#Reacted Asher

[capitalisticveins]

Baaabe HCs yaaayyyy

- Clean freak x100

- Has the BEST wardrobe in the entire cast, listeners included. They don’t have as many shoes as Milo by a longshot, but the shoes they do have are IMMACULATE.

- Only reason Sweetheart said they could outdress David and Angel at their wedding is because it would be impossible to outdress Baaabe.

- Their favorite character is Edna from The Incredibles

- Both them and Angel grew up from humble beginnings, only difference is when they got with someone who had enough money to retire early *cough cough Asher cough cough* they IMMEDIATELY took advantage of the situation

- And no I don’t mean they were only with Asher for his money, I mean whenever they saw something they wanted the puppy-dog eyes and baby voice were activated instantly.

- They’re street smart. But academically? …it’s a miracle they got an office job.

- They take like 40 minutes to get ready in the morning

- Hates, hates, HATES chocolate ice cream.

- Chocolate ice cream specifically, too. They’ll eat chocolate bars, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate milk, chocolate covered strawberries, whatever. But chocolate ice cream? NO.

- Also hates mint ice cream, and mint in general, including mint gum and peppermint candycanes

- Them and Asher follow the Olive Theory. He hates olives, they don’t, so he gives all of the olives that are ever in his food to them.

- Except they don’t actually like olives, or believe in the olive theory, but they think it’s cute that Asher does so they eat the olives he gives them to make him happy.

- Best thighs in the game sorry not sorry

- Never was into sports but they’ll go on a run from time to time

- Was one of those students who never participated in PE but still passed

- Owns at least one pair of heart-shaped sunglasses

- Whenever the pack goes to a beach or pool, they play chicken against each other. (In case you don’t know the game, pairs of people stack on each other and try to push the other players off their partner’s shoulders). Asher and Baaabe are the only couple where the mate is carrying the shifter.

- Baaabe and Madelyn LOVE to trade embarrassing stories about Asher.

- They own a fur coat.

- They owned a pet ONCE in their life. It was a stray cat they found on their way back from elementary school.

- They managed to keep it hidden from their parents for 3 months before it found out how to open their room door. The parents gave it away instantly.

- They prefer cookie dough ice cream, or normal vanilla.

- Used to like rollercoasters, then heard of the Surge, and never went on one again.

- When Sam was added to the Mates GC, they were the only normal one who actually introduced him. Sweetheart and Angel were busy trying to do an “initiation ritual” by spamming the witch emoji.

- Baaabe was usually known as the only normal mate, until Tank and Sam started dating officially.

- BEEFY.

- Can suplex Asher and David.

- They don’t actually know if they can David, they just say they can.

- But they have suplexed Asher before.

- Has called David “Davey” on purpose once.

- David knows them as the “normal one”, and thought he was just hearing things, so he asked them to repeat themselves. They were going to call him Davey again, until they saw Arden, Angel, and Asher all signaling behind him to stop. They called him David.

- Pink and red otter pops are their favorite.

- Has a total of 5 siblings. All younger by more than 3 years. 2 girls and 3 boys.

- When meeting Asher’s parents for the first time, Frank taught them how to fish, and Asher’s mom asked them to read a preview of a book she was working on. It was the most heartwarming experience they’ve ever had.

- Asher’s never met their parents.

- Only on good terms with 2 of their siblings.

- When running, they run slow, but they can run for a long time.

- Only sport they personally say they’re not shit at is Tennis.

- They saved up for months to buy the ring they wanted for Asher, and he’s a light sleeper so it was a PAIN getting his ring size, but it was worth it.

- They would’ve proposed in the indoor date night audio if they knew they were going to have an indoor date night in the first place.

- Can hold secrets like their LIFE depends on it. Want to tell someone a secret but don’t want them to tell anyone else? Baaabe is your best friend.

- Will work overtime (I’m talking double shifts) without telling Asher on accident. Earlier in the relationship, they’d come home to 5 cop cars outside their house, and Asher (in his mom’s old robe, a green facemask, and plastic curlers in his hair) crying to a police officer about his “missing mate.” He never got charged with misusing 911 since technically their whereabouts were unknown for an unusual period of time, but they’ve learned to let him know that they’ll be home late so he stops blowing shit out of proportion.

- Will be overdressed for the SIMPLEST shit. Going across the street? Not in pajamas they’re not. 

- Uses the sandwich method to eat cupcakes.

- Actively and routinely goes to the gym with Asher

- Works at Vesta Distribution Co.

- Tips Guy over 15 bucks each time he delivers their food to compensate for Asher’s…existence.

- Eats Oreos the correct way. (without taking off the cookie bit and licking off the creme)

- Can effortlessly blow bubblegum

- Can’t swim, so if they’re at a beach or a pool, they either stay on land, or just walk in the water and stay standing.

Taglist: @ajfromabove

#Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Baaabe #Redacted Baabe #Redacted Babe #Reacted Asher #Redactedverse

[milophiliac]

When he was a teenager, Asher once tried dog food in his wolf form to see if he'd like it. Spoiler alert : He did not, Milo still makes fun of him for it to this day.

#redacted asmr #reacted asher #redacted asmr asher #redactedasher

[romeo-the-homeo]

asher calling a double date ‘strength in numbers’ is so funny to me

#redacted asmr #reacted asher

[mayashesfly]

Every time I'm graced with RadioStatic and StaticMoth Angst, you KNOW I'm going to make the ugliest noise known to man.

I would wheeze scream wail whistle like a fucking dying kettle because DAMN is the Angst so good with these ships

I want to eat them and hug them and chew them in my mouth

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #staticmoth #one common thread I've noticed is Vox dying while Alastor and/or Valentino has to deal with the aftermath #and honestly I find that fascinating #maybe it's because we already know how Vox would react if someone he cares about dies? #or maybe it's just fun tormenting Alastor and Valentino #and honestly? #same #something about Vox gracefully taking his death while those taht care about him grieve is very *chef's kisses* #though I do feel like Valentino would also be the type to willingly die for Vox when he knows Vox doesn't love him as much as Alastor #but he still loves Vox in his own way #(We already saw how Alastor reacted to his near death) #(but it is interesting to think about what he would be like if the context was different)

[samcollinsbf]

a few redacted piercing hcs

im like sooo tired rn so these are very unorganized feeling + i will make a more cohesive post tomorrow or something with more of the dudes but for now my thoughts must be shared.

these are organized in order from most to least me just projecting so bear with it

CW for body modification described in pretty heavyish detail + mention of needles of course under the cut

Darlin

darlin has 1738292933 piercings like just trust me

they have 2 professionally done from when they were like a baby but the rest they did by hand

as i've stated before they've given sam a couple of ear piercings

like the amount of trust you need to have in someone to stick a needle in your ear hello !! holding your vampire boyfriends face in your hands !! they mean a lot to me can you tell.

