Hii, could you do some headcanons of dating absolute wonder woman and zatanna, thank you and have a great day.
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absolute wonder woman/zatanna zatara x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, headcannons, separated sections for each, small spoilers for absolute wonderwoman, headcannon that zatanna (as of rn with the issues) can only speak backwards, implied suggestive content
જ⁀➴ . . . yes of course! Thank you for requesting!
WONDER WOMAN
Unbelievably sweet, because that's just how Diana is
A woman that'll show you true compassion and love. Her gentle hands always there to comfort you
She's true to herself due to you accepting every part of her. Helping her learn the Amazonian that's deep inside her.
Freely practices her magic on you, living true with love as Aphrodite would like. The gods celebrating a union like you and her.
Sweet petnames; my love, my dear, my angel. Her darling little lunar cresent.
Warmth of her skin that'll never desert you; cuddles are a must. Touches always against yours and hers. Never so far apart, even if so, once back near each other it'll be hard to pull away
Still soft and warmth when your connected in bed. No matter where or the environment it's like an illness love, passion follows
Kisses of complete love. Every area of the body. To every scar. For every missing limb. Serving body on a complete platter for your darling Princess so that she can conduct her mission
She gives herself to you in complete and utter devotion. Protecting you at every cost, like all the others. Kissing your forehead everytime she leaves for a mission.
The earth breathes lovingly everytime you and Diana rejoice in the love. No matter if certain gods want that opposite.
Even if a world made only for chaos wants the destruction of such love
ZATANNA ZATARA
From days of being imprisoned to being loved by someone; it felt jarring
Only being able speak in backwards made it impossible to speak to others
So it was quite the surprise when you wanted her. All the of her despite her early actions
Zatanna, she's almost hesitant. No completely shy with her actions. Away from people since forever
Suddenly her words, compliments have begun to be direct as she's gotten more comfortable with you. Always smirking when you deciphered what she just said to you
Like that certain meme; My Hot Goth Witch Wife and Doing whatever she wants is the apitmity of your relationship.
Zatanna is happy when you accept her fully. Her entire being, magic enveloping you like a soft hug despite her demeanor on the outside.
Intended plan of Zatanna's downfall into the darkness didn't happen. You happened to her, pulling her to a place of good
Giving her the opportunity to find her father, to be a hero to change this world of only chaos
Like that of the Amazonian Goddessyou fight with the world is led off balance due to Zatanna's change. A certain woman of high status is at risk
Considering Zatanna's past experiences, with the woman who kept her captive will no doubt come after all that she loves; including you
And by any God's order, against every limit Zatanna will use her magic to keep you close
Possibly even rewriting the universe to keep you with her forever
fwb!diana of themyscira getting sentimental after you got injured ˚.✦
She would've spend a few more minutes scolding Green Lantern about to telling her earlier if she didn't want to see you that bad. It was Hal who told her about your leg injure in a battle almost a full day after you got to the infirmary.
Diana sprinted through the halls, going past people who asked about her own wound in the cheek, but who cares if you are injured in a bed, probably? Fuck, she doesn't even know if you are conscious.
She almost slams the door open, seeing you with your leg up, wrapped in white and you just resting on the bed.
"Oh, Di." You smile weakly at her, with your eyes closed. You turn your head toward her, revealing a bruise in your neck.
She crosses the room in three long strides, armor still on, blood still drying on her gauntlets. The door swings shut behind her with a soft pneumatic hiss.
“You idiot,” she whispers, but the words crack like dry clay.
Your eyes finally open properly and that weak smile tries to come back. “Hey. Told Hal not to make a big deal out of it.”
“He didn’t.” Diana’s voice is low, dangerous in its quiet. “He mentioned it like he was telling me the weather. Twenty-three hours late.”
She reaches the side of the bed. One hand hovers over your cheek like she’s afraid touching you will make the damage worse. The other curls into a fist at her side until the leather creaks.
You let out a small laugh that turns into a wince when it pulls at your throat. “You’re bleeding on your face, princess.”
“I don’t care.” Her fingers finally settle, feather-light, along the unmarked side of your jaw. Her thumb brushes once, twice, like she’s memorizing that this part of you is still whole.
“I care about this.” The thumb moves down, traces the edge of the bruise without pressing. Her eyes are bright, too bright. “I care about the fact that you’ve been lying here alone since yesterday and I was on the other side of the planet playing politics with people who wouldn’t know honor if it bit them.”
“Di—”
“No.” Her voice drops to something raw and trembling that very few people on Earth have ever heard from her. “You don’t get to ‘Di’ me right now.”
She swallows hard. A single tear escapes and lands on your collarbone before she can stop it.
“I thought—” Her breath hitches. “When Hal said your leg—I thought that was it. I thought the next time I saw you it would be a sheet pulled up without giving me the opportunity to treat you like you deserve.” Her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your skull like you might vanish if she lets go.
You lift your uninjured hand and cover hers where it rests against your cheek. “I’m still here.”
“Barely,” she snaps, but there’s no heat in it. She turns her face into your palm and presses a kiss there. “You are not allowed to do this again. You hear me? Next time you’re injured you call me. You scream for me through the comms. You make them drag me off the battlefield if you have to. I don’t care who’s watching.”
A beat of silence. Then, softer, almost broken:
“I’m not strong enough to lose you.”
Your thumb strokes once along her cheekbone, catching the tear track. “You won’t.”
She doesn’t believe you, but she wants to so badly it hurts worse than the cut on her own face. So she kisses you instead. Not fierce, not hungry like usual. A kiss that tastes like iron and the kind of relief that makes your chest ache. When she pulls back her eyes are wet again, but she doesn’t try to hide it this time.
“Move over,” she murmurs.
You huff a laugh. “There’s barely room for me.”
“Then make room.” She’s already kicking off her boots, already reaching for the buckles of her bracers. “I’m not leaving you alone tonight. Not again.”
And for once you don’t argue.
You just shift until there’s enough space for an Amazon who refuses to be anywhere but pressed against you, one arm draped protectively across your chest, her cheek tucked against your shoulder, listening to your heartbeat like it’s the only thing keeping hers steady.
Pairing: Wonder Woman (Diana of Themyscira) x GN!Reader
Summary: Headcanons of what it would be like the first time you and Diana sleep together
she would be so gentle and ask you if you're okay multiple times
no matter your power set or if you even have any, she's worried about hurting you and really holds back her strength
she'd start slow softly kissing all over your body as she removed your clothes
Diana would help you take off her armor (it's more complicated to remove than it looks)
when you're both naked she'd kiss you again, letting her hands roam all over your body
she'd let you feel her too, if you were to shy or scared, she'd grab your hands and guide you to touch her
she'd show you how to touch her because she knows what she likes and is not afraid to teach you how to please her
she'd take her time getting to know your body, finding your most sensitive spots and what movements by her brings you the most pleasure
she'd use her mouth on you first, letting you tangle your hands in her long hair, but she would not let you hump up into her mouth, she'd grab your hips and force them to be still so she can set the pace until she makes you cum
Diana would have you reciprocate, lowering herself slowly onto your face
she'd give soft instructions, telling you exactly how to mouth your lips and tongue to please her
once you make her cum, she'll ask if you can keep going or if you're tired, of course you're not going to pass up the chance to keep going
she'd fuck you so softly at first, but if you ask she'll go harder and faster
after some reassurance that you're fine and can take her, she'll really start fucking you like she means it
Diana would still carefully listen to your sounds and watch your face for any winces of pain
she'd hold her own orgasm back, no matter how good you feel, waiting for you to be close so you can cum together
after you both cum, she'll lie beside you, holding you in her arms and telling you how good you did
if you want to go again she's happy and very ready to, but if not, she'll makes plan to improve your stamina so you can keep up with her
☼ when they have a crush on you [the sand siblings] ☼
gn! reader.
