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dollfxcx · 10 months

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can you write something about jealous!Pennywise? maybe some marking like bites and shit like that??

I'm finally back!! sorry it took long I was busy!!

TW: nsfw, blood, body gore

Word count: (1.7k+)

"How come they never let you go out alone? Do I look like a murderer that much?" Dave asks, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you shrug.

"Both my parents and…my best friend are missing. Richie's just worried about my safety, I guess." Dave hums, nodding his head slightly.

"Got it. Well, if anything happens, I'm here." You chuckle at the offer and nod, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Dave stops abruptly, grabbing your wrist and tilting his head down to look you in the eye.

"What--" you don't have time to finish the sentence as his lips crash on yours, his hands tighten around your hips as you both back away into the dark alley, Dave pins you against the wall, he pushes one of his thighs between your legs, and it's just as his mouth moves down your neck that you hear a voice.

"Your mother never taught you not to take other people's belongings, Davey?" Dave whirls around, eyes narrowed suspiciously, his fingers tightening protectively around your hips.

"Can I help you?" he asks the man who appears in front of him, his hands are buried in his pockets and his back is bent in a springy position. Pennywise approaches you and grabs your arm, pulling you towards him under the astonished gaze of Dave, who immediately addresses him.

"What the fuck, man? Who do you think you are?" Out of the corner of your eye you can see Pennywise grinning almost gleefully, he extends a hand to him with feigned kindness.

"Robert Gray, at your service. Now if you'll excuse us." In his human form, Pennywise turns around, still squeezing your arm, and starts to walk away, under the shocked gaze of Dave, who looks like a fish out of water.

"Y/n, what the fuck is going on?" he finally inquires, craving answers, his mouth slightly parted in a stunned expression.

"I don't... Look, I'll explain everything to you, I promise." you assure him, letting Pennywise drag you away, a low growl bubbling in his throat as he does. As you turn around the corner, you plant your feet and blurt out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Pennywise covers your mouth with his hand, his blue eyes gleaming gold as his lips come close to your ear.

"You better watch your tongue, pet. I'm seething already." And with a snap of his fingers, you're both in your room, Pennywise grabs you by the hips and viciously throws you onto the bed.

"What the hell are you doing? Richie was behind us, he must have seen us, he might come in and--" your sentence is cut short as Pennywise, back in his clown form, abruptly lands on top of your body, taking your breath away.

"They only see what I want them to see." he snarls, one hand yanks your shirt off, some buttons fall clacking to the floor. He buries his nose against the skin of your shoulder, you hear him grumble angrily.

"I ordered you not to go out with filthy humans anymore." his lips brutally drag against your skin as he begins to slam his crotch against yours in slow strokes.

"And I told you I don't really like following orders." you stammer as you feel his rough tongue begin to lick your skin, the bite mark he left on you that was covered by concealer now visible again.

"Oh, what a naughty pet you've been. Covering my mark like that… thought you could get away with Little Davey? Did you think I'd let you?" The question is rhetorical and you can't even answer because Pennywise crawls down from your body, taking off your pants with a jerk and, noticing that you're not wearing underwear, he glares at you.

"Oh yes, you certainly did." he clicks his tongue in disgust and disappointment, writhing in on himself until you can only see his eyes and a shock of red hair peek out between your spread legs. Even though his clown form is remotely humanoid, the golden glow of his gaze is far from human, he's hungry and furious.

"Scream and I'll rip your arm off." he warns you, no hint of playfulness or teasing in his tone, you blink quickly as if that might be enough to prepare you for the worst. You watch tensely as one of his hands lets his claws out, they trace a trail from the skin of your neck to the one just below your navel, a touch so light it makes you shiver. Time seems to stop when one of his claws begins to dig lightly into your flesh, you let out a startled yelp, he glares at you to remind you of his warning. His finger moves slowly across your skin, carving small rune-like letters you can't translate, your head falls back on the pillow as you let the warm sensation that is rising from the painful experience spread through your entire body. When he finishes carving, he sighs with satisfaction, his tongue sweeping over each rune to lick off the blood that drips from them.

"Look at you, just letting me do this to you without objection, so obedient. So pretty for me." he whines, a sinister smile on his face, as he pulls himself up from the mattress to admire his work, he runs one of his fingers, almost fondly, over the writing on your skin. You moan as, eyes narrowed in expectation, you feel him crawl up onto your body again, so close he could sit on your chest, your face practically against his crotch. You look up at him, your hands tighten around his calves, and he stares back, lids almost completely closed as he peers down at you. One of his hands reaches for your cheek, caressing it almost affectionately at first, then grabbing it with more force, he lowers his face towards yours.

"I also told you I don't like when you misbehave, didn't I?" he asks when you complain at his hard grip on your cheeks.

"Do you think you deserve kindness, pet?" he continues, pushing the tip of his thumb between your lips, you give it a swift suck, blinking quickly with feigned innocence. Pennywise can't hold back a grin, his free hand moves to the zipper of his trousers, which then disappear with a snap of his fingers, as you've seen him do so many times, his monstrous body seen from your perspective always has something divine which he can never completely free himself from.

"Oh, I know exactly what you deserve..." he murmurs, arching his back and starting to stroke his tentacle-like cock slowly, his hips having sudden spasms that bring him dangerously close to your mouth from time to time. Your legs start to tremble since you don't know if you'll be able to do much in this position, utterly uncomfortable for you, he's the only one able to move being on top of you, and since you're stuck between his body and the mattress. Pennywise grunts under his breath, his thumb caressing the tip from which a little precum is already oozing out.

"Open." he orders you, narrowing his eyes and digging a hand into your hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling your face slightly upwards. You can't and won't do anything but obey, letting his cock slide between your lips with ease, the sound of your squelchy saliva ringing in your ears.

"That's it, good. Take me, alllll the way. Tastes good?" he asks, you can see how his eyes roll back in pleasure, so you nod frantically, so much so that your teeth involuntarily rub against his oversensitive skin, which makes him groan and thrust into your mouth.

"Don't bite, or I will bite you." you know he's not kidding so you suck on his cock harder in search of magnanimity and he seems to like it as his grip on your hair tightens, his fingers pressing against the back of your head to propel you further forward. After a few minutes you hear him panting, and you can't help but moan when you see his body on top of yours covered in a light layer of glistening sweat, which makes him shine even in the dark of night. Pennywise frowns, his hips shaking, and you feel his knees give out for a split second, your palms clasped around his calves feel the tendons tense.

"So good for me." you hear him mumble, he then grabs your shoulders and pushes you further down, throwing the pillow away so that your head now lays solely on the mattress, depriving you of the only advantage you had over him, now completely blocked and at his mercy.

"Now stay still and let Pennywise fuck your pretty mouth, mh?" Without waiting for an answer, he arches his back and leans on his arms to sink into you, thrusting in and out, up and down as if he were doing push-ups. You choke around his cock more than once, unable to move or slow his pace, and that seems to turn him on even more, he thrusts into your mouth until the tip caresses your throat, stimulating your gag reflex, and sits still in that position for a few seconds, as if it were a plug, if your eyes weren't veiled with tears you would be able to see his teeth becoming sharper as his pleasure increases. With a broken moan, he cums

into your mouth, but he doesn't stop moving his hips, making sure to pump every single drop down your throat. When he collapses on you, after almost affectionately wiping the corners of your mouth, you hear him purr, his nose nuzzles up against your neck, and you can't help but run a hand through his ginger hair, which makes him mumble in a language you don't know.

"What do those runes mean, by the way?" you ask, referring to the writing he engraved on your belly, Pennywise shakes his head slightly and purrs even louder, his teeth gliding over your skin delicately, without malicious intentions.

"It means everything and it means

nothing." he then mumbles, his arms wrap around your waist possessively, you can't help but roll his eyes.

"Now sleep."

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into-crazy · 1 year

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Derry's Secret Pt. 6

Pennywise x Female Reader series

Warnings- mature language, stalking, dark themes, NSFW, SMUT, choking, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, degradation, edging and orgasm denial, overstimulation, ages 18+

I'm baaaack!! Here is a long and extremely overdue part to the series. All I can say is.. heed the warnings. Oh, and have fun!

