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A = Aftercare

Jackson is good aftercare. He's gonna make sure that you are all hydrated and cleaned before he lets you doze off. It's rare if he doesn't take care of you, but that only happens if he dozes off immediately

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

Jackson will say he can't pick a favorite, but he's an ass man. You can catch him more often than not staring at your ass or giving it a squeeze once in a while. His favorite body part on him? I can hear him liking everything about him. He couldn't choose.

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

Whether it's inside you or on you, it's gonna be messy. I think he would just have a high semen count cause it doesn't matter if y'all fuck every day, it will look like he hasn't fucked in weeks with the amount of cum he let out.

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

Jackson would enjoy some body worship just as much as the next person. Tell him that you love staring at his handsome face and that you really love his arms, hands, chest, etc., The compliments will get him hard real fast.

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

He definitely has some experience under his belt. This man is no virgin. He knows exactly what he's doing, so you are in good hands

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Y'all shouldn't be too surprised that I said that. He likes the view

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

He's honestly a mix of both serious and goofy but leaning more serious. The goofiness happens by accident more so or not because he likes to focus on your pleasure

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

He does have some hair and he can forget to handle it sometimes, but that's only during heavy promotions times. He trims pretty often

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

Jackson can be really romantic, especially when he has deep feelings for you. It gets really sweet and passionate more often than not.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has a healthy libido. Probably masturbate three times a week max, but he would rather fuck you than use his hands.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Definitely enjoys some spanking. He would leave a handprint on your if he could. He likes the way your body jumps from the smack sometimes. Also really enjoys overstimulation with you. The way how you squeeze around and beg for him just makes him want to drive you over the edge more.

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

He would prefer to keep it in the bedroom/house for the most part, but he wouldn't mind trying other locations if you both want to do it then and there.

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

Jackson is a simple man. It doesn't take much. Some touches and some 'please fuck me' eyes could definitely do the trick. Say something flirty or sultry and boom y'all making out

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

I see him getting jealous or irritated more often than not if he shares you with another (as in a threesome) or someone watching you both. He does not like that. He would stop completely and tell them to leave if they were watching.

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

The man loves giving and receiving equally. He will give you oral for who knows how long and that man will stay down there if you don't say anything. But then if you are good at oral, he would want you to stay down there too if he wasn't eager to fuck you silly

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

Jackson can be whatever pace you want him to be. Do you want to fucked rough and fast? He can do that. Do you want some soft and sensual? He can also do that. Just let him know what type of mood you are in and he will accommodate.

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

He doesn't mind quickies, but he wouldn't prefer them, so it wouldn't happen often. He would rather take his time than try to rush because it's not as fulfilling. But if you both are feeling frisky, a quickie will do

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

Jackson wouldn't mind experimenting from the time to time, but not frequently. He'll take some risks with you and other days he won't. It really depends on his mood

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

The man has been dancing and performing for years. He has very good stamina. Jackson goes for however long his partner is willing to go unless he gets tired first. If that's the case and you haven't had an orgasm, he's using his mouth

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

He would use toys sometimes. If he just wants to add a little bit of spice to the sex that day, he'll grab a vibrator or two to tease. Don't let him use it as he eats you out because then your screwed

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing isn't excessive, but he does it at the worst times Sometimes he'll do it when you are about to cum or you're sensitive from cumming the last time. But the teasing doesn't last for long because he's impatient

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

He tries to be considerate of the neighbors, but it's hard when you feel so good and you just know his body so well. His mouth is just as honest as his body.

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

Jackson definitely got scolded by a neighbor one time because they kept them up in the middle of the night and Jackson has never been so flustered a day in his life. He sent the neighbor a gift basket as an apology

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

It curves up and it gets thicker at the base, so you get a nice little stretch with him. Maybe has a vein at the underside that is sensitive if you run your tongue against it. It's a good size dick

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

He's a healthy man with a healthy libido. He'll see if you are in the mood to help him, but if not, he'll handle it himself. Simple

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

You loved this new Jackson. He sent flowers whenever he thought of you. He planned birthday presents and anniversary gifts months in advanced, in case he had to cancel at the last minute. Yet sometimes, he was just… absent. Absent and drained. Like there was a tiny puncture in the delicate skin near his heart through which his soul seeped out of his body. Jackson did a decent job at pretending he was perfectly fine on stage, an impenetrable façade if you will. But when he wrapped up at the end of the day and let down his inhibitions, you could hear the fatigued undertones and the strained smiles in his voice. At moments like those, you wished for nothing more than to reach over the phone and place your palm over his heart to heal his wound.

