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Memories of A Past

Pennywise x Reader

Summary: Before Pennywise became the killing clown of Derry, he used to be a simple man, your man.

Before a meteor hit, before all the blood and children cries, he used to be a simple man.

A simple man who worked at the circus. A simple man who was in desperate love with you.

He was your man.

And you were his woman.

His name was Robert Gray, better known as Bob Gray, better known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

Bob was the love of your life. He could make you smile all the time. He always had something up his sleeve and he loved your laugh.

Your father was against Robert. He often said you deserved better than a clown.

But you didn't care.

You married him and joined the circus. 

It was a simple life, but it was your life. Yours and your Bobby's. 

And soon, you were blessed with a child. A beautiful daughter who was loved by you and Robert.

"She has your eyes." he said as he smiled at you, tears in your eyes as you watched him with your daughter.

You had a lovely life. Robert made everyone smile with his dancing clown persona and your daughter was growing fast.

But then, something changed. One day, you could have sworn the man in front of you wasn't your husband anymore.

The man holding you during nights, the man who kissed you good morning, wasn't your Bobby.

And it scared you.

He scared you.

"You are the most precious." he often told you, whispered into your ear.

Everywhere you went, death followed. Children were dying left and right and you were extremely concerned. 

Then during the Easter Egg Hunt you had a feeling your husband had something to do with it, you couldn't confirm it though.

That evening, when you arrived home to your trailer, you noticed your husband still wearing his clown costume, he turned to look at you and you wanted to ask him. 

You needed to confront him, you needed answers. But your voice never came.

You weren't too sure what happened after. All you could recall were three bright dots, shining bright as you fell asleep.

Pennywise woke every 27 years. He woke to incredible hunger which he needed to fulfil.

He had you down in the debts. Keeping you there for centuries now, asleep, dreaming away.

Pennywise had an attachment to you. He wondered if it was because of the host he took. Taking Robert, he took his memories, and Robert's memories were filled with you. At first, Pennywise wanted to kill you, he saw you as a weakness, but he couldn't. 

And even after so so many years, he still couldn't let go of you. He kept you in your dream, so he would have you, floating.

Every time he woke up, he went to see you. His sick and twisted mind saw the beauty that you were. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek.

"You are the most precious," he whispered.

And while he was out there eating and scaring children, you and your Bob were trapped in a dream along with your little girl.

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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.

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give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine

You shook with fear, watching as a giant clown crawled from within the drains, escaping the sewers with his golden gaze set on your scared form. You began to fear for your life, frozen as he began to stalk towards you, the rain hitting harder against everything. You watch with wide eyes as his foot catches on something, causing him to slip and fall to the ground, a loud splash echoing through the empty streets.

You couldn’t help it. After a second of watching the clown slip, you burst out laughing. You watch as he looks up and glares at you, but you can’t help but continue to laugh, clutching your sides as you lean forward. You forget that he was scary a few seconds ago and begin to walk off, still laughing, never turning around to look back.

Pennywise pouts, cursing the rain as he watches you walk off laughing at him.

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[charliedawn]

Heyyy :) glad your back 🖤🖤🖤 I don’t know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you do, how would the slashers flirt with nurse? (Particularly five since he is like a old man I thought that would be funny) no worries if you can’t, I love your work ❣️❣️❣️

Warning: Highly suggestive.

Bo Sinclair :

"Well…Hello there, sugar pie. Ya lookin’ mighty alone. Mind if I change that fer ya ?"

Captain Smooth and Sailing. Bo knows how to be charming and he’d just waltz in with the biggest grin on his face and lean back before shooting you a smouldering gaze.

He knows what he wants and will go to any means to get it. And I mean any…

Bo *sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around you before giving you a kiss on the shoulder* "…Good mornin’, sunflower…How ya doin’ ? Good ? That’s great…" *whispers in your ear* "Bet I could make it better fer ya though."

He can be smooth, but also filthy. Depends on the day. One day he’ll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the next he’ll be slapping your ass and calling it a day.

Pennywise:

Pennywise doesn’t touch. And doesn’t like being touched. His flirtation will be very limited and subtle. It’ll mostly be grins and cackles and mocking huffs…

Pennywise: "Well…Hello there, beautiful. Do you know that your hair is a mess and you look more like an asylum patient than a nurse today ?"

You *roll your eyes and start walking away* "Good morning to you too, Pennywise."

Him *snickers behind you* "Good morning indeed. If I still had to spook children to get my food, I’d certainly take your morning face…That’d do the trick."

Yeah…That’s Pennywise flirting. He wouldn’t flirt with you face to face…but he’d still do some things from time to time.

For example, you may find breakfast magically appearing on your desk, or a cup of (h/d) next to you when you finally sit and take a break.

Penny :

Penny *hugs you tightly and refuses to let you go*

You : "…Penny. I need to work."

Penny *squeezes you harder*

Yeah…You won’t get any work done. That’s for sure. Penny is stubborn. He will not leave you alone and will keep holding you until he has enough.

That’s his way of flirting.

But…He has another side to him.

He bites. He can use it to show affection. He does it sometimes with his brother and the other slashers, but he’d be extra gentle with you and be careful not to hurt you.

He’d bite your wrist, your neck, your cheek…Just to say that he appreciates you. And even if it’s just to say hello. That’s Penny flirting. He doesn’t use words, but actions.

Vincent :

He takes pictures of you. They were pretty innocent at first. He’d take pictures of you walking around the hospital and taking care of the patients. The staff even used his photographs to advertise the hospital.

But quickly…the photographs became recurrent and more intimate. He’d follow you around and almost beg you to pose for him.

He’d become obsessed and bring you some of his morbid art pieces for you two to simply talk and be close to you.

And you try to deny him attention ?

The man knows how to get what he wants. He’s similar to Bo in that way, but where Bo is demanding ? Vincent is all about begging and whining.

He’d go down on his knees and grab the hem of your shirt to pull you towards him and beg you to let him take photographs of you and keep them. Take some for his…personal use.

Vincent flirting is desperation.

He’d beg you until you give him the time of day.

Michael Myers :

Michael *wordlessly pats his thigh*

The seat is all yours if you want it.

Kidding. Or not.

*cough cough*

Michael likes to cook and he’d fix you meals to cheer you up and listen to you if you need to. He’d be the perfect gentleman and even though he can’t talk, he’d make it obvious that he likes you through other means.

He’d protect you and make sure you are happy.

Unfortunately, because he can’t help bu want to kill you all the time, it’d be very difficult for the both of you to actually go on a date or go more than flirting basis. But, he’d still try to let you know that he likes you sometimes.

Michael *takes your hand and pulls you into a tight hug*

Michael may look or sound unapproachable at first, but it is because he is afraid of giving into hate and just lose control over the little humanity he has left…

Freddy Krueger :

"Yo. Wanna bang ?"

Freddy is NOT subtle. He’s a slimy and sleazy little goblin who loves nothing more than touch, grab, grope and squeeze.

He’d follow you around like your personal horny demon.

"Coooome on ! I know ya wanna see what’s in my pants ! Just say yes, sweetheart ! See how daddy does it !"

Filthy language and sleazy smirks all the way. He’d be whistling after you and tip his fedora at you or lick his lips while looking you up and down.

To make it short: Flirty is his middle name and he’d just make sure to let you know that he is ALWAYS available and ready.

Freddy *smirks and takes your hand before dancing with you* "COME ON ! Move those curves, lovely !" *cackles*

Freddy may look and sound like a scumbag most of the time, but he is capable of being romantic. He only lets special people see it.

Jason :

Jason is shy and will never be confrontational when it comes to flirting.

He maybe waves at you and hugs you sometimes, but not enough for you to understand what he means.

But, he is good with his hands and soon enough, goes to work.

Jason leaves you gifts. On your desk, on your nightstand, or any place he thinks you and only you would find them.

He carves little wooden figurines, mostly of frogs that he leaves around for you to find. And you always do. You then put then on a special shelf in the living room for everyone to see and admire.

It may not have been the initial goal, but he is happy to see you smile. And that is all he needs…

Norman Bates :

"My darling…Would you…Would you do me the honour of going on a special outing with me ? Just the two of us ?"

Norman was an anxious wreck. He had sweaty hands and an nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to say yes. He had been thinking about a way to approach the matter with you for weeks…

You smiled back and when you accepted…he was overjoyed.

