Since Casper has never fallen for a mortal before and is/was a workaholic, he’s inexperienced in all matters of intimacy, especially physical.

Like, if you’re not his first kiss then you haven’t kissed him yet levels of inexperienced.

The first thing you two do, after you’ve pushed him down on your bed with glee, is kiss. And it’s okay! He has really soft lips, and it’s a simple peck, so not a lot to mess up there.

It’s when you try to do deeper, longer kisses that his inexperience shows.

Should he be tilting his head more? Should he push more against you- oh god there’s your tongue, in his mouth, feeling around, does he do the same? Where does he put his hands? 

You have to really walk him through it and be patient about it. His tongue work is going to be awkward and sloppy, and you’re gonna bump teeth the first couple times, but he’ll eventually get the hang of it. 

You’ll also have to remind him that he’s allowed to pull away so he can breathe. His face is cute when red, but you don’t wanna see if it’s just as cute when it’s blue. (I mean, it’s not like it’ll kill him, but still...)

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think his flushed face, wet lips, and panting were cute though. 

Hickies are fun. It’s super easy to leave teeth marks and suck bruises on his pale skin, and it’ll make him whimper as you do. Tease him about how flustered he is over a couple love bites, and he’ll get pouty and deny it. 

In fact, he’ll wanna mark you up as revenge, but he also just only learned how to kiss like ten minutes ago so he’s gotta learn how to give hickies too. He gets frustrated when he sucks on your skin but not enough to leave a lasting mark. That said, it is fun to do, and your skin is so soft against his tongue and lips, so he’ll keep trying. 

He sits back all smug over finally leaving a bruise, but his neck is covered in teeth marks and bruises. Please, please bully him about that. 

I need to stress this right now: you can tease and bully him as much as you want, do not degrade him.

The harshest name you can call him is a slut, but it has to be wrapped in praise (i.e. “such a good little slut…”). You could probably get away with calling him pathetic in the heat of the moment every now and again, but that is it. He will not react well to degradation. He wants and needs to be praised.

Play with his hair. Pull on it so you can tilt his head back and leave kisses all over his neck and jaw. Kiss up to his ear to tell him what a good boy he’s being, your sweet little reaper. He’ll melt right then and there. 

Constantly feeling you up, it’s both his attempt at teasing you (especially with his cold hands) but mostly just him trying to figure out what he’s doing. If you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you, then he’s gonna be white knuckling the sheets. 

Another easy way to get some really pretty noises out of him? Play with his chest and nipples, they’re very sensitive. 

He’s ashamed at how easy it is to get him hard. You don’t have to do that much. Just straddle him and make out with him for a bit, let him touch your body or play with his hair. You’ll feel him press against you in no time, and he’ll whine at the friction of his pants against his cock.

Just whatever you do, don’t touch it. Don’t feel it, don’t rub it, and absolutely do not grind against it. Not unless you want him to cream his pants immediately. (Let's be honest: you do.)

Actually, you won’t even need to touch him to make him cum. All your teasing, your kissing, touching, the warmth of your skin and smell of your shampoo and your hands running through his hair and the sound of your voice, it’s too much.

You’ll feel his hips jerk and back arch, and he’ll make the prettiest little noise you’ve ever heard. It’ll take you a moment to realize what’s happened, your eyes trailing down to see the wet spot where his cock is pressed up against his pants. 

When you do finally let his cock out, it’s rock hard, dripping precum, flushed a pretty shade of pink and has a patch of white hair at the base. He keeps it well maintained, which you shouldn’t be surprised by considering his thorough skincare routine. 

Any and all bravado is out the window the exact moment you touch his cock. Whatever insult or snarky comment he had on his mind or smug look on his face is immediately gone once he feels your fingers graze it. 

You can tease him as much as you want when he’s like this and he won’t do anything about it. Can’t do anything about it. He’ll be a whiny mess for you whether he wants to be or not, but in the moment, he doesn’t care as long as you touch him. 

It won’t take much to make him cum, just pump your hand up and down while you kiss and bite at his neck, and tell him about how cute he is right now, how good he is, how he can just relax because you’re gonna take such good care of him. 

The only reason he doesn’t immediately cum is because he’s masturbated to the thought of you before so he knows what it feels like, but his “self care” is nothing compared to you yourself actually touching him. 

He will immediately cum if you go down on him. With your hand it was one thing, but your mouth is so warm and wet and your tongue feels so good he can’t hold back. 

His hips will buck up reflexively, shoving himself deeper inside by accident as his cum shoots down your throat. He’ll babble apologies profusely for it but is immediately cut off by his own sobs when you keep going.

God it would be so fun to overstimulate him. He’d be crying, tears in his eyes, babbling about how it’s too much, it feels too good, and his body’s shivering and writhing because it doesn’t know if it wants to get away or if it wants more. 

Edging would also be fun, just to hear him whine and beg for you every time you brought him to the edge, only to slow down and pull back. He’s pleading with you to let him cum, please let him cum, he’ll be good, please. How can you say no to that face?

Since you’ve treated him so nicely, it’s only fair he returns the favour and goes down on you too, right? Right. 

You’ll have to talk him through it, how you like to be touched. Go ahead and grab his hair, use it to really guide him by pulling his face closer to your sex. If he’s not all mushy by that point, he’ll tease you about being needy for him (like he’s one to talk…).

Sucking cock is simple enough, though you can see in his eyes he’s a little nervous about it. He’ll slowly pump his hand up and down as a tester, gauging if you like what he’s doing and if he should go faster. He’ll then stick his tongue out and hesitantly lick the tip, and that surprised look on his face when you moan is to die for.

It’s enough of a push that he’ll take the tip in his mouth and lightly suck on it while stroking you, and every time you groan about how fucking good his mouth feels, it encourages him to take more of you in his mouth.

Be vocal with him, but most of all, be patient. Tell him what he’s doing right and what you want him to do, guide him by his hair if you wanna, but don’t expect him to be ready to deepthroat you yet. He’s still gotta work on that, so just savour the feelings he’s giving you now.

Let him know when you’re going to come, and more importantly, where, because otherwise he won’t know what to do. If you don’t wanna cum in his mouth, he’ll pull himself away and keep jerking you off until you cum. Try not to cum on his face, as tantalizing as the sight is. You can maybe get away with it once on purpose, or if it’s an accident.

Casper’s not a spitter, but he’s not a swallower? He actually doesn’t know what to do when you cum in his mouth. He’ll literally sit there with his mouth full and dick hard just staring at you until you either tell him to swallow or give him something to spit in. Call him a good boy when he swallows. Or if he doesn’t. Just call him a good boy either way.

It takes him some time to figure out how to eat you out right, but luckily for him it still feels really nice when he’s practicing. 

His fingering technique needs a little work, mostly because he’s very unsure of himself. One’s not enough, two looks and certainly sounds good on your end, does he need to add more, or will that hurt? He wants to make sure he’ll fit when he gets to the big finish, but three fingers feels excessive, unless you like that? Is he going too fast, too slow, too deep, not deep enough? Does he curl his fingers here? Oh, you squeezed his fingers just now, that means he’s doing something good, but what’s he doing?

Thank god for the clitoris. Finds it without you having to guide him because it’s literally at the top, it’d be harder not to find it. All you need to tell him is your preferred pace and he’ll rub at it with ease, taking immense pride at how quickly you fall apart with that dumb little smile. (Just ignore him grinding against the bedsheets or stroking his cock, he’s totally in control right now.)

Kinda like with giving head, he starts with little kitten licks to your clit before getting more confident as he listens to your moans and praises. He’ll especially love it if you push his face into you so he can suck and lick harder. He’ll groan against you unintentionally, but when he hears the sound you make at the vibrations of his mouth, he’ll latch onto your clit and start humming and sucking as hard as he can.

Loves the feeling of you cumming on his tongue. The way your hips buck up, the way you tighten your grip on his hair, grinding against his face, your juices slathered all over his lips and tongue, gods he’ll never get over it. He’ll clean you up with his tongue and sit up, trying to look smug, but he’s not fooling anyone with the flushed face, the hearts in his eyes, or the wet patch on the front of his pants.

He’ll think you’re weird if you wanna kiss him after he goes down on you, but quickly shuts up once you plant your lips on his. Your tongue in his mouth is a very compelling argument.

Now comes the part he’s been most excited and nervous for; actually being inside you.

You are taking the lead regardless, because he doesn’t know what to do. Well, he knows, but he’s not fully confident in his abilities.

Just lay him back, tell him all he has to do is relax. You’ll take such good care of him.

He is tense when he feels you straddling him, your bare sex rubbing up against his teasingly. He wants to tell you to get on with it already, but his mind is in a daze and the only thing he can focus on is telling himself not to cum yet, you haven’t even put it in.

He’s gripping your bed sheets or your hips as tight as he can when he feels you finally start to sink down on his cock. He can cover his mouth, grit his teeth, whatever, but you KNOW that boy is whimpering inch by inch.

It’s enough that once you actually make it to the base, he’s reduced to the most pitiful mess of a grim reaper, trying so hard to keep what little composure he has, and the two of you have hardly started?