NOT PROOFREAD!!
warnings: 1 curse word.
a/n: maybe I’m a gaara simp. mind your business🤨
gaara
he does not know how to exist around you
becuz hes so used to feeling constant hatred towards almost everyone in his presence it really does catch him off guard when he starts to take a liking to you
you make him nervous!!
and you make his heart race!!!
and you make him feel all tingly on the inside!!!!
like you could just smile at him and his face world turn the same color as his hair😭😭
gaara really doesn’t know how to be near you without blushing or stuttering or just gapping at you like a fish out of water
sooooo he’s definitely the type to admire you from afar
he just can’t help it‼️
the way your eyes light up when every u talk to your friends and the way you smile and laugh with them is just so mesmerizing
seeing you so happy makes him feel all warm on the inside
he’s definitely not getting over this crush anytime soon🙃
temari
she just doesn’t know how to let u be😭😭
she’s always trying to protect u from something
or save u from tripping out in the sidewalk
and as cute as u think it is u try to tell her that it really isn’t necessary
but she just wouldn’t know what to with herself if something happened to u and she could’ve easily stopped it
she just loves you so much—
oop🫢. yeah it’s not even a crush anymore
she’s just in love.
kankuro
to other ppl he’s stand off-ish and arrogant
a bit of an asshole tbh
but with you he’s extremely flirty and actually pretty nice
he’s always throwing pick up lines at you and offering to train with u
he even offers to buy u ur favorite snack after a long day ☺️
he honestly just puts up this whole confident flirty facade to hide the fact that u actually make his heart beat out of his chest everytime he sees u🤭
it’s so out of character for him that you kinda think he’s just pulling a huge prank on you😭
but u enjoy him doing it anyways becuz u most definitely have a crush on him too.
˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ desc; pining, yearning. small moments that fit in. the dc version of this
˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ pairing; multi
˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ mlist; !!!!!
quiet moments stolen away, not in dark corners but instead between the busier moments of the everyday. the ticking of the clock and the sands of time do not stop, they can never stop; but what is time if not an unstoppable force? what are stolen moments- spent aching, liquified, transcending- if not the companion immovable object?
moments spent breathing in the same air between exhales, skin slick under tender touches; being loved quietly, intimately, faithfully in those stolen and oh so precious moments. it is divine intervention and sacrilege, blood and gold and nourishment.
it is, simply, quiet stolen moments that amount to everything.
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bruce wayne. diana prince (absolute univ specifically imo, but could find generally). donna troy. talia al ghul. jason todd. harvey dent (god i love that man). jean paul valley. wally west. clark kent. richard grayson. tim drake.
eyes that follow you, that linger and pierce through any amount of space; an intensity that rolls over you like a crashing wave, then drags you out to see with briny fingers hooked into your flesh. a heavy presence, one that demands to be felt. eyes that burn, that pool molten metal and encase your heart and mind and body.
eyes that convey words unsaid, touches that ghost over your consciousness and burrow into your flesh with a parasitic intensity; feeding on the aftermath of your own want, your own need and yearning.
you will know, will always know the feeling of those eyes.
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richard grayson (hear me out on this one please). bruce wayne (i THOROUGHLY subscribe to this). kate kane. harvey dent. barbara gordon (this seems right?). koriand’r. kyle rayner (cause he’s an artist.. idk fits???). selina kyle.
hands that are gentle when they touch you. hands that are used to being forceful- that are used to hurt and take and inflict injury and suffering- falling gently upon your skin, every touch a caress like hands upon fine spun silk.
the hight of reverence, of being cherished because to them love is gentle when everything else is not; they love deeply, a bottomless well that ever overflows. do not mistake this softness for the weight it holds, or its endurance; heavy is the mind of the poet who pens the sonnet of a slaughter.
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damian wayne (esp w the direction he’s in as a doctor, now). diana prince (let me cook please i beg). cassandra cain (!!!!!!). roy harper. donna troy. richard grayson.
notes; hi! still trying to maybe get into the swing of things but, this is going to b a scheduled post idk how that’s gonna go gang :’) neways!! as we speak, i am currently unemployed & binging movies i have been too burnt out and employed to even attempt to watch the past three years & also further building up my music playlists >:3 job market is ahh ts starting to feel like a humiliation ritual
Could we please get relationship/dating headcanons for Emma Frost, Psylocke, and Storm? Thank you!
Yes, you can! :]
Relationship Headcanons
Emma Frost
Living in the midst of falsehoods and carefully maintained appearances, Emma would, ironically enough, be drawn to someone genuine. Regardless of whether you are socially confident or not, being true to yourself would undoubtedly catch her attention. Perhaps your fashion choices are unusual, or perhaps you are unafraid to speak your mind. Either way, reading your thoughts is far from necessary. You may have trouble with it or not, but someone who always makes an effort to be honest is quite the intriguing find.
As soon as she gains an interest in you, Emma grows relentless with her flirting. Her presence overwhelms each room she steps into, flowing in like a winter storm through an open door. Now she intends on conquering your space- both in the corporeal plane and in your mind. You and her would look great together, wouldn't you agree? Why waste any time, she'll ask you to make things official over a pleasant dinner.
She would not take rejection well, used to always getting her way. At first she would take it as shyness, being intimidated by her or playing hard to get. You don't know what you're missing, darling, it's your loss. However, in spite of her apparent coldness and icy tone, she's trying to keep something tough within from shattering. Having one's heart thawed out only for it to freeze over again is far more difficult to recover from than a simple, surface level scratch.
Accepting her confession earns you a knowing, delighted smirk. She leans closer like a cool breeze, moving slow as she tilts your chin with her index finger, running her thumb down your lips. By the time her manicured blue nail has passed your bottom lip, she has leaned in close enough. Closing the gap, she drinks in whichever type of reaction you give. When she pulls away she has without a doubt put you in a trance, and if her devilish wink is anything to go off of, she intends on keeping you there.
Far from shy, she makes a point of trying to fluster you at every opportunity. Hand on your waist at a gala, a whisper brushing past your ear, carefully placed touches- she has it all nailed down. Flustering her via seduction is impossible. This is her game you are playing, dear. If a blush is what you want out of her, however, your best bet is to give a genuine compliment with no sexual charge whatsoever.
Give her a honest smile as you softly praise her devotion to her goals, her hard-working personality or another part of her soul that seldom earns attention. Even the White Queen herself will have to give a deep chuckle that borders on bashful. As you become more and more precious to her, she clears out more time from her schedule for dates. Each day is filled to the brim with glamour, even your time alone together, as Emma Frost only accepts the best.
However, even with her efforts, Emma remains a busy woman. She is in a high position of authority and therefore has all the responsibilities tied to such a role. In an attempt to make up for lost time, she ensures you are invited to as many of her galas as possible. Although such events may be intimidating, she insists you stay by her side. It is a wonderful opportunity to show you off to the world, no?
Emma has had many lovers in the past, thus there is plenty of not so subtle debate about whether this relationship will last or not. Gossip spreads so easily that it can be difficult to handle. If you are someone of high status, the first assumption is that this will only last as long as you have relevant political significance. If you are no one relevant, the speculations get even more bizarre and outlandish as the public tries to figure out what exactly someone like Emma sees in you. Used to maneuvering through these circles, she is quick to shoot down any nonsensical rumors, so you don't have to worry your pretty head over it.
She has her schedule in a chokehold, so she's always aware of any important events or dates coming up. Usually she takes care of everything, making reservations and taking you places she wishes to go to. She's the one with the most power and wealth in the relationship, so it may be tough to get your voice heard at times. It can be difficult to say no to her, and normally she truly never does back down. However, relationships cannot function if they solely lean onto the whims of one party.
