#sub francis mosses

[ncroissant]

switch! doppelgänger francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses

summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis

wc: 1.4k

content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis

author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyone’s preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!

“hhGHK-”

“can’t hear you that well down there, francie. speak up f’me?” you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldn’t fit with two hands.

another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcate’s pitiful state. “is that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“c’mon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckin’ on that…” his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. “i’m different from this loser…” he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.

“m-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!” francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but that’s what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.

you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. “don’t forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,” you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.

“yeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,” you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francis’ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.

his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.

you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. “actually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down there…” you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.

you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. “haagnh…” he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. “c-cum on my tongue, please…” he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.

“such a needy boy. always wanting more than what you’re given, huh?” you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.

“that’s why i have him. to help me discipline you,” you pulled at doppel’s bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. “c’mere francie. up on my lap,” you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.

he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.

“doppel, c’mere sit on francie’s thigh,” you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francis’ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francis’ spread thighs.

“w-what’re we doing?” francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.

your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. “just punishing you,” you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francis’ pants, palming him through his underwear.

your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francis’ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.

“o-oooH! hnnghh…w-why through my s-shirt?” he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.

you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. “gHK! y-you’re too, mnGHHK, rough!” he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.

it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.

doppel wasn’t neglecting francis’ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francis’ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copy’s sensitivity.

“feel good, francie? squirmin’ so much, hm?” you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an “o”, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. you’d tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.

“g-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhh…” he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

doppel wasn’t taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. “human dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?” he teased, making eye contact with francis. “oh look, more pre-cum spilled out!”

francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopel’s spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.

“looks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?” you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.

“same thing on my end,” doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francis’ slit.

francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppel’s inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.

“ooonghhh, ‘m c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!” he bursted into doppel’s palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.

doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. “human stamina is so pathetic. surely you’re not done now?” doppel leaned down, lapping francis’ cum with his monstrous cum.

“UGHK? i-i jus’, hic, came…hnnn…” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppel’s mouth for additional friction.

“show me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,” you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.

his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. “that’s not how you show me, is it?” he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.

francis’ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.

“such a perfect boy f’me,” you praised, ruffling his locks. “so good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?” you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.

‘e-EUGH! yesyesyes…i can take it, hngh!” he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.

“good boy,” you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.

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#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #x reader #that's not my neighbour #ncrescent

[shockedemojiatsv]

▪︎■☆ 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... Пожалуйста..."

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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[rodolfoparras]

Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)

Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader

Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow

Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.

Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.

Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.

Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.

“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.

His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.

“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.

Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.

So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”

A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”

And you’re so so close yet so far away.

He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“

“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.

“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.

There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”

“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.

With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.

Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.

“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”

This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.

It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.

Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”

By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack

“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.

Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.

“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.

It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.

“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.

“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.

Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.

“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”

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[6ives]

﹑%# ☆﹒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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[nightsadness]

Hi! I thought I'd take applications. Call me "Undertaker" (pronouns she/her) I'm 19 years old and I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm slowly learning , so far my level is A2.

I write: angst, fluff, yandere, headcanons, reactions, romance

I might write: smut, NSFW.

I don't write: yaoi, yuri, pedophilia, plots based on real murders, racism, excessive violence, coprophilia, incest.

Mortal Kombat

Bungo stray dogs

That's not my Neighbor

Mortal Kombat:

Sub-Zero (Noob Saibot/Kuai Liang/Bi-Han), Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi), Erron Black, Kabal, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Reptile, Shang Tsung, Kung Lao, Smoke, Night wolf, Rain, Fujin

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ranpo Edogawa, Mori Ogai, Kenji Miyazava, Rando (Arthur Rimbaud), Saigiku Jōno, Edgar Allan Poe, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Sigma

That's not my neighbor:

Francis Mosses, Steven Rudboys, Angus Ciprianni, Izaack Gauss.

I also write for absolutely any female characters x fem!readers (any relationship BUT NOT YURI!!!!).

#fyodor bsd x reader #mortal kombat #sub zero #bi han #mk1 #mk11 #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #mortal kombat x reader #bi han x reader #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai osamu x reader #mori ogai #kitana #mileena #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs #that's not my neighbor #that's not my neighbor x reader #kuai liang #fyodor bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bi han sub zero #scorpion #scorpion x reader #hanzo hasashi

[konosohn]

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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[mikomikumi]

Guys I was on the plane and got bored. I wrote y’all some milkman smut~

Plz enjoy

Francis mosses x reader SMUT

Warnings; Penetration (PinV), orgasm denial, dom! Francis. sub! Reader. afab! Reader.

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This day couldn’t be any more boring than it already is. The Doorman is slumped in their seat, bored out of their mind.

They heard footsteps coming up to the window. It appears to be Francis Mosses. “Mmm, hello”. The usual greeting. Nothing seems off. “ID and Entry card please?”, asks the Doorman. Francis slips the paper under.

Appearance? Normal

Description? On point.

ID? One number is off.

“Hmm, your ID doesn’t fully match the correct one we have here.” The doppelgänger that stood in front of him started to panic. “I-I think you just need to re-read it. That’s m-my ID.” Unusual, he never speaks this much. “I saw your roommate Y/N come home earlier. Let me just give your room a call”. The doorman grabs the rotary phone and rings up Francis’s room, in hopes either you or the real Francis would answer.

The day was about to get just a little less boring.

