#The Doppelganger

[greensmo]

[ — I'm NOT Jack! Not at all. ]

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Stupid student loans >:^

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[ask-the-doppelganger]

I remember an ask about the doppels who just attack people from streets…

Wonder what about the ones which are like “street vultures”, aka the ones who get the scraps from the ones mentioned above or may hunt stray animals?

(I definitely do not hc 42 to be like that) (what a liar)

Oh, it's a viable strategy, but it's a tradeoff. It's not as risky as hunting for humans, but the meat one gets like that is a lot worse. I suspect that there's a lot more street vultures than active hunters, but it's pretty hard to tell.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

There is a man(?) sitting at the park, observing the ducks with the quiet fervor of someone studying for a final.

@the-inkwell-bookstore

Nearby walks a person who Thomas(?) would be ill-advised to copy off of. Laertes moves strangely, like she’s in some sort of dream where she’s a predator, all fluid and powerful in movement, before jolting every few steps like he’s suddenly being jerked out of it and isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be doing.

There’s an aura they share that tells of the same strangeness. They are made of the same stuff, these two, and they can tell immediately- though the dreaming one’s been mixed up in something else.

[soft-doorwoman]

*A little boy, missing his left arm, appears, offering a glassing butterfly to the lady*

Oh,hello there, little one!

She's quick to get out of her security booth, crouching down to his level,a soft smile on her face, trying to be as comforting as possible,she gently holds the butterfly in her hand

Is this for me? It's such a pretty gift,thank you, little one, what is your name,hm?

[tnmnclown]

*The pigeon was misinformed about the rock throwing situation, so it's on the windowsill again and pretty angry*

{I am on hiatus on paper, but I am absolutely itching to RP. I'll answer to the thread later :"D}

@ask-the-doppelganger

*David is currently in the kitchen, digging around drawers and cabinets as he tries to find something to help with the bleeding scratches on his face. he thought he had bandaids in the bathroom but they were nowhere to be seen, perhaps the clown did something with them? Speaking of the clown, he was no where to be seen from where the pigeon was. Was he okay? Was he be being hunted again? From outside there was no way to tell*

*Unfortunately the window was shut, it wasn't locked, but surely the doppel couldn't open it in this form. It would have to get the person it hated to do so instead*

[faelingdraws]

If not for the laws of this land I would FUCKING BITE YOU.

[lemontreemerchant]

Have a jar of hair. Gimme tree.

@ask-the-doppelganger

"That took forever!! I'm starving!"

"Here, take your tree!! I got more of them to work on growing!"

[buf309-art-binder]

Random Post-reveal domestic shenanigan 🤡🤡

[purplerat111]

Milkman says: "Mmm... Enough.😐"

[inthedarktrees]

Sheryl Lee | Twin Peaks

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Seen some of these types of francis fanarts where he killed those D.D.D guys so i thought i make one myself🔥/hj

(edit: original😭)

[eternityofend]

Another type of milk.

PAIRING: Francis Mosses x Female!Reader ( Slight Doppelganger!Francis Mosses x Reader. )

Requested: Can I request something for Francis, the Milkman? Like the scenario is: Y'all be talking then, they do it under the desk while the reader is working?

MDNI +18, NSFW.

You scroll through your phone, time ticking with each passing second as you get even more bored. Your job as a doorman was nice however the hours needed to work were plenty enough of time for you to wish you had never taken up such a job in the first place.

You hear a tap on the window as you see Francis in front of you, holding a carton of milk in his hands, his movements were sluggish and his eye bags were darker than when you last saw him.

You ignored the concern building in you and tried to find your wallet to pay for the milk you ordered from Francis, keyword: tried. You frantically searched your pockets and the drawers but there was no sign of a leather wallet in all of the places you searched.

Francis stares at you with a blank expression, completely minding his own business as he didn't question the amount of time it took for you to find your wallet.

"Hey.. can I pay you up in a different way?"

