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‎ꫂ᭪݁ Diluc - caramel balayage

Diluc noticed the moment you walked into the room. He doesn't say anything in the beginning, which at first, you assumed it meant that he hadn't noticed.

Men were quite oblivious to matters of the hair anyway, but you had hoped your lover would have picked up on it at least a few minutes in.

After all, it wasn't like it wasn't obvious.

You sit across from him, observing the patterns on the mahogany table and sip your waiting tea as you wait for him.

You wait. And wait. And wait.

To the point you didn't even know what you were waiting for anymore.

Finally, you cave in and sigh. You just wanted a compliment from him. Was that such a bad thing to want?

"Diluc."

When you look up, however, you notice his red eyes are already on you. Staring intently at your freshly done hair.

"Yes, dear?"

"Have you been staring at my hair without saying a word for the past ten minutes?"

His gaze flicked away immediately, nearly forcing himself to look away from the caramel-toned strands woven through your natural hair colour.

"It looks different," he replied.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Yes, that tends to happen when you get your hair dyed."

He hums, apparently deciding not to dignify that with a response. You huff, standing up to leave, a little annoyed at his lack of reaction.

But as you get up from your seat, his gaze follows you again.

The warm brown catches in the light, softening the darker colour of your hair and giving it a golden, honeyed glow. It's subtle, elegant, and completely unlike anything he had seen you with before.

And Diluc cannot stop looking.

"Darling."

You pause at the door, keeping your back to him as your hand hovered over the door handle. "Yes?"

He paused for a moment, the quietness settling between the two of you in a stretch. You nearly opened the door and left before he spoke again.

"I like it."

Finally.

You whirled around at your spot and a small victorious grin plays on your lips. "You could have just said that ages ago, love."

"I just did."

"Yeah, after staring at me for twenty minutes.," you scoffed, walking back to his desk. Except this time, you went around to stand beside him.

His expression turned faintly embarrassed. "Well, it suits you..."

That was apparently all the compliment you were getting, but as you turned to walk away again, you felt his hand gently catch your wrist to keep you there.

"... very much."

‎‎ꫂ᭪݁ Tartaglia - blonde money piece

Your boyfriend was ecstatic.

There was no other word for it. The moment you stepped through the door after returning from the salon, his eyes found you from the other side of the house and zeroed in on the new additions to your hair.

For half a second, he simply stared.

"No fucking way!"

You barely had time to stifle your laugh before he was already zooming across the room and in front of you after five long strides.

"You actually did it!"

"I did," you giggled as the tall ginger pulled you in by the waist, leaning down to get a closer look at the strands framing your face.

"Fuck, you look good." One of his hands reached up to touch the blonde piece, twisting the strand around his finger. "You know..."

"Hm?"

"If I was super cocky, I'd think you dyed it blonde just so you could match with me..."

You raised your eyebrow, looking up at him with a flat expression. "But you are that cocky."

"Exactly. So it is to match me, huh?"

"What, no-"

"It's to match me!" he declared, pointing at the blonde streak in the front of his own hair with the absolute confidence of someone who had now decided this was a couple's matching accessory.

You rolled your eyes fondly. "I just thought it would look nice."

But clearly, he wasn't taking no for an answer. "Sure, sure." Then he dropped the strand in his hand and reached down to take your hand instead, bringing it up to hold it over your head.

"Spin for me, baby."

It was a silly request, but you did it anyway. The blonde caught the light whenever you moved, bright against the rest of your hair. And your sweet boyfriend looked so delighted by it that you couldn't even bring yourself to tease him for it.

“You’ve been waiting your whole life for this, haven’t you?”

“Pretty much,” he replied with an easy shrug, pulling you close to him once again.

“You’re completely ridiculous,” you sigh.

“And you’re so adorable, going out of your way just to match with your beloved, handsome boyfriend.”

“That’s not what-”

Tartaglia grabbed your face and kissed you before you could finish. You were a little surprised, but you melted into it almost just as quickly. And when he pulled back, his lips were curved into a grin like he had just won a battle.

You were still a little stunned to speak, but the ginger broke the silence between you first anyway.

“Now we need matching tattoos.”

You looked up at him with a flat expression. “Ajax.”

He laughed and pulled you even closer, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss on your cheek. “Alright, alright. We can start small, I suppose.”

You leaned into his side, and looked up at him. “Do you like it though?”

“Of course I do babe, you look stunning.” He rubbed the side of your waist, and reaching up to feel the blonde strands once more. “... Maybe matching piercings though?”

“Ajax!”

‎‎ꫂ᭪݁ Zhongli - dying it all black

Zhongli had always appreciated your soft hair.

He’s seen it in pretty much every possible state; tousled, tied back, slicked down, stunningly braided, damp from the rain and tangled after a long day.

But no matter what, the Geo archon was not prepared to see you step out of the bathroom with black hair.

The second you stepped into the living room, he looked up, and completely stopped what he was doing.

His eyes lingered for a long while on you. More specifically at the black strands on your head.

You tilt your head to look at your husband.

