Ok have been digging a bit and indeed people seem to ship them. Kinda get it now where to comes from seeing the pics from twitter and this guys obsession with having his shirt off and doing his Little Rock star thing. Kind of makes me sad. Would be such a massive step down from well certain other curly haired boys. But hey would not be the first time someone’s dick takes over the thinking

I mean.... I would be very surprised is all I'm saying, and I do agree that if Louis is in fact out there looking he very much can do better. But whether or not Louis is fucking that man, sending messages like this to him is terrible, can people NOT:

Polnareff N/SFW + SFW Headcanons

I tried to keep this gender neutral, but please tell me if there is anywhere I can improve!

These are headcanons, so a lot of them will only be mentions of the thing happening, not the act, though I did include some small excerpts of acts.

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WARNINGS: Wearing leather (a harness specifically), rope play (ie. tied up), nipple play, use of vibrators, pegging, overestimation, oral, hair pulling.

Word Count: 1380

SFW

Honestly, I think it would take him a little while to work up to being in a true relationship. I mean, small little flings lasting a couple of months, sure, but after Stardust Crusaders, he’d need some time before wanting to settle down. 

Once he does settle, he will do everything to make you happy. Flowers, chocolates, he’ll pick up baking and make you bread. Ask and yee shall receive. Or don’t ask. He’ll probably just get it anyway.

Cute dates to the beach. Picnics under a willow tree. Dancing. Anything romantic to show how much he cares.

THE most comfortable person to cuddle with. He just pulls you in and you’re instantly comfy. Kisses the top of your head when you snuggle into his Polnatitties.

     Polnareff smiles, whispering something in french as he runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head and pulling you into his arms on the couch. You sigh, closing your eyes for a minute and letting relaxation fall over your stress-addled mind. He pulls you in closer, gently squishing you. You playfully struggled to get free, tickling his sides, grinning like a madman when you heard his joyful scream.

     “AHA! No, no please!” He shouted, letting you go. Finally, freedom! You leaped from your place on the couch and ran to the bedroom. He was too quick. You got about 3 steps away before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and spinning you around.

     Polnareff puts you back onto your feet and you share a laugh, peppering each other’s face with kisses.

Loves to cook with you. Totally the type to put batter or something on your cheek just to lick it off. Will melt when you lick chocolate off his lips while baking. Surefire way to get into spicy times.

He loves to play with your hair, especially if it’s long and soft. He’ll braid it, put it in buns, anything. And his fingers feel so nice on your scalp. 

Knuckle kisses, hand kisses, kisses on the shoulders. All good. He loves to give them, loves to get them.

Literally, so wholesome with anything you two do. Just wants you to be happy.

He will eventually open up about his sister and Egypt, it just takes him some time. Polnareff is the type of guy to smile no matter what happens, focusing more on making other people happy than himself mostly because that’s what makes him happy; making people smile. However, once he does tell you everything, he knows he can trust you. He is instantly more comfortable with you, not that he wasn’t before, but now he feels like he doesn’t need to be overly happy. 

He does all the chores around the house that you don’t want to do. He’ll cook for you, clean the house while you sit and relax on the couch.

Loves it when you help him with his hair or play with the bits that hang from his mullet-thing (I have no idea what to call it, but I love it)

100% would take baths with you. He’d buy rose petals, bubbling things, bath bombs, face masks with cucumbers. The whole shebang. Spa-day? Spa-day. 

Like I said before in the little blurb thing. He’s so ticklish. Sides especially. He flops like a fish; just completely loses control of his body and flails. His feet are also ticklish. The best time to get him is when you’re in bed or on the couch; it’s when he’s his most vulnerable. Be warned, he will hold it against you and bring it up later, probably in the bedroom.

 NSFW

Total switch energy, happy in either position, but walk into the bedroom with a leather harness on or something skin tight and he will forever be on his knees ready to do whatever you say. You may have to wipe the drool off his chin.

