Love your Hospitalized Headcanons for the girls! Can you make it exactly like that but with the boys this time?
Hospitalized Headcanons (Robert Robertson, Sonar, Flambae, & Punch Up x gn!speedster!reader)
Warnings: cursing, mentions of injury, comas, hospitals, all that jazz. Hurt/comfort, bit of angst with some fluff thrown in! (Words: 1.8k)
(Authorās note: Hi!! Iām so happy to revisit this set of headcanons, I loved writing both parts a lot :3 tysm for requesting!! as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
THE GIRLS | MY MASTERLIST
Robert
- Heās the one who called the ambulances the moment he saw you in a heap over the security cameras, who rode with you in the ambulance, and who spent hours half-asleep in the waiting room.
- Robertās drowsily watching the clock tick by, too exhausted to even feel the adrenaline still coursing through his veins
- Heās barely drifting off when heās finally called, and shoots to his feet faster than he thought possible, making his way somewhat stiffly towards the room the nurse indicated
- He pauses just outside the room, though. He freezes, and he doesnāt know why, but he takes a deep breath and opens the door anyway
- Seeing you in that hospital bed was nothing short of gut-wrenching for him. He feels like throwing up, with how rough you look, plugged into three different machines and bruised all over:
- But he stays nonetheless, in that shitty plastic chair by your bed, until your eyes open and you let out a croaky noise that brings tears to his eyes no matter how embarrassing.
- Youāre alive.
- Heās your absolute biggest advocate while youāre in the hospital, too.
- You need a pillow, heās on it. You really hate the food they gave you? Heāll ask for salt and maybe snag something from the vending machine.
- Heās as helpful as he can possibly be, not just because he feels horrible about what happened and is still terrified heāll lose you. Totally not just because of that.
- The moment youāre free to go, he stands up and offers to take you home. Once you clarify that you want to go to YOUR home, not the bed-less lawn chair apartment he calls a living space, he offers you a nudge and a grin but obliges.
- While youāre on medical leave, you force him to go back to dispatching, insisting you can take care of yourself.
- And he does, but he refuses to pull those doubly-long shifts while youāre at home. Heās right there with you the moment he clocks out.
- He admits at this point that he was horrified. Absolutely, disgustingly scared that you wouldnāt wake up.
- And whatever you do to comfort him, he remembers it. That stays with him forever, long after you return to the field again in tiptop shape.
Sonar
- Heās halfway across the city, probably at Crypto Night or some other bar after the party at Robertās, when he hears distant explosions.
- His first thought is to ignore itā itās LA. Thereās gonna be idiots blowing shit up.
- But it stuck with him throughout the night, and kept him awake as he lay in bed, only slightly buzzed instead of his usual drunkenness after an evening like this.
- In the middle of the night, he gets a call (from Robert, no less), and his heart just sinks. His suspicions were confirmed, but at what cost?
- Heās a little bit nervous about heading over as heās tying his shoes, fumbling with the laces before going to catch a cab. He may be a bit of a reckless driver on a good day, but tonight he didnāt want to fuck up getting there.
- He gets to your room, and just sort of stands there. He doesnāt know what to do, so he watches from the doorway.
- He doesnāt realize how much time has passed until a nurse he didnāt recognize pushed past him to check your vitals. He checked his watchā it was the asscrack of dawn, the time having flown by like it was nothing.
- Not soon after, while heās taking a little bit of a breather outside, he gets word that youāre awake, and asking for him. Well, he supposed you knew what you were doing, as the nurse who came to get him seemed to be specifically looking for a half-bat looking guy such as himself.
- Drops something sappy the moment he walks in. Iām talking something like āhello gorgeousā, or ācome here often?ā.
- Tries so hard to be there and useful while youāre recovering, but also canāt get fired from SDN. Heās there as much as he possibly can, and you know this, but during the majority of his work hours he, regretfully, canāt really run off to hang out with you.
- Total yapper while youāre stuck in bed, telling you about his stocks and crypto, the team, how many bad guys they beat the shit out of that dayā and you really do appreciate it, it gives you that sense of normalcy you canāt find in the hospital.
- Once youāre back on your feet, and allowed to return home, heās a total cuddle bug, especially if youāre still injured and warmth such as heating pads or bath would help
- Heāll make a little routine out of getting home from work and curling around you, sometimes in bat form, to keep you happy and comfortable.
