#《🌆 answers 》

[sainz100]

Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

[phobzz]

Chip and spruce being bros

they hangin out! what are they talkin abt

[chasesylvan]

Hi Chase !

I hope you have/had an amazing day :] And I hope you're doing good!

Feel free to chat with me anytime!, I love it when people bond with me over similar interests- And I'm always here to chat if you need someone to talk to!

hi dusk! ☺️☺️

i’m doing very well, thank you! i’ve had a good day so far, gotta go to work in a lil bit, which sucks a bit, but oh well. 😂

it’s so nice to find people you have similar interests with, and i’ll always be here as well for a chat as well 🫶🫶

[omo-goose]

Yep yep, hii lmao. I'm waaay tooo scared to do an Omo myself but reading and watching how others do makes me feel... good. Not in a sexual way. Just good, y'now? Sorry if my likes annoyed you QwQ But the concept of Omo is just extremely interesting to me. Well, anyway. I wish you'll have a nice day and hopefully I did not annoyed you 💜

🦡🌌 Anon

No worries friend, I love the notifications ^^

makes me happy when people like my posts :D

enjoy reading and looking through all the omo content !!

feel free to request drawings of fandom omo, adult characters only obviously though !!

I enjoy drawing when I have the energy ^^

[sapphic-supernova6]

then do I have a chance, miss? I am 34 years old.

-🌆

absolutely! welcome love!

[f1r3-1n-th3-h0le]

To Insane and both Normals: Despite one of you being a brutal mass murderer, you all are my favorites!

Nice! - Normal, Abnormal and Insane

[rengineer]

My bad let me ask you the same.

You a top? Would you choose it over being submissive?

- 🌆

" Pardner, I'd rather top off my sentry's ammo and be submissive to a good night's sleep, @stringsnwires come git your boy. "

[squad-reblogs-and-misc]

Omg hi!!! I think you followed us on tiktok as well!!! I hope this doesn't come off as creepy, I just thought it was so cool that I recognized someone across platforms

Forgot to answer this till like- now ( very late/early in our timezone ) but it’s all good! Yeah, would say that’s pretty neat! Cross platform mutuals

[yawnderu]

— navigation🌆

[ HIATUS ]

: ̗̀➛ 24, she/her | MDNI.

>Most of my works can be found writing the names of characters in my account, or using the following links:

Simon Riley mlist, smut mlist, bimbo!reader mlist, dad!Ghost mlist, 2023 mlist

>Ko-Fi [WIP] >Commissions info >AO3

WEIRD ANONS: #weird anons >INBOX ANSWERS: #stray answers UNRELATED YAPPING: #stray talks

[reveriebae]

Chapter 1 - Pick a Card, Any Dare

ICE ON MY TITS SERIES

<<PROLOGUE | NEXT CHAPTER>>

Saturday night. 9:17 PM. Night at Eden Heights. No hoes. Just eight dangerously attractive men and you… in a robe, barefoot, legs crossed on the couch like you didn’t just ruin five minds by walking in.

Someone brought boxed wine. Someone else brought weed. Someone was already shirtless—and you weren’t even drunk yet.

You walked into apartment 204—Yunho’s place—like you weren’t the walking distraction they all pretended not to be obsessed with.

Your robe was short, barely tied. Your tank top wasn’t exactly meant for mixed company. But this floor didn’t count as company, did it?

They were all already there.

Hongjoong on the floor, one arm draped over the armrest like he owned the air.

Seonghwa and Yeosang side-by-side on the couch, legs spread like their manspreading was a threat.

Yunho grinning too wide, motioning for you to sit beside him.

Mingi lounged back with a cup of something too dark to be juice, watching you like a movie.

San was shirtless. Again. You didn’t even blink.

Jongho was in the kitchen, pouring drinks like he wasn’t listening to every word.

And then there was you, sitting cross-legged on the velvet couch like your bare thigh didn’t just brush someone’s knee.

The game of the night? “Cards & Dares”—a chaotic hybrid of Uno, poker, and “how far are you willing to go in front of your neighbors.”

Yunho dealt the cards. San cracked open a seltzer. The rules were simple:

Draw a red card, you answer a question.

