#will poulter headcanon

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Dating Will - Headcanons

i’m sure there’s so many more but here’s these ones. i’d love to know how you guys think will is in a relationship

requests and asks open :)

You often go out to eat, the big idiot loves eating

Walking on the outside of the sidewalk

Will is very much a cat person

Going on fancy dates

Big on PDA, doesn’t care who’s watching or where you are

PDA paparazzi pictures getting released all the time

The two of you crying over movies together

Facetiming when either of you are away

Him calling you love, darling, etc.

Surprises you with starbucks in the morning

Definitely the boyfriend that’s always asking if you’ve eaten

Will likes to talk about the future a lot. about your kids and your wedding and the house you’ll live in

Will isn’t the jealous type, he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t entertain a guy that was very obviously flirting with you

Going on walks especially when it’s raining, which happens quite a lot since you stay with him in london

He holds the umbrella for the two of you

You hold onto his arm when you walk with him a lot

He’s busy a lot but will always make time for you no matter what

He’s basically your biggest fan

Most respectful gentleman alive

Always walks ahead and opens the door for you

Never let’s you carry your own bags at hotels or airports. ever.

Always is the one to put the groceries in the car

Definitely a flower boyfriend. every 4 or so days he gets you a fresh bouquet of flowers to put on the counter. you adore the gesture.

Even when he’s away he arranges for flowers to still be sent to you

Will is very good at making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world

Will cooking you breakfast a lot

Will obviously loves sweets. cake, candy, junk food, all of it. And so do you

Hates seeing you upset to the point that it basically ruins his day

Won’t drink that much if you’re drinking so he can get you home safe

Not one of those weird boyfriends that polices what you wear

Will actually encourage you to wear the more revealing outfit of the ones you ask him to choose from

Whispering in your ear when you’re out

“You look good”

Will’s love language is touch

He’s extremely touchy

He can’t help himself

Very open with talking to you about his mental health and how he’s feeling. being in touch with his emotions is likely a factor that keeps your relationship healthy

Very emotionally intelligent

Loves seeing you in his clothes. loves it. One of his favorite things

Comforting Will when his anxiety is especially bad

You barely argue but when you do it makes him very upset

He’ll sit in silence after a while of arguing

He doesn’t want to keep going with it, making it worse

Can’t stand when the two of you aren’t on good terms

Gym buddies

Keeping a watchful eye out for you when you’re at the gym

Creeps sending his blood pressure through the roof

Him watching as men try to help you and you turning them away

[arcadian-litterateur]

it's raining | will poulter x reader

Masterlist

summary: a cutesy little drabble about will picking you up while it's raining

wc: 852

a/n: these are so much fun to write...do you guys like these little drabbles about will being a hopeless romantic?

\𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗗 left for your meeting earlier, you'd feel so excited to feel the sun shining on your face that you'd slipped your cute leather flats onto your feet, glad they were black and matched your outfit. With a blazer thrown over a cute blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, you were the picture of chic professionalism, perfect for the meeting that you were presenting at. Your work at a talent agency right outside Hollywood was not only enough to pay the bills and then some, it also gave you the chance to help build up young actors. The more representation your talent agency got, the less bogus talent agencies would thrive. That's why you worked so hard in your marketing job: you wanted to get the talent agency's name out there. 

Your car was currently in the shop getting a new door after some idiot had t-boned you and completely crushed the passenger side back door the week before. You were fine; just shaken, but your car was a different story, so now your boyfriend, Will, was acting as your chauffeur. You'd tried to protest and say it was too much work for him, but he was in town anyway for several award ceremonies, so you let him drive you around. It had only been in the last year that he'd learned how to drive; you'd taught him yourself, but he was surprisingly good at it for being so new to it. 

Though, maybe he was just extra careful when you were in the car. Come to think of it, he did always refer to you as ‘precious cargo.’ 

Your presentation had gone smoothly, your words flowing like honey as you successfully pronounced every word, even the ones you'd had to review a million times the night before. Will had stayed up extra late to help you prepare even though he had to be functional today, and it warmed your heart to think of his kindness. He was such a thoughtful man, and sometimes, you wondered how you'd gotten so lucky. 

The media wondered that, too, but the first time a reporter had dared to camp out on your lawn and ambush you with that question when you left your house, Will had confronted the man—first with words, then with his fist. He'd let it act as a warning to anyone who tried to interrupt your personal life, and you were grateful. Thankfully, your own insecurity had died down once you got used to the fact that you were dating a celebrity. No one was ever good enough for one of them in the media's eyes. Upon remembering that, you found that you no longer cared what they had to say.

After a long day at work that felt twice as tiring because of your presentation earlier, you watched the clock turn to 5:00, a groan of relief worming its way out of your throat. Finally. It was time to go home and eat dinner and then crash onto your bed and sleep for fifteen years. You almost forgot that Will was picking you up, jumping in surprise when you heard a throat being cleared.

“Love?” the British man chuckled with a bemused smirk. Your face morphed from startled confusion to happiness as you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him lift your feet several inches off the ground as you nuzzled into his neck.

“Baby,” you hummed in tired satisfaction, resting your forehead against his chest playfully as he rubbed your arms soothingly. You soaked in the sensation, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer to you.

“Don't you want to go home?” Will laughed, using your shoulders as leverage to push you away from his body a few feet, but only so he could look into your eyes.

“Yeah, but I'm tired,” you grumbled.

“An even better reason to head home, then,” Will grinned. You nodded, too exhausted to argue as you packed up everything you would need that evening before shutting off your office light. 

When you reached the clear front door, you let out a noise of dismay as you took in the rain hurtling from the gray sky above, water splashing in the parking lot. 

“What's wrong?” your boyfriend asked, worried.

“It's raining,” you whined. “Just another way to ruin my day.” 

“Why does rain ruin your day?” Will inquired, genuinely curious. I sighed as if he was supposed to know, my annoyance getting the best of me.

“Because these shoes are leather. The shoes will be ruined.” Will just chuckled, patting your head. “What?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“You think I'd let your shoes get ruined?” he asked, pretending to be offended. “I would never allow such a tragic event to occur.” Before you could ask what he was going to do about it, Will had swept you off your feet in a bridal carry, your squeal of surprise making the British man smile.

“Don't worry, Cinderella,” Will murmured as he collected your things before sprinting across the parking lot to his car. “Your shoes will be just fine.”

the end

[nolita-fairytale]

Pastry Chef Luca of the Bear Masterlist

burn your life down: (pastry chef luca x fem!reader)

leaving your old life behind, you move to copenhagen to follow your dream of opening a restaurant. almost a year after opening, luca's quest for inspiration brings him right to your doorstep. it's a story about learning how to fall in love again, about second chances, finding inspiration, and that sometimes, change can be really, really good. (completed)

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen

don't you worry there's still time (pastry chef luca oneshot, from the world of 'burn your life down')

headcanon: new year's ever & day with luca

burn your life down bonus content

meeting pastry chef luca headcanon (teaser for 'burn your life down')

pov: you're the main character of 'burn your life down' and this is your instagram grid (moodboard/social media pov)

pov: youre the head chef of kokuore - the restaurant in 'burn your life down'

a behind the scenes look at 'burn your life down'

the secondary characters - the kimuras & the mikkelson twins

instagram profiles for the secondary characters by @translatemunson

[gladerscake]

Gally Feeling Needy Headcanons

(Gally x Reader)

First of all, Gally would never be very open about feeling needy/craving attention

Nope, not even with you

However, having known him long enough, you would be pretty good at reading the signs

He visits you at your designated “work area” more often than usual

“Sir, can I help you with something?”

“Don’t mind me, just looking.”

