#Diana prince imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: i'm strong tough and independent!

Diana: baby I got your juice box

Y/N: thanks baby!!! I'm nothing without you

Y/N happily drinks their juice box as Diana giggles...

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: blood mention

a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Why are you walking like that?” Diana suddenly stopped in her tracks and observed your movement. You paused and stared at her like a deer in headlights.

“What an odd question.” You answered. “How am I walking?” Your reply only raised her suspicions and she quickly jumped to your aid, trying to figure out what the cause of your behavior was. “Diana, wait—” But she did not, and she lifted a piece of fabric to find a hidden bloodstain just above your hip.

“Y/N!” She gasped and looked up at you.

“What? It will heal!” You contested and she shook her head, looking back at your wound. She gently touched it with a light finger. “Ow! Stop!”

“We have to fix this, y/n. You are not invincible. I don’t understand why you’d hide this!” Diana continued to worry as she helped with your wound.

“I’m as invincible as you.” You replied and she shook her head. “What? You can get hurt but I can’t?”

“Exactly.”

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[redr0sewrites]

As you're writing for DC now, can we get pegging headcannons for Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy & Wonder Woman x male! reader?

🥀A/n: UHM YES HELLO??)? i genuinely cooked so hard w this one ngl.

🥀Character(s): Harley Quinn x reader, Poison Ivy x reader, Wonder Woman x reader

🥀Cw: smut, pegging, sub!male!reader, slight feminization in HQ's part, impact play, bondage, cock/strap used interchangeably, strap sucking, oral fixation mention, dirty talk

🥀minors dni

Harley Quinn:

Harley would be soo mean about it, she's definitely mocking you and giggling the whole time while forcing you to take her strap. she takes prep very seriously, and would absolutely make you wear a butt plug beforehand to make sure you're nice and prepped for her

speaking of her strap, it is very her. its a bright red with glitter, and is definitely at least 8 inches. it has a very prominent tip with the slightest arch that can reach all the sweet spots inside you. you cannot tell me she wouldn't buy a vibrating strap for shits and giggles, she loves to torture you (lovingly ofc)

definitely buys you one of those monster dildos/straps as a gag gift, im talking a full 12 inches with tentacles and ridges. it starts off as a joke, but it isn't long before curiosity gets the best of both of you and she's bending you over the mattress, splitting you in two with her "monster cock" as she calls it

Harley has a brutal pace when pegging you, she's fast and rough and oh so mean. definitely hits it from the back, she looves doggy style and when you get all weak and shaky under her touch? it only makes her even meaner

likes slapping your ass and pushing you around while she pegs you. is infatuated by the sight of her cock sliding in and out of your hole, and loves to watch your ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust. if you're down for it, Harley would definitely buy you a pretty collar she can tug and play with while she fucks you senseless. she loves to mark whats hers, and makes sure to leave a heft amount of bite marks and hickeys across your necks and shoulders.

buys you lingerie just to peg you in it. lacy thigh garters with pretty panties in the color scheme of her clown costume, with a frilly bralette to match. Harley doesn't care how embarrassed you get, she's fucking you silly while switching between calling you her pretty princess or her dirty slut

loves groping your pecs and calling them tits while she fucks you, and when you whimper or complain she coos about how you're such a whiny whore. claims you "cry like a girl", and mocks you for being all needy and depraved

"aw, takin' me up the ass so well, dolly. betcha never played with your prostate like this before, huh toots? who knew all it took was f'me to fuck ya, and then you'd behave like the little bitch you are.."

very rarely touches your cock while pegging you, she's confident you can get off from the prostate stimulation alone. however, she's definitely down for double tapping and would love to fuck you from both ends with her strap and a sounding rod one day

while she can be very rough and degrading, i do think Harley finds importance in aftercare and is very sweet with you once it's all over. she'll tease you a bit, but will get you a warm towel to wipe you off and bring you some food and water. she has a very high libido though, so showering after sex with her often leads to another round... not that you'd mind

"you really are a little slut, aren't cha?" sharp, red nails leave a crescent shaped mark on your hips while Harley's free hand presses down on your lower back, forcing you into a deeper arch as she fucks you senseless. your drooling and moaning into the pillows while your thighs shake from the brutal pace she's set. the lacy thong she had bought you for the occasion had been torn off, but the thigh high socks, garters, and glittery, sheer bra remained untouched- for now.

your cock twitches, pressed between your tummy and the mattress, and you can't help but hump slightly, desperate for friction. you can't tell if you're grinding downwards against the bed for relief for your hard cock, or if you're grinding backwards for more friction against your abused hole. Harley leans onto you a little more, forcing your ass higher into the air so her strap can reach even deeper inside your gummy walls.

Harley watches, mesmerized, as her thick cock slides in and out of your leaking hole, ramming against that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. she notices your desperation, watching closely as you grind like a bitch in heat. the hand on your hip suddenly moves to grasp your leaking cock, and she snickers when you whimper. your dick twitches in her palm, desperate for any form of stimulation.

