#pennywise x reader fluff

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ONLY YOU

Prompt: How slashers act when they’re jealous/outbursts/reassurance.

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MICHAEL MYERS

Believe it or not Michael is a very jealous boy. He just doesn’t believe he is, he is simply “doing what he usually does.”

When Michaels jealous it isn’t a pretty sight. He can become very hostile towards you or innocent bystanders.

Though he is very jealous it doesn’t happen very often, because he’s barely home so it’s unlikely.

When he’s mildly jealous he’d scare you, just to make sure you know who you belong to and simply kill whoever threatened your “relationship.”

If he’s very jealous, he’d actually harm you. Slight slices or soft choking. Taunting you by leaving bodies around the house.

Though don’t think just because he’s a little dangerous that he doesn’t need reassurance, it helps a little to watch you reject people.

Tell people you have a boyfriend, while mentioning his name.

Makes him almost fond of what you do, knowing that you’re his and you’re not ashamed to tell others that you are too.

If you did manage to make him feel slightly good he’d become even more protective, wanting you be only his and making it clear.

Sometimes you have to try and convince him to stay hidden when a neighbor or something knocks because of his jealousy.

There was one time he just popped out and stabbed the couple just because her husband looked at you a little too long.

And he wears the murders like a fucking badge of honor, sometimes seeing their heads propped up on a counter randomly.

Hearing you scream was another thrill.

But one thing that made Michael twitch, or snap. Some would even say go crazier is if someone would to hurt you, or even make you scream.

There was a time you had gotten into an altercation with someone walking down the street as someone let their dog shit on your and Michaels yard.

It was in the middle of the night too, and they had just left it there. The only reason you knew is because you caught them on camera.

So Michael being the lovely boyfriend he is he went to their house and slaughtered her teenage daughter, leaving her there to grieve.

You didn’t even find out until it was all over the news and the search for Haddonfield killer began again.

To be honest you didn’t even know what the two of you were, he just didn’t let you around anyone else, any men mainly. Or outside in general, courting you in his own animalistic way.

Sometimes if you made him incredibly angry he’d disappear, leaving you isolated after his killing spree.

After his jealous encounters he’d barely let you out the house, and you didn’t dare to disobey him even when he was gone because it was like he always had eyes on you.

Always lurking, it felt good knowing that you were protected, but not as much knowing he’d kill a person if they looked at you in the wrong way.

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Jason Voorhees

Jason is super jealous, he could be considered murderous jealousy but typically he relies on your reassurance and loyalty.

There are times where he does kill when he feel like he needs too, but only when you seem to feel uncomfortable and harassed.

Jason is big and scary but when it comes down to you two he becomes soft, shy even.

After an outburst, he’d feel insecure a little ashamed he felt that way. He’d come to you, and sit there letting you comfort him.

Jason isn’t really vocal about how he feels so he relies on you to understand him by body language.

When you do he feels so excited, happy even. Nuzzling his head into you.

He doesn’t really get jealous just insecure, a bit of sad jealousy.

Though sometimes, very very rarely. When he’s angry and jealous he’d become overprotective. I mean he’d keep you locked up in the house.

Especially if you were almost hurt in the middle of the ruckus, he’d literally chain every exit or entrance of your cabin up and keep you locked in there until everything was over.

Sometimes you’d get into arguments because of how annoying his jealous habits could get.

Sometimes it’d either hurt his feelings and cause him to go into hiding or argue back, he’d thrash things around or yell. He couldn’t really speak so it’d just be verbal roaring.

He’d apologize after but his behavior is very repetitive and hard to deal with. Though he’s sweet enough to pick flowers and apologize harder later.

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Bubba sawyer

Dangerously jealous, though there isn’t really time for him to act on it unless you tell him too. Of course he’d act if you were in danger or so he’d just stay by your sides when he could.

Though when he has time, he does. You’d be talking to a soon to be victim and he’d come revving his chainsaw and in seconds he slaughtered whoever was talking to you.

Though he’s still very insecure, especially when it came down to you helping out and flirting with the victims to lure them in.

He’d get upset angry and even try to argue to get you out of helping.

He’d whine to you about it, shout and scream. Though it’s easy to shut him up with some reassurance and a kiss.

Him being jealous is a common occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary.

He doesn’t even trust his family around you, always watching. Keeping an eye out, unless you were with his mother.

Sometimes if you end up being left with Hoyt or any male for God knows why he’d start arguments with his family.

Grabbing you and taking you upstairs and forcing you to stay in the room, and throwing tempter tantrums when you didn’t. 