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“Ngh~ fuck, so tight~” Francis moaned. The second you had come home from the bakery, Francis snuck up behind you and tried to strip you. He had been so horny all day. His one day off and you had to go to work. The milkman needed to give someone his milk~

“Take it, Y/N. Please~ Let me fill you with my milk~ Francis moaned and begged. He pounded your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He had filled you with cream about 3 times already. Yet his cock stayed hard, throbbing for more. He gripped your plush thigh, with the other hand on your chin. Francis's tongue fucked your mouth with passion. “Mmh~ good girl”.

Your tight little cunt didn’t mind. Your legs stayed open and welcome for each thrust of his hips, for each slap of his balls against your ass. You loved him. The way he fucked you gave you life. “Francis~”, you moaned his name for the hundredth time that day. You rubbed your clit as you were on the edge of another climax. It drove his cock wild. It throbbed as he was about to cum again-

“Ring ring!” The rotary phone on the bedside locker buzzed. You reached your hand over to it when all of a sudden it was pinned to the bed. “Don’t, we’re busy”. Francis demanded, getting ready to thrust inside you again. “Francis, if they let a doppelgänger in, the building is dead!” You argued. This annoyed the milkman. He let go of your wrist. “Mmm…Fine, but make it quick. I still have more cum to pump you full with”.

Your body turns away from the milkman. His cock leaves your hole as you pick up the phone. Francis, despite the orgasm denial, had an idea. He wasn’t a huge fan of that doorman, always looking at his Y/N. Maybe he could put him in their place.

“Hello? Ah hi there Mx. Doorma-ah!”. The milkman cheekily slapped your thigh, and your body shivered. “S-sorry. Yes I’m in my apartment. My roomma-”. Francis was sick of you calling him his ‘roommate’ instead of boyfriend. The only reason you did was that it was muscle memory. Francis grabbed the phone from your hand. He used his other hand to pin you down and he started thrusting himself back into you. You let out a scream, which you quickly muffled with your hand along with the other moans.

“Mmm…yes. I’m in my apartment with Y/N”. The clapping of skin could be heard in the background. “Is that all?” The milkman asked. He pounded into you faster, as payback for not letting him finish earlier. “…yes…”. The doorman eventually answered. Francis almost threw the phone back down into its place before gripping both your thighs tight. “Now, you owe me”. He shows no mercy, holds your thighs up and full-on pounds your pussy in.

“You’re…you’re gonna take my cum inside again?…right Y/N?…you’re gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock…?”. You know it’s not a question. It’s a demand.

“Yes Francis….fuuuck~”. Your eyes roll to the back of your head while you release yourself for the 4th time today. Your body sinks into the cum-soaked sheets as you let your boyfriend take over.

“Cumming…fucking…take it” he lets out a massive groan, this cock throbs and twitches as white ropes spew into your cunt. “Yeah…good girl”. Francis slowly continued to thrust, helping ride out his and your orgasm. He almost collapses on top of you when he finishes. He lies on your chest, his cock still buried deep in your womb as he snuggles.

“Always a cuddle bug after sex” You stroked his head and placed a kiss on his forehead. Francis is now completely drained. His baggy eyes stare into yours. “So…tired…”…the milkman mumbles, drifting into a deep slumber. You decide to join him, closing your eyes. You couldn’t ask for a better way to sleep other than having your boyfriend in your arms.

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The Doorman stares at the phone in mortified awe after the real Francis hangs up. They turn to look at the doppelgänger, who is now sweating profusely. “Sorry buddy, you ain’t coming in”. The doorman lifts the clear cover of the red button and pushes it.

#francis mosses #the shit i would let this man do to me #that’s not my neighbor #smut

[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses Headcannons <3

AUTHORS NOTE; Your honor I love him. Just some silly Headcannons because the brainrot is too real (also my last post about him did really well and I was shocked about it oops)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; SFW and NSFW Headcannons, no shipping headcannons, some relationship headcannons but mostly just general things about Francis (NSFW is really big on relationship headcannons tho), MY headcannons for him, not particularly fitting into the time of That's not my neighbor but I couldn't be bothered

SFW;

Ever since starting his job as Milkman, he has started to somewhat dislike milk. Rarely ever has any at home unless he needs it to cook or bake something.

REALLY good at cooking/ baking, he lives alone so obviously he has to take care of it himself and he dislikes ordering food since he'll have to talk to someone so he just taught himself to cook/ bake.

I feel like he has some hobbies but rarely ever has the time to work on them, I feel like he's into miniature or something like that. Definitely likes hobbies that include being calm and concentrated over others.

Almost never lets anyone into his home, only if it's his partner or a very close friend (or family).

Contrary to popular belief, Francis has quite a few friends - mostly because they share his hobbies (I feel like he's the type to yap about his hobbies if someone is interested in them).

He doesn't particularly like his job, but also doesn't hate it. I think he liked it at the beginning, but now it's just tiring and boring (like honestly, being a milkman doesn't sound really thrilling, can't blame him for being tired of it).

Francis most definetly has at some point bought a plushie with the thought of gifting it to someone but ended up liking it so much that he kept it (when having someone over he definitely hides it in a corner of his bedroom to not get embarrassed).

He's the type to rarely listen to music, because when he comes home from work he's too tired and probably just passes out on his bed and on his free days he likes to just do his things in silence since it's more calming to him than listening to music while doing them.

When he does listen to music, he prefers calmer tones, maybe even music without any lyrics (or soft spoken ones).

He definetly falls asleep on the couch while watching TV. The type to pass out the second he put on some random show. Try waking him up, you won't be able to. Give him his two hour power nap.

NSFW;

BIIIIG Whiner and whimperer. Even when jerking off or the likes, he's super vocal about it. I think he's not the type to jerk off often, when he does it's because he has too much pressure built up. He's 100% loud about it though. Full on groaning and moaning if his partner were to jerk or suck him off.

