He never tried to deny you of his pleasurable reactions again.

[Additional HC’s <3]

He’d give you sloppy toppy under your desk while you work (just pray you can focus enough to not terminate the wrong person 😞)

Loves it when you swallow his cum and kiss him immediately afterwards; like pouncing and sloppily slamming your lips to his, swirling your tongue all around, watching him come undone at the taste of himself on his tongue🙏😋

He’s lactose intolerant

Certain men can struggle getting aroused, especially if they have a medical condition, are on certain meds, or have depression / anxiety. 1950’s and mental health being nonexistent poor darling can’t properly talk to a professional about his inner turmoils, and sometimes he struggles getting erect. No matter how much you both try, he just physically can’t. Really self conscious of it too, he feels utterly pathetic (and not in that good way). You reassure him you don’t mind, and you love him for him, as your charmingly sleep deprived milkman <3

*A/N: Dunno what it is but there’s something so attractive in pleasuring a man who can’t get erect— I read a Geto fanfiction on here about it and it awoke something deep within me. Really need to find that one again, it’s a gorgeous piece.

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6ives · 22 days

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﹑%# ☆﹒MILK THE MILK MAN﹗💭 ⠀ ꒰ francis. m x masc! reader ꒱

TW nsfw, cockwarming, doppelganger francis, sub! milkman x top! masc reader

YOUR EYES STARED at the figure before you, his eyes tired with eye bags surrounding them, shaky breaths leaving from his humpy nose. he dusted his uniform, as he apologised for not giving you his ID card.

he placed it in front of you, the only thing stoping his hand from touching yours being the glass. you took the card almost immediately— checking the info. how foolish, his name was spelled wrong! instead of francis, he wrote francies.

you bit your lips, a small smile dancing across your face. “you’ve gotta do better than this to trick me,” you smiled at his face, keeping the ID down. he was probably the last person you were gonna have to deal with— and then your shift ends, so why not at least have a little fun?

his face changes. eyes turn purple as he grunts with his sharp canines, “you think you’re funny?” he asks aggressively, “i’ve always been funny,” a chuckle leaves your lips. what could possibly happen from you teasing a doppelganger?

well, it turns out a lot can happen..

things somehow ended up with his legs wrapped around your seated figure, his face buried in your neck with your cock deep warming his walls, you plant kisses on his bare shoulder, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea— but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him.

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it in pain and pleasure. “quit movin’!” he growls, clawing his fingers in, earning a low hiss from you. yet you didn’t stop. you continued to move around the chair, your cock going deeper as his moans got louder.

“i’ll..” he starts, holding back a lewd groan, “i’ll kill you.” he huffs, voice dripping with desperation, “you’re threats aren’t gonna work on me,” your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, sending shivers down them.

the doppelganger felt humiliated, but for some reason, he felt a surge of pleasure run through his veins. he had always been so high and almighty yet hearing these words, he felt blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

he felt your cold hands snake around his waist, holding its sides as you slowly lifted his body up, “w-what are you doin’, fool?” he grunts, hands still clutched around your neck, his eyes shot open, rolling back after some time as you quickly placed him back on your cock, he lets out a groan, tightening his grip around you.

“u..you— gah!” he moans, head falling back, “its hurts!” he sniffles, tears bubbling around his eyes as his legs trembled in pain and pleasure. he broke so early, you definitely wasn’t expecting this today.

that thick ahh glass ain’t stoppin me from this hunk of a man‼️‼️💯💯🗣️🗣️🤣🤣🙏

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konosohn · 1 month

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MDNI. dom amab reader x sub milkman (that’s not my neighbor) [handjob, milking, overstimulation]

I’m only kind of joking.

The first time he ever graced the thick paneled window to your office, one question and one question only crossed your mind: what exactly are the semantics of milking a milkman? The only answer that presented itself: you’d be crazy not to find out.

“You’re the one who wanted in so bad.” You tease into Francis’ skin. The short hairs stuck along his temple brush against your upper lip.

“Mmm, fuck, I didn’t know it would be like this— Ah!” He moans out again as another orgasm shoots down his spine, his cum spattering out across your slacks. Your grip remains unyielding around his cock, your pointer finger and thumb creating an agonizing ring just below the head. He presses the balls of his feet against the tiled floor in an attempt to cope with the overstimulation buzzing through his lower body.