He’d cry when you get mad at him, and throw things around when he was jealous. It was annoying watching him act like a child.

He’d ignore you , give you the silent treatment. It was practically like dealing with a child.

You reassuring him had become a daily task at that point.

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Pretzel Jack

Attention jealousy, There had been one time where you were hanging out with another imaginary friend and he got sad and snapped.

When you got mad at him he had a long frown, he just wanted your attention, just wanted to play.

He hated when your attention was on other people, like a spouse or friend.

Which is why he was so happy when you got mad at them, and he finally could kill them!

Typically murders are sort of your fault because you should be able to control your anger and keep him under control.

If he’s jealous he’s quick to try and do some tricks to get your attention, and if it failed he’d wail around or have an outburst.

Or go to extreme efforts to get you to smile.

If all else fails, he kills your other friend. And *poof!* you’re his again.

Jack is very overprotective, so it’s more or so him just trying to protect you.

He doesn’t even know what jealousy is he just feels a throbbing in his hands and acts on it.

After doing whatever he did he’d play or lay near you. Making sure to keep everyone away whilst it was just the two of you.

And if you found out what he did and got mad he’d punish himself by keeping himself away from you unless you were in trouble.

Or he’d get really sad and hide away.

When he was jealous it was sort of funny, he’d go to the extreme just to see you crack a smirk or just look his way.

Sometimes purposely sulking in the corner to see if you’d check on him.

Of course you did and your silly Jack was back. Though that didn’t stop him from becoming jealous over and over again. Having to reassure him that he’s your favorite and always will be.

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Gabriel may

Gabriel was the wrong guy to get jealous, he’d lock you away and keep you to himself.

He’d kill anyone who threatened your relationship, not just because of his obsessive personality but because he was insecure as a whole.

He believed that anyone could take you away, woman or men because he believed he wasn’t attractive enough to keep you.

He’d scare them away, flickering the lights or growling through a phone or radio.

And if that didn’t work, he’d just see them later tonight so they wouldn’t even share the same world as you anymore.

Gabriel didn’t believe he needed reassurance, though he did enjoy it he hid it well.

He believed that it was natural for a man to become overprotective of his partner, even though he wouldn’t even consider himself overprotective.

He didn’t care if you rejected whoever wanted you, they shouldn’t have thought about you romantically in the first place.

Now they have to die.

The difference between him and any other guy is you can’t talk him out of it, when he’s made up his mind, it’s no longer a thought but a soon to be decision.

He’d come home and pretend nothing happened, that it was an ordinary day after he just shoved a knife into an innocent man’s jugular just for having a slight crush on you.

Though if you got sad about it, he’d become insecure and angry.

Wondering why’d you care about any guy that isn’t him, or anyone that isn’t him at all. It was scary watching Gabriel become angry because he couldn’t really control his powers.

The lights will start to flicker, phones going on and off and radio blasting static. The walls vibrating and cabinets clattering.

Of course you’d tell him there’s no one else but as I said reassurance doesn’t really work on him. So you either just let him blow a fuse until he’s all fired out. Or you just ignore him,

But that won’t get you anywhere but him thinking you love someone else.

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Jacob Goodnight

Though you rejected anyone’s crush proposal to you Jacob still got angry.

He’d bash their brains out saying you’d never date filthy sluts or impure people like them.

There were quiet times too, where’d when he got jealous he’d just come whining to you, and ask you if you loved him despite all he’s done.

And when you’d tell him yes he’d go back to blundering young adults to death before coming to ask you the same question again.

Just to make sure you wanted to be with him despite what he is and what he can’t help but be.

Though it is very easy to reassure Jacob, he trust you with his whole heart.

Sometimes he gets jealous but he can’t help it, there’s always someone that’s going to be attracted to you

He just didn’t like the thoughts of sinners, especially sinners being attracted to you.

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Norman bates (old)

Norman and his mother were very jealous people, she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her poor boy and him having his first heartbreak.

So she did what any mother would do, kill them or convince Norman too.

She’d whisper cheeky little things in his ear, telling him if he didn’t eliminate them soon they’d become competition.

And eventually Norman just began the killing on his own.

Norman was extremely jealous, so he stuck by your side. Quick to speak up when someone was flirting with you.

Of course he stuttered and fumbled over his words but he knew he had to stand over you because you were his.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away, not even his mother.

He’d hold your hand everywhere, even in the house, he was weirdly obsessive.

Randomly kissing your palm and each knuckle, telling you how much he loved you so randomly in the most awkward situations.