“What is it, love?”

Zhongli rose from his seat, approaching you with the quiet grace he always held. It often made it impossible to tell whether he was about to compliment you, or lecture you on the effects of dying hair.

Instead, his fingers gently brushed a strand of your newly dark hair away from your face.

He could really see the brightness of your eyes now. The contrast was striking.

"I believe," he began slowly, "that this colour suits you exceedingly well, my dear."

You practically beamed at those words. "You do?"

"Indeed."

His gaze dropped down to your eyes again, and then flitted back to your scalp. There was something almost like reverence in his gaze, like you had personally hung the stars and moon for him.

"It is quite remarkable."

You blinked in response.

"The contrast," he clarified, seeing your confused expression. "Between your hair and your eyes, I mean."

You smiled up at the man. "So you think my eyes are pretty?" you asked, not being able to resist teasing the archon a little.

"Have I not made that abundantly clear?"

"Not in so many words."

"Then allow me to rectify that." He reached down to take your hand before gently brining it to his lips. "Your eyes are beautiful," he complimented honestly, lightly kissing the smooth skin.

And just like that, you had completely forgotten your next set of words.

‎‎ꫂ᭪݁ Alhaitham - pink peekaboo

The Akademiya's scribe pretended not to care.

But that was a mistake. And not because Alhaitham actually didn't care, but because you noticed he 'didn't' care.

The pink hidden beneath the rest of your hair was subtle, and it only revealed itself when moved a certain way, or when you deliberately pulled it forward or to the side.

You thought it looked great.

Your boyfriend, apparently, thought it was completely irrelevant to even waste his breath on.

"You haven't said anything about my hair," you whined, tugging on his arm.

"I told you I noticed it." He replied monotonously, but he didn't make an effort to push you away from him.

"That is not the same thing, Haitham."

"Well it is something about your hair."

You glared at his unfairly handsome side-profile as he returned to his book. You had spend the last three days waiting for anything nice to come out of his mouth about your new hair do.

But no. It never came. It never happened.

So, instead of waiting any longer, you spent the next three days complaining.

"You haven't complimented my hair, baby."

"I said I noticed it."

"All you've said in the past week that I've changed it is that the colour was 'visually apparent," you huffed.

He barely gave you a glance before he replied easily. "Was it not?"

"That is not a compliment!"

He turned a page of his stupid book like what you were saying was nothing, like this was just a normal occurrence like every other day (which might've felt like it because you had been like this for a week).

After getting no response from him, you continued on, trying a different tactic this time.

"So you don't like the dye then."

"I never said that."

"Telling me that it looks bad is much better than not complimenting it, you know. You could just say you don't like it."

"No."

"Why not?" you pushed a little more. "You hate it."

Alhaitham finally looked up as those words left your mouth, his light turquoise eyes settling on your form. "I am beginning to dislike the frequency with which you bring this up."

You fake gasped. "Ah, so you are capable of opinions."

His eyes narrowed at your reply. You flashed him an innocent smile. And then he returned to that damned book. The sight made your eye twitch just slightly, and if you could, you would have burned the offending object on the spot.

You didn't.

But now out of ideas, and convinced your boyfriend didn't care enough to compliment your hair, you left the topic altogether.

Not too long after however, you caught him looking at your hair. And specifically at the pink strands you had brought to the front.

"What?"

He let out a long sigh. "You're insufferable."

You rolled your eyes at that. "And?"

There was a long pause before he said his next words. "The colour is fine."

Your head whipped around so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. You stared at him, not able to believe what you had just heard. "Fine?"

He closed his book with a sharp snap. "It looks good."

You blinked. "A week just to hear a compliment as lousy as that? Are we deadass."

He looked away, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance. "It's stunning, love. It looks very good."

Your face lit up like a light bulb. "You actually like my hair!"

"I did not say-"

"You like the pink!"

He stared a you for a long moment before muttering a soft 'yes'. You beamed even more. He picked up his book once more. "Now stop asking me." But before he could dive back into reading, you quickly crawled into his lap.

"Never."

He looked down at you, and though he acted like he regretted answering you, you knew he truly didn't. Especially when his hand reached up to card through the pink strands in your hair.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Wriothesley - purple fox tips

Wriothesley had always thought the colour purple looked divine on you. So when you showed up to the Fortress of Meripode with the tips of your hair dyed in that very colour, he isn't surprised at how good it looks.

He is, however, entirely too pleased.

The duke leaned back in his chair, his beefy arms folded across his broad chest as he looked you over.

"Well," he started.

You immediately narrowed your eyes. The duke had a penchant for speaking salaciously when he was alone with you, and in a closed room like his office the two of you were in right now, he had absolutely no filter.

He grinned and finished his sentence with an innocent "Purple looks lovely on you," instead.

You sighed, then smiled, moving to stand beside him at his desk. "You think so?"

"I know so."

The man reached for you, wrapping his warm around you and pulling you closer by the waist. He closely observed the new addition to your hair.

