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A disgusting—squelching sound could be heard as Francis repeatedly stabs the Doppelgänger after it had managed to catch on to your pretending. “Fuck you.” he spits, the blood staining his uniform as he turns towards you, his glare dangerous and deadly. you and francis has been acting like a married couple under the doppelgänger’s eyes for weeks, trying to survive together. “get in. we have to leave, immediately.” he orders in that low raspy voice of his, definitely not screwing around.
“hold on tight doll, this might get a little hectic.” he warned before pulling the handbrake lever towards him, accelerating the car. It wasn’t long before a dozen of creatures could be seen on the rear mirror, chasing after the car. his strong, veiny hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard, you’d think it was going to break. “don’t mind the bodies, they deserved it.” he adds, noticing the way you clutched at the grab handles as a result of the car shaking violently. he maneuvered the car with ease, giving you the impression he’s been doing this for years before he hurriedly stopped the car infront of your shared apartment and placed a hand on your back—making sure you made it out first.
“head inside and wait for my signal. if you hear the door open and I don’t say, “honey, I’m home.” don’t open the fucking door. fight if you must, but don’t lose hope. don’t you fuckin’ dare. you hear me, doll? Godspeed, babe.” he said before you ran towards the apartment door, closing it shut behind you and soon retrieving a knife just in case.
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A few minutes later, you heard the door open and it wasn’t till his familiar voice said the exact words you’ve been waiting for that you rushed into his arms. “honey, I’m home.” he said, letting out a soft grunt as he felt your strong grip around him. he couldn’t help but scoff lightly and smile down at you. “what’s this doll? had a change of heart?“ he teased, his large thumb reaching down to stroke the soft flesh of your cheek. “forgive me for bein’ so rough earlier, hun.“
“it’s okay.. I jus wan’ make sure you’re okay..” you whispered softly, pulling away briefly to look at his blood covered uniform and checking to see if there are any injuries.
he emits a low chuckle at your words, his rough hands cupping your face, smearing a streak of blood across your cheek. “I’m tougher than I look, toots.” he says, his tone giving away hints of his amusement. “those bastards couldn’t lay a finger on me.” but he decides to indulge you, wanting to ease your worries. as you inspect his uniform, the fabric was stained with dark splotches of crimson, evidence of the violence he had unleashed. His expression remains stoic, unaffected by the bloodshed. yet even after that, you seem almost unsatisfied even when you notice there are no traces of him being hurt anywhere. you’re almost tempted to ask him to take off his shirt but you control yourself.
Francis couldn’t help but notice your dissatisfaction almost immediately as your brows furrow, giving you the cutest of expressions. “don’t worry about me, doll. I've seen worse,” he tries assuring you. his gaze softens for a moment, a flicker of genuine concern flashing in his dark eyes. “are you alright? did any of those fuckers manage to hurt you while I was distracted?" he changes the subject, realizing he hadn’t checked to see if you had been hurt ever since he came back.
despite his rough and cold exterior, a part of him genuinely cares about your well-being even if he has difficulty expressing it at times. you can see it in the way his warm palms linger on your cheek, the way his eyes look down at yours in search of any signs of distress.
you shook your head softly, placing your hand over his, which lingered on your cheek—gently stroking his skin. “you always worry s’much for me..” you whisper softly, unable to resist admiring him. “y’take such good care of me.. I’m startin’ to want to be more than just your pretend wife..” you add, looking away from his gaze as you gently trailed your hand across his uniform.
his eyes widen briefly at your words, following your movements with delicate attention as he felt a tug at his heart. his gaze then locks on you and for a moment, the silence engulfs you both. he couldn’t help it. his hand, still bloodied, gently cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
his gaze bore into yours, as if baring your soul to him. “toots, you can’t be sayin’ things like that,” he rasps, his voice think as the tension between you both intensifies. he needed to know if you truly meant that. a sweet thing like you jus’ couldn’t be sayin’ things like that. not to him, not to such a dangerous man like him.
his grip on your chin tightens slightly as he leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against your face. “baby, I'm no good for you—shit, I’m rough around the edges, dangerous even. I've seen darkness that would make your skin crawl and darling—I've got demons inside me that I can't escape. I'm not.. the kind of man who can offer you the white picket fence and roses.” he says, unable to stop the self deprecating words coming out of his lips. he needs to keep you away, keep you safe. somehow.