He's big on praising. Always tells you you're doing good and that you're so wonderful etc.

I think he doesn't have a particularly high sex drive, but when he does get frisky (by himself or with his partner) I think he can go for multiple rounds with little to no rest. He makes up for the lack of sex drive with the amount of rounds he can go 100%.

Isn't really shy in bed unless it's a more dom/sub relationship with him being sub. I think if you told him he came too fast or that he wasn't being good for you he'd be so so embarrassed and apologise for HOURS unless you shut him up.

Loves marking. Give him hickeys, bitemarks, anything, he'll love it. Especially if you get that little spot on his neck that is just barely hid by his work uniform.

All for now because I need to keep some for the next posts :)

#francis mosses #francis mosses x you #headcanon #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor headcanons #francis mosses headcanons #milkman that's not my neighbor

[midnightsky-1]

Choke on it

|| Francis Mosses (milkman) x reader ||

|| WARNING - choking, gagging, slight breath play / deprivation, fingering, smut without plot, Dom! Francis Mosses, Sub! Reader ||

You looked up at Francis through teary eyes as he slammed down your throat.

“Fuck yes, baby you’re doing so good.” Francis groaned and you hummed around his cock.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as he slammed down your throat once again now hitting the back of it causing you to gag and tears to fall down your face.

Francis looked down at you with a smirk, he loved how well you took his cock down your throat. It was his favorite release.

He gripped your hair a bit tighter as he forced his length all the way down your throat and held you there, your nose pressing against his shaft.

You shook your head and tried pulling back to no avail.

He knew you loved the cruel behavior that he was giving you and you knew it too by the way you were drenched between your legs.

You fought against him for air and he grinned watching the way your eyes were starting to droop before he finally pulled out of your mouth with a pop causing you to gasp for air.

Breathing in air had never felt better as you stared up at Francis through your thick lashes.

“You okay?” He asked softly and you nodded kissing his tip.

“Fuck baby.” He groaned looking down at you through his tired eyes.

“You didn’t cum yet.” You said hoarsely through your sore throat as you looked up at him expectantly.

“Baby you’re going to be the death of me.” He groaned and you smiled as you gently led his hands to the back of your head once again waiting for him to take the bait again and he did slamming down your throat hard causing you to choke around him, your eyes filling with tears.

He slammed himself down your throat.

“Fuck baby.” He whined.

“Going to cum, going to fill those pretty lips up.” He whined again causing you to moan eagerly around his cock as your hands trailed down to your dripping wet pussy.

You circled it before adding a digit and then another as he fucked your throat.

“Fuck baby, you look so good like this.” He groaned as his hips jerked and stuttered and you knew he was close.

Your swirled your tounge around his shaft sucking him harder and he groaned.

You fingered yourself faster feeling your climax approaching as well as his as his cock pulsed in your moan.

He cried out.

“Please let me fill up this pretty little mouth, want to so bad, you’d look so pretty with my cum in your mouth.” He whined pleadingly before slamming himself fully down your throat causing you to choke and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He growled shoving your head impossibly deeper as you looked up at him rubbing and fingering yourself faster and soon he came and so did you in sync, both of you crying out loud except yours was muffled by his thick cock in your mouth.

When he popped his cock out of your mouth, he looked down at you expectantly and you swallowed and stuck your tongue out showing him.

He smirked in satisfaction.

“Good girl.” He mumbled before reaching gently for the hand you got yourself out and sucking your juices off your fingers, groaning.

“Now it’s time to return the favor, yeah?” He muttered in your ear with a grin.

#milkman #francis mosses #smut #smut without plot #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour milkman #suckin dick #suck my fingers #choking #gagging kink

[lullalbee]

Welcome to my blog ♡︎

hello!!!!! i have too much free time so i decided on a whim to create a fanfic blog :3 so heres the fandoms i’m in and who i write for! it’s a mess trust me.

you can also request for other characters in these fandoms that aren’t listed!! just know that it won’t be a guarantee i’ll write it

That’s not my Neighbor

- Francis Mosses (Milkman)

Mortal Kombat 1

- Johnny Cage

- Kenshi Takahashi

- Reptile

- Smoke

- Scorpion

- Sub-Zero

Total Drama

- most campers really, there’s too many to name individually, but if there’s someone i won’t write for i’ll let you know !!!

- not chris though, sorry about that 😓

Peacemaker

- Vigilante

Ninjago

- all the ninjas

Baldur’s Gate 3

- Astarion

- Gale

- Wyll

- Halsin

- Rolan <333

Life is Strange

- Nathan Prescott

- Warren Graham

- (more will be added when I finish the other games)

The Outsiders

- Most all the greasers

that’s mostly it, more will be added as I get into new things :)))

Rules

here r my rules for requesting!!!!

what i do

- x readers (any gender)

- fluff

- angst

- smut (bewarned it won’t be the best)

- ^^ continuing with that i’ll only do like non-weird kinks??? not to kink shame but i wont write scat, piss, etc.

- one shots

- headcanons

- blurbs/drabbles

- platonic fics

what i wont do

- anything that relies heavily on a triggering topic

- ships

- yandere or any of that stuff i think it’s weeiirrdd and should be romanticized

- anything involving “stockholm syndrome” or stuff of the sorts i also think that shouldn’t be romanticized

- possibly more that i’ll add to the list

thank you for stopping by !!!! <333333

#x reader #that’s not my neighbor #mortal kombat 1 #ninjago #the outsiders #baldur’s gate 3 #total drama #life is strange #peacemaker

[ncroissant]

I was feeling a little silly :3 (I wrote a whole ass fanfic on Sub! Francis Mosses :|)

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You sighed, the sound of your door unlocking echoing in the vast silence of the hallway. Stepping inside your apartment, you closed the door behind you, before taking off your coat. A breath of relief escaped your throat. Work had been particularly unforgiving today, and you were glad to finally be home and away from it all.

