#EVERYTHING IS A DOUBLE ENTENDRE

[eregar]

like, for being largely a plot device character, Raphael presents some interesting characterization. only on a second run-through, after knowing more about him, do you start to realize how profoundly insecure Raphael is and how frequently he gives that away.

in his very first meeting with you, he constantly refers to himself as a 'devil'. he's not a devil. he's a cambion. which is a distinct category of its own and, power-wise, so inconsequential that they're not even considered a part of the devil hierarchy. this means that whatever power and prestige he does have (if he even has any, because the game doesn't really go into devil politics), he only has because his father is Mephistopheles. and he hates his father. yet he also can't help but embody a lesser version of his father. that same theatricality, same princely demeanour, same hoarding of treasures. even his 'red, horns, and wings' form is exactly like Mephistopheles's chosen form. he seems to hate his father because he makes him feel small, yet also undeniably looks up to his father because he uses the exact same facade. and once you notice this, so much of what Raphael does seems incredibly childish. He so desperately wants to be something more than Mephistopheles's cringefail son but can't stop centring his dad in everything that he does.

what a horribly human trait to have.

[evilphrog]

Poor girl has “the depression” so bad she’s been reduced to doing actual exercise in bed, instead of “touching her sword” to her dirty magazines.

[joeywllson]

the thing i find craziest abt dick tho is like.. isnt everyone always performing? isnt everyone always playing a role? a part? isnt everyone always coaching their facial expressions and their body language and their posture and planning out their next 3 sentences? isnt everyone always a different person depending on who theyre around? what is needed of them in that moment? isnt that normal? and no its not. and i feel so seen.

[crystallizsch]

Eel Jade… yep thank you for feeding my brain more thought, now I want to try eel….

hsbsjjsns ANON,, you’re welcome??? 😭😭😭🫶

now you’re making me want to try it too,,, i haven’t really had eel before i wonder what it tastes like (<- final last words before jade-)

[ndostairlyrium]

Six-Song Soundtrack Tag Game

I was tagged by @shivunin and I'm totally tagging you back so you can do it as well 👀💛 thanks dear!! This was fun!

Tags under the cut

If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

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From the Graveyard with Love (Ankh)

Full playlist

1. Voices by Alice in Chains (youtube | spotify)

Anytime I listen Voices in my head Everybody listen Does yours say what mine says? Calling out the names, faces, uniforms I've worn And all that is gone Always climbing, to fall down again Holding onto everything that's not what it seems

2. In Our Wake by Atreyu (youtube | spotify)

Who will we leave in our wake? Will I be more than flesh Can I leave more than bones Will these words have an impact Can they be carved into stone? Force yourself to remember Or choose to forget You can't leave this world as a lion Or just fall asleep in it

3. Watch Me Burn by Atreyu (youtube | spotify)

Aim for my chest, take deep breaths Thought you had me beat, but I still cheat death Mix my blood with the ashes Spark into a flame 'til it crashes down You carve my name in the casket Get the matches If you set it all on fire I'll be fighting 'til my last breath Even when the flames grow higher

4. Wounded Healer by Beyond The Black (youtube | spotify)

I believe in you to embrace My soul, so tortured I find relief You give me peace In silent grief You'll find the answers

5. Battle Drums by Kayzo, Atreyu (youtube | spotify)

When these dark days last a lifetime And the pains hangs round like a plague in your stomach And these heartbeats turn to flatlines You better start running I can hear the battle drums coming

6. Male di Miele by Afterhours, The Afghan Whigs (youtube | spotify)

E non è dolce essere unici Ma se hai un proiettile ti libero Gli errori veri son più forti poi Quando fan finta di esser morti lo sai

6.1 I Want It That Way (cover) by Henry Smith (youtube | spotify)

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Le Tag: @underneathestars @star--nymph @herearedragons @bruxbea @sparatus also, if others want a tag just reply with a 💛

[lebada]

finally got to watch the halftime show ive got no words...

