#francis mosses x black reader

[yesimilkdamilkman]

art by @/yunonoai on twitter and tiktok

I cropped each of the panels

[writersp3n]

···➯ 𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: about your Francis x baker!reader what if he brings milk for the reader's pastries. >< That would be so cute.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; All Francis and Baker!reader requests are like a warm-up for me, which most likely will be in the actual series once I start writing it!! Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site.

07.08.24 | 𝟒𝟓𝟒 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✂〰〰〰〰〰

Walking down the sidewalk, milk carrier in hand the sound of the bottles softly knocking against one another. The smell of fresh pastries filled Francis's senses, as he pushed open the door, to your bakery—the bell you had placed above the door, ringing. Announcing Francis's presents, he flashed a soft smile, watching you flash one back. "Mm, special delivery for a special girl." watching you walk around the counter toward him. Taking the carrier, he held, placing it on the table, before standing on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. Being extra careful not to touch his clothes, with your apron. Francis was a little hesitant to return the gesture, but wrapped his arms around you.

You step back first, knowing that Francis wasn’t a touchy person, even though he allowed you to hug him; A privilege that took you many months to earn. “Thank you, so much for stopping by, I know you probably have a busy schedule and what not” You babbled on grabbing the milk carrier, and motioning Francis to follow you back. Entering the kitchen you took a milk Jar out of the carrier Francis held, Pouring it into the batter you have already made. “Mm, aren’t you.. Suppose to measure it?” Francis questioned break, the comforting silence you both shared. “You should, but I bake so much I don’t feel to the need too.” you answered, setting the jar down before grabbing your whisk and mixing the milk in the batter.

Lightly hitting the whisker on the rim of the bowl, “Fran, could you grab a pan from the cabinet for me?” You question, licking off what's left of the batter, from the batter. Francis didn’t say anything but your heard his shoes against the wooden floor, and soon his chest flushed against your back as he grab a pan, just as you requested. 

He handed you the pan, and watched as you spray butter into it, before evenly pouring the batter into it. And placing it the oven and putting on a timer, “Oh, here I made these for you!” You piped, walking over the fridge and open the freezer and grabbing a box of strawberries dipped in chocolate, with powdered sugar sprinkled over them. “I made these as a thank you.” You spoke smile plastered on your face. “Mm, Thanks,” Francis murmured taking the box with a small smile spreading across his features. You knew his favorite fruit, and one of his favorite things he liked to order when he stopped by. 

Loading the rest of the milk he intended to drop off, into the fridge. He tipped his hat at you, before you walked him back to the front waving him goodbye.

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[gigifluidcat]

Reblogging bc I found out that Francis Mosses x Black!/Brown!Reader is a thing.

The true Mid 20th Century forbidden love. Literally me.

Me editing my own post on Imgflip to make the same joke:

[slut4megantheestallion]

Being in a relationship with Francis Mosses 🥛

Francis mosses x black! Reader

●Sfw:

● Francis is a very quiet man he's usually very tired and doesn't really like his job being a milkman. He never really had too many thoughts on love or being in a relationship, but he was very surprised he ended up being with you.

● Francis first saw you when you were moving into the apartment and lived on the same floor as him, he usually doesn't really care for people moving in into the building, but something about you made him feel something he hasn't in a very long time.

● He would deliver milk to you very early just to see your beautiful face. Whenever he would look at you, he would get butterflies. You were such a nice welcoming lady.

● He usually isn't talkative with his customers when he's delivering milk, this man hates his job so much to even interact with anyone, but when it comes to you he would start a little small talk here and there.

● When you first came here, you were very aware of doppelganger roaming somewhere around the building. You didn't really make any friends with anyone in the building until you met francis, he would always deliver your milk on time, you felt bad for the man he barely got any sleep, but you couldn't help how handsome he looks even though he looks depressed.

● He made little chit-chat with you from time to time, but you wanted more than that. You'd always distract him so you could talk to him, but he was always busy, but you finally got the courage to ask him to go out for some coffee.

●You were sitting all alone in your apartment, bored, put off your mind, waiting for the cookies in the oven to get ready. You didn't really make friends in the building. You haven't been in a relationship so long ever since you moved here.

●But you couldn't help but think of francis, he was such a nice man, you couldn't help but have feelings for the handsome milkman, you really wanted to ask him out , but he never really got the hint, you'd try to keep the conversations longer, but he's always so busy. You huffed in silence, hearing the clock ticking to past time.

● You heard a knock on the door, which changed your mood as you got up. "MILK DELIVERY!" francis said from the other side of the door, making your bored expression turned to happy one as you dusted yourself off, fixing your hair as you walked towards the door. "Coming!" Y/n said as she made the way towards the door as you unlocked it seeing francis in usual tired state, crisp white uniform, and his hat.

● "I'm sorry for the delay, y/n work has been a bit hectic lately, I've been so busy all day giving milk to other cust-" Francis said in his smooth, deep, rich voice making you melt, as you cut him off.

●"Oh, it's quite alright, francis. Don't push yourself too hard." Y/n smiled at him as he gave you a little smile as he hands you the crate of milk.

●"Yeah, I guess you're right. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, I've been taking a lot of shifts lately, and I've been covering for a lot of people at work." Francis said as he yawned tiredly as he blinked at you slowly.

●"Well, I gotta get back to work. I'll see you later." Francis said as he was about to walk away. "Wait! Francis." Y/n shouted as francis stopped in his tracks, turning to you confusingly, which he looked so adorable.

●" I was maybe hoping that you and I could grab some coffee some time." Y/n said, waiting for his response.

●"Yeah, sure." He smiled at you as he turned away as he walked away. You closed the door and started jumping in victory that he said yes.

● You and francis started getting very close with each other ever since the coffee date, and ended up being an official couple, everyone in the building knew about your relationship with Francis, you didn't care you really liked him.

● Surprisingly, francis is good at cooking and baking. He usually always helps you around the kitchen. He cooks for you all the time. When you come back from work, he's such a gentleman.

● Francis isn't really the talkative type to anyone. He doesn't really trust anyone, but with you, he feels safe telling you things, You hear him rant about hating being a milkman and how tired he's getting of it.

● This man is very affectionate he would hug you, kiss you mostly your lips, and would bring you flowers every single day.

● When francis comes back from work, you will take care of him. He usually tells you not to worry, but you end up taking care of him, Francis never really had someone take care of him he was always looking out for himself and always did stuff alone.

● He falls asleep a lot. This man is very sleep deprived. He's the type to fall asleep while watching a movie. You try to wake him, but he's a very deep sleeper, He needs 2- 8 hours of sleep.

● Francis never had time to be in a relationship, mostly because he believed love was dead since his last relationship didn't go too well.

● When he started dating you, he finally felt what being accepted is like, and he's very great full that you're in his life.

● Since you're in his life, he seems happier and gets his life to turn around.

● He loves to listen to you. It may seem like he's not listening, but he is. He likes listening to you when he's bored. He's very amuse when you're talking and listening to you, yap.

● He had very beautiful slender hands, and you would kiss it. You'd often kiss his hands or cheek to show him that you love him. Francis loves you dearly and wanted to marry you someday.

●NSFW:

● This man is a whimper and a whiner, when your having sex with him, he's very vocal about it, full-on groaning, grunting, when you're sucking him off.

● Gentle Dom and Sub

● he loves marking you, not like an owing type he respects you as an individual, and he loves how.

● He loves your lips. He loves it when your lips are coated with his cum when you suck him off.