Although it was your honest personality that initially attracted her to you, she can tell even you get worn down sometimes. Before things reach any sort of boiling point, she can sense when it's time to take a strategical step back. Lucky you, the only one capable of making the White Queen melt- just this once, you may claim victory. Still, she much prefers it when you work together as the power couple you always should be. Arguments are rare and even when they happen, you talk your issues through calmly. At the end of the day she loves you, and wishes to keep you around- if setting aside her pride now and again is what that will take, perhaps she can make an exception or two.
Psylocke
Living an existence filled with violence and blood, kindness tends to take her by surprise. Her composure is great, near impossible to shatter. Built to hunt, she can handle anything. However, as of late, she has found herself getting distracted. You must be a type of strange, powerful creature to her have her focus drift to you so effortlessly.
After tailing you for long enough, interacting with you from time to time, she comes to understand what she feels. How bothersome, her lifestyle is not exactly suited for romance. In true shinobi fashion, she keeps her emotions under wraps and doesn't let them control her actions. She becomes a quiet protector of sorts, more so than she already is. Guarded as ever, she measures the situation with care and hesitates to get closer.
Someone has to give her a little push for her to take the next step. Perhaps Mantis, though either way Psylocke will eventually reach the conclusion that honesty would do her some good here. She is very upfront when she confesses, direct about her emotions. It seems she has fallen in love with you. Would it be right of her to assume these feelings are returned?
If you reject her, the most she'll do is nod. She got these thoughts off her mind, and this makes things simpler. Relationships can be rather cumbersome. However, in spite of all her rationalizing of why she should feel fine, she finds herself experiencing a strange sort of melancholy. In contrast, when you accept her feelings, her heart grows light in a way that surprises her.
Things will continue to be complicated as the relationship goes on, but both of you will be happy nonetheless. Psylocke may be somewhat inexperienced, but she remains composed even in new situations. Her flirting often comes in the form of simple praise and offhanded, nonchalant compliments. Most modern ways of flirting fly over her head at times, so a more traditional approach tends to work better on her. Exchanging cups of sake or being gifted meaningful flowers or beautiful branches flusters the ninja much more than cheap pick-up lines ever could.
As far as older traditions go, she often takes on one of the more informal customs. She pays you frequent night-visits, showing directly the great interest she holds in you. After a long day of work, all she craves is to be cradled in your arms, as she cradles you in hers. Brushing over your pulse with her nimble fingers and hearing your heartbeat soothe her just the same as sounds of nature. As long as she knows you are protected and safe, she can rest at ease. She particularly enjoys having you read to her, especially poetry, but is willing to step out of her comfort zone and invite you to different types of dates as well.
Your relationship stays under wraps for the most part. There are not many she could talk about it to, and even less she would want to talk about it to. She is a very private person, and you are one of the few who also know her as Sai. Staying out of the spotlight can be quite convenient, away from prying eyes and potential enemies. A ninja is a spy as much as a warrior- Psylocke intends on using both aspects of her occupation to keep you safe.
She tends to be busy and doesn't necessarily grasp the importance of anniversaries. Yes, she is happy to remember the lovely times that have passed, but would it not make more sense to focus on the present? Creating brand new, wonderful memories holds more value to her than reminiscing on the old times. It is also far more convenient, but if it seems important to you, she will try to keep the dates in mind. In the end she supposes it makes planning easier, since she can now try to schedule her missions around these set times she should spend with you.
Although she tries her best, her job tends to be very time-consuming. She needs to travel and unless you are someone with superpowers like her, most of the locations you cannot follow her to. No matter how much she loves you, eradicating all demons takes priority. Long distance may be challenging at times, especially since she cannot always call you, but her devotion to you remains absolute. There is no one else she wants, and as long as you'll have her, she'll keep on coming back to you until the end of her days.
Storm
As the eye of the hurricane, it is the calm before disaster that draws her in. Someone who can keep a cool temper even in difficult situations catches her attention, a person who can think strategically and be relied on when necessary. Her fascination approaches slow, then her adoration pours down like swift droplets of rain. She wishes to know more about you, of the way your mind works. As she grows to find it more and more beautiful, she keeps a close eye on her changing feelings.
Once she has made sure her emotions are lasting and not just a flicker of attraction, she plans her next move. A simple, classy dinner at a restaurant serves as the set-up for her confession. However, it is under a clear, indigo sky where she makes her feelings known, away from people, away from all the noise of the world. Used to loss, she would handle rejection with grace and do her best not to make things awkward afterwards. Upon having her feelings accepted, a soft smile would fall onto her lips. She would place your palm onto hers, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles and promising loyalty.
Just as she serves as a protector for mutants, she especially works to protect you. Those who aim to come in between or cause harm will experience the Goddess's wrath. Her devotion to those she loves knows no bounds, and she expects similar faithfulness from you. She enjoys affection behind closed doors, her laughter warm and comforting as a campfire. Flustered smiles are all you will get from her, but her hushed, dark whispers and promises may make you swoon.
She enjoys taking you outside, the weather always being clear for you. Gentle winds hold your hand even when she isn't around. You make her glad to have turned the page to move on, as painful as it may have been. Now she gets to have something simple, something simply beautiful. There's no need to pray; wind and thunder are always by your side. The currents in her veins crackle in excitement whenever she sees you look her way. You belong to the goddess now, and she could not be prouder that she gets to say that.
Some may question her decision to date a regular person right after royalty, wondering whether someone like you could be enough for the goddess. Ororo looks at those who present such accusations with sharp disdain. They must be joking. Her previous marriage was not formed on power, it was built on love. Sometimes that may not be enough as outside influences tend to tear people apart. However, that does not mean relationships should be built on convenience alone.
Something divine must have brought you together, and she intends on holding onto that bond. Her previous relationships may not have ended so well, but she would not have opened herself up if she held no faith in this one. Your devotion does not need to be questioned and neither does hers. This shall last, and she will cherish each year that passes. She remembers each anniversary and milestone, and never neglects you.
Her vast power and unshakeable confidence may make you feel inferior at times. Ororo does her best to help it not get to you too much. Her reminders that she loves you soothe your soul. When she says it with the power of the sky itself, not believing her word seems to become an impossibility, a violation against the laws of nature. She truly wishes for this relationship to flourish and does her best to ensure it. As long as you remember to do the same and return her devotion, she'll make sure nothing can ever tear this love apart.
the first time robert saw you crying, and the soft sniffling in order to try and hide it from him- god you don't know what you do to him. whatever you feel, he feels too, whether or not he's experienced what you have or not, he gets wanting to hide it from others; but now you have each other, and he wants you to know you can tell him anything, you can punch him, kick him, do anything to him, as long as it makes you feel better. and if you can tell, he can't really explain his own feelings that well, nor is he super great at comforting, he will listen. and listen for hours, for days, he'll stay for as long as you want, just never hide it from him again.
blonde blazer was devastated when she saw tear roll down your cheeks, she would immediately think she had done something wrong and would wanna correct it as soon as possible until you tell her it's not her. she knows what it's like to be at a low place in life, and not know what you want to do with the many years that human life can offer; so understandably, one needs to let it all out in order to feel better. and she lets you, whether that be in her arms, or whilst you eat her cooking, she'll ask you if you want someone to rant to, and if you want the addition of advice. if you say yes? she'll give as much as you need to feel better, but no? then that's fine, sometimes we all just need someone to listen.
invisigal was honestly very appreciative when you felt like you wouldn't mind her being by your side whilst you shed tears. not a lot of people want to stay around her... yet here you were, something so precious, so fragile, so strong, you were everything she could ask for in a person, and you wouldn't mind being vulnerable around her? it felt like the prayers she sent a long, long time ago only received an answer now. she can't give too much advice, but i promise she's a great listener, makes sure to ask you questions, and help you find any root of the problem that may have caused it so you'll know what to avoid next. would let you roam your fingers through her hair, or cling to her shoulder, as long as you would feel better... she wouldn't mind washing the tear stained jackets.