Norman is rather old-fashioned. His way of flirting is asking you out and treating you like a princess (or a prince)

He’d be more than happy to compliment you all day long and simply brush his fingers against yours while you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

Five Hargreeves :

"Tell me, Y/N. Are you alright ?"

You glanced back at him and blinked twice at the child who just asked you that question.

"…Last time I checked. Yes."

You then focused back on your work and tried to forget about it, but then Five sat down on your desk to look at the papers you were signing.

You didn’t think much of it until he rested his hand on the back of your neck and his thumb traced circles there.

You looked up at him, and he stared right back. You knew he was technically older inside but…You still swapped his hand away.

"Okay. What do you want ?"

"You. Me. Drink."

Your eyes widened and you looked around.

"How about you come back to me when you are…say…15 years older ?"

Yeah. He may be older in his mind. But his body is still very much the one of a child so…Wait and see.

Patrick Bateman :

"Y/N. It has come to my attention that we haven’t had sex yet. Care to explain why ?"

That man has the ego of a mansion. He wouldn’t be flirting, he’d be practical.

Who needs feelings ? Who needs flirting ? He knows you find him attractive. And you know he finds you attractive. Why waste time on things like flirting ?

Patrick Bateman is a business man.

He sees a relationship as unnecessary as long as it doesn’t bring him anything.

So, if he starts showing interest in you ?

…

..

.

Run.

[janicekao]

Fear

Pairing: Pennywise/Bill Skarsgard x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Going after his next victim: a little boy named Booker Jones, Pennywise the clown becomes intrigued by his older sister instead, and no... what he is hungry for is not her fear. Warnings: Horror, violence, entity, monster, monster s3x, rough s3x, dub!con, cnc, age gap, dark romance, smut, tummy bulge k!nk, dom&femsub cr3am pie, etc. 7130 words Wattpad link:

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Rumors have begun to spread that Pennywise the clown has returned back to Derry.

But who would believe the rumors being that they were coming from kids? Being gossiped around Elementary and Middle schools.

As children started to disappear again, the adults of Derry have also picked up on believing in this rumor, but luckily most of them have common sense.

Although this myth of a supernatural clown has been told in Derry for hundreds of years, the adults have been in contact with the police thinking that instead of something as crazy as a fictitious clown, some insane Pennywise fanatic has entered the town and is preying on children to keep the fable alive.

"He lives in the sewers."

"He can reach you through the drains of your house."

"He can make you hallucinate and you will see awful things to frighten you."

"He survives off of fear."

Sadly, the children are more than right.

Worst of all, they are going unheard. Parents are ignoring them as they search for what makes the most sense to them, a psychotic murderous pedophile on the loose.

And as the adults of Derry waste their time not believing in the supernatural, Pennywise is preparing to strike again.

Booker Jones, an eight year old boy is Pennywise's next victim.

Pennywise has been stalking his dreams, showing up each day at the boy's school, and whispering through the drains of his home.

Pennywise is infatuated with Booker's fear. Each time he plays with the young child's mind, his mouth waters with excitement to devour the boy and absorb his fear to keep him alive.

It's almost time now.

Booker has told his friends and family... But no one believes him. His parents tell him to stop listening to the gossip of the town because of how bad he's getting nightmares now. Little do they know, Pennywise is sizing him and getting his levels of fear exactly where he wants them to be.

Sunday nights are usually Booker's bath nights. Finally ready for Pennywise's taking, the clown plans on slithering inhumanely through the drain and drag Booker to his death into the sewers where Pennywise will consume his fear and let his decaying body be found in the streams that lead out of the tunnels of Derry.

As Pennywise listens into the pipes of the Jones' house, at eight-pm he finally hears the bath running... he knows that his time to feast, is now.

Pennywise slithers quietly through the pipes, opening his eyes in the sudsy lukewarm water as he expects to see the tiny feet and draggable legs of an eight year old boy...

The clown nearly gasps, almost choking on water as the gaze of his eyes latch onto the spread legs of a young woman...

Confusion takes over his mind, never once has he ever had to take a pause during one of his killings.

Still watching from the impossibly deep pits of the filled tub, Pennywise watches long brown legs soak in the sweetly fragrant bath. The girl's toes are painted a light pink and she taps her feet lightly to what seems to be music coming from her headphones.

What disgruntles Pennywise the most is the powers coming from between her thighs... he even momentarily begins to think that maybe, just maybe, she could be a supernatural herself.

Pennywise is hungry... Usually for fear, but this time, for a taste of the soft flesh between her legs.

Peaking out of the water for just a moment, he craves to see the face of the enchanting creature.

The girl nods her head to the rhythm of the music, luckily eyes closed as she relaxes... Because if they opened, they'd view upon the gray crumbling skin, patchy red hair, and demonic yellow eyes of Pennywise, and surely would die of a heart attack on the spot.

Pennywise is puzzled by her beauty...

Full dark brown curls drenching at the ends as she soaks in the water, face red and blushing due to the humidity of the bathroom, full lips, long eyelashes, and breasts large... nipples upturned and beaming with water droplets...

Fucking hell...

She isn't a child... no, she isn't a child at all.

What Pennywise didn't realize about Booker Jones, is that he has a sister. Quinn Jones, an older sister, age twenty, and home from college for Summer Break.

Tonight won't be the night for feeding after all... However, Pennywise can't leave without a taste, of something.

Seeping back into the drain, the clown's unbelievably long snake-like tongue slithers between Quinn's legs, swiping a powerful lick that goes from the crack of her bottom, through her folds, and to the delicious flesh of her clit.

She immediately gasps. Breath hitched in her throat as her eyes dart open. She flips her headphones from off of the top of her head and frantically kicks her legs, searching for what violated her in such way... however, the bath is empty.

As Pennywise ventures back into the sewers, the taste of Quinn stays on his tongue... a taste that he will forever crave until his dying day.

—•—

Pennywise paces the sewers, mind full of thoughts about the girl.

He isn't used to this feeling... and being an evil entity born Before Christ, he doesn't understand why after all these years, obstacles are now getting into his way?

He hears the snickering of preteens walking through the sewers with flashlights, probably dared by each other to see who is the bravest to meet the myth of Pennywise...

Sadly for the youngins, there is fear that Pennywise needs to feast upon, and once they lay eyes upon his stature of eight-feet tall, his dingy and torn clown costume, and his shards of glass like teeth, fear is exactly what they will have plenty of.

Pennywise tears them to shreds, consuming each drop of their fear. Finally becoming full and energized, he can prepare to tackle the obstacle known as Quinn Jones.

For the first time ever, Pennywise doesn't want to cause fright. He is so curious about the beauty that he just wants to be around her, to know her... However, if push comes to shove, killing her works just as well.

But to get close to the girl without her fleeing from him, he can not appear to her as a clown...

He once would appear human at times around the town of Derry, in his opinion his human form is a handsome man...

But being that the last time he tried this appearance was nearly sixty years ago, it's probably best to appear as something the girl could be attracted to nowadays.

He will have to appear as young as she is. In his twenties, charming, handsome, less forehead, less evil grin, and just more modern all together.

Contorting his appearance into what he needs to be, he finally becomes satisfied with his look as he stares at his reflection in the shard of a broken mirror, dumped in the sewers like the rest of the trash around him.

"This'll do." He finally agrees with what he sees. "This'll do just fine."

—•—

Before being able to show himself, Pennywise wants to be familiar with the girl he plans on meeting.

What does a clown who only knows of murder know about charming a girl?

For weeks of the summer, Pennywise quietly stalks Quinn until he knows her every detail.

Quinn even begins to think that her little brother's irrational fear of Pennywise the clown is rubbing off on her, ever since she's been home she sees the clown in her dreams...

He fills her every thought and at night as she sleeps, Quinn even feels him in the corner of her room.

She thinks that she's just going crazy, but she is far from crazy. Pennywise is using his abilities to infiltrate Quinn's mind, as he does his victims. But instead of frightening her, he just wants her to know of his existence.

Finally mustering up the courage to meet Quinn, things go surprisingly smoother than Pennywise could ever have expected.

In his new appearance, Pennywise purposely runs into her as she grocery shops dinner for her family. He compliments her, asks about the music she is listening to in her headphones, and lies that they are too his favorite band.

He enjoys speaking with her for the very first time... It is like a breath of fresh air.