● Very big on praising, you get off when he praises you, he treats you like a goddess, he's always telling her good you're doing and how you make him feel, etc.

● He loves massaging your nipples. Even when you're not having sex at all, he'll still play with your boobs from time to time, but during sex he's mostly sucking and nibbling.

● This man is very skilled with his mouth. When he eats you out(holy fuck) he can eat you for hours, like he devours that shit and always make you cum every single time, he mutters dirty praises throught it and would hum and kiss it and let's out a deep moan.

● Surprisingly, this man has a very high sex drive and can be able to keep up, he's really down to whatever.

● His favorite positions will be very simple and not too hard-core. He mostly likes missonary, doggystyle, cowgirl, he loves it when you ride him, etc, etc,

● He loves to intertwine his hands together during sex just so you're comfortable.

● most definitely has a mommy kink.

● He isn't big on public sex he likes having sex with you, an area that's private in his apartment like the couch or bed.

● kitchen sex 😋

● When sex is over, he's very tired and can usually last like 2 rounds. He's very affectionate he would cuddle with you, telling him he loves you, and you're so perfect you are. He would get you some water or food.

● He doesn't particularly jack off, I mean, why do that when he has you.

[crystical33]

I need more fanfics to read 🙏😞😞

[kierahn]

NO KISSING THE MILKMAN. [ y! milkman x m! reader ]

[ NSFW, minors DNI ]

yandere! francis mosses ? (that's not my neighbor) x doorman! male reader

warnings :

NSFW content (18+)

Dubcon

Asphyxiation

for my fellow milkman enjoyers, i decided to push out an update before my classes start back up. i'm tempted to make a dom reader version, but we'll see if my motivation can push me enough to do it. 🙆‍♂️ (no beta read)

✧˚ | "don't go around kissing the milkman now," your supervisor jokingly warned you when you first started your job as a doorman in your building. you wave her off with an unbothered laugh, confused by what she meant. but your questions were soon answered when you finally had the chance to meet this milkman that you were advised not to smooch.

✧˚ | he wore the usual milkman uniform with a black bowtie around his neck and a white hat sitting on top of his head. he had dark auburn hair, a hooked nose, and a pair of droopy bedroom eyes. normal people wouldn't exactly consider him as an 'attractive' guy, but he had a certain charm to him that drew you in somehow. maybe it was the drowsy look he always seem to wear or how his uniform clung onto his arms tightly, the build up of his muscles from consecutive days of carrying trays of milk. he was quite the eye candy that you easily took an interest in.

✧˚ | but of course, you had to stay professional if you wanted to keep your job.

✧˚ | your interactions with the guy were kept to a minimum and was limited to a greeting or exchange of questions whenever you would ask him for his id and entry request.

✧˚ | from the list of basic information about himself that he had given you so far, you’ve learned that his name was Francis Mosses and that he lived alone in one of the apartments on the third floor.

✧˚ | you knew that living alone can get pretty dull and lonely sometimes, given that you were also living by yourself. so you did what any normal concern neighbor would do— deliver tupperwares containing food to his doorstep whenever you made too much for you to eat by yourself. whether you did it with the intention of hitting on him or simply out of kindness, you two gradually ended up becoming good acquaintances.

✧˚ | your exchange with francis ended up expanding to casual conversations and short banters. if you're lucky, he would slip you little trinkets like pieces of candies along with his entry request. you found it endearing that the quiet male wasn't as intimidating as you first thought he was.

✧˚ | weeks soon passed with you working as a doorman at your apartment complex. you now knew everyone like the back of your hand and were getting used to seeing deformed versions of your neighbors every now and then. you also found it easier to differentiate the doppelgängers from your real neighbors.

✧˚ | knowing that you held the life and safety of your neighbors in your hands, you took your job pretty seriously. you would always check their files and appearances thoroughly to make sure that no dopplegangers slipped past your watchful eyes.

✧˚ | so imagine your surprise when the day where you make a mistake finally came.

✧˚ | you made sure to check everything; his id, his entry request, his appearance— you even called his apartment to make sure. he talked to you so casually that it left no room for suspicion.

✧˚ | "gh– fuck !" you cursed loudly, panicked as you find yourself restrained by a bruising grip around your neck that temporarily stopped your airflow. 'francis' had you pinned down against your desk, documents flying all over the room from the sudden impact of your body hitting its wooden surface.

✧˚ | your first instinct was to immediately reach for the landline that sat next to your waist, but the other male was quick to stop you.

✧˚ | his grip around your neck tightened, leaving you to arch your back slightly as you attempt to gasp for air. the landline slipped from your grasp and fell to the ground with a slight crack, leaving the device to continuously beep as it waits for a number to be placed. gargled sounds were the only sounds you could make as your fingers instinctively wrapped around francis' wrists, attempting to pry his hand off your neck.

✧˚ | "you really think your silly little D.D.D friends can save you ?" the doppleganger's voice was exactly how francis sounded like, coated with a slight distortion.

✧˚ | 'how is he so bloody strong ?' you hissed in frustration inside your head as you engage in a battle against him.

✧˚ | but then again, he wasn’t human, overpowering you proved to be an easy task for someone like him.

✧˚ | his endless days of being driven away by the D.D.D after you coldly send him off each time was over. 'francis' couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction; couldn't help but marvel at the sight below him– the stonefaced and ruthless doorman who reported him every chance he could get was now at his mercy.

✧˚ | "what's this ?" francis' gaze moved lower, landing on the tent that had unconcsiously formed at the base of your trousers. he knew that you held some affection for the real francis, but to get an erection by being strangled by someone who was a spitting image of him ? how naughty.

✧˚ | "do you really like this face that much ?" francis teased as his free hand wandered up your thigh. "took me a few tries to capture it perfectly."

✧˚ | francis loosened his grip around your neck slightly to give you a chance to catch your breath. he didn't want to kill you. not when he worked so hard to be able to get this close to you.

✧˚ | he'll admit, he had long been jealous of the real francis. the look of admiration directed at him whenever you two conversed; it was a look that contrasted the disgusted one you gave the doppelgänger each time he attempted to deceive you.

✧˚ | he found himself longing for whatever affections you had for that human. he was much better than him in every aspect. he could be whoever you wanted him to be.

✧˚ | "say less," his hand fully left your neck to tug on your tie that came with your uniform, bringing your face closer to his. you feel your face flush at the close proximity. using francis’s face proved to be useful in keeping you somewhat compliant. "i'll be nice and let you have a taste of him."

✧˚ | after he was done with you, he'd be the sole owner of this face for you to enjoy. he'd be the only 'francis mosses' in existence.

✧˚ | the metal window blind behind you slid down with the press of a button, francis having pressed it while you were distracted. now you were completely trapped with him.

✧˚ | you'd expect that a creature like him would have no idea on how humans reproduced, let alone with both parties being male, but oh was he so far from being clueless. francis knew exactly where to place his hands and lips to have you writhe so beautifully under him.

✧˚ | he didn't solely focus on imitating the real francis' appearance. he went far as to probe into both his love and sex life.

✧˚ | he once shifted into some random human female to seduce francis and bed him. he went far and beyond to ensure that he would be able to satisfy your needs (isn't he just the cutest).

✧˚ | francis didn't expect you to be so cooperative after he had literally tried to strangle you to death. he could clearly tell that you loved the real francis so much that you'd be willing to settle for his doppelgänger to satisfy your desires. that thought somehow made francis feel slightly annoyed.

✧˚ | he prepared you carefully with his fingers, just like how the real francis did it. he drew circles with his fingers inside your walls as his lips muffled your needy moans, his fingers stretching you out carefully.