sonar felt similar, he honestly would've loved if someone were to just listen to him rant too. he never really had anyone before, so he was more than happy to be that person for you. even if you stain his suit, his advice is top tier, believe it or not, his talks with you in this state are only real talk, and words that both comfort and are very logical. he's a perfect mix of being both insanely reasonable and an emotionally intelligent person to be around; but the only limit of this amazing ability... was that he only really uses it around you. he only wants it to be used when he's with you. he makes you food, he holds you close, and places the most soothing kisses all over your back and collarbone, he just hates to see you cry. you're the love of his life, who would wanna see their partner crying from something that isn't from pleasure (yes he will joke dirtily but it happens like once or twice only).
royd gives his own advice too, he can't handle to see you cry, but he knows above all, to tell you to never bottle your emotions up after that again. he's an amazing listener, he loves to listen to you, whether that be through sniffles or while you're trying to eat your food, as long as you don't choke, and you're comfortable with telling him... he'll be happy. he's your boyfriend after all, so whatever happens, he'll still be deeply in love with you as per usual, and nothing will ever change that. even when you end up crying in his arms, in his hold, those tears will dry, and those days that your problems no longer feel like a heavy weight on your shoulders are hopefully the days he's there.
malevola doesn't speak that much in the first place, but when it's her significant other? she makes sure you're heard. she makes sure you explore your feelings well, again, she knows what it's like not to have anybody to be there for yourself, so she'd make sure that's not something you go through, whether that be a first-time thing, or something you're used to. everyone deserves somebody to listen, to believe, and to trust, and malevola would be more than honored if that person would be her. just... know you can tell her anything.
prism is a very gentle lover actually, if you're her partner, i assure you that when you cry, you are in very great hands. arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind to bring you closer; telling you it'll be fine and just to let it out. she'll wait for you to not sniffle so much to ask you what's wrong, figure out the root of the problem so you don't panic internally as much. you are hers, and she is yours, this is what partners do for each other, and this is the least she can do whilst you deal with her random bullshit outside the closed doors you two have around your relationship. lets you open up, talk about everything, and asks you questions to explore how you feel about it, and again- know what to avoid next. this lady loves you so much, she wants to solve whatever happened as soon as you can.
flambae doesn't really know what to do when he does see your tears. at first, he'll think you're laughing until he approaches, and the most he really will do for you is to hug you and listen. he isn't the best for advice, but always lets you know that he's there to be an ear, if you want to talk about it, he wants to be the first person you end up thinking about. he wants to be the first person that comes to mind when you ask yourself "who can i tell about this without being judged". he in fact thinks he always shoulder appear first because he's never thought you were any different than that of the person he's spent so much time loving; just tell him, and he'll be right there.
punch up is a man of many words, he knows what to say for many devastating situations people are put in everyday, you were his everything, so he would give everything. you always give him 1000%, so to see you at 0% killed him inside, he didn't want you to be so lost, not as lost as he was back then. he knew the feeling of having no one to turn to when something happened, or when someone left, and to think you were trying to go through that alone when he was there? he wants to know why you would hide it in the first place, but a bigger priority would be to locate the root of the problem, and solve it from there. he knows a thing or two about choices that shouldn't be choices, choices that should've had a chance to just be to choose all- his heart goes out to you. he'll hug you as close as possible, may god punish him if ever an angel like you slipped.
Sonar who's a big, BIG fan of cockwarming. As a guy who has a high sex drive, he can literally get turned on just about anything you do. He gets hard so easily it's embarrassing. Especially when you're busy, looking so focused on the thing you're doing, Sonar immediately locks in on it. He gets you on his lap, telling you to focus and not to mind him as he unzips his pants, and just lines himself into you. Then, he pushes you down—sighing fuck yes i deserve this—while you struggle to concentrate. He just sits there all content, feeling your heat around him and waiting for you to finish. And once you start to squirm, finished or not, he'll take you away from whatever you're doing to start moving.
Malevola who loves somnophilia. She's a demon, not exactly a succubus, but pretends to be once you admit to her that you don't mind being used while you're sleeping. She immediately gets ideas. She comes home late at night, tired from working all day back in SDN, when she sees you fast asleep on your bed. Most likely waiting for her to return. She quietly makes her way towards you while setting her sword aside. She starts off by kissing your thighs, up to your hips, stomach, and chest. Before she descends again between your legs. When you wake up from a buzzing pleasure, you'd see her golden eyes glinting—her mouth on you and her tongue moving in ravenous sweeps.
Coupé who gets excited by cutting off your sight with a blindfold or rendering you unable to move with ropes and cuffs. Being a former assassin taught her how to restrain a target. Bound to a chair, tied to a pole, unable to escape until she's done with them. And she brings that fun to the bedroom as well. She toys you like a cat playing with her food, watching you squirm and struggle with the ropes binding your wrists from behind. With a blindfold on your eyes and a gag on your mouth. She takes all your senses away, letting you guess what she'll do next. Whether it's her breath hitting your skin, her blade dragging down your throat, or her mouth exploring your body.
Punch Up who has thick fingers and uses them to prep you. Yup, I'm gonna go there. This man is always in awe every time while he watches one finger disappear inside you. Curling inside to feel your walls flutter around his finger. Imagining himself inside once you're all prepped up. One finger already has you squirming, whimpering more while he asks "yeah? one more?" and slowly proceeds to add another. Then, you start to struggle. You're squeezing his fingers so tight that it has him cursing out loud. He thinks that's all you can take, until you beg one more. He gapes, hesitates, then gives you what you want because he knows damn well you can take it.
Phenomaman who loves to learn from you. His genital might not be compatible with humans, but it doesn't mean he can't please you in other ways. He asks what other means he could do to satisfy you, fully immersing himself into the role of a student while you teach him. How to use his mouth, how to use his tongue, how to move his fingers, how to flex his thigh while you ride on it until you're coming undone. He gets off to the fact that you're enjoying the whole process. It doesn't matter if you're the only one coming, he's more than pleased to know you're satisfied because of him. Also, he loves your praises and it fuels him to do better every time (give him more).
Royd who's secretly into size difference. He's a PRETTY big guy. In all areas might I add. His hands, his body, his shoulders, his thighs, everything. Just standing next to you, no matter your height and weight, he's much larger by a ton and there's no denying that fact. And he loves it. He'd be lying if he said it doesn't turn him on. Actually would love to manhandle you around and get a bit rougher than usual, but he's so afraid of hurting you. But then you assure him he can absolutely be rougher, he will get rougher. He's sweet like that, he doesn't do anything unless given permission. And once he has it—oh, you're gonna be sore and aching for days.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Yang’s affection is a mix of warmth and intensity—just like her personality. When it comes to showing how much she cares, she doesn’t hold back. She’s the kind of person who’d throw an arm around your shoulder and pull you close as she laughs, teasing you without mercy but meaning every bit of love behind it. Her affection comes in touches: a playful shove, a squeeze of your hand, a nudge of her forehead against yours when she wants you to know that she’s there solid and real. Yang shows love not only through physical comfort but through action; she fights for you, protects you, and would stand in front of danger without hesitation. For her, affection is strength it’s how she proves that you matter in her world.
But when the world quiets down, Yang’s softer side slips through. You feel it when she brushes your hair out of your eyes, or when she leans against you after a long day, her usual fire dimmed just enough to show trust. She doesn’t always find it easy to say what she feels loss and abandonment taught her to guard certain parts of her heart, but you can sense it in the way she looks at you, eyes gentle and searching, as if memorizing the moment. Sometimes her affection means just sitting beside you on Bumblebee, the wind whipping past, her hand resting over yours on the throttle. Yang shows love not with words, but with every spark of her bold, unyielding spirit that chooses to share life’s heat with you.