He offers help with stuff you could absolutely manage by yourself

He knows it too, he just needs to blurt out a reason for hanging around you all day

His attempts at subtlety are poor

He gets more touchy than usual, swinging his arm around you and stealing quick kisses here and there

It’s very distracting, so you would playfully shoo him away, despite secretly (or not so secretly) enjoying every bit of it

He cannot wait for the work day to be over so that he could have you all to himself

As soon as dinner’s over, he leads you right back to your shared hut

“Gal, they’re having a bonfire-”

“Good for them, let’s go.”

Once the door is shut behind you, he picks you up off the floor and carries you to the bed

Your relentless giggling and weak attempts to wriggle free do not faze him in the slightest as he drops you onto it

For a moment you think his urgency might be rooted in some of his more primal desires

not that that would be a problem

But no, that’s not what he needs at the moment

maybe later

He wraps you up in his burly arms and pulls you into him as closely as possible

Gally’s grip leaves you zero chances of escaping

You’re not thinking of going anywhere, obviously

As soon as you feel the warmth of his chest and his heartbeat against yours, you’re done thinking about anything else

It’s clear as day that Gally needs your undivided attention and you’re more than happy to give it to him

He soon relaxes upon feeling your lips peppering soft kisses all over his face and forehead

You can feel the tension leaving his strong shoulders as your hands knead them just the way he likes it

Eventually Gally begins dozing off, though his hold on you remains surprisingly strong and steady

Even in his sleep, he has no intention of letting you go

In his mind, he’s done a good enough job hiding the true extent of his neediness

You let him think that. Just as you will next time, and the time after that.

[tom-whore-dleston]

A-Z NSFW Headcanons | Adam Warlock

Pairing▹ Adam Warlock x f. reader

This fic contains ▹ smut (title says enough), GOTG Vol. 3 spoilers!, lightly beta'ed writing

Word Count ▹ 1.8k

Notes ▹ No one asked but here are some sexy headcanons for my new fave mcu himbo. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Adam’s main priority is making sure that you are always taken care of, especially during sex. He’d make sure your skin was free of cum and he’d clean it off with a warm rag or his mouth. Then, he’d massage and kiss the areas that were more sore before cuddling you in his strong arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite body part on himself is his hands. He loves how they shape your face while he’s caressing your face before kissing you. Adam has learned to be quite talented with his hands. From holding your waist while deeply kissing you to squeezing your breasts and lightly flicking your nipples until you’re whining. When his fingers found the sweet spot in your pussy, it was over for you. Seeing you coat his fingers with your wetness always drove him insane.

Adam’s favorite body part on you is your eyes. The first time he gazed into yours, he knew he was madly in love with you. He loved the way they glimmered before pressing his lips against yours. What really turned him on was how you would bat your eyelashes and stare at him with doe eyes while sucking his cock. The same goes when he’s pounding you into the mattress and your eyes start to roll to the back of your head before reaching that blissful finish.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) As mentioned previously, Adam gets pretty aroused just from seeing you gush all over his fingers. After the first time you came from being fingered, he was really curious about the dripping fluid. He’d wiggle his fingers around, playing with your cum in fascination before sticking his middle finger into his mouth. It was the hottest thing you have ever seen.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Adam is an innocent character, so he is naturally curious about a lot of things. For example, he has wondered what it’s like having multiple partners. Adam was shy about wanting to bring a third or even more partners in the bedroom. You immediately reassured him that he has nothing to be nervous about because it was something you have wanted to experiment with even before meeting Adam.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Well, considering that he prematurely hatched from his cocoon, he isn’t experienced at all. And it’s not like he had much time with his mother to have learned about sex. Regardless, he learned everything just from dating you. As someone who was very eager to please, Adam caught on pretty fast.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Adam is clearly strong so he can easily pick you up and fuck you while he stands. The way he ruthlessly bounces you up and down his cock causes you to see stars. Adam likes how the position allows you to be really close. He’ll grip your hips while you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your foreheads against one another. You’ve also experimented with a standing 69, a position you both are growing more fond of.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Adam has his fair share of goofy and serious moments. He used to be very serious while fucking you, mainly because he was adamant about making sure he was doing it right. Along the way, you helped him relax more and he’d crack a joke or two. Sometimes, Adam would get tongue-tied because of how overwhelmed he was with pleasure, causing you to giggle and kiss him on the nose.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) When he was created, it wasn’t in The High Evolutionary’s intentions to give him hair. Therefore, he’s free of any body or facial hair. At least he has a silky head of hair that often gets tossed during battles and more so during sex.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) It’s no exaggeration that Adam is head over heels in love with you. Even when he is deep inside you, Adam will never turn down an opportunity to show any signs of affection for you. He could have your legs propped over his shoulders and he’ll still lean down to kiss you tenderly.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Adam is the type to hump the pillow to get off. Before you started dating, he found you grinding against your pillow and the sounds that came from your lips were music to his ears. That same night, he tried it himself and, well, he was well rested the next day. He only does this when you are away on a mission and misses you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Adam LOVES being praised. He will do anything to make you happy and hearing the positive feedback from you makes him giddy and full of love. When you tell him he is fucking you so so good, it is the perfect motivation for him to continue doing what he’s doing.

He also may or may not have a Mommy kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Honestly, y’all will fuck anywhere and make it work. However, Rocket has made it clear to both of you not to fuck on the spaceship. Has it stopped you from sneaking to the back of the ship for a quickie? Absolutely not. But what Rocket won’t know won’t piss him off, right?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Watching you kicking ass on the battlefield is enough to get him riled up. Adam knows that violence isn’t always the answer, but he finds it sexy when you are covered in the sweat and blood of the enemies (or just anyone that pisses you off).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Adam would not want to do anything that would hurt you. He has hurt the guardians in the past and he did not like the consequences that came with it. So anything along the lines of choking or slapping you is not for him. He’ll playfully smack your ass, but he’ll never do anything more than a little love tap.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves receiving just as much as he loves giving. Hence why 69 is one of his favorite positions with you. Adam loves flicking his tongue along your slit, tasting your wetness which makes his cock strain in his pants. Just that alone will have your legs shaking and you’re pushing his face closer to your pussy.

When he’s on the receiving end, Adam is a whimpering mess. For a man as strong and powerful as he is, he can easily crumble the moment your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. He’s groaning your name, tangling his fingers in your hair, and begging you to suck him harder and faster.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on the mood. Adam can read your body language like the back of his hand so he’ll know when to be rougher and when to be softer. He tries not to be too rough because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Adam quite enjoys quickies. Fucking you right before a mission is a perfect mood-setter for him and he feels less nervous about heading into it. He’ll have a bit more bounce to his step and the other guardians will be side-eyeing each other as to what has got into Adam.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Adam typically is down for anything in the bedroom and has tried things that none of your past partners ever wanted to think about. He asks a lot of questions about certain things before deciding if it’s something he wants to try, not so much out of nervousness but out of pure interest.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Again, he’s basically a god so Adam can last a couple of rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t have any toys himself, but he has come across your hidden collection of toys. You showed him how each one works by putting on a show for him. After the visual demonstration, Adam will often ask to use the vibrator while he’s pounding you from behind. He also likes fucking you while you wear your butt plug with gems that match the one on his forehead.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) At first, you were the one who did all the teasing, mainly because Adam wasn’t experienced in that field. You loved whispering dirty things in his ear while he was training and the moment he’d get distracted, you’d run away giggling like a little girl.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Oh, he is very loud! Adam is a delicious mix between a moaner and a grunter. The way his accent sounds while moaning your name is a sound that will forever alter your brain chemistry. But the sounds he makes while cumming are your absolute favorite and you are lucky to be the reason he makes those beautiful noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Ever since Rocket introduced him to music, Adam has been making playlists nonstop. He made a mixtape for you to confess his feelings for you. And of course, he made a sex playlist for you. His favorite song to fuck you to is "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) The High Evolutionary created Adam with the intent of making him the “perfect man”, so he is a substantial size.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Adam isn’t really needy. Over time, he’s gained more self-control so he doesn’t crave sex as much as he did after the first time with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Adam doesn’t fall asleep that easily. His ever-growing soundtrack tends to keep you both up even after many rounds. The sound of his voice singing some 70s love songs will put you to sleep before he does. He always makes sure to kiss your face before he succumbs to slumber.