He will not last long in this state. The feel of your tight warm walls hugging around him so tight, and the way you move up and down his length is too much for him to handle.

He’s sorta sensitive about how quickly he cums, so you have to be careful about how, when, and if you tease him about it. You can tease him when he creams his pants, so long as it’s along the lines of “you feel that good already?” 

When he cums prematurely inside you, be gentle with him, coo in his ear that it’s okay, it happens sometimes, you’re happy you make him feel so good, he’s being such a good boy for you.

And then you milk that poor boy for everything he’s worth. Watch his teary eyes roll back as his hips buck up to meet yours, shooting load after load until you’ve drained him of everything he’s got. He’ll be incoherent, sobbing and muttering “please please please” because it’s the only thing he’s able to say.

Hold his hand.

As if this google doc I’m writing in isn’t long enough, let’s talk pegging.

He’s going to be nervous about bottoming, he won’t even pretend he’s not. He doesn’t really know what he’s getting into, but he’s willing to try so long as you talk him through what you need to do.

In theory it’s all good, until he has your fingers thrusting into his hole, pressing into his sweet spot while you purr in his ear about all the things you’re going to do to him tonight. He really should have seen that coming considering it’s his Sunshine we’re talking about here, but he’s in too much pleasure to complain.

He’ll be too embarrassed to be face to face with you, so you suggest doing it from behind. Again, great in theory, until you have him face down ass up with your chest to his back. This position is arguably more embarrassing, but Casper is also stubborn and at least you can’t see his face.

Kiss all over his neck and shoulder blades and along his spine, it’ll make him shiver.

You have to take it really slow at first, of course. It’s his first time doing something like this, and you don’t wanna hurt him. Once you’ve slowly inched yourself to the base, give him a minute to get used to the fullness.

You’ll start slow and soft, but you don’t have to stay that way. In fact, he’ll love it if you start going faster, harder, deeper. He wants to feel you hit his prostate again and again, making him see stars every time you do.

You don’t even need to touch his cock, he’ll be falling apart anyways with the way you fuck him, but it’s so fun to overstimulate him anyways so go ahead, jerk him off while you do it.

He’ll try to muffle his sounds in the pillows. Sure, you can let him because it’s honestly really cute, but you can also pull him away by either tugging his hair or grabbing him by the jaw and lifting his head up. He’ll be a drooling, teary eyed mess, but he’s your teary eyed mess. Make sure you tell him that.

If you can, don’t be shy filling him up either. When he’s all fucked out, the feeling is absolutely addicting. Will probably get grumpy about the mess once he’s in a clearer headspace, but he’s also not gonna tell you to stop.

Oh, he’ll be nothing but mush when you two are done the deed. Not only is he too tired and blissed out to move, but he’ll be so cuddly and sweet, murmuring about how much he loves you and how good you are to him, for him. (He will vehemently deny he was that sappy once he’s snapped out of it though.)

Cuddles are absolutely mandatory post sex, he needs a little skin on skin time and to relish in the afterglow before the two of you get cleaned up.

It’s as you two are huddled together under the covers, about to fall asleep, that you hear Casper groggily mumble a little “thank you,” for treating him so well for his first time and showing him the ropes.

He’ll smirk at you and say that next time he’s going to use his knowledge against you, but both of you know that it doesn’t matter how experienced he is, it’s not gonna happen. 

Jester was a monster — a powerful one — but that didn't mean he was immune to pain or the eventual touch of death. Creatures like him could heal and endure suffering in ways humans never could, thriving after incidents that would destroy ordinary bodies. Still, that failure in the circus had truly left him breathless this time. He cursed the world — and himself — for his own helplessness as he leaned his anguished head against the vanity.

He closed his eyes, grinding his teeth at the nagging sensation that seemed to spread with every breath. He didn't notice the moment the door unlocked, nor the slow, precise footsteps approaching him.

His purple garments were stained red, spotted with dark, dried blood that indicated he had been left untended for far too long. You frowned as you took in the scene, quickly kneeling and reaching out to him.

"You are terribly hurt," your voice escaped as a murmur, trembling with shock.

You carefully touched the fabric stiffened by blood, investigating the brownish blur.

"Heavens… why did you wait so long and not call Doctor immediately? This is a nasty wound."

He nodded with difficulty, shaking his head before slowly lifting it.

When he finally did, the details became clear: the small curves and moles on his face, the shifting color of his lips, the long lashes, and the thick eyebrows framing those purple eyes, now weary.

Yet, the spark wasn't entirely defeated. Deep within his gaze, a flicker persisted: pride, possessiveness, and a blatant need for the exclusivity of your attention, even if dimmed by pain.

His true face bore only a thin layer of white makeup, a light powder applied with care. His two violet eyes bore the same pattern the mask replicated. Under the dim, yellowed light of the dressing room, one could swear the expression lines around his lips — marks of a constant habit of laughing at others — remained visible.

You caught your breath as your hand reached the side of his jaw. No matter how hidden and mysterious his true face seemed — and despite the gash in his flank and the vulnerability exposed in that rare moment — he remained beautiful.

Even when, from time to time, his face contorted into less-than-noble grimaces.

"You still haven't answered me. Why didn't you reach for Doctor?" you insisted, cupping his face gently.

Jester huffed lightly, averting his gaze.

"Why would I want to be under Doctor's care like some helpless lab rat, laid out on a cold inspection table, when I can have your undisputed attention taking care of me?" he grumbled, his lips twitching in a brief, stubborn pout. "I figured this was better. Besides, Doctor is busy."

"Busy?" you repeated, incredulous.

"Yes." He rolled his eyes, a glimpse of his habitual arrogance returning to his features. "He’s preoccupied trying to stitch Harlequin’s pieces back together in his office. To no one's surprise, he and Pierrot got into a fight again."

Jester massaged his temple, visibly dazed.

"This time, I couldn't do anything. After all, I’m cast aside here, aching all over."

You watched his face with slight suspicion but nodded slowly.

It was then that he reached for your wrist, his eyes shimmering with focus — and something strangely close to doubt.

"Will you take care of me, my dear?" he asked in a low voice. "You are all I have left now."

You swallowed hard, pulling back slightly.

"Take care of you? Jester, you know I would do that gladly. But I can't do much, and you know it," you reminded him, absentmindedly touching the ruined fabric again. "We need to clean this wound carefully. And in the end, you will have to see Doctor. If this needs stitches, only he can do it."

He nodded, reluctant.

Jester then pulled your wrist to his mouth with an almost sinister restlessness. His cold lips touched the pulsing area in a soft kiss. He inhaled the natural scent of your skin as if it were the only medicine capable of stanching the bleed in his side. The deliberate brush of his nose against the spot was slow and possessive — so noticeable that you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"First, wipe this off my face," he whispered, referring to the makeup, gesturing languidly toward the shelf above you. "You already know where everything is. I just want to rest while you tend to me."

Jester hesitated for a few seconds until the final word escaped his lips. It sounded strange, almost acidic on his tongue, as if he were learning a new, humiliating language just to keep you there.

"Please."

Please.

Please?

Good God. Had you heard him correctly? Jester asking for something — and politely, no less?

You wondered if the blow to his side had affected his head. He never liked asking for anything.

Things were always handed to him with a snap of his fingers. Fear and respect were usually enough.

When you first met him, he was a selfish man, hard-hearted and suspicious to the bone — an inhospitable creature for humans like you.

And yet, somehow, you had managed to fascinate him. He admired you in his own distorted way.

You were his cherished pet.

You stood up for a moment, your heart hammering against your ribs. The weight of that request seemed to float in the dressing room like dense smoke.

Your fingers reached the upper shelf, grabbing the vintage bottle of makeup remover and a piece of soft linen.

As you knelt again, you slotted yourself between Jester's long legs, which were sprawled haphazardly in front of him.

He didn't move. He simply remained there, head tilted slightly back against the table, his violet eyes following your every move with a predatory, yet exhausted, fixation.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. You're so stubborn," you scolded him lightly.

He shrugged, deliberately ignoring the comment.

You moistened the cloth and, with your free hand, held his chin, forcing him to face the yellow light.

When the first touch of the linen hit his cheek, Jester shivered. His claws scratched the wooden floor in an involuntary reflex — the instinctive gesture of someone unaccustomed to being handled.

"It's cold," he grumbled, lacking any real authority. Instead of pulling away, he leaned his face into your hand, seeking the warmth of your palm.

You removed the thin layer of white powder with care, revealing the pale skin beneath. Up close, his expression lines seemed even more evident: fine lines around his eyes, traces of cruel laughter accumulated over time.

There, under your care, he didn't look like a pitiless monster, but a creature who, for a brief moment, had forgotten how to bite.

"You know, my dear..." he began, his voice vibrating against your fingers as you cleaned the contour of his lips. "The Fools tremble when they touch me. They fear I’ll break them if they get too close. But you..."

He opened one eye and captured your gaze with disconcerting clarity.

"You touch me as if I were something that could break. It’s a curious concept. It almost makes me forget that my side is trying to remind me I’m mortal."

He let out a heavy sigh when you finished cleaning his forehead, revealing his face entirely bare. Without the makeup, Jester looked vulnerable — something he clearly loathed, but tolerated exclusively for you.

