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[alegalcara]

I just imagine like, harlequin watching pierrot start to touch mc and harlequin going "eita....eita..eita- eita porra! Oh calma! Bixo vai arregaçar- devegar homi!" In a north accent XD

Ménage à Trois de Circo

Summary: Pierrot is relatively inexperienced in a situation like this, but Harlequin has no shortage of advice and direction to give— but only as long as he doesn't touch you.

Note: This is entirely self-indulgent character extrapolation (is not at all canon) since the game and characters are still in development, but when @tazz-was-here tells me 'Since Harlequin isn't a virgin he could probably dom Pierrot and Y/N at the same time' then I just gotta write it 👏

Pierrot couldn't be certain how he ended up in this... particular situation. He could be certain of some details leading up to it of course, such as the siren song of your slumbering breath or the adorable way your body twitched in your sleep.

He had been so very good up to this point, keeping a careful distance each and every night so that he didn't risk your comfort or safety— but both he and his sense of restraint were getting harder to contain with every passing night. It was as if you knew even in soft slumber how to entice him into a ravenous, clawing hunger that left him barely able to think straight.

And now you’re here. In this bed. His bed. Beneath his hands, claws trailing over your body’s curves and lines with a fascination edging on insanity. You’re looking at him with such sweet, pleading eyes. The eyes of prey, of a trembling rabbit waiting within the maw of a starving wolf.

But he didn’t know what to do.

He knows what to do in the most literal of senses, but Pierrot doesn’t know how to make his body listen, to take the final step over the precipice of his chastity towards you and claim your soul and body both as his. It feels like a wall of iron and steel, cold and unyielding as stark contrast to the warm give of your sensitive flesh.

“Is someone getting stage fright already?”

The voice cuts through the air like a knife, sharp and gutting Pierrot from his thoughts. He feels an ache from how hard his jaws clench, teeth grinding together in his only way of holding back the fury behind his silenced tongue. Without words Pierrot simply glances to the side, his eyes glowing with a potent mixture of lust and rage— the former for you, and the latter for him.

Harlequin merely smiles in turn, the glint of sharp teeth full of intrigue and venom in equal amounts.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles, tilting his gaze so that those pinprick green eyes settle on you, fragile little thing, laying beneath your lover. “You were the one who wanted me to be here, did you not? Needing help, a guiding and experienced perspective to make sure you don’t… slip up?”

It is quite the odd situation, but one that all parties agreed to in some form or another. A truce, an… understanding of things. While within this forgotten tent in some corner of the circus, Pierrot and Harlequin would be civil. Cordial.

They were both, after all, benefiting from this agreement; for Pierrot he would be able to have you as he desired, to claim you without risking your safety due to his inexperience with human intimacy. For Harlequin, he was able to watch the delicious discomfort of his fellow performer— and you, of course. He greatly enjoyed watching you.

Harlequin would be a voyeur to the experience, offering only word and observation. He would not be allowed to touch. Talking was dangerous enough. Pierrot was all too aware just how capable the other could be by word alone, wielding a tongue sharper than any blade. It was a cruel, ironic twist where the red-clad creature could not even utter the sound of your name in front of him.

But it was worth it. Worth it to agree to this… situation.

Pierrot’s gaze finally moves back towards you, eyes growing soft and hungry with lust rather than anger once more. His hands settle oh-so-delicately upon your waist, as if he doesn’t quite know where to touch and explore first. You’re shivering against him— and it’s only by the cold comfort of Harlequin’s voice that assures him your shaking isn’t in fear or rejection.

“This rabbit trembles not from terror,” Harlequin purrs. “But something far more delicious. Go on now, why don’t you hold that pretty face in between your hands? Get a good look into those beautiful eyes before they’re filled with tears of pleasure.”

After just a moment of hesitation, Pierrot does as Harlequin instructs, carefully lifting and moving his palms from where they rested at your hips and up to your cheeks. He cups each side of your face against his gloved palm. You settle a little, leaning your face into his touch, eyes gazing shy and soft into his.

Everything still feels so raw and unfamiliar and new, your heart racing and your lips burning for the touch of Pierrot’s own.

“P…Pierrot?” You finally whimper, seeming to pull the other out of his quiet reverie. He tilts his head, trying to communicate his curiosity with a mere look.

The way you bite your bottom lip is utterly sinful, and Pierrot has to make sure he doesn’t start drooling from how ravishing you look in that moment.

“Please,” your voice is breathy, eyes flicking towards the observant shadow of deep green in the corner of the space. Staring. Teeth gleaming with a hunger you can’t quite shake off. “Please… touch me?”