[mortalscience]

Law and Order Criminal Intent - s01e20 - Badge Bad guy: Those pension rules are a bunch of crap. Goren: My partner's with you on that. Eames: My old man got caught in the same bind.  Bad guy: No kidding? Eames: Except he had to pay back nearly 50 grand to the city. How'd you get away clean? Bad guy: "Clean" nothing. I gave up a good job. All I got now is the pension. Goren: Hasn't kept you from living large, Phil. What have you got in here? Prime rib. Wow! Is that a lobster wiggling around down there? Bad guy: Get out of my stuff! Goren: What is this? It's a $50 bottle of wine! Eames: Here's what we think, Mr. Legrand. You and your double-dipping buddies were kicking back your wages to Mancuso, but when Sherwood started sniffing around, Mancuso got nervous.  Goren: He needed to throw Sherwood a bone. You guys drew straws. You came up short and now your buddies are taking care of you. Eames: But one resignation wasn't enough for Sherwood, right? So your buddy boys did something about him. Bad guy: You guys… I wanted to make dinner for my girlfriend, all right? I couldn't afford what she likes, so she gave me the money for these groceries. That's who's taking care of me. So now that I've humiliated myself, why don't you take your Mutt-and-Jeff act off my property? Eames: Gee, I need a hankie.

[boag]

Will never have my mind blown harder than when I learned that the middle C on a piano is “C4” and that’s why DOOM said “middle C” with the explosion sound after . He was so fucking big brained RIP king ❤️

[adinafay]

Alone and Together

Blessings are a curse I hold dear And burdens I carry with grace. Still I wander, unbidden, with choice.

Tonight’s choice is action; Paving the way for tomorrow And each day thereafter.

I come with you to lose myself And find what little I am: Spread thin and gathered whole.

Mindless intricacies following the path, Lead by such complex simplicity, To journey alone and together.

[nighthawkes]

forgot to show this off. at the concert they were giving away different colored bracelets with lyrics on them to everyone lined up ahead of entry time

these lyrics are from “Leave the Engine Room” lol

[geekwiththegoggles]

Bro the Jungle Cruise movie was like, it went real dark man. Like. DARK. Soundtrack was good tho.

[saygeadvice]

The metas in this universe give me life.

Our lord and master Neil Gaiman knows what he's doing while writing these scenes. The callbacks, double entendres, and the long game are strong with this one!

The romantic implications of improper use of apostrophes

A short, little meta on rings and apostrophes...

Ok, remember Mr. Arnold of Arnold's Music Shop and his thoroughly relatable reasons for never wanting to go to one of these annoying Whickber Street Thingamajigs again? The second of his reasons, in particular? Note who the camera cuts to when Mr. Arnold brings up "improper" use of apostrophes:

Crowley's little eyebrows and squirming, as he is thinking about how he is guilty of improper apostrophe use just the day before-- "technically", as they'd say. Mr. Arnold bringing up apostrophes is a wordplay clue to hidden language-- "improper" apostrophes in shop signs, which is to say in shop language and names. There's only one scene in the series where that's a thing. It is also the only one that would justify the Crowley reaction shot in the Mr. Arnold scene... and the implications are pretty romantic.

It's this scene:

When Crowley adjusted the name of the bookshop when Aziraphale called from Edinburgh, he changed it in such a way as to denote a sense of ownership through use of apostrophes. Crowley knows that the place is really called A.Z. Fell & Co. and he could have said that or just his usual way of referring to the place: "booK.shoP." The choice to answer in such a way as to reference to whom the bookshop belongs when he suspects that this is likely Aziraphale calling is a nod to the our car/our bookshop acknowledgement that they have going on.

Because Aziraphale has acknowledged that the bookshop is theirs, it belongs both to "Mr. Fell" and to Crowley, but the wordplay joke is that, when spoken aloud, you can't hear where the apostrophe falls. (That you refer to where an apostrophe goes as to where it "falls" also makes this an even more amusing word joke.)

Meaning: Fell's Bookshop sounds identical to Fells' Bookshop... the latter of which would, of course, denote that the bookshop belongs to more than one person who happen to share the surname of Fell.