"Tell me, Jester… how did this happen?" you asked, concerned, as you soaked the cloth again.

He sighed deeply, looking away.

"A sudden set failure," he murmured, his irritation filtered through pain. "One of the Fools didn't properly secure one of the stage pulleys. When the structure was triggered, the weight gave way unevenly. A metal beam came down out of control and struck me sideways, pinning my left flank against the lower frame."

He paused shortly, breathing with caution. "It wasn't enough to crush me, but it tore the fabric, the flesh… and it stole my breath for long seconds before I could pull free. The rest," he waved vaguely at his side, "is written there clearly enough."

You swallowed in silence. The pang that shot through your chest was too sharp to ignore. It had a specific name: pure unrest.

The cloth remained almost still in your hands, though your fingers trembled slightly — whether from anger or dread, you couldn't tell. Perhaps both.

"Then why on earth did you let the Doctor tend to Harlequin first, Jester?" your voice escaped before you could contain it, indignation cutting through every syllable. "Have you lost your mind? This could have ended terribly. Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

Jester clicked his tongue at your tone, casting you a weak look. It was more defensive than defiant. He tried to move, seeking a less painful position, but failed, tensing his jaw before giving up.

"Harlequin was also injured," he replied, lower than intended. "As the leader, it is my duty to ensure he, or any other representative of the circus, receives the necessary care..."

The sentence lost momentum before the end.

"Even if it means..." he made an awkward pause, "...putting myself second."

The final comment came late, almost automatic:

"You would never understand."

There was no real conviction there. Only a fragile echo of something he used to say when he was still certain of his place.

"My God, you are far too headstrong. It’s truly maddening..." You shook your head in disapproval, standing up to grab another clean cloth.

He followed the movement with vigilant — yet almost uncertain — violet eyes.

"Where are you going?" His voice sounded troubled, nearly hurt, as if you were about to leave him there.

You stopped halfway, the clean cloth still in hand, and looked at him over your shoulder. Jester kept his eyes fixed on you, his pupils dilated in a way that wasn't just physical pain.

There was panic there. The raw fear of being left alone with his own silence and the metallic scent of his own blood.

"Jester, I'm just getting a clean cloth," you replied calmly, despite your previous indignation. "I can't reuse a cloth covered in makeup on your wound. Besides… maybe I can find those vials Doctor leaves for emergencies. There must be some around here."

You bit your lower lip by reflex, your eyes scanning his body with critical attention. Perhaps, with the right vial, you could truly help him. Common human medicines likely wouldn't work. Jester wasn't human, after all. That detail mattered.

He, however, seemed little interested in logic.

What he wanted was you there. Close. Kneeling beside him, touching him with those hands that were far too warm for a creature like him.

Jester clicked his tongue impatiently, demanding your attention.

"Don't waste time looking for that specific vial," he murmured, touching the side of the wound with calculated care. "It hurts, darling. Use whatever sterilizer you find. And… water. I need some water."

You sighed, yielding to the chaotic magnetism he exerted.

You grabbed the nearest sterilizing bottle and a pewter mug of water, returning to his side on the floor.

Jester drank urgently, noisily. A few drops escaped the corner of his mouth and slid down his pale neck. When he finished, he set the mug aside and looked up at you.

"Now," he hissed, his voice lower, huskier. "Finish what you started."

You poured the sterilizing liquid onto the clean cloth.

As soon as the fabric touched the open flesh of his side, Jester’s body suffered a violent spasm. He didn't scream — but the claws of his right hand dug into your thigh, gripping the fabric of your clothes with desperate strength.

His face, now pratically clean and exposed, contorted. His teeth ground together as he fought not to pull away.

"Heavens, Jester… I'm so sorry," you whispered, instinctively leaning closer, your breath hitting his feverish skin.

"Don't feel sorry for me," he gasped, opening his violet eyes, now shining with a dangerous mixture of pain and delirium. "You know I hate it when you look at me like that."

He loosened the grip on your thigh — only to slide his hand to the nape of your neck.

The touch wasn't rough. It was firm. Needy. He pulled you until your foreheads touched.

The smell of blood, dust, and the warm scent of your skin mingled. For a moment, you didn't pull away. The proximity was excessive, the silence too dense.

You were the first to move. Not an immediate kiss, just a slow brush of your lips against his, too brief to be comfort, too long to be accidental.

A silent warning.

Jester shivered softly. The second touch came with more intent. Still soft, still contained.

He responded almost without thinking, his lips moving carefully, as if any excess might make you vanish. There was no hunger there yet, just necessity.

When you pulled back a few inches, he still followed you, breathing heavily.

"It hurts so much, my love," he murmured, his voice broken. "Why don't you distract me from this cursed burning… from this gash that insists on reminding me I am made of flesh?"

His fingers rose slowly, tracing your jawline until they brushed your lips. "Drown out my pain with something stronger," he whispered. "An anesthesia all your own."

You blinked once, twice, not understanding. You took his hands and pressed a brief, affectionate kiss to them. Jester let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"Anesthesia? Jester… what are you talking about?" you asked, nervous, with a trembling smile.

"I want you to use me."

His voice came out firm, without remorse. His pupils shimmered as they sought yours.

"Distract me from this pain. Even if it's in another way. I don't care."

You nearly paled. You parted your lips to protest, but he gave you no room.

"Mount me. Be careful, if you wish. If the cut scares you, go slow." His voice cracked into a husky thread. "Let me feel you. Please, my dear."

He was serious. My God. Jester was completely insane.

"Jester, have you lost your mind?" you tried to argue, your voice visibly shaken. "You’ve seen the severity of this. Any intimacy now is dangerous. I won't be the person who breaks you in half over a whim."

He let out an undefined sound — somewhere between a laugh and a groan — and then did something that dismantled your resistance: he rubbed his cheek against the curve of your neck, a gesture of almost childlike sweetness, like a wounded cat begging for contact.

"Don't be so dramatic, my silly little mouse," he murmured. "I am not human. I can handle you. I need to handle you." He lifted his face. There was no more defiance there — only plea.

"Please, be my anesthesia. Use me."

The words echoed in your mind, falling like seeds on long-prepared soil. He had never asked for something like this, so raw, so desperate. Perhaps it was your only real chance to touch the core of Jester.

And all thanks to a Fool's nearly fatal mistake. What a cruel irony.

The weight of his gaze — pain and hunger entwined — made your resistance crumble.

"Alright," you sighed, defeated. "But carefully. If you strain this wound out of stubbornness, I will leave you bleeding alone in this dressing room. Do you understand?"

The relief that escaped him sounded almost like a whimper.

"Yes… whatever. As you wish," he murmured. "Just come here."

He pulled you with unexpected delicacy, tilting your face up to look at him. His fingers tangled in your hair as you leaned in, cautious.

Your touch found his neck; your mouth, almost by instinct, sought his soft lips. Jester moaned low, leaning into you as if he needed that contact to remain whole.

You smiled against the kiss — familiar, dear, even in that chaos. You slid your hand slowly down his pale torso, and he shivered, anticipating pain. You silenced him with a light kiss on his tense jaw.

"If we're going to do this, we need to get these dirty clothes off," you murmured. "Stay still."

You removed every piece of his costume: the stained purple, the gloves, the boots with bells that jingled as they hit the floor. The metallic sound felt like the end of a show — and the beginning of a more intimate ritual, finally shared.

Naked, Jester was a paradox. Imposing and fragile. Long-limbed, white as moonlight, marked by the violence of the stage.

When the last garment fell, only silence remained. Well, and the gash in his side, pulsing in cruel contrast to his alabaster skin.

"You should take yours off too," he grumbled, his voice nearly muffled.

You nodded and undressed quickly, shedding your shirt and trousers. He watched in contained ecstasy, his eyes roaming every curve of your body — familiar, right, yet still thrilling, as it had always been between you.

When you looked back at him, Jester didn't try to hide the wound. He spread his legs just enough for you to kneel between them.

His hands gripped the vanity tightly, his shoulders tense. As you reached toward the injured flank, he denied you with a slow shake of his head.

His pupils were dark, feverish.

"Lick it," he requested, hoarse. "I promise I can take it. Use your lips."

You hesitated. It was insane. Still, the desire to please him won out. You leaned in and, with enough delicacy to draw a sob from him, kissed the intact skin just above the cut.

Curiosity bested caution. Your tongue touched the irritated edge, and then the center of the tear.

The metallic, salty taste of inhuman blood mingled with feverish sweat. Jester let out a strange sound, a short yelp that died in a sigh. He hissed, and you pulled back by instinct, stunned.

He remained motionless, but his tension betrayed him: his claws buried themselves in the floor, the harsh scratch echoing in the room.

You continued, your lips brushing the raw flesh with a tenderness that bordered on cruelty. With every movement of your tongue, his body reacted in small spasms. He wasn't just enduring it. He was surrendering.

"Heavens… it burns, but it’s good," he gasped, his head falling back. "Please, keep going."

You looked up and found those sharp amethysts. Jester's eyes were glistening, discreetly tearful. The sight nearly made you choke. Without a word, you captured his lips again, now with more fervor.