Pennywise introduces himself to the girl as "Bill", a twenty-seven year old accountant who is interested in taking her out on a date.

Impressed by the man's charm and their almost impossible similarities, Quinn quickly accepts.

Over weeks of hanging out with each other daily, a bond has began to grow. They trust each other and Pennywise enjoys hearing her talk for as long as she wants to.

Each day that he picks her up from the Jones' residence, Quinn's blushing cheeks proves each time that his plan is working, it proves that the girl is crushing on him as much as Pennywise is crushing on her.

A month of knowing each other passes quickly being that the two have become immediately infatuated with each other.

Today, to celebrate a month together, Pennywise has planned a night at a drive in movie theater... a perfect place for romance, and to also scope out the scenery for potential children he can feasts upon when he's ready to.

Wearing a brown mesh dress that fits her body to perfection and compliments her mahogany skin beautifully, Quinn answers Pennywise's knock to her front door.

Pennywise can barely speak... Awed by her beauty, he can barely breathe.

She smiles. "Do I look okay?"

Voice sweet as candy, his heart begins to melt.

"Yes Quinn." He gulps. "More than okay, absolutely perfect."

She blushes. Quinn reaches up on the tips of her heels to place a kiss on the cheek of his handsome face.

She accepts his flowers. "Happy one month, Bill."

—•—

As Pennywise discretely digs through the wallets of his previous victims, he also drives a stolen car.

He impresses the girl with his willingness to care for her, to pay for all of their dates... although nothing that he has belongs to him, not even his own appearance.

Parked in front of the large movie screen, the two share a bucket of popcorn.

Pennywise listens to Quinn as she talks about her last year of college coming up in August. She'll then graduate and become a local Elementary School Teacher here in Derry.

As if she were made just for him. Pennywise's lips nearly begin to drool. Oh what perfect career for her... this way they'll never be apart, she can bring him the kids, and he absorbs their fear.

Curious with her thoughts on the rumored clown of Derry, Pennywise brings it up in conversation, wondering will he forever have to keep up with this appearance around her, or if one day she can accept him as he is.

"Like most adults, I don't believe in entities and things that just don't make practical sense." She shrugs. "But ever since I've been home in Derry, I too have had many thoughts of this clown... it started with my little brother's nightmares, he was sure this evil clown was out to get him... So as a big sister would, I comforted him, calmed his nerves, and reminded him that everything would be okay. But recently, something tells me that the myth of the clown may be true. It's like I can feel him, like he's always near to me... Like I know him personally."

Quinn smiles, shrugging off the goosebumps caused by just the thought of Pennywise the clown. "But honestly there is something else I'd rather talk to you about..."

Chomping on a hand full of popcorn, Pennywise agrees. "Sure, go ahead."

"Bill..." She gulps. "We've been seeing each other for a month now, and I'm a bit confused on where we stand... I go back to school in a month, I'd just like to know if I'm going back single, or is this something... more?"

Pennywise frowns.

Has he not been clear?

"You're mine." The only words he can conjure up at the thought of Quinn seeing anyone else.

Blush heating her cheeks, she accepts his answer with the prettiest smile. "I can be yours."

He nods. "Good."

Taking the popcorn to the floor of the car, Quinn reaches over to kiss Pennywise. Their lips meet, and their affection and adoration for each other melts into each of their breaths.

Although they have taken things very slow over summer, they still have had a few gentle kisses every now and then. But Pennywise realizes that this kiss is a bit different...

Quinn moans into his full lips, body closing in on him in the driver seat of the car as she clearly hungers for more.

His heart begins to beat out of his chest and his human form suffers with keeping up with the seducing kiss.

Pulling away from her, Pennywise watches her almost startled, confused by the bite she has to her full bottom lip yet his pants grow as she squirms in needy arousal.

He gulps. "Quinn, the movie?"

"I'd rather watch you." Her voice drips with seduction as her hand unzips the front of his pants.

Quinn calms his worry as her other hand caresses the back of his neck gently. "If I'm yours, let me take care of you Bill."

He watches puzzled, with a racing heartbeat, however he allows Quinn to do whatever she wants with him.

Quinn gracefully tucks her full mane of curls onto the other side of her shoulder as she bows into his lap.

Her lips line with his up-turned erection as she sweetly kisses the tip of his cock, staining it with her pink strawberry flavored lipgloss.

Staring down at his handsomely perfect member, thoughts of having him inside her chokes her mind. The best looking cock she's ever seen in her life, for now she'll satisfy her hunger with just his taste.

Hallowing out her cheeks, Quinn takes him fully into her mouth. Slowly wetting his cock with her spit as she gently tugs his shaft lubed with her drool.

Breaths caught in Pennywise's throat as he watches his sweetheart take him completely in her throat. Her delicious moans and sweetly scented perfume plagues his mind, he can't control the groans coming from the depths of his stomach.

She feels fucking perfect to him. Willing to choke herself to tears for his pleasure, he knows that he absolutely loves the girl.

As Quinn continues to slurp, stroke, and suck, Pennywise can't control the bucking of his hips. Gently fucking into her throat at the rhythm that he needs.

Quinn opens her eyes, peering up at him with her innocent doll like eyes as she slaps his cock on her drooling wet tongue.

His eyes roll back into his skull.. "Quinn.." He gulps. "Honey I—"

Forcing him deeper into her throat, Quinn inhales his balls along with the entirety of his cock.

Coughing and dripping mascara as her only care is to bring him to a pleasured finish

Fucking hell... he can't take it. Never having this sense of pleasure in his impossibly long lifetime, he feels the need to explode.

Noticing her deep arch in the passenger seat of the car, Pennywise can't help but to run his hand onto her firm backside, slapping her ass as she sucks his cock with absolute perfection.

His mouth hangs ajar as the pressure to cum continues to build. Stomach tightened as he listens to her intoxicating chokes and moans, he can't hold out any longer.

Quinn takes him into her throat once more as he blows his load.

He shouts a pleasured groan as the cum bursts streams into her mouth and down her pretty chin.

The pleasure is too much for him to handle, Pennywise loses focus on his appearance... and absolutely drops it.

He watches Quinn's satisfied smile turn into eyes of fear as he begins to reveal his truest form.

"P-Pennywise.." The shock causes her face to whiten into a pale fright.

He smiles, the jingle of his bells chiming out of thin air. "Pennywise, The Dancing Clown!"

—•—

Thrashing around in the arms of the clown, Pennywise leaves the car for the nearest city drain.

Crying and shouting to be let go, he doesn't listen to her once.

"Close your eyes." He calmly demands. "It'll hurt a lot less."

Fearing for her life. Quinn tightens her eyes closed as she notices them slipping into the sewer drain.

She knows it's impossible for them to fit and expects to be squashed to death... But underestimating the powers of Pennywise, gets her nowhere. As she opens her eyes, she's surprisingly unharmed and in the sewer tunnels of Derry.

As she's being carried, she notices her dangling legs nowhere near the ground being that her date has grown into a whopping eight feet tall.

As she cries and continues to lash out, Pennywise isn't phased or harmed by her gentle fists. However, he doesn't know how to calm her...

When he's killing for the absorption of fear, he would have snapped his victim's neck by now, but not wanting to hurt Quinn... he's at a loss for a next step.

Taking her to the driest and deepest part of the sewers, he leaves Quinn by herself beside a pile of his victim's belongings.

She becomes a mess of frightened tears as she looks up at the massive pile, noticing the floating children in Pennywise's possession, decaying and have been hanging there for many, many years.

As hours pass, and night darkens.

Pennywise decides to revisit Quinn. He finds her exhausted from tears and asleep in a dirty corner, however he's glad that she is calm.

He never wanted this to happen, but now that he's infatuated with her he can't let her go.

Waking up from her stressful nap, Quinn is startled by his quiet watching in the pipes of the sewer.

Balling herself up into bended knees, she refuses to even look at him.

He jumps down, creating a cloud of dust around him as he lands right in front of her.

"Open your eyes." He demands. "See me as I am."

"As what?" She argues. "Accept that you're Pennywise the clown? Or accept that you're a liar?"

Her smart tongue aggravates him as he forces her into his strict yellow gaze. "Everything I've said, I've meant."

"You're a murderer." Tears of sadness wet her cheeks.

"Don't bring up what you don't understand." He denies being called such things.

"You were after my brother weren't you?" She continues. "You wanted to kill him! Turn him into the children above-"

"But I didn't." He interrupts. "And I won't."