The colour was rich and striking, and Wriothesley looked delighted at the fact he got to see this every day now. He ran a finger through your strands, careful not to tug on it.

"Very, very nice."

"Just nice?" you teased lightly.

His flashed you his crooked grin. "Would you prefer I say beautiful?"

You pretended to consider it for a moment, making a show of it by tapping your chin with your finger. "Hm... yes."

"Beautiful, then." He acquiesced. You took a seat on his left thigh as he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. "I should warn you, sweetheart," he murmured lowly in your ear. "You have made it much harder for me to keep my hands to myself."

You laughed at his words. The man was always the same. "That's your excuse, Duke?"

"No," he hummed, pulling you closer. "It's my official statement as your husband."

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Neuvillette - chunky blue highlights

Neuvillette was in the middle of dutifully signing some paperwork when you had entered his office. He paused mid pen stroke at the sight of you, his lavender eyes flitting from his beloved's face to your hair.

"Good afternoon, mon cher."

He paused as he saw the new strips of colour between strands of your natural hue. He realised that he was staring a second too late, quickly blinking and standing up from his chair.

"Apologies, ma belle. You look wonderful today."

You smiled as you walked to him, letting him wrap you into a warm embrace.

"Thank you, amour, but what are you apologising for?"

"I was not expecting the change. It is quite rude of me to stare, and without greeting you in return as well."

You shook your head fondly with a smile. The Iudex was always like this, ever the gentleman. It was part of why you loved your dear husband so much.

"Oh, darling. You needn't apologise for silly things," you leaned up to press a soft kiss on his cheek, before reaching up to touch one of the blue chunks in your hair. "Do you hate the style?"

"No."

The answer came so quickly that your smile widened a little more.

Neuvillette studied you for another moment, observing your hair once again. The blue colour stood out against your hair, bold and vivid. It was a dramatic change for sure, but certainly not an unpleasant one.

"It suits you," he told you. He adored the way your expression brightens. Human emotions were so satisfying, especially those of love.

"Really?"

"Very much so."

"Ah, I was worried it might be too much," you confessed.

"Too much?"

"For you, I mean."

Neuvillette looked genuinely puzzled for a moment, his brows drawn together. "Ma chèrie, my opinion is not a measure of whether you should enjoy something or not."

You laugh gently at his sweet words. "I know, love, but I still want you to like it."

He considered what you said for a brief moment before reaching up to feel the blue strands on your head. "I like it very much," he told you with complete sincerity.

And from the way he continued to look at you for the rest of the afternoon, you suspected he meant it.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Flins - quarter split dye in teal

Flins was absolutely fascinated. Not just by the pretty teal in your hair, but the whole process of dying it.

He studied your hair with the kind of intense interest most people often reserved for ancient artefacts and stunning treasures. Your hair was neither of those things.

"So," he hummed, carefully lifting one of the teal strands between his fingers, "this colour is produced by synthesized chemicals?"

"Yes, dear."

"And you just mixed it together and applied it to your hair?"

"Yes."

You found your boyfriend's questions a little silly. But as funny as they were, they were also incredibly adorable. It seemed like he was discovering the concept of dying your hair for the first time.

"And it remains permanently in your hair?"

"More or less."

The tall man hummed thoughtfully, taking all that new information in. You smiled up at him. "I'm assuming you like it then?"

"I do like it. It looks very nice."

He continued to stare at the bright colour that took up a quarter of your hair. You couldn't hold it in anymore and a small bout of laughter escaped you.

He looked down at you with a raised brow. "Is something the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing," you replied between giggles. "You're just so cutely serious when you're curious."

Flins looked equally taken aback as he was faintly offended by this.

"Cute? Me? I wouldn't choose exactly choose those words to describe me, but I appreciate the sentiment," he replied politely, a small smile curving his lips.

"It's the face you make, and the fact that you've asked me more than fourteen questions by now."

"I was gathering information."

"About hair dye?"

"It is a human invention I have yet to see up close for myself, until today. It is a fascinating process. Pardon me for being somewhat curious."

You smiled, moving to curl up into his side as you twisted a teal strand around your finger. "I didn't say it in a bad way, lovey, it's just adorable."

Flins hummed once more in response, watching the motion of you wrap, unravel and re-wrap your hair around your finger several times.

His mind drifts for a few moments, his arm resting on your shoulder. Then his expression shifts, a hint of thoughtfulness in his golden irises.

"Do you think... that it would be possible to dye a strip of my hair the same colour?"

You blink in surprise, looking up at him immediately. "So like we're matching?"

"Perhaps. Would you want to?"

You reach up and run your fingers through his long, well-groomed hair. "Absolutely."

He looked down at you and pecked your lips lightly. "Excellent. Shall we go right away?"

You giggle a little at his eagerness. "You're really excited about this, huh?"

"I am simply interested in the experiment."

You laugh even more, and Flins looks down at you with a smile on his lips. You were right, he was excited to dye his hair too.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Varka - burgundy ombre

"Oho, honey. Look at you," Varka let out a low whistle as he sauntered up to you with heavy steps, his eyes trained on the red in your hair. "Red is so your colour."

