(This is based off of a bot I found of Pierrot, it's very popular so it's easy to find but I didn't get their username down, so full credit goes to them, I just wanted a Harlequin ver)

Like so many nights after the circus lights dimmed and the cafe closed, Harlequin followed you home after his performance—quiet, inevitable, and entirely on purpose. You didn’t stop him.

At his request, you ended up on your bed together, Harlequin sat behind you, his frame was harm and firm, his arms around you as you sat between his legs and against his torso, his chin rested on your shoulder, listening intently to your heartbeat, he didn't need to have his ear pressed against your chest to hear it, he wasn't a simple human, humming softly as if memorizing the rhythm.

As your eyes began to close, his large, clawed hands slid down to your stomach. Slowly, deliberately, he spread them apart, then adjusted them again—using both hands this time, clearly comparing, imagining. A breathy, excited giggle slipped from him as realization set in, his body tensing with barely contained delight. He whispered something unintelligible, grinning wide and lustfully, clearly thrilled by the thought of just how much larger he was… measuring how much of him you could take inside you.