Francis raises his eyebrows, skeptical about your request but nods his head; far too kept up with how much time this delivery was taking. He wasn't used to social interaction anyway, he just wanted to get out.

You motion for him to come into your office, opening the gate for him and closing it once he went through.

A few minutes later, Francis knocks on your door and you let him in, he's still holding onto the carton of milk which you help him put on your desk.

"Mmmm.. so what's this different method of payment are you talking about?.." Francis mutters, his voice husky with the tiredness he felt from his job, tone as curious as ever.

You walk up to him, putting your hand on his chest while smiling innocently.

Francis looked at you with a curious expression, gulping as he was nervous about what you were going to do with him.

Francis looked at your eyelashes, and your pretty eyes, trying to distract himself from the weird thoughts he was thinking; perhaps he was watching too much inappropriate stuff, he should limit himself on that.

"Do you live alone?" You asked, knowing well what his answer would be.

Francis tore his gaze away from you, now staring at your wall. "Yes.."

He hears a small laugh come from you, and his body feels tingly with extreme nervousness. Why were you laughing? Did you expect him to have a roommate or something?

"So you have no one to milk you at home then?" You whisper in Francis's ears, watching him tense up as he caved in to your voice and touch.

You saw the way his knees trembled to hold onto his body, cheeks turning redder than the scarlet milk he frequently delivers.

You put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you with a smile on your face. "Let me help you, that's my payment." You utter, watching his eyes widen as he came across a conflicted statement-- not knowing what to choose.

You really didn't have to wait long.

Francis stares up at you, hand on his mouth as he leans against the wall, ears flushing with blush as he attempted to conceal his noises from you, afraid of someone hearing.

You rubbed your shoe against his bulge, looking at him with a mischievous look on your face, wanting to make him cum from a dry orgasm before you fully fuck him.

"Ah~ Hnn~ Ngn~" Francis moans out, his sounds muffled by how hard he was biting on his hand, throwing his head back at how lewd your method to pleasure him was.

His eyes were teary and his cheeks were flushed, he looked as if he already got fucked by you even if you hadn't advanced that fast yet.

You grin, pressing on his erection with the heel of your shoe-- enjoying the way he stuttered, gripping onto your leg with his free hand.

A tap on the window stops you from admiring him longer, and Francis panics. He couldn't run out because it would be suspicious if the visitor were to see someone come from below your desk, he didn't want to spread rumours as well if someone recognized him.

So he just sat there, both hands covering his mouth.

Wait.. what were you doing?

Francis bites onto his hand, heart pulsing as he felt your shoe rub more against his dick, you were crazy! Why were you still continuing?!

You grinned, twirling your hair as you faced a doppelganger of one of the visitors, not even having to check the ID to know it was a doppelganger.

You had to admit, it sure mimicked the resident properly, but if it weren't for the real Francis already being below your desk, you would've let the doppelganger of Francis in, there were barely any differences as well.

"Oh? My appearance..? I don't quite follow.." The doppelganger muttered, trying to keep calm as he felt rage from how fast you figured out he was a doppelganger.

You were not only a pretty doorman but a smart one too, the doppelganger held back on transforming, wanting to see if he could still convince you that he was the real one.

You chuckle at the doppelganger's confused expression, adding a bit more pressure to your shoe as you pressed on Francis's erection, hearing a small moan come out of him.

The doppelganger's eyes widened, looking around as he was confused at where the noise came from.

What a shame, you'd so tease the real Francis using the doppelganger if only you weren't allowed to spread the fact that Doppelgangers existed.

"I'm sorry, but I don't quite think I can let you in."

You rang the DDD and let them handle the situation, completely forgetting about Francis beneath you, trembling at how much pressure he was receiving.

By the time you remembered about him, you were already finished with the doppelganger situation, seeing him all teary and red just from your shoe.

You laugh, lifting his face up as you stop rubbing your shoe against his dick, grinning at him with a new idea in mind.

"Let's start with the milking process now, shall we, Milkman? But first, why don't you eat me out first?"