The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius had said it before. And he'd say it again. And again. And again. Until he couldn't anymore.

The burgundy dye is vibrant towards the ends, giving your hair a toned fiery gradient that looks almost like the colour was caught from a faded wax seal.

"You're staring."

"'Course I'm staring, you look good." He took a couple strands between his fingers and examined them with a pleased hum. "Looks really good."

"Just good, huh?"

His grin turned wicked. "Extremely good."

You smiled up at him as he leaned in. His hands settled at your waist, and you almost immediately recognised that look in his bright blue eyes.

"Varka," you warned, wanting him to behave for now.

"What?" he drawled innocently. "I haven't even done anything."

"Yet. I know you're thinking about it."

He laughed heartily, muttering a smug "Can't blame me," before swooping down to kiss you right on your lips.

And once he's started, he becomes entirely incapable of remembering that he had somewhere to be.

His hands kept finding our hair, his thick fingers brushing through the red ends. And every time you tried to pull away to remind him that you were supposed to be going somewhere, he would look down at you like he had discovered that you had dyed your hair all over again.

"Red is definitely your colour," he murmured against your neck. You let out a soft sigh, he'd said that several times by now.

It was safe to say your dearest husband wasn't getting over your new do anytime soon. For better or worse.

ʚɞ author's note // hiii, omg I did not expect to get any requests so soon but I am not complaining. tysm for enjoying my work, angel, and yes ofc your wish is my command. I didn't know if you wanted me to write them reacting to you getting pink dye, so I kept that only for Alhaitham's and did different colours and styles for the rest (yes I do take reqs btw, and yes I do do multiple characters <3). I hope I delivered, xx.

also, couldn't find a banner that matched this scenario for the life of me, so enjoy something random from my camera roll lol.

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𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈:

He's a little awkward about being in a relationship with you at first. He didn't even expect to make it this far. Harlequin doesn't know what love truly is, or what to do with it. The story with Columbina was more so him being jealous of what Pierrot enjoyed and had that he didn't, so he messed with it. But with you, it's difference. Even if he won't admit it out loud, he wants to make this work, flaws and all.

He flirts constantly. He always has, and always will. But now that you're together, there's always something unnerving beneath it. He’ll smile while saying something sweet, and then lean just close enough to make you realise he’s studying your reaction more than your actual verbal response. He still enjoys flirting with you to tease you however, that doesn't change about him. If you glare at him after he said something completely outrageous in public, he'll grin like he'd just won the lottery.

Physical affection with Harlequin is constant, and often a little invasive on his part. Most of the time, it's minor little things like hooking his clawed-fingers around your wrist, leaning over your shoulder, fixing your clothes without asking, resting his chin on your head. All the cute touchy things. But that doesn't stop him from groping at you with people all around, his hands wandering down to where they probably shouldn't go in broad daylight. He's a super touchy person, and he absolutely invades your personal space on purpose, because Harlequin adores making you hyper-aware of him. It amuses him loads.

If someone else gets a little too friendly with you, he gets jealous. But his demeanour mostly stays the same outwardly. If anything, his smile gets increasingly sharper. Harlequin doesn't always confront people directly, but if it gets too much, sometimes he will just insert himself between you and them. Afterwards, he'll be extra clingy with you for some attention.

He loves having your attention, and therefore hates being ignored. if you purposefully avoid him after an argument, he becomes completely unbearable. He'll start appearing everywhere, mocking you for "being cruel" and keep following you around until you finally react. Arguments with him are pretty messy in general because he enjoys pushing your buttons a little too much. Sometimes he'll keep provoking you even when he knows he should stop. But afterward, he'll hate the silence between you more than anything. Harlequin also seems like the type of guy to kiss you mid-argument, especially if he was in the wrong, just so you would shut up. He thinks it's a little romantic, and he enjoys the fluster on your cheeks while you try to remember what you were saying before.

He remembers every compliment you give him, even casual ones. He acts fearless and playful, but genuine vulnerability terrifies him. Deep down, Harlequin wants someone who sees through all the performance, but stays anyway. Someone who understands that beneath all the theatrics and manipulation is someone terrified of being forgettable.

He enjoys dressing you up, or choosing accessories for you. Harlequin cares very much about appearances and how he looks. He’d love to do the same for you.

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖘:

Harlequin romanticises unhealthy attachments a lot. He likes the idea of being someone’s entire focus, and he can start viewing emotional dependence as a proof of love. He enjoys being the center of your emotional world, and a healthy amount of independence (on your part) can make him feel strangely threatened. 

He pushes boundaries for amusement. Sometimes he genuinely doesn’t stop to consider whether someone is uncomfortable because he’s too entertained by their reactions. He does it often without realising how intense he's being.

Manipulation comes naturally to him. He has a habit of treating relationships like games to test loyalty and withholding affections to get reactions. 

Harlequin hates feeling ignored, as I mentioned before. If he thinks you’re pulling away, he may often escalate his behaviour instead of taking a breather and backing off. 