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NSFW Alphabet - Luca The Bear

summary: nsfw/sfw-ish, back on my will poulter tip, luca stans come get ya'll juice. like & comment to be tagged in future work. inbox is open!

A - Appetite

Luca has a bit of an insatiable appetite. Whether it’s for his passion for baking or for food in general, his desire is endless. Especially when it comes to you. A little bit gluttonous, even a little bit greedy you would say, pulling countless orgasms after orgasms from you truly never enough for this man. Luca’s appetite truly has no bounds

B - Body part(favorite body parts)

If someone had told you that a set of beefy, strong, broad shoulders could easily have you flooding in your panties would have had you laughing but now, whenever Luca is in your presence that’s where your eyes go first before your mind starts coming up with thoughts of having your legs hiked up and tossed over those same shoulders while he’s pounding you into the mattress

For Luca, it’s simple, your ass and thighs. gripping, squeezing, caressing, kneading, spanking, whatever his hands are always going to find a way near you.

C - Cream

Luca’s favorite cream is the one you leave right at the base of his cock when he fucks you just right. there’s nothing better to him tbh.

Another favorite of his is creampies. He loves the feeling of his cock swelling in your tight walls before stuffing you full of his cum, and pulling out just to watch his thick white cum leaking out of you before using his fingers to push it back in to keep you full of all of him.

D - Dining

The best way Luca gets any inspiration to create, he has to go and try new things, and he loves trying them with you. he rarely says no to trying new food spots that you found on tiktok, just don't be upset by his brutal honesty on the shittier places

E - Eggperience(get it? cause he's a chef)

Luca has some experience but he's not really the type to sleep around often, only 3 random hookups and 2 serious relationships so he has an idea of what he's doing in the bedroom but getting to learn your body and what turns you is the real reward for him.

F - Favorite Position

Doggy style or you riding him. His hands are constantly gripping and squeezing at your perfect body in any position really. The first time you rode him felt like an out-of-body experience, there were literal hearts in his eyes watching you bounce up and down on his cock with your tits in his face. Loud moans and whines leave your lips about how he's so fucking big and making you feel good.

Doggystyle is another one of his favorites since he can bend you over the nearest counter so easily and have you gushing in minutes. one of his hands wrapped around your neck while the other grips your ass, bringing you back to meet his powerful thrust that has your eyes rolling back and mouth drooling.

G - Goofy (Are they serious during sex?)

Luca can be pretty intense when it comes to intimacy but he can be a little bit mischievous if you've been acting like a brat tbh.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

There's some hair just around the base of his cock but he's fairly well groomed for the most part. Luca doesn't really care whether you're fully shaved or trimmed.

I - Intimacy

Luca is actually pretty passionate during sex. Though his thrust is still powerful and with purpose in each roll of his hips. He'll need your body close, his face buried into your neck while he whispers absolute filth in your ear.

J - Jerk Off (Do they masturbate?)

Luca is a busy chef so he usually doesn't have time or is rarely in the mood to jerk off and once you two became a thing, jerking off is the further from his mind.

K - Kink

Praise kink. As mentioned before but hearing your breathless moans and whimpers about his big is and how good only he can make you feel, that he's the best? It sends his ego through the roof. He will also praise you or pet names, calling you his "good girl" "darling" or "doll"

Aftercare. It's not really a kink but it's something that he takes seriously. Luca knows that he can be rough so comfort and happiness are always his top priorities, getting you cleaned up, clothed in one of his shirts, and a late-night snack is usually part of the routine.

L - Location

His bedroom or yours, although he mostly prefers your bedroom while you actually prefer his kitchen counters.

M - Motivation (Turn Ons)

To say that you turn him on would be cheesy but you do easily turn him on. you acting like a brat or a sassy, “yes chef” gets him going. There was also one night you surprised him by wearing just his apron and nothing else. He thinks of that night often <3

N - No (Something he’d never do)

Sharing is not caring with this chef. So the idea of an open relationship or a threesome is a hard no for him. Luca doesn't want to share you and he doesn't want to be shared either.

O - Oral

Luca is a giver when it comes to oral and he loves it messy. I mentioned before that he can be a bit greedy, so he'll take his time when eating you out. Switching between flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud or sucking while he has you gushing around his fingers. Luca isn't stopping until your legs are shaking and you're left only screaming his name.

P - Pastries

Luca finds it cute when you make him something. There are only a few treats that can make his mouth water from just thinking about it and some of his favorites are made by you. He still dreams of the mont blanc chocolate pavlova you surprised him with. Eating any pastries that are made by you is the only time he's not shared with you.

You made it for him after all.

Q - Quickie (Is he into quickies?)

Totally into quickies. Luca often finds himself waking up way earlier than most but his craft does require a lot of fineness and time so he's usually up and out of bed by 3 in the morning so early morning quickies. He’s home later in the evening, tired and just exhausted from the day, a quickie before bed is not a want but a need.

R - Risk (Is he willing to try new things?)

If it doesn't involve sharing or causing you any actual harm, then he's willing to try something new once you beg him enough.

S - Smell

Luca's not a weirdo, but he has secretly sniffed you before maybe once or twice. Once when you stood in front of him in line waiting to order, chatting away about some imported Ecuadorian Chocolate you ordered when someone behind Luca bumps into him, causing him to stumble forward just a bit but successfully stopped himself but he was so close to you now, close enough that he caught a whiff of coconut and almonds. It was on his mind for the rest of the day, so much so that he got inspired to make dessert.

T = Taste

I've mentioned before but Luca can be a bit gluttonous and is rarely satisficed with one round of tasting your sweet wetness all over his tongue. Your taste alone inspired three dishes from the chef!

U = Unfair (How much they tease)

A menace actually. He's cool as a cucumber most of the time because he's already thinking ahead. Some days he'll tease you for a bit just to set the mood but there have been days where he would tease you all day, offering you cheeky remarks and lopsided smirks at you trying to get him to fuck you after teasing you all day.

V - Volume

He isn't the loudest per se but he does let out groans and grunts. Whispering dirty things in your ear about how gorgeous you look taking his cock, how good your tight walls feel, and how he wants - needs to hear you make those pretty sounds over and over again louder.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Luca is a romantic. It's hard to tell and took you a little by surprise but it's there! It's the little things that he does and the thoughtless effort he puts into ensuring that you are happy.

X - X-ray (How big is he?)

Luca is around 7 inches hard and thick god bless. He gives me the vibe that it's not that big of a deal to him what his size is but finds it amusing that you practically drool over it.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Luca's sex drive is above average but he has more self-control to never push anything. Plus, he's often too busy to really think about the last time he got laid.

Z - Zzzz (How quickly are they asleep afterward?)

It takes him a while to fall asleep afterward so he's always up to cuddle and talk but he's mostly to head to the kitchen for a snack before getting some sleep.

[cloudy-em]

Luca x Reader - cam girl SMUT

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, lingerie, dirty talk, online sex, toys, sub!reader, mild voyeurism, masturbation, light sir & chef kink

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

When Luca first discovered Y/N's cam page, he closed his laptop and pushed it away. She was his coworker, the saucier, and he wasn't sure he could face her in the kitchen if he jerked his dick to her videos. But he couldn't help the way his cock throbbed more in his pants. He had always found her quite attractive, and she would never even know if he had watched her videos or not.

So, he opened his laptop again, tugging down his pants and boxers, and clicking on her first video.

She wore a dark red lingerie set, the lace hiding her breasts and mound from view.