"aw, are you gonna cum all over yourself? jus' from me fucking ya silly?" she sneers as you grind your cock against her hand, mind lost in pleasure. "what a pretty, dumb whore you are," Harley coos, her pace unrelenting as you begin to sob. "go on doll, you can cum. but don't think 'm done with ya just yet~"

Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley:

Pamela probably wouldn't know much about pegging to begin with but is definitely willing to try it. she's a very confident and self assured dom, so as long as you're comfortable she's down to try pretty much anything

her strap is very pretty, a matte black or green with a few prominent veins. i think her strap would be about 7-8 inches but no more than that, but it would have a decent girth to it as well. big enough to where you feel the stretch, but not so much that it hurts (unlike Harley who wants you to suffer)

fingers you for prep, loves stretching you out and making you cum before she even puts her strap in. her fingers are long, slender, and very pretty, perfect for hitting that sweet spot inside you

i think Pamela would prefer to have you in her lap when she pegs you, with your hands tied behind your back with her vines. she's not as mean as much as she's condescending, switching between praising and degrading you so much it makes your mind all fuzzy

loves to tie you down in general. Pamela very rarely lets you touch her while she's pegging you, instead keeping you bound (and sometimes gagged) and completely at her mercy

COCKWARMING!!!! teases you mercilessly while forcing you to sit on her lap, staying immobile for what feels like hours while she toys with your nipples or kneads the flesh of your thighs. she'll occasionally stroke your cock with her nails, dragging upwards from the base to your twitching tip, only to stop when you do so much as gasp or whine. absolutely makes you suckle on her tits, the sight of you looking up at her with big, innocent doe eyes with one of her breasts in your mouth makes her absolutely feral

loveeesss when you struggle to ride her, grinding down on her strap and blushing like a mess. Pamela forces you to make eye contact with her as she finds it very intimate, and will get irritated if you look away or cover your eyes. she'll also get annoyed if you try to hide your moans or stifle any of your noises

if youre being bratty, she will sometimes offer to let you "take control" and fuck yourself, claiming that "since you're a big boy and can handle yourself, you can pleasure yourself as well". you both know that she's gonna take over for you eventually, but she just enjoys watching you squirm and struggle

puts your cock in a chastity cage while she pegs you so you can't even cum, but will be praising you for taking her so well the entire time. i think she'd find twisted pleasure in watching you cry or beg, so she's definitely edging you until your pleading with her to cum

makes you call her ma'am or mistress, and very occasionally will refer to herself as mommy

Pamela is a little bit into breathe play/choking imo. not enough to make you pass out or hurt you too badly, but definitely to the point where her hand is clamped tight around your throat as she fucks you. she'll keep her hand tight on your throat to help maneuver you as well, especially when she's trying to switch positions or force you to make eye contact

she hates when you get shy or awkward. shes splitting you open on her cock and you're looking away from her? how rude! she's pegging you hard until you apologize, murmuring in your ear and treating you almost like a child. she whispers to you about how she's seen you in even more compromising positions, so don't look away, or else she'll be forced to punish you.

definitely has a high stamina, and probably rides you for a little after pegging you just to bring you both to one more release. Pamela is very cleanly in my opinion, so she definitely prefers to shower or bathe after sex. she's very sweet w aftercare, and will massage you if you're sore.

the familiar feeling of vines wrapping around your wrists makes you shudder, nuzzling deeper into the crook of her neck. Pamela's flowery scent overwhelms your senses as her cock nudges against your prostate, yet she refuses to move. your cock, erect and needy, slaps against your tummy as you squirm.

"i need you to look at me, darling," she coo's, slender hands finding purchase on your hips. "mhm," you murmur, forcing yourself to meet her gaze. "oh? do you want me to fuck you or not?" you realize your mistake, and quickly correct yourself.

"yes, ma'am. m'sorry f'not addressing you," you murmur, and Pamela smirks. "oh, good boy. so polite~" she murmurs, rocking her hips up against yours, making you whine. "good boys deserve rewards, don't you think?"

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince:

listen, i feel like Diana is more experienced than she lets on. theres no way she's never pegged anyone before- this is Wonder Woman we're talking about.