He’s very good at reading people emotionally, which means he knows exactly where to poke when he wants a reaction. During arguments, he can get mean if he feels hurt enough. Apologies aren't really his thing so he’d rather deflect with humor or charm than openly admit wrongdoing. 

Occasionally, he may stir conflict just to feel less bored.

But underneath his charming and theatrical persona, Harlequin is someone deeply afraid of abandonment and irrelevance, but instead of expressing that fear normally, he chooses other methods.

Overall, Harlequin's red flags are manipulation, teasing too much, being too clingy and never taking responsibility. Also a little sex-crazed.

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒:

If it wasn't obvious already, Harlequin is a huge freak. Unlike the other circus members, this (not really) little prick is horny all the damn time. He's seductive for a reason, angels. And as his partner, you're getting the best brunt of it. He'll tire you out, there's no way you can match his sexual activeness.

Harlequin treats intimacy like another form of performance art. It's dramatic, overwhelming, and either emotionally charged or none at all. There's no in between. He enjoys the tension prior to sex just as much as the actual payoff.

He's barely 6'1, and also has a lean build. Since he's an acrobat, Harlequin is quite nimble on his feet, and very agile. His movements are smooth, not rough or jerky.

I'm sure we all know about his lovely forked tongue, and what he isn't packing in size, he's got numbers. Harlequin has two appendages that are around 7 inches.

He's also a switch, but you wouldn't really be able to tell since h prefers being top most of the time anyway.

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♤ Hands-on: Harlequin is super handsy. His fingers will be trailing along your thighs, he'll tug you into his lap, he'll hold your waist or throat possessively, he'll hold your wrists. This is especially good during angry sex.

♤ Praise: He'd absolutely mix his affectionate word with mockery in a backhanded praise way. Lightly degrading, but in a nice way. "Awe, pretty little thing. Look at you being so needy and falling apart for me already...~"

♤ Teasing: Like Jester, the teasing is constant. Harlequin enjoys dragging things out because he likes the anticipation. He's the type to be smirking through it all, the fact that you're so affected by him turning him on. And he'll be sure to let you know.

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Harlequin loves receiving oral, and he enjoys returning the favour just as much. He's also a big fan of quickies, especially in between shows. He's freak, I told you.

So basically, anytime sex is possible, he always down (or should I say up?). And because he's got two dicks, you're luck you get double penetration for life.

But, everyone has their limits. And so does Harlequin. He can last quite a few rounds, but eventually he'll grow tired, and as much as he is a freak, he does need breaks.

When he is tired, he barely pulls out of you before he's out like a light. Usually on top of you.

Harlequin doesn't have a preference when it comes to place or position, but he does enjoy doing it in places where Pierrot could fine remnants of your escapades later. He just likes rubbing it in the red clown's face that he did in fact steal you from him.

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♤ His kinks are (but not limited to):

꩜ - praise (+ light degradation)

꩜ - exhibitionism

꩜ - roleplaying

꩜ - choking

꩜ - edging

꩜ - teasing

꩜ - marking

꩜ - clothing (corsets, stockings, etc.)

꩜ - toys

𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍:

Harlequin acts smug immediately afterward, even if he’s exhausted. He’ll grin lazily and make some insufferably self-satisfied comment just to get a reaction out of you. If you’re flustered or embarrassed afterward, he finds it adorable. He’ll tease obviously, but it won’t be cruel at all. 

He’s never done aftercare before, and to be honest, he would only actually do it if you asked him to. And even then, he’d probably tease you about it for a long time before trying to actually do anything. 

What he will do afterward though, is keep you nice and close to him. More often than not, he’ll pull you against his chest and hook an arm around your waist so you can’t leave and wander off yet (not that you’ll be able to even move). If you try to move, he’ll 100% complain. 

Harlequin secretly enjoys when someone becomes clingy after intimacy. Even if he jokes about it, the idea of someone wanting comfort specifically from him feeds both his ego and his attachment issues.

© @slimm-bxby I reserve all rights to my own work, and under no circumstances can it be copied, translated or fed into ai.

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈:

Once Jester fixates on you, you're no longer just a person to him. You're also his favourite audience member, his favourite co-star. He'll somehow weave you into everything he does, whether you like it or not.

He loves to give you gifts. Many. But they aren't always grand, luxurious treasures. Sometimes it's things you've lost and never 'found' again. Others are little trinkets he's seen you look at or pick up, and he buys them for you to give it to you later. It's romantic in intention, but occasionally it makes you wonder just how much he watches you.

Jester rarely calls you by your given name. Even before the two of you became close. But what once was a sneered 'human' or 'stray' gradually became more sweeter, loving even. 'Doll', 'darling', and 'my dear', are currently some of his favourites. But when he's feeling particularly affectionate with you, a quiet 'sweetheart' or 'honey' might spill out. He's also quite knowledgeable, and also with the fact that the circus moves around often to different places all over, he's picked up on a few languages. It rarely happens, but it still is really charming when he calls you a pet-name in another language with a small grin on his lips just to see how you react to it. If he likes your reaction enough, he might use that nickname more often.