- Once youāre headed back to work, heās overjoyed to see you in the break room again. Youāre the person he talks to the most, and heās so glad that youāre alive, well, and there as a listening ear once again.
Flambae
- Heās dozing off just as Robertās number pops up on his phone, and he answers, just planning to scream at him, but the mention of your name has his flames extinguishing in a second.
- As soon as he knows the bare minimumā what happened, where you were now, and nothing elseā heās darting out the window, not even caring that heās in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
- Threatening the poor hospital staff until one of them finally tells him what room they took you to.
- With no regard for anyone else, he nearly kicks down the door in a firey fit of rage, but he slows at the sight of you.
- Youāre looking up at him, bleary-eyed and definitely worse for wear, and he feels the candle go out entirely.
- At your side immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed and squeezing your hand, uncharacteristically silent and looking somewhat uncertain.
- You try and encourage him to get on the bed with you, since heās a walking space heater, but he refuses, not wanting to mess with any of the machinery plugged into you.
- While youāre recovering, heās surprisingly a bit of a sweetheart. Heās there and willing to blow off hero work for you, but heās also trying to keep your spirits up. Telling shitty puns, jokingly making fun of the stricter nurses behind their backs with you.
- Itās a little strange, but you know he just hates to see you upset.
- One night, when he thinks youāre asleep, you hear mumbled curses, and crack one eye open. You see him with his face buried in his hands, trembling slightly, and you watch tears turn into steam as they try and fail to roll down his face.
-You opt to say nothing, for the sake of his dignity (and ego), but you find it hard to ignore that night.
- The hospital stay begins to feel more like a slog than ever once youāre mostly healed, and they just keep you around to ākeep an eye on youā.
- Chad knows how much you just want to go home, and sneaks you out for little flights periodically, after learning the nursesā schedules. They hate him, but itās so worth it in his mind.
- Once youāre back home, heās bringing you meals between shifts from your favourite takeout places, paired with a kiss on the forehead, before he has to dart back to his time making up all of the work he skipped.
-Heās so down for movie night or at-home karaoke, something where the two of you can goof off and be near each other while youāre in the safety of either his or your place, where he can keep an eye on you.
- Once youāre in the field, heās SO protective. Especially with Robert, who he begins to blame for all of this. Itās gonna take a lot of convincing to get him to believe otherwise.
Punch Up
- The moment Robert lets him know what happened, heās gone from whatever else heās doing at that moment. No distractions, no side tasks, he is going to see you and make sure youāre still breathing if it kills him.
- When he gets to where youāre laying, in a hospital bed looking like someone picked you up and wrung you out, he curses under his breath, hopping up onto the chair next to you.
- Youāre so peaceful there, unlike anything he hears about the event that led to this. He doesnāt doubt that you threw yourself in danger for a teammate, but he canāt help but think it was a stupid choice.
- Once youāre up, and wanting to get the hell Ori of this bed, he has to hold you down while explaining the extent of your injuries, parroting what the doctor had told him. You are not, under any circumstances, leaving this bed for a while.
- Sort of takes on a guard dog role there, pushing away anyone you donāt want around while keeping you in the place you need to be to heal properly.
- Is this what babysitting is like? You keep trying to get out of bed! Get the hell back under those covers!!
- As you slowly heal, heās more willing to go around to places with you. He takes you on a few walks outdoors, with the staffās permission, and jokingly suggests arm wresting a few times just to see the veins in the nurseās temple.
- Once youāre fixed up enough to go home, he still insists on carrying you places. He doesnāt quite have a reason, he just thinks itās funny, and you donāt seem to mind in the slightest.
- Heāll come home to you after a long day, and will want to be near you physical all evening. Heāll sit next to you, have a hand on your shoulder or arm, brush his pinky against yoursā¦ he just wants to be close to you! A scare like that is gonna make him a little bit clingier.
- Heās very affectionate throughout this whole thing. He knows he needs to keep you motivated, so bribing you with a kiss is key for getting you to take the healing seriously.
- Once youāre on the cusp of being fully healed, he has this long argument with Robert about bringing you back onto the team early, resulting in a thrown chair, from what youād heard.
- You finally manage to sneak your way back onto the team, feeling better than ever, and heās lifting twice the weight he usually can out of excitement and a newfound enthusiasm now that youāre around once again.
- He loves his partner in crime! Can you blame him?
Coupe was never prepared for how Punch Up made her feel so much like a lady.
