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Can we get more poly!reader??? Perhaps a Halloween one, since the holiday just passed :)
Not what you asked for but... I'm in a mood and have work drama.
When you come home, Wade glances out the window and frowns, "Uh oh, Logi-bear."
""What uh-oh?" Logan grunted, looking up from his phone.
"Code Red. I repeat. Code red," Wade said, pacing, picking up his own phone off the counter. "This calls for-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Logan snapped. "Will you speak English?"
"Y/N has been home for 10 minutes and she's still sitting in the car-"
"So?"
"So?" Wade gasped, "So? She's still on the phone and so-"
"So she's talking to someone-"
"And that means drama. And Drama means a shit fuck of a day... God have you NEVER lived with a woman?"
Logan rolled his eyes, "Why does that-"
"You loser," Wade scoffed. "Order food and pour the wine. Work drama is the BEST when it's a bunch of bitchy office ladies. So catty."
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having Jason Todd as your boyfriend means that he's often covered in random bite marks, some people assume he owns a cat and he hums and agrees with them
yeah, sure, he's got a feral kitty at home, one that randomly bites his thick thighs and stomach when he's doing nothing but innocently reading in the comfort of his own home.
trying to stop you from biting by putting your head in the crook of his arm does little to deter you as you just bite his meaty, muscled forearms so he just accepts his fate and lets you get out your excess cuteness aggression by biting him
maybe he'd even push a finger or two in your mouth for you to gnaw on, pushing the pads of his fingertips to your tongue and letting you look stupid and drool all over his fingers before he lets you drool over something bigger.
Just.. maybe don't bite him over there, yeah?
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running a Tumblr blog is like having a stall at a market. You carefully set out handmade artisan goods and curated trinkets at your table. A few people will walk past your stall and offer compliments. Even rarer you might get a customer or two that actually buy your stuff.
Then after lunch you put a scrunched up napkin on the corner of your table, intending to throw it out later. Then suddenly you have hundreds of people crowded around your stall demanding to buy your used napkin.
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GIRL I GOT DE BEST IDEA AAAAAAAAAAAAA how would The poly!maurders react to y/n sleeping naked? I sleep naked and that thought just came to me mind
"Darling?" Sirius croons, pressing gently against your shoulder to rouse you from your sleep, "Darling, we're back."
There's no response from you, and Sirius pushes ever-so-slightly harder.
"Christ, Sirius, let's not shove her off the bed!" James gripes, muscling Sirius out of the way to lean down and press his lips to your forehead, "Love, wake up? We brought you dessert."
There's still no response from your unconscious form, and James suspects it's because you're nestled in a cocoon of warmth that's keeping you deeply asleep. He feels his heart crack slightly as he reaches for the edge of the blanket, feeling cruel, but it has to be done.
"Right, let's take this off then, and we can- oh, bloody hell!"
What's revealed beneath the blankets is your naked form, curled up tightly against the cold but now completely exposed to the room. Sirius's brows shoot up, and James drops the covers in order to clamp his hands over his eyes.
"James," Remus hums as you stir from your sleep. He quickly flips the covers over you again, giving you privacy as you wake, "You've seen her naked before."
"But not like this!" James blabbers, letting Sirius bundle him in a reassuring hug, "Darling, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you'd be naked under there. Didn't mean to flash you to the whole lot of us."
Remus watches as you drag a knuckle through the sleep gathered in the corners of your eyes, rubbing away the drowsiness as a groggy smile grows on your face.
"S'okay, Jamie," You laugh, your voice raspy from disuse, "I slept naked 'cause I knew you'd find me."
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Imagine‼️
(Chubby baby Al Ghul-Wayne twins)
Chubby baby twin!reader and Damian always by each other when playing building blocks that Bruce had bought them. Maybe Jason knocked over twin!reader’s building and he starts to cry. Making Damian cry, but Damian doesn’t just cry. He starts throwing a tantrum at how his sibling, his twin is crying. He’s throwing blocks at Jason who is now trying to stop the crying twins. One is trying to harm the older brother while the other one is just sad at how their creation got destroyed.
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Y/n : Ask me why I love you
Jason : Why do you love me, Y/n.
Y/n, pulling out a 200 slide presentation : I'm glad you asked.
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The Scene: Yesterday. A bright and chilly October day. Cleaning out a shed full of my dad's tools. Looking for odds and ends.
My husband finds a box of things I inherited from my bio dad's mom (mostly little knick knacks)
He dumps out a container. A ceramic container. It held a lot of a suspiciously dusty substance.
"I really hope that wasn't my grandpa."
He looks at me with the look of fucking shock horror and just goes "Me too."
(It was not. His ashes are in Colorado.)
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picture this: it’s your second week at the commission. your boss is a fucking fish. your coworkers are way too friendly. your higher-ups’ biggest concern is a random ex-employee who you’ve never met, her next being her fashion game. and her daughter is just running around wreaking absolute havoc.
and then one day the meanest 13-year old you’ve ever seen in your life walks in, finishes his case in 10 minutes, and immediately after gets recognized as the best worker in the room full of adults.
im quitting on the spot wbu

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i had to make cookies last night and ended up thinking about making cookies with five and like. that man is a fiend. youre practically fighting him to keep him out of the cookie dough. like hes so emotionally stunted bc he never got to truly grow up so hes still practically a child which means he is climbing over you to shove handfuls of raw cookie dough in his mouth.
