Local Problem Child, at your service!

⚜ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧:

He has an inkling of what you're gonna ask him before you even have the opportunity to. He almost immediately weaponises that knowledge of you craving his affection.

"Aw, what's wrong?" "Miss me already?~"

He'll be even more unbearable if you had seen him less than an hour ago prior to you asking him for kisses. If he's in an especially teasing mood, he'll dodge your first few attempts to steal a kiss, just so he could hear you whine. He loves seeing you chase after him.

Definitely will laugh in your face when you pout.

Once your needy enough for him, he'll cave. Pulling reactions out of you amuse him too much. Maybe a little too much.

He'll grab your waist and steal a kiss before you can complain. Then another. Then another. Until he makes you forget why you were complaining in the first place.

He'll definitely make it up to you though for teasing you by giving you the affection you want from him and more. be prepared to not be able to walk.

"You've been following me, little bird~"

You paused in your step, pretending to find the fabric of his tent walls interesting instead. "No, I haven't."

Harlequin glanced over his shoulder, his sharp teeth on full display with his exaggerated grin.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I was just..." you fumbled around for a valid excuse. "... walking."

"Only behind me like a duckling?"

"That's a coincidence."

"Ah," he hummed in mock thoughtfulness. "I didn't know coincidences could last more than ten minutes."

You were silent for a few moments, the tips of your ears burning. "I, um suppose it's rare, but possible."

He laughed, fulling pivoting on his foot to face you properly now. "You're awful at lying, dear one. Leave that one to me."

You huffed, frowning and crossing your arms over your chest. "Maybe if someone paid attention to me-"

"Ah, so you just wanted my attention was it?" he easily cut you off and hummed mockingly, pretending to not know a thing. Who was acting now?

You rolled your eyes. "Don't play dumb, I knew you would figure it out eventually."

"It was rather obvious the moment you started trailing after me like a sad little puppy." He leaned lazily against one of the beams holding his tent up. "So, what do you want?"

"You know what I want," you grumbled. He was so utterly insufferable.

He tapped his chin to make it seem like he was in deep thought. "Do I? Doesn't really ring a bell. Might have to say it out loud, doll."

You glared up at him, an annoyed groan escaping his lips. "You're being irritating!"

"Tch, I have things to do, love," he tapped his foot on the ground at a constant tempo, making it seem like your time was running out. You knew for a fact that he didn't have anything to go and do after this but you were embarrassingly desperate so you humoured him anyway.

"I want kisses," you murmured, your cheeks beginning to colour.

He cupped a hand to where his ear would be, pretending not to have heard what you said, and leaned down closer to your face. "Hm? What was that?"

The pink on your face flared even more. "... Kiss me," you repeated, a little louder than before.

"Louder, doll."

"I hate you."

"No you don't~"

"Ugh," you groaned, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "Piss off. Forget it."

"Oh?" He asked like he hadn't done a single thing.

"I don't want one anymore," you grumbled, turning to walk out of his green tent.

"Aw, sweet thing, you're a terrible liar." He easily caught up to you in two strides and clasped his hand around your wrist to pull you back. "Will you keep pouting until someone gives you attention?"

You let out a quiet 'hmph', and refused to give him the satisfaction of a response. He was simply enjoying riling you up far too much.

And before you could protest against him any further, he leaned down close enough for your nose to barely brush against his face.

"My needy little darling."

A flicker of warmth passed through his green pupils before he closed the gap and met your lips in a long, well-deserved kiss.

His hand let go of your wrist and instead slipped around your waist, effortlessly pulling you closer until there wasn't even an inch between you.

When he pulled back for a small moment, he barely let you breathe before he dove back in for another kiss. The second one was slower and lingered just long enough to leave you slightly dazed when he finally drew back.

A thin string of saliva still connected the both of you, and his grin was so wide. His hands wandered down to grope the curve of your back.

"Mm, forget my plans, I'm doing you next~"

It was safe to say you finally got all the attention you deserved.

🃟 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫:

He absolutely notices you're seeking affection way before you even ask. He's studied a fair bit about humans.

But he's cruel, and he'll let you squirm on purpose for a while. He enjoys making you ask for exactly what you want. He won't give it to you otherwise.

"Use your words." "You're capable of asking."

He'll still make you ask, even if you pout. Matter of fact especially if you pout. And once you finally mumble your request, his arrogant smirk is mocking. He asks you if that was so hard to do.

But if you're having a horrible day and is genuinely feeling needy and not able to deal with his playfulness, his teasing will ease considerably.

He enjoys having control over the interaction.

He'll hook a finger beneath your chin and make direct eye contact with you for a long moment before closing the distance. He would kiss you slowly enough to leave you completely flustered.

Then he asks if you're satisfied, but he knows the answer. He'll kiss you again, without making you beg this time.

Secretly, he loves how much you seek him out for affection. It reassures him that you're choosing him.

"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?"

You flinch a little at the sudden question. Jester hadn't even looked up from the book he was reading, and you nearly thought you had imagined him asking that. Until he spoke again.

"Answer me, doll."

"... I wasn't."

"You have."

The purple clown leaned back in his chair, his eyes flitting up to meet yours across the room. He watched over you for a moment, folding his arms over his chest.

"I know you've wanted something for the last fifteen minutes."

You didn't know how to respond, because as always, he had hit the nail on the coffin. Sometimes you wondered if he knew you better than you knew yourself.

"Subtlety isn't exactly your strong suit."

You crossed your arms too, letting out a soft huff. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No?"

"No."

He waited patiently and silently. Time seemed to stretch, and the room was filled with tension. You cracked first.

"... Ok, fine. You're right," you grumbled quietly.