Crowley gets squirmy when Mr. Arnold brings up apostrophes the next day because he's thinking about how he was subtly referring to himself as Aziraphale's spouse when Aziraphale-- wait for it, my fellow word nerds-- gave him a ring (on the phone) from Edinburgh.

Aziraphale apparently heard it as intended-- or, at least is on the same page-- because, as we looked at it in other metas that I'll link at the bottom of this one, Aziraphale's use of "la jardiniere" in the French he spoke to Crowley ties to the French cooking term "a la jardiniere," which has a specific definition that resulted in Aziraphale subtly referring to Crowley as his spouse.

Aziraphale also gave him a flirty little smile and that knowing "but you understood me" after saying so, knowing that Crowley heard more than what he had translated back:

Not to mention to ring a bell... Crowley ringing the bookshop bell on Aziraphale's desk when he came back in 2.01; Shadwell on exorcising demons by "bell, book and candle"; God's cheeky interest in Pavlov's experiments in S1... the sexual euphemism that is to "ring my/your bell"... Mr. Arnold mentioning signs in shop windows and Crowley was looking through the window into the bookshop when Aziraphale rang the bell to wrangle the angels and demons, furthering the ring-related wordplay. A sign doesn't have to be paper hung in a window relaying information-- it can be your partner saying he's "had quite enough" and trying to take control of a situation. A sign of things to come.

I'll leave you with the paralleling scene from 1.01 when they first talk after having their romantic evening ruined by the start of Armageddon. Crowley gives Aziraphale a ring on the phone while what is in focus on Aziraphale's side of the conversation is his angel ring. When they meet the next day off of this phone call, church bells are ringing in the scene. Wordplay inspired by the visuals, as well as the first use of ring (phone, communication)/ring (jewelry) in the series:

I doubt it will be the last. 💞

Metas about Aziraphale's French in S2:

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

finite eternity

Professor Reed Richards x f!reader | wc: 1 k | ao3 | mdni, fluff

summary: after getting your phd you return to your former professor to thank him. he says some nice things and you get a "you're coming" guarantee. coming to dinner that is.

warnings: legal age gap (reader's mid/end 20, Reed is however deliciously middle aged), a little angsty, a few possible double entendres (or maybe not? you get to decide), a little pining, finger under the chin (twice), the poor attempt of science metaphors, and if you like: there's definitely some threesome things happening AFTER this fic

a/n: I need Reed Richards. and a smart man with grey hair at a blackboard? hell yeah. telling me he's proud of me? hell yeah. inviting me home to have dinner with him and his perfect wife? HELL YEAH. thanks to my perfect wife @guiltyasdave for the quick beta and the squealing<3

series masterlist - prologue - ch. 1

The big doors open silently and you slip into the lecture hall. The one you've spent so many hours in, learning, despairing, making friends. Falling in love even. You haven't been here for two years and everything has changed and everything is somehow still the same.

Quietly you take the steps down, careful to not startle Professor Richards who is writing on the blackboard. The quiet, smooth rasp of the chalk against the dark surface sounds so familiar that it gives you butterflies. Or maybe it’s him, still him.

A smile crosses your face when you read the formulas on the board, you know them well, you wrote your thesis about them. When you reach the first row and you pull down one of the seats a loud creak disturbs the peaceful and dignified aura of wisdom and science. Reed turns around, already a charming smile on his lips to shoo some eager students back out of the room.

“Sorry, lecture doesn’t start until…-” And his smile turns genuine, his eyes crinkle and his head tilts down so he can give you that one look from under his lashes. “You? What, did you forget to start your assignment on time again?”

Your own smile grows and the butterflies are still in the pit of your stomach. Maybe it was Reed all along. The old banter, it flares up so easily between the two of you like there hasn't been a two year break.

Your elbows propped up on the table in front of you, your chin resting on your folded hands, just like you spent half of the lectures in this hall. Nothing has changed.

“I can assure you, there are no due assignments anymore, Professor-”

“Reed, please,” he interrupts you and puts the chalk away. “You’re one of us now, please call me Reed.”

He wipes his fingers clean before walking over to you and sitting down on the fixed table next to you.