✧˚ | for a doppelgänger, he was being surprisingly gentle with you. after all, he wanted you to genuinely like him; to need him.

✧˚ | “francis–“ his name spilled from your lips like a chant, and as much as your lewd moans sounded lovely against his ears, francis couldn't help but tighten his grip around your waist as he thrusted into you. he hated hearing you use his name.

✧˚ | "don't call me by that name," francis hissed, his thrust getting harsher as he ignored your pleads for him to be gentler. he was obviously ticked off. "hoon, call me hoon, y/n."

✧˚ | his other hand left your waist to squeeze your smaller cock in his fingers, matching his strokes with his thrusts which made you into a trembling mess under him. your words were barely coherent at that point, whines and whimpers the only sounds escaping your lips.

✧˚ | hoon leaned down to capture your lips in his. drool spilled from the corned of your lips, but he could care less. he wanted to savor you as much as he could.

✧˚ | you sobbed against his lips when you came onto his fingers. he pulls away from you, allowing you to breathe and removing his hand around your softened cock. he stared down at his hand that you had stained with your own cum and curiously licked his fingers, his tired eyes staring down at your fucked out state.

✧˚ | he never once stopped thrusting into you, trying to chase his own release. his stamina was not one of a human's, making it much harder for you to match his pace and leaving you to feel overstimulated with all the sensations that coursed through your body and all the orgasms that were forced out of you.

✧˚ | it took him about four rounds before hoon finally spilled his seed inside your walls for the first time, painting them a clear white. he could feel you tighten around him, your abused hole begging for a break, but that was a luxury that hoon wasn't able to give you.

✧˚ | he still had many things that he wanted to try out now that he had you wrapped around his fingers. now that he had gotten a taste, he didn't think he could stop there.

✧˚ | flipping you over so that you were now bent over your desk, hoon resumes his thrusts, his nose buried on your nape as he inhales your intoxicating scent. you chanted his name like a prayer, prompting him to hit your deepest parts which left you panting and begging under him.

✧˚ | he had no plans of stopping until he was fully satisfied and had milked you of every single drop. he had to stick to his role of being the 'milkman' afterall.

[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 🙏😈🙏😈

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“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.

————-

-------------------------------

...

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..”

——

“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…”

[ncroissant]

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS CAN YOU MAKE A FIC WHERE WE EDGE SUB!HUSBAND! FRANCIS AND THEN FUCK HIM DUMB AFTER BECAUSE HE'S BEEN SUCH A GOOD BOY AND MAYBE OVERSTIM HIM PLS PLS

sub! husband! francis mosses x dom!doppelganger! gn! reader

summary: punishing your puppy husband (pt. 1 here)

wc: 1.3k

content warning: nsfw, established relationship, anal, cock can be read as a strap, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play, overstimulation, humping against objects, public-ish sex, francis getting through the window, hand job, dirty talk, doggy francis, collaring

author's note: hi my lovelies, i'm so sorry for the long hiatus, finals season had be worn out! i'm back now, but will be posting slower than usual :( happy to still lots of engagement on my page, u guys are the sweetest!! anyways thanks for the ask anon:) hope u guys enjoy this one!! not proof read, minors please dni !!

when he heard the door click, he felt anticipation welling up in his stomach.

you creaked the door open, looking down at the mess your husband left. the pillows were messily arranged on the couch, probably soaked in his cum and his clothes were abandoned on its armrests.

there sat your needy husband, sitting on the carpet in front of the door. he was sat flat on the ground, knees spread, balls rubbing against the floor. his fat cock was barely contained in his tight black panties and his neck was collared with a long, red leash.

he didn't need any instruction on what to wear or what position to be in while he anticipated your arrival, he already knew.

"hi honey," you cooed, walking up to him with disinterested, ruffling his hair. "what with the mess, hm?" you looked around, acting as if you didn't notice the mess before.

he whimpered, hips grinding against the carpet like a puppy. "o-oh, 'm sorry, dovie. just wanted to get ready for you," he pouted, looking up at your with his big, doe eyes.

he looked so pretty when he looked up at you, so desperately wanting you to compliment how he looked or how sexy he looked sitting on the floor, awaiting your next command. anything to elicit praise would make him literally cum on the spot.

"yeah, i see that. but surely 15 minutes is enough time to clean up around here, right?" you tilt his chin up, smiling down at him menacingly. he mirrored your nod, looking more distressed by the minute.

you let go of his chin to his dismay, bending down to pick up his leash. "c'mon pup, you know the drill," you tugged at his leash, pulling him forward. he fell on his hands and knees, crawling behind you.

you brought him to the bedroom, leading him to the window. "on your feet," you instructed as he quickly followed suit. he was expecting a spanking, overstimulation until he was soaking the sheets white, but this was different.

"up against the window, francie. hands up here," you guided him, his cock flushed against the window, as he peered over at the city.

from this view, everyone looked so small. even so, it was still embarrassing for francis to be naked in front of a window. "what're we doing, dovie?" francis bit his lip, looking back at you with an antsy look.

"well since you love letting everyone know how much of a slut you are, i thought maybe i should indulge you a bit more," you pressed a kiss against his ear, placing your chin on his shoulder.

"begging so desperately for me to play with you over the phone while i was on the job," you whispered, dragging your fingers down to his v-line. "you wanted someone to watch you play with yourself, right puppy?"

he winced at the coolness of your fingers when you gripped the base of his cock. his legs were shaking, the little people feeling much closer than they actually were. "n-no, i was just...hnngh..." he breathlessly moaned.

this was turning him on a lot more than he thought. he was in the comfort of his own home, but still felt like he was display for the entire city. watching the way you played with his cock, stroking slowly.

"are you gonna be more honest with me, honey?" you murmured, your palm rolling over the tip of his cock. he jolted, feeling himself get close. he's been close, long before you stepped through the door, awaiting the punishment in store for him.

"uh-huh...nghh...i-i'll be...g-gughh, good," he was basically gurgling on his saliva, drool dripping down his lips. "f-fugh, fuck, just the tip, hngh?" he questioned, feeling his cheek smush against the glass.

you switched to stroking, pulling back at his foreskin. his eyes rolled back at the action. "such a perfect boy, hm?" you praised, toying with his slit with your thumb. "should i be more honest with you too, honey?"

he jutted against your hand, feeling his hips stutter. "m-mhm! please, dovie?" he huffed, his fingertips greasing up the window.

"honestly, i'm not gonna stop until this entire window stained in cum," you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look forward. "'n if someone sees you from their apartment, i want you to be a good boy and give them a big smile."

there was an apartment adjacent to yours, relatively far but still visible to see people through their windows. francis felt his cock throb at your confession, nodding rapidly at your wishes.

your hands were stroking at the perfect speed for him to cum, but he knew better than that. a drop of cum leaking out meant a day without cock and quite frankly, he could not survive even a second without a cock buried in his stupidly tight hole.

"pretty panties today, honey. these new?" you tugged at the band, letting them snap back onto his pale skin. he jumped, accidentally pumping himself into your fist like a flesh light.

once he started, he couldn't stop. his hips were fucking into your fist, he felt himself getting close. "oooOOGH...'s so, fuck, hnngh," his hands balled into fists, eyes closed to imagine you doing more than just jerking his leaky dick.

you released your hold on his cock, his nearly bursting tip brushing against the glass. "tryna be cute, huh?" you chuckled, completely removing yourself from him. "looked like you real close, huh?"

