Hiii! Hru? I hope you're doing well when you see this!
If I could ask for hcs (platonic or romantic, up to you!) with Punch-up and Coupe (and potentially both of them at once?) With a more sophisticated!reader?
To elaborate, I mean like a more frilly + gentlewoman reader who could be an absolute powerhouse if they choose to be? (If you need an idea of what I mean, I think Haru from persona 5 could help!)
Thank you! :]
Sophisticated Headcanons (Coupé x Punch Up x gentlewoman!fem!reader)
Warnings: Mentions of violence/blades, Coupé and Punch Up’s flirting styles being combat (Words: 0.7k)
(Author’s note: hi anon!! I’m so so sorry this took me so long to get to, the holidays got super hectic. I love this idea, and I think I did end up leaning a little fancier with the reader than you originally suggested with Haru, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!! as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
MY MASTERLIST
Punch Up
- He’s a bit rough around the edges, but Colm finds that with you, he has an appreciation for the finer things in life.
- I imagine you two meet on the clock, and you just happen to bump into each other. You’re jostled enough to drop what you’re carrying, but he manages to scoop it all up in one go, giving you a friendly pat on the hand. Your eyes aren’t scrutinizing, but he can tell you’re sizing him up. So, to be a gentleman, he asks for your number, and the rest is history.
- If you’re a big tea or coffee drinker, he’ll join you in those morning rituals, maybe slipping something a little boozy into his own.
- He’s all for dressing up with you, although he only really sticks to one suit. It’s custom-tailored to his measurements, and a neat darker shade, the kind that goes with everything.
- The first time he sees you knock someone out while on a mission, he’s in awe. Seriously, his jaw is on the floor.
- While you two have very different fighting styles, his a little more on the side of a bar fight and yours highly honed, he’s glad to battle at your side, and secretly gets a kick out of defending your honour.
Coupé
- I think you two would have the easiest time getting along. Although you’re a little more proper, you share enough interests to be close friends, as well as something more.
- You two most likely meet on the job as well, catching each other’s attention with your respective styles. Her ornate metal adornments, sharpened blades that catch the light just so, or your luxurious fabrics, jewelry and poise that gives you an unforgettably regal aura.
- She’ll take you out on dates to see ballet performances, and you’ll find her practicing the moves you liked the most at home, to show off later.
- Janelle, despite a bit of bloodlust, is a very romantic person, and loves to dine with you at the fancy restaurants you tend to love, even if it’s pricey. She’s a gentlewoman, of course she’s paying!
- She likes being your knight in shining armour, although she knows you’re perfectly capable. She has a hand on your shoulders or back at any given moment, but it’s unclear whether it’s protective or a bit possessive, as she tends to snap a little too hard at people who try and flirt. She WILL kill someone for you (please ask her to).
Punch Up and Coupé
- You blend in seamlessly with the couple.
- Although someone might think you’re too proper, you can’t help but crack a grin at their violent and somewhat bloody antics. When they’re sparring, you’ll be off to the side with tea, or some kind of beverage of your choice, giving notes on battle form or just watching the blur of combat.
- Colm’s roughness and Janelle’s eerie calm complement your own character and charm, the three of you winding up being seen by outsiders as a bit creepy, but not to be messed with.
- Your prowess in battle isn’t lost on either of them, but the relationship’s inner workings happen outside of the workplace. Wine shared on foggy evenings, reading poetry aloud while one out of two of your partners has fallen asleep, signing and filling out paperwork that comes with your stature and finding a set of quills and ink on your desk the next day.
- They’re meticulous with their love. Janelle’s is silent until it’s not, carefully placed and planned out, while Colm’s is more sporadic and impulsive, yet well-placed.
- The three of you are a powerhouse, a true machine when it comes to your dynamic as heroes. Colm and Janelle already work exceptionally as a duo, but with you in the mix, they’re even better.
- The three of you take on different roles on a team, Punch Up being the brawn, Janelle being dexterous and the movement of the operation, and you being the complement, a regal and intense force that strikes precisely.
- They love you, truly and deeply, and they express it as much as they can. The three of you are a heartwarming sight, if whoever is looking can see past all of the knives.
Was rereading the asks on dispatch and realized I somehow missed you mention coupe with a breeding kink. Please elaborate
Coupe isn't really sold on kids in general, but on the rare occasion that she gets baby fever—it's horribly intense! It can be set off by anything, and you wouldn't even have a clue beyond her staring a bit more intensely at you until you two got into bed after a long day.
She'll climb on top of you, brushing her hand against your cheek while grinding down against you. She doesn't have a set-in-stone preference, but she does tend to imagine you nice and round more often than not! However, you wouldn't even know she's thinking about it—not until you're getting fucked out of your mind, with her pussy gliding against yours in a way borderline rabid, or her animalistically fucking you with a thick, heavy strap (she'll moan with every thrust, never mind that she can't actually feel you squeezing around the faux cock). Coupe'll talk about how beautiful you look, pressing her fingers against you while she talks about how exquisite motherhood would look on you.
There's also being bred, as well! Coupe'll keep you pinned to the bed, grabbing your hands to make you hold onto her hips while she begins to ride you. It's slow at first, but it doesn't last long as she quickens her pace, bouncing up and down, biting her lip. It's a gorgeous sight, and there's nothing quite as satisfying—at least, that's what you think until you cum inside her, and she shivers, grinding against you harder as sweat glistens on her skin. She'll overstimulate you, wanting you to fill her up again and again until your nails are breaking the skin of her hips in an attempt to make her stop, or at least slow down. (Even joke offhandedly about how she's going to get pregnant, and she's almost immediately ready to go for another round!)