they've gotten infected a million times before probably but each time are like fuck it we ball !!

they're actually decent at piercing now though. they've got the routine down and can name the technical term for like every piercing imaginable

Lasko

3 total. 2 lobe + 1 helix

lasko love of my life did his helix himself but like. horribly. it was shortly after he left his parents place so idk he was running off adrenaline a little

he is not a super adventurous man but he was having a moment and figured it couldn’t hurt That bad.

tried to do it with a sewing needle in his bathroom mirror

it did infact hurt that bad. bro had to stop halfway through to take a breather like helix piercings hurt so bad if you’re doing it on ur own especially if you don't kno wtf you're doing

he powered through it though and im so proud of him

ASHER OMG

11 total

5 lobe 3 helix 1 industrial

he’s also a self proclaimed expert piercer

except his pain tolerance in Low. six feet under the ground. he is in agony every single time but is like Fuck it we ball !!!!!

he is a LIAR though and tells everyone it’s like Super easy and quick to do

david knows the truth though.

asher’s first time piercing his ears was in david’s bedroom when they were teenagers

bro had a sewing needle a block of ice and the feeling of pure spite

towards what idk he had an emo phase he was having a moment like lasko🤷‍♂️

david probably incessantly told him to Not to do it because its “stupid” and “going to get insanely infected” but at some point gave up and just watched as asher attempted to stab himself in the ear as he sat criss cossed infront of davids bedroom mirror

they had radio head playing in the background because the image made me giggle.

asher ended up chickening out with the needle halfway through his ear because it hurt

david had to do it the rest of the way for him like the ally to the trans community he is 🙏

and OH MY GOD i saw these earrings at niles months ago that were like little red circles about a centimeter wide with silver paw prints on them

he wears those.

ACK damien my love

i feel like he got an industrial piercing at some point

actually you know what he actually had a shit ton of ear piercings

day to day though he takes them out all you see are a ring of little holes in his ear because they kept getting caught on his clothes + he wears glasses and he hates how it feels when the click against things

he keeps them in at night through and will wear them for special occasions

ok these get less detailed from here on out

elliot : left eyebrow piercing + gauged ears

guy : ok this is based off some like fanart i saw of him that i actually can’t find now that im looking for it but i think he has a double eyebrow piercing (whoever has made fanart of him like that im kissing u on the face ur like sooo real for that one bro.)

vincent : SNAKE BITES. also like small gauges

milo : i think !! he has a septum im not sure though

ok im like atually way to tired to continue i just really like body modification have i made that clear enough.

#redacted asmr #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted sam #reacted darlin #redacted asher #sam collins #lasko moore #redacted elliot #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted guy

[mod-x]

Last one I swear, because I have an assignment due tomorrow at 9 am and won’t have time to do it later. And I have 40 minutes until I have to be somewhere. 

For the lovely @liberhoe

TW: This one involves dysmorphia

“Hey babe,” Yuu calls out to you, coming around the corner from the kitchen into the living room. “I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

“Mkay,” you answer quietly. You pull the neckline of Yuu’s hoodie up to your mouth, eyes on the tv in front of you. 

Yuu stares at you. “Um....” Usually you jump up and race him to the bathroom to shower with him. It typically leads to some spicy time, or just some casual loving on each other’s bodies. And now you’re just sitting there. You didn’t even lift your head. 

Then his eyes drift to the hoodie. It’s his oversized one, the one that you wear when.... He mentally smacks himself before walking over and standing in front of him. 

“Hey, move,” you whine at him, shrinking down into the hoodie. 

“No. Come shower with me.” 

“I don’t wanna.” 

“Yes you do. You want to, but your brain is being mean to you. Come on.” He holds out his hand to you. 

You stare at it for a good minute before sighing. He wouldn’t give up. Sometimes his determination is a curse. You take his hand and let him lead you to the bathroom. He takes his shirt off and you quickly look away. 

Yuu notices and frowns. This was not good. You wouldn’t even look at him. He clears his throat to gain your attention. “Take the hoodie off.” 

“No thank you.” 

“Babe. You’re not gonna shower in my hoodie. Take it off.” 

You sigh again and take it off. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and move your gaze to the ground. You gasp when Yuu’s hand makes you look up into the mirror. “Yuu--” 

“Shh. Lemme show you something.” His other hand smooths down your arm. “You’re so perfect. Your arms give the best hugs in the world. I dunno what I would do without your hugs. They make me so happy.” Then it goes to your stomach. “I love holding your tummy. It’s so soft. Makes you so cuddly. You’re my favorite teddy bear.” Then your thighs. “And these.... They’re so soft. They make the most amazing pillows. They’re squishy, too. They make me happy.” 

You sniffle softly, watching his movements. Yuu’s hands trace your shoulders. “Your back and shoulders are so strong. I could stare at them all day. I love watching the muscles work.” He meets your gaze in the mirror. “There are gonna be good and bad days. Where you love and hate yourself. But I will tell you every day how damn perfect you are. I will show you if I have to. Don’t let your brain be mean to you, okay?” 

You nod and turn to him, eyes big and watery. “Mhm.” 

“And you’ll tell me next time you’re having those thoughts about yourself?” 

You nod again. 

“That’s my boy.” Yuu kisses you softly, cupping your face. He pulls back a little. “Now let’s take that shower.” 

#asher🔥 #my starlight💫 #liberhoe 🌠 #fishy🐠 #i forgot tags in the first one #nishinoya yuu x male reader #I maybe got carried away #but Yuu would absolutely react this way

[charmedbuffy]

ngl i actually liked the way they did the last scene. dislike when people insist that breaking down on your knees and sobbing is the only appropriate way to show sadness on television or else you’re a bad actor.

#everyone reacted differently and that was realistic #with the exception of asher but i’ll hope he just didn’t know cause 💀 #lexallamerican #all american

[softredrobin]

asher early access (maybe kinda spoilers? vague spoilers)

hey, waiter? there's angst in my fluff. yeah, yeah, i wanted the no-angst fluff. thanks.

#redacted asmr #love the way im implying i could tell a waiter if they got my order wrong here #redacted asher #early access #ren reacts #ash my beloved

[musamulta]

I went into the Asher Adams tag to get gifs for Josh... and now I remember why I don't go in that tag.