B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Being Yang’s best friend means buckling up—because life with her feels like riding Bumblebee with no helmet. She’s loud, fearless, and endlessly loyal, the kind of friend who drags you into adventures before you’ve even agreed to go. From the start, she’d spot you across a room, notice something about your vibe maybe the way you carry yourself or make a witty comeback and decide you’re her kind of person. Your friendship would spark fast, built on laughter, teasing, and maybe a few near-death experiences if she ropes you into one of her stunts. Yang isn’t someone who eases into friendships; she crashes into them like she crashes into a fight with confidence, warmth, and absolutely no hesitation. She’s protective to the core, too; anyone who messes with you finds themselves facing her glowing red eyes and a fist ready to make a point.
Over time, you’d come to see the depth behind her energy. Yang’s the kind of friend who picks you up literally and emotionally when you’re down, even if it means ignoring her own pain for a while. Late-night talks on her porch, her laugh loud enough to shake the stars, and long rides with her hair whipping in the wind become your normal. She pushes you to be braver, to face the world with a smirk and a spark of defiance. And when life gets hard, she doesn’t give advice in words; she just stands beside you, shoulder to shoulder, making sure you never face anything alone. With Yang, friendship isn’t quiet it’s fiery, messy, loyal, and full of life.
C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Yang absolutely loves cuddling though she’d never admit it at first. She’d joke about it, tease you for needing “Yang snuggles,” and act like it’s no big deal… but once you’re actually curled up with her, she melts. She runs warm like a human space heater so her hugs are always enveloping and full-bodied, her arm (metal or not) wrapped tight around you. The best part is that she can’t sit still for long; half the time, she’ll pull you in with a laugh or tackle you onto the couch just so she can be the one holding you. You can feel the strength behind every touch, but it’s never too much Yang knows exactly how to make you feel safe, held, and completely secure.
When the mood softens, though, Yang’s cuddlier side gets quiet. You’ll catch her sigh as she tucks her face into your neck or drapes her hair over both of you like a golden curtain. If you trace patterns on her back or play with her hair, she practically purrs, too content to move. Pillow talk with Yang is warm and unguarded she tells stories, laughs into your shoulder, and sometimes falls asleep mid-sentence with a faint smile. To her, cuddling isn’t just comfort; it’s trust. It’s her way of saying, I’m safe here. You’re my home.
D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Yang might joke that she’s not the “settling down” type, but deep down, she absolutely wants that kind of peace just in her own way. After years of chaos and heartbreak, she imagines a life where she can still ride her bike, tease you about your morning hair, and come home to someone she can protect instead of fight beside. With you, she finds the idea of domestic life oddly comforting. It’s not about slowing down it’s about stability, warmth, and the chance to laugh without worrying about what comes next. You’d catch her staring at you sometimes, that fiery glint in her eyes softening into something quieter, like she’s realizing this, you, this home is what she’s been fighting for all along.
Yang’s domestic skills are… functional at best. Cooking? She tries, but she’s more of a “throw it in the pan and hope for the best” kind of chef. Think hearty breakfasts and too much spice edible, sometimes even good, but definitely chaotic. Cleaning, on the other hand, happens in bursts of energy. You’ll come home to her blasting music, hair tied up, half the apartment spotless while the other half looks like a tornado passed through. Still, she makes chores fun, playfully bumping you with her hip as she works and teasing you for not keeping up. Life with Yang isn’t perfect, but it’s full of noise, warmth, and love the kind that makes even mundane moments sparkle.
E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Yang would try to be brave about it, even though deep down, she’d hate every second of it. You’d probably see that usual confident spark in her eyes dim just a little as she tried to joke her way through the tension, saying something light like, “Guess the fire fizzled out, huh?” But her voice would falter, betraying the pain she didn’t want you to see. She’d want things to end clean, no anger, no screaming, just honesty. Maybe you’d be sitting on the hood of Bumblebee while she leaned against it, arms crossed, staring into the distance because looking at you too long would make her lose her nerve. Yang would admit she still cares, that breaking up isn’t about losing love, but about needing space to keep moving forward. And no matter how strong she pretends to be, the moment you finally walk away, she’d stay still for a long time, gripping her sleeve like she’s holding onto what’s left of you.
F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
For someone as wild-hearted and free as Yang, commitment might surprise you with how deeply she takes it. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t say “I love you” unless she means it completely, fiercely, without hesitation. When she promises forever, it’s not lip service; it’s a shield she raises around you. Because of the scars she carries, physical and emotional, Yang doesn’t fall easily, but once she does, she holds on tight. You’d see it in how she looks at you when she thinks you’re not paying attention, or in how she reaches out for your hand whenever the world feels too heavy. The idea of settling down would scare her at first — not because she doubts the love, but because losing it would gut her. So she’d take her time learning to trust that what you have is solid, real, something that won’t just disappear one day.
When it comes to actually tying the knot, Yang wouldn’t rush into it. She wants to live the bond before making it official to face real storms, to laugh until you can’t breathe, to make mistakes and fix them together. Once she’s sure you’re her person, though, there’s no hesitation left. She wouldn’t need a huge event or a perfect ring; just an honest promise and maybe a motorcycle ride to wherever you’ll start that next part of your life together. If anything, she’d prefer the proposal to be mutual something spontaneous and fiery, like the two of you are. Once the decision’s made, she’d burn for it wholeheartedly.
G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionaly?)
Yang’s gentleness is the kind that surprises you — not because she seems incapable of it, but because she feels it so deeply beneath all that fire and swagger. Physically, she’s careful in ways she doesn’t talk about; her touch lingers but never presses, her hugs are tight but safe, and even when her mechanical arm wraps around you, she adjusts her strength to make sure she never hurts you. It’s her way of saying you matter more than my pride. Emotionally, her gentleness runs even deeper. Yang listens when you’re quiet, cracks warmth into heavy days with bad puns, and hides how much she worries so you don’t have to. She’s protective, but never possessive loving you like she’s guarding something breakable, because after everything she’s lost, she’s learned how fragile people’s hearts really are.
H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yang absolutely loves hugs they’re practically one of her love languages. She’s the kind of person who doesn’t even need a reason; if you’re nearby, she’ll pull you into her arms just because it feels right. After a fight, after a joke, after breakfast doesn’t matter. Hugs are her way of wordlessly saying you’re safe, you’re mine, I’ve got you. And she gives them often, even more when she knows you’ve had a rough day or when she’s secretly feeling vulnerable and doesn’t want to admit it. Around others, she might play it off with a laugh or a wink, but when it’s just you, the way she wraps around you says everything she tries too hard not to say out loud.
Her hugs are strong enough to make you lose your breath, but never enough to hurt there’s always control behind that strength. When she squeezes you, you can feel the warmth radiating off her, the faint hum of her prosthetic arm careful against your back, and her chin resting heavy on your shoulder like she could stay that way forever. Sometimes she cracks a joke, calling you her “squeeze toy,” but sometimes she just holds on and breathes quietly into your neck. Yang’s hugs aren’t just physical; they’re grounding. They remind you that, no matter how chaotic the world gets, warmth and safety exist right there in the arms of someone who’s learned how to hold on without fear of losing again.
|= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Yang doesn’t say I love you fast not because she’s afraid to feel it, but because love, to her, means permanence, and permanence still scares her a little. She’ll joke and flirt easily, toss out sweet nicknames and teasing remarks, but when it comes to those three words, she holds them close until she’s absolutely sure. You’d feel it long before she ever says it in how she defends you, how her gaze softens when you walk into the room, how she always makes sure you’re laughing again after a bad day. The first time it slips out, it’s probably unplanned whispered in the heat of the moment, or mumbled when she thinks you’re asleep. Once she realizes she’s said it, though, she doesn’t backtrack. Yang owns it fully, grinning with that wide, fiery smile of hers and repeating it like it’s the easiest thing in the world because now that it’s real, she’ll make sure you never doubt it again.