She scoffs. "You have been an entirely different man since I've known you, how am I ever to believe a word that you say!"

"Because you'll just have to trust me." His voice although sensitive to her fear, he is clearly demanding and intimidating. "Do it, because you don't have any other choice to."

Rolling her eyes, clearly heartbroken and confused, Quinn attempts to leave.

Stretching his arm like taffy, Pennywise pulls her back to him from many feet away.

Can't she see that he's inhuman? Whatever she does he can correct without even dropping a bead of sweat.

She can't win, and she never will.

Pennywise softens his stare into something less threatening... He slowly bends to the crook of Quinn's neck, placing gentle kisses on her skin. "I am still me."

Uncomfortable with his caress, Quinn begins to frown.

He continues to press his lips to her body and Quinn quickly realizes that she isn't uncomfortable with his kiss at all, she's uncomfortable with enjoying it... Uncomfortable with still feeling safe with a creature that shouldn't even exist.

Pennywise pulls from his kiss and watches her quiet expression... he feels hopeful, now that she's trembling less and her eyes have softened.

He wants to tell her that he loves her, but it just isn't in his character to say something so forward.

"Do I still call you Bill?"Her voice meek and sweet makes his heart beat loudly.

"Pennywise." He responds.

"Will you take me home Penny?"Pennywise shuts his eyes, soul melting at the cute nickname she has quickly came up for him.

Pennywise becomes hungry, wanting to give her what he received in the car.

"Yes Quinn, you'll go home." He whispers sweetly pressed against her face. "Right after I return the favor."

Tearing the panties from her body, Pennywise pins her wrists above her head.

She gasps, squirming in refusal. "No! Please Pennywise, I don't want that!"

Widening her legs her dripping cunt says otherwise.

Pennywise's insanely long tongue swipes between her thighs as he did the first time he met her.

She gasps, body arching in pleasure... Quinn remembers that feeling immediately. "It was you, i-in the bathtub."

Grinning deviously he nods. "Of course, who else could give you a kiss below like that?"

His mouth returns to her sweet succulent flesh. He's wanted badly to feast on this pussy for so many days now.

Hands forcing her dress above her chest, his eyes widen at her perky breasts... nipples hardened and painfully aroused.

Biting a glove off of his hand, he bites his lip as he enjoys the skin to skin contact of caressing her full bust.

Covering her face, Quinn becomes embarrassed. She tries to cover the moans from her tongue, but Pennywise hears them, Pennywise loves them.

Rolling the bud between his fingers with sudden gentle pinches, Pennywise dives back into her cunt.

His mouth is too good for her, she can't keep still.

He grips her ankles folding her legs to her chest to refuse her from moving his mouth from her pussy.

He circles his tongue around her swollen clit, nipping it to watch her body jolt. He slurps on her every drop of pleasure, swallowing it as if his thirst could never be quenched.

His tongue plows into her pussy, bringing shameful squeals through her begging lips. Tongue long enough to fuck her like a cock, he pushes it in and out of her hole and brings her to tears.

His monstrous cock aches, forced against his tight clown costume, and ready to burst from her taste and squeals alone.

Pennywise's face dug deeply between her thighs, his nose and mouth slide vengefully prodding inside the slick folds of her smooth cunt, forcing her to quake as she pulls on the red strands of his hair.

The clown's eyes shutter closed, rolling back into his skull in pure satisfaction. Mouth usually dripping with blood however tonight dripping with Quinn's sweet nectar.

"Please Pennywise..." Her sweet voice stabs at him. "Will you kill me too?"

"You hush now Quinn, you'll be back in your bed, sleeping the best that you've ever had." Breathless and eager to make her orgasm, Pennywise continues.

She moans... pleasure becoming far too painful for her. "When?!"

"Don't act as if you want me to rush, I can feel how much you're enjoying this Quinn." Nearly offended, he shuts her up with a deep tongue plow against her cervix.

She shouts in pleasure... Ashamed of knowing how incredible his tongue feels, and feeling like an absolute little slut for an evil clown.

However soon he answers her anyway. "You'll go home when I get you to that point , when you realize that I won't stop seeking after you, and when you realize that with me— you'll never want to be sought after by anyone else again."

"Do you understand Quinn?" His question is threatening.

She nods. "Yes."

"Good girl." He grins. "Now release for me... release for me, and you will be home sweet girl. You'll just have to do it, right here on my tongue."

Lying on his belly, face devouring Quinn's pussy as he grips the thick indents of her hips, Quinn begins to buck her hips... fucking his face until the tightened spring in her stomach releases.

Tears dropping from her eyes as she shouts out from a mind blowing orgasm, Quinn's vision fades into a bright light.

Seeing only white and hearing a ringing similar to after a bomb, she fades into an unexpected slumber, waking up peacefully tucked into her bed back at her home...

—•—

Days pass and Quinn still doesn't understand what has happened to her this summer.

She's painfully alone with this knowledge, knowing that no one would ever believe her about Pennywise, nevertheless believe that she's been intimate with him.

Her thoughts of the night with Pennywise in the sewer plagues her mind... the memories make her drip with desire and because of it, she feels embarrassed.

What's even more embarrassing, is that she can't help but wonder why he hasn't made contact with her again...

Tempted to visit him in the tunnels, she doesn't want to seem desperate. Her mental health fights with her, filling her with shame knowing that longing for this creature is extremely wrong.

As the weekend draws closer, it'll be a week since they've seen each other. Quinn has gotten to the point of believing that maybe she's just going crazy, maybe she dreamt all of this!

She forces herself to drop him from her thoughts so she can prepare herself for the school year, and get back to everyday life.

Quinn showers in her parents' bathroom, refusing to bathe in the hall bathroom being that was where she first encountered the clown.

As she dresses for bed in a black silk night gown, she brushes her wet curls and brushes her teeth in the mirror of the hall bathroom.

As she spits the toothpaste out, she hears the calling of the clown.

"Oh Quuuiiinnn.."Pennywise nearly sings for her as he calls her name, echoing throughout the bathroom's pipes.

She gulps, realizing that everything that happened between them is absolutely true.

His voice taunts with seduction. "I've missed you honey..."

Cutting off the bathroom light, she decides to ignore the noise and leave.

"Don't you dare leave this bathroom."His threat startles her. "Come here Quinn."

She rolls her eyes, kneeling to the tub as she begins to whisper aggressively at the tub's drain, looking like a psychopath if anyone were to catch her. "What do you want from me? It's been a week, I thought I was free of you."

"Never." He chuckles. "It seems that you've been counting our days apart... if I'm correct, you've missed me just as much?"

"I waited for your bath." Pennywise causes Quinn to blush in embarrassment. "You never came."

"Showered in my parents' bathroom." She shrugs stubbornly. "Felt safer."

Pennywise laughs. "Then we'll just have to have our fun now."

Pennywise's gloved hand reaches through the drain...

"Take the glove off." He demands. "Then sit on it."

Quinn trembles as she pulls the clown's white glove from his hand.

His hand is revealed, gray, monstrous, with talon like nails.

She flinches at the thought of being fingered by that. "Put that away!" Quinn complains. "I will not do anything with that."

He sighs. "Fine."

Pulling his hand back into the drain, he soon brings it back up... handsome, soft, human, with enticingly long digits...

"Now." Compromising with the girl, Pennywise sighs. "Be a good girl, and come sit on this hand Quinn."

She licks her lips, becoming convinced to find pleasure on the handsome hand.

But she refuses... "No!" She snaps. "Pennywise, I won't! I'm going to bed!"

"So help me god Quinn." The threatening tone of his voice stops her dead in her tracks. "If you don't sit on this hand, I will come through this drain and fuck you to absolute pieces."

She wishes that his demanding threat didn't make her melt between her thighs... but interestingly enough, it does.

Quinn enters the tub. Hiking up her silk nightgown, she kneels to the floor of the tub, taking a seat on the warm hand coming from the drain.

His deep baritoned chuckle echoes through the steel pipes. "You know what to do."

And that she does.

Quinn begins to buck her hips... fucking the hand with slow trembled breaths.

Pennywise massages her clit with his thumb, making her slick and preparing her for his probing fingers.

Quinn continues to soak his hand, sticky webbed dripping from her needy little cunt oozing down Pennywise's wrist.