Tie him up. Please. Tell him he’s doing so well for you and it’ll last only a little while longer. Hook your finger under his chin, force him to look at you and smile oh so sweetly at him. He is putty in your hands.

Nipple play. Suck ‘em, pinch ‘em, pull ‘em, clamp ‘em. Oh, he loves it. Giving, receiving (Especially receiving. I mean have you seen the titties on this man? God.)

Also into using vibrators. On him, on you, anywhere. Loves when you tape it to the tip or use a vibrating cock ring until he’s made quite the puddle beneath him.

     Polnareff looks up at you, mouth open and eyes full of want. His arms are tied behind him, with the rope ends attached to his ankles preventing him from moving and relieving pressure on his rock-hard cock. His muscles are shaking from too much strain.

     You run a finger down his cheek and under his chin to soothe him.

     “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Do you think you can hold on a little longer? For me?” You coo in a hushed tone. He whines and nods his head frantically. It’s already been so long, but you can’t help relishing in his delicious suffering. “Why don’t we turn this up a little more, hm?” You held up the remote for the vibrator taped around the length of his cock.

     You sit on the edge of the bed, a wicked smile on your lips as you turn the dial to a higher setting. His head drops and those delectable moans start falling freely from his throat, getting higher and higher the closer he got.

Man gets pegged/fucked in the ass (if you are a dick haver). I don’t know what else to say. Bend him over and slowly tease his prostate. Oh, he’s gone. His soul feels as though it’s left his body and the only thing that can bring him back is you whispering in his ear about how good he feels or how long you’ve been waiting to do this to him. 

Now, when he is on top. Hooo, boy. He’s either a service dom, making sure you cum before he does, or he’s going to edge you until you beg. The third option is making you cum too much, but that’s reserved for… special occasions.

Like I said, will tape a vibrator to your genitals and leave you needing his touch while he practices drawing or studies something for Speedwagon Foundation. 

Polnareff probably thinks he’s really good at oral, and with some practice he is, but once faced with the actual thing he just… doesn’t know what to do. Not in a bad way, he just wants to do really good for you and make you happy and all of that just really puts his brain into overdrive. 

Once he gets over himself, oh. Ohhh. You’re in for a night. That tongue is just so nice. He likes to go slow, so usually oral is foreplay or a more lazy session. He’s a lot more dexterous with his fingers, so if he’s feeling a little more desperate, he’ll use those to get you off either massaging your g-spot or prostate for an endless amount of time until you make a mess of his face.

He likes things slow and sensual. Feeling up your body, pinching where he knows you love, gently nibbling on your neck and whispering how good you feel in your ear, or how he loves when you moan like that. Loves when you beg him to move faster.

Prefers missionary or cowgirl (riding) so he can see your face, but when you two are doing it doggy style, he’s usually doing it to prove a point. Like, when you’re extremely bratty that day and teasing him with little ghost touches, he’ll pin you down on the bed and slowly tease you to your finish, just to take it away from you.

Pulls your hair, but gently. Just enough to force your neck back, not enough to leave you sore or pull your hair out. Forces you to look at him while he takes you from behind 

Gives you a nice, warm, relaxing bath after rougher sessions, massaging out any kinks you may have in your back or in your wrists. Loooves it when you give him the same attention.

You’re Drunk

A/N: I’ve had this idea for awhile but couldn’t figure out what to write. I drew some inspiration from various tumblrs who did the same/about the same imagines. But all writing is mine - if I can find the tumblrs I drew some of my inspiration from I will add them here later (: A/N: sorry they aren’t all the same length - I had more inspiration or ideas for some more than others.