Their passionate affair? Yes, that instant connection was something else, bloodlust bleeding into actual lust bleeding into touch starved connectionā that was one thing, certainly, the carnality of it. The enjoyment of it. The fact that she could touch and touch and he would never breakā something so secure about it, and humbling, to find a match in her skills.
But then itās afterwards.
Sheās laid out on a bed a bit too small for her body, and her target is gone. She actually fell asleep, somehow. She should leave, get away before he realizes just how vulnerable he has her, get her back for trying to kill him. But then the door opens, and she freezes, ready to strike, because now sheās aware just how vulnerable she is, and that is more terrifying than she can ever admitā
āHey, I brought you some coffee, darlinā,ā A voice far too soft for yesterdayās activities comes, and her eyes snap open. If he detects her confusion, he doesnāt show it. Just a dapper smile, holding one big mug and two empty cups. āDoubt youād need the pick me up, but I got some cheap-ass liquor in a cabinet some where if you take it strong. Otherwise, canāt offer much else, sorryā fridgeās a bit empty oā sugar or milk.ā
Coupe sits up, careful, eyes going over him. Sheās never truly failed beforeā it was never allowed. It had been very thoroughly taught that failure meant death. If not from her trainers, then from those she had tried to killā
And yet here he was offering her coffee. Like she wasā¦ a hook up, a date, like from the shitty romcoms she secretly watched in between targets, or when sheād go undercover and just had to buy herself one of those edgy romance novels to definitely not actually read. She hesitated, taking a mug. She waited for him to pour himself a cup first, wondering if poisons would affect him at all either. āI can take it black, Mrā¦ā She hesitated.
āNameās Colm, by the way. And if may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?ā
She knew his name, of course. Sheād been paid to kill him after all. That was why she hesitated to say it. But he responded soā¦ genially. āā¦ Janelle.ā It was foolish, dangerous, against every code she knewā but when Colm beamed at her, and poured her cup, it felt like she had done something right. She carefully took a sip, and the warmth of a cup of mediocre coffee had never been so inviting.
They never made it official, her work would never allow it, her vices doubly so. But when they crossed paths, for some reason they always ended up crossing paths, heās always got something to say, or do, that made her melt bit by bit.
āSilver looks good on you,ā when she first changed her suit to its more deadly design. That time, heād asked her to take a break before her next kill, and go out with him. They did end up going to a pub with a fighting ring in itā¦ but heād gifted her the silver champion belt. āGot a ton of these things, you know. Iām sure a pretty lass like you could use it.ā And she didā melted down, it made a lovely knife.
āCan you stop getting hits on you? Itās a bad look to explain to clients youāre unkillable.ā She had said another time, drinking with him at a bar, laughing softly as he teased an olive into her mouth.
āHey, not my fault you get hired by sore losers.ā Colm would laugh, before his eyes narrowed suddenly. āSpeaking of losers. Those guys have been staring at you for a while. Friends of yours?ā
āOh, the ones sitting over at the end of the bar? Theyāre actually some hits of mine, believe it or not. Theyāre probably casing the whole bar for any one matching my description. Talking to you is giving me some great cover, actually, since Iām not known for being so friendly with anyone.ā She leaned in close,
āOh, that makes sense. Still, I donāt like the look they got in their eyes. I could take care of them for you, if youād like?ā
Coupe paused at that, before she just laughed, and laughed. Softly at first, but harder when she realized he was serious, draping herself over Colm despite their height difference. Because someone being concerned about her? Of all people? That hadnāt happened in a long timeā and it felt so, so nice, it made her giddy, like one of her romantasy protagonists. She cupped his face, seeing how his eyes widened as she got so close, and whispered.
āOnly if I get to watch.ā
āWhen did you cut your hair, darlinā?ā He asks, the next time they got together, on the rooftop of a casino in Los Angeles, the last of her savings spent on the drink she was nursing in her hand.
āMy knives kept slicing through my longer hair.ā It was a lie. A half lie, sort of. They did do that, she just didnāt care. No, this time was because of her last hit. Well, she hadnāt been paid, and wouldnāt be by her old trainers ever again. Still, you do come to mourn those who raised you, in some sense. Colm seemed to notice something off about her demeanor, and choice his next words carefully.