Your tongue slid against his in a slow, wet movement, a deliberate exchange.

You hummed softly, acknowledging the symbolic gesture: you were giving him back his own metallic taste, making him curse and tremble.

Jester moaned, the sound strangely tearful, and his kisses gained momentum, trailing down your nose, over your cheeks, and into the curve of your neck. In a hurried, almost thoughtless movement, he cupped your breasts, pulling them together before lowering his head.

He was beside himself. His hands squeezed with febrile urgency while his tongue traced damp paths across your sternum. There was no gentleness there — only desire. He let saliva pool and then drip slowly between the valley of your breasts, watching with a sickly pleasure as the viscous sheen mingled with your sweat. He spread the moisture with his palms, like a craftsman working living clay.

"Look at what you do to me, love..." he murmured, his voice cracking as he licked his own saliva from your skin. "You leave me raw. Inside and out."

The silent recognition of his desperation made your own eyes shimmer.

You couldn't stand the distance anymore. With an agile movement, you positioned yourself over his lap. Jester grimaced in pain, a look quickly replaced by a sigh that left his lips parted. You slid your body against his, slowly, never quite settling.

The gesture drew a sharp, irritated hiss from him, followed by a firm tug on your wrists that made you startle.

The grip was a clear reminder that, despite his surrender, his submission was not eternal — only circumstantial.

"You like this, don't you?" he hissed, his voice failing as he fought the sting of pain the sudden movement caused in his side. "You must be loving this... seeing your Master reduced to babbles... like a beaten dog, crying and begging for touch."

There was a brief pause. His hand hovered silently over your neck, his voice dropping to a whisper, yet heavy with the weight of a chilling promise.

"Once I am healed, none of this will happen again."

You swallowed hard and nodded immediately, not daring to cross him. You didn't want to waste this rare opportunity. Carefully, you reached for him, stroking him languidly before finally seating yourself fully upon his lap.

The fit was deep, nearly absolute. You both groaned in near-perfect synchrony — the stretch always wide for you, the pain deliciously intense for him in that instant. Jester let out a muffled cry against your neck as his hands snaked up to your shoulders, pinning you in a discreet embrace.

The mixture of sensations — the agony of the wound and the pleasure of penetration — collided destabilizingly in his nervous system. It was the source of that beautiful, pathetic surrender that followed the first contact.

You finally found a steady rhythm, riding him with contained pride. It was then that Jester began to whimper more openly, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, his mouth seeking your skin in damp, desperate kisses. The saliva mixed with the sweat dripping from his forehead created a slippery trail between you.

With every movement, you noticed the skin around the gash stretching dangerously, the inhuman tissue fighting to hold together under the pressure. The blood trickling down was enough to cause alarm — but his constitution remained firm, as if Jester’s very body fed on the torture.

He let go of your thighs, bringing his hands to his own face as he arched his body. He tried to cover his mouth with his palm, but he couldn't drown out the sounds of pained satisfaction escaping his throat.

They were sounds you never imagined hearing from such an arrogant creature. High-pitched, sharp, almost melodic moans; a vulnerability in timbre that was almost feminine.

The sight of his ecstatic expression and the sound of his voice made you moan too, your head spinning as you fought to maintain your balance. Seeing him so drunk on pleasure meant that any break in that perfect rhythm would be punished. With complaints, with harshness. And you didn't want that.

Not when he seemed so dear, almost tender. Almost obedient.

"Ah, damn it... harder. Harder!" he whimpered, arching his hips weakly against yours.

You smiled nervously, lowering your head to watch the movement between you. One of your hands distractedly reached for your own body, touching yourself sloppily while maintaining the pace, feeling him writhe beneath you.

Jester no longer seemed interested in commanding. Not completely — at least, not in this moment.

Your mind was already buzzing with desire, nearly falling — in a way that made you almost forget you were having sex with a wounded man.

Jester’s expressions were a delight, in ways that weren't exactly visible when he was the one taking the reins and assuming control. You couldn't deny that you liked the contrast.

Seeing him this way was pushing you closer to the edge — faster than you intended. You couldn't help but wonder: was this how he felt when he did as he pleased with you in normal circumstances? Deeply affected, savoring every reaction and sigh as if they were a relic, a precious prize.

If that was the case, you finally understood the appeal.

Then, in an impulse of dominance, you brought two fingers to his mouth. Where you expected a reprimand, there was surprising consent.

Jester received the audacious gesture with a nearly feverish voracity, practically biting the tips of your digits as your hips collided in a nervous but synchronized rhythm.

He closed his lips around your phalanges and sucked them with a force that made his pale cheeks hollow and his lashes knit together in a subtle, almost candid movement. The sound of the suction was wet and obscene, mingling with the sharp moans he still let out through his nose.

He used his tongue to map every inch of your fingers, cleaning the remnants of sweat and blood with a hungry devotion, his violet eyes fixed on yours, overflowing with a liquid submission.

"Liking the view?" Jester crooned provocatively.

You took a deep breath, a small nod and an intense blush betraying you. You huffed out of pure stubbornness before making an impetuous decision. Your answer didn't come through words, but with a firmer grip around his throat. His provocation was the trigger — and now you wanted to choke that petulant voice of his with his own pleasure.

The moment your hands encircled Jester’s neck, his eyes widened in unlikely shock. But the body didn't lie: the fit of your hand against his windpipe was all it took for his entire frame to have an electric spasm.

His air supply was cut off abruptly, and the shock of interrupted oxygen sent the blood — and what little remained of his sobriety — fleeing from his head. His violet eyes, previously fixed on you with mockery, rolled back, leaving only the whites showing for an eternal second.

You gave a gasp of surprise, laughing breathlessly at the sight.

He stopped sucking your fingers to bite the air, his jaw locking as he emitted a dull, stifled sound that vibrated against the palm of your hand. The pressure on his trachea had transformed his usual mockery into melodic agony.

When his eyes returned from white to violet, they no longer held the glint of arrogance, but only the liquid of adoration. He released your fingers, his mouth open, seeking the air you denied him, and he sobbed low — a sharp, unprotected sound that hummed beneath your palm.

Jester’s hands then rose, not to remove yours, but to seek your wrist and hold your hand in place, a silent plea for you not to let go. He was at the limit, his pale face slightly flushed from the lack of air and the effort.

"Tell me..." he groaned painfully, his voice coming out as a broken wheeze, the tears of pleasure finally overflowing and washing away the almost imperceptible traces of white makeup on his cheeks that resisted previous cleansing. "Tell me you love me anyway... even hurt, even broken... tell me, please."

He didn't just want the sex. He wanted to regain control, however distorted and contradictory it seemed in that moment, knowing he was your object of desire.

He needed confirmation that, even in all his weakness and vulnerability, he was still the center of your universe. Such irony. The usual sadist begging for an emotional collar.

"I love you, Jester," you replied, your voice thick with a nearly cruel tenderness. "I love the monster you are."

The sound of those words was the fuse. Jester let out a piercing scream, muffled by your hand, his body arching in a spasm so strong that the wound in his side finally protested with one last pang of agony. He came with a force that made him shudder from head to toe, his eyes rolling back as he surrendered to the oblivion of exhaustion.

His warmth flooded you, and the shock of that total surrender was the final push for your own peak. You felt his muscles tighten around you, and with a long moan, you collapsed against his chest, your body trembling in perfect sync with his.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by Jester’s erratic breathing intertwined with your own. He let out a low sigh as he attempted to move, withdrawing from you.

Noticing his slight struggle, you helped him, anchoring him with care. His long limbs remained sprawled beneath the vanity, marked by a mixture of fluids: the vivid red of the wound in his flank, the viscous sheen of saliva, and the subtle marks left by your fingers around his throat.

You, on the other hand, felt the warm stickiness of his seed staining your thighs. Slowly, you dismounted and sat beside him with a long, weary sigh.

You both remained like that for a moment. You, with your lips parted — he, with his eyes closed, almost at peace.

Perhaps he was thinking. Perhaps not. Your hand reached out to caress his face. At your gentle touch, he let out a low, almost involuntary purr.

After a few seconds, you finally stood up. Jester’s violet eyes followed your movement, still hazy from the dopaminergic crash, trying to readjust to the weight of reality.

"Don't go far…" he pleaded, his voice lazy.

His hands reached out to catch your arm in a weak gesture, his trembling fingers seeking your skin as if he feared that, without physical touch, he might simply vanish into the shadows of the circus.

"I’m just getting water, Jester. And to clean you up," you replied in a low voice, feeling a pang of compassion that he would surely hate if he were fully conscious.

"Of course. But come back quickly…" he continued, sighing deeply as his hand came to rest, motionless, over his wound.

You returned with a basin of warm water and a clean cloth. You knelt between his legs once more, but this time there was no lust — only the solemn ritual of care. You began with his face.

With light strokes, you wiped away the traces of tears and the saliva that had pooled at the corners of his mouth. Jester closed his eyes, letting out a long breath, tilting his head into your touch in a way that made your chest tighten.

He looked like a broken child and, at the same time, a fallen angel. A creature whose power had momentarily ceased.

