#DELICIS MOSS

[bigshot]

Send 🗝 to force my muse to talk about a topic they never want to speak of (Not Accepting)

@armstrongstyles​ sent: // 🗝!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Caught red handed at the fridge!

“[[$$%*]] YOU [[$$%*]] YOU [[$$%*]] YOU, MAN!!! !!” He slams the door shut, spinning on Brad to point the stolen booze at him threateningly, “SWAER TO [[God]],, SAY [[Freddie Freaker]] ONE MORE TIME!!!” 

Spamton’s usually better than this when it comes to insults, but maybe it’s the thick moss growing all over his body and gunking up all his ball-joints that’s got him in that foul mood, “TRY LOSIN [[but wait there’s mORE]] THAN JUST AN [[Arm & a Leg]], THEN COME BACK WITH THAT BULL[[#%^$]]!!! I THINK I [[deserved that]] A LITTLE [[Hyperlink Blocked]] ONCE IN A WHILE,, YOU’’R NOT GONNA [[Die]] IF I TAKE A COUPLE [[beers on the wall]]!!!”

[wombrion]

veeeeery old but i like it^_^

[psycochomp]

I recently had a Pikmeshi realization.

[paymechildsupport]

I've never done a request before so please bear with me🥲

I was wondering if you could do another Francis Mosses x reader.

I really enjoyed your Spouse!Reader x doppelgänger!Francis and wanted to see your take on D.D.D. trainee!Reader x doppelganger! Francis, where we get sent out to 'take care' of Francis.

Really excited to see what you do with this prompt🙏🏾

>nahhh this is a devious prompt, -- I gotchu 🙏😈🙏😈

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“Does this please you, Officer?”  // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader

--Doppelgänger!Francis x DDD Reader tasked with his neutralization 🙏

-!! AFAB Reader, -- though genetalia isn't outright explicity stated -(?) -- there is room for your imagination though 😋

-!! CW: nsfw- (smut), ; Dubcon /// Hand-job; sex against a wall; degradation; implied overstimulation

A/N: the number of Francis requests are CRAZY, -- and I completely understand why, -- man's actually majestic <3.

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This was not how you planned to spend your Tuesday night,— grumpy and exhausted, woken up mid-sleep by an emergency dispatch.

“Mm… hello.?” Your groggy voice speaks into the ringing phone, eyes still sticky from sleep. 

“Emergency Dispatch: Doppelgänger identified at Complex II,— repeat, doppelgänger identified at complex II,— dispatch agent, neutralize the threat”. They clicked off, leaving you alone in the dark. 

Fuuuuuuck…. 

You fit yourself to your uniform quickly, practically ripping the hazmat suit in an attempt to get inside. Stupid cheap uniform. 

Hurriedly, you grabbed your gear before rushing out the door, immediately stopping to softly tiptoe down the hall, (it would be inconsiderate to wake your neighbors at this hour).

You bolt out the complex, trying your best with the minimal light from the lampposts to groggily stumble your way to Complex II. You recall briefly the mention of a new doorman, a rookie. You figured it made sense,— poor new guy’s first day and he’s greeted by what you can assume as a particularly aggressive doppelgänger. 

Trudging up to the looming building, you approach the iron bound mechanical door. You can see immediately the shutters to the doorman’s office are closed, bits of movement visible from the gaps in the blinds. The poor dude was in shambles. 

You approach the gate, eyes locking on the figure of the doppelgänger, 

Hmm, let’s see who it is tonight…

You’re surprised to see the handsome face of your milkman staring back at you, eyes looking as dead as ever. The air was knocked right outta your lungs,— holy shit these doppelgängers were getting good. 

Clearing your throat, you address, 

“Uh,— right, sir,” you look at the doppelgänger, “I’m gonna need you to come with me.” 

He says nothing, opting to just stare. It’s then you notice the gaping hole that was his mouth, the two black chasms that were supposed to be his eyes. From afar, he’d look perfectly normal,— but in the light all the inhuman imperfections stuck out like a sore thumb 

Holy smokes that’s hot. 