Diana cares mostly about your comfort and pleasure, she's definitely a pleasure dom and wants to make sure you're satisfied. if you're into it, she's down to try it.

her strap is long, i'd say about 9 or maybe even more inches with a prominent tip and a few ridges. i don't think its too thick, but there's definitely enough girth where theres a bit of a stretch, especially at the base. i also think its a plain matte black, she isn't one for extravagant colors and such

very gentle, and cares a lot about prep. definitely fingers you beforehand to stretch you out, and makes sure to use a comfortable amount of lube. i also think she's the type to have you suck her off, even though she doesn't feel anything its SO attractive to see you on your knees and slobbering all over her strap. def fucks your face a little, claiming she needs to make sure her strap is all slick for entry- but really she just loves feeding into your oral fixation

Diana prefers simple missionary position when pegging you, there's something very intimate about watching your expressions and holding intense eye contact. she isn't opposed to the mating press either, and she loves how the angle allows her to fuck you deeper. she often isn't aware of her own strength and, much to your delight, tends to bully her cock deeper inside you by force of sheer will. you are undeniably going to be sore once she's done

wraps her arm beneath you to pull you up against her chest, supporting bot of your weights with just one arm so you can suck on her tits. definitely shoved her boobs into your face, and whether or not that's intentional or not it up to you

speaking of, Diana is literally soooo strong its uncanny. while she prefers the intimacy of the bed, she can definitely peg you up against the wall and hold you up without breaking a sweat. she loves how each thrust causes your hips to slam against the wall, and will force you to wrap your legs around her waist so she can reach even deeper inside you

she's very adamant about praising you, and making sure you know just how much she loves you. Diana definitely has pegged you in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, forcing you to watch her simultaneously peg you and jack you off while praising you the entire time.

"you are taking me so well, beloved, you're so strong and gorgeous... absolutely divine.."

maybe im crazy but. Diana with a breeding kink. HEAR ME OUTTTT. she knows its biologically impossible for her to impregnate you or even cum inside you, but that doesn't stop her from buying one of those straps that allows her to "cum" to satisfy those urges. and satisfy it does. the next thing you know she's fuckinv you absolutely silly, praising you for taking her so well while turning you into her own personal cumdump. its not so bad when she's cooing to you how gorgeous you look like this, and how much she wants to fill you up...

out of the three, Diana is by far the best at aftercare. she'll get you food and water before wiping you down and running you a bath, and then switching the sheets and blankets while you get in the tub before joining you. she gives wonderful massages, and praises you so much you nearly cry.

"your taking me so well, darling," Diana murmurs, pressing a kiss to your brow. you whine, your cock slapping against your tummy as she gazes down st you intently. her thrusts begin to pick up speed and your back arches, desperate to feel her even deeper. Diana slides one hand beneath your thigh, hooking it over her shoulder before repeating the motion with your other leg, until she has you folded in half and is practically splitting you in half on her strap.

the new position allows her to practically rearrange your guts as she drills into you, your gummy walls clamping down around her cock as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear. "you're such a good boy, so pretty f'me," she sighs against your skin. she very rarely slurs her words, but she's caught up in watching you unwind with each thrust. the pure ecstasy on your face is reflected in your wanton moans, and she continues to indulge you. you feel your release approaching as your cock twitches, desperate for attention.

Diana notices immediately, wrapping a hand around your base and pumping your length. "go on, darling, let go for me~" she coos, and you do, spilling onto yourself and making a mess. Diana gently fucks you through your orgasm, watching intently as you come down from your high. "you did so well dearest, i'm so proud.."

ok why did i cook with this hello⁉️ i genuinely love this so much like aaaa i need all of them in my bed asap

[writers-advocate]

beautiful mess | d.p.

description: diana wants to show you just how beautiful you are. why she admires you so

cw: light bondage, inappropriate use of the lasso of truth lol

her hands are sure in their placement. like they belong on your body. like they’ve never seen the heat of battle, only the warmth of your skin. they make you feel safe. she makes you feel safe.

“you are beautiful, my love.” her smile makes your heart flutter. or it would, if you weren’t so busy letting out muffled gasps of her name.

one arm is curled around your waist, hand splayed across your chest. the other is pressed firmly between your thighs to work two skilled fingers into your needy cunt. her knees keep your legs open despite your instinctive effort to close them and she meets your gaze through the mirror, enjoying the sight of you gagged and bound by the very thing that’s been the downfall of many an enemy.

she would have loved to hear your unfiltered babbles of pleasure, but you’re a shy thing, as you prove by breaking your gaze away from hers. that just won’t do.

“let me see you,” she murmurs with an affectionate name in a language you can’t place, let alone understand, and her hand moves up along your throat to gently take hold of your jaw and turn you back towards the floor length mirror. your gaze travels down the length of her arm to where she’s continuing to fuck you senseless, and as if to give you a show, her fingers curl expertly to press into that sweet spot inside you, causing your thighs to twitch with the stronger pleasure. her smile only grows. she loves to make you feel good.