"You said you loved me…" he broke the silence, his eyes opening to find yours in a sharp, quiet gaze. "It wasn't just because of the adrenaline, was it? You wouldn't lie to a monster just to make him come, would you, little pet?"

"I didn't lie," you answered almost immediately.

You ran the cloth over his neck, cleaning the reddish marks left by your own hand.

Jester let out a weak laugh — more of a performance than true irony.

His free hand rose to your cheeks, slowly lifting your face.

"So, now I know what keeps you here," he murmured. "And don't worry… I won't let that go to waste."

The threat sounded empty, devoid of true venom. It was almost a distorted promise of comfort.

You reached the wound.

The bleeding had stopped, but the skin around it remained irritated and vulnerable. With patience, you cleaned the area with diligent care, ensuring that no remnant of your indulgence would aggravate the injury further.

When you finished, you helped him lean back against some old cushions on the dressing room floor.

Jester immediately pulled you down, forcing you to lie with your head resting against his uninjured chest. His heart was still beating fast, a frantic rhythm echoing against your ear.

"Stay. Sleep against my heart," he hissed, possessive, wrapping his arm around your waist in a jealous embrace. "You can drag me to Doctor's tent later."

You thought about protesting, but your gaze only softened. You settled carefully against his chest, not wanting to disturb him further.

just a fun little animatic i decided to with the freak circus members lol

B = Best friend 

He's pretty awkward at first considering the fact the only best friend he ever has is Hyugo (and Hyugo mostly carries the conversation.) He's an amazing listener however and would only speak up if you want him to.

C = Cuddles 

Wants to cuddle, loves to cuddle, doesn't matter if he's the big spoon or the little spoon as long as he gets to burry his face on your neck.

D = Domestic

He's a househusband believe it or not, if his lover is the bread winner you don't need to worry, he can cook, he can clean, he'll do anything.

E = Ending

Breaking up with him? Oh no dear that's not an option! You're with him forever! Didn't you both agreed to that in the beginning?

F = Fiance(e)

He's very loyal, he has been dreaming of seeing you for a long time, he has been imagining how your life together would be like and has trained himself to be prepared for anything. As long as he's yours with the ring he has been saving on your finger.

G = Gentle 

He's very gentle, he may flirt at times (that's because he wants to see your cute reactions and various expressions). Emotionally he's very emotional if it's about his soulmate, for others? He doesn't care. His soulmate is basically his switch.

H = Hugs 

He likes hugs! But you can do better than hugs right? (Greedy smh)

I = I love you

He's be a stuttering mess at first but once him and his soulmate are in an established relationship, he'd rather hear you say the 'I love you' while he express his love in other means.

J = Jealousy

Green is the color of envy, green is his favorite color, what are the odds! He gets jealous pretty fast, if he's beside you, he wants your attention on him alone.

K = Kisses

Despite the lip piercing on his lip, his kisses are gentle, his lips are soft and loves kissing their soulmate on the neck, on the top of their hand and on their cheek. (His favorite is of course the lips).

L = Little ones 

He's not really fond of children, he's rather much get a cat than a child, but if his soulmate wants a child then he'd probably just allow one.

M = Morning 

Sol isn't a morning person (funny cause his name literally means sun), he tends to sleep in and not greet the morning rays.

N = Night 

The night is where he is most active, he can work, he can watch a movie, he can work- He can make you feel good-

O = Open 

He doesn't like talking about his past, his walls are all the way up, he'd rather talk about his soulmate more than himself since his isn't as interesting as his soulmate.

P = Patience

He doesn't get mad at his soulmate quickly, he's usually patient but his delusions often fight against it. He will give his soulmate 3 chances before he'll snap.

Q = Quizzes 

He remembers everything, your birthday, the day you met, your favorite color, the day that you both kissed for the first time-

R = Remember 

The day he met you and the day you two became a couple is his favorite moment.

S = Security 

He is very protective. In public, he would send glares to whoever set their eyes on you while his hold on you tightens. Once you are both alone, prepared to have a very clingy 6 foot tall man beside you and never leaving your arm.

T = Try

His dates are quite simple, like going to the movies or having a night out and watching the stars but he will make it special despite the date being simple as cuddling on the couch.

U = Ugly 

He doesn't like getting bruises especially on his face, and especially if his soulmates stares. He'll get insecure and try to cover it up.

V = Vanity 

He is concerned about his looks but because of his late night work he often doesn't get enough sleep, and he would be scrambling the next day to get to school. He would often look at his very dark eyebags and how it looks bad and would probably take some time to even fix his sleep schedule. (He didn't mind the bags afterwards when he keeps seeing people simping over guys with eyebags on the internet and thought you'd like that feature too).

W = Whole 

He believes that you're the other half of his life, he is your soulmate after all.

X = Xtra

He knows how to ballroom dance.

Y = Yuck 

If they are testing his patience. He loves his darling to bits but his patience can only take so much.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleep? What sleep? (He would cuddle with his pillow and pretend it's his soulmate until he falls asleep.)

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A = Aftercare 

He's very clingy, he'll be glowing, a big grin on his face as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

B = Body part 

He loves his soulmate's neck, their shoulders and their inner thigh. He'd bite and leave marks to show his love.

C = Cum 

He likes seeing his soulmate covered with his baby batter, on their chest, on their back, he'll have another hard on if he checks their hole with his cum drooling out. On another note, he also won't mind being soaked by his lover's love juice, he might go without washing it off which of course he's gonna be forced to clean eitherway.

D = Dirty secret 

Is it even a secret at this point. Sol would change his pillow case to his lover's used t-shirt and cuddle with it, maybe hump on it when he gets heated up like a rabid dog in heat.

E = Experience 

He's a virgin with nothing but porn to help him.

F = Favorite position 

Missionary/Mating Press - He gets to hold you and be near your face while doing it.

Cowgirl - He's a sub, he loves seeing you on top of him.

G = Goofy 

He's quite serious, he'd probably be in a daze while doing it, his eyes half lidded and his breath hot, still couldn't believe he has you in his arms be it on top of him or below him.

H = Hair 

He is well groomed, he cleans himself quite often.

I = Intimacy 

He's silent most of the time, if he gets too emotional he'll be grinning like a goof and maybe tear up a bit.

J = Jack off 

He'd be whining and moaning his soulmate's name in soft whimpers as he jacks off, squeezing his dick and imagining it's his soulmate squeezing him tight.

K = Kink

Pet play, treat him like the dog he is, maybe up a leash on him using his collar like choker.

Scent kink, he loves the smell of his soulmate, this is what makes him rile up half of the time.

L = Location 

Nothing else beats the bedroom. But if his lover keeps riling him up, he would drag them to somewhere private (be it in the damn woods if you will) before diving in.

M = Motivation 

If his soulmate keeps teasing him and won't stop, especially if it gets too sexual, it'll be quite hard to contain himself.

N = No

He's very gentle, he doesn't like slapping his lover. In return, just don't wrap two hands around his neck, he isn't fond of getting choked with the use of hands.

O = Oral 

He loves seeing his lovers various expressions, he's the giving type.

P = Pace 

He'll go slow at first, making sure his soulmate is comfortable before going. Once he gets lost in the moment however he'll go fast, his mind going blank and all he could think about is knocking their lover up until they think of nothing else but the feeling he's giving to them.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If his lover jerks him off, especially if it's in a public place, he's the whimpering type, he'd be clenching to whatever he could hold on, he'd start begging to hurry up and let him cum. (don't tease him too much, he'll get back to you ten fold.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not really adventurous when it comes to sex, if his lover wants to try however then they'd happily let them as long as he agrees to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how riled up they are, he can last multiple rounds, you'd be surprised how much stamina he has.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't use toys, his lover's used clothes are enough.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Now this is the part where he'd start his payback. If his soulmate teased him within the day that made him drooling and sobbing then they better prepare themselves for the night cause he'll be an extra tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

They're really quiet, he'd sob and whine and whimper like a mouse.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He was thinking of getting a frenum piercing and see if his lover would feel that extra bump of the metal.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's flawless, his skin is soft and very huggable with his nipples pierced to match his face filled with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Quite average, if he gets riled up then better be ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

"That's it. Now move your hand here." With the utmost gentility, your beloved hacker moves your fingers along the fretboard until it's in the correct spot. "Just like that."

He gives you enough space to strum the guitar yourself, though his chin doesn't seem to move from its spot on your shoulder. Cold, blue eyes peer down with a look of pride in them as you fumble around with the strings, and [REDACTED] pays no notice whenever you mess up a note or rush through the tempo. Instead, he gives you an encouraging nod of his head and steadily taps your thigh in an attempt to keep you in time with the rhythm.

Soon enough, [REDACTED]'s bedroom is filled with a soft melody, and you beam up at your partner with a wide, accomplished grin on your face.

"Here," Leaning back into the warmth of his chest, you shift the guitar in your shared laps so that [REDACTED] can easily reach over to grab it. "Why don't you play something for me now?"

A look of genuine consideration pulls at their features before they take you up on your offer — gently pulling you and the guitar closer to his chest before peering over your shoulder once more.