“I'm a damn fuckin’ killer, baby. I don't know how to love like they do in the movies. and god knows, you deserve all the fuckin’ love in the world.”
“but francis..” you start but he doesn’t let you finish. thank god he still has some self-restraint in him because, god, is it hard not to capture those lips of yours into a kiss as they part softly to pronounce each word.
“I won't pretend that I'm not tempted, sweetheart. you have no fuckin’ idea how hard it is f’me right now,” he confesses, his voice hoarse with desire. “there’s always been somethin’ ‘bout you that drove me wild. everythin’ you did, everywhere you went I found myself hypnotized—no. infatuated with you. I can’t.. fuckin’ put it into words, sweets.. you’re too good f’me, too damn good.” he continues, pressing his forehead against yours and gently breathing in your sweet scent, before he leans down to press his lips against your right ear.
“toots, I could never forgive myself if I brought you into this, into my dark world. we live in a fucked up world and god knows I’d do anything for you, even kill for you. but sweets, i could hurt you, and the thought of even, by accident, scarring your precious skin it.. fuckin’ haunts me. you deserve so much better than that.” he whispers, holding back from just leaning down and capturing those sweet lips into a kiss.
yet despite all of his words, all of his fuckin’ warnings, you couldn’t bear to be away from him. ‘fuck,’ he curses under his breath when he feels your soft curves press against his body, almost begging him to reconsider.
“but I don’t see you like that at all, francis. I promise. you’re very dear t’me.. y’save me from all these monsters.. I don’t want to leave you.” you plead softly, your soft breath brushing against his neck as your hands rest on his broad chest. you felt his pulse quicken and you can almost see the internal struggle in his eyes. it’s almost like, you know the effect you have on him. fuck it, he couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to but he had to try. one last resort before—his train of thought is suddenly interrupted as he feels your lips press against the corner of his lips.
you had noticed his hesitation and couldn’t help but want to convince him with a kiss, standing on your tippy toes to try and reach his face.
“doll..” he tries to protest, his voice hoarse as he felt his hands twitch with the need to touch you, to devour you right then and there. “please, i promise I’ll be good and make sure you never have to worry ‘bout me ‘nd my safety anymore..” you plead, taking his large hands into yours and placing it on either sides of your waist, only to feel his grip your soft flesh and pull you closer. he couldn’t deny you anymore. he couldn’t, not when you pleaded so softly, not when those soft hands of yours guided his rough ones to your delicate skin. god, you were impossible to resist.
In a swift movement he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, each brush your lips against his driving him mad with need as he pulls you flush against his body, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress.
you let out a soft, breathless moan as he deepens the kiss, your hand gently finding his atop of your waist and slowly but surely, guiding it to your thigh. “fuck, doll,” he growls between kisses, grabbing your thigh and lifting so It’d rest on his side. he lets out a throaty groan as your hands tangle into his soft hair, pulling him closer as your lips move against his. “damn it all,” he breathes, his voice husky with undeniable desire. “If you want this, doll, if you're sure about me, then fuck it all.”
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he wasted no time in hoisting your legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he walked into his bedroom. his hands roamed all over your body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever he grazed. he guided you down onto the bed with utmost care, his lips trailing down your neck and leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses in their wake. he laid you down carefully, the sheets embracing your warm, sweaty body as he swallowed your gasp of surprise by bringing his lips to yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. his tongue demanded entry and you willingly opened up, their warm and sinful dance setting your core ablaze. his body hovered over yours, leaving no space between you both as he wanted nothing more than to rip the barriers of clothes separating you both intimately. his body’s pressed against yours, the hard planes of his chest and abdomen molding against your soft curves.
his hands roam your body, gripping your hips firmly. the possessiveness in his touch matches the hunger in his eyes, as if he can't possibly get enough of you. his lips move against yours with a demanding fervor, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip before delving into yet another deep, tantalizing kiss. each sinful moan that leaves your lips only serve to turn him on even further, a wet dent already forming on his pants.