Coupé (Janelle) x Reader || A short and sweet fic for my girl Coop because she has NOTHING 💔 y’all are sleeping on her fr. I need to write more her but I am tired rn so hopefully I’ll do more for her in the future.
Summary: Janelle reading to you before bed
Fluffy Blurb
Warnings: only some light kissing & one metaphor of assassination.
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Just imagine Janelle reading to you.
The room is quiet, with warm lighting; only one golden light shattered the darkness of as you laid on Janelle’s lap. Your head on her chest listening to her calm heartbeat, easily seeking into her like a cold pillow while her arm wrapped around you: both holding you and the book in her hands.
You felt protected in her embrace, so much so even your thoughts cannot break her defenses. With her knee as a stand, Janelle read aloud every word on the page: her voice as smooth as silk, dancing through each phase like a flowing harmony. She spoke gently, with meaning, she understood each sentence she muttered and taught it to you. If her hand wasn’t flipping the page, it was on you, changing after each flip; resting on your shoulder, brushing up and down your arm, running her fingers through your hair.
Her gentle passion strike down all the tension in your shoulders, crumbling each chapter. Eventually, it got your eyes. You fought hard to watch her every word, but Janelle was never unsuccessful. You flattered your eyes, still hearing Janelle creating scenes in your head; giving details to each action as they slowly become a blur along with her voice: that settle hiss in her tone melting into honey in your sleepy delusion.
Yet, she carried on as you rested, hearing a smirk on her dark lips while she still nurtured you, her arm across your chest with her thumb painting circles. Hearing her soothing voice echoing in your head, guiding your dreams. Defending you, carrying you to a peaceful slumber. Reminding you of her shadowing glaze with a kiss on top of your head that’s she’s always there.
Content warning:Kind forced intoxication so dub con,knife play/cut play/blood play. Dead dove yk
You and coupè never interacted much it’s not like you avoided each other just never took the time to..get to know each other?? Until tonight the z-team plus Robert all went to a bar after a particularly gruling shift. You had her back that’s all it was,you saw a weak point where she could get hurt so you stepped in simple as that you hadn’t given it much thought; but she had.
Robert had handed you two drinks, “give one to coupè for me.” You nodded as he walked off. You tapped her shoulder handing her the glass she set her hand on your shoulder and leaned in you could smell the alcohol on her breath,whiskey.
“You don’t need to bribe me anymore. I’m in your debt now..” she pulled a blade from her wing you wondered how many she had on there. “If you ever need somebody,removed..” she threw the blade at the dart board that was next to her she wasn’t even looking how did she hit it perfectly in the center? “I should keep you in mind..?” You asked raising a brow slightly. “Yes,that’s what I was trying to imply..your way to sober; have you drank at all?” You shook your head offering her the drink robert had gave you. “No I’ve never..really drank before not enough to get drunk atleast.” Coupè looked at you like you had just said something outlandish. “Like ever?” You shook your head no, there was a beat of silence. “Well we need to change that..”
You don’t now how many drinks you’ve had at this point 4..no 5! Well maybe 6… “C’mon take another sip,” Coupè whispered in your ear she was sitting on the pool table her legs crossed swinging them slightly. You reluctantly did you felt all fuzzy.. “feel that warmth pool in your stomach baby doesn’t it feel nice?” You nodded it was probably time she took you home she thought.
And so..she did.
She pushed open the door of her apartment your arm slung around her shoulder keeping you up. You whined as he set you down on her bed and pushed you down gently. “Is it really your first time getting drunk?” She didn’t need an answer you laying basically dead weight was tell enough. She crawled over you her hands and legs on either side of your body caging you in. “Look at me.” She took hold of your chin pulling your gaze to her and once your eyes met hers..fuck you were wasted you looked pathetic and she loved it. “Want me to make you feel good baby?” You managed a weak “mhm” she snicked.
You heard the swish of a blade at looked up she had one of her blades to your thigh before moving it up to your stomach lifting your shirt up with her free hand so the blade was ghosting your skin it gave you goosebumps. “Sharp isn’t it baby?..” she lightly dragged the blade on your skin before stopping “look at me your alright..promise..” she reassured putting enough pressure and sliding so it cut your skin you gasped she dragged her blade across your skin a few more times..none to deep just enough to draw blood which she dragged two of her fingers along the red color complimenting her skin nice she brought her fingers up to her mouth licking them clean before lowering herself she had already pulled your pants back but she couldn’t be bothered with your underwear she cut them loose.
“You taste good..” she murmured “but you need to get more iron I can practically taste the lack of it.” You scoffed pushing her away slightly “no one told you to taste my blood I don’t know why you’re complaining.” She pushed your arm back roughly. “Stop. I never said anything that could be considered complaining; I just made an observation; now stop moving or I’ll make the next cut deeper.” She moved back to the spot on your thigh practically lapping up the beads of blood. You whimpered,why did this feel so good..this was wrong wasn’t it? You couldn’t say. She moved her hand up your thigh and you felt two of her fingers fill you she moved her fingers in a scissoring movement. The rest was a blur maybe it was the alcohol but that’s all you remembered when you woke up coupè was laying on top of you holding you possessively. You exhaled slinging an arm over her shirtless torso.
So I totally didn’t lose motivation hope it was semi enjoyable sorry it’s so short I’m so fucking high rn plus I’ve gotta migraine got me feeling like