He places two of his longest fingers inside of her, bending at the knuckle to caress her g-spot each time they thrust into her. Quinn closes her eyes and enjoys the pleasure of each bounce onto the hand, a moan escapes her tongue as a broad thumb seeps into her asshole.

He's marked her as his own. Having the girl obsessed with the many ways he can fill her.

Quinn gyrates the lacy dress past her shoulders, her hands begin to toy at her now revealed sensitive breasts as she reaches closer to her cum.

Drawing the faint taste of blood from her full bottom lip, she bites down hard enough to silence her need to squeal.

"I have such the surprise for you.."Mysterious temptation clouds over Pennywise's voice. "Tomorrow, I'll come get you. Be ready for me, be ready for your gift."

"W-What is it?" Quinn's breath hitches in her throat, being choked by a moan.

"Be patient little lamb." He chuckles. "You will see."

Quinn clinches around Pennywise's fingers, nearing her finish. "Cum for me." A sweet command from Pennywise, sends Quinn into hysterics. She jolts, body quaking as she releases for him, soaking and pruning his fingertips.

Panting for breath after her climax, she watches the wet hand slide back down the drain... Quinn listens into the drain, hearing the sudden lapping of his tongue over his fingers, obsessed and constantly thirsty for her taste.

Realizing how much he craves for her, Quinn's crush grows larger. She's utterly fixated on her new lover.

"My glove?" Pennywise waits calmly for her to send it down the drain, but she refuses.

She gulps. "Tomorrow."

"You want to keep it?" You can nearly hear the joyful smile in Pennywise's voice.

"Yes." She admits.

He accepts it. "Fine, as long as you sleep with it pressed against your chest, or even better, between your legs."

"Quinn?" He calls once more. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow, sleep well sweet girl."

—•—

Quinn gets dressed early today not knowing which time to expect Pennywise.

Her knee shakes nervously as she waits all day on the edge of her bed, wondering if she should warn her family to not expect her home tonight... Hell, dealing with an evil entity, she even thought to warn them that she may never be back.

But the clown asked for her trust... so trust is what she has to give.

If he were to kill her, she's sure that he would have done it by now.

As the evening darkens, a nervous Quinn refuses to eat any meals... Her stomach is too anxious to accept any food to eat.

Quinn's eyes become tired, she accidentally begins to fall over into her pillows as sleep takes over her...

Before her head hits the pillow, the side of Quinn's face is carefully placed into the wide palm of Pennywise's hand.

She notices the feel of his skin instead of the pillow on her cheek, not once caring to ask how did he get inside of her room.

"You're late." Quinn's voice so very quiet and sleepy, plays gently on his heart strings.

Pennywise leans into the girl, wearing his human appearance as he softly kisses his tired love.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." He coos, taking his borrowed glove from her bedside table. "Just needed time to get things perfect for you."

As Quinn blinks her heavy eyelids open, she watches Pennywise puff on a cigarette. "So now you smoke?"

He shrugs. "Thought I'd see what's the hype around it to you humans."

Quinn disapproves, up from lying on her bed, she takes the cigarette from his lips and tosses it out of the opened bedroom window. "There is no hype to it, it's bad for you."

Amused with her sexy authoritative side, he wraps his arm around her body. His hand graces the small of her back gently as he lifts her to his kiss.

The tender kiss, mind blowing for them both as Quinn enjoys finally seeing his presence again, and Pennywise enjoys her beauty. Long brown legs in a pair of light blue denim short-shorts, dirty red converse tied in a bow on each of her feet, and braless in a nearly see through white summer tank top.

She's so gorgeous, it physically pains him.

Enjoying every detail of grace and beauty on her face, he pauses momentarily as he takes her image in. "Close your eyes."

Expecting to be transported somewhere, Quinn does just that. She closes her eyes, grasping onto his broad shoulders as she trusts him to take her wherever he wants.

Feeling ground beneath her feet, Quinn soon opens her eyes. She notices her house a few feet away as her and Pennywise walk hand in hand into the woods of her backyard.

She frowns in confusion. "The woods? Why?"

"So you can see how to get to me, and where to find me, whenever you need me." The calm comfort in his voice takes her worries away. She agrees with a nod, tightening her hand around his.

As the two walk together in the woods for a few short minutes, Pennywise follows a stream that leads them to the canals.

He makes sure that she's paying attention as he watches down upon her, she nods, memorizing the path of how to get to him.

They cross the dense rocks surrounded by water as they head towards the sewer. An older gentleman packed up from late night fishing stops them in their path.

Quinn instantly worries about how Pennywise will react... If she is to spend time with him, she never, ever, wants to see him kill.

"Penny, don't." Her voice a quiet plead for him to behave.

The man shines his flashlight into their direction, and Pennywise can hardly decide to kill him or not as he watches  the man shine the bright light into his eyes.

"Hey kiddos! You shouldn't be out this late, especially around these parts. Haven't you all heard about the bodies being found around here? Apparently a murderer is on the loose, some even say an evil clown who lives in the sewers... although that's just a fable." The man chuckles.

"Can't say we're ones to believe in the clown." Pennywise laughs. "Like you said, it's just a fable, right?Have a good night sir!"

Quinn finally breathes again, glad that Pennywise never lost his cool.

He sighs. "The things I do for you."

Together they make their way into the sewers, sloshing through the mucky waters until they've reached the dry area of the tunnels.

Quinn notices how different it looks from the last time she was here...

Cleaned out, floating bodies taken elsewhere, and no pile of his victims belongings.

Even a bedroom is built...

Candles lit around the two of them for romance, and to mask the horrid smells of the sewer.

She begins to chuckle, impressed with the effort he put into making her feel comfortable with where he hides out at...

She walks around the bedroom touching the furniture and the decorations he put together to feel like a home.

Quinn knows the stuff is stolen, but it is the thought that counts.

"Too much?" Nervous and nearly sweating, Pennywise can't get a good read on her expression. "I over did it, huh?"

"I think it's beautiful." She admits. "The reason you went missing for a week?"

He shrugs. "I didn't like you being on the floor, you deserve better... A bed, a place to stay whenever you want to free yourself from the outside world."

Quinn's cheeks blush, clearly falling in love with the clown.

"The bed is awfully big..." Kicking off her shoes, Quinn lays back onto the pillows. "Should I expect to share it?"

Pennywise chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully however noticeably infatuated with the girl.

"Quinn?" He curiously asks. "Do you only like me like this? Does the clown frighten you?"

She smiles. "I like you for the man that I got to know over summer, regardless of how he appears to me. Penny, I like you, for you."

Pennywise gazes into his reflection of the bedroom's mirror with guilt... suddenly becoming unsure of which version that he even likes, himself...

He chuckles dryly. "So I'll change it up, keep things interesting with my different appearances."

She agrees with him, yet begins to sigh. "I'm sorry that I can't do the same."

Her feelings of not being enough for him snaps Pennywise out of his gaze.

"Don't ever say that again." He quickly leaves the mirror, joining her as he sits on the edge of the bed. "You don't need multiple appearances. I love just the one that you have, I'll never want for anything else."

"You love my appearance?" She asks. "Or you love me?"

He gulps, finally admitting the truth. "Quinn, I love you."

Feeling relief as he finally gets those three meaningful words off of his chest, he doesn't even care to hear her say it back... for he is sure that the day will come.

The two share a longing kiss.

A tongue kiss that heats into their clothes being stripped off of each other.

As he pulls the daisy dukes along with her panties off of her body, he bites his lip as he watches her lift enough to slide them off of her legs... just as impatient and horny as he is.

Pennywise watches Quinn tremble with excitement, as she glistens between her thighs, ready for his taking.

Lying on her back, Quinn nearly begs for missionary sex. The type of sex where the wider she spreads, the more she can feel him dig into her.

"Are you sure?" Surprisingly gentle, Pennywise asks for her reassurance.

Biting her lip and already panting, she nods.

He doesn't think twice.

Lying over her gorgeously nude body, Pennywise begins to place slow, bruising kisses along her skin. Sucking the flesh of her chin, neck, and breasts... Marking her with his affection.

Accepting another of his tongue kisses, Quinn moans into his mouth as he loses himself down her throat.

Pennywise begins to slowly lube his cock, thrusting slowly through her slickness until he's covered in her nectar. Just the gliding of his cock through her folds causes her body to arch, pleading aimlessly to be fucked into.