Other parts can be found RIGHT HERE and through the "Derry's Secret" tag🎈

That evening you decided to stay home. Gabby had texted you prior, asking if you wanted to go out with her and a few other girlfriends. You've hung out with them a couple times before, Gabby was friends with them before you had moved here and had introduced you to each other. They were going out to eat and have some drinks. You declined, stating you just wanted to stay home and catch up on some sleep. It wasn't true. You had your own plans tonight.

You've done quite a lot of thinking ever since you left that house on Neibolt street. Half of your thoughts consisted of you considering what Pennywise had said, and the other half was you scolding yourself for it. Ultimately, you came to a decision.

After a nice shower, you decided to binge watch one of your favorite shows. Lounging with no bra or pants, your ideal form of comfort. Nothing like an oversized tee with some panties to have you set for the night.

Walking into the kitchen, you grab a glass and pour yourself water from the fridge. You take a large gulp before shutting the fridge door. When you turn around, the cup instantly slips from your hand. The glass shatters as it hits the tiled floor below. Leaving the rest of the water to spill by your feet.

Pennywise stood a few feet before you, his stance almost ravenous. His golden gaze runs over your body, covering every inch of you. You don't move one muscle, you're like a deer caught in a beam of headlights.

"Miss me?" He mocks, smiling with that toothy grin of his.

You soon find yourself backing towards the fridge as he steps closer, with your heart rate increasing by the second. There's no escape this time. He's got you exactly where he wants you. Alone in your home, half clothed and completely vulnerable. With no one to come to your rescue this time.

What he doesn't know is that you're right where you want to be. Having known the risk of Pennywise showing up, you still secretly anticipated it. Or perhaps he does know, and that's why he's here. You can only ask yourself now- was this the right decision?

The clown speaks again, "in the time I spent watching you, I've found something quite captivating. Which I also find to be unexpected, as it is a first for me." He catches you staring at his lips.

You try to shy it off. "Would you um, care to enlighten me?"

"The entire time I've been on this world, I fed on nothing but the fear and flesh of life upon it. For so many years, it stayed that way. But you.. you seemed to have introduced me to a different craving." Drool drips down his plump lips. His breath grows feverish, and he needs a second to get himself together before continuing. "I've known there to be lust amongst humans. Though I never cared for it much as it was never meant for me. Until I smelt it on you." He could see it in your eyes, read it clear in your mind. "But you are closing it off," he frowns. "You won't give in, even though you want to very badly. Why?"

You turn your gaze to the broken glass on the floor. Briefly shutting your eyes to hide the embarrassment. "Because it's wrong," you answer. "I do want you. And I want nothing more than to give myself to you.." The desperate whine in your voice gets him to step closer. "I've thought about it, dreamt of it. But I-I couldn't get over the fact that I was ashamed of how much I want it. Of how much I want you."

Admitting this felt alleviating. Like a heavy weight had been lifted from your chest, no longer suffocating you in your own guilt. Instead it was entirely replaced with what you had tried to confine. The scorching feeling of this desire spreading through your veins like a wildfire.

"But I don't want to be ashamed anymore." You whisper, bravely turning back to him. Tightening the strength in your legs which are growing weak.

"Precious doll, trying so hard to deny your desires," he steps over the mess on the floor. The glass crunches under his steps, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

Him calling you doll sends goosebumps prickling across your body.

"Let go. Give in to me y/n.."

His long frame lurches over you. You watch as his gloved hand slides up your arm to your neck, giving it a light squeeze. You mewl at his touch, your hardened nipples poking through the white tee. His other hand goes to rub your left breast, earning soft sighs from you when his thumb brushes the sensitive bud.

"Poor little human, so stubborn. So touch deprived. I can make it worth your while." His breath is hot on your face as he licks up your reddened cheek with that long slimy tongue. "Pennywise can make you feel soo good."

"Mmm I-" you pant, grabbing onto the ruffles of his collar.

He chuckles into your ear, his soft coos tickling your skin. "What is it? Do you want it?"

You finally allow your body to push back against his. "Y-yes."

"Yes what? Say it. I want to hear you say it." He demands, his grip firmly holding you in place.

"I.. I want you." You breathe out heavily as if you're letting everything go. Letting go of everything that was holding you back. He pulls from your neck to look at you. Your lips are parted, your eyes are lust blown, and the top of your shirt is soaked from the wetness of his drool. Your chest is heaving with each heavy breath you take. "I give in to you. Please, just take me." You plead bringing your leg up to rub his calf.

He brings his hands to your hips and rapidly snatches you off your feet, your legs instantly go to wrap around his waist. You kiss each other hungrily, with desperation in your movements. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and gains control. The taste of his tongue engulfs your senses with those familiar scents and flavors from previous kisses. Your eyes flutter as you finally get what you've been missing.

You grind against him and he presses your back hard into the steel of the fridge. It stings since he is much stronger than you. "Ahhh, P-Pennywise.. the bed." You stutter in between short takes of air. "Take me to my bed."

Snarling at your request, he effortlessly walks with you in his arms into the room and tosses you on the top of the mattress. You scoot back into place as he crawls over your body, you watch as those monstrous claws tear right through the fabric of his gloves. The sight sends chills up your spine. Reminding you of a predator sizing up its prey, ready to sink its teeth in and devour. Perhaps that's what Pennywise intends on doing with you. One way or another.

He straddles you and takes ahold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Now, won't you be a good girl and keep your hands there. Do not move them."

You nod, showing him your compliance. He rubs his clawed hands down your arms to the collar of your shirt, tearing through the wet material to release your breasts. Good thing that wasn't one of your favorite tees. You deeply exhale as he kneads the round flesh, his large thumbs rubbing over your peaked nipples. A hypnotized look on his face while handles them, as if he's seeing such a thing for the first time. He's seen breasts before, right? You can't help but giggle at his focused face. At the sound of your amusement, his eyes dart straight up at you.

What a cute little frown. you smile to yourself.

"Cute!? You think I'm cute!?" He roars in your face, harshly grasping your cheeks.

"Damn right adorable." You amusingly jab back. So he is a mind reader. Not happy with your defiance, he sticks two clawed fingers into your mouth. Shoving them in far enough to gag you, effectively shutting you up. This sends a rush of arousal straight to your core.

"My, what a disobedient pet you are.." he calmly whispers stroking your chin with his thumb. Too calm, dangerously calm.

He looks even more irresistible when he's mad. It makes you want to provoke him further. Closing your lips around his digits, you begin to suck. Humming while casting your lust dead into his eyes with a look that screams- try me.

"Ohhh and an awfully naughty one at that." He huffs rather impressed.

Whether you're crazy, stupid, depraved or whatever the case- he doesn't care. But you are a brave one, that he'll acknowledge. Only to himself, for now. Removing his fingers, he tears the rest of the white fabric from your body. You wince slightly as his claws leave scratch marks into your skin. You're soon left in nothing but a black, lacy thong. He smirks at you knowingly and you reciprocate. After all, you've anticipated this.

"I'll show you who's cute. You made me wait for too long. So I will make you beg for me." The snarl in his voice rolls off his tongue. You hum struggling against his grip, which he scowls.

Pennywise moves slowly down your body, his red puff balls gliding roughly against your stomach. Using one hand to pin your hips down, he tears your underwear right off. Making you yelp when he does. He brings the small piece up to his nose, taking his time to inhale your scent. "Soo sweet," he softly confides then places them to the side. Having him up close and personal to your most private area makes you feel self-conscious. As you slightly squeeze your thighs together, Pennywise takes notice. "What's the matter, are you shy?" He coos kissing down your stomach.

"A little, yes." You shiver in his grasp.