“You've heard about it?” You feel so proud in this moment, being one of them, one of the smart scientists, and it feels like you've worked your ass off just for this: the doctor title and the privilege to call your first mentor Reed.

“Of course I have. I’ve watched you. Your successes. Congratulations!” He holds out his hand, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and giving you free sight to his forearms. He is still so incredibly toned. You take his hand and when his warm palm swallows yours in a firm shake your breath hitches just the slightest bit. Nothing has changed.

“Thank you. For everything, Reed. Without your support I wouldn't have been able to-”

He shakes his head, interrupting you again. You're not even mad. “None of that. You did it all yourself, all the hard work. All the hours you stayed awake at night, working through papers… All I did was giving you a little nudge every now and then.”

You remember the little nudges. The encouraging notes you sometimes found. Or when he squeezed your arm, his thumb rubbing over your shirt. Your eyes flick from his smile to his eyes and then you take in his whole face. There's more grey in his hair now. A few more wrinkles. But the soft waves in his hair are still there. He still holds your hand, even has placed his other one on top.

You look at each other for a moment and the moment stretches into a small eternity that just belongs to you and him. He probably knows a formula to describe this phenomenon.

“I'm proud of you,” he says quietly and heat crawls up your neck when he squeezes your hand, his thumb caressing the skin over your knuckles.

“Thank you, Reed,” you whisper and feel shy all of a sudden.

Just as shy as that one evening, when he helped you with something, you can't even remember what it was. But you sat in his office, slumped over your notes, frustration gnawing at you like you gnawed at the end of your pencil. Until he was next to you and nudged your chin up to make you look at him.

He didn’t say anything at that moment, there was just silence and his finger under your chin and the scent of books and tea and his aftershave and his tongue running along his lips. Another of those finite eternities. “You’ll be doing great,” he said and made time start running again. Slowly running, like his thumb along your bottom lip. For just the fraction of a second. As if it had never happened…

“You look all grown up. Like the woman I always knew you were.” He squeezes your hand again and you blink. You are back again, in the lecture hall in which Professor Richards made you fall in love with science. Back in the front row, with Reed saying things you'll stash away for later.

“Come over for dinner. Sue loves getting to know my science spawns.” He leans closer, his smile morphing into a mischievous smirk. “Especially the pretty ones. Pretty smart ones.”

You hesitate, at loss for words with Reed being so close that his gravitational pull draws you closer. Your mouth opens and closes again when he tugs on your hands, making your orbit a little smaller.

“Just say yes. It will be grand. Now, that we're all adults. All grown up,” he whispers and his voice, sweet and rich, says so much more than the words mean. “I know you want to, I know that face…”

He tips your chin up with the simple touch of his finger and you can't hide your excitement anymore. You roll your eyes and scoff out a little chuckle.

“Fine. I’m coming.”

“Oh, I know you will!” He gets up again, the pad of his finger still under your chin. “Sue and I will make sure of it.”

Maybe some things have changed.

whoopsie, no smut in this. i still hope you like it, let me know <3

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[redwinelew]

FAVOURITE ROOKIE

type written fic (no part 2 requests pls)

pairing lewis hamilton x female afab driver!reader

summary colapinto, hadjar.... they all can try to win lewis hamilton over but behind closed doors, you and him know that his favourite rookie will always be you, in more ways than one, even if he refuses to admit it publicly. (set right after aus 2025)

warnings 18+. smut. fingering. come swallowing, implied oral m receiving in the end (is that even a thing? idk), not mentioned but implied HUGE AGE GAP (reader is in her early 20s bcs she's a rookie yk). english is not my first language.

author's note in honor of lewis winning the sprint in china 2025 🙏🏽 NO HATE TO FRANCO OR ISACK OR ANY OF THE ROOKIES! THIS IS PURELY FICTION. this came to me at 5am after having a dream about lewis. that's it that's all i'm gonna say lmfao

masterlist | gif credit | divider credit

you are not the jealous type. and in this case, you don't even have the right to be.

but you are no liar either so to pretend like you were fine with lewis giving out compliments and lifting up these rookies since last year for doing absolutely nothing were not getting to you would be the lie of the century.