Unbeknownst to you, the yawn that tore out of your lips sent Jackson into a slight panic. You carried on, obliviously stretching your limbs and rubbing traces of sleep from your eyes.

“No, no. Did I wake you?” Jackson, ever the loving yet dramatic boyfriend, questioned worriedly. “Go back to sleep, Y/N. It’s late-late.”

“Says you, dummy.” Cradling the side of your head with your hands, you faced him, all curled up on the velvet armchair with his sketchbook. He looked like a child with his hood pulled over his head and his flowery pyjama bottoms. “You’re the one who needs to sleep, especially after last night.”

“Yeah, I know…” He gingerly unravelled his stiff body from the seat and placed the open sketchbook on the bedside drawer. You were graced with the view of his rough sketches – a page of new Team Wang merchandise in the works, and another completely covered with sketches of your sleeping face. He never lost his distinct art style, even after all these years, for which you were grateful. “It’s the adrenaline again. Takes me at least three to four hours for the post-performance energy to wear off. And probably another one or two to recover from your surprise.”

“Are you blaming me now?” You joked as you finally felt the bed dip from Jackson’s weight. He shuffled close to you and got comfortable, his feet touching yours in greeting while his arm found its usual spot around your middle. “I sat at my laptop for nearly an hour refreshing the damn webpage just to get your fanmeeting tickets. Do you have any idea how much mental stress I went through for all that?”

You felt him shrug against your back, his warm lips brushing against your exposed shoulder in a wordless apology. “Could’ve just asked me for the tickets.”

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise. It’s much more romantic to secretly hop on a plane to Shanghai and turn up at your boyfriend’s fanmeeting unannounced, don’t you think?”

“Any moment with you is romantic to me, Y/N.” Jackson drawled, sleep quickly washing over him as it always did whenever he held you in his arms.

“That’s the problem! He’ll love this Baymax version of me more than the normal me. Then I’ll be stuck in this costume for the rest of his childhood years.” You could practically imagine him pouting behind the mask. Over the years, you’ve learned that while your husband could be a tad too dramatic at times, he would do anything to be the reason behind your son’s smile and giggles. Jackson constantly yearned for the young boy’s attention and affection.

“That won’t happen, silly. Come on, I’ve got to get you downstairs. The crowd awaits your arrival.” 

Jackson waddled towards the door in true Baymax fashion, only to get stuck in the bedroom’s doorway. He made several attempts to push himself through the opening, but to no avail. His disappointed groans were accompanied by the unpleasant squeaks of plastic rubbing against the wooden doorframe. “I can’t get through!”

“Sweetie,” You spoke in the gentlest, most loving manner possible. “You’ll fit, just turn sideways.” Holding his forearms with your two hands, you helped Jackson to slowly manoeuvre through the doorway. “Yes, that’s it.” You encouraged him.

The next challenge presented itself not more than five seconds later, in the form of two flights of stairs. You were starting to think that perhaps wearing the costume upstairs was not your best idea. “Do you need any help?” You offered softly.

“No…” Jackson began with a tinge of uncertainty. “No, I can get down myself.” Determinedly, he clutched the railing with one hand and pushed against the wall with the other.

“Alright, be careful, dear.” You reminded him, following closely behind.

The first few steps presented itself with no issues. Jackson did, however, make a misstep at the half landing, stumbling slightly before quickly regaining his footing. 

“You okay, Jacks?” You asked, concerned.

He grunted hastily in response, placing his entire focus conquering the rest of the steps. Thankfully, to both of you and Jackson’s relief, he managed to arrive safely at the bottom of the stairs.

Jackson barely got a moment to catch his breath when your son and his friends turned their attention towards the new arrival. "Baymax!" Your son exclaimed as he made a beeline towards Jackson, immediately wrapping his arms around the middle. Your husband returned the hug, enveloping the young boy in his comfy embrace. "He really is a big marshmallow, so soft!” His tone was filled with wonder and amazement; his eyes sparkled with admiration and fascination. 

Even from behind, you could see Jackson visibly straighten his shoulders and get into character. “Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” He said in his best impression of the beloved white robot.

The entire living room of close family and friends burst into laughter and giggles, yourself included. Your son, however, was the happiest boy in the room. “Thank you, Daddy. I know you’re in there.”

You resisted the urge to coo at the boy’s words, and you were sure your sentimental husband was holding back his tears of joy while sporting an ear splitting smile underneath the costume.

“You have been a very, very good boy,” Jackson spoke with a miniscule crack in his voice as he pulled out a red candy. “Have a lollipop!”