Alby: The Flirty Drunk You had been with Alby since the day you both could remember - literally. You both entered this torturous lifestyle called the Glade together. You both became interlocked - a balancing act of the sorts.Where you lacked he surpassed and vice versa. So, to no one’s shock, you two ended up getting together within the first year of being in the Glade. Newt was happy for you and the others were mostly happy, some a bit disappointed, but mostly supportive nonetheless. You both had your quirks - Alby refused to eat burnt toast or to shower during the nighttime and you.. well your only major quirk is you refused to ever drink. You were a bit scared of what would happen seeing as you were the only girl and you had previously seen how the boys got... and no thanks. But after sometimes Alby finally convinced you He promised he would keep an eye on you. And that’s how you ended up here - drinking your fourth, or was it the fifth, cup of moonshine handed to you by one of the boys whom you couldn’t bother to even recall. Alby hadn’t seen you do much, just dance by the fire and tell some ‘spooky’ stories to Chuck. But... after that previous glass of moonshine hit you... you were gone. Soon you were dancing with all the boys - pulling Chuck towards you and dancing with him and then with Minho, then Zart, and even Gally, who was confused as all hell. But not only this, you were touchy and feely. You played with Newt’s hair, commenting on how you just loved his accent. You were laying on Minho’s lap, commenting on just how great his butt looked from all that running. Soon, Alby caught on. You were a flirty drunk. He was laughing it off, mostly because he knew nothing would happen, but also because many of the boys had the most bewildered look on their faces once you “complimented” them. And soon, it was Alby’s turn. You managed to work your way into his arms, humming and smiling, your body buzzing from the alcohol and energy from the night. “Mmm..” you mumbled, “you have a great body.” Alby looked at you quizzically, that was a... broad statement, he thought. “Like, your arms are real-ly nice. Ooh! And your abs - Dear God,” you groaned, poking at his stomach, “those are REALLY nice.” And so you went, ranting about anything and everything Alby. He tried to take you to bed, but the other boys kept asking you questions, encouraging you, until Alby was a blushing mess and you were about to pass out a drunken mess. Never again would Alby ask you to drink. Never. Again.

Minho: The Hungry Drunk It wasn’t uncommon for you to have a glass or possibly two glasses of Gally’s ‘special mix’ during bonfires. You enjoyed the laid back feeling you got from it... but after a hard week, a draining new Greenie from last month, and abnormally hot weather, you got plastered. You wanted to be so drunk you couldn’t remember why you got drunk in the first place. And, well, you succeed. You weren’t loud or rude or sexual or giggly... but you were hungry. You were a small person - you often annoyed Minho because you would sometimes skip lunch or breakfast, every now and again going through the day with only a few small snacks. But between working in the heat, being as small as you were, and working around the animals that had some foul smelling lifestyles, food wasn’t too appealing to you often. But drunk you disagreed. Frypan had skewered and cooked some meat, made some small sandwiches, and go stuff out for smores for tonight's bonfire. So far, you had eaten 10 s’mores, 4 sandwiches, and were eating your 5th skewer. Frypan looked at you with wide eyes and then at Minho. “Where does she put it..?” he asked, bewildered. Minho laughed and just watched you. You weren’t getting sick and you were having a good time. He decided that you could have two more skewers and split one last sandwich with him and then he would cut you off... but an entire sandwich and three skewers later, you were dragging Minho into the kitchen, determined to make yourself a grilled cheese before bed. Minho kept telling you that you ate enough, hell, you ate more than Gally, Alby, and himself combined. But you just shushed him, turning on a light and finding some bread and cheese. he just watched you and shook his head. You began “grillin’ yourself a cheese” and one for Minho, telling him random stories, half of which he couldn’t understand. Once you were finished, he picked you up, letting you eat your sandwich as you rambled on. At least he knew how to get you to eat now.... even if he was sure Frypan would kill him if he let you eat that much ever again.