It must've been second nature with how easily his fingers fall into place, and before long, the immediate sound of a soft, haunting song starts to fill the once-empty silence once more. Although you weren't able to see his expression, you could tell that [REDACTED] had found their flow state with the steady rise and fall of his chest, as well as how languid their grip on the instrument seemed to be.

After what feels like hours, his melancholic song soon comes to a slow stop — until the only noises left are your shared breathing and the quiet hum of your partner's PC in the background.

"I used t'play that song for my sister when we were younger." He muses, "It used t'calm her down whenever—"

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

[REDACTED] will usually part with a kiss before cleaning you up with a damp cloth or towel — or, if they were a bit rougher than usual, they'll draw you a bath with all your favourite scents instead.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He will forever be a tummy and thigh guy until my dying breath. [REDACTED] loves the feeling of you in his arms, so they'll often find themselves absentmindedly running their fingers up and down your thighs or just pulling you closer by your stomach and giving a soft squeeze. [REDACTED] might also favour your hands too, since he's a really big hand-holder and palm kisser. I don't think he'd have a favourite body part on himself, though he does subconsciously enjoy it when you compliment his eyes. It boosts their self-esteem and makes them feel attractive for once. (In regards to their real self!!)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Similar to his Ren counterpart, [REDACTED]'s cum is very thick and tastes somewhat salty. They enjoy the thought of filling you up and watching it slowly ooze out, and if you can manage to pry it out of him, [REDACTED] might even tell you about how it's always been one of his fantasies to have his cum still inside you while you go about your day. They secretly enjoy knowing that a part of him still lingers on you — as nasty as it might sound.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I already mentioned it in Ren's NSFW alphabet, but he has an entire 4TB harddrive full of photos of you. Most are innocent and harmless, but others are... not so much. [REDACTED] often likes to look at them and fantasise about what it'd be like to help you through those lonely and intimate moments you spend between your sheets.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

[REDACTED] had zero experience prior to sleeping with you, though he does have some idea of what to do. [REDACTED] is much more forward and honest about what he wants (compared to his "Ren"/Haruko persona), so you can expect him to be less timid and shy when he ruts into you for the first time. "Never done this before... 'M glad I get to experience this with you. Can I... put it in now? Or d'you need more time?"

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that involves facing you and entwining your hands. [REDACTED] is big on watching your reactions to see what you like and respond well to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely a lot more casual in bed, but I wouldn't call it goofy or anything. He'll go along with any jokes you make, and will even respond with his own if it fits the situation. But other than that, [REDACTED] tends to keep the moment tender and intimate.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His happy trail is very faint and matches the dark, black hair on his head. [REDACTED] also keeps himself moderately groomed, but if you want him to shave down there, they're happy to oblige.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Extremely intimate. They are always holding your hand, maintaining eye contact, and constantly praising you for how good you feel and how much he adores you. [REDACTED] might not light candles or set the mood with music, but he makes up for it by showering you with love and affection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Likes to jack off whenever you do, just so he can time his strokes with your own hand. Otherwise, if the need ever arises, they'll simply seek you out and ask if you're in the mood to help him out.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

They have a maaaaassive praise kink (giving, but also... he subconsciously enjoys receiving it as well), biting/marking kink, and breeding kink. I wouldn't say [REDACTED] has an exhibitionism kink or anything — but he is down for anything if you initiate it in public.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The hood of Teo's car, Leon's bed, Jae's couch, Violet's gaming desk, Elanor's reception counter, Conan's favourite bookshelf, inside the changing rooms of Kiara's boutique, the staircase in Olivia's souvenir shop, during a phone call with Moth— oh, and on Angel's hardwood floor, I guess /silly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

While they would never force themselves onto you, you could quite literally bat your eyelashes in [REDACTED]'s direction and he'll be rearing to go. Try pulling them in by their belt or sucking on their collarbone if you want to be (carefully) thrown on the nearest flat surface and be fucked within an inch of your life.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes (or more), cuckolding, or anything that physically involves others outside of [REDACTED] and you. Anything that has to do with DDLG/LB or ageplay is also a massive turn-off for them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a biiiiiiig fat service top/pleasure dom at his core, so you know [REDACTED] is all about giving you pleasure. They're more than happy to spend the rest of their days between your thighs, and [REDACTED] could honestly cum hands-free purely from watching you unravel on his tongue. Your pleasure is his pleasure as well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically, it starts out gentle and intimate — but the more [REDACTED] slowly unravels over time, the harder and rougher he'll get. Things like throwing your legs over his shoulder, gently biting your neck, gripping your hips and using you like a personal fleshlight, bucking into you with reckless abandon, etc. Obviously, nothing that would cause noticeable pain — but it's certainly different from how Ren would usually treat you in the bedroom. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They don't mind quickies, but [REDACTED] will always prefer to take their time with you and shower you with all the love and affection they have. He doesn't want to rush your pleasure (and he likes to give you more than one orgasm per tryst), which can prove challenging to do if it's just a quickie. With that being said, they're all for being dragged away to a storage closet for some... fun before work!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Please ask him to go down on you while you're manning the front desk :( He lives for the thrill of it. [REDACTED] is down for almost anything — so long as it doesn't put you at risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At the start of the relationship, they might only last one or two rounds due to their inexperience. But as time progresses, he'll slowly start to get better. But it's soooo hard for [REDACTED] to focus when you're right there in front of him; splayed out perfectly on his bed and letting him bury himself deep inside your warmth, all while you— Aaaaand... Yeah, he's already spent and snoozing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Prior to sleeping with you for the first time, [REDACTED] owned a vibrator, butt plug and fleshlight, which he would use whenever you'd pleasure yourself on lonely nights. They'd prefer not to use any toys on you as it comes across like you're not satisfied with his own hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue — but you could honestly convince [REDACTED] otherwise if you play your cards right.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a complete tease compared to his "Ren"/Haruko counterpart. They will whisper absolute filth into your ear while slipping their hands between your bodies and playing with your sex — before pulling away and innocently asking what you need from him. "D'you want more? Y'gotta tell me, angel." / "That feel good? Tell me where." / "I don't think y'can take all of me, angel. You're practically stuffed full already." / "You're droolin'. Feels that good, huh? Right here?" / "If y'want me to go harder, y'gotta beg a little more. It's cute. You're s'fucking cute." / "Want my fingers too? Tell me where." / etc. you get the point lmao

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

[REDACTED] will babble incoherent words when they're lost in the sauce (lol), but other than that, you'll mainly get soft groans and harsh sighs most of the time. However, if [REDACTED] is bottoming/getting pegged; it turns into bratty moans instead. And if you squeeze his hand or bite his collarbones, you'll have them practically whining into your skin and begging you to do it again.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Started crying when you said you loved him in bed for the first time. And sure, maybe he was getting his tears all over your shoulder — but he also gave you at least seven orgasms that night and a reason to take a day off from work.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Packing an ~8 inch dick (~6 inches when soft), with a cute pink head to contrast the scary vibe of his Jacob's ladder piercings. Girthy enough that you can just barely wrap a hand around it, as well as pale enough to match the rest of his skin tone. Leaks a lot of precum and curves slightly when erect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

[REDACTED] has a high sex drive, but will only indulge in it when you want to. Sex is an afterthought to him, and he won't ever push you to do anything — plus, they're more than okay with rubbing one out in the bathroom to satisfy their urges. But if you're able (and willing) to match his sex drive, you can expect to do it at least two times a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

᥀ Ulquiorra ᥀

As someone who is essentially the very opposite of emotional 99% of the time, he will definitely not be the one to grab your hand first.

If you grab a hold of his hand, he probably does not even react. By now, he is used to your presence by his side, but this initiation of physical contact does leave him wondering as to why you reached out to him like that.

After you explain it to him, he just accepts it and does not think about it too much.

Suddenly, he finds himself waiting for your touch and readily accepting it. He doesn't know shame so when you look like you want to hold his hand while you are with the other Espada, he just grabs a hold of yours himself.

At first, the way he holds your hand is a little uncomfortable. He holds it a little too firmly and in an odd position, his fingers wrapping around yours in a strange way.

With time it gets a little easier and he finds himself drawn to touching you a lot more.

When you lay in bed together at night he traces his fingers over your face. You are beautiful. That much even he can understand. It's not as much of a feeling as it is just a simple fact to him.

Ulquiorra spends hours tracing the bridge of your nose, the round points of your cheeks, and the curve of your lips.

The latter eventually makes him wonder how your lips would feel on his. The thought strikes him one day, when the sensation of your lips under his thumb does not seem to satiate his curiosity anymore.

When he brushes his lips against yours it's a little clumsy. His lips are cool to the touch and you can do no more than blink up at him, flustered by this out of character display of physicality.

The expression in your face and the warmth of your cheek underneath the palm of his hand make the decision for him - That this is something worth repeating, for it seems to make you truly come alive underneath his touch.

᥀ Shūhei ᥀

Shūhei is a bit shy about physical intimacy at first. He likes to take things slow.

On one hands that's due to him just being inexperienced and easily flustered, and on the other hand it's due to him wanting to show you that his feelings are more than just physical.