You take a moment to look at him. His hat sits precariously on his head, ready to tip and fall at a moment’s notice. You have half a mind to straighten it, but fuck, is it giving you a good view of him right now. His disheveled uniform, bowtie undone, dangling uselessly around the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, revealing his heaving chest. His white pants bunched around his thighs, the belt that used to hold them up now being used to secure his hands behind his back. You tsk at him.

“I think you had an idea.” You gather some spit in your mouth and let it dribble down, joining the mess between his legs.

The flush spread across his face is rivaled only by those alluring dark crescents seated under his teary eyes. You have to stifle the urge to tell him not to cry over spilt milk.

You press yourself harder against him, your knee between his legs practically lifting him onto the metal desk as you close your fist around his cock and restart your feverish pace. He leans his head back against the glass of the security window, his voice falling into a strangled pattern of whimpers and gasps. Precum seeps from his tip with every pump of your hand.

Just watching him like this has you breathing heavy. You lean down to suck at the skin of his chest, your teeth sloppily grazing over his nipple.

“Fuck, I—“

He arches his back, the buckle of his belt clinking against your desk. You can feel the veins of his cock pulse against your palm every time you squeeze him. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch his balls tighten, a single pathetic spurt of cum shooting out followed by a thin milky stream leaking down his shaft to your fist. He gasps out, legs buckling beneath him as his hips spasm into your touch.

You slow your movements, making sure to milk him for all he’s worth. Your free hand slips the tie from his neck. Before he can even process what you’ve done, a neat bow is staring him in the face from around the head of his cock. He can’t even think of a response, looking at you helplessly as you fix the buttons on your shirt. You meet his gaze with a smile that spells trouble.

“You’re on floor 3, right?”

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pandalexoxo · 2 days

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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 hate 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 broken it.”

#tnmn #tnmn milkman #tnmn fanfic #tnmn francis mosses #tnmn x reader #tnmn x male reader #that’s not my neighbor x male reader #that’s not my neighbor x reader #francis mosses x male reader #francis mosses x reader #doppleganger #d.d.d

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spicyspiders · 26 days

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something that never existed

Francis Mosses x male reader smut

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This is really dark. Francis gives the reader a bottle of milk that makes him feel funny, follows him home, and then takes care of him.

It hits you during the middle of your shift. You aren’t sure of what, but the feeling of it has grown more intense each hour since it began. Pushing through the double doors is harder than when you did it this morning, your arms feeling heavy.

The cool evening air against your skin nearly has you moaning. Your skin burns, and the refreshing air makes you want to tear off your clothes. Each step against the pavement feels heavy as you slug your way to your home. If you were a passerby, you would probably be annoyed hearing the loud sound of your shoes against the sidewalk, but even though the noise filled your ears again and again, you could also hear the quieter steps of someone behind you.

Someone fucking drugged you. Or maybe something made it through the slot in your workstation. Or maybe–

You didn’t fucking know. All you knew was that because of it, you were half-hard by the time you made it to your front door.

“Are you following me?” You asked loudly as you leaned your sweaty forehead against your door. You panted against the door as you waited for a response. You laughed to yourself as you stuck your hand into your pocket to get your keys. Great, alongside the lust, you were also going crazy.

“You looked like you needed help. So yes, I followed you,” a voice said from behind you.

Your eyebrows drew together, trying to recognize the voice. It only took a few moments to pinpoint where you knew it from. You heard nearly a hundred voices a day at your job, but there was something about the man’s voice that was different and made it memorable.

You just couldn’t remember his name though. Frank? Fraser? Frederick? You didn’t really care to try and remember his name. You had more pressing matters, like picking up the keys you had finally pulled from your pocket and then dropped on the fucking ground.

“Let me,” Frank, Fraser, or Frederick says, his voice much closer behind you. “Here,” he says, now beside you.

You hold your hand out to accept the cold metal into your palm. You hope the man will just leave as you close your fingers around the keys and the sharp metal digs into your palm, but the man stays.

“I’m fine,” you say to the man, sticking the key into the knob with your shaky hands.

“Let me at least help you get inside,” the man responds, one of his hands moves to your shoulder, while the other goes to your waist to hold you upright.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Where he touches you somehow feels warmer than the rest of your body feels, even over your clothes. His voice brings you back to earlier in the day when he showed up to the window to be let in. You thought it was pretty weird for a milkman to deliver to his own apartment building, but it definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing you saw during your shift.