You hung your jacket on the hook that stood on the plain wall before you. You slipped your shoes off your aching feet, a delightful scent wafting your way. You perked up. A smile tugged at your lips. Despite the hardships you faced daily at your bore of a job, you could always count on one thing at the end of the day: your beloved husband, Francis Mosses.

“Darling?” a call resounded from the kitchen, enunciated in that tired, gravelly voice that you had grown to love.

“I’m home! Just give me a second, dear,” your response was short lived, as you heard hurried footsteps in your direction.

Before you could blink, two warm arms had wrapped themselves around you, breaking you away from the real world if only for a couple moments. And just as soon as they had appeared, they were gone. You could feel your beloved husband dutifully remove the rest of your work attire before those same warm hands guided you towards the living room.

“How was work, my love?” a gentle tone graced your hearing, followed by a ginger peck on your cheek.

You let out a tired chuckle, “The same as always,” you sighed, taking a seat on the couch, “John can’t keep his mouth shut and Mary’s always on my trail.”

There’s a droop in Francis’s tone. “That woman from HR?”

You’re too tired to speak so instead you just nod in response, the weight of your day creeping up on you.

“Well, don’t worry about that now, love,” you feel his palm cup your cheek, heat bouncing off his skin and onto your own as he turns your head ever so gently. Your gazes are locked together now; a faint sparkle in Francis’s.

“I made your favorite.” the words are uttered so softly that you would not be able to catch them if you weren’t paying full attention to him. The tenderness of the moment overwhelms you, and you can do nothing but smile at the man that had stolen your heart. He returns the expression whole-heartedly.

You feel his warmth break apart from you abruptly, and your eyes trail after Francis as he heads towards the kitchen. The aroma is much stronger now.

You can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude as you get up to follow him.

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“Hic—wait—not there-mmgf~!” your husband’s eyes roll back into his head for the umpteenth time tonight, a dizzying flush coating his body.

Your hand is wrapped relentlessly around Francis’s cock, erect and leaking uncontrollably. He lets a gasp as your thumb begins to rub over his slit, a keen clawing at his throat. Your touch glides almost painfully slow across his tip, and the poor man doesn’t know whether to buck into your touch or away from it…it’s just too good.

Instead, his hands paw uselessly at your sides. A series of hiccups escape him from all the crying he’s done, and you lap up the sounds like a man in the desert. You absolutely loved how vocal Francis was. He bites down on his bottom lip in an effort to silence his cries, flush coloring his cheeks out of embarrassment. It doesn’t work, of course.

“Ngh! F~uck…why..”

“Why what, darling?” you crooned, relishing in his state, “Use your words.”

Francis’s mind goes blank. A helpless whine leaves his mouth, and a shaky breath exits him when he feels your hand tighten around the base of his ruined cock.

He lets a sob, “Hnng! I can’t stop..leaking! S-shit~” tears begin to wet his face once again, rolling down to frame his features in a way that you never imagined up until now.

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…was that OOC—:0

imagine him falling apart in your lap, his back pressed up against your chest, squirming in your grasp...twitching with whiny moans and drool dripping down the side of his mouth with fat tears in the corners of his eyes. turning back to look you asking if he did a good job ......

AHHHHHH. u did so amazing anon, not ooc at ALL. REAL FRANCIS IS SOOOOO SUB CODED. like he's so inexperienced it hurts and it just makes me wanna UGHHHH.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #milkman #that's not my neighbour #you did great!! #love this so much. #ncrescent asks

[freetheshit-outofyou]

USS Albacore (SS-218), a 311-foot, Gato-class submarine lost 7 November 1944 of the coast of Hokkaido Japan, she was presumed lost on 21 December 1944 and struck from the Naval Vessel Register on 30 March 1945, found 16 February 2023.

The USS Albacore earned 9 battle stars, received 4 Presidential Unit Citations and was responsible for sinking at least 10 ships.

Below is a listing of the ships compliment, their names are written in memorial at the National Memorial Cemetary of the Pacific in Honolulu, Hawaii:

IN THESE GARDENS ARE RECORDED

THE NAMES OF AMERICANS

WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES

IN THE SERVICE OF THEIR COUNTRY

AND WHOSE EARTHLY RESTING PLACE

IS KNOWN ONLY TO GOD

Walter Henry Barber, Jr., Kenneth Ripley Baumer, Henry Forbes Bigelow, Jr., Edward Brown Blackmon, William Walter Bower, Allan Rose Brannam, Herbert Hodge Burch, Nicholas John Cado, John Joseph Carano, Charles Lee Carpenter, James Louis Carpenter, Pasquale Charles Carracino, Stanley Chapman, Douglas Childress, Jr., Frederick Herbert Childs, Jr., Perry Aubrey Collom, Audrey Cecil Crayton, Eugene Cugnin, John Wilber Culbertson, Philip Hugh Davis, Ray Ellis Davis, Fred Wallace Day, Julius Delfonso, James Leroy DeWitt, James Thomas Dunlap, Carl Hillis Eskew, John Francis Fortier, Jr., Gordon Harvey Fullilove, Jr., John Wilfred Gant, John Paul Gennett, William Henry Gibson, John Frederick Gilkeson, Charles Chester Hall, James Kenneth Harrell, Robert Daniel Hill, Allen Don Hudgins, Donald Patrick Hughes, Eugene Edsel Hutchinson, Burton Paul Johnson, Sheridan Patrick Jones, George Kaplafka, Nelson Kelley, Jr., Morris Keith Kincaid, Victor Edward Kinon, Joseph Mike Krizanek, Arthur Star Kruger,Walter Emery Lang, Jr., Jack Allen Little, Kenneth Walter Manful, Patrick Kennyless McKenna, Willie Alexander McNeill, Joseph Norfleet Mercer, Leonard David Moss, Richard Joseph Naudack, Encarnacion Nevarez, Joseph Hayes Northam, Frank Robert Nystrom, Robert James O'Brien, Elmer Harold Peterson, Charles Francis Pieringer, Jr., James Teel Porter, Jerrold Winfred Reed, Jr., Francis Albert Riley, Hugh Raynor Rimmer, A. B. Roberts, James Ernest Rowe, Philip Shoenthal, George Maurice Sisk, Joe Lewis Spratt, Harold William St. Clair, Arthur Lemmie Stanton, Robert Joseph Starace, John Henry Stephenson, Maurice Crooks Strattan, Earl Richard Tanner, William George Tesser, Paul Raymond Tomich, Charles Edward Traynor, Theodore Taylor Walker, Elmer Weisenfluh, James Donald Welch, Richard Albert West, Wesley Joseph Willans, Leslie Allan Wilmott, David Robert Wood

#uss albacore #uss-218 #wwii #submarine #all hands lost

[rodolfoparras]

Capture The Moment

Pairing: Izaack Gauss x Male Reader

Cw: 18+, cheating, blowjobs, sub!Izaack, dom!male reader

Wc: 2k+

A/N: I’m fully aware that Izaack doesn’t have a wife but for the sake of the plot, he now does

Synopsis: In which Izaack’s wife asks you to keep an eye on her husband since he keeps coming home late, and you’re more than happy to help

Thinking about Izaack Gauss who always seems to come home a bit late and every time he does he looks very much disheveled hair mussed and three piece practically undone and of course his wife is bound to get suspicious so she kindly asks you to keep an eye on her husband, see if you notice anything suspicious and then report it to her and who are you to deny her?

The sound of heels clicking turns your attention to the glass window in front of you and there he stands, Izaack Gauss, dressed in the simple but chic three piece he left in this morning looking a bit tired from the day but besides that nothing about his appearance raises any alarms in your head.

“Sir,” he greets with a tired smile on his face as he searches his pockets for what you assume can only be documents. “Seems that I must’ve forgotten my documents today” he continues, but despite his words there’s not a trace of remorse in his tone “Is there any other way we can resolve this?”

A laugh escapes your lips, the sound echoing loudly in the otherwise silent lobby before you go to undo the lock to the cubicle you call office. “Come on in,”

The sheepish look on his face turns into something else, smile steadily growing til his sharp molars are on full display, tired eyes becoming more alert and swirling with something akin desire as he step inside your small office space.

Well inside you see that he’s undone the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt, thick dark hairs prominently standing out alongside the pristine white fabric. He’s even gone out his way to roll the sleeves up to his elbows, showing more skin than usual. And as your eyes continue to trail lower down his body, you see the sharp silhouette of his waist, tucked into fitted gray slacks that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

Izaack was one attractive man. You had thought so ever since the very first time you saw him standing in front of the little glass window, with a sheepish smile on his face as he dug around in his pockets for documents.

And when he spoke: his voice was deep and smooth, a couple octaves lower than what you expected it to be and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would take for it to go higher.

That was of course until you saw the wedding band on his hand and his wife standing next to him.

In that very moment you had realized Izaack was a taken man. Izaack, however couldn’t care less about that.

And as if he didn’t just stand tall in front of you, said man falls to the ground. The sound of his leather shoes dragging across the floor sounds all too loud in the otherwise silent office room but you revel in the sound, leaning back into your seat as you watch the big bulk of a man crawl up towards you.

He sits like a dog at your feet, cheek nuzzling up against your clothed dick, spit soiling your slacks while bleary eyes gaze up at you.

You almost want to drag this out a bit, want to watch him pathetically suckle at your slacks, want to watch those blue eyes turn glassy from tears, face burning red as he begs and pleads for you to let him suck your dick.

Unfortunately the limited amount of time won’t allow you to do that - an unknowing tenant may drop in any second now so with a nod of your head, you watch as his ring clad hand eagerly undoes the zipper of your pants, and you swiftly lift your hips, allowing him to pull down your pants along with your briefs.

You watch his dark eyes grow wide as your cock spills out, pink tongue peaking out and wetting his lips in anticipation

“This is what you wanted hm?” you ask, one hand sinking into his dark mane of curls while the other hand grabs ahold of your now fully hard cock, nuzzling it up against his face much like he’d done earlier.

Izaack eagerly nods his head, nuzzles his face closer and you watch with intrigue as pre smears all over his cheek and chin.

“What would your wife think if she saw you like this, hm? You say and yank at his hair watching for a brief moment as he snaps out of his trance, eyes glancing down at his wedding band before falling back onto you again.

“Jesus Christ,” you, laugh in disbelief “you wouldn’t even care would you” You say as you nudge your cockhead against his lips, and you quickly get your answer as you watch the way he eagerly wraps them around the tip.