“I’m going to take you with me now,” you don’t even know why you’re telling him this, why the hell were you being all nice with a doppelgänger? Sure, he was good looking,— sure, you were curious what that mouth could do—- 

But that’s besides the point. 

You approach hesitantly, hooking an arm around ‘Francis’, giving him a light tug to signify him to follow you. 

Surprisingly, he does. Without a single word or complaint. He just… stares. With those beady white pupils. It sends a delicious shiver down your spine. 

Leading him away, you look over your shoulder at the doorman who just peeked out from behind the shutters, giving him a reassuring thumbs up as you walk away with your new companion. 

“Threat neutralized,” you repeat into the bulky walky talky attached to your belt, “order complete, over”. You place it back in its compartment, continuing until you and ‘Francis’ reach the anomaly compound for all things strange and odd. 

‘Francis’ looks at the compound with horribly disguised disgust. You only chuckle grinning, 

“No no, don’t worry. You aren’t going in there…” he seems to breathe a sigh of relief— if that’s even possible—, before you finish the last bit, 

“— don’t worry, I have… other plans for you..”

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“Strip.” 

“Excuse me?” He whirls around, taken aback. 

“You heard me, strip” 

“And why,” his eyes narrow, “would I do that?” 

You shrug, “safety protocol,-- we’re in the decontamination room,-- can’t let you in if your clothes are contaminated, y’know?” 

'Francis' is absolutely flabbergasted. 

“Oh, and for security measures someone else has to be in the room at all times, – but uh,-” you grin, “we’re a lil’ short staffed at the moment, so it looks like it’ll just have to be you and me. 

'Francis' only looks at you through narrowed eye lids, thinking, “and if I refuse?” 

“Then I’ll strip you myself” and you step closer to do just that. 

'Francis' skitters backwards to the other end of the room, back hitting the wall, “h-hey! No need for that, I’ll do as you ask…” he mutters

Chuckling, “at least you can be obedient” 

'Francis' looks away almost bashfully as he begins to undo the buttons on his shirt, fabric peeling away to reveal the pale skin underneath. His hat rests on a nearby bench

“Fully,” you purr, “I want it all off.” 

You swear you see the tiniest hint of red tinge his cheeks, and you can’t help but wonder just how advanced this doppelgänger was. Good thing you were about to see for yourself in a moment… 

The air is heavy, tense, almost, as 'Francis' slowly undoes the buckle on his belt, pants sliding down to his ankles, – his boxers the only scrap of clothing left hiding him from you. 

He wearily regards the way you look at him, not missing the growing flare of hunger behind your eyes, 

“Does this please you, officer?” his words are clipped, tension building up behind each one. Biting your lip, your breath almost catches at the way he smiles, teeth a little too sharp to be human. 

“No.” The words are thick in your throat, forcing them out a bit of a struggle, “Get rid of the rest of it, now” 

He bites his tongue, making no move to do so. In a second you’re on him, pinning his figure to the wall, bodies pressed up together. He has no time to react as you hook two fingers around his boxers, harshly yanking them off. 

“Oh.”

Free of the confines of his pants, his erect cock springs loose, tip already dripping with precum. 

“Huh.” 'Francis' can’t even turn his head your way, face hot and sweating slightly, “Who would’ve thought,” – your hands curl around him, taking him fully in your fist. His eyes fly to your face, pupils blown and dilated, staring in horrified arousal as you began to knead the hardened flesh, “--what a sick little thing you are, getting off on my reprimands, hmm?” 

'Francis' sucks in a sharp breath, muscles tensing almost to a breaking point. His entire body shook with an animalistic need. More strands of precum build up on his tip, all read and agitated. Your thumb rubs the tiny slit, coating him with the sticky fluid. You found it hilarious, – no way this freakish creature had a fucking thing for degradation. 

His mouth opens in the shape of a small ‘o’, eyes rolling back as you teasingly pull at his dick, your hands making wet squelching noises playing with the soaked meat. 