and god, It didn’t help that your core was pressed right above his crotch, making it impossible for him not to rock his hips into you while eliciting those moans from you. it wasn’t long until he found himself taking off his own shirt, button by button as he refused to break the kiss, his movements slow and deliberate. his fingers soon fumble slightly, driven by an extreme mixture of desire and impatience as he struggles to undress himself while keeping his lips locked with yours.
finally, with a soft growl of frustration, he breaks the kiss to tear his shirt open, the buttons scattering across the room. his sculpted chest now exposed, carved with lean muscles that ripple with each breath he takes. a view reserved for only you. a low, curse muttered under his breath as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. his hands trail teasingly along your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps before they slide under your dress—the fabric riding up your body softly. his lips descend upon your neck, suckling on the soft skin and marking it with passionate bites, each one a testament to his possessive nature.
he could feel the way you were squirming beneath him, in need for more, in need of him. the feel of your hand guiding his to your hips distracts him for a split second before he follows your lead as you use his grip to slide your underwear off. he can’t help but smirk halfway before hooking his fingers into your waistband, pulling it down while trailing kisses down your stomach, onto your hips then down to your core. his gaze darkens almost instantly as he drinks in the sight before him, his breath hitching at the raw vulnerability and trust you bared. you were going to make him lose his damn mind..
he broke the kiss, his breath hot fanning against your ear as he murmured, “fuck, you’re so damn wet, sweetheart.. s’it all for me?” he asked, his words alone sending shivers of delight down your spine and you couldn’t help but nod, unable to form a coherent response. he lets out a soft hum before his thick fingers dance teasingly along your slick folds, your wetness coating his fingers. francis’ touch is commanding yet tender, his fingers expertly exploring your depths, almost as if he was a fucking natural, seeking out every sensitive spot that makes you gasp and writhe beneath him.
he lets out another delighted hum as he pulls his fingers out of you, admiring it’s glisten with your slick. “open up baby, take it all f’me..” he coaxes softly, lifting his body up slightly so he could admire the way your lips parted for him, so pretty, so obedient. his left hand captured your chin in between his fingers before slipping his fingers from his right hand, wet with your slick into your mouth. “yeaah, fuck, that’s a good girl.” he praises, the wet, sinful noises that come from his fingers pumping in and out of your mouth filling the room. his cock was practically leaking at this point but he had to taste you, it’s all he’s been dreaming about for the past few weeks. after he had finished stuffing your mouth full of his thick fingers, he pulls his soaked fingers out from between your lips, the soft gag sounds that came out of your mouth dying down.
he then brings his fingers soaked in your saliva to his lips, licking them clean. he watches with amusement how you shy away from his gaze, embarrassed by his methods, causing him to let out a low chuckle. “oh darlin’, don’t be shy. you taste so fuckin’ sweet, y’know that?” he playfully whispers, gently nibbling on your ear before his left hand slides in between your thighs again to circle your clit softly, eliciting a whimper from your lips. “but I ain’t done with you yet..” he says before leaning down to press soft kisses down to your core, his lips stained with your arousal. his tongue flicks against your clit, sending shivers all over your pussy with ease, as if he knows your body best.
he dives in, eating—no. devouring you like a starved man, feeding off not only your sweetness but the oh, so filthy moans and gasps that escape your lips. his hands grip the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing it possessively as he buried his face between your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulder. he lapped at your folds, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your wetness as he made sure to keep your thighs open for him.
“fraaan—cisss..!” you whined, attempting to close your legs as you were about to lose it. “no no no, toots. keep those pretty legs opened f’me—jus’ like thaat.. good fuckin’ girl.” he praised before diving in further into your core, the sweet scent of your arousal almost dizzying him as he eats you out.
his name spilled from your lips like a sinful prayer, breathless and inexplicably raw. you couldn’t hold back from arching your back as your fingers gripping his hair as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. if only you had any idea how close he was from exploding right there and then. your moans were driving him insane and he wanted nothing more than to be in you, to consume you—to claim you as his own. but he needed to have a taste of you first, he jus fuckin’ had to.