"unghh...dovie, 's so, so hot. 'm so f-full of cum," he whined, smearing his pre-cum against the window. his mouth hung open, panting like a dog, leaning his cheek against the window once more.

"someone's not listening, hm?" you rubbed the bulge of your cock against his nearly exposed ass. he mewled out a moan, tears spilling out of his eyes. he was so close.

you had continuously lead him close to an orgasm, only to let go of him and let him cry his little heart out from the lack of release. his eyebrows would furrow and his lip with jut out in frustration.

and every time he'd complain, you'd reach your hands up to his nipples to turn him into a crying, moaning mess.

you'd pinch and pull at them. waving your fingers over them making him puff his chest out. you'd flick at them quickly, watching as he squirmed in your hold.

"yeah, that's what i thought," you laughed, giving them one final poke.

and when you finally deemed him worthy of a good orgasm, you'd give him so many until he was physically out of cum.

"ahhhnngghhh! 's t-too much, dovie!" he exclaimed, eye crossed, head fuzzy. "y-your cock 's soo deep, hngh, feels good, oooNGH!" he threw his head back when your hit his prostate, making him cum.

your window was more than stained, cum dripping down to your carpeted floors. "too much? didn't you beg for this, puppy?" you tugged at his collar, hand gripping onto his waist.

you thrusted deeply into him, grunting at the impact. "s-someones, hic, watchin' me, dovie, mnngh..." he mumbled, making eye contact with the guy who was jerking off to the sight of your messy husband, cum splattered all over his tummy.

"remember what i told you, honey? give 'em a show," you urged him, fingers prodding at his puffy nub, tugging them towards the window. his tongue stuck out, a smile gracing his lips.

he looked so slutty. tears and drools rolling down his face, cock grinding against the cum-stained glass and his bright, pink nipples pressing up against the window.

your perfect slut.

"say cheese, dovie," you cooed, thrusting into him one last time, cum spilling into his hole. it filled him so well that it was dripping down his inner sides, legs shaking.

your fingers slowly rubbed his nipples, as he twitched from his nth orgasm, huffing wildly. he swallowed, throat dry from all his moaning. he got into position, legs spread, ass pressed deeper against your pelvis with your cock nestled in him. his eyes trailed to the guy who watched you breed him for the past hour.

"cheeeese." he smiled.

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Francis mosses x fem! reader

thick as blood

sweet as milk

"god i am down bad" you groaned getting up getting into the shower, it was.....nasty, the grout and limescale made a public bathroom seem more hygienic

but you didn't have time to think about it so you cleaned up and got out trying your best to not touch a thing, you looked over the makeup guidelines for your uniform, it had to be exact in order for the agents that came in to not suspect you. matching foundation no eyeshadow, black mascara and complimentary blush with matching lip stick

you looked in the mirror one last time before rushing out.

7 am sharp you sat at your desk watching Francis be the first heading out the door giving a small wave to you, your heart fluttered waving back. a few more residents left leaving you with a bit too much free time. most of them wouldn't come back till lunch and as stupid as dopples are for them to appear now is suicide, you look around and see a letter at your desk so you open it

dear agent 591138 it has come to my attention that no one has filled you in on your working conditions fully so I am here to do it for you. your working hours are 7am to 10 pm every full week then you will get the following work week off, we understand this is rather confusing but just know your best interest is our priority (among other things) this gives you time for recreational activities and self mental care. you do know how everything in the office works but we did just throw a gun to you like a baby. your DDD issued pistol has DDD issued bullets so we can verify the killing of the dopples or in serious cases murder of innocent civilians. an agent will contact you intermittently to check your mental health. best regards , agent 907811

what a letter. did they call you a baby with a gun? your 25.

you decided to open the filing cabinet under your desk to place the letter just to find it riddled with boxes of said bullets. you place it over them and close it staring straight into your reflection of the glass "ok lets just breath and get through it" you assured yourself before reaching into your bag for a bagel and milk, odd combination yes but its what you had in your icebox. you started to worry about your food supplies through the week from what you remember you had bread some fruit jam and POSSIBLY not rotten eggs to hold you over but you knew for a fact a grown person was not going to survive on jelly sandwiches. you looked to the phone wanting to call a cousin that lived nearby to get you some things but you decided against it for now, maybe at the end of your shift you could leave them a message with the operator. soon the middle of the day came and Nacha came in with her daughter looking rather feverish "hi so sorry we had to come back in early she's coming down with something" Nacha slid both their papers and ids through the slot holding her baby close, you looked over the info and all was in order. you even studied them and before opening the door "maybe a doctor would help more?" you asked not wanting to sound mean " oh we went to the pharmacy right before coming here, they said its probably something the kids are passing around" nacha responded happily, this woman was really upbeat it almost scares you " oh good, get better kiddo" her daughter coughed a quiet "whatever" before her mom chastised her passing the now opened door.

you looked to their papers, specifically Anastacha's.... then your stomach dropped. her eyes. her stand offish demeanor yesterday and today, you had a sinking feeling about her relationship to Francis but you weren't sure so you decided to drop the idea for now...

2 dopples came in, horrible replication so you just dropped the shutter and called the moment they spoke.

the phone rang and you picked up "hello, this is agent 907811 the one that sent the letter" the voice was manly but upbeat (imagine Gladiolus from final fantasy 15) you nodded to no one "oh hello, a little unprofessional to make wellness calls in the middle of my shift no?" you asked playfully to test the waters on the guy " intermittently, remember?" he said matching energy "noticed you got 2 already, might get more not to jinx ya" you hummed in agreement as he continued "anyway to make it easier for you instead of calling us and explaining the situation I want you to just say my name and ill know to send our boys in yellow, to save time and lives right?" he kind of lingered on the right so on que you answered "right." "great! ok the names rex." he spoke quick "wait really?" you asked absent for a minute "well no my real name is classified but everyone calls me rex, and whenever you dial 3312 it puts you straight to me~" he made you smile hearing his happiness so you giggled "well ok will do rex, time to get back to work" "yes ma'am" you heard hanging up. dreamboat was infront of you already sliding his papers to you "sorry about that Mr. Mosses" you read over the file, a blush overcoming you "boyfriend?" he asked catching you off guard "n-no, the DDD" you almost got up to let him know you were serious but fixed your seating position instead "mmm...ok" you thanked your god he had very prevalent verbal ques, made your job easy "were do you get your milk from?" he asked taking back his papers "my old apartment, believe it or not the DDD moved me in yesterday with everything I had" you chuckled thinking he took his job a little too serious and didn't want enemy milk on his turf "i give you milk now." he almost declared in an odd way. you turned red imagining unholy thoughts "the farm i deliver for also delivers here. the buildings day is Monday but ill grab a case for you tomorrow" he walked in before you could even form the words thank you but on instinct you shut the door behind him.

you tried to calm your blush to no avail, the way he just announced his caring for you! the way he said it made you swoon "i give you milk now" god it was weirdly hot!! you almost swore you heard a bit of a Russian accent when he said it. you kept holding your face praying to go back to your natural color "doll you look like a tomato" another male voice said "oh Mr. Gauss, I apologize its just allergies" you looked away for a minute before doing the usual "its winter. your a horrible liar" he tapped the glass teasingly "all is well, good day Mr. Gauss" you spoke restrained trying not to be angry with the fact he had no issue calling you a liar opening the door for him "see you later doll". you sat there a little peeved to say the least, munching on your slightly stale bagel you continue your shift.