Pussy slapping her with the tip of his weighty cock, he grins deviously as he watches her body jolt each time it smacks her on her throbbing clit.

Toyed with enough, already to the point of soaking his brand new sheets, he gains momentum to seep into her entry.

Slowly thrusting his tip into her, Pennywise holds her hips down as she attempts to run from the pleasure.

His plows deepen..

He watches Quinn take half, then all of his cock as he stretches her to her max. Watching his cock spread her wide is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, his groans tremble as he watches each time he slides out, and rams back into her.

Quinn grips the sheets as Pennywise kisses her salty tears away.

"So pretty.." He coos. "And such a good listener. Quinn, baby, are you with me?"

The girl nods, body blushing red as she endures his brutal fucking, however enjoying the restraint on her breathing from his crushingly heavy body and the fullness of his veiny erection.

Catching a bouncing breast into his mouth, Pennywise's tongue laps teasing circles around her hardened nipple.

Picking up speed and listening to the wet fapping of their bodies and the squeaking bed frame, Pennywise is determined to bottom completely out into her.

Finally doing it, pushing his cock in to the base of his happy trail, Quinn presses her hand against his chest, begging for mercy. "Please—" she pants. "Penny, I-I can't!"

Taking the hand from his chest, Pennywise kisses the girl's palm gently before placing it above her head. Holding her wrists back from interrupting his heavy bucking. "You can baby, you can."

Taking his free hand to her fleshy clit, he massages her in a way that makes her squirm underneath him.

Finishing his handsy caress with a sharp slap onto her pussy, he sends her into oblivion.

Quinn's body begins to quake, squealing inaudibly as the orgasm melts her into the mattress.

Wanting that same incredible finish, Pennywise's speed picks up, aiming for his cum. Her orgasm spasming around his cock as he grunts, mercilessly fucking into the girl.

"Fuck!" He shouts as he nears his finish.

Pussy quivering around his erection, already doused in his sticky precum, his sweetheart lays tiredly beneath him...

Sweated out, dumbly drooling, and looking so beautiful half-lidded and absolutely slutty for only him.

To bring him to his climax, he begs to hear her perfect little voice.

"Is this what you want?" He grits through his teeth. "Could we have this for a lifetime?"

Quinn nearly cries, numbly taking the rough fucking like a champ. "Yes Pennywise, God yes— just continue to be good to me, be good to Derry."

He nods, simping immediately to whatever she wants. "Mmm- fuck! This pussy is fucking fantastic. Yes baby.. Haven't killed since we met, I'll do whatever you want."

"Haven't killed since we met..."

"Haven't killed since we met..."

The words replay, strangling his mind.

How hasn't he killed, since they have met?

Pennywise comes to a slow pace, not understanding how he has been surviving if he hasn't fed off of fear?

....

Or has he been feeding off of it all along?

Quinn, she fears him.

He only has been surviving around her, because she's fucking faking it...

Pennywise believes that Quinn doesn't feel the same about him at all, she loathes him, she's frightened by him and doing whatever she needs to do in hopes of keeping her family and this town safe from him.

He can't hold his appearance any longer, as anger fuels him, Pennywise bursts into full clown...

Eight feet tall, ravenous teeth, hands that tear through his white gloves due to the black talon sized nails, and a monstrous cock that fills Quinn to the absolute brim.

She hisses in immediate pain, "Pennywise it hurts!"

The bed breaks down to the floor now that he's massive and impossibly heavy. However, Quinn's tight little cunt feels sooo very good to him.

"It hurts?"He begins to deviously taunt. "Does it now? I think you can take it Quinn. Be good for me."

She squeals. "Please! You're still inside me, you'll have to go back to your human appearance!"

Becoming familiar again with his evil nature, he refuses. "I think I'll fuck you just like this."

His hands wrap around her entire waist as if she were a can of soda, the clown's form being so large over her petite frame it's like fucking into a Barbie doll.

He huffs, nearing a mountain size amount of cum as he nearly splits Quinn into two.

The clown's mouth begins to drool as he places his hand at her womb, feeling his cock and watching the insane tummy bulge he forces into her guts.

So fucking sexy, he feels his explosion erupting.

Eyes rolling back into his skull, the clown releases to the sweet sounds of her cries.

Muscles tightening as does the vicious grip on her skin as he stills himself inside of her and coats her walls with his hot sticky cum.

"When were you going to stop wasting my fucking time?" Pennywise watches his cum spill out on each side of his cock that still penetrates her. "I can taste the fear on you, so don't dare lie."

Aggravated with her silence, he slams her against the bed. "Faking everything that you've said... Why, because you think it would keep you alive longer?"

He clicks his tongue with taunt. "I'm too old to be made a fool of, but you almost had me Quinn... you really did."

"Penny please!" She begs, although now on soft his giantly inhuman cock continues to sit deeply inside of her. Without barely any movement, she still feels as if she's being fucked due to his size and the pulsing veins of his cock. "I-I can't speak to you like this."

Not being able to catch her breath, and seeming to be seriously ill. Her poor body can't take much more.

She begs tearfully. "It's too much!! S'too full!!"

Pulling himself out of Quinn, she jolts at the lewd pop of the head of his massive cock exiting her.

He watches his cum seep from out of her with more plans of revenge sex and doing this all night to her.

She can finally breathe as her body relaxes, pouring out his messy load into the middle of her trembling thighs.

"Talk!" Pennywise shouts.

"I'm not afraid of you!" She cries.

Pennywise's finger nail sticks uncomfortably into her belly button, with just the slightest drag, Quinn's steaming hot intestines could be lying right in front of her eyes. "Oh Quinn... I've enjoyed every minute with you, but don't think that I won't tear you into fucking shreds if you lie to me again."

"I'm telling you the truth, I don't fear you!" The poor girl, now heartbroken and regretting becoming the lover of a demonic entity continues to weep until she runs out of tears.

"The fear that you are surviving off of is my fear of the future. Fear of our fate together being that we are in an impossible relationship..." Quinn explains herself , unable to even look at him anymore. "A girl and an entity— a fear of the universe pulling us apart when I have too fallen in love with you."

....

His eyes soften with immense guilt... Finally realizing what he has done...

Looking at his love lying exhausted, half-lidded, and fucked to a pulp, he worries that he has injured her... For the first time feeling fear himself.

What Pennywise failed to realize, is that the girl never feared him at all. What she feared, was losing him.

[lucycore]

Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club

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Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.

Bowers Gang:

Losers Club:

(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)

[b-00-biez]

Slasher Incorrect Quotes

Brahms: When cats sleep all day they say they're cute but when I do it they say im "clinically depressed"

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Y/n: They say dinosaurs are extinct but look, Michael is walking in this room right now!

Michael: ...

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Bo: Y/n pass the salt.

Y/n: Vincent is closer.

Bo: Vincent pass the salt to Y/n.

Vincent: Passes the salt

Bo: ....

Bo: Y/n pass the salt.

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Brahms: Day 27 of no sex... I think my virginity grew back

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At Mcdonalds

Y/n: YOU SEE THIS BIG BOY

Thomas: Blushing

Y/n: This is my man. AND IF YOU DONT GIVE HIM A HAPPY MEAL-

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Brahms: Y/n Help!

Y/n: What's wrong?!

Brahms: Someone is stuck in my phone and they know my name!

Phone: Hello, I am your google assistant. What may I help you with?

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Pyramid Head: ....

Y/n: I like a guy who reminds me of geometry ;)

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Pennywise: I like eating children and tormenting their siblings for fun.

Y/n: I dont think thats a good date introduction.

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Chucky: Your very existence makes me sick!

Y/n:...

Y/n: I'm not scared of dropping a child out of a 10 story building.

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[slasherstories123]

Can you do Michael,Jason,art, pennywise where there child get the bite of 83 f(from fnad) :D

Slashers reaction to their child being part of the bite of 83

Paring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Art the Clown, and Pennywise the dancing clown x child! Reader

Tags list: @dootys @callmemeelah @mehidktbh @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @sleepypersonblog @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @charliedawn @emychan @slasherscrybaby @the-anxious-youth @callsignwidow @endomishy

A/N: as a fnaf fan I had fun writing this one 😭💗

Michael Myers

He should’ve never left you alone. He went to get you a plush toy since you desperately wanted it to go with your collection of the other small stuffed animals. He had his mask off so he wouldn’t just be seen as a scary person or the fact that people would recognize him too quickly.The loud crunch of your head being crushed filled his ears, making him snap his head in the direction where four other teenagers had on their own animal masks. Staring up at what they did to you, in complete shock. Your body laid limp in the animatronics mouth with blood splattering over the metal and on your clothes. Michael shoved the teenagers harshly to where they fell to the ground with loud sounds or even fell against the chairs as their impact. Michael held one with a red fox mask, ripping it off his face.