“toots, you okay up there?” he asks softly between slurps and licks as he gazes up at you from between your legs to see you murmur a breathless yes to him with a weak nod. “m-mhm.. feel real’ hot..” you whisper with soft gasps and pants, earning a soft adoring smile from him as he gently presses a kiss to your clit. “I’ll make you feel good, princess. I’m almost done..” he whispers softly before intensifying his slurps and licks, his only goal to bring you to the edge.
your stomach burned, you felt hot, so incredibly hot and sweaty. you were going dizzy, trying to clutch at something other than his hair, worrying about hurting him. “sweets, don’t you worry your pretty little head about hurtin’ me. fuckin’ pull at my hair if you need to, m’all yours, hm?” he coaxed, trying to reassure you. he knows you’re too much of a sweetheart to pull his hair as much as he’d want you to, you just worry too much for him but he knows sometimes you need to let it out. “let them out baby, don’t hold them in. let me hear those sweet filthy sounds for me, yeah?” he continues, trying to convince you not to pry him of listening to your sweet moans.
you moaned out his name, your fingers curling into his hair as he expertly sought to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. your moans were like music to his ears, something he could listen to for ages and never get tired of.
when you finally come down from your high, he laps up your essence, a low grunt escaping his lips as he delves further into your core, reaching in to swallow each and every single drop—making sure not a single one goes to waste. with one final torturous lick, he removed his mouth from your aching core, leaving you gasping and trembling with need. “fuck, you taste so fuckin’ divine.. sweets, you never been touched like this?” he asks, crawling back up to capture your lips into a kiss as his big hand strokes your hair. he gazes into your vulnerable expression, tears in your eyes as you shook your head. “no.. not at all..” you confessed, your hands wrapping around his neck as you felt his trail kisses down your jawline, neck and collarbone, his hand slipping underneath your dress once more and tease your nipples. he wasted no time sliding it over your head, wanting to see more of you.
soft, needy moans leave your lips and you look down to realize that his lips were already latched onto one of your nipples and the other fondling with the neglected one.
he caressed your breasts, pulling and teasing at your pretty nips until they were hard peaks begging for his touch. “ya got such pretty tits, sweets.. can’t believe I’ve been missing out on these..” he whispers, continuing his movements for a minute or two before crawling back up while leaving a trail of heated kisses up your collarbone and to your neck, his breath hot against your skin sending shivers down your spine. kisses from your collarbone to your neck and finally, onto your lips.
but you needed more, you needed him, completely and utterly. you wanted to make him feel good, just as he made you.. so your hands then trailed down his toned body, hands down their best to reach his belt and tugging at it, hinting at your want.
“look at you, toots,” he rasps, his voice dripping with temptation. “you’re a whole fuckin’ treat, sweetness. you need more, don’t you? so innocent, yet so eager for more." he purred against your soft skin, mingling with the heated breaths shared between you. “tell me what you want.”
but your words were caught in your mouth as his hand traveled south and he plunged his fingers in you again, making a scissoring motion and stretching you out. you were unable to hold back your gasp, your back arching off the bed as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.
“francis, please.. please don’t, mph—! tease me..” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea. your plea for him to stop teasing was met with a deep chuckle, a dark glint in his eyes. “patience, doll,” francis murmured, his voice a mixture of both command and dominance. “if I don’t stretch ya out now, ya won’t be able to take me, hm?” he leaned down, his lips grazing your earlobe, eliciting a soft shiver from your lips. “I’ll make it worth the wait, sweetheart, trust me.” he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. he was a giant, in both size and height but he knew how to handle you, how to make every inch count. he knew the challenge it would be for you to accommodate him fully if he didn’t prep you first. so he took his time, exploring every inch of you, his touch both gentle and possessive.
your needy, needy whimpers spurred him on, driving him to delve deeper, to make you his. his fingers curled once more, hitting that soft, gooey spot inside you, causing a moan to escape your lips. you had become putty in his hands, completely and utterly surrendered to his touch.
but francis wasn't satisfied with just one finger. he knew you needed more, craved more. he slid in another finger, thrusting in you with a steady rhythm, stretching you further and making you mewl with pleasure.