"I've waited all day to see you," Y/N's voice purred through the tiny laptop speakers. "I'm so needy without you, d'you wanna see?" Luca found himself whispering a "yes" in response, knowing fully well she couldn't hear him. But she began to strip on the screen, her tits on full display. Luca's cock strained, and he teased the head, wishing he could play with those beautiful tits, worship them with his mouth. He watched in awe as she stripped the panties as well, her soft pussy visibly wet and a cute red jewel tucked tightly into her ass. He watched as she grabbed the dildo from off screen running the length up her cunt to collect her wetness.

She spread her legs for the camera to view, and Luca could only focus on what it would be like to eat her for hours, keeping that beautiful cunt wet 24/7 for his use.

"Ah," her voice echoed through his bedroom. "You're so big, sir!" He watched her tight pussy struggle to take the dildo at first, having to work it into herself. Luca thought about destroying her with his size, her pussy would gush just to try and take his whole cock. She'd feel it in her stomach while he fucked her, moaning nothing but his name. On the screen, she thrusted the dildo in her cunt.

"Oh fuck, please sir, please cum inside me!" she begged over and over again. "Cum inside my pussy please!" Luca tugged his dick harder, growling aloud in his empty apartment, promising to fill her hungry pussy with his load. He imager her calling him chef instead of sir, and he only felt his cock get harder. He released on his hand, jerking himself beyond his orgasm.

He felt dirty masturbating to his coworker, but he couldn't help but feel it might've been the best orgasm of his life.

Thus began his ritualistic masturbation to her videos every evening after leaving the restaurant.

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part 2???

[makethiscanon]

Ask For Angela: Barman!Gally x Reader

Barman!Gally who's working a double because his shank of a co-worker pulled a sicky.

Thirteen hours in, and two broken glasses under his belt, suddenly you're at the bar asking for Angela.

Shuck knows who that is but she doesn't work here.

You're looking perplexed, asking for her again with more determination, your gaze flickering behind you constantly.

He figures it's a prank and tells you to get lost.

"Please." You beg. "Angela. You know? Angela?" You lower your voice. "Don't you have the Angela thing here?"

You shut up when a guy comes to stand beside you, his arm snaking your waist.

Gally notices your shift in attitude, cocking an eyebrow as he pours someone else's order.

You're still looking his way. Eyes pleading. Doing your best to shuffle from your date's grip.

... oh. Angela.

"Angela wants to speak to you out back. Do you wanna come through?"

Gally opens the bar gate as he speaks.

You nod.

You try to shuffle through but your date isn't having it. He tells Angela to come out here if she's so desperate to talk to you.

Suddenly you look terrified.

Gally's working a double. He doesn't have the patience for this.

As your date takes hold of your arms to stop you getting free of him, Gally reaches across the counter.

Without a second thought, he bounces your date's head off the bar.

As other patrons shout and squeak in alarm, Gally escorts you through to the back.

He sits you down in the break room and grabs you a glass of water.

"Does that slinthead know where you live?"

Shaken by the events, you can only shake your head.

Gally orders you a taxi and sits with you in the back until it arrives, happy to let his co-workers take the flack for his absence.

He let's you out the back door when it arrives, and walks with you to the taxi to make sure you aren't followed.

"Take care of yourself. Make sure you block that guy, yeah?"

Gally feels uneasy sending you off alone, but he's got a job to do, and a mess to clean up back at the bar.

He doesn't expect to see you again.

Imagine his surprise a few days later when you show up at the bar with a bunch of flowers to say thank you.

Imagine his even bigger surprise when, on inspecting the gift, he finds a card with your phone number on it nestled amongst the flowers.

Well done Angela, you wonderful woman.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[fairmerthefarmer]

Narnia is my go to world when I wanna just practise character design.

The silver chair is also great cause it doesn’t have a movie really so the design can be my own (except for the bbc version, but I didn’t really watch those growing up. Just read/listened to the books a million times and watched the Disney/Walden movies.)

Anyway this is mostly Jill, love her so much.

There’s more down here

I saw an aesthetic board one time and ran with it, and it’s also just practise on drawing hair with a tighter curl pattern, idk if it quite counts as Afro hair though. Also I like her being a redhead.

Puddleglum I’m still working on, clothes are hard!! I love fantasy character design in general but I find it difficult to imagine what clothing the characters would wear, it makes me feel like I wanna take a whole ass historical/fantasy clothing course or something.

Also I can’t make up my mind on how I wanna do his hair. I’m definitely taking influence from the illustrations in the book. Anyway love frogman and he must be tall and lanky and I’m just going from there.

I am happy with how the clothes look especially given my insecurities about clothing design for characters, I feel like she looks like a little hobbit! (I imagine her and eustace and puddleglum bundling up quite a bit for most of their travels.)

I also did an alt version of her hair cause I prefer the curls myself, but I don’t know what black hairstyles would have mostly been in London at the time? I feel like relaxed/1940s wavy style hair (whatever it’s called) would be more accurate but idk. I think both work for her character, I think they express different aspects of it.

The school outfit was very rushed, I mostly know if I were to develop it more I’d want it to look frumpy and awkward especially cause it would (in theory) contrast to the narnian outfits. I still have the travel outfits full though cause generally the journey in SC is kind of gloomy in vibes. Harfaang (harfang? Idk) is LOOSELY Nordic inspired except i really didn’t do that much research. Also those sketches are the earliest ones and they’re from long ago so I may revisit sometime and change things.

My headcanon/thing that I do with most narnian as in Cair Paravel clothing is that it’s embroidered with things like flowers, trees, leaves, natural things. As well as royal and foresty ish colours. So I tried to at least make harfaang clothes different from that, and some geometric detail in the dress. Also the dress was green in the book illustrations so therefore it’s green.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race & all/any size reader, requests are open!

a/n: all characters are over the age of 18. Your current relationship is after the Scorch Trials 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

🌿ESTJ 🍁Hufflepuff 🔮Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Taurus Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

⭑ You were in the girls’ camp, made by WICKED. It wasn’t a terrible life, but one that was disruptive and very uncertain.

⭑ I feel like you would be medjack or what the girls called it, a healer. 

⭑ You somehow knew that certain herbs and flowers would be able to help in recovery, sleep and any other issues. 

⭑ Your camp survived the glade, however you did lose some good friends as they sacrificed themselves for your freedom. 

⭑ You were absolutely LIVID to find out the truth and actively wanted vengence for your lost friends. That’s how you met Gally. 

⭑ In the rebellion camp, you and Gally got to know each other. You bonded over your shared experiences and shared how you escaped. 

⭑ You running to him and him picking you up and swinging you around

⭑ BTW Gally is like 6′3 or something...

⭑ I feel like you guys would get drunk together and be all giggly 

⭑ You’d be great friends with Thomas and Newt

⭑ Feeling sympathy for Teresa - she thought she was doing the right thing

⭑ Liking Brenda, A LOT. Like becoming really good friends. And Gally would get jealous

⭑ Having PTSD from the maze, camp and everything you’ve been through. Helping each other when panic attacks happen as well

⭑ He is VERY protective of you 

⭑ so GODAMN LOYAL

⭑ Will jump in front of a bullet to save you

⭑ Will fight anyone who makes you feel shit

⭑ Knowing you have each others’ backs. 

⭑ Growing together - finding out your likes and dislikes. Becoming an individual, but together

⭑ I feel like Gally is definitely a drama queen and WILL overract to certain things. But I feel like he wouldn’t get angry at you, he sees you in such a way where he doesn’t want to lose you. I think a few times you’ve told him it’s okay to be real, honest and get angry when he feels that way. 

⭑ Play fighting/wrestling 

     “Oh you think you can take me on princess?” 

  “I know I can.”