“Mm,” you hum as you continue to play with him, dumbifying the creature in your hands. His legs start shaking like a dog’s, lewd whimpers flowing from his lips, glistening with saliva and drool. He desperately thrusts himself against your hand, chasing his pleasure farther. Jerking him off slowly, immense satisfaction burning in your stomach at the way your hand milks him. Each low groan went straight to your pulsing heat, drenching your own pants. 

Panting, unfamiliar with the immense, foreign pleasure curdling through his gut, 'Francis' seems to forget the guise of his human appearance, pornograpic moans mixing in with groggy animalistic growls and grunts. Carnal desire ripples through his veins, building up in his stomach, molten hot, and threatening to explode from his twitching cock in your hands. Poor thing can’t even formulate words, getting his brains fucked out just by your hand alone. 

He gasps, right about to climax into your hammering fist when you suddenly retract your hand. 'Francis' looks at you with wide eyes, looking every bit the kicked puppy, cruelly robbed of his orgasm. 

“Hh. huh… nghu..- ga-?..”,  panting.

You chuckle slowly, “no, not yet…” 

He can only watch with teary eyes as you skillfully unbuckle your pants, sliding them off along with your underwear. You grab him by the hips, positioning him (which isn’t hard, considering the only thing keeping his shaking body up was your torso), and aligning your pelvis, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You carefully slip him into your drenched hole, gasping softly at the sensation of him.

“Hah… like I said….” ‘Francis’ can only gape as you adjust yourself, cock twitching madly inside of you, 

… “I’m not done with you yet…”

[yagirlyubnub]

The duality of (milk)man

[angelamcss]

MR. ROBOT (2015 — 2019)

[steakout-05]

ok i have no idea who Francis Mosses is but i kept seeing people cosplaying this handsome milkman everywhere on this online game i play, and for a second i genuinely thought that it was the Milkman from Psychonauts and that he had become a sexyman and i just missed it.

like i thought everyone was simping over this guy and i'm a little disappointed that it isn't actually him tbh

[tissuegore]

guys

I kinda did something

I don't like it tho HAHA

[plague-and-creatures]

I used to have this hoon plushie that I used to pour milk on and suck the milk back out of and it was sopping wet all the time 😭i used to slam it against walls and it would make a loud thud

[muchmossymess]

I wonder what laios would think of human centipede

[oreliahthemage]

Lowkey miss the era of people drawing over the "trust me" ending song from durarara cause I wanna see someone do that with the Dungeon Meshi characters. On god I think I would cry.

[tag-that-oc]

POV: You and your friends are hanging outside your school. One of the other friends runs up excitedly exclaiming "I have weed!" He holds out a bag of uncooked fettuccine. You ask him more about it, he says he met a homeless man on the side of the road and the homeless man offered him the 'weed' in exchange for his soul. The 'homeless man' had horns. And was evil. Your friend realizes they just sold their soul to some demon for a bag of uncooked fettuccine

I LOVE THIS. thank you for bringing me into this world in which i am friends with someone who is confusing pasta and weed and also really down for selling their soul

i NEED to know more about this friend who's somehow mistaken pasta for weed. whats going on for them. how did they want this pasta weed so much they'd sell their soul

[insomnikat-mused]

The lichen tumblr community has found my nature photography blog's moss tag and now I am racing against lichen-lovers to check that I have not foolishly mis-tagged lichen as moss ever.

[sarahmackattack]

Please enjoy, if you would, some moss and ferns I saw today on vacation in Japan.

ありがとう ございます.

[crustycrackhead]

Dungeon Meshi AU!

Life Series + Stampy Cat

Bdubs and Stampy Cat, my sillies…

More rambles below

Bdubs occupation wise, is def like a shit ass locksmith so he can be part of a union okay???? And plenty of side hustles cuz he is just That Bitch! 3x Divorveé my SMINK

Stampy Cat is a beast man cleric-scholar-liek mentor dude. I feel like he goes with the flow and sorta goes with what excites him. An adventurer that hired Bdubs to be part of his party!!!

So basically I’m forcing them to hang out cuz I want them too

[the-mysterious-lj]

i died for five months anyways here’s new art