The curve of his lips told you that he knew you would cave. And that he knew you wanted something from him. You looked away from him for a brief moment.

"I hate it when you're right."

"I know."

Then he motioned you closer with two long fingers. You obeyed without question, and not entirely because he told you to come, but because you wanted to be close to him. You craved his affection.

Once you were close enough in front of him, he spread his legs wider before patting his lap once in invitation.

You quickly took your favourite seat without a second thought. He tilted your chin upwards once you were comfortable on his leg, the claw of his finger threatening to break your delicate skin.

"What do you want, doll?"

You suddenly felt a little shy under his close and intense gaze.

"You won't get it until you use that pretty mouth and tell me."

You knew he wasn't joking. "I wanted... a kiss."

His smile widened just slightly. "Ah, now that wasn't so hard, was it? You didn't have to waste time ogling me."

You huffed. "Well pardon me, I thought my wishes were quite obvious."

"They quite were."

"Then you could've just kissed me!"

"I could have," he replied easily. "But I wanted you to ask.

You rolled your eyes. But there was fondness in the action. His thumb traced lightly along the smooth skin of your jaw.

"You must be so needy, hm? You've been restless all afternoon," he stated casually. "You wanted my attention so bad, doll?"

Your cheeks burned, it was a little embarrassing how Jester could read you so well like an only book. "... Maybe."

He chuckled lowly, before moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you forward into a kiss. The action wasn't hurried. It was delicious enough to leave you leaning forward for some more when he pulled away.

"... That's all?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

"You asked for a kiss," he replied casually. It was so matter-of-fact it caught you off guard for a moment. Then you groaned.

"Ugh, are you serious? ... I was hoping you'd misunderstand."

He chuckled once more, his other hand coming down to settle on your thigh. "Your requesting skills need some work."

You leaned into him. "Will you kiss me again?"

"If you're good."

"You make it sound like I'm a pet," you grumbled.

Jester slid his hands up your thighs and kissed you again before you could complain any further. And since you asked so sweetly, he rewarded you with the attention you craved. Thoroughly.

𖦹 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭:

He doesn't expect for you to ask him for a kiss, bless him. He freezes up for a second, processing the fact that you were the one who initiated it.

The golden pupils in the slits of his eyes immediately turn into pink hearts, and a faint hue rests on his white cheeks. He looks down at you with pure fondness.

"Of course, my love, whatever you desire.~"

When he does kiss you, he cups your face with both hands like you're something incredibly fragile. He never ever rushes kisses. Every single one would feel intentional, like there's a reason behind every press of your lips.

Expect kisses everywhere. He won't just stop at one, and he won't stop at just your lips either. Forehead, the curve of you cheeks, nose, chin - no where is safe.

He's incredibly happy to indulge you if you've been clingy all day. In fact, he'll be equally as clingy. The needier you are, the more convinced he will become that you are happiest and safest beside him.

He will silently, but eagerly, wait for the next time you ask him for sweet affection.

Pierrot had been looking through the miscellaneous items in your top kitchen drawer. He couldn't help but observe how some things that probably weren't supposed to be in a kitchen had made it to where the utensils were supposed to be.

Every few minutes or so, his eyes wandered away from the drawer to where you were sprawled across the sofa, dramatically sighing into a decorative pillow.

"..."

Then came another sigh, a little louder than the last.

His clawed-fingers dug into his palms. Were you alright? Was his beloved human in pain?

He frowned in concern, quietly walking up to where you lay, your drawer left open and forgotten.

"My dear... are you feeling okay?"

You shift to lay on your back, looking up to find a worried look on the red clown's face. Internally, you were proud of yourself. Your efforts to draw him in had succeeded.

"No..."

He dropped down to his knees in less than a second so that he was eye-level with you, gently pushing the hair out of your face.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright? Do you need anything? Was it that nasty green goblin again? I swear I'll-"

You let out a soft laugh, quickly pressing a finger against his mouth to shush his rambling.

"No, Pierrot. I just missed you."

He fell quiet, his pupils dilating so wide you thought the gold would overtake the black. "... Me?"

"Yes you, silly." You held out your arms out toward him without hesitation, silently asking for a hug. "I want kisses."

He took a long moment to process your words, but the second he did, he pounced on you like he weighed nothing at all.

"Kisses? You want kisses from me?" He asked excitedly like he couldn't believe his own ears. You giggled beneath him, he was acting like an adorable puppy. If he had a tail, you knew he would be wagging it right now.

"Mhm, from you. Please?"

Pierrot practically melted at that soft 'please'. His cheeks burned with a red that almost matched his clothes, and his eyes sparkled with pink hearts.

"Of course, my love, whatever you desire, anything you want."

And then he leaned down to kiss you. The touch was gentle and full of reverence, like he was afraid of breaking you.

And when he pulled back from the kiss to let you breath, he moved on to press soft, sweet pecks to every other inch of your face.

He kissed you like he had nowhere else he would rather be, like this was exactly what he had come into this world to do. So gentle, unhurried and warm.

He was beaming when he was done, so unbelievably happy that you had asked him, and that he was the one you had asked. His arms wrapped around you tightly.

"Please never stop asking me. I want to kiss you all the time."

You smiled down at him sweetly as he rested on your chest, your fingers gently carding through his white strands. He was so utterly adorable.

ʚɞ author's note // heyy, ofc you can submit a request! this is such a cute scenario and tysm to the anon that requested this <3 I was feeling motivated so I did do both headcannons and a small one-shot for each one, I hope that's ok. I also hope I did the prompt justice! if I've made any mistakes please let me know. have a blessed day, angels xx.

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