the way lewis vouches for franco colapinto saying that he’ll be doing everything in his power to make sure the argentinian has a seat this year to how instantly isack hadjar have earned the love and approval from not only formula 1 fans around the world but from lewis' father himself.

while lewis never even acknowledges you publicly, as if you never existed. in a world where everbody seems to be willing to kiss his feet for only a split second of him glancing at their way, you were the opposite. at least publicly. the one rookie who always goes toe to toe with him on track since your debut in 2024. always calling him out in his bullshit. on the nice guy persona he puts on in front of the media, knowing he's anything but, whether in public or in bed.

like right now.

it's merciless, the way he has been depriving you from your release for the past 15 minutes. two calloused fingers, decorated by his expensive rings, deep inside you more than anyone has even been. his other hand holding you by your stomach from behind, your back plastered against his inked chest. legs spread open for him on his thick thighs, his pulsing length pressing against your back. his hot breath blowing against your neck from behind, murmuring dirty whispers that you're unable to properly digest, as digits continue to tease you.

"told you i'll give you what you need. you just have to be patient. but you just had to be a brat, didn't you?"

"i have been patient." you bite back with an attitude, your sentence carries a double entendre. though he can tell how your voice was wavering more and more with every second that passed.

"really? you want me to believe you're a good driver, for me to praise you in front of those journalists and yet you've done nothing to earn it. just like how you've nothing to deserve to come."

his fingers pick up the pace, the pad of his thumb flicking lazily over your already sensitive clit. you mewl, your body melting under his touch.

"i.... i won. i b-beat you. isn't that worthy of some kind of praise? p4 in a williams, against p10 in a ferrari." you try to argue back, but as his fingers fasten its speed, you find it harder and harder to form words.

lewis chuckles, a deep vibration from his chest that leaves his lips near your ear sending chills down your back.

"sweetheart, you had a lucky day. you won't be having one again."

you ruined australia for him, just like you have always did in almost every race since last year. but 2025 is different. melbourne was his first race in red. he had come to the city with a firm determination that nothing and no one can ruin his chance of becoming the most feared driver on the grid anymore. he will make the 8th championship dream a reality. no more mercedes, no more of those pieces of crap they called a car. he will be having a good time with ferrari.

but you.... you and your bitchy attitude thinking you own the track, that you are better than everyone else. always getting in his way. he could have stood on the podium, scoring at least a p3 if you didn't ruin it for him.

he knows why you're doing this though. you are a good driver, he knows that. but everybody knows from the get go that you won't have a future with a team like haas if you stay with them in 2025. and it would be a damn shame to waste this kind of talent on another lower tier team. you needed a boost. a lift from a figure influential enough within formula 1 to help the other teams see your potential.

that's what you've been trying to do. to earn lewis' approval publicly, as colapinto has done. yes, he still ends up as alpine reserve driver but it's not only about that. he took every chance he's got to be around lewis, talk to him, leaving a lasting impression on the brit.

how were you ever able to do that when colapinto has already taken those chances?

that's the thing about you. despite your bratty attitude and cocky nature, you still desperately want approval from him. from him and only him. from the greatest of all formula 1. the man whose name is bigger than the sport itself.

you didn't have a choice. maybe by doing this the hard way, you'll get to make lewis see you, acknowledging you. and the hard way in question is on track, sometimes crashing against him and in bedroom, literally getting him hard for you.

you don't even remember how it started. first you were banging on his hotel room, the next you were spread out on his lap, him shutting you up with his fingers so far up your guts.

like right now.

you want to tell him that he's wrong. that you've proven yourself worthy of praise more than once. you were on the podium last year only a few races in your rookie year, driving a goddamn haas. but then he curls his long, nimble fingers inside you and you forget everything you were thinking about and all you can think about is how you're craving for more.

it's frustrating the effect that he has on you. his british accent. that deep, velvety voice that you fantasized about whispering the filthiest things that you wish he'd do to you in your dreams. that million dollar, ego-filled smirk decorating his thick lips as he keeps you on the edge.