āIt gives youā¦ a stately look, mature. Wisened, I should say.ā
Janelle considered those words, overlooking the city skyline. āIf I were wiser, Iād get out the assassin business.ā
Colm reached out, a put a comforting hand on her elbow. āWell, you could, if you want to. Meself, Iāve got a gig lined up. You couldā¦ You could even stay with me, you know. Until you find out something else, you wanna do.ā
It wasnāt a fairytale proposal, or the grim dark declaration of mad love sheād come to enjoy in her novels. But yet, it made her feel quite a bit more than sheād like to admit, like a damsel being offered a ride from a valiant prince. āI think Iād like that, Colm. A lot.ā
if nottt may i request some spicy thoughts with punch up..
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A/N: This was going to be waaayyy filthier until I reeled it in lol ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ. I hope this is okay nons. I had fun writing this though. I'm not a Punch-up girly but I can see the vision. As always please like, reblog, and interact. Also my masterlist for more writings.
Warnings: NSFW MDNI. Smut. Female reader. AFAB reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual intercourse. Referring to female genitalia as she. Description of male genitalia and female genitalia. Riding. Intense riding. Manhandling (I guess). Filth under the cut.
-Heās a stand up guy, pun intended. The definition of a big explosion in a small package.
-Though that in itself is fairly inaccurate his actual package is anything but small. Thick, not just in stature but in endowment.
-Having those same beefy arms, those colossal hands slam you up and down his length like a ragdoll, that was not something you could have foreseen.
-The Irishman has girth. Itās not surprising, with arms the width of your head, you could assume a lot.
-Though being nearly split open on his fat dick was an entirely different experience in real time.
-Both mouth and pussy wide open as he fucks you dumb is dizzying.
-Your pussy is weeping, syrupy slick gushing and coating your thighs but somehow you still feel the stretch when his hips swing up.
-Those squelching noises of skin hitting skin are sinful, pornographic, and such a turn on especially for him.
-āFuck lass, closest I ever came to tappinā out!ā. Heāll manage through strained grunts.
-That girth has you fucked up, fucked out, fucked dumb. You didnāt know she could get that wet, didnāt know she could make that much fucking juice.
-That stretch. Heās filling you, hitting every spot with just that thick cock.
-Every flutter of your cunt, every clench of your wall is his incentive. Youāre riding him, but heās riding your high.
-Every squirt, every sputter, every jerk is for him. His cock was causing your unraveling.
-That would do him in. āMotherfucker! Milkinā me, lass!ā His hot spent would be preceded by a series of more expletives and low groans.
-Youāre boneless as you slump forward against his body.
-Heād somehow manage that hearty chuckle while he runs that big hand up and down your back as the two of you come down.
-āPhew, maybe next time youāll actually manage to make me tap outā. You're smacking him upside the head does little to deter his apparent amusement.
you write punch up perfectly, i am obsessed with you and @crucifem 's punch up...
i would kill to have you write punch up x alt!reader and they seem really dom outside of the bedroom but punch up has them shaking for him every single day ššš
cw: nsfw content ahead, indulge if you want, gn! afab! reader x Dom! Colm :)
you were bent over the kitchen counter once more, your back had been aching like crazy and it was not just because of work. not when your boyfriend who was inevitably way stronger than you had you pinned down onto the counter, gasping for air.
strong palms hold your hips close for quick rolling of his hips into yours. your lower body fell weak, only his strength was able to keep you afloat, legs shaking as you let out shivering breaths...
you could barely pick your own arms up when he had flipped you over, pushing you into missionary ā "y-yeah? are you really the one 'wearing the pants' here, sweetheart?"
his cock sunk into your dewy cunt again, viscosity clashing onto the veins of his shaft whilst plunging inside you. a loud groan emits from his throat, "haaah, fuck...!"
"hnnh! c-colm... m'sorry, pāplease!" you had no idea what to grip onto as your hands fumbled to hold onto something, anything. "p-please! pleasepleaseplease I sāaaid m'sorry!" you choke out,
voice uncharacteristically breaking in unison with every thrust his mind had set on penetrating into you tonight, especially when your high-pitched moans didn't match your usual tone.
"can't you, hah, jus' imagine everyone's faces when they see us like this..." his warm breath falls onto your face before leaning back away, pushing you further up onto the wall behind you as you continued to sit on the kitchen counter.
pulling on the choker he never bothered to tell you to take off (mainly because of how hot it was), bringing you in closer whenever you got close and just grinded his big fat mushroom tip onto your spongy sweet spot.