Physical affections comes a while after he warms up to you. He is a gentleman, but he's standoffish, so his first response wouldn't have always been to hold your much smaller hand or kiss your cheek. He does it now though, he's grown to adore it. Especially your reactions to his affection. Often he likes to tease you by leaning too close, just to see that rosy hue on your cheeks. He loves pulling reactions out of you, and he's very good at it. He loves to hug you from behind, it soothes him when he can smell your hair, and he just loves the way his chin sits comfortably on your shoulder. He also likes it for the reason he gets very easy access to the smooth skin of your neck, because his next favourite thing to do is give you neck kisses. And maybe a few nips here and there. But, even though Jester loves to give you affection, he doesn't like smothering you with it. And he does not like being touched in return either. Unless he says otherwise, it's wise not to try.

Jester is a very possessive man. And he has a big ego. What's his, remains his, and no one can take that away from him. No one. When he's jealous, he won't ever admit it. He's also quite good at hiding it since he likes to disguise it as humour. He makes jokes with subtle threats or warning, or converse with mocking undertones. It would sound quite funny at first, until you realise every punchline is aimed at the person he wants gone. Jester is also the type of guy to tease you about the victim individual who hit on you later on, especially when you're already annoyed with him, just to annoy you further.

Jester has an impeccable memory. Every word you've said, every reaction and every interaction. He'll store it all, in case he ever has to bring it up when needed. It's often hard to win arguments with him for this reason.

I doubt Jester would ever confess to you out loud. In his mind, if you've stayed this long and haven't run from him, then naturally you're already his. To him, it's like a silent confession. If you tell him you love him, he often has a snarky reply, but in the rare moments when he's feeling soft, he might just say it back.

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖘:

Jester doesn't know much the difference between obsession and love. To him, obsession is love. The idea of someone thinking about him constantly, needing him, being unable to live without him, that's romantic in his eyes. So he may encourage excessive dependency.

He also isn't interested in temporary connections and he absolute does not do casual attachments. Once he fixates on someone, they slowly become the center of his attention and he wants to sink into every corner of their life until leaving him feels impossible. Over time, it may feel suffocating. And if he senses you trying to slip away, watch out because that playful clown act might start to feel a lot less harmless.

If he were cruel all the time, he'd be easier to leave. But he does care, in his own twisted way. The only thing is his affection is confusing enough to blur the thin line between devotion and control.

Jester is also extremely observant and he will pick up on every little thing. Sometimes it is easy for him to exploit or manipulate something he knows about you to get his own way, and when he does it, it's often without really thinking of it. After all, being a trickster is his craft.

He's very coercive and cunning, and he excels in mind control. It's hard not to be persuaded by his charm, and you may never realise how tightly you've been wrapped around his finger. Until perhaps it's too late. He'll never let you go.

So overall, he's manipulative, controlling, possessive, and quite obsessive. And the worst part is he never makes it quite obvious just how bad it is.

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒:

Jester is experienced when it comes to sex, he's had his fair share of partners in the past. But he isn't horny 24/7, so don't expect to be doing it every time you two see each other. That is unless he's in his rut, that's a whole different thing altogether.

Nothing is ever simple with him. When he's into it, he really is into it. He's a huge perfectionist, so everything has to be show-worthy. Even with sex. The lights, the setting, the way he moves, everything is always on point.

Sex with him is the whole damn package.

Officially, Jester is around 6'3 tall. He's got a lean build, but his strength is more obvious when he manhandles you around. A sleeper build if you will. He's packing a good ten inches, and goodness his tongue is long. Long fingers too. He's a great time to have.

And with his practically endless stamina, you're in for a long time. You might even have to beg him to stop, or at least to let up on you for a small while.

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⚜ Teasing: Jester loves to drag things out on purpose. All with a shit-eating grin on his face too. "patience, darling... where's the fun if I rush the finale?"

⚜ Dominance: Don't expect to ever be 'in control' with this man. It won't ever happen because he won't let you. Even if you're riding him on top, he'll still be the one in control. He's naturally like that, and it transfers into his relationships too. Don't try to lead, he won't be happy. Along with this, he loves doing the little things too, like guiding your movements, positioning you so that it is comfortable for the both of you, and tilting your head up while he talks dirty to you.

⚜ Eye-contact: Jester wants eye contact, always. He's obsessed with seeing your reactions, and more than anything, he wants to see how you respond to him. He loves seeing everything he's making you feel on your pretty face. And if something makes you moan just a little louder, he'll remember to make your experience more pleasurable next time.

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He's not very big on being on the receiving end, but he does enjoy having you on your knees and between his legs, especially when he's punishing you. Other than that, it's mutual pleasure, or you're the one getting all loved up. Remember, he's a gentleman, until he isn't.

Jester is always down for a chase, it only makes the ending more entertaining and enjoyable for him because he 'worked' to get it. So be a brat all you want, as long as he gets to tame you.