You catch his flustered expression as he nodded, moving his hands all the way to your thighs as he got rid of your panties.

Francis moves closer to your pussy, licking on it as his eyes widened from the taste, it was much different than the milk he was used to.

You let out a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider as you felt Francis shove his tongue straight into you, eating you out as if he was a man that was starved for years.

His tongue flicks against your clit, and you let out a full moan, suddenly closing your thighs around Francis's head, he didn't seem to mind however.

"Shit... you sure know how to eat pussy.." You mumble, biting on your lip as you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of his cold wet tongue.

Francis's hooked nose makes you moan as it pressed against your pussy because of how close he was.

You moan, throwing your head back when you feel Francis's tongue licking on your clit, lapping it up as if it was water.

Your grip on his hair tightens, clenching down on his tongue as you orgasmed.

Francis moans beneath you, the vibration running across your entire body making you shake and tremble.

You breathe out, your pussy pulsing while Francis explored your insides, eager to drink up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste.

You pull Francis's head away to face towards you. And the moment you see the expression on his face, your pussy twitches at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded, staring at you while his tongue and mouth were filled with your cum.

Francis smiles, and swallows your cum right in front of you, making you bite your lip from how aroused you were.

"We aren't done yet, Milkman." You grin.

But apparently the story is done! I hope you enjoyed the story, this is my second time writing smut :)

[ask-the-doppelganger]

It's a few days later, Nacha walks around the town, the pigeon riding on its shoulder. They have yet to find their small clown friend. Their hope has started to drain as the days and nights have passed

They make their way down the sidewalk, with the flickering streetlights being the only thing that illuminates the darkness of the night. Off in the distance, quiet rustling is heard from of the alleyways in-between the buildings

(I'm sorry lol, didn't know where to start this?? It's @tnmnclown btw

@nachamikaelys

*The pigeon has been telling her that Smiles is probably alive – something terrifying needs him. He wouldn't just let him die.*

*But, eventually, even its hope starts dying down. It's eventually starts to think they won't see the clown ever again – maybe the other clown decided he didn't need a servant packbonded to a human. Maybe, he moved towns. Maybe something else it didn't think of.*

*The reason it's sitting on Nacha's shoulder right now is because it doesn't trust the humans or doppels of the night. It's woefully small, it might not be able to kill a doppel, but it definitely can buy Nacha enough time to flee.*

...I think there's something in the garbage. Careful. Might just be a possum, though.

*It hesitates*

Should I check it out?

[onebadnoodle]

unfamiliar faces 🍎 🍏

apple and pear are @Josh_S2604's ocs!

[soft-doorwoman]

Nacha walked up to the glass, a basket of pastries that smelled amazing in one of her hands. Her other hand held her ID and entry request, she slipped her papers into the slot alongside a fresh cookie wrapped in a little napkin.

“ good afternoon ! thought you might need a cookie (´｡• ω •｡`) with all of these doppelgängers running around, everyone deserves a treat ! ”

- @blubrrychef

(haha sorry if this is random, i’ve been feigning for a lil role play, feel free to ignore or delete if you don’t feel comfortable answering ! ^_^)

"Oh my,Nacha! It's good to see that you're fine,and thank you,you know how I love making baked goods, but really,they never can be compared to yours,one day you'll have to tell me your secret,hm?"

She smiles brightly, quickly checking your papers,she opens the gates when she finishes the analysis,happily accepting the cookie,she eats it with a soft hum, clearly loving your food

"Hmm! Good as always, really you made my day,oh,also I'm planning on making a pudding this evening, I'll separate some for you and Anastacha,of course"

(No need to say sorry,I love answering asks here,and role playing too, please, don't worry! Feel free to send me anything you want! <3)

[tnmnclown]

@ask-the-doppelganger is back! It perches on the windowsill and knocks to get the two Davids' attention

-*opens the window and tries to shoo the bird away*

GO AWAY YOU- uh- THING-