#i swear half the tag is people hating asher #asher made mistakes but he's not a bad guy #in fact he's done a fair amount of good #and spencer came in and just fucking pushed him out #which happens sure but asher's allowed to be upset and feel replaced #especially when spencer legit steals asher's girlfriends... twice. two girlfriends. #but asher's the bad guy for being upset? reacting poorly? #asher's the bad guy for not wanting to admit when his family was struggling? #or not wanting to admit when he became homeless? #yeah sure he was a jerk in s1 but the man has GROWN #yeah sure he made mistakes doing steroids but like... people do things like that when there's that much pressure on them #the man has lost EVERYTHING so many times #girlfriends. spot on the team. home. money. his FUTURE because of a previously undetected HEART DEFECT. #anyway people can heck off with the asher adams hate just cause they think the stale bread main character is in the right #ooc #rant tw

[asher-ic3]

Same

What’s wrong

So I told my brother to clean ONE simple thing up and he just said “well you saw it first” and I told him that I wuz going to go take a shower,, well about 20 mins later after I’m done putting my clothez on (i wuz scrolling around on my phone like i alwayz do) my mom wuz calling me and asked me to face time her so I did but she wanted to see my brother so I said yez like why wouldn’t i, and I walk out of my room and what I told him to clean up STILL wasn’t cleaned up and he didn’t even pay attention to what our mom wuz saying and I wanted to punch the shit out of that kid

Don’t care if He’z younger than me, i would still beat the shit out of him

#asher asks #i might just be over reacting but yea

[notmyneighbor]

Let Me In ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 9

Word Count ~ 5.5k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ doppelgänger sex, body horror

Also available on AO3

Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

taglist ~ @luthien-elvenia-asher @fishfetus @gaudesstuff @nekee-lilac02 @msdevil333 @rrnrjn @maskedpacific @yoongiwantsme @that-0ne-simp @kaislashes @charli33-b33 @finalitgirl

Francis Mosses’ route is almost done for the day.

He normally started with the farthest destinations first and then worked his way backwards, finishing close to his home in the DDD sanctioned apartments.

But there had been a last minute add on, sending him back out again, further from the city and into the suburbs. He’s tired, as always, the early start to each shift, the thin walls of the building that do nothing to suppress the activities of his neighbors taking their toll. He rubs at the drowsy lids that keep insisting on shutting. Almost finished. Just this last one. Humming to keep awake. He should stop on the way home, pick up something for dinner. But that would mean delaying his return. Did he have the energy to even cook?

He’s thinking about you, the pretty young woman that guards the entrance now. The best part of his day. He should get you flowers. Say something, anything, instead of just polite formalities. Maybe today would be the day he found enough courage to express his feelings.

A little more alert now. His eyes flick to the paper on his clipboard. Yes, nearly there. He’s not familiar with this road. The houses are not as well kept. Some even look abandoned. Overgrown lawns. Broken windows. A tendril of misgiving curling around him. Something felt wrong. Maybe he should just say he couldn’t find the address. Offer up this part of the route to someone else working for the company.

But what if the person really needed it? It wasn’t fair to discriminate, was it? That sense of duty keeps his right foot pressed on the pedal. He’s going to finish the job.

He’s reached his destination. It’s difficult to see the numbers, half hidden by the weeds threatening to overtake the mailbox. At least the window panes are intact in this dwelling. Curtains cover the interior completely. The entire home is encased in shadow, darkness that seems to sap the sunlight from above.

The milkman shuts off the engine, easing out of his seat. He’s a little stiff from the long drive, the lateness of his shift. He touches one ear to a shoulder, repeating the process for the opposite side. A satisfying series of cracks. The rear compartment slides open and he lifts the wire rack from storage. The sun is strong against his back, a little perspiration making the white material of his workshirt cling to his skin. He’s suddenly craving something cold to drink. Maybe he should just invite you out. There would be enough time before curfew. Sodas at the local diner. He imagines you blushing that pretty pink shade, your hand covering your mouth. Shyly accepting his proposal.

Francis isn’t really paying attention to the cement walkway he’s traveling on that leads to the front door, ignoring the crab grass poking through the seams of each concrete slab. He doesn’t spare a glance for the peeling paint of the clapboards, the tarnish of the metal doorbell. The door creaks open and he’s got a smile on his face, his customary greeting for customers combined with thoughts of you. Just a heartbeat shy of reacting in time to who—what— waits for him in that dim interior, the hand reaching for the handle of the basket changing course at the last moment, latching onto his wrist and dragging him inside, the basket falling from his fingers, the glass shattering, spilling dairy product over the entryway.

He’s pulled off balance, thrust to one side, barely managing to keep his head from cracking against the wooden floor. Subflooring, not even a proper finished layer. No furniture inside. The home was stripped bare, except for the heavy drapes over the windows, the last illumination from outdoors disappearing from view as the door slams shut. The air is stale, musty. He feels the dust beneath his fingertips. No one has been inside here for a long time.

He’s barely started to struggle to his feet before the creature is upon him. Doppelgänger, he thinks with panic. It has to be. Hands pin his wrists down to either side of his face, his body shoved down beneath the heavy weight of the invader.

It’s not the first time he’s encountered one directly.

Once, when he was younger, he’d gotten separated from his mother at the supermarket. Not paying attention, distracted by the array of goods on the shelves, lost in whatever daydream had overtaken him, until he’d felt the hand on his wrist, the hand that didn’t belong to his parent or a concerned employee or fellow customer, but a doppel. The feeling of claws digging in. Seeking to break the skin, to draw out some blood, just the smallest amount needed to copy his appearance. The pain before an off duty DDD member had thankfully intervened had been sharp, hot, an intensity he’s still never forgotten years later.

This was not that feeling. This is like being submerged into a warm bath, but the water was sticky, cloying. It hurt, but there was something pleasurable about it as well. A kind of numbing tranquility. Pressing against becoming pressing into.

Hold still.

The command said aloud, or in the depths of his mind, he can no longer tell. One last burst of adrenaline making him struggle. The quick, disdainful flick of a claw, the alien’s true appendage, dragging across his skin. He feels the flecks of blood spattering near his collar, hears the wet collisions with the starched fabric.

“God help me…”

The only part of a plea or prayer he can muster. There was no escaping this. He can feel the thing burrowing inside of him. How was it even possible? The doppels only cloned or consumed humans. This merging was something new.

He can feel it digging around in his brain. Sifting through his thoughts.

A DDD establishment resident? Challenging.

Your face. He focuses on it in his mind, recreating each detail of every feature. The scent of you. Summer flowers.

Who’s this?

Don’t hurt her. Don’t you dare—

The numbness has worn off. It is no longer a soothing feeling. He is burning from the inside.

I won’t let you harm anyone. If you’re going to be me, then be me. You’re not going to hurt anyone ever again.

Let me in. Let me in, stop resisting.

Forgive me.

What’s happening? Changing me, I’m not…

Not one or the other. Combining.

Something new.

***

“Francis, wake up.” The doppel’s eyes fly open. A moment of disorientation and panic visible on his features until his eyes find yours in the wan morning light spilling in through the farmhouse window. “I think you were having a nightmare.”

Your hand rests against his bare chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. What would an invader dream about that would make them so afraid? Being discovered? Destroyed?

He reaches a hand to touch your cheek. “Sweetheart.”