“that’s it, love. look at you.”

that sends another wave of arousal washing over you and she huffs out a quiet laugh when more of your slick drips down her knuckles. pink spreads from your chest up to your cheeks but the next sound you let out is needy, not embarrassed. let me cum, you think.

maybe she can read your mind, or maybe she‘s just that in tune with your body, because next thing you know she’s toying with your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. your back arches off her chest with a cry and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“so perfect. and you chose me.” you nod quickly. it’s true of course but you’d say just about anything to make sure she keeps going, to make sure she doesn’t stop pressing deeper and deeper into you even though you seem to be trying to squeeze her fingers out. your hips begin moving on their own but she doesn’t mind. “i want you to watch yourself cum. watch the beautiful mess you make just for me.”

for you, you think. only you only you i’m all yours. you’d think it was the lasso’s effect stirring up your messy thoughts but this is just how it is, how she makes you feel.

she leans down to press kisses along your tense shoulder, meeting your gaze once again through her lashes. yours yours, diana- oh fuck-!

she smiles against your skin as you let out those telltale pretty moans behind the rope, continuing to work her fingers into you languidly, helping you ride your high and murmuring sweet praises into your ear. “so good for me, my dove. see? now you understand why i can never only do this once.”

you whine and your head falls back against her shoulder when she pulls her hand away, admiring the trails you left down her palm. her lips press to your cheek before she licks up the mess with a satisfied hum. “and why i’ll need to be on my knees next.”

another muffled whine while you watch her and you find yourself squirming again, sticky mess dripping down your skin to hers. it’s going to be a long night.

a/n: wifey needs some love <3

[dc-marvel-life]

Works Every Time

Pairing: Captain Marvel x Wonder Woman x reader 

Request: I saw that your requests are open! If you wouldn’t mind could you please do a crossover fic where Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman are soulmates and found each other on a mission but they know they have a 3rd mate. When they go on a mission at a Hydra base they find female reader who had been experimented on since she was young so they have to teach her all about soulmates and Diana and Carol are super over-protective but also giant teddy-bears for reader? - by anon 

Word Count: 1502

– – – 

You have lived in the same confined space for as long as you can remember. You know nothing about the outside world but what you have heard from the scientist experimenting on you. You never understood why they took you and experimented on you as a child. All you knew was that your blood was extraordinary, and they had to take a lot of it every morning.

Today was like no other for you. You get woken up by the giant fluorescent lights that wake you up simultaneously every day. Then your food is given to you through the slot on the door. It was enough food to keep you alive. You never thought it was because you were a pretty small, weak person, even after all the blood they take from you daily. 

After you finish your breakfast, you put the tray back in the slot to let them know you are ready. 

“165, step away from the door and put your hands up,” the guard says from the other side of the door. You step away from the door and put your hands up like normal. You never know why they had to do this because you were too weak to fight back. By the off chance of you fighting back and getting out of here, you didn’t know where to go. This place was home to you, and you couldn’t leave home. The only thing you ever wanted to do was go outside and feel the sun on your face. The way the scientist talks about the sun excites you, even if they complain about it sometimes. It sounded better than the fluorescent lights that hit your skin every day.  

The guard opens the door and steps through but stops when an alarm goes off. The alarm was so loud and foreign to you that you had to cover your ears and shut your eyes. After what felt like centuries, the alarm stops going off. You remove your hands and slowly open your eyes to see that your door is open with no guards. 

“This is my chance. This is my chance to leave this place,” you say to yourself and try to get up but cannot. Fear took over and made you unable to move. You wanted to leave here so bad, but your body was in shock and couldn’t move, and you started to cry. 

You started to hear noises coming down the hallway. You ignore it because the guards are probably coming by to check to see if you left. They would see you in the same spot and laugh at you about how pathetic you are.

“Shhh, don’t you hear that,” an unknown voice says down the hallway, which makes you stop crying for a second.

“I don’t hear anything, babe; let's go and finish clearing the building so we can go back and cuddle,” a second unknown voice says. You stay quiet in order to hear the beautiful voices again.

“I do too, but I swear I heard someone crying. I am going to look around some more,” the first unknown voice says and walks closer to your cell. The footsteps come closer and closer to your cell until the most beautiful two women you have ever seen come to your door. 

“See, I told you I heard something,” the taller brunette women with a sword and shield say, walking closer to you. You cringe a little because you aren’t a huge fan of weapons.

“Hey, I am not going to hurt you,” the brunette puts her hands up and slowly drops her weapons on the floor. 

“See, we are good here and are just trying to help. My name is Diana, and this is one of my soulmates, Carol. What is your name? ” Diana says, then points to Carol, who is right behind her.

“Soulmate?” you question either than answer her question. 

“Yes, soulmate. Everybody has at least one soulmate in the world. A soulmate is a person that is supposed to connect with your mind and body. They make you feel whole and complete and will love you unconditionally. I am surprised that you never heard of them before,” Diana says, walking slowly toward you and lowering to your level.

“How you can tell your soulmate is by the marks on your arm,” Carol shows off her soulmate marks that are on her arm, then Diana, that match each other. You look carefully at the two marks.

“I know ours is a little different because we have a third soulmate. We are still looking for her, though,” Carol says with a saddened face. You look at the pair with saddened faces because they haven’t found the third soulmate they have been looking for for years.

Even though you just met them, you wanted to make them feel better. You roll up your sleeve to show them the same mark that you had on your arm. 

“If it makes you guys feel any better, I have the same mark,” you show them your mark. They look at your mark closely with wide eyes and start to come closer to you. 