Pierrot gives. He gives and gives until he’s not sure where the love starts and he himself ends. He is simply a conduit through which he can love you entirely, to feel your pleasure and meld it with his own, silent gaze drinking up every ounce of pleasure that moves across your face.

“Slower.”

The command is sharp and harsh. It actually surprises Pierrot to hear, though he has to stop himself from tensing up at the flicker of anger that moves across his mind upon hearing it.

No.

No, you are his to ravish and love and cherish and pleasure and—

“Slow down.”

A hand shoots out to grab Pierrot’s wrist and halt his motions, too quick for the eye to see before green-striped claws are biting down on the other’s arm.

Pierrot has two fingers pressed deep inside the tight grasp of your body, curled in such a way that he’s learned leaves you gasping for mercy. Your thighs are shaking on either side of where the man sits between them. He hadn’t even heard Harlequin striding towards the bed, so engrossed was he in your moans and whimpers of desire.

But now that he’s stopped, he can see how your chest rises and falls in ragged breaths. How your form twitches and shakes with every little movement of his fingertips nestled deep in your channel.

“Humans are fragile things, Pierrot,” Harlequin’s whisper is sharp. “And I trust you don’t want to break this one, do you?”

Pierrot doesn’t reply. Of course he cannot. But he doesn’t look at his fellow performer either, choosing instead to keep his glowing gaze on your face, your half-lidded eyes and how your lips are parted in a constant shape of his name upon them.

At that, the sharp claws recede from where they had gripped hard enough to tear into Pierrot’s uniform sleeve. No blood is drawn— or at least nothing that looks like blood— but there is a stinging pain left in its wake. Pierrot tries not to focus on how that slight pain sends a shiver of delight down his spine.

And then Harlequin speaks again.

“Good job,” the praise feels… only slightly hollow. “What a good boy you are, following orders. Isn’t it so much better to focus on listening than to speak?”

Pierrot finally gives into curiosity as he turns, looking to Harlequin with cautious confusion.

The other doesn’t offer much behind his mask of a vicious grin, too sharp at the edges that left him more unnerving than the others at times. But he’s staring back into Pierrot’s eyes. The first time they had truly looked at one another without anger coloring the vision.

Emerald eyes glitter in the dim light of the tent.

“Oh, I think we’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

[alegalcara]

Howdy everyone 👋

I just wanted to make a song about The Freak Circus game it’s a fanmade by me so it’s not really official song of the game (i know the game is not finish so maybe i will make a new one about it when it will be finish) and that not my voice i just did the words

@nekoboydreams hope you like it ^^✨️

[alegalcara]

I love Gianni so much

[alegalcara]

To be honest, I hope that this is the kind of relationship that MC and Harlequin will have in the game. I'm praying for it.

[alegalcara]

For one moment my dirty mind went

"HOLD A FUCKING MINUTE."

Before going like-

"Oh, he's just carrying mc, and here i was thinking it was nsfw."

这东西好难做我靠

[alegalcara]

They arguing about who ate the pudding and where is at :]

Know that famous scene from The Incredibles, with Frozone and his wife. I just can't stop hearing Romance in Honey (Frozone wife) dialogue.

I want to animate this, but I don't know what they'd be discussing. Maybe I'll keep the same dialogue and just animate it. But if anyone has any ideas please let me know.

Yes, it will be PolySaja.

[alegalcara]

@cerberus253 owl wife when she spots something shiny XD

can I come over and look at you like this

[alegalcara]

WHERE'S YOUR NUGGETS ?

...i don't have nuggets...but i do have a eggs cake with chocolate cream over them.

[alegalcara]

You not the only one wondering about it >:]

Evil Jax is so shy.. i wonder if he's also shy in bed.

[alegalcara]

Had this idea in my head for daaaays 😅

[alegalcara]

.....damn susie..

[alegalcara]

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a trans non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the trans enby spectrum!

[alegalcara]

@cerberus253 we know damn well what two characters this would be >:]

[alegalcara]

...this is beautiful..

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

i could do work or i could draw this picture of SHREDDED Mike WZYZZowski

alternatively: 

[alegalcara]

@cerberus253 artists when the oc doesn't end up the way they want:

we’re working on something

[alegalcara]

Here, random pics of memes and arts i found on my pinterest. Hope this cheers ya up

I think it's fair to say that I am having the worst time at work right now. If anyone has funny memes or videos they want to send me so I can feel something other than frustration and despair, I would greatly appreciate it.

[alegalcara]

Lol, got to find it amusing you get asked questions about Samurai Jack and Gravity Falls like you are the creator of the shows themselves.