Do him the favor of being the one to initiate physical contact by holding his hand. He will squeeze right back.

Poor guy's hands become a little sweaty and he apologizes. Reassure him and double down on it. As time goes on he will be way more comfortable with it.

Definitely holds onto your hand whenever it's appropriate. It's a good way to keep you close and to share some intimate touches without being inappropriate.

With time he also becomes a little cheeky. He likes rubbing his pointer finger over the spot where your wrist meets your palm. It tickles and makes you want to pull your hand away. He won't let you.

Sometimes, when you are in private, he likes intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling your hand up to his lips to press a kiss onto the back of it.

Shūhei loves it when you kiss his cheek. It's such a sweet show of affection. He just worries you can feel how his skin warms up under your affectionate touch.

Loves pulling you into hugs. Hugs you from the back, throws his arm over your shoulders, lifts you up in a hug.

He loves all kinds of hugs, especially the ones that feel like the both of you are melting into each other. Those are reserved for quiet times together. For those somber moments after a particularly draining mission. They help him calm down.

A big fan of casual touches too. Whenever you feel comfortable enough to drape your legs over his when you're in private, he feels warmth pool inside his chest.

You are the only one allowed to mess with his hair. He loves resting his head in your lap so that you can play with his hair. It's one of the only moments that allow him to truly relax and calm down.

Shinji: You're sitting on Shinji's lap, hips rocking back and forth, grinding on him. He's got his large hand around your throat, having a firm grip on you.

His lips are pressed against your neck, lips sucking on your senistive skin as you moan softly. His other hand is on your waist as your arms are wrapped around his neck.

You close your eyes for a moment and you get lost in the past. You gasp a little, trying to get out of your own nightmare. Remembering all the yelling and belittling.

"Y/n?" Shinji calls out and you open your eyes. You blink harshly, coming back to reality and you climb off of Shinji. You grab onto a pillow and squeeze it tightly.

"Sorry," you mumble out.

"Hey, y/n...I lost you there for a second. Is something wrong?" he asks with a soft voice that pulls you in.

"Um..." your voice trails off, tearing your eyes away from Shinji. He cups your cheek and turns your face towards him. He brushes your skin with his thumb, tilting his head as his eyes glisten.

"Come on...tell me," Shinji urges you, pressing his fingers to your side to tickle you. Your body jolts and you chuckle, pulling away from him and sniffling.

"Ok...well. It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm honestly am really afraid to have sex," you admit and Shinji's jaw drops open.

"With me? Please, you have nothing to worry about. I will make sure you finish everytime," Shinji tries to reassure you and you shake your head.

"While that's nice, Shinji, I don't mean I'm worried about that. I'm worried about how I'm gonna make you feel. I'm worried if you're even gonna like it," you inhale through your gritted teeth.

Shinji chuckles and furrows his eyebrows with confusion. There's no way you think that he won't like it. He's been dreaming about it for weeks.

"Wow, that's insane to say, y/n or even think. I know that you are going to make me feel very good and I don't doubt it. I cannot wait for the day that you do make me feel good, but there is nothing that I want more than for you to be ready. Let's go at your pace," Shinji offers and your eyes light up.

For Shinji to say all of this is so nice and welcoming. He is nothing like your past and you are so grateful for that.

A smile spreads across your face and you throw your arms around Shinji. He chuckles and hugs you back, treasuring you in his arms.

"Thanks, Shinji. That made me feel better. It's really nice of you to go at my pace," you say.

"Just don't let anyone else know how nice I am," he teases you, squeezing you tightly.

He is never going to let you go.

Shuhei: Shuhei is on top of you, lips melting and smacking together almost violently. His hands are wandering all over your body, at first it feels really good and makes you want more.

Then your mind flashes back to your past, being ridiculed about your performance. You can't help the tears that form in your eyes as Shuhei pulls away from you, breathless.

Your eyes are watery as Shuhei gazes at your puffy face. He pulls away from your face and his eyes widen.

"Oh, y/n. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Shuhei asks, worry flooding into his eyes as he climbs off of you. He sits beside you as tears stream down your face.

"I'm just really scared," you sob out and Shuhei's eyebrows furrow as he inches closer to you. He moves slowly and carefully to not frighten you.

"Scared of what, baby?" he asks, placing a hand on your arm and rubbing it gently. You wipe away your tears and glance into his kind eyes.

Shuhei's face is a bit blurry from the tears scattered in your eyes, but you can still make him out. His face of sympathy and kindness.

"I'm scared to have sex. I know it's dumb or whatever, but it's because of my past. I know that I shouldn't really bring up my past problems because I'm trying to move on, but...it's really hard to," you speak with trembling lips.

Shuhei's lips slightly part open as he studies your face. He can see the pain behind your eyes and how you look so defeated. He hates to see you like this, it just breaks his heart.

Shuhei smiles softly at you, taking him into his arms and snuggling you.

"I don't care about your past, y/n. I'm not like that at all, I promise. You can take all the time you need to. I'm not going to rush anything or force you to do something you don't want to."

Your body fills with relief and Shuhei presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you," you whisper out. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you onto his chest.

"Ok, now let's watch a movie," Shuhei comments as you rest your head on his chest.

🖤Is constantly attacking you with kisses and hickeys. There are lots of make outs so if Renji walks in on you two he should be surprised.

🖤One of his favorite things is to grab you by your waist with his arm when you walk by him and he’s working at his craft desk and sits you up on his lap or pins you on the desk. Sometimes it’s just to say “hi” and other times it’s just for fun.

🖤A cruel jokester at heart so he is always pranking or trying to scare you. His scaring is something as simple as his hand crawling up your back if you wear a backless top. Or just when you’re home alone and all you feel is someone’s arms wrapped around you. Although sometimes he gets Halloween props to scare you, which isn’t fun.

🖤Gosh and his laugh is so obnoxious and it gives you chills because he will usually just chuckle during something sexual which is already enough to make you embarrassed but this is worse! His laugh is like cynical.

🖤Once you realize it’s a joke you are hitting him in the chest playfully since he pulled you into him. And he loves it when you do that. Even when you nudge him or burry your face into his chest of fear or embarrassment of something.

🖤“This isn’t funny!” You’d pout, with his arm around your waist as he just teases you more.

🖤“Awww, you were scared. You even called for me.” He’d smirk seeing your eyes get watery as you looked away. Of course, he’s attentive to your feelings so he will notice. Though of course, he tried to see if he actually pushed the limits.

🖤“Shut up.” You’d say, your hands covering your face. Given how you reacted and how Uta was a sucker for your tears he felt guilty that he made his girl cry, or so he thought. He tends to forget that you love to joke around a lot yourself.

🖤Hearing your little sobs he felt guilty, “Hey, c’mon, I’m sorry baby.” He’d admit taking your hands away from your face only to see you smile and laugh.

🖤“Got you!” You’d laugh, only to make him smirk, “You’re such a liar.” He’d tease before chasing after you around your shared apartment.

🖤You share an apartment, he first gave you the key to his place and the more you spent time together he wanted to move to where you wanted to. But it took a while to convince you to move to the city with him. He’d ask you every day to move in with him.

🖤You are probably an artist yourself so your whole apartment is a studio and has many aesthetic and edgy things.

🖤Like he has candles of naked woman, abstract paintings, photographs of you (preferably nude), plants, and more. ( and he makes more than half of this joke and fully claims that you are his muse.

🖤His nickname for you is "my muse". Like he calls you other things like babe, doll, baby girl or y/n but "my muse" is a special nickname. Mostly because he has never used a creative nickname such as this one. He will rarely use "sweetheart" but he does use it.

🖤If you are an artist get ready for paint wars, color arguments, styling of supplies and the constant request of drawing him naked.

🖤You should also be prepared for all the “sit on my lap while we draw together” times, the drawing games, the “your my muse,” speech, him baringin in your room to ask for critique when your in the bathtub or changing, and the “you are art yourself complements”

🖤When you’re making art he will randomly kiss you which usually catches you of guard and often times make you mess up.

🖤Gosh, when it comes to kissing this man doesn’t let you go, nor let you breathe. He always has his hands on your face which keep you from pulling away, he cups your face and his hands are so much bigger than your face.

🖤Even after he’s given many kisses and you seem to be at loss of energy, he still has plenty of it too keep kissing and make you out of breath. He has a lot more stamina in sex and pda then he lets on.

🖤If the windows are fogged up enough, he writes on the car, "We just fucked" after you two have sex.

🖤Smokes in bed with you while cuddling. He is into drugs and would get you into it for sure.

🖤You trace his tattoos when you cuddle and loves it. He was probably the one to give you your first tattoo. It was probably a little butterfly on your shoulder or chest.

🖤Anyways he is a cuddle monster so you usually become the body pillow but even when he’s not squishing you, you’re the little spoon. Always.

🖤He writes songs and wants you to listen to them. Will write a song about you. In fact, he’d make an album based on your relationship. Always writes messages on the CDs he gives you (like in the photos.)

🖤If you have a significant height difference where you're the shorter one, he loves this. Loves to tease you about your height.

🖤“You’re so tiny.” He’d grin, patting your head in the process whilst you pout.

