Please write something about playfully aggressive sex and aftercare with our very special Pale , I really miss your works for him. (Also your babushka rejected Al Pacino?!?)
Please accept these headcanons my dear anon!! (And yeah, they went to school together and did some plays together and he had a huge crush on her but she didn’t like short men lmaooo)
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Pale don’t know how to have any other kinda sex besides playfully aggressive. He’s a big guy, a real big guy, all around and in every sense of the word.
He likes it rough, and when he finds out that you do too, well damn that just about sends him over the fuckin’ moon. You talk about it first, makin’ sure that he doesn’t go hurtin’ you for real, doesn’t go crossin’ any lines or nothin’, but once all the boundaries are established he’s ready to jump in bed every fuckin’ chance he gets!
He likes runnin’ his mouth, even in bed, especially in bed even, when you’re under him or on top of him or next to him and gettin’ fucked out of your mind, eyes rolled back into your head, he’ll smack at your body a little.
He likes watching your flesh move for him, likes gettin’ you all tingly and little shocks of pleasure all over you as your thighs or stomach ripple under his big palm.
He likes grabbin’ at you, shakin’ your head in his hand, barin’ his teeth at ya as you playfully go at it.
Sometimes its more wrestling than it is sex, the way you get your arms wrapped around each other and roll all around the bed, nearly fallin’ over the fuckin’ side of it and everything, but it’s always with deep rumbling laughter in his chest, and bright sparklin’ smiles.
Because of how rough Pale likes it, he takes his aftercare very seriously.
He’ll check in with you, ask if you’re okay, how you’re feeling, what you need. He reassures you that you’re the best damn woman he’s ever met, the best pussy he’s ever had, because you are.
He gets you water and makes you take measured sips so you can rehydrate, coming and sweating and crying as much as you do really takes a toll.
He’ll carry you to the shower or the bathtub if he has to, if your knees are too weak or you’re halfway asleep, he’ll gently carefully wash you so that you don’t have to go to sleep sticky.
And when all is said and done, though he might be a rough and tumble sonofabitch, he cares so deeply for you that the only thing he wants, is to curl up with you in his arms, and whisper sweet nothin’s into your skin until you both drift off to sleep together.
Could you write something about you being on top of Palw, and seeing his reaction? I would love to see the smug look wiped off his face as someone finally takes control over him and uses him to get off for once. Thank you Zannah, we missed you!
Please forgive me how long this took! Thank you for your kindness and this amazing prompt, I definitely want to expand on it in the future it’s such a good idea
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Pale ain’t used to bein’ told what to do. Well, that’s a lie, you boss him around all day long. He always jokes that it’s just because he ain’t a schmuck and can’t say no to such a pretty girl, but... Pale finds that he really gets off when the tables are turned.
Now it don’t happen all that often, he’s too much of a control freak. But sometimes, you’re in a mood where you just want him to shut the fuck up and put that huge cock of his to good use.
You’ll push him down onto the bed and straddle his wide hips as you jerk him off enough to where he’s achingly hard and twitching for your pussy, and when he reaches for you, you smack at his hands and tell him to ‘keep ‘em to yourself mista, this is mine.’
He uses your body to relieve himself of stress all the time, and he finds that he’s so willing to let you do the same. He’s good for it, you both know he is, he’s got the perfect and most delicious curve to his cock that hits your gspot just right when you bounce bounce bounce.
Sometimes Pale will fold his arms up underneath his head and watch you fuck yourself, as you set the pace and the rhythm to be exactly what you want it to be.
Other times, he’ll whimper and whine and bitch about how he wants to touch you or kiss you or switch positions so he can really take control, not really getting that no Pale, it ain’t your turn to take control.
He thought it would be hard for him, but it feels so fuckin’ good to let you take over and let himself revel in the sensations.
He jokes about it, “hey i don’t mind one bit if you want to do all the fuckin’ work i’ll be a pillow princess just like you are every other day of the fuckin’ week sweetheart no problem”
But he always, every time, comes so hard when you do this, that if you weren’t completely and totally blissed out, you’d probably tease him for it.
Hiii there. I was just scrolling my life away and I came across this tiktok from @angryreactions and is this guy angrily hiping this girl decorating a cake and idk it gave me major Pale vibes!! lol Thought I’d share with you, hope you are doing well Zannah, love youuu, bye 🥰
Hi! Okay I love this so much and I know it’s not a headcanon request but I couldn’t help myself lol
After such a long career working in the fine dining industry, Pale’s developed certain standards -- both for food prep and presentation. Which means he usually just does everything himself, because it’s easier than to have to rely on someone else.