"Uh-uh," he waves a finger, "there's no need for that pretty thing. Open up for me now, hm. Show me your sweet little pussy." Taking ahold of each thigh, he spreads you open upon your avail. Exposing your sex to him, slick with arousal and clit throbbing in excitement. Heat floods into your cheeks, tinting them a shade of red. He lets out a low growl, "such a delicate, wet flower." He licks from the middle of your inner thigh up to your entrance. When he was about to reach where you need him most, he purposely pulls away. Leaving you to whine and squirm with disappointment. While he chuckles in delight. "Use that filthy mouth and beg for it."

"I need your mouth on me, p-please," you plead. "Please Penny."

The sound of the nickname you give him rumbles throughout his inhuman body with pleasure. Giving a satisfied grin, he licks a long strip over your wet slit. Getting that first taste of you, making you shudder when he runs over your clit. "Tasty, tasty treat.. and all for Pennywise, all mine." He deeply huffs before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Running his slimy tongue around your folds and lapping your sweet bundle of nerves. Slurping up your juices which are all so pleasing to him.

You ball your fists above your head, trying so hard to stay how he wanted. But that magic tongue of his has you squirming around uncomfortably. "Uhm, Pen-Pennywise, could I move my hands?" You ask in the most innocent tone able to conjure.

"Since you asked nicely, yes you can." He confirms before going back to it.

Your arms go to your side, so your elbows can hold your weight to provide better support. His nose pushes against your bud while he sucks onto you, making you moan unabashedly. His tongue working it's rhythm in you while he's swallowing down all your juices. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, completely whitened out. A terrifying sight which you found oddly endearing. You moan in awe at how lost he is into you. His makeup wasn't even smearing, staying perfectly intact. You had thought by now it'd be a runny mess by now, with large amounts of that red and white transfering onto you. But his clown paint didn't falter once, and there's not even a trace on you. His orange hair dropped down his face, tickling your thighs. How you want to grab a handful of his locks.

Should you dare try?

You gently place your right hand over his head. Palming around his soft hair to test the waters. Maybe he's too far in to notice. Once he gives your clit extra attention, you grab onto him and tug lightly at his hair.

He snaps back into focus with a growl that sounds angry as he pulls away slightly.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to." Fearfully thinking you might've crossed the line, you retract your hand.

But he doesn't move and his growling subsides. "Put it back."

"Huh?"

"Put your hand back. But no tugging." Pennywise insists, and you listen. Running your fingers through his soft locks.

He hums before bringing his hand to his face. You notice his claws are gone and the gloves are back. Which doesn't matter, because he rips the article off with his teeth, revealing his bare hand. To no surprise, his regular hand is the same white as his face. He inserts two fingers into you, setting a slow pace before he picks it up. His finger strokes feel amazing inside you, rubbing in all the right places. Although you think about how his cock would feel. To have him inside you.

Which raises the question- does he have one? Or any form of genitals? Those are actually some really good questions.

He sucks and licks on your clit all while working his fingers inside you. It's one of the most pleasurable things you've felt im your life. You can feel your release fast approaching. "Oh fuck, I'm.. I'm gonna-" your lewd moans get him moving faster. Just when you were about to fall over that ledge into pure bliss, he stops completely. Halting the movement of his fingers and removing his mouth with a loud slurp. This earns a groan of displeasure from you. "No! Why did you stop? I was so close!"

Pennywise chuckles darkly at your whines, "I told you I was going to make you beg, earthling."

Tears prickle the corners your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. It hurts. It was right there, but he cruelly ripped it away! "Please," you cry softly, "you want me to beg? I'm begging, please- let me cum!"

Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to reward you. "Mm, that's better. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He places his slicked fingers back into your pussy. Alternating between stoking your walls and curling them in that spot that makes you scream. His tongue adding more pressure on your clit than before.

"Yes, yes, don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

"Gonna cum on my hand, babydoll? Do it, do it now. I want it all!" He commands pressing down onto your clit, sending you over the edge. Your back arches off the bed, crying out as your sweet release finally takes over your body. Pennywise watches you ride out your orgasm, intoxicated with the way you looked- so dirty, beautiful, and entirely under his mercy.

It took a lot of power in him to hold back his teeth from turning to sharp fangs. His cheeks were barely starting to split until he had to make sure that they wouldn't. Because in that moment of ecstasy which he gave you, he experienced an awakening of his own. Apparently feeding off just your mixed up mash of lust and fear wasn't going to cut it. It wasn't enough to satisfy this new hunger. He craves to feel you closer. Much closer.

Once he finished licking up your juices, he removes his fingers. Crawling back up your body as you're coming down. He keeps eye contact while obscenely sucking the remainder from them. The vulgar sight makes you whimper. He brings his face to yours and you pull him in with strength that surprised you both. His wet tongue slithers into your mouth and you taste yourself on him. You hungrily suck his tongue and push your hips up to him, rubbing your bare self onto his still clothed body. Pennywise starts grinding into you. As he does, you could feel something hard under his pantaloons.

That must be his member. It has to be.

You moan each time it brushes against your pussy as he dry humps you into the mattress. He starts panting, which is only turning you on more. Extending a hand down, you palm the hard member below causing it to twitch upon your touch.

Oh yeah, that's his cock alright.

Pennywise snatches your hand away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I want to feel you." You throw your hips back up.

His hand tightens around your wrist as he laughs tauntingly at your request, "ohh angel, I don't think you're ready for that."

"But I am," you whine. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Is that so? Does my little doll want something like.. my cock? You want my cock sweet thing?" He grinds down into you harder, catching you in a silent moan. "Need me to fill that needy hole of yours?" He's teasing the hell out of you, and he's throughly enjoying it.

"Yes! I need you to fuck me!" You wail desperately.

A rumble vibrates within his chest before he pins your waist down into the mattress. Holding you in place as his other reaches for his trousers. You watch as he works them, but his eyes are fixed on you. His large cock bounces free from the pants, and it is unlike anything you've ever seen before.

It's got the shape of a penis, yet has a deep shade of purple. Strange, other-worldly, and intimidating are what you would use describe it in this moment. And had you been in your right mindset, there would be no way you'd let that appendage near you. Let alone go inside you. But currently, you don't find it in you to care. You're far too gone. Far too absorbed in the pleasure this eldritch being is bestowing upon you. Right now, you want to feel all that it is. Questions and concerns can wait until later. If there is one.

To say Pennywise's member is intimidating may be an understatement. As he lines himself up with your entrance, you notice just how huge it really is. You knew he was big, but you didn't know it was that big.

"Will.." you gasp, "will it fit?"

His face snaps up to look at your worried expression, the fear in your eyes. His smile only widens and he rubs his thick head along your folds, the stimulation making you writhe. "Isn't this what you wanted, pet? For Pennywise to Fill. You. Up." He punctuates each word with a torturous roll of his hips against your heat.

"Fuuck," your eyes squeeze shut, "I do- oh fuck yes, I really do."

"Sweet thing," he shushes you. "You are ready. All you need to do is let me in." He grabs ahold of your thighs to spread you more. Displaying your cunt before him in the most obscene way. Walls throbbing with your juices practically flowing down, ready to be filled with his cock. A sight arousing enough to send another glob of drool dribbling down his chin. He's ready to bury himself into your hole and claim you as his. "I will fit, I will make it fit. Don't you worry about that. Now open up for me."

Wide eyed, you watch without further protest as his tip goes back to your entrance. You wanted this- want this.

Pennywise coaxes you by your chin to face him, "Eyes on me y/n. Look at me as I enter you." His raspy voice an intoxicating mix of low, sweet and demanding. Him calling you by your name calms your nerves and only makes you want him that much more.

He advances and you grip onto him. Dropping your jaw to release a deep groan from being stretched wide, wider than you've ever been before. Doing your best to keep your eyes open for him as your vision grows blurry with tears. He slowly pushes into your tight heat inch by inch. It hurts, you expected it would. But you need him to keep going. You dig your nails into the fabric of his costume, urging him to continue.

He pushes in, wiping the fresh tears that fallen down your cheeks with his thumbs. "That's it, ease into it." He huffs at the pleasurable feeling of your walls around his length. All warm and snug around him. "Ohh yessss, good girl.. so wet and warm, soo good."