Thomas: The Emotional Drunk Thomas learned early on how you got when you had too much to drink. You seemed to have one of the highest alcohol tolerance known to man, so very rarely could you ‘drink too much’. But four months after you came up, that exact thing happened. After one too many drinks, you were a bit of a mess. You were like a tornado of emotion. It was just you and Thomas, off in your small corner behind the log, talking about nothing and everything, when suddenly you became emotional. Thomas grew concerned... but after several mood changes and the numerous empty cups near you, he put two and two together himself. You went from laughing loudly, talking about how amazing the Glade was, how you loved being a cook and how Frypan was so hilarious and Newt was just so charming and Alby was the perfect leader. Then you would get angry, ranting about how terrible the Creators were. How you hated the stupid maze and how you wished you never existed just to live in this place. Then you became sad, crying quietly, mumbling randomly on and off about how you felt so alone being the only girl, how you wished you got to spend more time with Thomas, saying how you just wanted everything to make sense. This happened for a couple hours, and Thomas just laughed along wth you, calmed you down, and held you through every small, odd turn you had with your mind and with your emotions. He just reassured you that everything would be fine, that you weren’t alone, and he reminded you of what you loved so dearly about your little home in the Glade. It was a roller coaster of a night, but Thomas loved it oddly enough. He loved how you felt so passionately. He loved that you were so wrapped up in your emotions that they drove you through life. Your sadness pushed you to become stronger every day, your happiness encouraged you to be everyone’s friend, and your anger just made you resilient and refuse to give up. You lived a colorful life full of emotion, and Thomas wouldn’t have it any other way. There may be some tears, some angry shouts, and some too gleeful bouts of laughter, but he knew it was all you. So even though you were drunk, hiccupping randomly, and your emotions were just as unpredictable as the Maze, he just held you against him and played with your hair, listening to you.

Newt: The Giggly Drunk All the boys had a newfound love of bonfires, not just for the food, fighting, or alcohol - but also because of you. The boys all learned soon enough that once you were drunk, you became the giggliest person known to man. You would laugh at anything, you would poke Gally’s arms and giggle, whispering “mus-cles”, and would do everything just like a child. It gave the boys something to laugh over and it made them feel more at home, having someone to give them some laughter and make them all feel more connected. So here you were, celebrating the new Greenie, and you were already nicely drunk thanks to Minho, who had given you alcohol before the bonfire even began. You sat next to Chuck, the Greenie from last month, playing with his curls, giggling like mad Chuck just laughed as he watched you. You were like his sister, and you treated him like a brother. You were protective of him and always made sure to check on him throughout the day. And so there you were, fumbling with his hair, attempting to ‘braid’ it, while you giggled wildly as he told you crappy jokes. Suddenly, you stopped touching his hair and sat on your knees, facing him, a child-like joy dancing in your eyes. “Oh Chuck-ie,” you sang. “You wanna know a secret?” you asked, attempting you whisper, although everyone around you heard. Chuck was aware of this and was about to tell you no, no he did not because he didn’t want you to say anything to embarrass yourself. But, as per usual, Gally stepped in, slapping his hand down on Chuck’s shoulder before he could answer. “Chuck would LOVE to hear a secret, Y/N,” Gally said, a mischevious glint in his eyes, “the rest of us will cover our ears, go ahead.” Chuck glared at him, but you just giggled wildly. “Awwe! Gally Gal, you’re just so sweet,” you sighed, but then smiled at Chuck with immense glee. “Anyways, as I was saying,” you began, Chuck feeling his stomach drop, “you know how I re-ally like Newt? Like rea-llly like him?” Chuck felt his heart stop, the normal you would die before you said that out loud, you only told Chuck because he had flat out asked since he always caught you staring at Newt from your spot in the Deadheads where you and Chuck went to talk. “W-elll...” you drawled, “said Newt went into the wrong room last night after that big ole meeting all those smarty Keepers had yesterday night,” you giggled out, nodding as if stating an astounding fact. “He came into my room by mistake, and I was in the corner in the chair, ya’know, doin’ my thing; drawing on some spare paper and such. And Newt was soooooo tired he didn’t see me,” you told Chuck, and everyone else, Newt being one of them while he blushed bright red. “He’s got a lot of muscles,” you continued, nodding, now hugging your knees to your chest, “he got undressed for bed and everything, I tried to tell him he was in the wrong room, but by the time I said anything he was undressed and flopping into my bed. But wa-OH! I didn’t realize just how much muscle he had, did you? I didn’t, nope.” Newt was burning bright and Chuck looked like he was about to cry. Gally was stifling laughter and so was everyone else. “Buuut, I just went to his room and went to bed. I told him this morning I was in the showers and saw he went to the wrong room and just took his bed. He has NO idea,” you giggled, “so shhhhhh, don’t tell him!” After that night, several things happened. One, Chuck became a bit more intrusive whenever you got drunk, Two, you were endlessly harassed by all the boys, and Three, you ended up with Newt. It only took extreme drunkenness and life humiliation, but you finally got to be with him in the end,