Izaack had always been skilled with his mouth , you had known so since the very first time you saw him standing in front of a camera. He was quick with his tongue when interviewing someone, flashing his sharp molars when someone tried to intimidate him and sometimes even swallowing down his pride to get the information he needs and wants.

And it’s no different when he’s down on his knees, sharp tongue dragging across your tip, trailing kisses along the length of your dick before his tongue is once again lapping at your cockhead like he can’t bear to lose the taste of you.

“Mmm fuck- just ah- just like that,” you hiss while running a shaky hand through his hair as if it’s the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

Although there’s no smile on his face , you can see the amusement in his eyes as he gauges your reactions to his touch; irises glittering as he suckles on your cockhead, sharp molars purposely grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Holy fu-“ you yelp out and for a second you feel like the air has been punched out of your lungs, as you harshly buck up into his mouth.

The other man doesn’t seem to mind your rough touch matter of fact he seems rather pleased, contented hums escaping his lips, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to your dick. “Izaack fuck!”

Izaack continues like that for a moment, switching between teasing licks and suckling on your tip til your cock is practically throbbing with need.

“‘Enough teasing,” you groan out, this time yanking at his hair in warning and that’s all it takes for him to comply to your request, wet hot mouth sinking down onto your dick, taking you inch by inch til his is nose brushing over the coarse hair at the base of you. “Mph! God!”

It doesn’t take much before he sets a steady pace, and you lose yourself in the pretty sight he makes with his spit slicked lips stretched taut around your cock, fat tears trickling down his flushed cheeks whenever you graze too far back in his throat all while squirming around in place trying to subtly relieve his own hard and weeping dick.

The sound of the phone ringing pulls you out of your daze, and you quickly remember where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing as you blindly grab ahold of the phone and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello! This is Mrs Gauss. I apologize for calling this late but I was wondering if you have seen my husband? He was supposed to be home an hour ago but he has yet to show up,” the sound of his wife’s voice trickles through the phone.

“Mrs Gauss! Hello! Uh-“ you stutter out, momentarily feeling yourself going tense under his touch, like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you. Izaack however seems as unphased as ever as he continues to work his mouth on you.

“I really am so sorry for bothering you but I have a hard time going to bed without my husband, and to be honest I’m worried about him. So have you seen him?”

Oh, you sure had seen the man, down on his knees with your cock in his mouth while batting his long lashes at you.

“Yes Izaack- Mr Gauss!” you correct yourself but it comes out as a yelp as the man in question starts fondling your ballsack.

Suddenly, the phone falls out of your hands, hips jerking up as grunts and groans escape your mouth.

“Just like that. Ah fuck!” You moan out, head lolling back as you buck up into his touch.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Once again the sound of Mrs Gauss’ voice brings you out of your daze, this time it echoes from where the phone cord hangs from your fingertips.

You somehow muster up enough strength to fish up the phone to you, hand shaky, voice breathy as you finally reply to the rather confused woman.“Yes! I’m sorry Mrs Gauss. There seems to be something wrong with the phone line-“ and just like on queue another moan tries to slip out of you but luckily you manage to catch yourself in time, teeth sinking into your bottom lip biting down so hard til you’re sure you taste blood all while watching your cock obscenely slide in and out of Izaack’s mouth.

“‘Mm should- should definitely get it checked I agree,” you say, echoing her suggestion back to her, before you lose your last bit of focus as Izaack starts sucking more intensely before he suddenly stops and pulls away.

The panic in your face must’ve been obvious because you see the way his lips curl up before his mouth goes slack, body willfully relaxing as he gazes up at you in expectation.

Jesus Christ.

You don’t even think twice before you start fucking into his mouth, losing yourself in the pleasurable feeling of the wet hot walls of his throat squeezing down onto your cock. The fact that Mrs Gauss is on the other line has long escaped your mind.

“…..it seems to have cut off again” Mrs Gauss says and lightly chuckles, sounding ever so oblivious to what’s going on, on the other end ” would you mind repeating what you said?”

This time it’s Izaack prompting you to answer the phone, a firm squeeze to your thigh brings your attention back to the present moment before you manage to utter some sort of response to her “My apologies, Mrs Ah Mrs Gauss. What I was trying to say is that Mr Gauss just entered the lobby,”

“Oh, alright, thank you,” she says and and sighs out of relief, smile ever so prominent when she speaks but you can’t help but think how the relief in her voice is a stark contrast to the intense onslaught of pleasure in your gut as Izaack continues to work himself up and down your cock “Well would you mind sending him up to me? I’ve been….”

But the sound of her voice fades away as you inch closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach tightening until it finally snaps.

“Ah- Ah Fuck!” You cry out, phone dropping out of your hand and landing with a thud on the floor, as hot ropes of cum spill onto Izaack’s tongue.

“Hello?! Hello?!.. It must’ve cut off again, they really should check the phone lines today. ” You hear her say to herself, voice echoing through the line but you’re unable to focus on anything other than the obscene sight that is you continuously sliding in and out of Izaack’s mouth with Izaack milking your orgams for all it’s worth til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum landing on his tongue.

Eventually you grow too sensitive, body wincing under his touch and you use a shaky hand to push him away from you. “Sto-stop,”

The man reluctantly agrees, and pulls away from you, the last bit connecting you to him being a string of spit before it breaks and disappears.

Through blurry eyes you see Izaack, getting up from his knees, swiftly pulling out a handkerchief he must’ve been carrying with him and wiping his lips. He doesn’t waste another second picking up the phone that had fallen to the floor, before nudging it towards. “Hello?! Are you there?!”