You bite your lip as he begins to move. Pulling out slowly before pushing back in at the same rate. Doing this a few times to get you used to the stretch. After all, he doesn't want to break you. Not anytime soon, at least. He gradually picks up the speed of his thrusts, and soon you're begging him not to stop. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and the noises from each of your mouths. You're a whining, moaning mess. Fully given in to the pleasure. While Pennywise grunts and occasionally groans, taking his own pleasure from your body.

"Oh ho ho, look at you. You're certainly enjoying this, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly when you give him a small whimper. Only to become impatient when you can't find the words to answer. He grips your face to look you in the eyes, slowing to move in and out of you at a languid pace. "Come on. Tell me, my pet. How does it feel being fucked by a monster? By the Eater of Worlds?"

"It- ah- it feels amazing. Oh fuck, you feel so amazing!" You're able to answer through short pants.

He grins widely to display a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. It's both a frightening and enticing sight which leaves you staggered. Then before you know it, he snaps his hips against yours at a pace so fast and hard you start seeing stars. Unable to control the wanton moans spilling from your mouth as he fucks you into the mattress.

"Ohh! Yes, yes- ahhh!" You keen intensely from his violent force. It's too much, yet you can't get enough of it. Your walls contract tightly around his cock, the need to climax again is approaching fast. The monster above you senses this too. Larger globs of drool drop from his grisly mouth and down onto you. Your entire body is slick with a mixture of your sweat and his saliva.

"You want to cum, huh? Such a dirty girl, wanting to cum on my cock," he sneers. His thrusts do not falter one bit, making it difficult for you to respond.

"Y-yes, please, I wanna cum on your cock." Your climax is fast approaching, building in the pit of your stomach. Quickly becoming tighter, and growing more intense as it gets closer to being released. Your hips buck rapidly against him, trying to reach it. Hoping that he doesn't deny you this one like he did with the first one.

His hand moves between your bodies to find your clit. He rubs it hard, making you scream. "Then do it. Cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are."

With that, you do. Crying out as your orgasm gushes out all over his cock. Pennywise growls and chuckles lowly at the feel of your cunt pulsating around his member. This is something it's never felt before. It took a few seconds for your climax to subside, enough for you to realize that he's still ramming into you with full force. You're exhausted, weak, and overstimulated. All you are able to do is lay there and moan while Pennywise takes you as he pleases.

He grips tightly onto your hips and starts to lightly pant. "Again. I want another one."

At those words, you feel your heart drop. You don't know if you are even able to cum again. "I.. I can't."

He snarls harshly at your words. "You can, and you will." His thumb is back pressing roughly on your clit, while his other hand moves up your chest to wrap around your throat. His grip around your throat squeezes, restricting your ability to breathe. "Cum. Now." He growls powerfully right before slamming into you one last time, digging his claws into the flesh of your hips as he fills you with his hot seed.

You feel yourself cum at the exact moment he unloads inside of you. Your back arching all the way up from the bed, and your hips still rocking as your final orgasm violently crashes down on you. It was a lot for your body to handle. Your vision quickly became blurry, and you began to slip out of consciousness. Making it difficult for you to make out Pennywise's ghastly features. Panic quickly sets in when you realize that your sight isn't coming back. Nothing is coming back to you! Your strength or sight. Even your hearing is fading. Everything is fading. You can't move, you can't talk. Can't even make out the clown's features anymore. You're scared. It's all going black.

Soon, it was completely dark. Pennywise's dark laughter being the last thing you heard right before passing out.

End of Part 6.

#Derry's Secret #pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise imagine #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise x female reader #penny posted

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Don't be scared

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic 'cause I need to get these ideas out of my head before they eat me up. I'll post this thing on AO3 when I'm not so lazy to create an account. If I go ahead with it, it'll be NSFW, sexually disturbing, gory, violent, reader is an autistic drepressed suicidal girl… In short, skip it if you're a sensitive soul. For the rest of you, enjoy (I hope).

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: The image is by @fandomscreenshots but you should already know that because what she does is amazing)

You've always lived in Derry, Maine. Well, actually you were born in Derry, went to school in Derry and, like any good citizen, you now work in Derry. You don't like it, you never have, and you know that no matter what you do, you'll never like it.

Firstly, because no matter how hard you try since childhood, you just can't seem to make any friends. Worse, people seem to have agreed to shut you out and hate you. At best, they ignore you, at worst… well, let's just say there are certain people you've learned to avoid at all costs, so you don't have to spend the evening licking your wounds…

Secondly, because there's something unhealthy about the general atmosphere of this town, as if it were being devoured by a cancer that affected not only the surrounding greenery, but also the buildings and even the people. A cancer that could be called suffering, melancholy or despair. And although no one knows where these feelings come from, everyone seems to accept them as an inevitable burden.

Tonight, like most evenings, you're working at the Canal Rouge, a rather quiet bar where people can drink and listen to local artists perform on a small stage. You're a waitress, and it's not the most pleasant of jobs, especially when you're a woman. Fortunately, your boss is a woman too, and she's very strict about the respect customers show her staff, so things could be a lot worse.

But tonight, you're in a particularly bad mood. Fatigue has always been a difficult thing for you to deal with, and lately your nights have been… tormented. You've been having a dream, always the same with little difference, on and off for over a week. It's a hazy, dark, incoherent dream that's hard to remember. What you remember most is anguish, fear… and an unbearable feeling of being watched by something dangerous, making you feel like prey waiting to be devoured. When your therapist asked you to describe this dream, even with random words, you said 'fear', 'red' and… clown'. You laughed after saying that last word, a nervous, uncontrolled laugh, like a continuation of the one you always hear in this dream before waking up.

But tonight, the worst is yet to come, because you have to serve Jenny's gang as consumers, young people your own age who, like you, are stuck in Derry and like to pass the time by annoying other people. Especially you, since you met them in kindergarten. You know you won't be able to get home safely tonight…

And your fears are confirmed as you finish your shift. As you emerge into the alley to which the service door leads, you see them laughing at the end of it, looking in your direction. This is the way home. You quickly think of another option, but you know that even if you take a longer route, they'll be able to corner you sooner or later, and that's what they'll do. Unless… you go through the forest…

You don't hesitate, knowing that your pursuers won't follow. Their parents have given them the same instructions as you: never go into the forest at night. Ever. Your father had made it clear that he meant business by emphasizing his order with the back of his hand. But tonight, you're a grown-up, and between your dead father's old superstitions and Jenny and her gang's guaranteed beating, the choice was quickly made.

You head into the forest, at first more worried about your pursuers who, as expected, quickly abandon their target. Then you decide to turn on the torch on your phone, as it quickly becomes very dark between the tightly packed trees in the middle of the night. You recognize the path you're on and follow it to the ancient oak tree where you used to climb as a child to escape the bullies. But even this place, reassuring by day, gives off a menacing aura by night…

All is quiet, too quiet for a forest where animals should be going about their nocturnal lives. You get the impression that a kind of fog is floating around, light but unnatural, and as you look at the thick branches of the oak tree, you get a strange feeling… Like a memory from another life… Like a dream…

Suddenly, there's a sound. A sound you know well, having heard it every night for over a week. A laugh. A clown's laugh… You turn in all directions, shining your phone in every nook and cranny around the oak. And just as you realize that there's nothing there, that maybe it's your imagination playing tricks on you, the laughter starts up again. You jump back against the tree, light pointed ahead, anticipating the appearance of someone, something… The laughter becomes more distinct, closer… But it's not coming from in front of you, nor from the sides… It comes… from above?

With a quick gesture, you point the light towards the branches of the oak tree and there, hidden in the shadows of the leaves, you see it: a clown. No, THE clown. The one who has haunted your dreams, distressed your nights, devoured your sanity. This present moment has repeated itself endlessly in your nightmare and now it's all happening for real, clear as day and just as terrifying.

With a muffled scream, you drop your phone, the lamp face down and your legs buckling beneath you. The little light that escapes from beneath your phone only faintly illuminates the bottom of the tree, but you know IT's there.