But when you move in together, you begin to surprise him with little treats and meals that you’ve made so he doesn’t have to worry about cooking right when he comes home.
Most of the time, he’s out at work so he can’t be there with you when you cook or bake, but on the very first time that he catches you in the kitchen, he goes through the 6 stages of grief in the span of like 10 minutes lmao
First is the shock = “sweetheart what the fuck do you think you’re doin’ in here? you ain’t no housewife or nothin’ you don’t gotta be workin’ over a hot stove.” and he’ll shove himself between you and the oven to kiss you all over.
Then the denial = “nah no fuckin’ way you ain’t doin’ all this for me, i don’t believe it get the hell over here and gimme a kiss”
Followed swiftly by anger lmao = “hey what the fuck -- is this, is that my good fuckin’ chef’s knife sittin’ in the sink? sweetheart you can’t go doin’ that angel it’ll rust this was 200$”
Then there’s the bargaining = “why don’t you let me help ya sweetheart go put your pretty feet up and let me take over why don’t ya?”
Then comes the guilt, “i’m sorry dollface I didn’t mean to be out so fuckin’ late it’s just that the schmucks down at the docks didn’t have the fuckin’ shipment when they were supposed’ta so I had to go meet with some other guy and -- ” and you just smile and shake your head fondly at him.
Until finally, he’s come to accept that you’re in charge of dinner tonight...and the dessert that follows.
Cue him angrily hyping you up as you decorate your cake !
Hi so glad ur back hope u r having a great weekend so far 😄if ur still doing headcannons how would pale take care of his girl if she got a little to carried away on margarita night with the girls 🥴 would he be upset or think ur funny when ur tipsy
Hello my dear anon! Please accept these headcanons :)
He worries about ya, ya know. Not that you ain’t a big girl who can take care of herself or nothin’, but New York ain’t the safest place to be these days. The 80s are a lotta things, but well, let’s just say it isn’t no walk in Central Park.
So when you go callin’ him at a bar somewhere, with the laughter of your girlfriends in the background so loud he can barely hear you askin’ to please come pick you up, he’s outta the door right away.
He even gives up his nice parkin’ spot for ya, that’s how much he cares about ya, about keepin’ ya safe.
He’s not upset, nor does he think it’s funny, he just wants to make sure you’re okay and that he can get some food in ya, some water and get you to sleep.
He’s a slimy, greasy, seedy sonofabitch, but he ain’t about to take advantage of ya, no matter how long the two of yous have been together.
Sometimes he even has to carry you up the walkup to your apartment, if you’ve had enough to drink.
He sometimes gets a little annoyed at how he has to ask you a question a coupl’a times for you to actually know what the fuck he’s talkin’ about, but that ain’t your fault, so he doesn’t do anything more than harmlessly complain about it.
But no matter what, he’ll always come get you, he’ll always pick you up so you don’t gotta walk home alone or take a taxi someplace.
He loves to see you have fun with your friends, and he loves knowing he’s got you safe and sound when you’re finished.
So a little bird told me you’re second favorite boy is pale?? maybe spending an soft evening with that grumpy man? Love u very much, hope u feel well!! 🥰
Pale doesn’t really do soft, if you asked him.
He’ll say he doesn’t like to be touched as he’s winding his arms around you for a hug, as he’s backing you into a corner or pushing you up against a wall to shove his face into your neck.
He’ll say he ain’t one for petnames as he calls you sweetheart angle dollface baby come here and taste this would ya?
He don’t like covers on the bed or sheets or nothin’ because he gets too hot, he’ll complain as he tucks you right up on top of him, one of your hands resting on his stomach as he settles your head on his chest.
He ain’t gonna turn into one of those fuckin’ middle aged sad saps who spends an evening in playin’ cards in the living room, as he deals out a deck.
He says there ain’t nothin’ on TV to watch and no one should rot their brains away in front of a screen, as he asks you to check the guide for when that movie you like is coming on while he pops popcorn on the stove in the kitchen.
He don’t believe in heaven, but he’ll ask you to stand out on the fire escape with him and count the stars, make the constellations with your fingers while he smoke a cigarette and asks all the stories behind them.
He ain’t romantic, but he’ll light candles and play music real fuckin’ soft and tug you close to him and dance with you in the moonlight.
He’s not soft, he’s not cuddly or lovey dovey or into any of that bullshit -- if you asked him.