“I’m here, love. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kiss the corner of his mouth. He turns his face slightly and captures your lips again. Hungry. Nipping at your bottom lip. He’s turning, rolling you beneath him.

“My love. Mine.” Tasting your neck. His palm warm and heavy as it dips beneath the scooped neckline of your nightgown. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and index finger, tugging lightly, bringing them into stiff peaks. You squirm, writhing beneath his touch, the mouth of your sex watering for him. Always so ravenous. You can never get enough.

You’re not wearing panties. It’s easy for a pair of fingers to slide right into that warm, wet tunnel. Your breath hisses. He steals the next one, his mouth covering yours. Your fingers wrap around his forearm as he begins sliding the probing digits in and out.

“I want to devour you.”

“Yes, Francis, please…”

“Eat you and then fuck you,” the copycat’s voice continues low beside your ear. “You’re mine.” A growl. His tone coarser. A little more of the doppel side of him showing. Possessive. Aggressive. Acting in retaliation to something in the dream he’d felt threatened by.

“I’m yours.” Your pelvis rocks up against his hand. “It’s you that I love, that my heart belongs to.”

“What’s inside…”

“Yes, what’s inside.”

“Mine forever.”

“Forever.”

He moans against your neck. A broken, human sound. Lips trembling. Pressed gently in a line down your body, the fingers still thrusting in and out, tongue darting out to taste between the petals of your flesh, nose digging into your mound as he grinds his mouth against your clit, sucking. Your hand is now buried in his hair, your eyes watching the way the rising sun filters through the lace curtains, dappled light and shadows painting your torso, lighting threads of gold and chocolate in his hair, on the fine hairs that cover his forearms. A haze blooms around him, a shining halo, a precursor to the pink tinged eyelids, the exploring fingers now withdrawn, claws just peeking out, hinting at what lies beneath, his tongue replacing that vacancy, no longer the short one belonging to the man whose body he inhabits but something serpentine teasing inside, unfurling, squirming, reaching deep, fangs teasing the pink flesh outside, the reddened invader’s eyes asking, begging for permission.

You’re terrified, exhilarated, he’s never been there before, not when he’s like this, he’d been so careful to not let the beast out and you haven’t pushed him, it’s only been a week but it feels like so much longer and you want it, gasping an affirmation, fingers tightening in his tresses. The sensation of being so thoroughly tasted, explored, consumed as the intruder’s teeth sink, pierce, lost in that pad of fat above the start of your sex, his tongue buried inside while he sucks, drawing your bundle of nerves taut against the roof of his mouth drives you right over the precipice, the back of your skull digging into the pillows as you keen, whine, whimper, he drags every desperate sound of pleasure he can from you until you can no longer stand it, overly sensitive, overwhelmed, quaking as you see the rising face of Francis Mosses, no longer giving way to the monster inside.

His next kisses on your mouth are gentle, allowing you to recover, stroking your shoulder, carding through your hair.

“Where did you go,” you murmur, suddenly feeling languid, relaxed, your extremities tingling pleasantly in your post orgasmic state.

“You’re not afraid at all?”

“A little. But I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me.”

“It’s difficult to stop it.”

“So don’t,” you challenge.

“Oh, love, we’ve talked about this. I can’t…”

“Kiss me with that mouth. Your real one…”

“You want that?”

“I want you. I love you.”

“Sweetheart…” His tongue spears your mouth. Still human, still holding back.

You reach down, caressing his hardened cock. “What were you dreaming about? Tell me, I’ll chase them away. Won’t let anyone hurt you…”

“Hnggh…” He moans, his breath quickening. His body shifts, his erection nudging your entrance, your splayed legs tightening around him as he penetrates you, his mouth close to yours. “I was dreaming about the past. The day it happened, when I took Francis. He changed me when I went inside him. Weak body but strong mind. Faith. His feelings for you. I was terrified of being lost in that union. Sharing, merging…unmaking and rebuilding my identity. The way that feels, coming apart like that…”

You gasp and he settles his hips against yours, resting his weight there for a moment, buried inside of you. “He made me want to be him. I couldn’t resist. I’d never wanted anything so badly. Until I met you. The want I have for you, love. The sheer ache of it. I would do anything for you. Risk anything, give anything. You have become my entire world, my universe. The thought of losing you, because of a momentary slip of the reins, because of something I’ve done…I can’t bear it.”

You swallow past the lump forming in your throat. You’d asked him about Francis’ end so many times, halting after he’d stated it would be the end of your reason for he, the doppelgänger, to be with you. But that wasn’t true anymore, was it? Because you’d fallen in love with him. And you felt the same way. You’d risk anything, give anything to be with him. And now you know the truth of it. Why this doppelgänger was so different from the others. Different, because the human whose body he’d taken had irrevocably changed him. Altering his goals, his desires. Tempering the craving for annhilation. Seeking a more peaceful integration. A life with you. The milkman’s final gift.

“I know why you’re scared. I won’t try to push you. I just love you so, so much. I want you to know that.”

“Sweet girl,” he sighs. He’s blocking most of the sunlight now, his face looming above yours. “Just a little. I’ll try…”

You nod. “Let me feel you, love.”

His hips lift. Creeping out of you inch by inch. His eyes changing again. Jaw shifting, mouth evolving. A ripple across the surface of his stretched lips. Teeth parting. He’s entering you again, his cock mirroring the violation of the alien tongue now probing yours. Still gentle, cautious. Your flavor there. Closing your lips over this new shape and texture. Still muscular, smoother, thicker until it tapers at the end, coiling around yours.

Your body is on fire, your earlier release already forgotten as you roll your hips against his. A rough groan. The hand cupping the side of your waist tightens, thumb digging into your flesh. Every time his body collides with yours, the pressure against the bite he’s inflicting sends waves of pleasure through you, your swollen cunt throbbing around his prick.

You’re whining again, a needy, pitiful sound hummed around that foreign tongue invading your mouth, curling and stroking, sharp teeth dripping saliva down onto your lips, sliding over your chin and down your neck.

Then it is Francis’ mouth hovering over yours again, his soft brown eyes gazing into yours as he sheaths and withdraws over and over, a little crooked grin of triumph, pleased he’s done it, he’s maintained control.

“My bride to be, my future wife…” The words becoming temporarily incomprehensible, his face burrowing against your neck. “Forever…eternal…I am yours…” He’s looking into your eyes as he cums, filling you with hot spurts of seed, everything in that gaze begging, pleading, that this will be the time, the future he wants to conceive inside of you coming to fruition at last.

***

You’re watching Francis Mosses’ doppelgänger in the mirror.

Hair tidy, side parted, slicked into place. Dressed in a button front shirt and slacks. Freshly shaved. You love watching him get ready. The care and attention he gives the process. Wanting everything to be proper. Perfect.