🖤He rests his chin on your head when he back hugs you. I mean he’ll put things on higher shelf’s if you can’t reach it so then you can ask him.

🖤He’d joke about not seeing you cause he’s taller.

🖤loves bringing you into his chest or torso and then look down at your cute face.

🖤Makes you sit in his lap.

🖤Loves it when you kiss his cheek as a thank you.

🖤Digs your colorful vocabulary too. Its no secret that his partner would curse, however he usually doesn't but is amused by you doing so.

🖤Super playful with you and a dare devil. He will dare you to do things. This was especially before you two were dating and just friends. "Flash the next person you see on the street" he'd laugh.

🖤"Easy," you'd scoff lifting your shirt up to flash a taxi driver.

🖤You once dared him to go streeking, lol.

🖤Likes to take pictures of you two all the time. He has so many of you both being silly instead of being romantic.

🖤Other times they are straight-up sexual. Which he keeps private and to himself.

🖤I mean he has pictures of you two posing shirtless you only have nipple coverings on you, just black x and so does he. But you two are goofing off in the photo.

🖤I mean, you two have suggestive photos where he’ll be gripping your ass or boobs.

🖤He has a lot where you smile too.

🖤Paints you sometimes and he prefers it if your not wearing a lot of clothes. In fact one time he painted you when you were in bed after a night of sex.

🖤This mostly because he thinks you look really hot after that and you look better than anyone else he’s fucked so, he’s definitely painting you.

🖤And when you tried to move he stopped you.

🖤“Uta what is all of this?” You’d say about to move out of bed.

🖤“Don’t move please, I’m not finished.”

🖤You’d smile at this, “okay, I promise I won’t.”

🖤Sometimes you find him painting or sketching something and you usually back hug him before kissing his cheek which he loves. "What are you drawing?" You'd smile.

🖤Anytime you kiss his cheek to say “hi” or “thank you” he really likes it. I mean hell, he even puts his hand on your hip.

🖤It’s one of the ways you greet him when you come home from school/work. Usually he stops everything once he knows you’re home. And he completely focused on you.

🖤Anything you say will be on his mind, and he almost never forgets anything you say.

🖤Though he finds debating with you very fun. Tells you fun encounters he had which are mostly meant to throw you off so that you can just tell him he’s dumb and then laugh about it with him.

🖤He loves making you laugh and he’s pretty good at doing that. I mean it usually leads to you crying because you're laughing so much.

🖤When he teases you, you end up hitting him a lot.

🖤He’s pretty observant of you so notices even the little things, he knows when your upset right off the bat.

🖤You’ll be doing something productive with him and even if you’re acting normal he asks if you’re fine because he knows you. He tries to get your mind off of things sometimes by just talking to you.

🖤When you two have more serious talks he is holding you by the waist, while resting his chin on your head. He rubs your upper arms soothingly

🖤I know most think he’s not big on affection but he can honestly never sit still. He always has a hand on your back, hip, ass, thigh, arm, shoulder, boob, etc. He holds your hand a lot too, especially in public.

🖤Uta isn’t ashamed of PDA he does whatever he wants whenever. So it’s really up to his girlfriend if there’s a limit.

🖤Although he’s more explicit at home with you. I mean he’d literally play games with you just to have sex

🖤But in public he's not ashamed to talk about things with you, like he likes whispering things in your ear to get you to blush. He also likes playfully biting your cheek or ear lobe.

🖤Randomly pulls you away from a crowd just to kiss you and give you hickeys. So many hickeys it’s gonna look like you’ve been badly hurt.

🖤Literally tries to create abstract art of hickies. He’s made them trail into a heart before on your hip.

🖤You’d constantly try to covering up and he’s always teasing you.

🖤“Nice scarf, you plan on always wearing one?”

🖤“Shut up. Maybe I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a leech.” You'd remark.

🖤Buys a lot of crap, and loves to buy you gifts that are such a troll, like a cum rag. One time he bought you a towel that said “cum rag” just for you. “I bought it for when you squirt so I could help you clean up.” He'd say shamelessly to which you'd just hit his arm.

🖤You call him ugly as a joke and gives you the biggest glare ever and he’ll attack you in cuddles or by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

🖤Gosh has tickle-fights a lot, and you never win. He always locks you in many awkward positions and has you squirming.

🖤Uta is very carefree and isn't picky about appearance or have too much preference, he loves all kinds of woman. So he wouldn't care if you are curvy or not, he finds purpose in both.

🖤In fact, if you were flat chested he'd love to tease you about not having boobs. Wholesome of course.

🖤He'd call you a board sometimes to which you just hit his arm, "Shut up, you're even flatter." You'd claim.

🖤Flat or not he still likes grabbing your boobs.

🖤Very overprotective, even if he doesn't always show it. He never really lets you out of his sight, like ever. Even if Uta doesn’t go everywhere with you, he does want to know where you're going just in case.

🖤But he is a little controlling over his girl, and this is mostly because he always feels the need to protect her. He babies his girlfriend a lot, he be littles her often. Which is a sorta is red flag since he thinks you can’t handle things on your own.

🖤He would definitely have an age gap with his partner, say about 5-8 years. Even ten years, where he is older than her. He's not into older women.

🖤Also doesn't surprise you if Uta knew you when you both were younger he just took forever to go out with you.

🖤So he always interviene in a potential fight, when a guy hits on you, etc.

🖤“I told you I can handle it on my own.”

🖤 "No, you can’t."

🖤Even when you’re going into a certain ward he doesn’t let you go alone because he feels like you’ll get hurt.

🖤 "I was just going out."

🖤 "Oh perfect, I'll come with you then." He'd say, grabbing his keys to accompany you.

🖤“Uta, I can go on my own.”

🖤 "It's dangerous, I'm coming with you." He'd insist.

🖤 "I'm not a little girl, I can handle myself. I've walked there many times." You'd eye roll, having enough of his overprotectiveness.

🖤He’d give you one look of disapproval before saying, “Get in the car, Y/n.” He’d place his hands on your shoulders and turn you to the direction of the car before opening the door and nudging you to get inside.

🖤“Seriously? I’m fine.”

🖤“You have to understand something, my girl is my responsibility.” he'd argue.

🖤Speaking of which when he gets jealous, he gets jealous!

🖤He will act very calm with you but between him and other guy he becomes a completely different person. When he’s jealous he asks a lot of questions which even leads him to sound a little snarky which catches your attention. Although he will be very quiet if he's not asking you questions.

🖤You question if things are okay but he brushes it off. As your lover he usually tries to gain reassurance through affection. He sometimes fights with you about this but it's not always.

🖤It's not pretty when you both fight, well, he may seem like a good boyfriend, but your relationship can be abusive. Especially if the two of you are ghouls, abuse is different than the way humans would see it. Either one, ghoul relationships tend to have toxicity. I won't dive deep into this but I think that there are forms of abuse that ghouls may revert to even with their partners, this doesn't have to mean physical, even verbal abuse because again, they are not human. They do not have the same mentality as human beings. If his partner is human its very likely that she has felt abused or mistreated once or twice, if not more in their relationship just by what has said.

🖤For instance, in a really bad argument, he may revert to a threat such as "eating her" when he first met her instead of keeping her around.

🖤If she's a half-breed he'd make harsh comments about her upbringing and if she was a ghoul just like him he'd tell her to not be so soft.

🖤Though he doesn't show his barsh nature to you (he hardly does) if he ever is angry enough, he might. This once led you to call him a monster because he wasn't the same person you had come to know.

🖤He will try to apologize to you after some deep thought, but it takes forever for you to just get to that step with him. There have been numerous times when you've cried yourself to sleep or ignored him for weeks. There are many relapses in this relationship because he is hard to love.

🖤Aside from this, he would do anything for the girl he loves. He's practically blind for her.

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“Uta, I'm pregnant.” You said to him suddenly one day. You didn't know how to tell him. You didn't know the right time to say it. The thoughts echoed again and again inside your head. It was bothering you not to tell him. You were going to, but you didn't know how.

He had been upstairs painting when you approached him and said the words. Uta remained emotionless. You didn't expect him to react. He never did show emotions. However, he didn't say anything or even seem to acknowledge you in any way. Which wasn't like him, or maybe it was, and you were overreacting. You looked at Uta with a worried glance, and you stepped closer to him. He applied a final marking to his painting before setting it aside and wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You didn’t know if you wanted to smile. You couldn't tell if Yta was happy or not. Your heart pounded in your chest. You had no doubt that Uta could hear and maybe even feel the hammering in your body. You looked away. You didn't notice how ever so slightly the corner of Uta's lip lifted into a smile. It was short and quick, leaving as fast as it had appeared. Uta looked at you and gently took your head and made you look at him.

“Really?” He asked with the same curious and interested-sounding tone that he always had when you showed him new things. You knew his curiosity was legit. There was also a hint of another tone that you had only heard a handful of times. Excitement. He was happy to be having a little him. He was also curious: Was it like the kitten you brought him home one day as a surprise? He didn't know the first thing about raising a child. He was afraid he might mess up. His heart fluttered in his chest. He didn't know what to do.

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