His cold eyes stared at the teenager and the teenage boy tried to make Michael let him go, he apologized repeatedly with more cries, not being able to handle his gaze and begged to be put down. Michael had a death grip on his shirt before slamming him head first into a corner of the table. Some of them screamed and scattered away. Michale then grabbed one of the teenagers in a yellow chicken mask. His grip was firm and it broke her arm with a loud crack, making her scream and he shoved her into the ground too, the other two with the bunny and bear mask screamed for help, when he was at a far distance they took their friends away from him. Michael didn’t care, the yellow bunny kept moving while the bear stood in a glitch, Michael nearly ripped its mouth off trying to get you down, holding your bloody head against his chest. Your face was too bloody to show him any form of life.. but you were still breathing..slowly. His grip on your body got tighter, his veins showed on his hands, they trembled.

Michael’s fingers clenched onto your clothes, he breathed heavily, looking around for some sort of help, no one was there to help. The teenagers were lucky Michael didn’t kill him..or any of his friends for the matter. He left without a trace…hoping he could get the help you needed, hoping you didn’t take your final breath in his arms.

Jason Voorhees

All four teenagers stood frozen when the animatronic bit down on your head, your screams cut out with a loud crunch. Jason heard the crunch. He dropped the plate of pizza he had got for you, taking slow steps before he speed walked to the teenagers who did it. His blue eyes through the mask held a deadly glare that scent chills down their spine. His eyes flickered to every last one of them, seeing who was the guiltiest which gave him the indication that they came up with the plan. The boy with the red fox mask looked the most guilty, even trembling under Jason’s gaze.

Jason’s strong, large hand wrapped around his neck, immediately cutting off his access to breathe. His breathing was heavy the more he squeezed, his friends tried to pry Jason off, but it made him shove them hard. He was never the one to hurt kids, but they hurt you. And he was livid. The boy kicked and tried to cry but with every sound that came out made him loose more air, Jason’s hand trembled, dropping him and he fell to his knees to painfully gasp for air. Jason rushed over to you. Ripping off the upper jaw of the bear animatronic to get you down with trembling arms.

His cold hands pressed against your pressure points for any sign of life. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t even see your chest rise and fall. Jason held you close to his chest. He watched his mother get murdered, and now..he saw you get murdered. He couldn’t believe it, he wished he was there sooner. He already lost his mother. Now he has to come to the terms that he lost you too.

Art the clown

The clown’s mouth was left agape at the sight of your bloodied body hanging from the animatronics mouth. His eves kept flickering from the children and to you. His kith then turned into a frown. A deep frown. His eyebrows furred together in a pit of rage but out in a fake smile to try and get the teenagers attention.

He snapped his fingers and they all looked at him. Terrified, shocked, and confused. All three of their emotions were displayed their eyes through the animal masks, Art’s eye twitched as he held up a finger as telling them to watch. He heard one of them step back before the rest followed the others motions, he pulled out a gun. A fire gun. Holding it out as if it was a trophy. The teenagers screamed once he pulled the trigger to let out heavy fire, aiming it in their direction. Every last one of them screamed in agony from the fire. He kept going. He didn’t stop until every last thing was on fire. One of the tanagers cried and tried to crawl away from the fire.

The corners of his mouth turned into a smile. Grabbing gasoline from his trusty trash bag and poured it all over them, they screamed louder and the fire got brighter. Throwing the small gasoline box away. Tilting his head up to you, he opened the bears mouth to drop you in his arms. Your weak arm shakily held onto his costume, your breathing was slow and he took you out to leave the place ablaze along with more screams.

Pennywise the dancing clown

The smell of blood filled Pennywise’s nose. Even in his human form he could smell it. Looking around to try and find the culprit of the smell until he took a second to actually smell it. It was your blood. The scent of you filled his nose. His eyes flashed yellow at the sight of the four teenagers. Their fear smelled intoxicating. Every last one of them trembled at Pennywise’s gaze even as he began to shapeshift into his clown form, they screamed louder. Two of them tired to escape but every last door was closed shut.

They didn’t deserve the deadlights. They deserved death. His jaw opened wide as his he lunged towards one of them, ripping their arm off with one bite. Every last one of them, he attacked, ripping them apart and biting into their flesh with loud roars and their screamed mixed with his growls. With one last bite from the last one standing, he dropped them all with his tongue licking the blood off his lips. Glaring at all of their now dead bodies, the walls splattered with their blood covering the walls, almost like a scene out of a horror movie.

Finally, he went to your body that didn’t have a pulse, he growled again and used his teeth to rip the upper jaw of the animatronic off. Sulking slightly at the sight of you dead. Holding you close to his chest, having a hand on your bloody head. You might be dead.. but he’ll cherish your soul.

Forever.

[burntsodas]

i drew bill!

first one in awhile so i can’t tell if it’s just me or if he looks wonky.

let me know!

🦇🦇🦇

[alcinaslittlemaid]

That one meme but the hottest horror clowns of tumblr

Art by me! Tag me if you reblog please!

The fact this drawing took over almost two weeks is astonishing😭🙏

Kudos if you know the meme

[into-crazy]

Pennywise and a reader that owns a cat hc's

Warnings- mild aggression, Penny being a jerk, cat attacks Penny occasionally, fun and fluff, ages 18+

Little note- the relationship between Pennywise and the reader can be viewed as platonic or romantic. So you can go with whichever one you want.

When the two first meet, they immediately despise each other.

Lots of hissing and growling. And that's from both of them. Though Pennywise does it to mock the cat.

Right away, he wants to eat it.

You tell Penny not to eat or do anything to your precious fur baby. Making it absolutely clear that your cat is 1000000% OFF LIMITS. And you have to constantly make sure that he understands that. At least for a while.

He grimaces in distaste when you tell him your pet's name. He's petty because he's annoyed with the entire situation.

"What kind of name is that?"

"Um, that's the name that I picked!"

Your cat avoids him at all costs. Not that Penny would intentionally seek it out. But whenever he is around, your cat is hiding somewhere.

If Pennywise happens to get too close to the cat, it'll probably attack him out of self defense. Sometimes he will see you petting your cat and wants to try. Which will trigger the feline's fight or flight response.

Penny will take offense to it. The cat loves you. So why doesn't it like him?

You'll explain to Penny that your cat is just scared of him and he has to give it some time.

For a while, they don't interact at all.

You love your cat, so you always check and make sure that they're okay. Giving them pets and reassurance. You'll even bring food directly to them so that they can eat comfortably in their safe spot. Sometimes you'll even give them more space by taking Pennywise with you to another room.

Eventually, your cat will become used to his presence. They'll be a little more comfortable with coming out when he's around. Still keeping a distance, but they'll start roaming and laying around like normal again.

Transitioning into the tolerance stage. Your cat won't hiss or hide from Penny anymore, so long as he keeps his distance. When they both cross paths, your cat will shrink into itself a little and stare at him until he moves away. There's no more hisses and swats, though.

You're delighted to see that they are growing fond of each other. Sure they might not be best friends, but there's no more hostility between the two. So at least that's some progress.

Pennywise says that the cat toys are stupid, until he actually sees you using them to play with your cat. He enjoys watching the little fluff ball running around and playing. His favorite thing is watching when the feline goes into hunt mode and pounces to catch it's targets.

You put Penny in charge of giving the treats. That way, the cat can warm up to him some more. It transitions from Penny having to set the treat down to your cat going straight towards him to take it. The first time that it took the treat from his hand, he smiled wide and proud.

Soon, your cat finally comes around to accepting pets from Penny. In which, he's learned how to do from watching you so many times.

"Aww, see Penny? They like you now."

"Yes, it appears that they do. Finally."

LOTS OF PURRING. From both of them, of course.

On occasion, you walk in on your cat taking a nap or resting comfortably on Pennywise's lap. He will not move because he absolutely doesn't want to disturb it.

"I cannot move. Mustn't disturb the feline."