So, you’ve learned to stop asking, and simply enjoy all the soft cuddly lovey dovey bullshit that he loves but won’t ever admit.
ooh i’m so excited! this is the first sleep over i participate!! could u please write something related to how Romantic pale is but would never admit it?? or anything with pale really ahaha. love ur writing bye xoxo
Pale is ridiculously romantic.
He ain’t got the most conventional sense of romance or nothin’ though, don’t go expecting no
It’s little things. Things like bringing you flowers, things like grabbing the fuckin’ waiter by the front of their shirt and demanding there be a lit candle on the table when the two of yous go out to dinner.
It’s bigger things, like the way he surprises you with gifts, always blows it off by sayin’ shit like ‘nah it don’t matter how much it was as long as you like it maybe you should put it on, why don’t ya gimme a show sweetheart’ or takes you on surprise trips to some warm tropical location where he can watch you stretch out on a beach somewhere.
It’s in the way he always gives you his jacket when he sees you shiverin’, it’s the way he smacks your hand away from door-handles, how he barks at people to get the fuck outta your way because you’re ‘a lady goddammit fuckin’ assholes don’t know how to step aside for a lady?’
He does so much shit for you, he’s got so much love to give and he’ll be damned if he don’t make sure you know exactly how much he cares -- how much he’ll do anything for you, anything at all you just gotta snap your fuckin’ fingers and he’ll be at your beck and call.
But does he say any of this shit? O’course not. ‘Course not, that’d be fuckin’ ridiculous.
But it ain’t about the sayin’, ya know? It ain’t about the declarations or nothin’, even though he does give those sometimes too, if he’s a little too hopped up or dragged down.
It ain’t about the sayin’, it’s about the doin’. It ain’t about what he promises, it’s about what he does.
Hello! Thank you for a double feature! So kind and so appreciated! So pretty please if you find the time or have the will, maybe something on Pale and what you do/say that makes him actually belly laugh since we all know our Jersey boy doesn’t really do the smiley, fake laughing to be polite thing. There has to be a few things that he really can’t hold back a genuine, hefty laugh at. Thank you angel! :)
Pale, despite what anyone would think or say about him, has an amazing sense of humor. It’s not your average stand-up-joe-schmo-schtick or nothin’, but he’s really fuckin’ funny without even meaning to be, and he’s always got you laughing about something.
And by that same virtue, he loves to laugh, if he thinks somethin’s funny. He’s a big brash loud kinda guy, very story-oriented, he tells a good story. For fuck’s sake the man once made you cry laughing by describing to you a trip to the post office, and not too many people can do that. So he loves a good story too, loves getting invested in all the details that you tell him.
And boy do you have stories to tell! Your life feels like a sitcom sometimes, feels like it’s gotta be scripted, like you’re constantly being punked with some of the bullshit that goes on.
He gets entranced by the way you go on and on, your timing is excellent, your punchlines always land, but even just your mannerisms, the way you talk with your hands, the way your facial expressions work in tandem with the words has his loud laughing, belly laughing on the couch while you walk back and forth in front of him and tell him about your day.
He loves to talk but so do you, you both could go on for hours and hours and sometimes you do, sometimes you get him laughing so much that he has to put his hand on his side and brace himself, his nose scrunched up and all his crooked teeth on display.
And when the story is over, when the monologue is done, when the last laughs have been exchanged, he’s giggly for the entire rest of the evening, scooping you up and carrying you over to the bedroom to chuckle against your lips.
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Flip is not a good singer and yet somehow, he is always the first person in the station who is roped into performing for the CSPD’s many public service announcement plays that they do in all the elementary schools.
Sometimes they make him dress up, like in the play that they did for food safety, and Flip had to be Windermere, a giant ketchup bottle.
Flip hates doing these plays, and yet he never ever says no to them, no matter how stupid or ridiculous they make him look.
The amount of photos of Flip in outlandish costumes that you have is probably enough blackmail material for the rest of your life (not that you’d ever need it)
Pale loves to argue so much that he’ll argue with himself.
He will, completely unprompted, start complaining and bitching to himself, and he will then respond to himself from a different and opposing point of view.
Sometimes he gets so mad with himself that he’ll storm out of a room and go out onto the fire escape to chain smoke while he grumbles about how he hates how I’m always so fuckin’ smart, why do I gotta be right all the time what a pain in my fuckin’ ass can’t a guy catch a fuckin’ break
You have to like drag him back through the window otherwise he’ll sulk out there for hours and get too cold and then he’ll bitch about that too