Draw a black card, you take a dare.

Draw a joker… and the table chooses your fate.

You pulled first. A black queen.

Hongjoong smirked. “Dare.”

He leaned in, voice low and lazy. “I dare you to sit on the lap of whoever’s making you the horniest right now.”

The room froze.

Mingi nearly choked. Yeosang looked away like he suddenly respected the wall. San grinned like he knew the answer.

You raised a brow. “Just sit?”

Hongjoong’s smile deepened. “Unless you’d like to ride.”

You didn’t say a word.

Just turned on your heel with a swing of your robe that nearly flashed your entire ass—and walked straight to San.

His legs were already spread like he knew. His eyes were locked on you like a wolf watching dinner walk into its own mouth.

You stood between his thighs for one slow second. One heartbeat.

One breath of silence.

Then—

You sat.

Right down on his lap, straddling him like that couch didn’t exist. Like your whole floor didn’t exist.

San’s hands came up instinctively, gripping your hips like he’d done it before—like he should’ve done it before. He blinked, slowly, lips parted in surprise and something darker.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

You just tilted your head and smiled. “Too much?”

San chuckled low, his hands pressing a little firmer into your waist. “Not even close, princess.”

The room was dead silent.

Yunho coughed into his drink.

Hongjoong made a low noise that sounded suspiciously like a whistle.

Yeosang didn’t look up from his cards, but his ears were red.

Mingi’s jaw was on the floor.

Jongho still hadn’t moved from the kitchen.

Seonghwa sipped his wine without breaking eye contact. “I’d give that a nine.”

San’s hands gripped your waist a little tighter. “Why not ten?”

“Because she hasn’t started grinding yet.”

You rolled your hips.

Once.

Just enough.

San exhaled like he saw God.

You looked over your shoulder at Hongjoong and smiled. “Happy now?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Ecstatic.”

San’s voice was a rasp against your ear. “You’re evil.”

You leaned forward, your lips barely brushing his. “I’m bored.”

He growled something low and unholy, and you could feel it—thick and dangerous between your thighs. He wasn’t the only one getting hard.

Your phone buzzed on the table.

EDEN HEADS 🍆🌆

Yeosang: “Did that count as an earthquake or do I report it as a stroke?”

Jongho: “I’m unplugging the router. Everyone go home.”

Mingi: “WHY is it always San 😭”

You smirked.

“Next card,” you said again, breathless.

San didn’t let go.

His palms stayed glued to your thighs like your skin was the only thing keeping him grounded. You weren’t moving either—not when his lap was that comfortable. Not when every shift of your hips made him groan like a man on the edge.

You should’ve been nervous.

Instead? You felt dangerous.

You were dangerous.

“Next card,” Hongjoong announced, dragging the deck forward with two fingers and a smirk like he already knew what was coming.

Mingi pulled.

Black.

Oh no.

Jongho barked a laugh. “DARE.”

Hongjoong cracked his knuckles. “I dare you to tell us your favorite porn category. And if you lie—we’ll know.”

Mingi blinked. “That’s it? Easy.”

He leaned back, casual, nonchalant.

“Choking. Tongue play. Face sitting. You know—regular stuff.”

Yeosang choked on his drink.

“Regular?” Yunho laughed.

Mingi just shrugged, eyes flicking to where your hips still rested firmly on San. “Depends on who’s sitting.”

You smirked.

Next card.

Yeosang pulled. Red.

“Truth,” San said, voice still rough behind you. “If you could fuck anyone in this room, who would it be?”

The table froze.

Yeosang didn't flinch. Didn’t stutter. Just met your eyes directly.

“Her.”

Silence.

“On her knees. My mouth on her thighs. Maybe the table shakes a little.”

A pause.

“Maybe a lot.”

Your breath hitched.

San’s hands tightened.

“You’re all so loud,” Seonghwa muttered, reaching lazily for the next card. “It’s a party, not a porn shoot.”

He pulled. JOKER.

A collective gasp.

Yunho whooped. “OHHH, table vote!!”

Jongho returned from the kitchen with snacks, unbothered. “I vote Seonghwa kisses someone.”

“Tongue,” Mingi added.

“Neck,” Yeosang muttered.