“I believe I’m ready. What do you think?” He turns to face you.

“Very dapper. I’m sure everyone will be very envious when they see you leading me inside the theater.”

“I think it will be more the other way around. Beautiful,” he murmurs, admiring your dress, your lips and nails painted to match, a deep, dark shade of red. “And what is underneath this loveliness, I wonder?” His fingers tuck beneath the neckline of your dress, trying to sneak a peak at your lingerie.

“If you start that, we’re never going to make it out the door.”

“Would that really be so terrible?”

“After, Francis,” you reprimand gently. You’re not used to rejecting him. But you think it will be good for both of you to get outside, have a date together. You want him to enjoy every element of the human experience. So much of what he knows is based on war, on violence. Sometimes you yourself get so caught up in your work you forget what it is you’re struggling so hard to protect. Not just lives, but the quality of those lives. You want the best for those residents you guard.

You want the best for your fiancé, too.

***

You’re screened at the entrance of the theater.

It’s nowhere near the level of scrutiny you provide working for the DDD; the likelihood of doppels wanting to infiltrate an old movie house was very unlikely. The bored looking attendant barely glances at your ID’s before waving you through.

“That man is terrible at his job,” your beau murmurs as you enter the theater, heading towards a pair of seats near the back row. There aren’t many people present; perhaps lured by the nice weather outdoors. Enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon. “Maybe we should have started the invasion here.”

“Francis!” He’s not speaking loudly, but you look around hurriedly. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I’m only teasing, love.” He wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss against your temple. “No one’s listening, anyway. I’m sorry. It was in poor taste,” he apologizes, seeing your persistent scowl. “Forgive me?”

You tuck your dress beneath you before taking your seat. “I’m not cross with you, I’m just worried.” You didn’t want to draw any attention. As much as you like being out in public like this with the invader, you had to keep reminding yourself that you’re still at war. He’s still seen as the enemy, and no amount of declarations of affection for you would ever convince the DDD of his innocence. It was dangerous for both of you.

“Stop worrying. You’re meant to be having fun. Relax and enjoy this,” he whispers beside your ear. “No one knows. We’re okay.”

You try to comply, willing your furrowed brow to straighten. This had been your idea, after all. He was right. No one was paying any attention to you. Everyone present was seated in front of you, all facing the curtain shrouded film screen. Your doppel’s arm curls around your shoulders and you let yourself melt against him, the tension easing. Trying to recapture some of that feeling you have when you’re together at the farmhouse, away from the city, away from prying eyes. Your own little safe haven.

At last the heavy drapes shift aside, revealing the screen beneath. The sound of murmured conversation is extinguished, the only noise the occasional rattle of a straw in a cup, fingers digging into a box of candy or bag of popcorn. You have some chocolate in your purse. You withdraw it now, thumb dragging along the paper wrapper, trying to be quiet as the film begins.

The Warner Brothers logo appears. Then there is a map overlaid with the opening credits before the focus shifts to a rotating globe. You glance at your companion. His eyes are fixed on the screen. There was the invader’s original goal, so tantalizingly out of reach, that objective shifting to a very normal life with you, pretending to be human.

You squirm a little restlessly in your seat. The copycat’s thumb strokes your shoulder. “Easy, love. It’s okay.” His breath hot by your ear. “I love you.”

The words instantly soothe you. You manage to tear the foil and extract a piece of chocolate, already starting to melt. It was warm inside the theater. You offer it to your companion, watching his features as he takes the rectangular sweet between his teeth, breaking off a section and chewing, considering. “Good. Not as good as the jam. Not as good as you, but nothing is,” he whispers, mouth pressed close to your ear again. He accepts the remainder and his tongue darts out to taste your fingers, reminding you of the previous morning, when he’d invaded you with his real one, your pussy and your mouth teased with it, the familiar warm pulse between your legs asking for more.

You struggle to return your attention to the screen, absently slotting the next piece of candy into your own mouth.

It’s different watching the film again now that you’re older, in a serious relationship. The sheer ache of the tragedy of it all. The woman thinking her husband was dead, killed trying to escape a concentration camp. Falling in love with another man. Leaving abruptly to nurse her spouse back to health after learning he’d survived. The bitter conflict of the backdrop of the world war. Meeting again. Forced to choose between both men she loved. The nightclub owner insisting she leave, promising she’d regret it if she didn’t, a famous line of dialogue that was so often quoted.

It’s impossible not to see some parallels with your own romance. Choosing between Francis and the doppelgänger. A war that encompassed the world, this one not with other nations within that globe but alien invaders. What was the greater sin, betraying your heart or betraying the human race?

You’re quiet as you leave the theater, squinting against the dazzling sun outside. Francis’ doppel offers to drive your car and you let him, staring out the passenger window, watching the brick and mortar surrender to the trees and fields you’ve been missing already.

“This melancholy concerns me.”

You turn to find the milkman’s copy staring at you, eyes darting occasionally to check the road ahead. Empty, as it so often was.

“I’m sorry. I meant to ask if you enjoyed the film.”

“I enjoyed being with you. I always do.” He focuses once more on the path, steering around a deep dip in the ground. “That’s the hole the truck struggled with,” he murmurs. You’re so accustomed to it your body runs on autopilot, maneuvering around it without even thinking. “You’re worried about us being discovered.”

You chew on your bottom lip, silently cursing yourself. “I didn’t want to ruin the experience for you.”

“You didn’t, love.” One hand leaves the steering wheel to cup your cheek.

“I don’t want to get caught. It would kill me to lose you. Absolutely destroy me. I can’t, Francis. I can’t lose you twice.”

You’re jostled as the car abruptly leaves the road, pulling into one of the fields near your house. The doppel hurriedly shifts the gears into park, cutting the engine with a rough turn of the key. He turns to you, one arm resting on the back of the bench seating. “Listen to me. You’re not going to lose me. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of us.”

“You don’t know that, though. Sooner or later someone is bound to find out.”

“Leave the DDD.”

“Francis, we’ve talked about this.”

“Leave the DDD and move in with me. Here. At the farm. Or wherever you want. Just get away from all this.”

“Francis…”

“Be with me. Please, love.” His fingers curl around the side of your neck, his lips brushing yours. “I couldn’t do it. I could never give you up like Rick did with Ilsa in the movie. You’d be safer without me, but how could I ever want that, how…”

“I love you. I’d never leave you. Never.” You kiss him, your mouth rough against his. His tongue strokes yours and the heat you’d experienced in your core earlier returns. Your fingers break through the carefully coiffed stiff strands of hair, returning them to their natural, untidy form. His fingers work on the buttons of your dress, his mouth now laving at that exposed patch of skin below your throat.

You’re so close to home, but it’s impossible to wait just those few more minutes, exiting the car, allowing your body to be pressed down into the fragrant grass. He strokes up your thigh, nudging aside the fabric draped over you, a little hum of appreciation escaping when he feels the new satin that covers you.