J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
Yang doesn’t get jealous easily she’s confident enough to know her worth, and she genuinely wants you to have freedom and connections outside of her. But when jealousy does hit, it hits hard. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you it’s that little, quiet fear in her chest whispering that she could lose you like she’s lost others before. You’d notice it in the way her jokes suddenly get sharper, or how she’s a little more physically protective than usual, pulling you closer with that casual smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Deep down, it’s not anger she feels it’s insecurity mixed with a stubborn refusal to admit she’s scared.
When she’s jealous, she won’t start a fight or make a scene, but she’ll absolutely try to remind the world who you belong with wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head, or teasing whoever’s making her uneasy with playful but pointed banter. Later, when you’re alone, she’ll go quiet for a bit before blurting out something like, “I know I’m being dumb, but I just… didn’t like seeing them that close to you.” Once you reassure her, she melts instantly, laughing it off and pulling you into one of those bruising hugs that say more than words ever could. After that, the jealousy fades replaced with warmth, and maybe just a hint of smug pride knowing you’re still hers.
K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Yang’s kisses are bold, warm, and absolutely alive the kind that make your pulse race before you realize you’ve even leaned in. She kisses like she fights: with confidence, energy, and that hint of recklessness that makes it impossible not to melt into her. Her lips are always soft but eager, tasting faintly of something sweet, like the wild energy that follows her everywhere. Whether it’s a playful peck stolen mid-conversation or a deep, grounding kiss after a close call, she puts her whole heart into it every single time. You can feel her smile against your lips when she knows she’s flustering you, because teasing you while loving you is one of her favorite hobbies.
When she’s the one giving the affection, Yang loves kissing your forehead and temples first those quiet, steady places that let her show her softer side. But when she wants to make sure you know exactly how much she wants you, it shifts to jawline kisses, neck grazes, and slow, deliberate brushes at the corner of your mouth before the real thing. As for where she loves being kissed? That’s easy, her cheek, right near her scar. It’s where she’s most self-conscious, most human, and when you press your lips there, she pretends to make a joke about it but her eyes soften every time. It reminds her she’s loved for more than her spark and strength it’s for all of her.
L= Little ones (How are they around children?)
When Yang’s around kids especially ones that remind her of Ruby when she was younger you see a softer, almost goofy side that few others get to witness. She’s the type to crouch down to their level, ruffle their hair, and let them try on her shades, pretending they’re “cool Huntresses-in-training.” She’s fiercely protective but playful, turning every moment into an adventure or a game, though her version of “playtime” often involves races, piggyback rides, or mock sparring sessions that always end in laughter. You can tell she genuinely enjoys the energy and curiosity kids bring maybe because it reminds her of the bond she has with Ruby. Around little ones, Yang's warmth shines the brightest; her teasing turns gentle, her jokes soften, and even her legendary hotheadedness mellows into a steady, comforting flame that makes everyone feel safe and seen.
M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with Yang are wild, warm, and a little chaotic in the best way. You usually wake to the sound of her stretching with an exaggerated groan, her hair a golden explosion that somehow makes her look even more effortlessly beautiful. She’s always the first to toss out some cheesy pun or half-conscious joke just to get you to laugh before you’re even fully awake. The smell of coffee hits next strong enough to wake the dead, because she swears caffeine is the real MVP of mornings. If she catches you still in bed, she’ll either flop down beside you, tangling you up in her arms until you give up, or she’ll scoop you right out of the blankets with a grin and a teasing “Rise and shine, sunshine!” She’s the type to hum off-key while cooking breakfast, wearing your favorite shirt like it’s hers, and the whole routine somehow feels like firelight bright, warm, and impossible not to love.
N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Yang are the perfect mix of warmth, comfort, and playful mischief. You usually find her sprawled on the couch, hair loose and wild, one arm draped lazily over you while some movie or old combat match hums quietly in the background. She always insists she’s not tired, even though her eyelids droop and her metal fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, the faint whirr of her prosthetic blending with her soft laughs. Once she finally drags herself to bed, she’s a total cuddle magnet wrapping around you like a personal heater and refusing to let go, calling herself your “human furnace.” If you can’t sleep, she’ll stay up too, whispering stories about Beacon days or silly puns that make you groan until you’re laughing quietly in the dark. With her, nights aren’t silent they’re safe. The world fades out, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing, the steady thump of her heart, and the feeling that no nightmare could ever reach you while she’s there.
O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Yang doesn’t open up easily not because she doesn’t trust you, but because she’s used to being the strong one, the one who cracks jokes to hide the cracks. In the beginning, she keeps things lighthearted and surface-level, filling the silence with her usual banter. You’ll get the fun stories first—the ones that make her laugh or show off her wild side, but the deeper things, the real pieces of her, come out slowly and unexpectedly. It might slip when her guard’s down after a long day, or when you ask something simple that brushes against an old scar. Her voice softens, the energy fades, and for a moment she’s not the unstoppable Yang Xiao Long she’s just a girl who’s lost more than she lets on, trying not to show how much it still hurts.
Once she starts trusting you fully, the walls come down piece by piece. She won’t dump everything on you all at once Yang’s too thoughtful for that—but over time you’ll notice she’s giving you little glimpses: a story about her mom, a mention of how she really felt when she lost her arm, the way she still worries she’s not enough. Each reveal feels intentional, like she’s letting you into a part of her no one else gets. And when she finally does tell you everything when she’s sitting close enough that her hand brushes yours and her voice barely rises above a whisper it feels less like confession and more like connection. Because for Yang, being open isn’t about weakness; it’s about trust deep enough to finally stop pretending she’s unbreakable.
P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Yang has come a long way from the girl who used to throw punches the second her temper flared, but that fire still burns bright beneath the surface. You see it in the twitch of her jaw, the way her lilac eyes start to smolder when someone crosses a line especially if it’s about her hair, her family, or you. She’s patient most of the time now, channeling her energy into witty comebacks or deep breaths instead of fists. Still, when she’s pushed too far, the shift is unmistakable her tone drops, her gaze sharpens, and that storm she fights to keep contained starts to crackle just beneath the surface. You’re one of the few who can reach her when that happens, grounding her before her emotions spiral. Yang doesn’t explode like she used to, but her anger’s still fierce less wildfire, more controlled blaze, dangerous only when someone’s dumb enough to feed it.
Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
What surprises you most, though, is how she uses those memories. Yang doesn’t keep them tucked away just for nostalgia she weaves them into how she loves you. Every gift, every joke, every bit of physical affection carries some callback to something you once shared or said. And when you tease her about remembering so much, she just grins that cocky grin and says, “Guess I’ve got a good reason to keep you on my mind.” Under the humor, though, you can tell it’s her way of holding on, because for someone who’s lost people before, every memory of you is proof that this time, she doesn’t have to.
Yang’s memory for you is sharper than she lets on. She might act breezy and distracted, but she remembers the things that matter the weird way you take your coffee, the offhand comment you made about loving thunderstorm nights, even the song you hummed once when you thought she wasn’t listening. She notices the little patterns, connects them quietly, and brings them up at just the right moments like showing up with your favorite snack after a rough day, or cracking a pun about something you mentioned weeks ago. Her memory isn’t flawless she’ll space out on random details, like movie names or the date you first met but the emotional stuff, the pieces that define who you are, she never forgets.