⭑ Making him grin like an idiot whenever he sees you

Relationship tropes: 

Two people who seem so tough on the outside but together are total nerds and giggle dumbly with each other

 Cool & Stoic (Gally) x Bubbly Ray of Sunshine (You) 

Having a ‘i thought I lost you’ moment where it feels like it’s just the two of you. You’re both crying and grabbing at each other, making sure they don’t have wounds

[anundyingfidelity]

please send some adam warlock ideas, headcanons or something, bitches are boring and want to write some more for adam 😢

i'm bitches, thank you

[morgcn]

Touchy - Will Poulter Headcanon

Requests & asks are open

I kinda wanna do a Will NSFW alphabet

I imagine Will is super touchy. Anytime you’re walking anywhere together he’s holding your hand. Or if you’re walking through a crowd either you’re in front guiding him or the opposite. Your body is always pressed close to him when you’re around a lot of people. You know that if he isn’t holding your hand there’s something wrong. Everytime, you know. He could be upset about something or nervous. Will is especially touchy when you get dressed up. He can’t keep his hands off of you, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh in the car or gripping your waist when you’re walking.

[arcadian-litterateur]

spooning | will poulter x reader

Masterlist

summary: a cutesy little drabble about spooning with will

wc: 497

a/n: forgot to post this yesterday as part of his birthday stuff...anyways enjoy this lol

Ever since you'd started dating Will, the two of you had been cuddling all the time. It was your favorite pastime—lying together, limbs entangled, nothing sexual about it; just soaking in each other's presence as you whispered sweet nothings to each other. It was your favorite place to be: in Will's arms, or holding him in yours. Hands running through hair, kisses pressed to skin, sleepy selfies taken. With Will, you were home.

It wasn't uncommon to find the two of you spooning by the end of a cuddle session. You almost always fell asleep with Will pressed into the curves of your back, arms wrapped around you like you were his little teddy bear that he had to keep warm and safe. With his 6’3” frame, he made you feel tiny, but it was a good tiny. A safe tiny. And you loved being the little spoon, being wrapped up safe in his arms, warmth flooding you like a blanket. But sometimes, you wondered what it would be like to be the big spoon.

You got the chance to find out when Will was sick in bed and incredibly out of it, mumbling incoherently about how much he loved you and wanted cuddles and how his tummy hurt. As much as you wished you could take away the pain, you couldn't help but admit that he was adorable like this, asking you for cuddles and kisses. After you washed his face with a cool washcloth, you pulled on your pajamas and started to climb in bed with him, ready to lay his head on your chest when he cut you off with a quiet request.

“Can you—can you spoon me?” You froze, unsure if you'd heard him right. He wanted you to spoon him? “Sorry,” he mumbled when you didn't respond immediately. “Ya don't hafta…” You stopped his apologizing by quickly scrambling around his body, settling him into the curves of your torso as you slid your legs in between and around his. Your arms found their way around his body, one circling his firm chest and the other under his head. Your lips brushed his neck as you reassured him,

“Yeah, I can spoon you, baby. I've always wanted to be the big spoon.”

“Really?” the sick man coughed sleepily.

“Really,” you giggled, pressing a few kisses into his messy hair. Squeezing him tightly, you inhaled his calming scent, burying your face in his back.

“You're like my jetpack,” Will sighed dreamily, causing another chuckle to force its way out of you.

“Your jetpack?”

“Yeah. We can go to the moon.” It was such a matter of fact statement that you couldn't bring yourself to correct him.

“Okay, baby, tomorrow we'll go to the moon,” you smiled against his neck, kissing it once more as you felt his body relax into sleep.

“Yay…” he trailed off as he slipped into unconsciousness. You grinned once more before slipping into sleep yourself. Gosh, you loved this man.

the end

[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter one

summary: leaving your old life behind, you move to copenhagen to follow your dream of opening a restaurant. almost a year after opening, luca's quest for inspiration brings him right to your doorstep.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 2500

a/n: remember when i said we'd get pastry chef luca fanfic whether we liked it or not? well, it seems i can't be normal about anything bc i have an outline of (potentially) 10 chapters right now based on this headcanon. while i try to keep reader characters pretty neutral so that you can picture yourself, i have this reader creating food from her own life experiences/cultures so do what you will with that. also, i tagged some peeps from my headcanon post, but please let me know if you'd like to be removed.

masterlist | part two

He’s in search of inspiration when he finds the restaurant – your restaurant. 

It’s an American stagiaire and a single conversation that makes him realize that he’s missing something – that he’s been in need of something fresh, a new perspective– setting him on his quest. 

The best things are inspired. 

Luca stares at a blank piece of paper for what feels like hours, writing a few things down, sketching up an idea, before viciously crossing them out, hopelessly stuck on new ideas for the new menu. After a few half-baked ideas that go nowhere, It occurs to him that he may be in need of a little inspiration himself. He can’t think of the last time he’s taken his own advice, mulling over the carefully-chosen words of wisdom imparted to Marcus a couple of weeks ago, and he’s determined to change that. 

A review in the paper, an old colleague’s recent trip there, and a glowing recommendation from a close friend are what bring him to the restaurant. 

He’s not sure what to expect – having forgone any interest in cuisine described with the words trendy or fusion a long time ago – but Luca reminds himself that it’s the writer’s word choice, not the chef’s, when writing the article. 

When Luca steps into the small home-turned-restaurant, he’s immediately inundated with a warmth, a homeyness, that takes him by surprise. From the open kitchen, to the golden lighting, it feels vastly different from the classic Danish-style, fine dining establishments that have swept the country. 

But Luca reminds himself that the announcement of noma’s 2024 closure, has shifted the conversation around dining culture in Denmark, and already, he can feel that this is the breath of fresh air that he’s been looking for. 

Luca’s seated quickly with care and hospitality by a highly-attentive host, which he only assumes is a symptom of the fact that he read somewhere that you’re an American. While Danish, the host is boisterous, as if he’s known Luca since childhood. Luca smiles politely in response, graciously thanking the man and his chocolate brown curls. 

The menu is small, indicating that each dish receives enough care to be excellent and he likes that, despite being described as trendy and fusion-focused, your menu is creative. It’s different. It’s inspired. 

He chooses the special of the day: the mapo tofu bolognese – a traditionally Italian concept done from an Asian perspective – and the suggested wine pairing.

It doesn’t take long for him to receive his glass of wine, or his food, and he’s pleasantly surprised by how efficient service seems. Stealing glances through the open kitchen, he watches as you and your sous lead dinner service with a kind of compassionate leadership and playfulness that warms him from the inside out. 

“We recommend mixing the whipped tofu into the dish for a creamier sauce. Skal,” his waitress greets, with a warm smile on her face as she sets down the bowl of noodles. 

“Cheers,” Luca replies, his eyes savoring every single detail of the dish. 

It’s somehow elevated, thoughtful, and elegant, yet comforting all at once. 

Luca picks up his fork, using it to collect a little bit of everything – a perfect noodle twirl with just enough sauce, and ground pork before running his fork the whipped topping – raising the fork to his lips for his first bite. 

As the flavors hit his tongue, he closes his eyes, and it’s as if time has stopped, just for a moment. 

The wheat noodles are perfectly al dente while the whipped tofu is almost ricotta-like, transforming into a silky smooth addition to the dish, cutting the tingle and heat of the Sichuan chili peppercorn-based sauce. 

The corners of his lips turn up as he takes a breath, opening his eyes as he savors the delicate layers of flavors. With a crooked smile on his face, he decides that he’ll most certainly be back next week. 

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You make peace with the fact that tonight is one of those nights – a slow night – as you finish washing your hands. It being a slow night, you’d encouraged your staff to up the hospitality at the pre-shift meeting. Treating guests with the utmost personal touches in an effort to build genuine connections would be the focus of tonight’s slow service. In fact, you and Mathilde, your sous chef, had been running dishes out this evening – something you rarely had the luxury to do. 

“You should go say hello,” your sous encourages, nodding towards the dining room through the expansive window of the open kitchen. 

“Thought it was your turn,” you reply in a casual tone, paying no attention to who she’s referencing.