You just sat there, smiling with the full audacity of someone who knew everyone in the room wanted to pick you.

But Hongjoong raised a brow. “Let’s make it fair. Seonghwa kisses the person who makes him the hardest.”

San laughed. “That’s evil.”

You felt Seonghwa’s stare before you even turned your head.

Cool. Calm. Calculated.

He stood up, crossed the space between the table and the couch—and stopped right in front of you.

San blinked. “You serious?”

You didn’t even breathe.

Seonghwa leaned down, slow, warm breath brushing the shell of your ear.

“You’re trouble,” he whispered. “I should stay far, far away.”

Then he kissed you.

On the neck.

Open mouth. Slow tongue. Fingers brushing your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

San didn’t breathe. His hands still on your thighs like restraint was a religion.

Seonghwa pulled back with the softest, filthiest smile.

“Ten,” he whispered, returning to his seat. “That’s a ten.”

You could hear Mingi whisper, “I need to go pray.”

The next card hit the table.

Your skin still burned from Seonghwa’s kiss.

San’s lap was starting to feel less like a seat and more like a warning label.

And then—

The front door slammed open.

“AYYYYYY BITCHESSSSSSS!!!”

Wooyoung.

Tank top soaked in sweat, a half-torn denim jacket sliding off his shoulder, a cigarette between his lips and a bottle of soju in hand.

Drunk. Loud. Already lit.

“Y’ALL STARTED WITHOUT ME?” he barked. “AND THIS BITCH—” (he pointed at you with the cigarette) “—IS ON SAN’S DICK ALREADY?? YOU CHEATING ASSHOLE!”

You blinked. “Cheating?”

“I WANTED HER TO SIT ON ME FIRST!”

He collapsed onto the rug with no grace, spread eagle like the devil’s house pet.

“Where the fuck’s the deck?”

“Over here,” Yunho said, shaking it.

“Hand it over, dickwad.”

Wooyoung pulled his card.

Black.

You didn’t even blink.

“Dare,” you said, lips curved. “Make it nasty.”

Wooyoung licked his lips. “Say less.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a crushed pack of cigarettes, and lit one with a dramatic flair. He inhaled, slow and deep.

“C’mere.”

You arched a brow. “Why?”

“I wanna give you a present,” he smirked. “With my mouth.”

San was suddenly not okay.

Mingi muttered something about God not being real.

Seonghwa actually leaned back and crossed his legs like he was saving himself.

You crawled across the carpet, slow, teasing, until you were kneeling in front of Wooyoung.

“Open,” he whispered.

He took a long drag of the cigarette—smoke curling between his lips—and leaned in close.

So close your noses brushed.

He exhaled the smoke right into your mouth.

Your lips parted. You inhaled.

Then pulled him in and kissed him, filthy and open-mouthed, smoke curling around your tongues.

“FUCK,” San whispered, nearly choking.

“Jesus CHRIST,” Yunho groaned.

Wooyoung pulled back with a messy smirk, the cigarette back between his teeth.

“I’m so fucking hard right now it’s embarrassing.”

Your eyes fluttered. “That the dare?”

“Bitch, that was a gift.”

You flopped back into San’s lap like you lived there.

Mingi fanned himself with his card. “I need an ice bath.”

Jongho was face down on the couch whispering, “She needs to be arrested.”

Yeosang typed something in the group chat.

EDEN HEADS 🍆🌆

Yeosang: “Can we install soundproof walls. For mental health reasons.”

Mingi: “NO. I want to hear it all. Every night. Every moan. Every slap.”

Jongho: “I’m deleting this chat.”

Wooyoung: “I would lick her sweat off the floor.”

San: “Bro.”

Hongjoong: “Focus. Next card.”

You drew.

JOKER.

Everyone froze.

You smirked. “Table vote, huh?”

Yunho sat up straighter. “We can’t let her pick. She’ll break us.”

Mingi clapped. “YES. Break us. Ruin us. I want it.”

Wooyoung screamed, “LET’S GOOOOO!!”

Seonghwa sipped his wine and whispered, “This is a sex cult now.”

Hongjoong licked his lips. “Alright… I vote we dare her to tell us—in detail—the last time she came.”