“Can we take a closer look, sweetie?” Diana says in a soft tone, and you nod. They both approach you slowly and calmly to look at your mark.

“Do you know what this means?” Carol says with watery eyes, and you shake your head.

“No, I have never heard of soulmates until now,” you say, ashamed. 

Don’t worry, sweetie, we will teach you everything that you need to know” Diana and Carol smile at you, which makes you know that you are going to be safe with them. 

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 

It has been a few months since your soulmates found you in that hole at Hydra. They help you experience the world that you never thought you would. You learned a lot about soulmates the first day they brought you back. They didn’t do anything with you because they wanted to ensure you were comfortable with them before anything happened. 

They gave you the shared king bed in their apartment while they slept on the floor and couch. You felt so bad, but they insisted on it. Eventually, they moved to the bed with you, which you love. They put you in the middle of the bed while cuddling you tight to ensure you don’t leave. 

You meant both teams that they are on, and everyone loves you. They even help you train to become stronger.

Now you are training with Natasha and Dinah, working on hand-to-hand combat. 

“You have to keep your hands up at all times to protect your face” Dinah moves your hands to the side of your head in a defense stance. You sigh out of exhaustion because you have been training with Black Widow and Black Canary for about two hours. You want to go back to your apartment and cuddle with your girlfriends. 

“Good, just like that because if I swing at you,” Natasha comes at you with a right hook, not hard enough to hurt you, that you block, “ you are protected. Now, if your hands are down,” zone out of the conversation because you heard your girlfriends come into the training room. You turn your head excited to see them, forgetting that Natasha is demonstrating what not to do during a fight. 

The next thing you know, Natasha punches you in the face. Luckily she didn’t put her full force behind it because you would have been knocked out. You turn back to Natasha and see her shocked face. 

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you! This is why you need to put your hands up,” Natasha turns to look at your girlfriends. 

“I swear I didn’t mean to hit her. I was showing her why she needed to put her hands up. I didn’t think that she would actually not pay attention,” Natasha says, but it was too late. Carol and Diana were already chasing her around the training room.

“Can you please tell your girlfriends to not kill my girlfriend?” Dinah says to you.

“Yeah, sorry. This happens whenever they think I am being threaten. I am impressed because this is the longest they have chased someone. Normally they would have caught the person by now” You and Dinah laugh together.

“Yeah, that’s my badass girlfriend” Dinah admires Natasha’s ass that is being chased.

“Babes! Babes stop! She didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was showing me. I was too busy admiring two angels walking in,” You say, then Diana and Carol stop dead in their tracks, awwing at you.

“Works every time,” you whisper to Dinah, smirking. 

“Now, can we go home so I can cuddle with you two?” You say to your girlfriends, pouting.

“Of course, sweetie,” Diana says while she and Carol walk over to you.

“I call being the middle spoon,” you say, jumping in place and feeling kiss each side of your cheek.

Masterlist

[chaosstude]

Only a god can kill another god (Part 2)

↠Diana Prince x Goddess Reader [18+] Violence and fighting ↠Part 1

“sometimes you separate at the wrong time to meet at the right time” Rohit Totlani Diana's heart pounded as she held your lifeless body in her arms. She couldn't believe you were gone. It was as if the world had stopped turning and time had frozen still. But even in that moment of despair, Diana knew that she had to do something. She couldn't just sit there and let you slip away from her forever. With tears streaming down her face, Diana gently laid your body on the ground and began to search for any signs of life. She checked your pulse, your breathing, and anything else she could think of that might indicate that you were still alive. But despite her best efforts, there was nothing. No pulse, no breath, no sign of life. 

Diana let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony, a primal scream that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. She screamed her grief and sorrow, her pain and despair, her fear and helplessness, all of it pouring out of her in a wave of anguish. Soon tears streamed down her face as she held you in her arms, her body shaking with sobs as she cradled your face in her hands. 

 She had lost you, and she blamed herself entirely.

___ Diana was looking down at the casket that was slowly getting on the ground to be buried. She stayed quiet the whole ceremony and only talked when her speech about you came. It hurt her deeply she had felt this pain before with Steve but this time the cut feels deeper she lost a huge part of her, she felt lost and blamed it all to her obliviousness to realize that she fought you..her love…for all this months and you had said nothing.