“No, I think you should take this one,” Mathilde nudges you, causing you to look up. You shoot her a funny look, your eyes flickering over the mischievous expression she has on her face, to where she’s gestured towards. 

“To-?” you begin to ask, before seeing exactly who she’s talking about.

“Ehm. Tall, blonde, and tatted!” she emphasizes in a whisper yell. 

You don’t really need the description as you glance over at the dining room, easily spotting the man seated at a two-seater near the front window.

“You’re right. He’s become a bit of a regular,” you agree with a curt nod that means all business, no pleasure, as you move a few things as you walk and talk around the kitchen, tidying up.

“That’s not what I meant,” she scoffs with a playful eye roll. 

“You know, Jesper thought he was Swedish because… look at him… but he’s apparently a Brit,” she gossips with you, her eyes stealing a glance his way. “We’re slow tonight. He’s here every week. Sure he’d appreciate a direct thank you from the chef!” 

“I-,” you hesitate, wondering why she’s so damn insistent on this. “... yeah, alright. I’ll go.”

“That’s my girl!” Mathilde cheers, in a sing-song voice, she hands you the beautifully plated bowl of pasta to take out to the dining room.

As you walk over towards his table, you make a note that it seems as if the mystery man has made this a bit of a routine. He shows every Saturday at exactly 7 pm, week after week, for the past month or so, as if it’s a standing date he has with himself. After his first visit, you half-expected him to bring a date when he returned, or bring a group of friends, or for something different to happen. 

But it hadn’t and you’ve watched him come in, week after week, with a different book each time. He always orders the special of the day and whatever suggested wine pairing Jesper’s recommended that week.

Most Saturday nights you're busy leading a kitchen or cooking on the line – having little to no time to fixate or wonder curiously over your weekly diner – but tonight’s pace affords you the luxury to spend more time at the front of house. Truthfully, you know it’s the thing that sets you apart. Sure, the hospitality here in Copenhagen is excellent, but you bring an American hospitality-style to this restaurant – and above and beyond mentality – that feels welcoming, personal, even, as if your restaurant itself is just an extension of your home. 

You’ve heard your staff – front of house and back of house – whispering about him, all seemingly enamored and enchanted by the charming Brit. All any of you knew about him was that his name was Luca and that he’s always more than kind to your front of house staff. 

He doesn’t say much when he comes in, you’ve noticed, but every Saturday at 7 pm, he’s pushing his way through the front door with punctuality and a gentle ease.

The whisperings from your staff had all revolved around who your mysterious regular must be: whether he was Danish or Swedish, that someone that good looking must already have a partner, that he doesn’t wear a ring. 

You hadn’t paid much attention to the gossip (or at least that’s what you’ve told yourself) more focused on running dinner service then trying to piece together the story of your handsome, mysterious regular. 

“Hello,” you greet him warmly. “I just wanted to come introduce myself and say thank you for becoming one of our regulars. Your support means a lot to all of us.”

“Hi, I’m Luca.”

You share your name with a smile as he shakes your hand. 

Luca turns his attention down to the bowl you’ve put in front of him, his eyes taking in the beautiful presentation hungrily. 

“Wow, this looks… incredible,” he marvels, returning his gaze back to you. 

“Thank you. I’m sure my front of house already walked you through this but if you’d like for me to-,” you begin. 

“Yes, that’d be great, thanks,” he interjects, a crooked smile on his face that makes your heart skip a beat. 

You have to pull your attention away from him, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re quite possibly gawking at him. 

He’s kind, charming, and he’s easy on the eyes (easy on the eyes, really being an understatement here).

“Today’s special was inspired by a childhood favorite of mine,” you begin, walking him through each component of the dish. 

Crispy Rice. Caramelized marinated trumpet mushrooms and charred broccolini. Your mom’s sauce approached with classic French techniques, courtesy of your sous, Mathilde, a classically French-trained chef. 

It’s a marriage of your story. Of the people around you. It’s your heart and theirs, put into a dish. 

“You’re the chef?” he asks, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. 

“Yes,” you answer, trying your best to get a read on him. 

He balks, and you’re unsure of how you’re supposed to respond. Was he surprised that you’re a woman? That he’s been eating your food the whole time and expected a male chef? Before you can overthink it, Luca clarifies with:

“I’m sorry. It’s just-, I can't think of the last time I saw a head chef work front of house, let alone with this much care.” 

Oh. 

You let down your guard, wondering why you’d assumed the worst when the man’s been nothing but kind to you and your staff so far. 

"We're a little short staffed tonight. And I love getting to talk to diners… especially on nights like this,” you explain, trying your best to sound like you hadn’t just assumed that he was a sexist asshole. 

He shakes his head in disbelief, looking down at the picturesque bowl, then back to you.

Luca is impressed, and he has no intention of hiding it.

He picks up his wine glass by the stem, raising it to you.

"Cheers,” he says. “And thank you. This is a really beautiful dish.”

“Of course. Enjoy,” you reply, giving him a polite smile, before heading back into the kitchen. 

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“Good service tonight, everybody!” Jesper, your front of house manager, announces while clapping a few times to signal to staff that it’s time for a post shift meeting. 

As you all gather in the pristine front of house space. Some of your cooks have taken their aprons off, others haven’t had a moment to unwind from the shift yet – business picking up in the last hour or so of service. 

Jesper goes through his nightly wrap-up notes, celebrating the wins of tonight, and making sure to celebrate how everyone rallied to pick up pace when business spiked. He’s gregarious, larger-than-life, the kind of person who can talk to anyone about anything, making him an excellent front of house manager, and even better sommelier. You really lucked out with the twins, you think to yourself – with Jesper and Mathilde – when they were more than eager to work with you on opening this restaurant. 

“Oh, and before we go, a client left a gift… table number four,” Jesper says, in reference to Luca’s table. He pulls a tan-colored pastry box from another table, setting it down on a table where everyone can take a look. 

“As a thank you. He requested for me to share. So have it and let’s make a note next time he’s in to really treat him like a VIP.”

One of your most-talented servers opens the box, eliciting a chorus of gasps, giggles, and excited whispers as soon as the assortment of croissants and pastries are revealed. 

You and Mathilde exchange a look as everyone else busy themselves with unpacking the pastry box. Mathilde raises an eyebrow and you’re not sure what to say. Witnessing your silent exchange, Jesper makes his way over to the both of you, before extending his arm to reveal the card he’s holding. 

“And this, my dear…” he begins, exchanging a look with his sister. “...is for you.”

“What do you-, just me?” you ask as you take it, hesitantly. 

“I think so, yeah,” he nods, confidently. 

To the Chef, the front of the card reads. 

“Jesper, let’s check out some of these pastries, yeah?” Mathilde suggests, not so subtly hinting towards her brother. 

He nods, giving you a little space so that you can read the card Luca’s left for you. 

As your staff divvy up the box of laminated pastries, sighing with joy as they taste the decadent, hand-crafted sweets, you take a few steps away to open the note. His handwriting is pristine – perfectly neat in every way, like he’s written over carefully measured invisible lines.

Chef,

Thank you for all of the great meals. I'd like to return the favor, that is, if you're open to it. 

Tomorrow. 5 pm. Dronningens Tværgade 2, 1302

While Luca’s gift has been more-than-generous, you find yourself overwhelmed by questions. Was he a chef too? And why had he not said anything? And what was this gesture all about anyways?

You read the card a few more times, turning the words over in your head as you try to make sense of it. 

Mathilde can see your overwhelm, your eyebrows knitted into one confused expression as she saunters back over to you.

“What does it say?” she asks, curiously. “A love confession perhaps?”

“Mathilde, you really have to stop reading all of those French romance novels!” you tease her. “It’s giving you too many ideas.”

“It’s the only way I keep up with my French!” she defends herself with a lackadaisical shrug, earning a laugh from you.