Gally: The Honest Drunk Being the only female in the Glade, you became the mother of every single one of the boys. You had a job working with the animals and helping the slicers, but most of the time you were helping in the kitchen, helping the medjacks, or helping Alby and Newt creating lists for supplies and food and the like. You were honestly Mother of the Glade. SO instead of drinking during bonfires, you were typically helping some of the Gladers who decided to get wasted early. You helped them wash off from getting sick, helped them find good ‘hangover’ food and things of the like.  But this time around, all the guys ensured you that you could drink. They all promised to take it easy, and they told you that you deserved to relax after a long and tiring week with the two main medjacks coming down with a nasty form of the flu and just now recovering and having the last couple of Greenies cut themselves up pretty badly while they trained temporarily with the slicers. And ith this offer, you happily obliged.  You may have not been on the best of terms with Gally, but God damn could the boy make amazing drinks. Drink after drink, fight after fight, you were the life of the night. After three drinks your shirt came unbuttoned, after another drink your hair came down, and by the fifth drink, you had lost your pants. Most of the boys were enjoying the view and the ensuing entertainment, Newt was begging you to put your pants back on, but you blankly stared at him, and then grinned widely, grabbing his arms and beginning to dance. You placed his hands on your hips and began spinning in circles, Newt blushing madly and awkwardly trying to get you to let go of him. “Oh Newt,” you said, “you are one of the cutest fellas in here but you are oh so, so awkward.” With that you tapped your finger on his nose and giggled, deciding to go lay on the ground by a log, staring at the fire. “One of the cutest, eh?” Minho said, smirking. “So, who’s the cutest then, Y/N?” Minho probed. You looked up in thought. “Can I only choose one?” you pouted. “That wouldn’t be fair now would it,” Minho mockingly pouted back, “so... let’s start with Alby.” Alby looked from the said, eyebrows quirked, curious but also unintrigued by Minho. “Oooh! He has a real-ly nice voice, ugh, it’s like heaven. And his arms - those looks.. gah,” you explained, making weird hand motions. “Hmm... how about me?” Minho asked, smirking. You looked up at him, smiling drunkenly. “You have a really great ass, Min. That running does you good,” you said, patting him on his cheek, “Oh and your hair. You have great sex hair - just the right length to tug on.” As you spoke you played with Minho’s hair, who had a small blush but an even more noticeable smirk. He glanced around the crowd to find his next victim. “Oh really? Hm.. how about Gally? Do you find him cute, Y/N?” Minho asked, expecting a no possibly. You gasped loudly, getting up and sitting on your knees. “Gally! That’s my answer. He is the cutest. I really like Gally, but he doesn’t like me. But he’s really cute! And nice, he can be crabby, but he’s sweet still - he helps me with the leak in the roof a lot,” you smiled. Minho looked shocked,” Wait... you like, like Gally?” You giggled excitedly, Gally slowly making his way to the front, his arms crossed as he looked on, curious for your answer. “Well of course! Who wouldn’t? He’s a nice tall drink in this shucking Glade. That and have you seen him shirtless?!” you asked rhetorically, putting your hand to your chest dramatically. “I’ll happily take that boy for a ride any day of the week,” you nodded, humming. Silence. Everyone was silent. “Oh! But.. don’t tell him or anything. That might make things awkward, ya’know,” you smiled at Minho. And boy oh boy, could the irony be any richer.