"i'm- f-fuck, i'm a lot better than you think i am."

"yeah? and you could be better, even in a williams. if you just lower your goddamn ego for a minute, i'll be more than happy to teach you, take you under my wing, give you what you want, as long as you know your place."

and that's the thing about him. he's well aware of the impact he has on you. on everybody. he knows how the only approval you strive for is his, desperate for it even. he knows with one good comment, all the attention from the top tier teams would shift on you. they would have eyes, watching your performances. because when lewis hamilton, the seven times world champion says that you're good, a lot of people would be curious to see if he's right.

and it's not only praises about your performances on track that you've been desperate to get an approval of, it's in bed as well. he found it amusing at first, how you're so easy to read. how easy it is to reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess without having to do much. how deep down you're desperate for his attention, to be a good girl for him.

"i d-dont need you to be my teacher, i don't need your charity." you say, stubborn as ever but just as quickly, he curls his fingers against that spongy spot inside you and you whimper.

"yeah? and who, since their first race practically followed me around the paddock like a puppy, chasing for my attention, hmm? you say you don't want my charity and yet you let me fuck you stupid every week after practice hoping i'll talk about you during press. and i haven't. and you still let me come inside you."

fuck. how the hell does he always know what to say to rile you up? he's always be spawning these facts that you couldn't even deny because they are true. not to mention, the number of times you came to his hotel room just to try to get him to say something. anything that might imply that you're at the very least, a good driver. and the number of times you were on your hands and knees in order to make it happen, letting him play with you however he pleases, only to be lead to disappointment before qualification and race day, receiving absolutely nothing as reward from him.

and you hate yourself for always coming back to him, keeping the cycle alive, and let yourself getting your hopes up for something that you knew would take miracle to happen.

worse, you hate yourself for getting addicted to him now.

"i hate you." you tell him through gritted teeth but it sounds so weak even you don't believe what you were saying.

"yeah? and do you usually let the people you hate touch you like this?" he replies smartly with a chuckle before withdrawing his fingers, much to your dismay. the empty feeling only makes you even more needy, silently begging to be filled again but before you can complain, he's shifting you, placing you down flat on the bed, your back on the sheets and he's between your legs in a matter of seconds.

"you hate that you need me so damn much, isn't that right? you just couldn't get enough anymore." he teases. you glare at him while simultaneously letting out a whine.

none of what he just said was wrong.

"i don't need you." you deny stubbornly, telling him the exact opposite of what you were just thinking about.

"yeah? and if i ask you to spread your legs for me, you'd do it, wouldn't you? anything for my attention, to please me."

you want to hate him. you want to fucking kill him. to punch him in the face. make him bleed. make him regret for toying with you like this. you want to deny him. you want to push him off and make him see that he really doesn't have any power over you. but then, he sucks a hickey on that sweet spot on your neck and whispers in your ear....

"please?"

fuck.

your mind goes blank.

you couldn't stop the whimper from leaving your lips. his plea is what did it to you. the way his voice goes from firm and commanding to soft and pleading and the way you're unable to deny him anything when he's like this. or ever. a pair of big brown eyes fluttering slightly, his voice barely above a breath before whispering so sweetly into your ear with that accent of his.

how were you supposed to say no?

so you find yourself spreading your legs for him. just like he asked you to.

lewis chuckles in amusement, and you swallow thickly at how easily he switches back to his dominating persona.

lewis doesn't waste any more time lining up his hard cock to your entrance, cursing silently after seeing how just soaked you are for him.

"good girl. now this is exactly why you're my favorite."

you just won in china. and with lewis winning the sprint race a day earlier while also scoring p2, you and him sit in the press conference room. not wanting to sit so close to him, you purposely ask lando who gets p3 to sit in the middle. it's an odd order, but he didn't question it and neither did the journalists. they're all well aware of the little rivalry that you and lewis have going on. even when rumours have start circulating about the white flags you two have raised.

one journalist raises her hand. last question of the day before you are free from the press responsibility and free to celebrate with your team and friends.

and maybe spend some time in a hotel room with a certain someone.

