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FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

BOYYYYY THE MILKMAN SMUT WAS SO GOOD. care for another one? i NEED to fuck the real francis mosses now…i’m imagining the doppelgänger being jealous asf of him too ouuujhhhh

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕nonconsensual voyeurism. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis is watching, real one doesn’t know it. dry humping. clothed sex. different timeline from prev fic. ✶ IN WHICH francis wants to be more than just a neighbor.

for who to blame, you don’t permit yourself to think. francis, the lovely neighbor, is propped on your lap. poor man was flustered, sweat gathering on his skin like a coat. gullible; and so unaware. entirely dumb of the fact that his doppelgänger was gazing upon the scene through the crack of your bedroom door. you could almost imagine the creature’s expression, twisted in envy.

your palms cupping his hips, which are erratically pressing themselves against you. chasing after the friction he craved during the in-between’s of his working hours, pent up frustrations translating into insatiable sexual desire.

“gosh, ‘m sorry... hnngh, needed to feel you against me.” his teeth grit with a whine, tucking his head to your shoulder. effectively obscuring his ever burning pit of shame which laid heavily in his gut.

supposedly, you were to help him of deliveries as a noble—not only a doorman but as well a—citizen. however, you were not put in a situation to complain whilst he clutched onto you as he switched to tantalizing grinds. “couldn’t wait anymore, hm?”

words a tease, he could feel himself losing track of the rhythm. sloppy and unexperienced; though not enough to be labeled as someone so pure from filth. “please,” the doppelgänger’s eyebrows wrinkled with disgust at the actual francis’ plea.

“please, i, mm,” and the milkman is at a loss for words.

the creature, despite his apparent hatred, palmed his cock within the confines of his pants. fuck, his tip was leaking with pre-cum that without a doubt painted his length in a creamy tone.

he was ablaze with jealousy while you got your dick wet with the one whose identity he attempted to steal. “say it.” the commanding quality of your voice left no room for objections that even he felt the obligation to speak his thoughts.

“can- can i take off your pants? i want you inside me..” what a darling francis mosses was.

a humming released from your sealed lips; he waits. “not completely,” he’s confused until you pull the zipper, freeing your cock from the side and his shyness returns. “better?”

francis nods, cheeks warmed at the scenery. the doppelgänger despised that. “i’m ready, did it myself this morning.” he sheepishly mumbles, releasing himself of his lower garments. “did you plan this?”

it’s taken as an accusation. “no!” could’ve been an exclaim if he wasn’t so breathless in effort of aligning his hole to your tip, “but i’ve... imagined it, you know. keep myself awake to— oh fuck.”

an inch, then a second, and now you’re void of a clue. rewarding yourself with the relief of triumph of the theory that he would feel a lot better than the copy; he is.

if you were to say that aloud, you’re sure the targeted one would be angry enough to keep you from finding your release.

francis’ thighs lay atop of yours, warming your cock with his sensitive walls. he tries to lift himself up, only to realize he was incapable. energy spent due to the earlier attempts. you are met with a whimper, a look in his eye, and the trembling of his lips.

the other tenants are certain to file a complaint.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

NOT WHAT HE SEEMS. akaashi keiji x top amab reader drabble

If you were to strip off his reserved and collected personality, you'd get an entirely new person.

warnings. freaky akaashi, belly bulging, feminization, implied size differences, pwp, mention of recording and an extremely half-assed work done by yours truly!

Akaashi Keiji is not what he seems like. Hiding under his facade, is something much more sinister, something longing for lust.

For example, you had just finished fucking him with a condom on. Cumming in the protection and pulling out of his hole, he managed to find a way to slip off the used latex material off of your cock before you even could. He had spread his legs again, showing off his gaping pink hole, and pour out all of the cum from the condom, and onto his hole, some of them managing to breach inside. He used his hand and fingers to spread them nicely and into his hole, teasingly biting his lip and looking into your hungry eyes. It was safe to say that you both had went multiple rounds stuffing him with your genes, taking the condom act as a consent to finally be able to cum in him everytime you guys fuck.

Sometimes you'd spot him walking around the house half-naked, with only your jersey which seems to be too oversized for him and a panty which you didn't even know he had. Did he always have it in his closet? Or was it after something slipped out of your mouth, revealing your "well kept" secret of having a thing for feminine boys?

Each and every day, he would way a different kind of panty, different designs and patterns, making sure it was to your liking. And sometimes, when he felt like it, he would pair them with thigh highs or even knee highs, whichever to your liking.

The one combo that did it for you was when he was wearing a simple white panty adorned with a pink bow and frills with the matching color, accompanied along by a pair of white thigh highs that would hug his flesh nicely. It wasn't long until you snapped.

You had him on his sideway, one of his leg hooked over your shoulder, the panty dangling off his feet. His shirt was somewhere on the floor, revealing his flat stomach that would bulge when your cock hits his deepest, most sensitive spot. He looked like an absolute doll, the pornstar worthy moan galore was also a plus.