"five you cant eat that theres raw egg in it!"
"coomkie dough......"
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thinking about driving home from a gala with brucie and:
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...can we get wendy's?"
and then he does a great big dad sigh, all dramatic and oppressed-like, grumbling something under his breath. he still dutifully goes onto the nearest exit, though, his posh rolls royce alongside his rather handsome mug enough to cause a whole flurry of social media posts the next day about the famed bruce wayne caught buying junk food. he usually would've been mildly annoyed, a bit miffed at best, but because it's you, he lets it slide <3
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Y/n every time Jason shows his hatred for the joker:

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Y/n : *phone rings*
Dick : *looks over* Oh wow, you still call your father “daddy”? Aren't you a bit old for that?
Y/n : *answers the phone, making eye contact with Dick * Hey, Jason.
Dick : *chokes*
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Tail Troubles and Moonlight Stumbles
Cardan Greenbriar
Description : Cardan helping y/n navigate through the dark because being a human she can't see anything and her accidently stepping on his precious tail
warnings : none
In the dimly lit forest of Elfhame, Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Faerie, and Y/n found themselves venturing through the shadows. The moonlight barely pierced through the dense canopy, casting an ethereal glow upon the foliage.
As they walked hand in hand, Cardan's raven hair, disheveled as ever, framed his face, emphasizing his sharp features and piercing black eyes. His high cheekbones and pointed ears gave him an otherworldly allure, while a delicate tail swayed behind him. Towering at 5'11, he seemed to effortlessly glide through the darkness.
Y/n, a human girl known for her ambition, pride, and determination, matched Cardan's stride with grace, her steps steady and confident. Her sarcastic nature was evident in the playful gleam in her eyes. She was skilled with swords and daggers, but in this realm of Faerie, humans were despised.
As they ventured further into the woods, Y/n's lack of night vision became apparent. With each step, she stumbled slightly, her hand tightening around Cardan's. Sensing her discomfort, he gently guided her, their fingers intertwining like vines.
"Darling," Cardan's velvety voice whispered, his tone laced with affection, "watch your step. The path can be treacherous."
Y/n huffed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Oh, believe me, Your Highness, I'm watching. But it's not exactly easy when I can't see a thing."
Cardan chuckled softly, the sound a melody in the night. "Well, fear not, my love. For I am here to guide you through the darkness."
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "You know, sometimes I think you enjoy these dramatic moments a little too much."
As they continued their journey, Y/n's foot landed on Cardan's sensitive tail, he let out a theatrical yelp that echoed through the forest. He hopped on one foot, his face contorted in an exaggerated expression of pain, as he dramatically clutched his tail with both hands.
"Darling!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with mock despair. "Must you constantly step on my precious tail? Do you not see how delicate it is? It's the epitome of fae elegance!"
Y/n couldn't help but stifle a giggle, finding Cardan's dramatic display both endearing and amusing. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she responded, "Oh, please, Cardan. It's not as if I did it on purpose. Besides, I can't see in the dark like you can.”
Cardan's pout deepened, his hand still cradling his tail. "Ah, the plight of a poor mortal," he sighed dramatically, his tone dripping with exaggerated sympathy. "Blind as a bat, stumbling around and wreaking havoc on fae royalty. Truly, it's a tragedy."
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Your Highness," she retorted, her voice filled with playful sarcasm. "You're the one with the tail, after all. Perhaps you should move your delicate tail out of the way next time."
Cardan paused his hopping and gazed at Y/n with a faux expression of offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, so you think it's my fault now, do you? Blaming the High King for his own impeccable elegance. How dare you!"
Y/n's laughter rang through the air as she replied, "Well, someone needs to take responsibility for that dangerously attractive tail of yours."
Cardan's pout transformed into a playful smirk as he approached Y/n, closing the distance between them. He tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. "Ah, so you find my tail dangerously attractive, do you? I must warn you, my dear, it has been known to steal hearts and cause mortals to stumble."
Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze. "Is that a warning or a promise, High King?"
Cardan's laughter joined hers, the sound blending harmoniously in the enchanted forest. "Consider it both, my fiery, sarcastic darling. But don't worry, even if you stumble, I'll always be here to catch you. Even if it means nursing my precious tail back to health."
Their banter continued as they resumed their journey, Cardan's tail swaying gently behind him. Their playful interactions illuminated the darkness, bringing a sense of lightness to their path. In those moments, Y/n realized that Cardan's dramatics and their shared laughter were not just a source of amusement but a reminder of the deep connection they shared—a bond that could withstand any challenge that lay ahead.
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#cardan greenbriar#cardan imagines#cardan greenbriar imagines#cardan x reader#cardan greenbriar x reader#cardan greenbriar x fem reader#the high king of elfhame#high king of elfhame
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯
𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸
𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴
𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘺!𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴
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The Alchemist, the Illusionist and the Necromancer - I feel like they would totally have a threesome
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