And it's not long before he leaps down from the tree. You can only make out a silhouette in the darkness, and as you hear him coming closer, you try to remember the end of the dream. It's all a blur, and all that comes back is a vague memory of a hunt in which you are the prey… Back on the grassy ground, you pull yourself back as best you can with your hands, never taking your eyes off the presence. Is this how you're going to die?

He moves slowly closer, slipping into the shadows. You can make out that he's leaning forward, then addressing you in a childlike voice.

"Hiya Y/N! I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!"

He suddenly picks up your phone from the floor, pulling it up slowly, light downwards, gradually revealing his appearance as he continues.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, you know? Don't be scared, I'm not going to kill you…"

As he utters these words, light finally shines on his face, reflected in his abnormally large and sharp teeth, piercing yellow eyes focused on you, and horror fills you.

"… yet."

The instinct to survive gives you new energy. You leap to your feet and flee the way you came, briefly illuminated by your phone in the clown's hands. You run at full speed, ignoring the noises behind you that make you think he's chasing you. If you've got a chance of getting away, you're going to take it. In fact, the forest exit isn't far off. One last push! You close your eyes and accelerate again… when hands often clutch your collar, brutally stopping your momentum.

"There you are, you bastard!"

"I told you she'd come back! She's such a pussy!"

"No way out now, you bitch!"

Jenny and her gang… It was Tim, the big muscular guy who caught you. They were waiting for you just outside the forest…

"Why are you running so fast? Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"

They burst out laughing, but the sound reaches you distorted. The adrenalin from your run is wearing off too slowly and you can still hear your heart pounding in your eardrums. You struggle on, your brain unable to make sense of what has just happened. Suddenly, you hear a foul noise. A kind of hoarse, inhuman growl, coming out of the depths of the woods like an echo to their pitiful mocking laughter. You feel Tim's hands trembling with uncontrollable fear on your collar and watch their faces disintegrate before your eyes. Tim lets go and they all flee in a single scream of terror, leaving you behind.

You turn around, your body still tired from your frantic run, and you quickly understand what made them flee: golden eyes, shining menacingly in the darkness, perched on a huge, muscular, fur-covered figure, its multiple sharp teeth accentuating the evil growl rolling down its throat. A werewolf.

You barely have time to realize that it's the clown from earlier before he disappears between the trees with a hoot that sends shivers down your spine. Just as you regain your strength to flee, something falls near you. You examine it carefully: it's your phone, and as you turn the screen towards you, you see a message written in a torn red font:

DON'T BE SCARED

You don't wait any longer and run towards town without looking back.

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise fanfiction #it #horror #damn i'm so scared of posting this why #anxiety my old friend

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addi-loves-penny · 2 months

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If anyone is willing to write pennywise x bubbly reader please let me know, I would really like it for my birthday

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #writers on tumblr #commission #request

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clueless-grunt · 1 year

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Handwriting

Pennywises’ handwriting was trash. Bordering on illegible.

After there was an established... Relationship, between you two, It began leaving notes and balloons with what could be best described as scribbles and chicken scratch scrawled on them. It was decided during Its next visit you would try to improve its handwriting, or teach it how to type instead.

Phonics books in hand, you waited for them to arrive for their nightly check in.

The tv went to static, then to a children’s show you didn’t recognize. Damnit, they’re dramatic tonight

The floorboards above you creaked, and the wind picked up outside, despite the trees remaining completely still under the fog and mist coming in from the barrens and the sea a few towns away from Derry.

The other side of the couch dipped, and a gloved hand tapped your shoulder.

“Hello little lapsi...”

“hello Pennywise. Listen, if you’re going to be leaving notes; I need to be able to read them.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to read them”

“ Then why do you keep leaving them?”

“Because I feel like giving you notice that I came by, human.”

Sighing, you handed it one of the preschool trace by letter books that you had picked up earlier that day. “Never the less, I’d like to be able to decipher your scribbles at some point.”

It looked at the book, then at you, and grinned.

“Very well~”

Over the next few weeks, the notes became a little neater, though the subject matter became gross and disturbing at best, and horrifying at worst. They would come by and sit near you as they wrote for practice, a lot of the time getting frustrated and scaring you instead.

There was a kind of oddness to the whole situation though. Hundreds of millions of years old, and they were perfectly fine accepting a handwriting book meant for toddlers.

That son of a gun has something planned.

#pennywise fanfiction #pennywise #it chapter two #it chapter one #it 2017

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medicated-for-public-safety · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: IT - Stephen King Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pennywise (IT)/Reader, Robert "Bob" Gray/Reader Characters: Pennywise (IT), Derry Residents (IT) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Children of Characters, child death(s), The typical tags that come with a shapeshifting alien clown, Post-Canon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings Apply, Explicit Language Summary:

Your dearest Granda used to tell you so many horrifying things when you were a child, and yet you still listened to every word he said. You were the only one who would.

Now that you are an adult and he has finally passed, you find yourself in Derry, Maine to fulfill his final wish. You don't know why he wants an empty journal left at a little door that probably doesn't even exist somewhere under the old sewer system, and yet here you find yourself being guided by three young children anyway.

If only you knew what torment your actions would bring down upon you.

So I've been sitting on this for years. This story is going to be a challenge for me, and it's going to be...different.

The Pennywise I'm going for is all of the Pennywises we've encountered so far since the novel was published, and yet none of them. He'll be sort of an amalgamation of all of them, though I chose to go with the Bill Skarsgård Pennywise look after a long debate (not gonna lie, it's my favorite, appearance-wise). I've also put a lot from the book in here, but I'm trying to mix everything together in one palpable hellbeast, so please excuse the slow pace and long length of the first chapter.

Things will hopefully make more sense once the second chapter comes out.

Please bear with me!

#IT #Stephen King's IT #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #Robert Gray #Bob Gray #Bobby Gray #Pennywise fanfiction

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slasherstories123 · 1 year

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Hello there! I saw that your starting to write slashers as dads so I got an idea! Jason voorhees, Micheal myrs, pennywise, and art the clown (of u write for him) reacting to kid reader being bullied (also this is when the slasher already took him in) how would the slashers react to this:)? Ty and have a great day

Jason, Michael, Pennywise, and Art the clown’s reaction to kid! Reader being bullied

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Jason Voorhees

Jason was looking everywhere for you.

He thought you might’ve gotten lost in the forest, it even cause his mother to freak out in his head thinking you got trapped in one of his traps set up for the trespassers.

Ever since he took you in he set up more traps for trespassers so they won’t hurt you, he didn’t want to think of the sight of you being hurt

Once he heard laughing in the distance, he stopped walking, slowly hiding behind the trees to see what was happening.

A group of kids were picking on you, he could tell that you were trying your best not to cry.

“Knock it off! Or I’m telling my Dad!” You yelled. One of the kids laughed at you, “Aw what’s your Dad gonna do? He dosen’t even know you’re here!”

Jason was livid, seeing those kids bully you reminded him of himself. He wasn’t gonna let that happen to you. Jason silently walked up behind you, you didn’t feel the dark presence radiate off Jason, but the kids sure did.

Once they saw him they ran away in fear. You felt him pick you up, it took you by surprise but you still hugged him.

“Thank you dad.”

Michael Myers

If you bully his child it’s over for you. But clearly a few kids didn’t get the message.

When it comes to you Michael will do anything to protect you, that’s why he watches from afar to make sure you’re okay and no one hurts you

He lost track of you since you were running away from a bunch of kids.

Once he caught up to you and the kids, he watched them from afar. Seeing them push you around while you begged them to stop. “Stop it!” They didn’t listen.

Once you fell on the ground you thought you saw him in the distance, but once you got up he was gone. You then heard a few of the kids run away

You turned around, seeing Michael having one of the kids in a death grip by his shirt while looking deep into his eyes. The kid tried to pry himself away. “Dad wait!” You yelled, grabbing onto his arm

Michael let out a huff towards you before dropping the kid, he ran away along with his other friends.