If only you had a camera.

Extra: Keiji had broken multiple glasses from you fucking him too hard.

hoshiumi and hinata fighting over your cock. yay or nay?

BIRDS' NEST hoshiumi x top male reader x hinata

warnings. threesome, blowjob, fellatio, unmentioned size differences, facesitting, slight subtop reader, messy ejaculation, ass so fat your neck feels like a twig

a/n. a long one from big boy al' this time??? unbelievable.

"Quit it." The two words seemed simple enough to be spoken properly, but you only managed to sneer it out due to it being cut off earlier by the two boys that had seemed to claim their territory on either sides of your cock.

Despite the well divided quote-on-quote "land" they had been given, it didn't seem to stop them thrashing and going for each other's throat.

You had already made a mental note to yourself; if either of them pisses you off you would surely pull back in your cock into the comfy confinement or your underwear. Maybe if you were feeling a little sadistic; force them to get along with eachother and watch them work hard for you to pull it out again.

"We can't exactly get the full of you since. . . you only have one cock." Hoshiumi mustered up a complain with a pout, resting his cheek against your cock while Hinata's glare bored a hole into his head, pushing Hoshiumi's head off your cock. That surely earned a snarl from him.

"Just make do." You shrugged it off. You were practically feeling lazy tonight, so you were expecting the boys to treat themselves on your cock instead of you, a man having to pleasure both of them by yourself like a mother bird feeding her children. You can't just grow another dick, can you? Oh how you wished you could.

"Quit with the useless talk. I choose dibs on the cock" Hinata confidently said before managing to deepthroat you in a single try, letting out a muffled 'Mmf!' once he felt your cock digging at his throat. Precum dripping down his throat, all hot and sticky. Hinata had taken it upon himself— he will have your cum dripping down from his mouth and nostrils by the end of the night.

Hoshiumi let out a jealous huff, obviously not satisfied how unfair this whole thing was. He crawled his way so that his whispering voice can reach your ears.

"This is so. . . unfair!" he grumbled through gritted teeth "C'mon, big guy. I at least have to get something, yeah? Don't you feel bad for lil' old me?" He said the last sentence in a cutesy manner and gesture, slowly tracing circles on your abdomen. But he knew that no matter what he do— or even Hinata, you'd always give in.

". . .I do have a face." You looked at him expectantly as you finished the sentence. Getting what you were hinting at, he enthusiastically plopped himself down onto your face, clearly not aware that if he even tried to do it harder, your neck would surely break. Slowly, he had start to relax himself, letting his weight fall onto your face, or head at this point. Your head was slowly sinking into the pillow every second, and you could feel a slight pop inside your neck.

Hoshiumi was not the only one enjoying himself, Hoshiumi taking his place on your face was already too much. Not too mention the fact your entire view was blocked. You couldn't exactly see what Hinata was doing, except you know he's absolutely gobbling down on you from the way your cock will be met of cold air hitting your wet cock before eventually feeling the hotness of his mouth.

What a sight to behold it was. Two famous athletes of Japan, absolutely melting on your body like pornstars instead- why haven't they chosen that career path instead? But there was one thing nobody could deny; You were the luckiest man on the earth.

You greedily gripped on Hoshiumi's thighs, hard enough to leave red, raging marks of your fingers as a sign that you were the one that did it to him, and bury your face deeper, consume his ass, every last strings of dignity leaving you, as the wet sounds of you devouring him and Hinata going down on you was stuffed into your ears and head.

"O-Oh! W-why so..hmph~..sudden?" he whimpered, gripping onto your hair that only resulted into you burying your face deeper. He caged his thighs around your head and let out a pitiful whine and his hand struggle to find a source of support to hold on to. His dick, shaking and shivering, leaked cum that dripped down onto your chest like raindrops, creating a puddle on your pecs that slowly trailed down to the sheets below.

On the other hand, Hinata wasn't having it easy on you either. With mouth basically vacuuming the entirety of your cock; pair of innocent doll eyes wasn't able to find yours with the presence of another man on your face- he opted to close his eyes instead. There was no need for them if they couldn't feast on your pleasured face as he sucked you off. Hinata had completely gone autopilot mode, keeping his fragile mind at bay but it'd surely break into pieces once you finally release your load of life into his tiny mouth.

With every second passed, you felt like losing yourself like celestial heaven had come down upon a sinful man such as you, embracing you.

You were running short on breaths as Hoshiumi quickened his grinding on your face, creating pleasurable frictions that sent shocks through him. Hinata clawed on your thighs and forced himself to deepthroat your cock, pushing out an audible squeak from him when he felt your cum flood into his passage.

Simultaneously, Hoshiumi ejaculated a loud and powerful orgasm that spurted out like a water fountain. From his own chest, to yours, to Hinata's hair and face, the milky liquid stained itself like a shower.

Looks like you managed to kill two birds with just a stone.

woe, bottoms be upon ye. ill be hibernating in my coffin after this.