the next morning you woke up to knocking, your heart raced putting on your robe and ran to the door opening it "its 7:30" francis looked down at you looking almost disappointed "oh my god really?? shit thank you for waking me up" you left the door wide open as you rushed to put on a fresh uniform and stuffing your makeup bag in your purse. francis watched you rush from bed to bath sighing and looking around, he placed down five bottles of milk on your counter and opened your ice box "how pitiful" he spoke looking at the carton of barely any eggs and a few rotting veggies. he took it upon himself to leave a milk out and put the rest in making you a single piece of toast. you looked actually quite presentable considering your rushing you walked towards the door hitting something hard "ow" at first you were going to cry because Francis just watched you almost break your nose but you looked up to see him looking down. god did he smell good. like bourbon and vanilla, thank god axe body spray wasn't invented yet. "I made you toast. I have to get to work." he furrowed his brows at the last bit and left you, you look to the counter to see well enough he set the toast with jam on a small plate and a glass of milk at your table.

days had passed and soon it was your friday

it was almost 10 pm but you had to stay an extra hour because the twin models were at a party. you've never really had a full conversation with them but they were nice to you even complimented you on your hair once, finally they came in beautiful gowns that made you get up to see them fully "y/n! so sorry it took so long!" Selenne said raising her hands up air hugging you from the glass which made you chuckle "its my job to see your safe return, beautiful dresses by the way" you placed your hand on the glass to match hers "why thank you, we'll show you the details in a bit" Elenois smiled passing their papers to you, you matched them up everything being in order "you should come to a party with us" selenne jumped a little visibly annoying her twin "sel she has a job to do. a stressful one at that she doesn't need more comingling with the upper-class that watches your every move" elenois huffed taking the ids back "oh actually my days off start tomorrow" you smiled "oh. nevermind, wanna wear airtight dresses and flirt with politics?" elenois laughed making you raise an eyebrow smiling, selenne slapped her sisters shoulder giggling "shes a little tipsy, yakn-" the girls went silent. all of you looking to your left to see it.

a dopple.

a twin dopple.

it was horrifying. a giant sharp mouth filled its face, no eyes no nose it snarled stretching its arm out to the girls as they screamed. you quickly opened the door hearing your own heart beat quicken with every thought, "get in the office NOW" you yelled banging on the glass to get thier attention, they did as told rushing passed El pushing her sister in forcing Sel onto the office floor next to you. the dopple sprung passed the door before you could shut it, it tripping and grabbing onto elenois' leg with its yellow claws you ran up your mind swimming from thier screams, you punched the side of its head forcing it to go down before turning its attention to you. you grappled with it on the floor yelling at the girls to get a grip and lock the main and office door, they were trembling...blood from Els leg soaking her dress as she held selenne nodding to you closing the door and locking the main one from the office. you were bloody , your fist scrapped its teeth cracking the bone a bit as you threw it againt the door earning another scream from the twins it snarled and screeched as you ran towards the stairs unclipping your gun from its holster going up a floor "all residence stay in your homes a dopple is in the building" you yelled repeating the phrase as you heard them all scamble yelling and some of the men even starting to descend the staircase before you hit the first step. the monster stood before you on the bottom step bleeding from its maw "YoU pICk uP A GOosd fiIIgHT MakeSS yoU moRe DeLishessssss" you trembled aiming "Fuck You" POW POW the pistol shot hitting its stomach, its screeches hurt your ears but you slowly backed away as it crawled to reach you it was fast ripping off quite a bit of your skirt as you kept pilling the trigger knowing it had no more than 8 rounds finally it hit its chest making the thing go down by the second floor.

you laid there on the steps breathing heavy hearing almost nothing as everyone crowded around you asking questions and tending to your leg, but you heard nothing.

you got up pushing poor mia to the side backing down stairs passed the body pulling it by the leg to the main floor and leaving it at the end of the steps, everyone but Nacha and nat following for obvious reasons. you walked to the office opening it with your key seeing the twins holding one another sobbing looking up at you, they smilied running up and hugging you close you could start to hear their voices thanking god and thanking you...the gun was still in your hand so you walked passed them slowly sitting in your chair and placing the gun on the desk everyone ran to the girls to inspect them as you dailed the number "....rex....i had to kill it in front of all of them.." you croaked "coming now kid hold on" his voice sounded shaky but you were still processing everything the smell of blood and what seemed like rot, the stinging sensation of your cuts and bruises...the sounds of your residence begging you to answer them. oh.

you breathed in a sharp breath finally being able to sense everything "please step away from the body" you stated to the mcoolys looking over at it "you really killed it" the older one spoke in shock "oh dear your skirt " gloria took off her head scarf to cover you but francis stopped her taking off his wrobe and placing it over you "the ...blood" you managed to get out "fuck the blood right now" he stated mia dressed you in it as the twins blocked you making sure your panty hose were no longer exposed, all of the men looking away either in respect or fear of thier wives.

DDD came escorting everyone upstairs as the other half stayed downstairs to clean up "didnt think we'd meet this way" you looked up from the chair the shmidts brought out for you to sit as DDD officers looked over your wounds. it was rex. a taller man in casual business attire with salt n pepper hair "you did good kid, you saved those girls and the rest of them" he held out his hand to you , you shook it nodding "thank you" he nodded back letting go to speak with a yellow suit qietly "well it seems theres no fatal injuries on any of you , they dressed your wounds so now you rest" rex looked down at you . some would say you looked like a beaten dog but maybe that was just rex "your one tough bitch y/n." he walked off with the hazmats in tow, "i think its time for you to rest baby...you look close to passing out" gloria squeezed your arm as your eyes fluttered, you were passing out and fast "ill take her home" francis spoke up "and we'll stay with her" El and Sel spoke together "she cant sleep in those clothes" el added , everyone agreed as francis picked you up slowly treating you like glass to your apartment the scent of his shampoo and his warmth made you pass out holding him tighter

you could almost hear him stiffle a tear as he held you closer.

end part 2

[yesimilkdamilkman]

Hoon Hoon franics has tentacles, argue with yo mama😖😖🤭

(this was in my quese but im here to add more)

Look at the fanart ive found

made by @wanwan_sfw on twitter

(get in my askbox and give me your ideas)

[writersp3n]

···➯ 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐆! 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬  𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Getting back into writing after being gone for so long!! Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Milking the milkman, even if its his doppelganger ;)

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, gore (?).

7.8.24| 𝟏𝟔𝟖 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✂〰〰〰〰〰

Clothes that are stained with the blood of humans, discarded on the floor of your office. The hat that he wore not on his head, but yours. Rocking your hips back and forth as your on your tippy toes, ‘Francis’ had his arms wrapped around your waist. You were really milking the milkman right now, letting your sensitive nipples rub against his broad chest.

His member becoming coated with your cream, as your sex drools on his length. Fingers tangling  in his hair, as you felt your orgasms approach. Slowing the movements of your hips, just for him unwrap his arms around you and grab your hips. Claws digging ever so slightly into your flesh,

“I didn’t tell you to slow down did I, rabbit?” He growled slapping your ass, before using your hips as leverage while slamming you up and down on his cock. “F-fuck, Francis!!” You squeal, “Just a little longer rabbit,” words spoken through gritted teeth. Nipping at your shoulder, before picking up the pace.

[laaffogato]

Secrets Doppelganger Francis Mosses X Wife Reader

-> [ TW ]: Slight Angst

-> [ Video Game ]: That's Not My Neighbor

-> [ Pairings ]: Doppelganger Francis Mosses X Wife Reader

-> [ W.c ]: 962

-> [ A/n ]: This fanfiction has been replaying in my head for a week now so I finally decided to write it down in a fanfiction. Between me and y'all the milkman isn't really my cup of sweet tea but I still like him because of his design anyways let's get on with it! 😜 P.S. this isn't proofread so there might be some misspelling I will fix it later though!!!