“Uh no… it’s actually a thank you card… only I think he… wants to feed me,” you share with her, holding the card out so that she can take a look. 

“He’s a chef too?” she asks, taking the card from your hands. 

“I think so, yeah,” you reply, letting out an exasperated laugh. 

“Oh shit!” Mathilde exclaims, as soon as she sees the address that Luca’s written down. 

“What?” you ask her, wondering if there’s something you missed. 

“The address… that’s AOC. I think he’s a chef at AOC, babe,” she gasps, shaking her head as she hands the card back to you, sending a ‘you lucky, bitch’ look your way.

Oh shit, is right.

[springtyme]

Firstly, CONGRATS on 2k what the heck!? That is a total dream for my blog!! You absolutely deserve it!!!!

I have come with a ✨Luca request for your celebration ! (Quite a random one, sorry hahaha)

But omg idk if you’ve seen the knafeh pistachio chocolate bars on tik tok?! Not sure if it’s because my period is coming - but HO. LY. SHITE!!!! They look fuuuucking insaaane!!

I know my hubs Luca would see me watching video after video for nights in a row and then one night coming home with it not knowing it was a particularly hard day 💖💖

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ♡

Thank you so much, dear! ♡ And thank you for the request, I was so excited to get to write for Luca. I had to google those chocolate bars cause I don’t have tik tok, and omg they look sooo scrumptious!! ♡

Chef Luca x afab!reader || Main Masterlist || Spotify

summary: Dating a pastry chef comes with it's perks. And 'I love you' doesn't always have to be said with words.

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: Fluff/comfort. Food as a metaphor for love. Mention of periods/cramps.

You are completely drenched from the waist down, the wet denim of your jeans sticking uncomfortably to your tired legs, who feels immensely heavy as you drag yourself up the stairs to your apartment. Finally reaching your door, you fumble with your keys, fingers cold and stiff from the chilly downpour. The lock clicks open, and you stumble inside, dripping water onto the hardwood floor as you kick off your sodden shoes, letting them land haphazardly by the door.

You drop your bag on the floor with a heavy sigh, today has truly been one of those days where everything seems to go wrong. Work had been exhausting and you had been counting down the hours until you could finally escape and return home, then when you finally were heading home and came up from the metro station at Skjolds Plads, the sky had opened up and poured down on you without warning, the little travel umbrella you always have in your bag had saved your hair and made sure your makeup didn’t run down your cheeks, but had otherwise been no match for the torrential rain. It felt like the universe was purposely trying to make your day even worse, leaving you drenched and cold and miserable. And on top of all that your period is coming and you can feel the familiar cramps starting to settle in.

You shred your wet clothes, stepping into the kitchen to throw them into the washer before you trudge into the tiny bathroom. You quickly strip off your underwear and turn on the hot water in the shower, the warm water cascading over your chilled skin, slowly thawing you out. The heat soothes your tired muscles and eases the tension in your body, providing some much needed relief, and for a moment, you can almost forget about the chaos that had been your day.

You let out a deep sigh as you close your eyes, letting the water rinse away the stress and frustration of the day before you begin to lather up your body and scrub away the feeling of being weighed down by the events of the day. The scent of lavender from your body wash fills the steamy air, calming your senses and allowing you to relax for the first time all day.

You finish up your shower and after drying off and putting on lotion you shuffle towards the bedroom, you put on a cosy oversized t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, feeling comforted by the soft fabric against your skin before leaving for the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You fill the electric kettle, trying your best to ignore the pile of dirty dishes in the sink that you had meant to wash when you came home, before placing it back on its stand, pushing the button and watch as the little light turns on, indicating that it’s heating up.

Once the water is ready, you pour it over the tea bag that you have plopped into your favourite ceramic mug, the warm and soothing aroma begins to fill the air as you bring the steaming mug with you into the living room, letting the warmth of the mug seep into your hands as you sit on the couch, the rain still drumming steadily against the window. You take a few sips, before placing the mug on the coffee table, curling up on the couch and wrapping yourself in a warm, cosy blanket.

You miss Luca, all you really feel in the mood for right now is a cuddle, but he still won’t be back from the restaurant for hours. You feel a pang of loneliness wash over you, wishing he was here with you. But you know he is working hard and that a place like Noma is worth the long hours he puts in. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the feeling of loneliness that suddenly threatens to consume you.

You love that he is able to pursue his passion and excel in his career, but some days, like today, you wish he had a more regular schedule, so that you could spend more time together.

You grab your phone, to mindlessly scroll through social media, trying to distract yourself from the pain and exhaustion that weighs you down. The warm steam in the shower had soothed your beginning cramps, but the uncomfortable, dull ache that always warns you of the impending storm in your lower abdomen is starting to make itself known again as you mindlessly scroll through your feed. You try to focus on cute cat videos and funny memes, anything to take your mind off the discomfort.

But it does not take long for the algorithm to begin showing you your latest obsession, and suddenly you are fed video after video of the most criminally delicious looking pistachio filled chocolate treats. You close the app with a groan, disposing of your phone on the coffee table and burying your face in the soft blanket, trying to distract yourself from the cravings that are starting to creep up on you. Chocolate is always your weakness, especially when you’re feeling low, and right now, all you want is a big bar of rich, creamy chocolate to indulge in, but you don’t have any and you are not going outside in this weather again just to go out and buy some.

You close your eyes, letting your tired body sink deeper into the soft cushions of the sofa as you focus on the sound of rain outside, the gentle pitter-patter helping to calm your mind and soothe your nerves. It’s nice, but you are only going to stay here for ten more minutes, then you’re going out to wash the dishes and start the laundry. Or at least that is what you tell yourself.

But as the minutes pass and the rain pounds against the windows, a steady rhythm that lulls you into a state of semi-consciousness, and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep. The warmth of the blanket, the soothing sound of the rain, and the exhaustion of the day is finally catching up to you, pulling you into a peaceful slumber.

You have no idea how long you were asleep for when you are pulled back to consciousness again by the sound of the front door opening, slowly gaining your senses back, and finally opening your eyes as you feel the couch under you slightly dip. You blink blearily, your eyes adjusting to the dim light as you focus on the figure that sits on the edge of the couch by your feet. A gentle hand, squeezing your calf.

“You’re already home?” you murmur sleepily, still feeling disoriented from your nap, but very happy to see him.

“Already? Babe, it’s the evening,” Luca says softly.

“Oh,” you reply, reaching out to check the time on your phone. “I wanted to fix the kitchen before you got home,” you mumble, feeling guilty for having slept the afternoon away and not gotten anything done.

“We can just fix it together.” He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “But let’s do it later, though.”

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of warmth and contentment at his presence. “That sounds good.” And it really does, you normally hate doing the dishes and fixing the kitchen, but doing it together with Luca could never bother you.

“Your tea has gone cold,” he observes, yet he still reaches for the mug on the coffee table and takes a sip, immediately wincing as the cold liquid hits his tongue and you can not help but laugh softly at his reaction. He chuckles as well, placing the cold mug back on the table. “Want me to make you another one?”

“No, that’s okay, but thank you.”

“Then scoot over and make some room for me,” he then says with a tired grin, softly tapping your thigh as you scoot up against the backrest, making space for him to lay next to you. But before he lays down, he puts down the little white pastry box that you hadn’t noticed he had been holding until now, on the coffee table.

He plops down next to you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You lean into him, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against yours, the stress and frustration of the day melting away at his touch. “What’s in the box?” you ask, curiosity piqued as you lean forward, or at least as much forward as possible while being wrapped in your boyfriend’s bear hug, to inspect the cardboard square. It’s not unusual that he

“Dessert,” he replies nonchalantly, not helping in the slightest in satisfying your curiosity.

“Now you are just being cryptic on purpose.”