Gods the bruises you had on your body the last few months was of her own hand..of the fights. That realization broke her more she felt as everything was spinning. She bit the inside of her cheek holding back her screams of fury and anguish, she wanted you back in her arms. ___

She had tried her best to move on, to find some semblance of solace in her life after losing you. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and gradually, the weight of her grief began to lessen. She took hesitant steps forward, attempting to rebuild her shattered world. However, deep within her, a flicker of hope remained, a desperate longing for a sign that you might still exist in some way. Diana woke up startled by nightmares of your blood on her hands, consuming her. Unconsciously, her hand reached out to your side of the bed, hoping to find your hand. To her dismay, she was met with cold sheets she had grown to despise over time. She got out of bed and began her morning routine, unable to go back to sleep without the image of your pained face covered in blood haunting her. Slowly, she walked to the kitchen, looking from the doorway as she always used to do every morning. A smile graced her face as she saw your figure swaying your hips to the beat of the music. But as she was brought back to reality, she found the kitchen empty. She looked with sorrow, just as she has been doing for the last three months without you. A heavy sigh left her lips as she entered the kitchen and prepared her own breakfast. Lost in her thoughts, Diana made two plates of omelets, one for herself and one for you. She turned around, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Right," she said quietly, looking at the empty table. She places both plates down, takes a seat, and starts eating her own breakfast. She looks at the empty seat in front of her before retrieving her laptop from her bag, which was hanging nearby, and opens it.

She searched through her emails, checking for anything new about her work, but she found nothing. Only an invitation to Metropolis of Lex Luthor, who was hosting a gala with his new collaborator. Her name was unknown, as it was stated that it would be revealed at the party. However, something about the woman's signature at the bottom right caught Diana's attention. She would recognize that handwriting anywhere - from the little notes sneakily that would be placed in her bag to read at work, so Diana would have something of you every day.

Determined to confirm if this information was true, Diana gritted her teeth and clenched her fists before quickly getting up. If there was any wisp of hope left that you might still be alive, she needed to confirm it.

[smalls-words]

Wounds of the Skin Often Reflect the Heart

no major new writing but I can at least type properly now! I do however have a little blurb for you all :)

Working at the Hall of Justice was more of a fun time than others thought. Your family, Kara and Kal-El, were there, with their large ‘S’ suits adorned on their bodies whilst you were a… helper of sorts. Sometimes you helped Alfred and Bruce with tech, other times you helped test something for Barry or make notes as he ran tests. You’d even talked to the Green Lanterns, who behind your back, thought you were incredibly worthy of a ring. 

However, the person who you least talked to was Diana. 

That very Amazon knocked on your office door as you worked through a report for Barry, coming up to lean against your desk. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hello.” You replied, writing steadily.

“How are you?” She asked.

“Good. You?” 

“I’m… good…” She said awkwardly. “Listen, I was hoping to get to know you better. What interests do you have?” 

“I enjoy music, sports, video games, and hanging with my family, amongst other things.” You answered easily. 

“That’s quite a variety.” She commented, following you after you stood up from your position and started to walk to Barry’s lab. 

“I quite enjoy music and sports too. What is your favourite of both?” 

As you answered, she seemed to notice how off you were acting. You seemed robotic, almost lifeless. She stopped flying above and landed in front of you, concerned. “Are you okay?” 

“Just fine.” You replied before you walked around her. 

Diana was not happy with that answer. She caught up, trying to stop you again. “Y/N, seriously. You don’t seem alright. It’s like you have this… aura coming off of you.” 

“Oh. Sorry.” You said shortly, and just like that, Diana felt the aura disappear. 

“How…?” She muttered to herself as she watched you walk around her again, though she didn’t chase this time.

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“Please do not take this the wrong way, Y/N but you do not look long for this world.”

Diana leaned over you, her face a mask of worry and concern. For as long as she’d known you, you’d been a [blank] of vitality with a clean bill of health. And now some human ailment had reduced you to a pale, weak, feverish version of your former self. To say she was worried would have been an understatement.

You blinked bloodshot and blurry eyes at her. At first, thinking her appearance in your bedroom a happy hallucination. And then she laid that back of her hand against your brow. Her skin was cool and inviting. A soothing balm to the three-digit fever holding your body in it’s grip. You grinned. “You can say whatever you want as long as you keep your hand where it is.”

Diana shook her head but did as you asked until the fevered heat burned away the blissful cool. Diana switched hands. “You should have called someone, Y/N. A doctor…a friend.”

You waved off her concerns. “I’ll be fine,” you said. “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself…I’ve been doing it forever. And anyway it’s only the flu. We humans get it all the time.”

“I know. I left my home and joined your human societies at the height of the influenza epidemic of 1918.”

You blinked. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

Diana shook her head. And when your fevered brow swallowed up the cool, she moved about the room, picking up dirty dishes and emptying the overflowing trash can at your bedside.

You frowned at her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you. I’ll be back with medicine and a cold compress,” she promised over her shoulder.

You didn’t know how to feel. Being taken care of, and looked after, was a luxury you’d never been rich enough to afford. Both in love and friendships as well as actual funds. It felt…strange. And a little burdensome.

Almost as quickly as she’d gone, Diana returned with more than she promised. In only a few moments she returned with a tray holding medicine, the compress, a thermometer, a steaming bowl of leftover soup from the fridge, and a tall glass of orange juice. She sat the tray down, told you to sit up, and started fluffing your pillows. All the while you were silent.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N.”

Your face heated. “I-I didn’t say—“

“You didn’t have to. I know you, my friend. I know your life has been hard. Just as I know that you feel as if asking for basic care and attention makes you feel as if you’re asking too much. You’re not.” Diana took you by the shoulders and laid you back against the pillows. “Let me do this for you.”