You stare at the black screen of the TV as the sound of ticking from the clock on the wall and dishes behind you clink as they touch each other.

You pick at your hands nervously still staring at the blank TV, your breath picking up as you hear the humming of your “Husband” behind you pouring the tea into the porcelain cups you two shopped for together on your 2nd anniversary.

The humming continues as the sound of the plates underneath the cups being picked up and the footsteps walk towards you on the couch.

You hold your breath, closing your eyes as your “husband” places one cup in front of you and holds the other while sitting down.

You quickly grab the teacup and grasp it tightly.

You close your eyes as you feel the heat between your hand and your heart rate picking up. Your “Husband” starts to take sips from his cup taking small breaks in between.

You glance at him from the side of your eye to see the side of his face. You move your eyes downward and see he still has the clean white shirt of his milkman uniform on with the small black bow tie undone and still hanging under his collar and his usual milkman hat resting in between you two.

“You are not my husband…are you?” You question in a low voice, your heart rate picks up even more as the sound of sipping besides you stops abruptly.

Then the sound of the teacup being placed on the coffee table before you is heard.

“Mmm… What makes you think that beloved?” It asks you as you feel his… no, it's stare piercing the side of your head as if you have laid your head on two needles.

“You're not my husband…” you repeat, you can feel yourself gulping unconsciously as you breathe out through your nose.

“I ask again sweetheart what makes you think that?” It asks again as it reaches for your clenched hand in your lap.

It grabs your hand and holds it tight, it almost feels like how Francis would grab your hand when you're nervous but it also feels different…cold, unfeeling, fake, velvety.

“My love, why won't you look at me?” It asks as it tries to put its face in your line of sight.

You quickly turn your head the opposite way.

“How long? How long have you been pretending to be my husband” you question it again.

You hear a hand moving across the couch and a quiet thump on the ground as the milkman hat falls on the ground.

You can feel it scoot closer to you on the couch almost as if it's trying to get under your skin.

It wraps its arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. You feel colder as you can feel its breath on your ear.

“What are you talking about my dear wife? This has always been me.” It whispers in your ear.

“LIES!!” you shout as you push it back standing up and turning around to face it.

You turn and finally look at its face.

Its eyes black holes with a white dots staring back at you, its skin pale almost as pale as the milk Francis sells, its mouth a wide gape almost as if it's trying to smile. You hear a faint “Hoon…” coming from it as it just sits there staring, observing.

It tilts its head as it moves to sit on the edge of its seat on the couch. Its white dots for eyes drift towards your mouth as it's open in shock and back towards your eyes.

You hug yourself as you back up tears dripping down your face.

“What have you done to him?” You say as you back up towards your bedroom.

It stands up slowly, too slowly for a human to manage; it turns its whole body to you.

“Nothing at all, I am him.” It says but it mouth, it doesn't move an inch it's like it's coming from inside of him.

“Liar, where's my Francis?” You say as you back up some more.

It walks closer to you and backs you up to the wall. It grabs your left shoulder with one hand and with the other grabs your chin to make you stare in its eyes.

You gasp again and relax a little as you stare into its eyes slowly seeing the monster melt into your husband, Francis again.

“Hoon…” It chants softly as it brings your face closer to him.

“Francis” you whisper as you slowly breathe.

“That's it, it's me sweetheart.” He says as he smiles a bit.

You smile softly as you hug him. “I'm sorry I freaked out Francis.” You say as you close your eyes.

“Mmm…It's alright sweetheart, maybe it's time to go to bed?” He questions as he pulls you away from him to look at him again.

You start to feel drowsy as you stare into his eyes and nod. “Y-yes I haven't been getting sleep lately.”

Francis turns you around and starts to push you gently to your shared bedroom with him following you.”It has been a long day, hasn't it?” He says gently as he turns around to close the door behind him.

He stares into the mirror facing your shared bedroom room and it shows his real form with black holes for eyes and a wide gaping mouth.

He glares at the reflection of himself a bit scolding himself for almost letting his true self slip to you.

“Yes, it has been my love.” Your voice is heard behind him. He turns around to glance at you and then back to the mirror before shutting the door to the bedroom.

Thank you for reading!

[sim-patelle]

Francis Mosses headcanons

sfw, nsfw mentioned ¬> MDNI

neutral!reader, it's really sweet, the tired guy, from the game "That's not my neighbor", MILKMAN

Artist from the fanart : @__kozuu on X(Twitter)

Looks

His hands + fingers are long and slim, a little bit brighter skin tone than his usual skin (yk cus cold)

His knuckles are a bit raw, just a little bit

Has cold hands definitely

Height between 5'10 and 6'2

Definitely is slim, but a little defined six pack

Not that wide shoulders, more like average

Had Scoliosis as a kid

A bit longer arms

Always looks kind of pale because he's tired all the time

Has defined cheekbones and jawline

clothes & jewelry

Mostly wears straight black jeans or trousers

He has black cardigans

He literally doesn't know any other color to wear except white, black, Grey and grey-blue

He needs clothing education from you

Only has a slim silver ring on his right middle finger as jewlery

But also wears a watch with him, just not on his wrist but in the pocket of his jeans

Anything pt. 1

Definitely listens to true crime podcasts (how ironic haha)

But when music is on his ears, it's mostly Falco, Joy Division, Taco and The Police

Still kind of Lana del Rey coded

I'd say he has a big brother who had asked him for money several times, but Francis got tired of it

Regrets his job, or at least wants to change his occupation

If he reads he has extra glasses for it, otherwise his eyes will burn

Reads mostly magazines about architecture and daily news

He definitely is a person that reads the newspapers

Physical activity

Challenge him to a fight and he'd win easily because even though he's slim, he surely has strength in his legs and arms

Flexible as hell

Can play basketball, but you need to build up endurance with him

Took some surfboard lessons in the past, but never surely can ride a wave in perfection

Today he mostly is busy with his job and chores, that he doesn't do any sports anymore

Appartment

Messy, his appartment is quite dirty, but still okay to look at

But definetly don't go into the kitchen

He only washes the dishes once in a week

Please show this man some color, his appartment is only decorated with white and black things

The plants he has are dried out, even the cacti

But Francis's bathroom is really clean

Like really clean

If you would enter the bathroom with shoes, he'd literally throw you out

He only once all 3 months has the urge to really clean his appartment

relationships

Had gone through a divorce in his mid 20's

Since then he never really trusted anyone, except you

You finally showed him how acception feels

He's grateful to have you

And he shows it by gift giving and acts of service

Since you are there, he finally tries to get his life together

Don't expect to get many words of affirmation, because you know he's an introvert

He loves to listen to you

He'd lean on the palm of his hand with his head and slightly smiles as he listens to you yapping

Then out of nowhere, he'd say how much he loves you

When you both go to sleep, he is on the side of the wall, with his back on it

He'd gently wrap his arms around you from behind, that you back is on his stomach

It's beautiful to sleep like that, when you're the little spoon

Often kisses your hand and scalp, everytime when he greets you

His hand would look so beautiful on your forearm, covering it almost fully

Nsfw ¬> MDNI

You know what those fingers could do..