“I said it was dessert, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry about it until I have gotten some real food in you,” he teases, giving you a playful squeeze and your stomach comes in clutch with perfect comedic timing as it growls loudly by the prospect of dinner. Work had been so hectic that you hadn’t had time to eat a proper lunch.

“Okay, okay, dinner then dessert,” you surrender with a huff. “Want me to whip up something? Maybe pasta?” you offer, trying to be helpful, you are nowhere near as competent in the kitchen as he is, but you can manage to cook a decent enough meal if you put your mind to it and you still feel bad that you have been napping for the last few hours while he has been at the restaurant from dawn to evening and only just got home.

“Nah, you seem tired, let’s just order something instead. Or I can run down to Alanya.” He offers. “Lamb goes really well with pistachio.”

“I can run down to Alyana, I’m the one who has been napping the whole afternoon.”

“That’s just good. I’m happy you got some rest, you need more than you get.”

“Says you?! You’re the one who needs more rest than you get, you have to get up at 4 most days,” you argue.

“I’m used to it,” Luca shrugs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And 4 am is late for bakers, trust me it could be much worse.”

“You’re a pastry chef, not a baker,” you remind him, nuzzling against his broad chest. “You made that very clear on our first date, remember?”

“Eh, I was pretentious back then.”

“Still kind of are,” you tease, poking his side lightly. “But I love you anyway.”

He chuckles, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. You lay like this for a little while until you break the silence again.

“But what did you mean with ‘lamb goes well with pistachio?’”

“Well, we had a bunch of extra pistachios at the restaurant, so…” he loosens his grip on you and sits up, reaching for the pastry box on the table to open it and show you what’s inside.

“Have I been dating a psychic this whole time?” you say half jokingly and half in disbelief, eyes widening in surprise as Luca reveals the content of the box. Inside are beautifully crafted pistachio-filled chocolate bars, each one looking like a work of art. The rich chocolate coating is sprinkled with crushed pistachios. You can feel your mouth watering just looking at them, the cravings you had been trying to push away earlier coming back with a vengeance, yet these look somewhat even more delicious than the ones on tiktok. “I’ve just been thinking about how bad I’m craving these, and I have never even tried them before. How do you even know about these? You’re never online.”

“You watch those videos constantly, how could I not know?” Luca says it with a gentle smile. The soft lighting of the living room casts a warm glow on his face, his blue eyes twinkling with affection. “You should really cut down your screen time,” he teases, disposing of the pastry box again to wrap you in his arms once more in a sweet, lingering kiss. You melt into his touch, savouring the warmth and love that radiates from him. In that moment, all the stress and worries of the day fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and happiness that only he can bring.

As you break apart, you can not help but smile up at him, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness and the way he always knows how to make you feel better. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice filled with emotion.

“Anything for you, love,” he replies, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead, tattooed arms holding you tight as you connect your lips again.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Bound to the Villain

Pairing: villain!Adam Warlock x guardian!gn reader

Word Count: 995

This fic contains: some dark themes, abduction, reader is captive, corruption, evil arc, reader has some insecurities, unbeta'd writing

Summary: You are more than a guardian of the galaxy in Adam's eyes.

Notes: I said I missed writing for Adam so I said yolo and revisited a WIP I thought I had abandoned long ago. It's way different than what I originally planned but it'll do for now. Who knows I might write a part 2 with a little extra something something ;) This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial, who I would like to shoutout for sparking inspiration back into my little brain :)

Your eyes fluttered open to what looked like a dungeon cell. As you gained consciousness, you struggled to remember what happened before you blacked out. All you could recall was fighting alongside the guardians of the galaxy. The reason behind the mission was foggy, along with who exactly you were supposed to defeat. 

Upon realizing your friends were nowhere to be found, anxiety rushed through your system as you tried to stand and run. However, you failed to move further than a meter as the chains around your wrists sent you crashing to the floor. You winced in pain as the metal tugged your skin. 

An ominous chuckle echoed in the room, yet you could not locate the source of the eerie sound. Your head whipped around the room until footsteps against the cobble approached you. 

“Who’s there?” You yelled into the void. A tall man with pure golden skin and wispy blond hair emerged from the dark side of the room. You gasped as your eyes set upon a gem in the middle of his forehead. In fact, it was a stone. A stone you and your fellow guardians were awfully familiar with. 

The soul stone.

Almost as quick as the snap that blipped your friends away, you immediately realized who you were up against.

Adam Warlock. The perfect man from space created to destroy the guardians of the galaxy.  

“What am I doing here? Where are my friends?” You interrogated, masking your fear with an angry voice. 

“No need to worry, my little one,” Adam answered. “Those idiots you call your friends are where you and I last saw them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are on their way to find you. Some heroes they would be.”

Goosebumps pricked your skin at Adam’s pet name for you. Then, your stomach flipped as you worried about the safety of the other guardians. 

Were they really out there looking for you? The whole reason your team had been roaming the galaxy was in search of Gamora. Unlike you, Gamora was a stronger and more skilled fighter. Not to mention, Peter was still madly in love with her and refused to stop searching until she was found. You were intelligent, in fact, the most intelligent of the group. Hence, why you felt like an outcast most of the time, but maybe just this one time, you were wrong.

What really plagued your mind was what drove Adam Warlock to keep you of all the guardians as his prisoner.

“You kidnapped me? Why?”

The golden man laughed, kneeling to your level on the ground. “You know, I always pegged you as the smart one of the guardians.” 

You cocked a condescending smile. “Perhaps their stupidity rubbed off on me.”

Adam matched your snarky smile. “My main purpose may be to destroy you and your beloved friends, but I realized there is more to my being than death and destruction.” His gloved finger lifted your chin up so you were forced to gaze into his eyes. The gesture made your breath falter as his eyes pierced your soul.

“I may be powerful, but I am also lonely. I have desired a mate since my birth and when I was fighting you and those morons on Knowhere, I was instantly drawn to you.” 

You wanted to be infuriated, disgusted even, by his statement. Yet, your body betrayed you as your cheeks warmed up and you arched your back away from the wall. This made Adam’s grin grow wider.

“As smart as you are, you’re not very strong. It was very easy to use my powers against you and make you crumble to your knees. And there is no doubt why.” Adam leaned closer to you. 

“Your mind and heart are wounded. You loved and lost so many that you latched onto others who are as broken as you are. You hide your emotions to avoid getting hurt again. You’re just like me, little one. You’re lonely. But don’t mind that anymore, I can fix all that. Be my mate, and you will never have to be hurt or lonely again.” 

You conjured all of your strength to swing a punch at his face, yet the chains ricocheted your fist back. A frustrated huff escaped your nostrils as your muscles strained from the attempted attack. 

“You know, for someone who was born yesterday, you sure know how to woo a lady. But I’ll have you know, I am not broken.”

The same gloves hand smoothed over your face and down your neck, chills following his touch. 

“You can stop lying to yourself, little one. I may have been born yesterday, but even the dumbest creature to plague this galaxy can spot a broken soul.” Now, Adam’s face was only inches away from yours. His hot breath fanned over your lips as if hypnotizing you to close the space between you and him. 

All of a sudden, the shackles released from your wrists. Yet, you were unphased by your freedom. You should have knocked Adam to the ground and fled the scene before you could get killed. Instead, you gazed into Adam’s eyes, who extended his hand towards you.

“Take my hand. You will never have to experience pain ever again with me.” You found yourself succumbing to his touch, his voice, and his offer. Yet, at the back of your conscience, you thought about the guardians. How hurt they would be to learn that you chose to side with your enemy. All that time becoming a family with them just for it to go to waste. Your mind became fuzzy from this internal conflict.

“So, what’s it gonna be, little one?” 

Your once chained hand interlocked with Adam’s. It felt so natural, and you wondered if you were destined to be the villain. As his plush lips engulfed yours, the darkness clouded your judgment. 

If being bound to the villain was wrong, you never wanted to be right again.

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