He then looked at you, your hands were still on his arm, you quickly pulled them away. You didn’t hear him, but you could see him let out a big sigh from his chest. Placing his hand out for you to take

You took it, now walking home with him.

Pennywise

You must be god himself if you think you can get away with bullying Pennywise’s child. There’s a lot of bully’s in Derry and besides the losers club they like to pick on you

A group of girls were chasing after you on their bikes while laughing at you. You managed to escape from their attack, trying to pour trash all over you.

“Come back y/n!” One of them screamed.

You kept running until you mad wit to the sewers. Hoping that your father Pennywise was still in there.

One of the girls let out a scoff. “Going in the sewers huh Y/N? No wonder why you smell like shit!” That caused the others to laugh too.

A loud growl made them all stop laughing, one of them even going into the sewers themselves. A balloon floated in front of them, once it popped Pennywise bolted towards them with his razor sharp teeth

The girls screamed before running away. Even though he wanted to chase after then, you came first.

“You can come out now little human.” You slowly poked your head out from behind one of the corners, his yellow eyes then turning back to blue,

“They won’t hurt you as long as I’m here.” He’ll make sure to terrorize them in their dreams once you fall asleep.

Art the Clown

Not many people know your father and that was okay, considering the fact that he does leave a lot, but he comes back rather quickly just to make sure you’re safe

Art has his own way of taking care of you unlike the others, even though his ways are wicked, you still love him as a father

A boy wouldn’t stop following you, calling you names as you tried to walk back home. Art heard him too

Once you passed an alleyway, Art jumped in front of the boy with his trash bag. Waving at him. You turned around and let out a sigh of relief

The boy was confused, even calling Art names too, but names don’t affect him, instead, it fills his ego

Art held up his finger, telling him to wait as he looked in his trash bag. Knowing him, he was probably gonna pick out a weapon of some sort

He pulled out a fire gun up in the air like it was a trophy. Then pointing it at him. The boy put his hands up in defense, once Art pulled the trigger, the fire shot out, nearly hitting the boy if he didn’t back up in time, screaming for help while running away from the two of you

Art nodded his head when the boy left, putting the fire gun back in his bag before excitingly extending his hand out towards you.

You smiled and grabbed it, you both slipped down the street together to go home.

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wildroseanddeadlyscent · 2 years

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bless them slasher fucker writers cause yall are so talented and also helped me to realize I belong to an asylum

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roadkill-writes · 8 months

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Bowers gang (Remember when) Part 4

This is part 4 of the continuation of the bowers gang series I started a long long while ago.

Pairings: bowers gang X fem!reader

Word count: Five pages , 1.7k words

Warnings: swearing, Harsh language, reader being naked and trapped in a bathroom

Hand still clutching the door handle of the bathroom as you heart pounded in your chest. The sound of their laughter still echoing around the room and your brain. You couldn’t help but ponder on how you got yourself into this mess of standing naked and afraid while four boys stood in your homes hallway laughing about you and this situation. Oh yes right, thank you Mrs.Peterson. You thought sarcastically that she was in fact the entire reason you were stuck stranded in your own bathroom.

You could just about hear the smirk plastered on Patrick’s face as he spoke from behind the door, “Come on princess we only wanna peak.” He pounded his fist against the door in a slow menacing way as if he knew were trying to strick free into your chest. Which he was successful at.

Your heart began to hammer away in your chest as if you were a lamb being led to slaughter. The little pig standing inside while the wolf huffs and puffs the house down. The helpless little fawn looking for it’s mother after it’s been shot but a hunter. The helpless little girl standing naked in her bathroom while the monsters stand on the other side laughing maniacally.

“I’m being serious this time go away!” Shouting at them like one would at a wild raccoon eating out of the garbage trying to ward it off. “This isn’t funny!”

“Okay hear me out!” Victor tried to reason with you from behind the door. He always behaved like the saving grace most of the time even though he’s just as stuck up as the rest of them. “We take a few steps back and you can grab your towel off the floor?” He spoke as it was almost supposed to be a question.

“And just how am I supposed to believe you’d all do that, especially Patrick?”

“I pinky promise sweetheart.” Victor gave his signature three gentle taps on the door. Opening the door just a enough to stick your hand through you stuck up your pinky finger in solidarity, feeling his pinky finger wrap around yours in a lock of faith you quickly let go and knelt down to grab your towel in a hurry pulling it through the crack in the door fast enough as you quickly slammed the door closed accidentally closing the corner of the towel in the crack having to open it back up and pulling it through.

Slamming the door back in place you tightly wrapped the towel around your body your hair still partially dripping wet reminding you of the peaceful shower that you do sadly had to get out of.

Reaching for the doorknob it was cold to the touch, the hinges making an eerie creaking sound as it was pulled open to reveal an empty hallway. As if the the boys were never standing there to begin with.

Gently on your top toes you began slowly making your way down the hall to your bedroom some of the floor boards groaned as you stepped on them. Even after all the times of sneaking out of the house you had failed to remember which parts of the floor to avoid, but this was an old house it wasn’t abnormal for the house to make unsettling noises every now and then so your parents never thought anything of it.

Tip toeing into the room you tried extremely hard to close the door without a creak or groan but it was to no avail. The door let out a wail and you recoiled into yourself at the sound. If the boys were still here you didn’t want them knowing you left the bathroom without being able to at least get dressed first. Twisting the lock and letting out a breathe of relief while closing your eyes, leaning your back up against the door for a moment of silence for the most part as you could hear those four boys downstairs making enough rowdy noise it sounds like they’re destroying the house.

Your dresser stood off to the side of the room up against the wall next to your closet, the clear coat over the stain has seen its better days. Your closet was small the trifold door was an off white color wishing to see a new coat of white paint. But none the less you dug around in both looking for something suitable to wear while still being comfortable, just as you were about to pull your shirt over your head to complete the new outfit a loud banging came from behind your closet door. Pausing with your shirt around your neck as if to see if you were hearing things.

Another loud bang came from the closet this time you hurried to put your shirt on the rest of the way and find something to use as a weapon, thankfully Vic had gifted you a bat not to long ago after smashing mailboxes one night. Sweaty hands gripped the bat as you hesitated to move any closer towards the closet.

This doesn’t make any sense as you were just in your closet looking for clothes, you continued trying to justify that you’re going crazy.

At this point the banging was getting louder your closet door shaking at the sheer force of it. Taking slow wide steps towards the door using one hand to grip the bat and another to reach for the small knob of the door. Swinging the door open you were greeted with the darkness of the small entry way lined with clothes. Again another sigh of relief slouching over slightly as you lowered the bat and turned to walk away.

tap

Your body burst out in goose bumps as you froze in place. There was nothing there remember just your clothes there isn’t anything to be freaking out about. It’s just the boys downstairs trying to freak you out again. You gained your confidence and turned back around to prove to yourself that there was in fact nothing there that your brain was scaring itself.

Your blood ran cold and the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on the object in question. Another RED balloon. You were absolutely frozen in fear, stomach has since dropped. Maybe you were dreaming no not dreaming having a nightmare. Maybe you had fallen asleep after your shower.

Your suspicion was quickly thrown out the window when a gloved hand had reached out of the depths of the closet to grab ahold of the door frame, then came the second hand coming out of the shadows to grab the door frame on the other side. You wanted to run but you couldn’t move frozen in shock and fear.

What ever was attached to those hands slowly acceded out of the darkness stepping into the full light of your bedroom it’s body was tall and frail the fiery red hair stood tall on top of its head, it’s mouth was in the form of an opened mouth smile barely fitting the rows and rows of teeth contained in its large mouth. The tattered and dirty costume that was adorned on its body the sight of your worst nightmares. This was a fucking clown. You fucking hated clowns.

Their shoes always so big, their cars always so small. No one’s nose should be able to honk, and the painted on faces were a sight for sore eyes. You could go on for hours on your thoughts and opinions on why you hated clowns but you had bigger things to be worrying about, literally.

The clown towered over you its mouth dripping with slobber as it salivated at the sight of you.