“Let me in?” He had asked you earlier that day. Through the window, you could see his carrier full of milk bottles, but you could also see an extra bottle in his other hand.

“Making an extra delivery for today?” You asked as you looked over the papers he gave you.

The man didn’t answer. He must not have heard you, you thought. He nodded in appreciation when you gave his papers back and pressed the button to unlock the door. You thought that was going to be that, but the man got your attention again after you had started going through other papers on your desk.

“This is for you, actually,” he said as he held the bottle up. One corner of his mouth twitched up, making it look like for once, he wasn’t miserable.

“Oh,” you said in surprise. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to accept gifts, but took the bottle anyway through the slot under the window.

“You must get thirsty back there.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled lightly, “my mouth can get dry with all of the talking I do.”

He left after that, but you swore his eyes had flicked down to your lips before he walked through the door.

“Did you put something in that milk?” You asked, pulling the key from the knob.

Francis. You remembered as his hand went over yours on the knob. You could see the document in your head, as you tried to remember if the man with you now was the same from earlier in the day.

“Did you like it?” He asked, “I made it just for you,” he said into your ear, his warm breath puffing across your ear.

With strength you didn’t know you still had, you sent your elbow backward into the man’s chest. You thought that would be enough, but found yourself on the other side of the door with Francis on your back.

“What’d you do to me?” You moaned against the door. His weight on your back was heavy as he held you against the door. This close, you could feel the length of his cock digging into your lower back.

You let out another moan, but this time, Francis lets out one that matches yours when he grinds his hard cock into your back. His hands go to your hips to maneuver you around so he can grind his cock into the meat of your ass.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Francis says, laying his body along the length of your back so he can say the words directly into your ear.

Enough to drug you, you guessed. Whatever he gave you was enough to turn your brain to mush, and the only control you had was dedicated to pushing your ass back into his cock.

“Please,” you whined, “it hurts.” Francis lets you fall slowly to the floor and makes his way to hold himself tightly against your back. What hurts is your hard cock, but of course, Francis knows that the relief you need comes in the form of his hands between your legs.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Francis whispers. His fingers skillfully get your pants open, and then his fingers– the same ones you saw earlier today hand you his papers, wrap around your cock.

You immediately fuck your hips into his fist, much closer than you expected. You hoped that with your release, Francis would be leaving along with it. Maybe you had fallen asleep at your station and this was some fucked up dream you were having. Letting your head fall forward to thunk into your door didn’t wake you up, so it’s likely that this was real.

“You’re so wet here,” Francis says in amazement as his fingers collect the precum from the head of your cock and what had already leaked down the shaft. He hooks his chin on your shoulder before he pulls his hand from your cock, and up to his mouth.

He groans into your neck when he gets the taste on your tongue, “Francis,” you whisper, hoping that saying his name would be enough. You didn’t want to beg, after all, your hard cock should be evidence enough of what you needed.

“I’m sorry,” Francis says, kissing his apology into the soft skin of your neck. Though it wasn’t on your lips, the press felt electric. “I just needed a taste.”

His words go straight to your cock and you feel another bead of precum drip from the head, just in time for Francis’ fingers as they wrap around the base.

You cum to Francis’ long fingers around your cock and to the feel of his cock digging into your back. With his chest pressed to your back, the groan he lets out as you come undone under his hands travels through your body. It almost feels as if he’s so close that he’s a part of you and the noise comes from your mouth. It makes you feel crazy. What makes you feel even crazier though is how much you moan for the man as your orgasm courses through your body.

Francis holds your body up with an arm wrapped around your stomach as you pant against the door and come down from the orgasm that just shot through your body. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” Francis says, his voice full of promise, “it’s been a long day.”

It must be the drugs, you thought as you let him pull you up from the floor. Your soft cock gives a twitch from where it hangs between your legs. You weren’t even sure if it was worth buttoning your pants back up.

Francis was right, it had been a long day, but you had a feeling that you also had a long night ahead of you.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #milkman x reader #milkman x male reader #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x male reader #francis mosses x male reader smut

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paymechildsupport · 27 days

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REQUESTS PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Please give me your requests, m' hella bored right now and desire stimulation for my rotting brain. You can even just put a lil' something in the comments and I'll do it.