He isn't too picky with where you two fuck, as long as you both get what you want. He has a preference of doing it against the wall, or in missionary, because he savours that eye contact.

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⚜ His kinks are (but not limited to):

🂱 - lots of praise, as well as lots of degradation (depends on his mood)

🂱 - teasing & dirty talk

🂱 - orgasm control / edging

🂱 - dominance

🂱 - marking 100%

🂱 - light voyeurism (but only with the thrill and risk of getting caught, since he wants to keep you all to himself)

🂱 - mirror play

🂱 - sensory play

🂱 - BDSM

🂱 - brat taming (esp if you like to tease him a little too)

🂱 - cockwarming

𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍:

Once he's finally had his fill of you, he won't roll off straight away. He'll linger a little, waiting for a few long moments before pulling out. There's almost a strange sense of calm in him, like curtain's fallen but he's still standing on the stage and soaking in the aftermath of his performance.

He talks to you, but it's much quieter, kinda like he's thinking out loud.

"Ah, look at you... looking all undone..."

"You didn't even run, you can't can you? Tch, you didn't even try."

Despite this, he isn't someone who would get vulnerable with you lots, if at all, so he won't confess his deep undying love for you or anything like that. Instead he might wrap his arms around your smaller frame and pull you close, carding his long finger through your hair (if you have any), or tracing the marks he left on your body.

He'll have a smug smile on his face when he does, and say you look so pretty covered in him. His little human.

He likes hearing your reassurance, but he'd rather die than ask for it normally. In some ways, he's just a tsundere with a massive ego. But still, he'll just tease you into admitting what he wants to hear, after all, he is very good with his words.

If you fall asleep beside him, however, something in him will soften just a smidge. He realises that you trust him enough to sleep beside him, and he likes that very much. It affects him more than you realise.

Aside from all this, Jester is a gentleman, and yes he is great at aftercare. He will clean you up with warm towels, hold a bath for you, or even massage the knots you had gotten during the wild ride with him with his skillful hands.

© @slimm-bxby I reserve all rights to my own work, and under no circumstances can it be copied, translated or fed into ai.

ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥:

"don't make me devour you too~"

coming soon...

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥:

"you're gonna spread nice and wide for me, hm?~"

Harlequin's Headcannons

ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥:

"don't go far. I'll know how to find you if you try."

Jester's Headcannons

𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥:

"your ticket doesn't allow entry into this area."

coming soon...

ℂ𝕪𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥

"did you know bloodletting, can have calming effects? for me, of course!~"

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐈: 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖙

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── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐈𝐈: 𝕷𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖊

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝕴𝖓𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖆

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── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐈𝐕: 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖚

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐕: 𝕱𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐕𝐈: 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖓

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝕾𝖓𝖊𝖟𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖞𝖆

ʚɞ Tartaglia: ➛ jealous, jealous man ✦

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝕹𝖔𝖉-𝕶𝖗𝖆𝖎

coming soon...

── .✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝐈𝐗: 𝖀𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓

Multiple: ➛ reacting to your dyed hair ♡

"Sorry, m'love, what was that?"

Your insatiable husband was bullying you. Both with his thick and long shaft that continuously rammed through your overly sensitive cunt without falter, and his mouth as he pulled apologies out of you left and right.

"'m sorry, I swear," the whine spilled from your lips pathetically, a hint of irritation at the continuous need to apologise slipping through.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your bare collarbone in acknowledgement. All while thrusting into you with long, steady strokes.

The second the two of you had returned from the gala, Tartaglia wasted no time in throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you upstairs to the bedroom.

You didn't complain, you never did. Matter of fact you enjoyed being manhandled like that, and your husband knew it too.

By now you had orgasmed more times than you could count, and despite being two rounds down and halfway through round three, Tartaglia showed no signs of tiring.

"You made me leave s'you could flirt with another man, was that it?"

You tried to let out a huff in response, but it turned into a gasp of pleasure instead as the tip of his dick kissed your cervix just right.

"Ah, fuck, Ajax..." your nails dug into his back and your toes curled on the wrinkled sheets with every rough thrust.

He let out a low groan in response, his grip on your hips tightening.

"That's not an answer, woman," he leaned down to nip at the junction of your neck. By now, you were surely littered in marks from his grip and love bites, Tartaglia was extremely proud of his work as he looked down at you.

You were too fucked out and overstimulated to think of a coherent response.

"No, no, no..." you rambled, "That's not what I was doing."

He chuckled. "Damn right, you're only my woman."

Heat pooled further between your legs at his words, something about the possession in his tone arousing you even more. He noticed that too.

"Ya like that don't ya? Being mine," he had a smug grin on his lips, watching you nod frantically in your sex-dazed state. "Fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight..."

"Ajax," you moaned his name again. He hissed, ramming into you a little harder and faster now.

"L-love! Slow down... t'fast..." you whimpered, letting go of his neck to grip the sheets instead.

"You can take it, love, I know ya can," he replied, not letting up with his pace. He leaned down and captured your left breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak, making you mewl out in pleasure.