“I’m almost done with you, sweets.. I’ll give you everything you need just.. shit, let me make sure you're ready for every fuckin’ inch of me.” he rasps before withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at your entrance after he judged that you were ready.
he looked down at you, his gaze holding a mixture of intense desire and tender adoration in his eyes. “hold onto me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse.
his strong hands gripped your hips, guiding you closer to him as the head of his throbbing member pressed against your wetness, teasingly brushing against your swollen clit.
his size was immense, his length thick and demanding. he knew that taking him fully would require patience and mostly care, he didn’t want to hurt you. the tip of his arousal brushed against your swollen folds.
with one hand braced on the headboard beside you for support, francis entered you, inch by agonizing inch with a slow, deliberate thrust. as the feeling of fullness—of being stretched to your limits by him made you gasp and arch your back, a cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you welcomed his intrusion. your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss to distract you from the slight discomfort and pain you may experience. he made you so full you could feel his bulge poking through your stomach. he filled you completely, his size making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“oh my, fucking god, sweets.. you’re still so fuckin’.. tight.” he breathed, his voice filled with awe. his hands dug into your hips—your flesh, his touch grounding you. his hoarse and gruff as he held back his own moans. soft pants left your lips as your nails dug onto his shoulders, doing your best to cling onto him as much as you could. you felt so full yet all you could do was cling onto him. more, more.. you needed so much more..
your walls stretched to accommodate his impressive girth, a delicious mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain but francis made sure to never push too far—making sure to give you time to adjust even if it was almost ruining him.
once he was fully sheathed in you, he pulled away softly, a quiet groan escaping his lips. “fuckin’ hell.. you alright, sweetheart? y’need a break?” he asked, his hand leaning in to stroke your cheek, worried he may have gone too fast. you shook your head softly, pulling him closer and pleading with him, “no.. ‘m okay.. please.. don’t stop..”
“fuckin’ hell, doll,” he groans, his voice husky with desire. he gazed down at you, his dark eyes filled with a primal hunger that made your knees weak. and with that, he gives your lips a gentle peck before he began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
the room was filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, the headboard creaking with every thrust. he took you with a hunger unmatched as his hips rock and roll against yours. “fuck.. yer g’na make me come already, sweets..” he rasped, his breath uneven as he continued his passionate movements.
“francis..!” you cried out, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “I'm... I'm so close!” your walls contracted around him, signaling your release. he could feel it too, the way you tightened around him, the way your nails threatened to rip his skin. “I know doll, I fuckin’ know.. you can do it, I know you can..” he growled before capturing your lips in another deep and tantalizing kiss, swallowing all of your moans. each one of his thrusts was met with a grunt from deep within his throat, making your sensitive tits bounce from the sheer force.
the feeling of his strong, muscular body against yours, his grip firm and possessive, only managed to make you wetter, your arousal dripping and coating his massive cock. “shit.. y’cant get enough of me can ya?..” he emits a breathless laugh between kisses, his hands shooting out to grip your wrists and pin them down beside your bed as his lips left yours to press against your ear. “I’m assuming you’re gonna need another round, won’t ya?” he mocked, his breath fanning against your lobe as you whimpered, unable to take much more.
as you squirmed beneath him, he could sense your craving, your insatiable hunger for him. his hips were still rolling against yours in a rhythm that drove you to the edge, making you cry out and tear up.
“please, please, please, let me come..” you whined, your walls clenching around him as your body begged for release. with a soft coo, he decided to oblige and quickened his pace, every thrust pushing you further towards the edge, making you lose yourself in the sea of pleasure.
the room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin, your ragged breaths mingling together as he couldn’t manage to stay away from your saliva coated lips.
“francis—!” you cried out again, a warning that you were so fucking close to letting go as your toes curled, your thighs tightening around his waist. “god damn it.” he moaned, unable to hold back either. with one last powerful thrust, he sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in ecstasy.
the clench of your walls around him tightened, triggering his own release as his hot seed spilled deep inside you, filling you completely.
he collapsed on you, his breathing heavy and labored. he could feel your hands tangling through his hair as you moaned out of relief against his ear. his arm wrapped protectively around you as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I fuckin’ love you..” he whispered, leaning down to bury his face in your neck as you held him close, your legs still wrapped around his waist. “I.. love you too..”