Everyone went silent.

Then San whispered, “That’s not a dare, that’s psychological warfare.”

You tilted your head.

And smiled.

“Three nights ago,” you said slowly, voice dropping low. “Shower running. Curtain open. One leg up. A finger—no, two. Thinking about…”

You looked around.

Paused.

And pointed.

“…Yunho.”

That man’s soul left his body.

He nearly dropped his cup. “I—I—HUH—”

You kept going.

“Thinking about how big he probably is. How he’d wrap my legs around his shoulders. How he’d beg to finish in my mouth.”

Mingi screamed into a pillow.

Wooyoung was on the floor, pounding it with his fist.

San’s hands were shaking.

And Yunho?

“Bathroom. Now.”

He stood up.

Everyone went feral.

[clockwayswrites]

Part 2

Part 1

Danny & Cass, Cyan, Wind chime bells @wandixx

Cass placed the backpack down on the kitchen counter, unzipped it, and spread the opening purposefully.

Alfred looked from the bag to Cass, one pointed white brow raised. Keeping her eyes locked with Alfred, she took an apple from the fruit bowl and placed it inside the bag.

A moment later the brow lowered and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Ah, looking for a picnic, Miss Cassandra?”

Pleased he had gotten it, Cass nodded eagerly and held up two fingers.

“A picnic for two? Is one of your siblings joining you?” He asked.

Cass shook her head.

“Ah. Are you off to see a friend?”

Cass nodded and scooted the bag a little closer towards Alfred.

“Well then,” Alfred said after a beat, “any allergies your friend has?”

She took a moment to think about and then shook her head. She’d always seen Danny eat everything that either of them could get their hands on.

“And is your friend human?”

That was an odd question. Cass’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“You would not believe the things that both Master Richard and Master Jason got up to,” Alfred answered, looking like a man who had been long suffering.

Cass gave a little giggle, which softened Alfred’s expression.

“If you will give me a small time, I will put together a meal for you and your friend. Perhaps, while I do so, you would go and let Master Bruce know that you are going out.”

That seemed odd, but Cass figured it was part of being in a family now. They often liked to know where she was or tell each other when they were going somewhere not the manor or would be be back to the manor. It was still taking time for Cass to be used to all of these rules that weren’t rules.

Knocking she understood now, it was apparently polite and sneaking through the shadows was not. To that end, she knocked on the door to Bruce’s study and waited for the slightly distracted ‘come in’ to enter.

“Cass,” Bruce said with a smile when he looked up from his work. “How are you doing today, honey?”

Cass gave him a thumbs up as he turned on the tablet on his desk and spun it around for her. Her tongue stuck out just slightly as she looked for the right images.

🦢🫱🥪🎒 🏠🐦‍⬛➡️🌆

Bruce watched her put in the images. “Ah… Alfred is putting food in a bag for you and you’re going into the city?”

Cass nodded.

“Alright…,” Bruce said slowly. He tapped the edge of the tablet in a soft rhythm. “Thank you for letting me know. First off, do you have your phone with you?”

Cass pulled it out of her back pocket.

“Good. Do you remember what we talked about with the emergency button? How even if you don’t think you need the help, you should press it if there’s any trouble?”

Cass swiped over to the left screen and the large button on it before locking the phone again.

“Alright. Are you willing to wear an alert bracelet too?” Bruce asked and purposeful leaned back into his chair and forced himself to relax. “That way if your phone is taken or breaks you can still press the bracelet. It has a tracker in it, but we won’t use it unless we need to or you tell us too.”

It didn’t really mater to her, she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t trust them, so Cass gave a little shrug and help out her wrist.

Bruce gave an amused snort and opened up one of his drawers. “If you’re any example, daughters really are easier than sons.”

The bracelet, black of course, was a little snug, but it was low profile enough not to get in the way. Cass adjusted it just slightly before she was satisfied. She was confused though when Bruce stood.

He gave her a soft smile. “I’ll drive you into the city. I have some paperwork there I should get anyways.”

That was a little bit of a lie, but Cass decided not to call him on it and simple held out her hand for Bruce to take.