"you and lewis started off on the wrong foot last year but it has been noted that even before you two shared the podium today, you and lewis were hanging out in the paddock, having lunch and just basically spending time together before the race starts. would you say that you and him are now on a better terms with each other?"

you swallow, scratching the back of your neck. you manage to steal a glance at lewis and sees him lowering his gaze slightly with the nonchalant look on his face.

"fuck, you always take me so well, don't you? this tiny pussy just made for my cock."

"such a good girl for me, baby."

"swallow it. every last drop."

you blink, trying to push aside the memory from after the race in australia, the last time you and lewis were together intimately. you clear your throat when is suddenly feels dry, before locking eyes with the journalist.

"umm, yeah. we uh.... we managed to sort it out. umm.... yeah, it's like you said. me and lewis started out on the wrong foot. it took us a while to uhh.... get here. but we're okay now. that's all that matters."

"lewis? anything to add?" the journalist asks for his input next.

lewis simply shakes his head. "she took the words right out of my mouth."

your breath hitches in your throat again. fucking double meaning.

the journalist nods, satisfied with both your answers.

"you're alright, mate?" lando asks out of the sudden, placing his hand in your shoulder gently with his head leaning sideways toward you. there's a hint of concern in his voice.

"hmm?" you frown.

"your voice is kind of hoarse. you're alright?"

in the corner of your eyes, you could see lewis smirking. he doesn't even try to hide it as he glances at you. it was only for a split second but it brings back the memory from today, right before the race.

"fuck, i miss your mouth so much, baby."

"you look so pretty like this with your mouth full of my cock."

"better make me come soon, yeah? don't want anyone from your team finding you on your knees like this for me, do you?"

shivers run down your spine before you smile awkwardly at lando, rubbing his knuckles on your shoulder, hoping that him and everybody in the room couldn't see right through your bullshit.

"yeah 'm fine, mate. just.... dehydrated."

[luludeluluramblings]

With popstar reader and their siblings accidentally simping is so funny to me😭. Dick has always been a little bit, ever so slightly a manwhore. He's always crushing on someone, on the rare occasion that he isn't in a relationship he usually has a sidepiece. So when a popstar pops up singing and dancing around in lingerie of course he's gonna be interested. I feel like Dick would feel equal parts guilt and disgust. Guilt that he didn't even recognize his baby sibling, and disgust that he didn't realize it was his younger sibling ( ykwim).

Jason doesn't really follow pop culture, he listens to whatever music he wants to without shame. He would probably hear about reader from a friend god forbid its dick who tells him or a goon says something in passing. He eventually takes a peek and their music later becomes a guilty pleasure. You were right about his reaction, a cold cigarette on a rooftop while contemplating jumping off.

Tim is up to date with pop culture and upcoming artists. He also has an obsessive personality and falls head over heels with whoever catches his attention. It starts with a member of teen titans or maybe just a video popping up in his feed. The songs are catchy and have clever double entendres, the performances are inspired and playful. It's very easy for him to get entranced. Him finding out would be traumatizing. If he had been keeping tabs on some random popstar it wouldn't be that big a deal, but his adopted sibling, whom he lived in the same house with for most of his life. He needs to clear his search history, delete everything off his computer, see a therapist, and sit alone in a corner for a very long time.

Steph and Duke are major fans. They haven't really interacted with reader much. Reader had already begun to reject their "family" and pull away by the time they entered the manor. Steph plays their music, watches their videos, and goes to concerts with Duke. They have her posters, and albums. It's been Steph's dream to be picked at a concert. When they find out they are easily the most excited. Steph dated Tim in the past she doesn't give two shits that popstar reader is secretly a Wayne. She loudly announces her attraction to reader in detail. Duke is much more respectful about it but can't contain his excitement. He asks when they're going to come home, where their room is, why didn't anyone tell him?

Cass and Damian are in a similar spot. Cass wasn't super into it like the rest of the family. She'd dance around with Steph and peek at Tim's computer occasionally but she wasn't crushing on reader like the rest of them. Damian felt above it all, he saw his family's antics as ridiculous. He refused to fall prey to some siren. It's more of a puppy love type crush, he's not crazy but his stare lingers at Steph's poster. Like a kid outside Victoria's secret. When he finds out he does feel sick, but he covers it with outrage, reader is tainting the family's public image! They're making a mockery of the Wayne name! Don't bring up the stage names, his anger is just to hide his shame.