You’ve never owned so many pairs of lingerie, so different from the standard fare you’d worn before. You like the feel of it clinging to those intimate places, like the reaction of the doppel every time he reveals them, like unwrapping a gift, fingers shifting each piece, palming your breasts, your sex. He makes love to you under that open blue sky, in that clear air that’s just starting to turn a little cooler as the afternoon bows to evening.

Back at the house, you’re assisted in preparing dinner, steak and baked potatoes and green beans while Perry Como croons in the background.

Till the end of time

Long as stars are in the blue

Long as there's a spring, a bird to sing

I'll go on loving you

“Move in with me,” the pretender says again, drying his hands on a dish towel, then slotting his hands on your waist after you’ve finished sliding the potatoes into the oven. “I want this every night.”

Till the end of time

Long as roses bloom in May

My love for you will grow deeper

With every passing day

“After you meet my parents. Then we’ll move in together. One more week.”

Till the wells run dry

And each mountain disappears

I'll be there for you, to care for you

Through laughter and through tears

The smell of the meat sizzling in the fry pan on the stove makes your stomach growl. You’re starving. Always so ravenous, now. Working up such an appetite.

“Dance with me after dinner.”

“Yes.”

So take my heart in sweet surrender

And tenderly say that I'm

The one you love and live for

Till the end of time

After dinner, in his arms as promised, he steers you in a neat circle.

“I had a wonderful weekend with you.”

“It’s not over yet.” He kisses your neck, his hands sliding over your abdomen. “I hope…”

“I know. We’ll keep trying, love.” You want to give him a child. That fear still there. Discovery. You were never as devout as Francis had been. Would it be blasphemous to pray? To ask for help, protection, mercy for a creature that was so reviled?

He switches off the record player and the final lamp in the living room. There is now nothing but moonlight to guide you.

He settles onto the couch. You sit beside him. The ticking of the grandfather clock is loud in the sudden stillness. Your mouths collide. A different kind of hunger afflicting you now.

“You’re still hiding from me,” you chide gently, sliding a hand over one thigh, moving to the front of the fly of his pants, where the bulge fits neatly into the curve of your palm and fingers.

“About that,” he murmurs. “Partly it’s for fear of losing control.”

“You won’t,” you reassure him, sucking at his bottom lip.

“Partly because I wanted to fill you with human seed. Our best chance to make a baby.”

“And the other part?” You prompt, sensing there is still something left unsaid.

“I’m not sure if you’d like it.”

“You mean find it appealing?”

“Yes,” he admits reluctantly.

“I love every part of you.” Your hand squeezes and he sucks in his breath sharply.

“You really do, don’t you?” This said with a kind of wonder and disbelief.

“Is it really so strange? You find me attractive, and I obviously don’t look like your kind.”

“You are beyond attractive. You are gorgeous. The softness of you. That texture. The flavor…” He kisses your jaw. “I can never get enough.”

“So you can relate to that feeling of being addicted.” You’ve slowly begun to unfasten his belt, now working on the button and zipper.

“I wonder how much of that isn’t a result of the bites.”

“I think that contributes to it.”

“I didn’t know they’d have that effect.”

“It’s all new. Uncharted territory, didn’t you call it?”

He hums in agreement, the sound changing to a moan when your fingers dip beneath his briefs. “I’m tempted.”

“Do it.”

“What if you don’t like it? It would ruin things…”

“No. I want it feel it. In my hand. In my mouth. Inside of me.” He shudders against you. “I love you, my doppelgänger.”

A growl. The leash slipping. He nips at your ear lobe. “Sweetheart, if that’s what you really want, I’ll give it to you. It’s all for you…”

Heat against your hand, not the customary warmth of that reproductive organ but something else, a scalding kind of sensation. The flesh morphing, rearranging beneath your fingertips. Growing slicker. Reminiscent of his true tongue, the structure thicker at the base, narrowing at the end. Root, tentacle, something else, no word for that pulsing member you hold in the near darkness.

He’s sweating with the effort of restraining himself, tasted every time your mouth touches his, salted kisses accompanied by your hand cautiously sliding along the length, exploring, forced to stretch your arm as you caress the alien’s cock, finding the head at last not so unlike the human one, ending in a kind of domed, mushroom shaped tip. Fat, thick, it would definitely stretch you. The thought of it makes you shiver, your body drooling arousal.

“Does it feel good? I don’t know if I’m doing it right…”

“It is…” He says a word you don’t recognize, something in his native tongue. You can’t replicate it. “That’s why I didn’t tell you my name. You could never say it. Even what I just uttered isn’t quite…fuck. Right there. Oh sweet girl, you’re always so perfect for me. Sit on it, sweetheart. Let me fuck you.”

Your heart is pounding as you stand long enough to pull your dress off overhead and remove your panties, climbing over the doppel’s thighs, that foreign prick tapping impatiently against your bare stomach. His hands clutch your buttocks as you raise yourself, guiding his dick into position. Your breath saws in and out roughly. Almost panicked. But so aroused. It’s too late to stop now. You’d asked for this. You asked for this and now…oh. Inside of you. A burning stretch, like having your maidenhood taken again for the first time. A whimper escapes you. Somewhere between pleasure and pain. Blurring from one to the other. Filling you. So warm inside. You can’t possibly fit all of it in there. A sob of frustration.

“My love,” he croons soothingly. “Our bodies weren’t meant to fit together, the anatomy, you can’t…”

“I want all of it,” you say stubbornly, disappointed. Feeling like you’ve failed him somehow.

“Look at how well you’ve done, sweet girl, letting me inside…” His hand strokes over your abdomen and you mirror his movements, feeling the bulge there. “Fuck me, sweetheart. I want to make you feel good.”

Your hands grasp his shoulders as you lift yourself up, supported by his hands, some supernatural strength from the invader providing assistance. Back down again. Up and down. A rhythm building. You’re getting used to it, slowly but surely. That tender ache within you starting to evolve into something else. A coil of pleasure knots your insides.

“Tell me your name. Even if I can’t say it…to hear it…” A foreign word. “No. From your tongue. That mouth…”

“Risky, love. Can’t…” The hands holding you are shaking. “Even this is…”

“What…what is it? Tell me.” You’re properly riding his cock now, grinding yourself down as far as you’re able.

“It’s dangerous. The desire to be let out…tear free…love, it’s…I can’t stop it…”

The coil inside of you snaps, your orgasm ripping through you. There is something else, something searing hot spilling into you, the stream of it running out as he lifts your body clear of his, then cradles you against him.

“You didn’t warn me,” you chide softly when you’ve recovered, your fingers gliding curiously across the trail of slick cum streaking your thighs. “There’s so much of it.”

“Wanted it to be a surprise.”