“I know what you did.” It spoke in a slow aggressive tone. Shaking your head no in fear, “ I-I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice came out in a stutter, you had began to sound like Bill Denbrough the boy who’s little brother disappeared.

The clowns grin began to widen, “Oh yes, you do I know what you’ve done.” You couldn’t even begin to actually rack your brain on what it could be talking about but surely by now you’ve gone insane. You continued to shake your head no in fear trying to make it believe that maybe it had gotten the wrong person. But who were you kidding it’s just your luck you’ve got a crazy clown standing in front of you in your bedroom.

You sincerely had no idea what the clown was trying to get at but all you knew is you needed to run away now. Turning on your heels your sprinted to the door grabbing onto the handle and throwing the door open so hard it it the wall behind it.

Taking off in a sprint down the hallway towards the stairs, you could hear the clown laughing hysterically from behind you as you heard his loud shoes making contact with the wooden floor. Racing down the wooden steps you called out to the boys.

”Henry! Vic! Reggie! Patrick! Help me please!” You screams bounced off every wall in the house but you were alone again. You leapt off last three steps feet landing hard quickly turning to run towards the living room in search of your saviors. They were no where to be found. The clown was hot on your heels as you sprinted towards the back door struggling with the lock as you tried twisting the handle to freedom looking over your shoulder constantly, swinging the door open and pushing through the storm door you continued into a sprint right off the back porch. Feet padded around in the soft dewy grass as you heaved for a breath as your lungs burned for air.

You let out another cry for help as you reached the tree line for the forest. “Henry please help! Please I’m begging!” Taking another look over your shoulder you realized nothing was following you anymore, and that you didn’t have shoes on.

You made the conscious decision that it probably wouldn’t be the safest to go back home so you went in the direction you knew like the back of your hand.

The Bowers property.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Pennywise, Alfred Pennyworth.

#imyourbratzdollasks #imyourbratzdollpoll #tumblr polls #my polls #severus snape fanfiction #lucius malfoy fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #pennywise fanfiction #alfred pennyworth fanfiction

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dollfxcx · 10 months

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Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed.

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

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celebrating your birthday with Pennywise headcanons

Warnings- none, it's pretty much fun and fluff, ages 18+

Pennywise doesn't really get or understand the concept of celebrating birthdays.

"Why do humans do this, y/n? What makes it so special?"

You'd just have to try your best at explaining the whole concept to him. He tries to grasp an understanding of it, but he finds it quite meaningless.

The only things he believes should be of importance are the basics for survival. Which to him consists of eating, sleeping, and mating. Everything else seems rather pointless to him.

However, he makes the effort of learning much more about it now. Since you've brought up the fact that your birthday was coming up soon. Concepts which seem to have significance to you, he tries his best to acknowledge them.

After all, you're his favorite little earthling and he really wants to make you happy.

He'd curiously ask you, "so what do you want to do for your date of birth, pretty one?"

"Oh, well I don't know. I don't have anything planned." You'd tell him.

He's beyond ecstatic to hear that, because he can arrange something for you. Light bulbs flash around in his mind like the deadlights.

Pennywise will raid the birthday/party section at your local store. Anything that catches his attention, he'll grab. He ends up with a large pile of items which he stashes in a hidden spot back at his lair.

You notice that his attitude has been extra bubbly lately. It's because he is very excited and can't wait to surprise you.

On the morning of your birthday, he will get everything set up before you even wake up. It doesn't take him too long. He's pretty fast and he will also just figure things out on his own.

Once you wake up, you are instantly greeted with Pennywise grinning above you. Those big blue eyes sparkling into yours.

"Happy day of birth y/n!"

"Aw, thanks Penny."

Because he is so impatient, he practically drags you out of bed and into the living room. Guiding you the entire way with his large hands covering your eyes.

He removes his hands once you're there. "SURPRISE!"

Immediately, you're amazed by the sight before you. There are about four 'Happy Birthday' banners hung up on the walls. Lots of red balloons floating around- courtesy of Pennywise. Party hats scattered in various places like little decorations. Streamers zigzagging right under the ceiling. And colorful tablecloth laid out on the table, with a bunch of stuff on top.

While you take it all in, Pennywise quickly dresses you in a birthday sash and a little crown.

On the table, you find a birthday cake with candles that are already lit. Along with plates and napkins for the occasion. There was also a small pile of gifts made up with things you like and random party favors.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh Penny, I love it- all of it! Thank you so much!"

Pennywise is satisfied to hear that you like everything. Gives you a big wet smooch and a huge warm hug.

You struggle with trying to put one of the party hats on his large head. The string of the article nearly snaps on the poor clown. But you manage to get it on since he likes to feel included.

He ushers you to the cake and sings "Happy Birthday" to you. In fact, he's taken the time to learn and practice the lyrics so he could get it right.

Urges you to hurry up when blowing out the candles because he really wants some cake.

"Go on, make your wish! Blow 'em out, blow 'em out, blow 'em out!"

First Penny cuts out a neat slice for you, then proceeds to devour the rest of the cake. There won't be any left, so don't expect seconds.

You receive a variety of birthday cards with his name signed in every single one. Some of them, it was hard to tell whether he actually read them or if he just swiped them up.

Some honorable mentions include: 'Happy birthday to my ride or die. Love you bunches! -Pennywise' // 'Cheers to you for another trip around the sun! -Pennywise' // 'Happy birthday to my favorite person in the world! -Pennywise'

All of the messages in the cards make you laugh and smile. He's ridiculous, but you love him though.

After such a chaotic start, the rest of the day is left entirely up to you. He will happily do whatever you want to do, since it is your day.

Watch a movie while cuddling.. go out and do something fun.. sit and stare at each other for hours.. Literally anything, you name it.

Spending your birthday with Pennywise was absolutely perfect. You couldn't have wished for anything better.

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circusmania · 4 months

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Hello! Can I request Yandere romantic michael myers that know detective reader is secretly a Eldritch Abomination that showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern?

Btw i love your writing😊

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Notes: Aww! I'm so grateful that you enjoy my writing! Hopefully, you enjoy this one, too. ♡ Also, I hope that it matches what you requested. :')

Muah Muah 🖤

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WARNINGS: Gore, stalking, mentions of body mutilations (reader + corpses)

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Amidst the rain, flashing red and blue lights could be seen. Haddonfield is quiet on this Halloween night, which is no surprise to the people who live there. No trick-or-treaters are seen on the streets, just police and their cars.

A car pulls up, catching the attention of the officers. Out steps the famous detective, You. You've impressed many with your skills and clue findings, no killer has ever been able to slip past you. Except for a particular man. The Boogeyman. You've been on his trail for years now, and you can't say that you haven't enjoyed the chase.

You step in a puddle, paying no mind to your wet shoes as your assistant scurries over with an umbrella.

“Detective!” He frantically fixes himself as he struggles to hold the umbrella over your head. “It's an 18-year-old girl. She was babysitting a young boy (who thankfully survived) when the killer forced himself into the house and stabbed her many times.”

You two approached the body of the girl. Your assistant turned his head, not wanting to see the gruesome sight. There's blood dripping from every open wound. Her face is twisted in agony and there's no light in her eyes.

“Do you think…. He did it? You know… the Boogeyman.” He whispered as if he was afraid of anyone hearing.

You didn't say anything. Obviously, it was, who else could it have been? You crouched down next to her, no emotion displayed on your face as you put on your gloves.

“Her parents are here…” Your assistant spared you a glance as a car pulled up not far from the crime scene.

“Don't let them come near.” You said, getting up after finishing examining her.

“Shouldn't we let her parents see her…?”

The screams and weeping of the parents could be heard from behind the police tape.

You sigh. “This is no place for a funeral. I don't want them touching the crime scene or moving anything.” You replied sharply.

Your assistant shivers at your coldness. He nods and moves to tell the officers. Suddenly, you notice something on one of the trees next to the body.

A heart had been carved into the trunk of the tree. You moved closer, straying away from the umbrella your assistant was holding. Now drenched in rain, you traced the carving with your finger. Whoever had done this knew how to handle a knife… The carvings were deep and done with passion.