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[chloe-skywalker]

Worried - Wonder Woman/ Diana Prince

Diana x fem!daughter reader

Warnings: anxiety? 

Word count: 313

Requested: Hey can you do a Diana Prince with daughter who has ADHD and/or Anxiety? Thank you - @Anon

Authors Note: I could’ve wrote the anxiety more detailed but I have bad anxiety I have all my life, and its recently gotten better so I didn’t want to bring anything up inside myself since its just started to lessen. Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it.

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“Hey” Diaina spoke knocking on her daughter's bedroom door. Once she looked up Diana continued. “Is everything okay?”

“Hmmm hmm” Y/n hummed

“You’ve been in here all night. Dinner is almost ready.” Diana told her trying to get anything out of her daughter. But all y/n did was nod in acknowledgment as she bounced her leg and tapped her pencil on her leg.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” Diana asked entering the room fully and going to sit on the bed, across from Y/n.

“Are they gonna like me?” Y/n asked not looking her mom in the eyes. Ever since the idea of meeting her mothers superhero friends/coworkers her anxiety had been at an all time high. She felt jittery, crying out of the blue and being frustrated about that. There were more but she didn’t want to think about it all again.

Diana’s features softened understanding now. So she scooted closer, lifting Y/n’s chin up. “They're gonna love you.”

“But how do you know that?” Y/n countered looking into her mom's eyes.

“Because they're my friends, and they really want to meet my darling daughter.” Diana stated softly as she ran her hand through Y/n’s hair affectionately.

“But why? Why do they want to meet me?” This question had been running through her head for the past week. She wasn’t anything special, why would they even care about her?

“Because they know how much I love and care about you. They want to meet the love of my life. My own princess.” Y/n is Diana’s world and her friends knew that.

“But what if they don’t like me?” As comforting as her mom’s reassurance was, she needed more.

“They’re gonna love you.” Diana reasoned, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You promise?” y/n hugged her back just as tight, enjoying the embrace.

“I promise.”

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[angelltheninth]

Angstober Day 5 - The DC Trinity Blame Themselves when You Get Hurt

Pairing: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince x Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, getting hurt, being in danger, self-blame, comfort, human!Reader

Angstober Day 5: Do Better

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: Binged MAWS and I can't stop thinking about various DC heroes.

CLARK

As one of the strongest, fastest people on the planet he can't help but question what good is any of that if he can't protect the one he loves. He spends time alone high above Earth, almost curled up into his cape, beating himself up over not being there for you when you needed him. When he comes home he doesn't let you move him towards the bed before he apologizes. He wasn't the one who caused your pain but he was supposed to prevent it.

BRUCE

For as much money and influence he has both as his superhero self and his public persona he can still mess up so badly when it really counts. Because of this he's even more closed off than usual even if you're wanting to spend time with him. The thing is that right now he doesn't feel like he deserves the love you're showing him, he knows he can and should do better. Be patient with him and he will show you the best version of himself that he can.

DIANA

It's funny how she is supposed to be the one fixing humankind's problems and how good she is at that, yet she can't seem to do the same for you. When you needed her most she failed, she was just a bit too late and now you're in bed hurting. So much for her being some savior or a hero, she was supposed to be those things to you most of all. Yet she doesn't want to give up, you didn't give up on her so she won't either, she'll do her best for you.

[alienguts]

Hidden Talents (Diana Prince x f!Reader)

Summary: Y/N finds out that Diana is good at a lot more things than she originally thought.

Warnings: Fluff, food, eating, just cuteness

Request?: No

A/N: I'm nearing the end of my to-do list so I figured it was time to write a Diana one-shot before opening requests back up again.

Y/N had been in a bad mood all day. Her boss had been a pain in the ass, her coworkers did nothing but dump their problems on her, and she just wanted to go home. But even the commute there had taken the last of her energy.

When she finally got home, Y/N took her shoes and coat off at the door and shuffled into the living room where she collapsed onto the sofa. She’d just closed her eyes when she heard gentle footsteps approach her. Her eyes stayed closed as a hand stroked her forehead and moved down to her shoulder.

“Are you feeling alright, my love?” Diana asked her. Y/N simply grunted in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“I feel like garbage, Di,” Y/N whined. “I just want to eat dinner and go to bed.”

“I could make dinner,” Diana offered. “What would you like?”

“Wait a minute,” Y/N said as she sat up. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

Diana smiled warmly and stood up before taking Y/N’s hands and leading her to the kitchen.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, darling.”

By the time Y/N had vented about her trash pile of a day, Diana had finished cooking for the two of them. She’d made a pretty simple dish - spaghetti with a rich tomato sauce dusted with parmesan cheese - but knew that Y/N needed something comforting to soothe her, not haute cuisine.

Y/N didn’t bother to wait for her food to cool down before twirling the spaghetti around her fork and shoving it in her mouth. The first bite was heavenly.