You slap his arm playfully, then rest your forehead against his. “I told you you’d be okay.”

“Are you sore?”

“A little. It’s okay.”

“I don’t like hurting you.”

“I wanted it. I don’t regret it. I’d like to do it again sometime.”

“My love, what am I going to do with you?” He says in mock exasperation.

“Hopefully marry me.”

“Oh, that’s definitely happening. Speaking of which. We need to plan that out. The details of where and when.” He makes a little disgruntled sound. “Can we go take a bath? This is getting rather…unpleasant.”

You can’t disagree, the feeling of being so damp and sticky, the decreasing temperature and congealing nature of the ejaculate getting more and more uncomfortable to be lingering in. “Yes. Let’s go upstairs. We can plan things out while we wash up. Then it’s bed time. We both have work in the morning.”

“I love you,” he says softly. “I’m so grateful you love me. The real me. I like being called your doppelgänger,” he adds, stealing a quick kiss before you scoot off his lap, allowing him to stand. You manage to find your discarded clothing.

“Well, it’s the truth. You are mine.”

He hastily buttons the front of his pants to keep them from sliding down as he rises, reaching out to take your hand, leading you to the foot of the staircase.

“Do you have a last name?”

The doppel chuckles. “Get upstairs, you.”

“I think I’m entitled to know, seeing as how I’m going to be your wife.”

“I’ll tell you my real name. Soon.”

Another kiss in the dark, the promise of a shared secret.

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #milkman #milkman x reader #milkman x you #the milkman #doppelganger #that’s not my neighbor

[adriennebarnes]

Book Boyfriend Challenge

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: where Y/N has her fiancé reciting lines from her 3 book boyfriends.

Warning: 18+ lines used, spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I’m also working on an alternative version where Y/N has no idea Charles has read her books and decides to recite the same lines to see how she reacts, let me know of you want that posted. This takes place in the same universe as The Drive Thru Test

Y/N has seen TikToks of couples doing this challenge so he has picked out three books, Throttled by Lauren Asher, Eleven Eleven by Micaela Smeltzer, and Camera Shy by Kay Cove.

“Charles, muñeco, Can you come here for a second?” Y/N called from their living room, the books lined up on the coffee table. Charles comes in from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“I have another TikTok challenge for us to try.” Y/N said. Charles playfully rolled his eyes and sat besides her on the couch.

“What is the challenge, Mon ange?” Charles asked. Y/N smiled.

“Okay so I have 3 books here, they are my favorite book boyfriends, there’s Noah Slade, Finn Harvey, and Reid Astor Crawford, I personally love these books, but I want you to choose whatever lines from these 3 books and recite them.” Y/N asked. Charles picked up the Throttled book.

“You’ve read an F1 romance book?” Charles asked, flipping through the pages. “Is bandini supposed to be Ferrari? Have you read this thinking about me?” Charles kept asking questions.

“Okay so I’m not the only one who fan casts you as Noah Slade, I’ve seen people make TikToks casting you as Noah, Lewis Hamilton is Jax, Carlos Sainz is Santiago, I’ve seen very mixed opinions about Liam, sometimes is Sebastian Vettel, others it’s Max Verstappen…” Y/N was explaining but Charles cut her off.

“You actually like this Noah guy?!? He’s such an asshole in the beginning.” Charles said as he was reading the first few pages of the book. “I can’t believe people imagine me as Noah.” Charles mumbled. “I’m a nice guy!”

“Muñeco, just pick a line, I’ll let you read the book after we’re done.” Y/N said,

“Fine.” Charles said. It took Charles a few seconds to pick a perfect line. “Okay, I got it.” Charles cleared his throat. “I’m not like any of the guys you’ve been with before. I May not be your first fuck, but I might as well be.” Charles said and Y/N started giggling. “What’s so funny, ma Belle?”

“Nothing, it’s just you’re so cute, I can’t imagine you saying this. But I must admit, your accent makes it hot.” Y/N confessed, kissing Charles. They broke away and Charles said the other line he has chosen.

“You’re a naughty little thing.” Charles tried to say in a seductive matter and Y/N covered her face with her hands.

“Okay that was hot.” Y/N confessed and now it was Charles’s turn to giggle.

“Okay this line is so stupid. ‘But I fuck like an A-list porno.’ I don’t know what more shocking, that the author thought it was a good line, or that you actually like that, I see you blushing, Mon ange.” Charles said and Y/N just shook her head.

“I like the book! Also, lines like this work because it is fictional, if a real man tried to say this to me, I would laugh in their face. But again, I think your accent makes it acceptable.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her.

“Okay I’m keeping this book, I need to know what people imagine me act like.” Charles said, getting off the couch to place Throttled in their bedroom on his side of the dresser. He came back, sitting next to Y/N, and chose the next book, Eleven Eleven. He was skimming until… “HE JUST TURNED 21?!?” Charles asked yelling. “She’s 32, that feels illegal, Mon ange, come on.”

“If you forget about the age, the way he is considerate, sweet, yet kinda cocky is such a turn on for me.” Y/N said.

“Am I competing with your book boyfriends?” Charles asked,

“If you really had to ask…” Y/N muttered. Charles found the line he wanted to refute but first he wanted to have a heavy make out session so Y/N would have full effect of the line. He leaned in to kiss her, he slightly bites her lower lip to insert his tongue in her mouth, both tongues fighting for dominance, Y/N had her hands in his hair but Charles was the one to light pull on her hair, making her moan. They pulled away and Y/N was panting/breathing heavily. Charles had his hand on Y/N’s inner thigh, rubbing lightly.

“Don’t get shy on me now, not when my tongue has been all over this sweet pussy.” Charles said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“I can’t believe you got me hot and bothered just to say that line.” Y/N pouted and Charles laughed. “But that line worked on me, can’t lie.” Charles then cupped Y/N’s face in his hands.

“No man is ever going to make you feel this good. Not the way I can.” Charles said, ending the sentence in a cute little smirk.

“I thought I was going to cringe at some of the lines, but so far so good. You’re doing great, mi vida.” Y/N said, giving Charles a quick peck before he picks up the last book. “I know a lot of people on GoodReads are not a fan but I really liked it, I related to Avery so much.” Y/N said with a pout and Charles faintly smiled while reading the first few pages.

“This Mason guy is an asshole.” Charles said.

“I know! Like who dumps someone in their birthday?” Y/N said. Charles nods in agreement and starts skimming a few pages.

“He’s a boudoir photographer?” Charles asked and Y/N nodded. “You wanna do a photo shoot like that for me?” Charles asked suggestively.

“Sure thing, muñeco, but you’re buying what you want me to wear for this photo shoot.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her temple, still skimming until he found the line.