Michael Myers was watching from afar, heavy breathing could be heard from under his mask. His grip tightened on his bloody knife as he saw your assistant yell after you for getting soaked.

Back home, your sanctuary, you finally felt relief. Your house was located deep in the woods to avoid any human interactions. The naked eye couldn't process your naked form.

The human skin stuck to yours. You peeled it off, layer after layer. You're careful not to rip it, as human skin tends to be too fragile for your claws. You laid your drenched skin suit on your chair.

You strolled over to your fridge and opened it. Your amalgamation of a hand reached in and pulled out some sort of meat. You engulfed it, not letting any of your teeth have a chance to penetrate it. You scarfed down any remaining bones on the plate.

All of a sudden, one of your many eyes picked up on a movement outside your window. Your eyes narrowed as you closed your fridge. You don't care if a human ever catches your form. Your bare body would make any sane man explode (literally). So you didn't worry about your secret getting out. However, this was different.

Your acute ears focused on any sounds that would indicate the presence of another being. Abruptly, you heard a twig snap.

You rushed out of your house at an abnormally fast rate. You were ready to confront your stalker, however, once outside, you were greeted with the dark, lonely forest and the song of the crickets you were accustomed to.

Whoever you were dealing with couldn't be human. You scoffed and went back inside, failing to notice the pale mask of the Boogeyman amidst the trees.

You were planning on relaxing the rest of your afternoon, but Michael had other plans. You were called in again when another body had been found dumped in a ravine close to your house. You put back on your skin suit, it was extra tight on you since it hadn't dried off yet.

Once again, you did your usual routine. Examine the body, look for clues and ask questions. Whoever this mysterious Michael Myers was, he sure knew how to put up a game of cat and mouse… And romance you in his own way.

The stab wounds on his victim were in a heart-shaped pattern.

“Ain't it too early for Valentine?” Your assistant attempted to (nervously) crack a joke, which fell on deaf ears.

You remained with a stoic face as you watched them place the body in a body bag.

Each year, the Boogeyman gets bolder and bolder. Yet, never had the guts to face you. Unbeknownst to you, tonight would be different.

Your assistant coughed to get your attention. “I've… got to go… family emergency.”

“Mm, okay.” You turned back to the crime scene.

Your assistant lingered for a while, expecting any worried expression or encouraging words. But was ultimately met with your usual uncaring tone.

Another hour had passed, and you were finally granted permission to go home. Home.

As you arrived home, you parked your car and got out. A beautiful stench filled your nostrils. Laying on your welcome mat was a human heart surrounded by a heart formed of drops of blood.

Your door was ajar.

A twinge of hope that today could be the day you meet him arose. But, it quickly died down as you entered your home.

The smell flooded your house as each step made it stronger and stronger. Like a game of hot and cold, each step you took was warmer and warmer.

Laying on your kitchen table on a fancy dish was the head of your assistant. His tongue was pulled out all the way through his mouth and his teeth were knocked out and laid next to his head.

You ignored him though, because your attention was focused on the giant man standing in the dark hallway. He was bloody, and heavily breathing, but somehow quiet…. He was awaiting your next move.

Perhaps the thing that sparked Michael's obsession with you wasn’t that you weren’t human, but the fact that you never showed any ounce of fear towards him. Or maybe because you both shared a taste for carnage.

Your human skin faltered as your smile stretched beyond human capabilities. Your eyes were gouging out of your sockets as your appearance looked less and less human.

In all of your and Michael's years, this may be the first time a spark of emotions illuminated in both of your empty bodies.

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clueless-grunt · 1 year

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Pennywise fic, part 2, electric boogaloo

The chord rang clear and vibrant as you expelled every last breath through your aching throat.

The sound rose in a steady finale, before spiraling down into silence. You breathed in, listening to the echos of your voice ring outwards through the cavern.

The voices of the lost children slowly can be heard over you once again, their saddened humming rising and falling with your breathing. They spiraled overhead, lazily making their course around the tower of scraps, precariously brushing against it every so often. All of them were in various states, some looked untouched, as if they could be still alive, albeit unconscious or in a state of being where they were

(floating)

drifting in and out of our world and the spirit world. Others were missing a limb or two, but were otherwise unscathed, and some brought the term 'half eaten' to mind.

You turned your eyes to the thing sitting at the base of the mountain, the silver of the suit it wore was luminous even in the soft gray of the darkness in the basin.

The thing rarely spoke anything other than demands, never addressing you by name, using nicknames instead. If you could call frankly demeaning name-calling 'nicknames'.

The food it gave you was bland and frankly suspicious, the water tasted stale and warm. A filthy blanket from the scrap pile lay limp on the floor of the cage.

The conditions weren't optimal, but it was keeping you rather well fed and watered, it hadn't hurt you despite all its threats of death and suffering, you were kept warm, and had something, human or not, to talk to. You almost thought it cared.

But it has failed to hunt more often, and when it does, it comes with thundering pounds and stone slicing claws, and you are left to bare the burden.

Unfortunately for the both of you, they were unsuccessful again this afternoon.

The mangled groaning from one of the pipes that led to the surface was your first clue.

The next was the approaching clamber of metal, stone, and chitin that angrily stomped its way towards the cavern.

The final warning was the hungered growls and ominous words that pulsed and spilled from the looming tunnel to the left.

A single jagged word sliced its way through your skull.

"HUMANNN..."

It sounded pained, and hungry. But it could care for itself. Your main concern was that it sounded furious.

The light from the opening at the tallest point of the cistern did not penetrate this far outwards, but you could still faintly make out the long sharp claws curl around the opening of the pipe. The screech of the sharp nails dragging themselves across the metal pipe pierced you, making you wince against the sound.

A series of gurgles (or was it laughing?) and snarling accompanied a burning pair of burning ombre slits.

The heavy brass bell that sat tied from the top of the cage swung from side to side with the rippling vibrations, flattering and clanging.

You shook the door of the golden cage, hoping the lock would break and you could get away before it came any closer. Your heartbeat echoed the pulses that shook the ground, and your head spun.

You collapsed with a heavy thud against the bottom of the cage in a frail hope to hide yourself. Breathing hurt and tears of fright ran trails through the dust on your cheeks.

Within an instant the shaking of the ground and the punishing thunderclap sound of Its steps stopped, replaced by the feeling of your stomach dropping as the cage was brought to It's eye level.

You hid your head the best you could from Its gaze, instead letting it stare eyes into your back.

A low, horrible chuckle ripped from Its chest, and the groan of the metal bars of your cage bending under Its grasp chilled your spine.

"Nononononononoooo little one, that won't do a thing. Why don't you come over here and save yourself the risk,"

You wanted to move, to run, your legs rushed with a feeling not unlike the one that rushes when the darkness of a long, silent hallway creeps up to whisper in your ears.

You have nowhere to run.

And It knew that, and It used that.

It used you.

"I'm growing impatient, you short timer piece of garbage. COME HERE."

You shook under your arms, covering your head still you peeked at the thing standing behind you. It's eyes were no longer gleamed with mischief, but were now stern, boring into you with malice and venom. It scowled when your eyes met its own, and tapped on the cage with a dirty, sharp claw and a light, almost deceptive tinkling sound.

You lifted yourself up with the finesse and grace of a newborn fawn. You gingerly were pulled toward your captor by Its gaze and the push of your own heartbeat, pushing as if it were trying to escape whatever fate would befall the rest of you for disobeying It in the first place.

A few feet from the cage bars, you stopped. It seemed content with this, and opened the cage door. You walked out and kneeled in front of it.

It fiercely grabbed you by the waist, and your stomach dropped as it hoisted you into the air several feet.

It brought you close to Its face, and it's breath smelled of must and decay and metal. It let a low, animal growl rumble up from somewhere deep in Its chest. It shook your core and rattled the thoughts in your head, spreading out into an echo like ripples in a pond.

You began to breathe at an abnormal rate, and you felt lightheaded.

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#Too long #Pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise fanfiction #IT 2017 #clown love #clown shit #no smut yet #writing

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