R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Yang’s favorite moment with you isn’t one of the wild, high-energy ones she’s known for it’s quiet, almost painfully so. It’s that night after a mission, when you sat with her on the porch, her head resting against your shoulder, the two of you wrapped in the sound of crickets and the faint hum of Bumblebee cooling down. You didn’t talk much, and she didn’t make a joke for once; instead, she just breathed in the calm and realized she finally felt safe again. For someone who’s always fought to stay strong, that peace meant everything. The world could disappear around her, but in that stillness with your hand in hers and your warmth pressed close, she remembered what being whole really felt like. That’s the memory she replays when she can’t sleep, the one that reminds her she’s not fighting alone anymore.
S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Yang’s protectiveness runs deeper than instinct—it’s part of her heartbeat. When it comes to you, she’s alert in an almost feral way, eyes tracking every potential threat before you even notice it. She’ll wrap herself around you in fights, take the hit before it ever reaches your side, and laugh it off afterward just to keep you from worrying. Her protective streak isn’t only physical, either she defends you in conversation, shields you from gossip, and never lets anyone belittle you in her presence. The moment someone hurts you, even emotionally, her fire flares in a way that’s hard to calm. And yet, it isn’t just about keeping you safe it’s about making you feel safe. She wants you to know that if the world turns against you, she’s always in your corner, knuckles cracked and ready.
For Yang, being protected is trickier. She’s used to being the shield, not the one behind it. She might scoff when you try to look out for her, claiming she’s fine even when she’s visibly exhausted or burnt out. But deep down, your care hits her right where she hides it in the quiet, lonely part of her that still remembers what it felt like to be left behind. She melts when you check on her after a nightmare, touch her prosthetic arm gently instead of trying to ignore it, or hold her when words fail her temper. Protecting her isn’t about guarding her body it’s about steadying her spirit, showing her that her strength doesn’t have to carry everything alone. And when she realizes that, she lets her fire rest next to yours.
T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Yang puts a surprising amount of effort into the things and people she cares about, but not always in the way you’d expect. Dates and anniversaries with her aren’t perfectly planned candlelight dinners; they’re adrenaline-fueled rides on Bumblebee to a sunset lookout or homemade burgers shared while teasing you for being “mushy.” She remembers the details that matter, your favorite snacks, the song that makes you smile, the kind of jokes that can snap you out of a bad mood, and she builds moments around them. Her gifts aren’t extravagant, but they’re deeply personal: a bracelet made from a broken piece of her old gauntlet, a patch she stitched herself. When it comes to everyday tasks, though, she’s a little chaotic laundry piles up, cooking experiments go wrong, and she’ll laugh it off every time. Still, underneath the mess and spontaneity, every bit of effort comes from love and you always feel it.
U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Yang’s bad habits come from the same fire that makes her shine. She’s impulsive you’ve seen her charge headfirst into fights or arguments just because her pride flared before her logic kicked in. When she’s irritated, she masks it with sarcasm, tossing out jokes to keep from cracking open what’s really bothering her. She deflects blame when she’s hurting, preferring to punch a wall or rev Bumblebee’s engine at midnight rather than admit she’s scared or wrong. Sometimes, she bottles things up for so long that when she finally snaps, it’s explosive words, fists, or tears, take your pick. And though she’s fiercely independent, that same stubbornness keeps her from asking for help, even from you, until the moment she’s already burned herself out.
V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Yang definitely cares about how she looks probably more than she’d ever admit outright, but it’s not out of vanity so much as identity. Her hair, especially, is her pride and signature; it’s not just part of her beauty, it’s a declaration of who she is. You’ve seen how she lights up when you compliment her style or how she checks herself in reflective surfaces not in a self-absorbed way, but like she’s making sure the person staring back still looks unbreakable. She knows her confidence is tied to her appearance, and after losing her arm, it took her time to see herself as whole again. So when she bothers with makeup, outfits, or her hair’s perfect bounce, it isn’t shallow it’s her way of proving to herself, and maybe to you, that she’s still strong, radiant, and completely Yang.
W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yang would never admit it out loud, but yeah—without you, she’d feel incomplete. You’ve become part of the balance she fought so hard to regain after everything she lost. You help ground her when her temper sparks, give her space when her pride flares, and remind her that strength isn’t always about throwing punches sometimes it’s about letting someone in. Around you, her teasing grin softens, and that unbreakable confidence she wears like armor turns into something warmer, more human. You’re her calm after the fight, her anchor when her past tries to drag her under. If you were gone, Yang would still keep moving, still crack a joke and rev Bumblebee’s engine, but those lilac eyes would never shine quite the same way again.
X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When Yang can’t sleep, she sneaks out to her garage, sits on Bumblebee with a mug of hot chocolate, and listens to old rock ballads while tinkering half to clear her head, half to feel close to her mom in some small, wordless way.
Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
Yang isn’t picky about most things, but certain traits and habits rub her the wrong way fast. She can’t stand dishonesty or people who hide behind half-truths it hits too close to the pain of being abandoned and lied to before. She also doesn’t vibe well with overly negative or apathetic types; life’s thrown her enough darkness that she craves people who can meet her fire with warmth or humor, not constant gloom. Controlling or possessive behavior is a huge red flag for her, too she values freedom and trust above all else, and anyone who tries to box her in or question her loyalty won’t last long. In general, she dislikes cruelty, arrogance, and people who take themselves too seriously. Bad puns? Fine. Bad attitudes? Not a chance.
Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Yang’s sleep habits are a mix of chaos and comfort. She’s the type who drops into bed after a long day and is out cold within minutes, sprawled across the mattress like she lost a fight with her blanket though you know she definitely won it. She snores, softly at first but loud enough that you sometimes nudge her just to make her roll over. Most nights, she ends up halfway draped over you, her head on your chest or arm around your waist, seeking warmth and reassurance even in sleep. When she’s had a rough day or a nightmare, her grip tightens just a little protective, almost desperate, but the moment she feels your hand on hers, she relaxes again. Yang doesn’t mind being teased for her wild bedhead or her loud dreams; she’ll just grin sleepily and tell you that you snore too, even if it’s a lie.
Dating THE Wonder Woman means you have to get a little territorial at times.
It's not that Diana would ever even think of being unfaithful. She just forgets how attractive she really is and her welcoming nature makes people think they have a shot when they absolutely DO NOT.
It's worse if you're just a normal civilian, people just assume you and Diana are friends... Unless you make it very obvious.
★ Always touching her in some way. Hugging her thick arm, fingers intertwined with hers, sitting as close to her as possible. You're fighting for the title of worlds clingiest partner and she doesn't mind :)
★ You always make a point to use pet names in public. Love, Babe, Darling, Honey, Baby. She finds it endearing and loves to call you names like; My love, Darling, Little one, Dearest one.
★ But you gotta hold yourself back when people call her "princess" because... She literally is one lol.
★ One time, Hal called Dianna "Babe" in front of you and you have never forgotten it. You still give him the stink eye whenever possible. He won't admit it but he's scared of you.
★ While she finds your antics funny, in the quiet moments she'll always make sure to tell you how much you mean to her. (She's very good with words, gets very poetic and shit)
A/N: I gotchu also I think I accidentally broke the microwave help??
One thing that’s almost completely obvious is that this woman is absolutely not afraid to show her love for you anywhere. Whether it be in public or private
Constantly, CONSTANTLY affectionate around you. Like this woman will shower you with kisses or hugs whenever you’re at home. Be it when you’re busy doing something, or just laying on the couch.
Serval secretly likes it when you come to her workshop unprompted. She’ll tell you something like “not now love, I’m busy.” Or “you could’ve waited home y’know…” but even when she says that, she lets you stay or hang out without complaints.
Speaking of which, if you try to leave she immediately locks her arms around you if you stayed for a while or if she thinks you feel like she didn’t want you around.