“Okay, this is kinda long.” Charles cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper and raspy, and looks into Y/N’s eyes. “You’re not going to speak. I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For 5 minutes, Lu are going to enjoy a man who you think fucks like a porn star, worshipping you.” Charles recited, not breaking eye contact. Y/N blushed and looked away.

“How the hell did Avery not melt at that. It is official, you can make all these book lines sexy as fuck.” Y/N said and Charles chuckled.

“Well I’m glad this is turning you one, Mon ange.” Charles said, he skimmed until he found another one. “I’m going to make you vocal during sex, I’m going to have you screaming when you come, trust me.” He recited.

“Mm, not as hot.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, I agree, you’re already vocal during sex.” Charles commented and Y/N swatted his shoulder. “What? You’re acting as if that’s not the truth.”

“Just pick the next line, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now my tongue could go swimming, sweet girl.” Charles said in a raspy voice and Y/N covered her face.

“You did not pick that.” Y/N said.

“But I did. Mon ange, do you real,y enjoy ready these smutty books?” Charles asked.

“Yes I do, I like a modern romance, the smut is a bonus. I find them entertaining though.” Y/N said.

“Mm, should I buy you more books like this then?” Charles asked, pulling Y/N onto his lap so she’s straddling him.

“If you want to, of course.” Y/N said. Charles smiled before kissing her.

“I’m going to read Throttled when I’m on the plane for my next race.” Charles said.

“Okay, let me know what you think.” Y/N said.

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charlesleclerc I discovered that Throttled by Lauren Asher is one of my fiancé’s favorite books so I’ve been reading it and I have a few questions. 1, if I’m Noah Slade despite actually being monegasque, does that mean Y/N is Maya even if she’s Latina and not a Spaniard 🤔? 2, I know I am flirty but I am definitely not as flirty, forward, and cocky as Noah. And 3, I’m a nice guys, a relationship guy, and a family guy, Noah was nothing like that in the beginning! Anyway, not finished yet but so far so good!

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user29 OMG HE’S READING IT!!!!!

user31 Y/N is my favorite WAG and now I have another reason

yourusername muñeco, you were supposed to call me with your thoughts on the book,

charlesleclerc well I’m currently thinking we should recreate that scene in Milano, you want me to choose the restaurant.

yourusername 😳🫣

user35 LORD PERCEVAL!

pierregasly I think you broke the internet, mate

use56 PETITION TO CAST CHARLES AND Y/N AS NOAH AND MAYA FOR A THROTTLE MOVIE!

user23 yes!! They’re perfect

lewishamilton am i supposed to be this Jax guy?

carlossainz55 and me Santiago?

yourusername yes and yes, that’s what TikTok says 🤭

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc

[targaryenjune]

Poor girl has another secret of her and Asher too 🤣

#cate watches all american #i wonder how layla will react?? #also don't like how she's being with soencer when she's with asher #but i get it it's spencer lmaoooo

[miya-akiko]

asher have this habit of shifting and then cuddle david and milo in his wolf form while whatever they are doing at the moment and babe also got used to this soon.

one time when they were having a sleepover at david's, asher shifted and then just laid on top of david's lap and the big man doesn't even react and this goes the same to milo when david went to cook for everyone. he just moved to milo's lap and snuggle.

i feel like sooner or later asher will end up doing this to angel and sweetheart too but maybe not as intimate as he usually is with milo, david and babe.

#redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #redacted shaw pack #redacted asmr #redacted audio

[angelfiedyaz]

Some more Redacted Headcannons with Yaz

David- - If angel ever got acrylics done David would just casually and definetly not suspiciously always seem to lay his head in their lap or lay on them (must definetly crushing them) just for them to run their fingers through this hair or up and down his back lightly scratching with their nails, but of course Davey would never admit that, even though it was obvious as ever by how he would let out little whines or would doze off. - One day David gave up on trying to get his jacket back from Angel and just gave it to them. They cried. Asher also got a Shaw security hoodie custom made for them, like Daveys one that said his name on it but theirs has their name and they still wear David's either way obviously.

Asher- -At one point Ash definetly lost a bet with Milo and Baaabe came home to find Asher with every colour of the rainbow dyed on his hair and the silliest grin that was definetly saying "oops?" - Ash and Baaabe both definetly sing along to musicals, the one I head cannon the most is Rocky Horror Picture Show. And also one time ash and baaabe were hanging with Davey and Angel and the soundtrack came on so obviously they broke into song + Angel and Davey was totally not singing along under his breath

Milo- - When Milo and sweetheart started dating Marie would always invite them and a couple times didn't tell Milo they would be there so Milo would rock up to Marie's just to see Sweetheart and her chatting away on the couch.

Sam- Sam and darlin have promise rings and you know damn well they never take them off. Sam surprised Darlin with them on their anniversary and Darlin got so emotional all they could do was hug him.

Vincent- Vincent is so gentle with Lovely, one time they were cuddling and they asked him to lie on top of them and he was so worried he would be too heavy it took lovely so long to convince him they ended up just tugging him down onto them.

Guy- Even tho Guy is a hyper active golden retriever every once in a while he gets really exhausted and will spend a whole day just chilling and relaxing, the first time this happened Honey asked him if he was ok the whole day, they didn't believe him until he explained he was just drained. They spent the whole day cuddling.

Porter- I believe that Porter was robbed of physical love for so long that when him and Treasure finished their little "get together" and they held his face softly and just admired him he didn't know how to react at first he pulled away but slowly he's learned to love it. Treasure holds him every once in a while whether it's when their cuddling or just holding his face, he adores it.

#redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted audio #redacted brainrot #redacted asher #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redactedverse #redacted baaabe #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted porter #redacted treasure #Redacted rants with Yaz

[annahxredaxted]

*tap tap* is this thing on? Oh right.

“How some of the redacted boys would react to being asked if they could suck their own dick would they?”

David: what the hell? No! Are you filming me? Stop that!

Asher: hell fucking yeah I would! *waves to the camera*

Milo: don’t you ever fucking ask me that again… the hell? your not even filming my good side!

Sam: I..uhm.. can you repeat that? Wait is this being recorded?

Vincent: of course I would. *thumbs up*

Gavin: why wouldn’t I? Ohh don’t forgot to film from my left yeah?

Damien: what the fuck..? No, no.. I.. get out of my face. And turn that camera off!

Huxley: I..I’d have to think about that dude.. but maybe. wait where is this going..?

Lasko: e-ex-excuse me? I-I-I don’t think that’s app-appropriate.. is that on? Oh fuck..

Guy: why yes yes I would *smolders at camera* hello there~

Aaron: no comment. Wait what. Why are you filming this? Some sort of workplace documentary?

Ollie: w h a t.. I don’t.. maybe. *waves awkwardly at camera*

Geordi: oh.. what an.. interesting question, I’ll have to uhm.. sleep on that..

Porter: of course.. I mean after all who wouldn’t.. hi there..

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