And not only his fingers

Gentle Dom and Switch

Loves to see you over him as you sit down on his dick, his slim arms holding onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed

He's a hickey guy, but not like an owner thing, he doesn't really like to 'own' you, you are an individual and he loves how independent you are

He definitely loves when his eyes are covered with a blindfold when you take charge

he would also be the type who would start to whimper slightly when you put your hand over his mouth, when he's close to releasing

And when you do, god he comes so much

He's not really someone noisy, but he knows that you like it, so you hear his heavy breaths all the time and sometimes little grunts, and as mentioned the little whimpers

You always have your hands intertwined, he just loves to press your hands

It's also a safe-word thing between you two

accidently called you "mommy" one time

Mostly would say pet names like "honey", "my little one", "darling"

When you press his hand three times fast in a row, he knows to slow down or stop if you want it

It's really important for him to know you're alright

Would try out anything you want to try out with him and he'd be honest with you when he likes it or not

Is proud of you when you take his length all in you

He mostly would fuck you in the appartment, mostly on the couch or bed

But if the kitchen is clean, then definitely there, 100%

Would say things like: "I know you like that", "show me a little more honey", "you are so beautiful", "take it a bit more", "I'll be so good to you"

Anything pt. 2

Doesn't really drink Limonade or any other drink like that

Just give him water and he'll be fine

But istg don't give him milk, he'd freak out because he can't see it anymore

He'd fall asleep first when you wanna watch a series with him, you know why

Francis finally looks relaxed when he falls asleep next to you, his head leaning onto your shoulder or head

You have so many pictures of him sleeping

Francis always buys groceries when they're reduced

Drank too much energy drinks that they don't even help him anymore

When you once gave him a rose, he literally couldn't keep it together and you bet you saw a little tear in his eyes

He immediately wrapped his arms around you and didn't let you go for 10 minutes

He is just so happy to have you

And you are happy to be someone so special to him, that he got a picture from you next to his bed

[mistydeyes]

perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

[mistresswriter19]

That's Not My Milk Ma'am... ( Francis Mosses X Female Reader ( NSFW)

🔞 Heavy Smut Warning 🔞 ⚠️

Author's Note: This Milkman has been quite popular in the main and there's a lot of thirsty art of art and fics so joining the band wagon of writing fanfics of Francis Mosses because we all need more of him 

Enjoy ^^

1964 ~

You had a job as a doorman or should say doorwomen by checking the residents ID'S and letting them the keys to their apartments every day and it seemed like the hours were very long for you. The people you had to keep track of every time they stepped out from their rooms were your neighbors. That's correct you knew everyone from the floor you were at the third floor apartment three. There has been an outbreak of doppelgangers and you had to be sure that you were carefully keeping watch of your neighbors and if they were doppelgangers they would be exterminated according to the local government.

Another rough day and it seemed there weren't any doppelgangers to report. You went to bed and tried not to think about anything else except for one person you were absolutely interested in but didn't know if they would have the same feelings for you.

( Knock Knock)

You rubbed your eyes as you open the door to see a tired yet attractive milkman holding out a jar of milk as he mumbled his words with a blank expression.

"Your milk ma'am " Francis said as he swiveled the jug seeing the milk tilt to get your attention.

Oh I'm sorry, I must have zoned out. You said putting your hand behind your back with a nervous laugh seeing Francis amused.

It happens to all of us ma'am especially with this " stinking dead end job ". Francis explains with his face looking down at the carpet of yours.

I see but I do appreciate you delivering milk. I know a job like that seems hard. I said holding the milk with both hands and it was still cold must get the first ones you thought to yourself.

Thanks Ma'am Francis replied tipping his hat as a polite gesture which made you face turn pink a little as you did your best to hide at least Francis didn't look because he was busy counting more Milk jugs he had to deliver.

I'll definitely use this milk to drink, and probably for breakfast meals I said trying to start a conversation since it was quite hard for Francis to open up to anyone who always keeps to himself and focus on his job.

See you Ma'am Francis looks back at you then picks up the tray of milk in jugs his foot away from the carpet but you step in and place your hand on his white uniform which caught his attention making him turn away as you wanted to freak out.

WAIT!

Mmmm…

I…uh..I was wondering… Okay no more being awkward… Franics may I come by your apartment when your off work? I like to keep you company. You said as you delicate fingers brushed away from his shoulder. You didn't know how Francis would react and being quite bold to honestly ask him out. After a few minutes of silence you want to close the door but you heard Francis talk making you put your hand away from the door.

Sure, I'll be out by 7pm,

I'm next door to you on the second floor, apartment F0-3 02. Francis explained as you had his full attention.

You sure about this it's just a offer you said putting your hand around your shoulder showing your shyness there was no way in your mind he would say " sure ". But your left kept ringing this wasn't fiction it was reality.

Sure Francis repeated him as adjust his buttons from his uniform making you twiddle your fingers because Francis is a very attractive guy you laid your eyes on his milkman hat always perfectly straight, chestnut brown hair hard to see from the hat but always a mess from the rounds he goes each apartment and house to deliver everyone there daily milk before the day runs out. Belt in place buckled and seemed to have a reflection from the silver attached to the black leather strap keeping hold of his white pants matching his whole white uniform. Francis black stylish shoes were always shiny and heard a squeak. Sometimes just everything about him was perfect. You also couldn't forget his black eyes with a white pupil yet he was so tired but you hope one day he could smile.

Alright sounds perfect. See you soon you said as Francis nods, grabbing the cart and walking away heading down the stairs. You went to follow seeing him go outside knowing each door to deliver milk. Made you have butterflies in your stomach whenever he would walk or hand someone a fresh milk jug.

Francis I wish you were here… you said underneath your breath fantasized with the milk he always delivers but you mostly kept the milk instead of using it all up he you were afraid Francis wouldn't come back. Seems odd but it was a way to remind you of his appearance.

At The Milk Corporation

Francis just got back from the neighborhood and he placed his hand above his head wiping the sweat dripping down his neck. His job wasn't easy getting up around 4am in the morning delivering milk door to door. Sometimes he'll just leave the milk and not answer if he has a lack of sleep. Overall Francis had decent people he encountered, some would flip him off or some wanted to be in bed with him that's where he goes for the main exit outside. Many of his coworkers were the first ones to finish as they drank coffee or smoked a cigarette talking about their lives, everyone chimed in except for Francis who would keep to himself.

"Fuck… I can't keep this up, my knees are going to go out this age "

Exhales from cigarettes " They should pay us more for being up so damn early to deliver milk to people who honestly don't give a shit what happens to us ".

Sips from coffee " It's a job and I have to be somewhat grateful especially for the creepy shit of doppelgangers going on this town".

Franics would open his shirt a little and light up a cigarette laying back on the chair just thinking to himself. How does he do this all day and mostly be home at night? He did look forward to seeing Y/N. He knew from the start that she had a crush on him and made Francis smirk a little as he looked at the clock. More milk jugs have to be filled with cartens to pull and write daily reports. Francis took out his cigarette and got back to work soon or later it was 7pm time to clock out.

Back In The Apartment

I can't believe I'm doing this… you said with your hand clutching on the end of your dress showing your anxiety, you wanted to look nice and presentable by wearing a formal dress, with heels, did your make up, and got your hair done also carrying a purse. You then sigh and saw it was pass 7pm and then Knock on the door.

( Unclicks)

Hey you made it, Come in Francis said opening the door all the way letting you in as you did a curtsey showing nice gesture.

Thank you Francis you said with your hands holding onto your purse with your heels clicking from the ground taking a look at Francis place seem nice, a few vintage style posters, ash tray with newspaper on the table next to the radio. The walk to a kitchen wear it was pretty small but durable for two people, some apartments can give you so much, you step into bathroom, nice tub, men body wash, shaving cream, perfect size toilet and a window nearby that's been closed for years.