Things have ultimately worked out. They don't resent each other. And Pennywise doesn't think about eating them anymore.

It makes you really happy that they've finally warmed up to one another.

[bitches-who-write]

Can you do a reader who likes to die her hair x Patrick? (From it)

We hope this is what you wanted!!

Warnings: Language, mentions of stalking, and Patrick himself is a warning.

Hair Dying + Patrick

So chances are you get bored of your hair...very quickly. 

Blue for 3 weeks.

Purple for 2 weeks. 

You get the point. 

Your frequent hair changes are probably what caught Patrick's eye first. 

You probably passed him one day with your bright green hair which immediately caught his eye. 

Sooo let the stalking begin...I mean...yeah no he's stalking you. 

He has learned your entire schedule within the first week of stalking you. 

Patrick is not a shy guy he is very...very open. 

That being said, when he first approached you he was very open with his intentions. 

I will let your filthy minds figure out the rest

Now once he figures out how often you dye your hair..he wants to help you. 

If you are smart you'll tell him no.. cause c'mon we all know how messy dying your hair can get if you are not careful.

But...you're choosing to go out with this psycho so chances are..you're not very smart. 

So you agreed to let him help you. 

TERRIBLE IDEA.

Hair dye everywhere. 

Skin is stained whatever the color was.

Patrick's hands were stained for a week.

This was probably due to him not washing his hands. 

Nasty mother fucker. 

You'd be lying to yourself if you said that was the last time. 

He honestly does like the bright colors you do. 

Especially if he's allowed to pick the color. 

Although..he comes up with the worst nicknames for you for whatever color your hair is. 

So expect some fucking stupid ones. 

Let's say you two are...ya know..*cough* fuckin *cough*

He will pull your (example: purple) hair and will call you Grimace. 

Does he have a thing for Grimace or was that the only purple thing he could think of??

It's Patrick...who the fuck knows about this dude. 

He will let you put color streaks in his hair...but there's always a cost with him so it's up to you if you want to pay the toll. 

Patrick is a dick so if he loses you in public expect him to be a dick. 

"HAS ANYONE SEEN A GIRL THAT LOOKS LIKE THE GRINCH??"

"Oh, there you are Y/N." 

' YOU CHOSE THIS COLOR.'

"Only so I could call you the Grinch."

' You're such a dick.'

[charliedawn]

Can you write about the slashers finding out the nurse has a stalker? (That isn't them lol)

(Hi ! Sorry for the absence everyone. It has been a really busy year for me. But here you go ! Thank you for the request !)

Jack is usually pretty chill. He wouldn’t do anything at first if he saw the stalker didn’t bother anyone. But, if he saw that the stalker was starting to get a little too annoying ? He would make him get the message.

Jack would drape an arm over your shoulders and give the stalker the ‘Get out of my face’ look.

And if he still didn’t get the message ?

Then the stalker would unfortunately find his way down a flight of stairs—the express way.

You were sleeping when you heard someone open your window. You immediately turned on your lamp, but was surprised to find Patrick Bateman standing in the middle of your room.

He was covered in blood and lit up a cigar.

He took a deep puff and exhaled loudly.

You waited a few minutes before asking what he was doing here and why he was covered in blood. To which, he took his time to answer.

Patrick: "I apologise. I found a cockroach at your window."

You *look him up and down suspiciously*: "…Must have been one hell of a cockroach, huh ?"

Him *smirks* : "One BIG cockroach."

Bo: "Ssh…You the one who likes followin’ Nurse Y/N around, huh ? Ssh…Come on. We wouldn’t want to wake them up with your pussy screams, right ?" *proceeds to bust the stalker’s kneecaps*

Bo is the type of man to take action. He wouldn’t wait or warn you about the problem—but he would take care of it. Because he likes to be the man of the situation, the one who takes care of business and makes sure no one would be stupid enough to bother you.

So, let us just say that the stalker unfortunately didn’t make it.

"Oh oh oh. Naughty naughty stalker. You are one fffffunny human, ain’t ya ?!"

You woke up the next day with a pool of blood next to your bed. When you asked Penny about it, he replied with a large smile that he had a midnight snack.

You told Norman and asked for his opinion on what to do. He asked you to explain exactly what was happening and remained with a polite smile on his face as you proceeded to explain everything.

Once you were done, he still had a smile on his face. He wordlessly stood up, rolled up his sleeves and left for a couple of minutes before returning with an axe.

Your eyes widened and you tried to stop him, but too late. He stepped outside, knowing your stalker was probably waiting for you to get out of the house. The stranger was surprised when he saw Norman leave. It didn’t take Norman long to spot the stalker and without his smile leaving his face, he walked towards the stalker and swung his axe—barely missing the top of the stalker’s head.

"…If my baby girl/boy ever tells me you have been following her/him again…I won’t miss."

And with that, Norman went back into the house—humming a happy tune…while the stalker was left on the ground with his pants soiled upon having the scare of his life.

Pennywise was being his usual annoying and sarcastic self when he noticed someone following you from a distance. He didn’t care at first…not until he read the guy’s thoughts. And what he found in there ? It was enough to make his usual smile falter.

After that day, he decided to teach the guy a lesson. He hence took your appearance for a day and lured your stalker away from anywhere where they could be seen. And when he was sure there was no one around ? He took back his appearance and in one second, gulped down the stalker.

Literally.

No more stalker. Pennywise didn’t even leave the bones behind.

Brahms noticed from the start. Of course he did. Brahms used to be a stalker himself. But, your stalker was not a professional stalker and Brahms didn’t take him all that seriously at first. Besides, who was he to judge ?

But then…He hurt you. He took pictures of you. He kept them to himself, and Brahms felt as if it was getting exhausting for you.

And Brahms could not take it anymore.

One night as you were sleeping, the stalker crept into your room as per usual, but Brahms was waiting for him this time. And before he could approach your bed, Brahms took the stranger by the neck and held him above the ground. The stranger’s feet kicked the air…until they didn’t move at all.

Brahms let his body fall to the floor. He then proceeded to drag him out of your room—unaware that you had been awake the whole time. You closed your eyes and let go of the knife you had been clenching in your hand.

…

Jason noticed that one of the nurses was following you around. At first, he didn’t do anything as it seemed that you weren’t all that bothered by it. But then, he realised that you weren’t smiling as often anymore and that you would occasionally take pills to help with the tiredness (having a stalker meant really little sleep since you knew they were watching you.)

And finally, the stalker hurt you. He saw a bruise around your wrist and that…That he couldn’t handle.

At his arrival in St Louis, his machete was confiscated, but he was hired by a domestic furniture company to do mandatory work. And guess what is in high supply in his place of work ? That’s right. Wood and nails. Jason built himself a wooden mace with nails. Poor stalker ended up in a ditch around the hospital…his whole body smashed and mushed.

The moment Michael Myers would get a whiff of that stalker near you, he would become a permanent wall between you and the stalker. Your own watcher and bodyguard. The stalker would become the observed. Michael wouldn’t sleep or eat while the stalker is still there. And the moment they would meet ? Myers would make him regret ever being birthed into the same world as him…

[iloveslasher]

Headcannons:

S/O commits suicide (Michael,Jason, Thomas & Bubba)

[cum-a-calla]

open letter to Andrés Muschietti

please release the cum cut

i implore, beg, and grovel. i plead with you. on my knees. hands clasped. lip quivering. please. please, the Pennywise cum cut

please

[shanspitcoca]

bowers gang if they had instagram

GANG ACC

• public

• they are all adm

• just follow the members

• Insta bans specific photos they posted

HENRY ACC

• private acc (he accepts everyone but Butch and people he doesn’t like)

• just follow his gang members

• like truck pics

• ignores when tag him

• if someone mocks him as kid he’ll delete it

VICTOR ACC

• follows the gang members, his cousins and random friends of school

• flirts with Sally Mueller

• repost anything they tagged him

• ignore his dm

• disappear and doesn't talk to anyone for weeks (but he always back)

BELCH ACC

• follows anyone he genuinely likes (and attractive girls)

• like car pictures

• barely repost what tagged him

• if he had a girlfriend he would’ve tag her in

• unfollow patrick and follow him back every time (bc he says creepy stuff)

PATRICK ACC

• follows back most of the time

• follows A LOT of women

• tag his friends in bullshit

• like stupid and goofy memes

• comment on everyone's posts