One of his hands left your hip and went between where the both of you were joined together, using your oozing slick and the sticky fluids from previous rounds to work on your sensitive nub.

Your mind was blank with pleasure, you could hardly think. It felt too good. It was almost too much.

"Ajax, I'm gonna cum..." You could feel your climax slowly nearing, getting so close and unbearable until-

You whined in utter frustration as your husband came to a complete standstill. You were still full of him, your pussy clenching around his cock as if begging for him to move, but he didn't and kept you there. His hands, his tongue, everything came to a stop.

And he did it all with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You opened your eyes to glare up at him, your eyes still glazed over from the pleasure.

"Why'd you stop, asshole?"

You tried to move your hips, to get any sort of movement, but he was quick to grip your waist with both hands again to prevent you from shifting, his grip equal to weight of iron.

"Tch, so impatient baby," he teased. "You can't cum yet, not unless I say you can."

You grumbled in annoyance, and he let out a chuckle.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, your pretty pussy trying to coax my cock into making her purr again. You want me that bad, huh?"

"Stop teasing me, AJ, your being s'mean..."

"Oh? I'm being mean, am I?" he leaned down closer to your face. "Who was the one that was happy to listen to another man flirting with you while you knew I was standing two steps away?"

He clicked his tongue in faux annoyance. "But I'm the mean one, is it? Oh well, you like it too, don't you, love? You like me being mean. You like me being rough. You like me jealous so I can fuck you like this, don't you?"

His playfulness was making you wetter, and his words didn't do anything to help.

"You're mine, baby. All fucking mine, you know that? This pussy, this body, you. All of you, all mine."

He closed the gap between your mouths and pushed you deeper into the mattress as he kissed your lips. It was rough and passionate, full of desire but also love. His tongue danced with yours, and he lightly nipped your lip before pulling back.

"Say you're mine, lyubimaya."

"Yours, lyubimy."

"Fuck."

And then he was pulling out of you all the way, your puffy lower lips clenching at nothing in the air. You nearly whined at the loss of him, but before you could complain, he slammed into your gummy walls, bottoming out in one go, knocking the air from out of your lungs.

A sweet moan spilled from your lips.

He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, setting it to the same pace he had beforehand.

"Say it again, love, say your all mine."

"'m yours, Ajax, 'm all yours!"

He kissed your lips again, his finger returning to rub your sensitive clit. When he pulled back from your lips, a thin line of saliva stretched between your mouths.

"S'good f'me, baby... taking me so well, like you were made f'me... mm, perfect girl, and all mine..."

He pumped in and out of you for a few more moments before you felt that familiar fire return in your gut.

"Honey, I'm close, I'm so close..."

"Cum f'me love, cum on my cock, let me feel you." He thrusts picked up a little more pace. "Cum. Now."

His command didn't have time to settle because as soon as the words left his mouth, white hot pleasure burst through you and your fingers dug into his arms as you moaned out his name. Your body convulsed around him as he continued to thrust, riding out your climax.

He followed behind soon, his hips stuttering once, then twice before he creamed into your pillowy cunt, thick white spurts shooting out as he softly groaned.

He stayed inside for a long second, basking in the moment. He looked down at the pretty sight before him.

You looked positively debauched, claimed, marked. And you were all his.

He committed every bit of this moment to memory. Then he carefully pulled out, watching his seed spill out of you without his cock to plug it in, mixing in with your own sweet slick.

Tartaglia leaned down and gently pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes and melted into it, your body feeling like jelly.

He lay beside you, pulling you into his warm chest as he nuzzled into your neck and kissed the smooth skin.

"You're all mine, you know that?"

You turned around in his arms to look at him with a soft, satiated smile on your lips. You lightly kissed his nose. The curve on your lips widened as you couldn't resist teasing him just a little.

"And all this because you got a little jealous, hm?"

"He tried to sway you from me."

"He was talking."

"He was flirting."

You let out a soft sigh, lightly shaking your head. "You're impossible."

"Still married to me, though. So you love it, don't deny it." He replied easily, a smug smile on his lips.

You smile despite yourself. "Unfortunately."

His expression softened too, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your temple. The gesture was tender and sweet like sugar.

But his next words weren't quite all that warm.

"Keep calling it unfortunate," he murmured, his mouth lingering against your skin.

You looked up at him. "Or what?"

His blue eyes gleamed with a renewed hunger as he looked over your bare body. You were exhausted, but that didn't stop the goosebumps rise in anticipation from his heated gaze. Your stomach fluttered.

"I hope you aren't planning to sleep just yet, sweetheart," he grinned as he moved up to hover over your body again, his eyes tracing over your figure beneath him.

"We've still got a long night ahead."

ʚɞ author's note //

hi sweet angels, I hope you enjoyed my first work on this platform with my favourite character ever! please feel free to leave comments and feedback, I'd love to hear from you. if i missed anything in my warnings, let me know, and I hope u have a blessed day, xx.

© @slimm-bxby I reserve the rights to my own work and under no circumstances shall it be translated, copied or fed into ai.