-

“You aren’t supposed to come out here anymore,” Danny said. He’s trying to look mad— arms crossed with a wide stance, but the way he looked at her from under his black bangs gave him away.

Cass patted the spot on the roof next to her. It’s one of their favorite spots to watch the sunset together. Not only was the view of the sunset over the waters amazing, but when there was a breeze they could hear all the bits of metal tied to the bridge next to them clink in the wind. It made Cass sad to think of Danny watching it up here alone now.

He gave an aggrieved sigh but took the indicated spot. Once he’s seated, Cass starts pulling out the food. There are bulging sandwiches, fresh fruit, salty chips, and best of all cookies.

“Wow,” Danny said. His hand twitched like he wanted to just reach out and start eating before the food disappeared.

Cass handed him a sandwich.

“You still shouldn’t be out here,” Danny protested, but the words were muffled by the large bite of food.

Cass just smiled and started on her own.

Part 3

[phobzz]

oooh baby need smoko

[chasesylvan]

Hi Chase :D How are you?

Also, good luck on your first ritual and I hope you have fun! (this is Dusk/Moon btw I just changed my username!)

omg hey dusk !!

i’m very good !! also thank you so much, i’m so excited, it’s gonna be the best day of my life and i literally can’t wait ❤️❤️

how are you? and how are things???

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Since Cass canonically has big problems with verbal communication (writing specifically), I headcanon that she uses emojis instead of typing messages. Bruce and Damian understand her perfectly, other batfam members struggle, but still try their best to decipher it.

Damian actually likes this a lot, because it feels like their secret language inaccessible for his enemies (he has a lot of them, of course), so their dialogue looks like:

Cass:

🖤💜🧡🍨

💚?

Damian:

🧡🤮🙅🏾

💚🖤💜?

Cass:

🙄👉🏻👶🏾

💜🖤🧡💚🍨🧃🌳🕕

Damian:

😮‍💨👌🏾

🦇🚗🕕

And her chat with Bruce is just like:

🖤🤜🏻🥷🏻

👍

🖤🚶🏻‍♀️🍔

👍

🖤💜🍿🌆

👍

Steph records her a bunch of voice messages about nothing, that she is waiting for the bus or that she had gum stuck to her shoe, and constantly repeats that Cass doesn't need to listen to them and especially answer, but Cass still listens to every single one and diligently chooses a proper emoji.

Also, they all mostly record video messages, so it would be easier for her to understand, because she can read their body language too.

[dimlylittorch]

Arcane Masterlist🪐

Main Masterlist🌱

Guide:

🔜 = there is a second part in the works

🥀 = angst warning

☁️ = fluffy content

🌆 = chubby!reader

🏳️‍⚧️ = transmasc!reader

🧳 = long read

🌃 = random/not connected to anything else

[coming soon just means if i have a writing already in my drafts or not]

Silco:

❗️NSFW:

Safe House ☁️🏳️‍⚧️🌃

Humiliating 🏳️‍⚧️🌃

Satin Stains 🔜☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳

❕SFW:

Your Pain Is His Pain 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳🌃

Series:

The Debt: part 1 // part 2🔜

The Little Aristocrat: part 1 // part 2🔜 ☁️🏳️‍⚧️🧳

Pretty Boy Assistant: part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4🔜 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Viktor:

❗️NSFW:

Storage Closet ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Rough Day ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Valentine’s Day ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Jayce’s Assistant ☁️🏳️‍⚧️

❕SFW:

Old Friends 🥀☁️🏳️‍⚧️

Jayce:

❗️NSFW:

Desperate 🔜☁️🏳️‍⚧️

❕SFW:

(0) Coming Soon

Vander:

❗️NSFW:

(0) Coming Soon

❕SFW:

(0) Coming Soon

Extra/Multi:

❗️NSFW:

(1) Coming Soon

❕SFW:

Vanilla Kind Of Love ☁️🌃

Answered Asks:

Vander x sick!reader ☁️

[cupids-stimboards]

day 4 prompt: fave meme (extra) answer: IVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCMENT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS A BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER HE PISSED ON MY FUCKING WIFE THATS RIGHT

🌑 😢 🦇 / 🌆 x 🌆 / 🦇 😢 🌑