The way this would just fuck with Singer!Reader mentally.

Think about it?

You finally got your family’s attention, but only because they’re attracted to you. (Sans Bruce cause I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole.)

I love it.

It adds such a sinister vibe to them trying to bring you back to the manor or constantly checking on you. They are your worst fans.

And, the way Gotham Media would gag over the scandal it would cause even if it’s not technically wrong?

Technically. Technically. Technically. It’s such a key word in all this. And, would total used as the justification for their feelings if things became too much.

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just thinking about being apart of lottie's commune and worshipping the ground she walks on. :( taking everything she says to heart. she needs you to eat her out? ok. she needs to ride you? who are you to say no? 😵‍💫😞

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i know all the lesbians had a crush on her in there bro.....

also do you think you could get like a referral from your doctor to go to her compound or would you have to spend hours searching for like therapy treatments (?) before you find sunshine honey.. which gets me thinking about getting her referral number and hearing her voice when she picks up, literally blushing just from how she greets you.. yeah, you're packing ur bags asap, you don't care that while she's explaining what the camp is all about, it sounds like a cult. you need to meet this charlotte.

being slightly disappointed that she's not the one showing you around the camp all day. it's mainly lisa and a few of the others, but she walks you around until she has to go off to her duties. lottie smiling so warmly at you and touching your shoulder as she talks to lisa and the others, telling them to take good care of you. GOD. you're blushing so much. lisa already gives you a knowing look as you look longingly at lottie as she walks away. you're caught.

getting closer to her and lottie kind of preying on your innocence/willingness to do whatever she asks.....hello. she loves how you worship the ground she walks on. you always stand up and smile at her when she walks in the room, giving her a cheesy smile and saying, "good afternoon, charlotte."

she never has to ask you to do things twice. well, sometimes she does. and it's usually when you're too distracted by staring at her mouth as she speaks. she has to snap her fingers in front of your face and you almost cum die when she tilts her head and asks if she has to repeat herself.

getting caught staring at her chest sometimes. not even in a pervy way, you just ended up mindlessly staring at it while in her office. she moves her hair out of the way, looking down at her chest and picking up her necklaces. "do you like them?" she asks, and there's definitely a double-entendre. you're entranced by the freckles littering her chest that you nod either way, and she lifts up your chin, making you look at her. "go ahead, then. worship them."

and she just sits back and sighs while you kiss her chest, calling you such a good acolyte. you just get off to her whines and wheezes as you lick and bite her sensitive nipples, looking up pathetically and begging if you can touch her pussy. how could she say no to that face?

being her desk pet while she works in her office 😁 lapping up her juices while she ignores you, and she's not even really doing any work lmfao. she's just on her 'puter, probably on Canva making posters for her next weeks event. occasionally pulling your face in deeper and using it for her own pleasure... lazily moving it away after she comes, reader still trying to get every last drop. she tells you to clean yourself up and get back to work.

waking up to lottie sneaking into your room, putting a harness on you, and riding you because she was just that desperate. she just tells you to take it like a good little thing, her nails digging into your shoulders painfully as she bounces up and down. lottie making you suck her juices off the strap 😁 lottie shoving you on her office chair and riding you before a meeting with lisa 😁 cockwarming lottie during a meeting. or lottie who shoves a vibrator/buttplug in you before leading you to a community therapy session, making sure to include you and growing satisfied when you stutter on your words when she ups the speed on the remote.

littering lottie's neck in hickeys 😞 she always scolds you in the morning but makes no effort to hide them.

calling her "my queen" in the bedroom 😵‍💫😵‍💫 kissing up her legs, starting with her ankles, and worshipping her with kisses until your lips feel numb. just making her feel so loved :( tbh, not even sex, you just spend hours praising her and kissing her body and face, both of you red in the cheeks and desperate for each other.