You have a lovely home You said looking more around the place instead of Francis because you had two feelings: anxious and excitement.

Thanks Francis replied, tipping his hat like he did in the morning when he first gave you the daily milk.

You wanted Francis to open up. You decided you were going to cook something for the both of you while you chat as you went to the kitchen picking out the ingredients he has and Francis didn't mind at all. The only downfall was no one has ever talked to him for a while except for his daughter who he hardly doesn't see at all.

So Francis, How was your day? You said putting on the stove cooking some hamburger meat into medium size patties with the cheese melted as Francis walks stands leaning against the wall answering your question.

It was fine, tired but I got the amount I was paid for so the same usual day like others when it comes to their job. How about yours?

This was a good start. Francis was opening up little by little with you as you used the spatula to turn the burgers over while smashing, placing a few eggs, peeling the shell, and slicing potatoes.

Well everyone has to do a job but I'm glad it was fine for you. If you want to talk about anything I'm here for you. You said as you then added a scoop of mayonaise making a potato salad to go with the burgers.

Thanks…. Y/N. You're the first one who's ever wanting to know about my day and visit. Francis said walking closer to you as you finished the burgers placing the buns together and serving them in a plate. You felt Francis body lean to you as you couldn't help but your face turned pink he was a very attractive milkman. You brushed it off and place the food on the table.

I hope you like it, since the weather is pretty warm, why not homemade burgers and potato salad, you said with a smile.

This looks delicious thank you. Francis said as he took a bite of your burger and the fork to take a bite of your potato salad. Then you went to the fridge to grab drinks all you say were mostly beer and milk.

Beer or milk Francis? You ask having a hard time deciding

Beer for me, had a long day. Francis replied, taking a few more bites of the burger as you nodded, opening the bottle cap and handing it to him. Then you realized your fingertips touched, causing you to look at each other, then looked away a little.

How's your job as a doorwoman? Francis asked as he takes a long sip of beer tapping on the tip a little as you answered not really touching your food just more interested in communicating with Francis.

It's good, I had no doppelganger situations just the usual residents, checking there IS and leading them to there rooms. The usual but it was nice I got out a decent time when I was able to swing to meet you. You said your hands folded together.

That was delicious food Y/N thank you. It's nice to have company I really don't reach out based on the face I always have because many people would bring me down or were just not interested and I've been alone for years and I got around with life. Francis pointed out as he took more chugs on his beer the way to cope from his job. You honestly felt bad for him and wish you were there from the beginning but now could be your chance.

You have me Francis, I know it's hard being on your own and talking others but you can trust me, I'll be here with you every step you said putting your hand into his palm causing Francis to blush a little from the response he put his hat tipping so you wouldn't see his flushed reaction which made you giggle because it was cute.

Y/N… Franics said as he held out your hand giving it a small kiss as a sweet gesture making your heart skip a beat from the affection this milkman gave you.

Oh I didn't see your bedroom yet, you went to open the door but Franics immediately jumped out of his seat and grabbed your arm telling you not to go in there but you did and he had a plan yet king size bed, clock on a wall, his usual uniforms on the floor, vinyl records then you noticed jars of milk as you went to examine that's when Franics open up to you more than you think

Wow I didn't know you like to keep milk in your room, I wouldn't mind I am kind of thirsty you said but Francis slaps the jug out of your hand causing you a red mark on your skin.

Don't! Francis said as you were rubbing the mark he gave you demanding a explanation.

Oww… what's wrong with you! You yelled hurt from his actions but it changes when he explains himself

That's not my milk ma'am…Francis said turning the other way as you were confused then took a moment to realize that was his semen in those jugs in his room. You look back turning red from embarrassment yet you felt your cross your legs because a hint of arousal building up your body.

Do.d..d..do you get those urges? You ask trying to reason with him.

Sometimes… Francis said

Oh we all have the urge and there's no shame, we have to put our mind and work to rest and focus on some pleasure in our life you explained. You said you were feeling the heat because of Francis.

You and Francis gaze at each other for a while until you two then press lips together for a kiss. Francis went first the kiss was filled with passion and some lust in between. Wrapping each other's arms together as you kissed a little faster with Francis causing you to breath quite heavy.

( Huff… Huff… Huff…) Y/N I need you, can't take anymore with these jugs of pleasure myself .

Huff Francis… I..I ahhh!

I'm going to make you squirm and have you more ~ I'll be the top and you'll be the bottom following my word. Francis said, placing his finger upon your lip rubbing, making you clutched on his white uniform.

Yes… you said with your face flushed and breathing heavy.

You felt Francis suck on your neck with his hands pulling up your dress with a shiver in between it's been a long time you had pleasure like this. A few drapes and tongue your fingers dangles between his milkman uniform undoing his buttons one by one as he leaves a few marks around you and pulling off your dress top exposed nipples he smirk with a tug and pull made your squirm .

Haaa~ Ahhhh~ Francis sensitive..ahh.. you said as Francis placed his mouth on your breasts sucking them dry like a cow aching for milk. Francis then in between took the buckle out of his pants pulling out his cock that was aching with his cream already dripping down his pants he was that desperate for some attention and a pussy to be filled inside.

Y/N fuck… you're the reason why I have this side I don't show to others ha…ahh~ Francis as he continue to kiss you with his slip in between causing you two have salvia drip down at the end of your lips. He then toss his hat aside revealing his messy brown hair with your hands feeling his scalped and how soft his hair was as he then proceed to undo his tie opening part of his tighten broad chest making your legs shake in between with the slide of his fingers slipping your panties to the side spreading you wide open as he look back at you.

Francis ha…please put it in you pleaded with your hands now onto his shoulders he listens to your sweet sounds as he presses the cock inside your pink bulb causing you gasps .

Shh~ Shh~ Relax I'll go slow ~ Francis replied as he brushed his fingers dangled to your hair as he started to thrust feeling the slaps of both of your bodies he made a groan fucking you nicely as you rolled your eyes back body leaning down as you moan out Francis many times.

Ahh..haaa..Francis..haaa.. yes.. yes.. Francis…oh! You said as he kept fucking you in front as he placed you more onto the sheets and he leaned in kissing you upon the lips quite sloppy as the two of you hold onto each other with the cum stains on the bed. You wanted Francis and he really wanted you.

You could milk me anytime darling fuck~ Francis replied when he went faster since he was closed. He then proceeded to grab a jug as your leg wrapped around his waist, not letting go seeing his cock thrusting more up and down. He probably wanted to store his semen of having sex for someone beautiful as yourself.

I'm close fuck.. I'm cumming…I'm cumming I'm fuck… Francis said as you moan more out as his hand was on the wall to keep it together as he finally released his load and half he place his cun in the jug groaning in between as he held onto you.

I guess you could call that your secret stash of milk you said while exhaling after he came hard and loaded. You look down to see your pussy dripping from cum as well with your hair a mess as Francis chuckles in between and laid next to you on the bed. The two held onto each other.

That was incredible Y/N~ we should do more of this often Francis replied his finger onto your button nose as you look back laying your head against his chest resting your eyes

Francis...

Mmm?

I love you… you replied as you drift off to sleep while Francis kissed your cheek and held onto your hand and he then smile looking at you tired and filled with bliss.

I love you too~ Francis said back as he drifted his eyes holding you close bundling up to stay warm a new begin starts with you and your local milkman ~

End~