I mainly write JJK men x Reader, - smut, fluff, hurt + comfort, you name it I got it (smut for characters that are minors is not preferrable, I'd age them up).

Sukuna

Gojo

Toji

Geto

Nanami

Higurama

--> I'd be more than willing to write stuff for them 🙏🙏 any AU's accepted

(I'd also do something for the milk man too, if anyone was interested.... :3

...all im saying is..: that glass is NOT stopping me 🙏

(AFAB + AMAB READER IS ACCEPTED -- please m' willing to get down on my hands and knees to bring into creation some of the most horrendously down bad writing pieces imaginable)

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shockedemojiatsv · 4 months

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•◇☆ Shocked Emoji 🤯 ☆◇•

‼️ ☆ call me 🤯, or Mr Lil guy. I am a 19+ years old (dont wanna edit it everytime i have a birthday hahahdj,,,,). Agender. Pan leaning to men. I live in Willy Wonka's factory⁉️🤯. Spanish-Filipino. Grills like my life depends on it ☆

👍 ☆ 18+, male reader or gender neutral reader blog (rare fem content), maainlyy writing or drabbling 4 ATSV and ITSV, dddne, everything except for anything in "🤢" section.

🤢 ☆ fem reader, fetishizers, anything even slightly homophobic or transphobic, minors and ageless accounts, racist remarks, underage, [EXTREMELY DETAILED] gore and violence (cmon don't be edgy), anything related to p3d0ph¡ll¡a, z00ph¡ll¡a and n3cr0ph¡ll¡a, COD ☆

•◇☆Will write for:☆◇•

😍 ☆ Miguel O'Hara, Peter B Parker, SpiderNoir, Webslinger, Ben Reilly, The Spot, Doc Ock, Deadpool, Moonknight, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, certain Oscar Isaac characters, ETC. ☆

~☆{ MASTERLIST }☆~

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Miguel ohara

Sweet 🔞

Worship

New Years 🔞

Miguel being dominant 🔞

•~~~~~~~~~•

Ben Reilly

Puppy 🔞

Benny, baby 🔞

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Deadpool

One More, Please 🔞

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Francis Mosses

молоко (milk) 🔞

Новое Mолоко (New Milk) 🔞

『《Silly Anons》』

👤 ☆ 🤓 Anon, 🐘 Anon, 🍊 Fantanon

◇☆Miscellaneous 🫨☆◇

~ 🤯 Ask

~ 🤯 Writings

~ 🤯 Random yapping

~ 🤯 Doodles

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paymechildsupport · 5 days

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[★ - ☆] MASTERLIST [JJK and TNMN]

M' open to AFAB and AMAB reader, -- and I write predominantly with gender neutral / male readers in mind, however all genders have creative reading freedoms with my works, just because the reader is gendered opposite of what you identify as does not mean you are any less welcome to enjoy the piece

--Albert (he/him) --- REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist f'my blog (predominantly writings pieces)

~ ┊ ⋆ ┊ JJK - {Jujutsu Kaisen} .

✦▷► Satoru Gojo Gojo Satoru // ~ Midnights [JJk x Reader] –

Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –

Redeemed!Bully!Satoru Gojo x AMAB!Reader // "Gonna give you a Real Reason to Cry.." –

--+-- ✦▷► Ryomen Sukuna Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3 –

Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader // A Troublemaker's Love –

Sukuna, Sweetheart <3 // ♡ "Worship me..." –

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ!Ryomen Sukuna x M!ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ!Reader //“𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲..?”

Shameless Sukuna smut (FTM Reader)–

--+-- ✦▷►Nanami Kento Nanami Kento x Reader // [Novelty] – --+--

✦▷► Suguru Geto YAN!Suguru Geto // x Reader [Vindication] – Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader – Puppet Boy // Suguru Geto x M!Cursed!Reader –

--+--

✦▷► Toji Fushiguro Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader – --+-- ✦▷► Yuji Itadori

Yuji Itadori // x Reader [Nights with You] –

--+--

┊ ⋆ ┊ TNMN - {That's Not my Neighbor}┊ .

✦▷► Francis Mosses (Milkman) Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄 – (x male reader)

"You're not my Husband..." // Doppel!Francis x Reader 🐄🩸 – “Does this please you, Officer?” // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader –

--+--

┊ ⋆ ┊SPECIAL - {Crossovers}

Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵 –

[+more works in the future..]

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