One shaky breath is all it takes before you muster up the strength to answer her: voice breathy and strained, eyes barely able to focus on what’s happening in front of you as you utter the words “‘M sorry, Mrs Gauss I had to deal with something urgent but I’m sending him up now,”

#that’s not my neighbor #this is a queue ! have a lovely day/ night! #that’s not my neighbor milkman #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss #that’s not my neighbor milkman x reader #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss x reader #that’s not my neighbor milkman x male reader #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss x male reader #izaack gauss #Francis mosses #izaack gauss x reader #Francis mosses x reader #izaack gauss x male reader #Francis mosses x male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #x male reader #male reader #x reader

[deadbnnuy]

Hi!

About Me:

I'm Dead Bnnuy, or Steven, and I USED to be @//yourlocalloser (please don't look at my old blog!!/srs), I also go by the the alias of Iliaxis Shepard on Reddit and AO3, and Salem's Stuff on YouTube!

Pronouns & Identity:

He/him/rot/rots/decay/decayself/trap/traps/bunnyself

PLEASE DO NOT USE SHE/HER OR THEY/THEM TO REFER TO ME!!! /srs

I'm an otherkin, fictosexual, objectum, genderfaun, deadboy, kidcoric, posic weirdo. Don't like that? Leave.

F/Os:

My F/Os are Randal Jade (Dialtown), Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune), Optimus Prime (Transformers), Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus), Dr. Johnathan "The Spot" Ohnn (Spiderverse), Harry Fitzgerald (DSaF 3), Francis Mosses (That's Not My Neighbor), and Daniel T. Bones (Huckleberry Junction).

What do I do?

I write bad fanfiction, draw gay shit, make misc posts about my opinions and other shit, and autism out about my favorite things.

My intrests:

I like Transformers, Deltarune, Undertale, Five Nights At Freddy's, Dayshift At Freddy's, The SCP Foundation, The Amazing Digital Circus, the Spiderverse series, horror movies, Dialtown, dinosaurs, space, robotics, and puppeteering!

DNI!!!:

NSFW blogs, MAPS (aka pedophiles), bigots, fascists, assholes, trolls, zoophiles, ABDL, DDLG, ABDL supporters, DDLG supporters, fetish blogs, superstraights, cringe shaming accs, people against neopronoun usage, objectophobes, fictophobes, gatekeepers, anti-endos, TERFS, transmeds, thinspo, ED blogs, radqueers, proshippers or proship supporters, gore fetishists / guro accs, right wingers, or trump supporters.

Elaboration on the anti-endos part!:

I am not a system. I am a singlet. HOWEVER, some of my CLOSEST friends are endos or, according to a lot of fakeclaimers, fall into the same or similar categories. I do NOT want people that hate my friends on my damn page.

Tl;dr: FAKECLAIMERS & "ANTI ENDOS" FUCK OFF.

Enjoy your time here! Feel free to message me, send asks, etc. See you on any given cringeculture circlejerk sub that posts innocent people having fun and enjoying life, unlike them 😉

My tags and what they mean:

#bnnuyreblogs: I reblog things, simple!

#bnnuyreplies: I reply to something, also simple.

#bnnuyopinions: I give my opinion on discourse, politics, moral things, current or past happenings, etc! Can be serious, TWs and CWs will be tagged if necessary

#bnnuyposting: General happenings about my life / thoughts, and what have you.

#bnnuypoetry: Sometimes I write poetry sometimes, this tag here's where I post it!

#bnnuyanswers: I reply to asks!! Feel free to send em <3

#my art: Exactly what it sounds like! It's what I tag my original artwork with.

#silly momence: Silly time

#bnnrp: bnnuy roleplay time

#Intro post #fictosexual #ficto community #fanfiction #cringe culture is dead

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Aurora Teagarden Mystery Series (2015 - ) 

A Bone to Pick: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2015) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Bruce Dawson, Ellie Harvie, Dan Payne, Stephen Huszar, Fiona Vroom, Dave Collette, and Daniel Bacon. 

Real Murders: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2015) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Bruce Dawson, Robin Dunne, Ellie Harvie, Brad Harder, and Anna Van Hooft. 

Three Bedrooms, One Corpse: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2016) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Yannick Bisson, Bruce Dawson, Ellie Harvie, Giles Panton, Brad Harder, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Clayton James, and Lini Evans. 

The Julius House: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2016) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Yannick Bisson, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Bruce Dawson, Ellie Harvie, Viv Leacock, Gabrielle Rose, and Dave Collette. 

Dead Over Heels: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2017) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Yannick Bisson, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Bruce Dawson, Ellie Harvie, Jeremy Guilbaut, Jim Thorburn, Brad Harder, and Catherine Lough Haggquist. 

A Bundle of Trouble: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2017) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Yannick Bisson, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Bruce Dawson, Ellie Harvie, Andrew Francis, Catherine Lough Haggquist, and Brad Harder. 

Last Scene Alive: An Aurora Teagarden Mysteries (2018) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Marilu Henner, Yannick Bisson, Robin Dunne, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Ellie Harvie, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Barclay Hope, Brenda Crichlow, and Donna Benedicto. 