Serval feels all happy inside when you warm up to her siblings. It makes her feel like you’re apart of her family already…or that you maybe want to have a family with her, which genuinely makes her feel ecstatic.
Sometimes when she’s playing her guitar or just practicing, she just enjoys having your company. It makes her feel safe and like she’s not alone when it comes to her dreams and passions.
Probably prefers earbuds to over the ear headphones. When you ask her why she just shrugs and puts them back in.
Off topic, but I’m guessing she smells like whipped cream and oil.
She has a stash of gum. Period.
She probably sends you really sweet, or really stupid stuff in your chats. No exceptions. Once she sent you a picture of a fancy restaurant, and typed you a whole passage about how much she cherishes you. And then the next second she’s messaging you ‘31 ways to blow up a building’ at 2 in the morning.
Which I forgot to mention, she’s likely a night owl in my opinion. You could be fast asleep, but she goes to bed at like- 3 or 4 am.
Definitely snores while sleeping. And is completely sprawled out, limbs all over the place or hogging the blankets
That ends up leading to you pulling her against yourself in a tight hug while the both of you sleep, which somehow calms her down.
Mordred loves like how a mangy dog loves. Awkwardly, tirelessly. She’s the one who’s always going to give you an annoyed glare whenever you two meet up, grumble forever about how you always keep her waiting… but she’s the one who’ll walk through the pouring rain just to pick you up with an umbrella.
She’s the one who’ll throw her jacket around your shoulders with no prompting needed, pinching your cheek sharply, muttering something about how cold you seemed. Such a weakass master. You really can’t do anything without her, huh?
Mordred’s the first one to reach out to you too, on missions. Whenever the enemy gets a little too close to you, you’ll feel her arm dig into your gut, heaving you upwards and tossing you behind her.
Sure, she loves the thrill of the battle, the rush of adrenaline shooting right through her veins… but there’s a part of her that’s going to be constantly uneasy if you’re in front of her.
Mordred doesn’t mind getting hurt, but she… really doesn’t like you getting hurt… God, that sounded so sappy… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER, MASTER??? UGRH!!!!
But as much as she complains, she always ends up right by your side again, bumping her shoulder into yours for a “nonchalant” bid for your attention. Fingers barely grazing yours… before pulling away again. Look, she’s just a third-rate knight, okay? Mordred knows that line by heart.
But… would it be ok, maybe? For her to be your knight? For Mordred to reach out to you, without guilt, without fear? Would you accept all of her?
She doesn’t mind being called a third rate knight, not if it means being yours.
Zatanna dating a S/O that has venom (sorry for another Zatanna post, I love this woman)
Sfw
As you can probably imagine, your relationship is interesting.
You, tired from dealing with a alien saying the weirdest shit imaginable, and a powerful magic user that also more or less says some wild shit.
But it’s also good, Zatanna could step in and take care of you if you and venom get TOO villainous.
Venom is 50/50 Zatanna, he dislikes how she tries to stop you too from doing heroism his way (which is literally killing the enemy) but he also likes how she helps him make you suffer.
Venom also likes it when you don’t care about what he does to others, hates it you are empathetic towards others, and LOVES it when you agree with his way.
Zatanna, well she’s a literal magician so she could just mind fuck venom’s and your ideologies.
But she won’t do that, she has hope in you and your.. alien companion, that and your her lover, she doesn’t want or even like to manipulate/erase someone’s mind/memories/or life.
Zatanna provides venom with unlimited chocolate, it one way to keep the beast tame.
Zatanna loves to be the big spoon with you, especially whenever venom tries to take you away from her (not like that… maybe?)
Venom has possessed Zatanna once, he doesn’t like it.
Because of your circumstances, Venom is more like his movie counterpart, but is still a-bit unhinged.
Because of having to live with three people, with one of them literally living inside you, your always fucking tired and barely have any energy to do Jack.
Because of this, Zatanna would often help you relax through massages, magical shows, or a nice cold shower (shower cause I hate baths)
While Zatanna would realize your emotional troubles, venom would be more insensitive, course he still cares about you (in his unique way) but he’s a alien who needs to depend on another person, he himself is annoyed he can’t live his life the way he wants.
Luckily for you, Zatanna is able to put venom to sleep using magic. So when you want peace and quiet you got to her, ask her to do his magic, and lay in a nice cold bed with a small smile.
Zatanna watches you sleep… so does venom.
During mission’s you and Zatanna would be separated. Zatanna with magical enemies, you with the mafia, thugs, drug dealers, and so on.
Venom does sometimes allow you to be the hero, but it’s 65% him being the hero.
And my favorite— incorrect quotes!!
Y/n:I hardly slept last night
Venom: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you
Y/n: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?
Zatanna: [Heterosexual panic]
Venom: I feel like doing something stupid.
Zatanna: IM STUPID!! DO ME!!
Y/n: venom said that, not me.
Zatanna:Oh… don’t do me
Venom:THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!!
Zatanna: Hey, you wanna bang?
Y/n: …
Zatanna: I meant hang.
Y/n: …
Zatanna: Actually, no, I didn’t.
——
Nsfw
Zatanna is a switch, she’s too if your to tired to give a fuck, she’s bottom when you give a fuck/when you have angry sex.
She always puts venom to sleep when you two are having fun, but you still have venom’s powers. So you have the long tongue, The ability to make your body longer and bigger, I think you get it.
The average rounds you two go for is 5. But the highest amount of rounds is 8, it’s when you were angry, annoyed, and frustrated.
If your a boy, you make your cock big enough to make a outline on zatanna’s belly. If your a girl, you do the samething the boy does, gender neutral.. I honestly don’t know.
Because of venom’s powers you are able to shapeshift your body and stretch it out. You make enough cocks to fill ALL of zatanna’s holes, while your mouth works on her neck.
When shes top, she loves to overstimulate and sent your orgasm. Zatanna also makes herself a temporary cock to fuck you with.
You often have morning sex.
You and Zatanna once fucked ontop of a apartment roof.
Zatanna is quite literally a sex detective, she knows your kinks/fetishes/and when your horny, when you’ve pleasured yourself, and everything else.
SUMMARY: headcanons of how you met her, how your first date was, and headcanons of how your relationship is.
WARNINGS: no mention of y/n.
🔮》John had dragged you to yet again make part of his brilliant ideas, this time to watch a show of his friend Zatanna.
🔮》 You had heard of her, even saw a few propaganda advertisements for her tours.
🔮》 Then, the moment of going backstage with her came. You and John enter her dressing room. Zatanna is furious at him because he tried to sabotage one of the tricks by stopping her from doing it.
🔮》" Seriously, how do you handle him?" She would ask you, and you would chuckle. That laugh that kept her awake at night, thinking about how cute it is.
🔮》Weeks passed since Zatanna had met you, and to her luck, John needed her help on a mission, and you would be there!
🔮》You three met at an abandoned house. When she arrived, you were already there with Constantine. John explained how they would have to ban the mischievous ghost in the building to get the delightful ghost to be free.
🔮》After the mission, the three of you went to a bar. John said people were "friendly", guess what? He lied.
🔮》Superisingly to Zatanna and not-so-superisingly Constantine, you asked her on a date; it was a messy invite, but she could hear the truth in your drunk tone.
🔮》It was a date to a rich, rich restaurant, you felt out of place since you were used to your small flat. You two sat on a table next to the stage, the diner was having a magic show too. You two spent the whole date giggling at how fake the tricks were.
🔮》And after the date comes yet another one, and another, and one more.
🔮》And after what felt billion dates, you finally ask her to be your girlfriend.
🔮》Zatanna complements you in all the languages she knows, she loves seeing your face get all red and your.
🔮》Flowers magically appear in your living room.
🔮》The thought of you getting hurt on missions scares her.