“Oh my God, this is so good,” she said after swallowing. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I’ve travelled all over the world,” Diana said as she dug into her own plate. “I’m sure I told you before. I learned this particular dish in Naples.”

“Naples?” Y/N said in disbelief. “You really have been everywhere.”

“I’ve had the luxury of time, my dear,” Diana said with a smile.

“What else can you make?”

“French, of course. I had a great teacher in India, and English food.”

“Is English food as bad as they say?”

“It’s not my favourite, but it’s not awful,” Diana said after sucking a strand of pasta into her mouth. “I wouldn’t say there are any countries that have ‘bad’ food, just different.”

“What’s the food like on Themyscira?” Y/N asked, her plate now clean. “Maybe you could make some sometime.”

“It’s quite similar to Greek food, or Northern African,” Diana said. “Lots of seasoning, very flavourful.”

“If you didn’t have so many responsibilities you could have opened a restaurant,” Y/N said as she stood up from the table and put her dinnerware in the sink. “It would be a lot more fun than looking at statues all day.”

“I do more than just look at statues, darling. Preserving historical items for future generations is important.”

“So is feeding people.”

Diana finished her meal and helped Y/N with the dishes before they both retired to the couch. Y/N rested her head on Diana’s chest and listened to her heartbeat while the TV played on a low volume in the background.

“I wonder what else you can do that you’ve never told me about,” Y/N said, sleep starting to take over.

“I have a lot of hidden talents, my love,” Diana said. “I’m sure you’ll find out about them soon.”

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Y/N: baby?

Diana: mmm?

Y/N: if your lasso compels you to tell the truth, what if you don’t know the truth?

Diana kisses Y/N on the cheek…

Diana: go back to bed my love.

Y/N snuggles into Diana’s arms…

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

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“Mother, a word?” You gently requested her audience as Diana read through a recently recommended novel. She looked up at you and shut her bookmark between the pages, focusing her attention on you. “I am…well, I’m bisexual, Mother.” You stared at her expression carefully, each waiting for one to speak next. After the long pause, she smiled.

“Is that all?” Diana responded and you carefully nodded. “That’s wonderful, y/n. I’m glad you’ve been able to discover this about yourself.” She set her book on the table to the side and rose from her chair, opening her arms for a hug. “I hope your nerves are from excitement and not fear, darling. You know I will always accept you for who you are.” You wrapped your arms around her and fought tears of relief.

“I know.” You mumbled. “You’re the best.”

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"Twinkies and cotton candy is not dinner!" w/ Diana Prince

Anon: omg can you write "Twinkies and cotton candy is not dinner!" w/ Diana Prince please?

Pairings; Diana Prince x Reader 

Featuring; Diana Prince, Y/n [Reader]

Summary; Diana thinks cotton candy and twinkies are dinner.

Warnings; fluff, errors I missed, and Grammarly missed.

w/c; 338

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms, however, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

A sigh left your mouth as you entered your apartment. Locking the door behind you. you were holding a bag of takeout that you got after finishing work.

You walked into the joined living room and kitchen.

Your eyebrows arched as you saw Diana eating already, noticing she was eating twinkies and cotton candy, what an odd combination.

Diana looked up. A piece of cotton candy floss flew out of her mouth.

“Hey, your home, I made dinner,” She spoke. Gesturing towards the cotton candy and twinkies. Eyes beaming with excitement.

"Twinkies and cotton candy is not dinner!" You spoke. Walking closer to her. You put the takeout bag on the table. Her smile dropped. A look of sadness in her eyes. You felt bad, so you quickly spoke again.

“But it is dessert, and a treat, some people have dessert before dinner,” You spoke. Making her eyes light up again. A smile graced her lips.

“Cotton candy and twinkies taste so good,” She spoke. She took a piece of cotton candy off, handing it over to you.

You gratefully took it from her, opening your mouth and placing the cotton candy in your mouth. Swallowing it.

“Heaven right,” She spoke. Smiling at you.

“Yeah,” You spoke. Making her let out a giggle. You looked at her in awe, as she took a piece of cotton candy and twinkies, opened her mouth, and placed the combo of food in her mouth.

She grabbed another piece of cotton candy and twinkies handing it to you.

“Try it,” She encouraged you. you took the piece of cotton candy and twinkies from her. Opening your mouth and placing the combo of cotton candy and twinkies in your mouth, swallowing it. She looked at you intently. Watching your reaction. It wasn’t bad, would you have it all the time, no.

You smiled at her.

“It’s not bad,” You spoke.

She smiled happily at you. eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I am so happy, you like it,” She spoke. Making you smile at her…

[five-bi-five-mind]

Series:

Maybe This Time  

[writers-advocate]

diana prince

sun ♡

✰ reader wakes up before diana for once and admires their beautiful warrior

beautiful mess ♡

✰ diana wants to show you just how beautiful you are. why she admires you so