Reap What You Sew: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2018) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, James Rittinger, Brad Harder, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Dave Collette, Ellie Harvie, Julia Benson, and Jesse Moss. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: The Disappearing Game (2018) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Peter Benson, Niall Matter, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Brad Harder, Ellie Harvie, Dylan Sloane, Teryl Rothery, and Ken Tremblett. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: A Game of Cat and Mouse (2019) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Tammy Gillis, and Juliana Wimbles. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: An Inheritance to Die For (2019) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Dave Collette, Preston Vanderslice, Julia Benson, Fred Henderson, Matreya Scarrwener, and Karen Kruper. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: A Very Foul Play (2019) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Nial Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Lauren Ropek, and Matthew James Dowden. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Heist and Seek (2020) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Catherine Lough Haggquist, Oliver Rice, Brendon Sub, and Michelle Harrison. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Reunited and it Feels So Deadly (2020) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Catherin Lough Haggquist, Matthew MacCaull, Toby Levins, Tegan Moss, Iris Quinn, and Brad Harder. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: How to Con a Con (2021) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Matthew Kevin Anderson, Brad Harder, David Lewis, and Rhiannon Fish. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Til Death Do Us Part (2021) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie,  Brad Harder, Andrew Airlie, Julia Benson, and Camille Mitchell. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Honeymoon, Honeymurder (2021) - Stars Candace Cameron Bure, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Miranda Frigon, Dylan Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Julia Benson, Brad Harder, and Kendall Cross. 

Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Haunted by Murder (2022) - Stars Candace Camron Bure, Lexa Doig, Marilu Henner, Niall Matter, Peter Benson, Miranda Frigon, Dylon Sloane, Ellie Harvie, Julia Benson, Brad Harder, Natasha Bure, and Mia Shanks. 

#aurora teagarden mysteries #hallmark movies & mysteries #hallmark movies #hallmark history #candace cameron bure #lexa doig #marilu henner #niall matter #peter benson #miranda frigon #yannick bisson #robin dunne #viv leacock #teryl rothery #matthew maccaull #brad harder #julia benson #natasha bure

[scotianostra]

Mary, Queen of Scots, was born at Linlithgow Palace, on December 8th 1542.

Someone asked me about The Rough Wooing yesterday so I will use this post to delve into background of this, which happened during Mary’s younger years.

Almost immediately young Mary Stewart was a political pawn, her father James V had died only days before and when word reached England their King saw it as an opportunity  to set his son up in a marriage that would extend his Kingdom and unite the crowns of Scotland and England forcing through a deal that became known as The Greenwich Treaty.

Several members of the Scottish nobility had been captured at the Battle of Solway Moss at the end of November and taken to the Tower of London, when Henry VIII learned of Mary’s Birth he started “negotiations” with those nobles.   In an attempt to persuade the Scottish nobles, he returned the Scottish hostages to persuade the Scots. Some of the nobles were in favour of a Union, other Scots that were in favour they included  William Cunningham, 4th Earl of Glencairn, who has been described in the history books as a  "notorious intriguer" 

George Douglas of Pittendreich, the “Red Douglas” was said to be the main protagonist in the negotiations, there is a brilliant anecdote attributed to  Pittendreich that goes thus........ 

 “A physician at court accepted the impossible task of teaching a donkey to speak. Other doctors had failed and been executed. This physician accepted telling the king it would take ten years and be very expensive. His friends asked why he had done this, and his answer was, – in ten years, I, the donkey or the king might be dead, and in the meantime I have had my wage. George was supposed to have argued that Mary's marriage was like this, the English threat was already present, but it would be years before she was of age and the marriage concluded. “  

Mary of Guise, the Queens mother said of the man (he) "was as wily and crafty a man as any was in all Scotland".

A few others were involved, each probably had their own reason for wanting the union to happen, but we shall put those others aside and go on to the treaty itself. 

The first sub treaty was to establish peace between England and Scotland in the hope of ending the years of war between the two nations. The second was a marriage proposal between Henry’s son, the future King Edward VI and Mary, Queen of Scots. The marriage proposition put forward that Mary would be appointed a nobleman and his wife who would remain with Mary until she reached the age of ten. At this time Mary would be sent to England to live until her marriage to Edward; this was so she could be taught the English ways.

The treaty was initially signed by the Earl of Arran, Mary’s regent and it was ratified on 25th August 1543 however, when it was put in front of the Scottish Parliament on 11th December 1543 it was rejected. This rejection would lead to eight years of fighting between the two countries in a conflict that would be known as Rough Wooing. The conflict was sanctioned by Henry in an attempt to force Scotland into agreeing to the terms of the treaty.

What better way of forcing through a treaty meant to end years of war between Scotland and England than to em......go to war! 

So that was the world Mary was born into, the response of the English intimidation was The Treaty of Haddington on  7th July 1548. Mary, queen of Scots, then aged 5, was to marry the dauphin, Francois, though Scottish independence was guaranteed. The following month Mary was sent to France for her own safety.  The marriage took place in April 1558.

Mary and Francois’ union didn’t even start out well. The very next year, Francis’s father Henry made the grave mistake of getting injured in a summer-time joust, and he eventually passed from his wounds. Through this misfortune, the teenage lovebirds were now the King and Queen of France—except more heartache was on the horizon.

In June 1560, it was Mary’s turn to lose a parent. Her mother Mary of Guise passed that year, rendering the girl officially an orphan and throwing Scotland into even more political turmoil. At just 17 years old, the still-teenaged Mary barely over the death of her mother when  in early winter 1560, Francis was ailing again, as I posted last Friday the young King of France never recovered from his illness and died of December 4th.  Mary’s whole world fell apart in the blink of an eye.

Since Mary had no claim to the French throne and no heirs, France gave her  . Even as she grieved the loss of her mother and her husband, Catherine de Medici carted Mary off back to Scotland in 1561. By this time, Mary’s native land was now a foreign country to her…and she arrived just in time at a dangerous time in Scotland, The Reformation. 

#Scotland #scottish #the stewarts #history #mary queen of scots