It was hard to use the bathroom alone without Norman knocking wondering how long it’d take before he got to see you again.

You could barely leave the house, when you two started dating he wanted you to move in immediately.

You barely had any say!

But he just wanted you there fast so he could watch your every move and ward off any other competitors.

If you went on a walk by yourself he’d bombarde you with questions, why didn’t you tell him, did you want some distance from him?

What did he do?

It must’ve been that man he was letting stay in the hotel, he has to get rid of him now. That’s what mother would’ve wanted and, it’s what he wants.

Why is he cleaning up blood?

Oh a rat got in that’s all. He’d pat your head giving you soft forehead kisses before waving you off.

When you two get home he’d make you a sandwich and ask you about your walk, about the scenery. If you had any small talk with a stranger.

Of course you knew it was because of his jealousy,

But Norman was so timid you thought it was cute, not that he could kill somebody!

Kissing your cheek with clenching your shoulders hard, confessing what he did. Because the pressure was too much to keep from his beloved.

You forgive him? Oh thank God, that means he can do it again right? You didn’t say not too exactly.

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Charles Lee Ray.

Charles was the wrong person to make jealous, he’d either put you in your place or kill you both! So you had to be careful,

There was one time a guy came up to you in the grocery store and before you could say anything there was Charles with a pistol up to his back.

He made the guy get on his knees and beg for fucks sake.

After that he yelled at you for even letting the guy in your proximity.

Charles was the type to get sexual when he was angry, angry intimacy.

Either that or blowing the guys head off and going on the run from the police because of it again.

He always expected you to wait for him, whether he was gone for months or years.

And one day he expected you to take him back even when he was a fucking doll!

It was ridiculous, he was always getting himself into some shit and wanting to come back into your arms.

Sad to say the maniac did have his soft moments, where he’d come home after a long run and fall straight into your arms with a snore.

Happy to be back, and happy to see you waiting for him.

Not really like you had a choice though. It’s either you did or your head would meet the back of his famous pistol.

There was no escape from Charles, and his rash jealousy and anger.

It was sort of nice for him to want you and only you, kinda awkward watching him call other woman whores though.

In the beginning he was a cheater, believing that he couldn’t trust anyone, that was until you were fed up of his bullshit and tried to leave him.

Crying, telling him how much he meant to you but you were so tired.

And ever since then the fuck didn’t leave your side, at first it started as threats, stalking and eventually you getting a restraining order.

But that didn’t keep him away, not even prison.

The police had given up before you did so you were sort of stuck, and with him threatening to kill anyone that tried make a move on you.

And eventually, he kept calling you his and you just settled with it.

Not like there was anything you could do.

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Pennywise

You weren’t dating him, more like stuck with him. A chain on your ankle strapped to Satan who’s asleep.

And when he wakes up, he eats.

You were fairly attractive, and after all he was sort of a kid killer so any time some teenager cat called you he was hungry.

He’d laugh at you, taunting, making you believe you could escape before trapping you right again.

Devouring whoever wanted you in front of your very eyes.

One time you tried to defeat him to kill him, you tried to say hurtful things.

And it backfired.

He laughed and left, the next day you heard screaming. And hid until it was safe to come out. Seeing hundreds of adult corpses, men, woman.

And he sat on top, chomping on a leg like a king on a throne.

Laughing loud, his yellow eyes glowing fiercely in the dark.

Now it was different with men, or any adult who tried to hit on you so ever. He needed food, so he couldn’t kill all the adults and stop the production.

So he did what any intelligent psychopath would do, he killed their kids. Not only will whoever hit on you suffer, he gets fed too.

And if they didn’t have kids he’d just kill them, wasn’t a lot of fun for him but still.

He’d play games on you, pretending that they were going to save you until their head randomly fell of their body.

His laughing came quick his same little dance and taunting.

Though there was one odd time he went out of character, a time where he had been sleeping, or what they thought had been “defeated.

And someone, kept cat calling you, drunkard. Enough to come up to you and grasp your arms and started touching you.

You shocked yourself, because you knew the first name you screamed.

And it was unlike him to not play around with his food first, but he came. Broad daylight. And cut his neck clean off.

His eyes were a light blue and full of anger yet worry.

He grabbed you and carried you to the sewers, trying to force you to sleep through the rest of the years with him.

To keep you safe in a way.

But you had to explain to him that you couldn’t, remembering you were human and didn’t need yearly hibernation.

He was reluctant but at least made you stay down for two days, keeping you safe and fed until you needed to leave, for personal hygiene and job reasons.

Not like you needed to work anyway, he’d just kill anyone who tried to kick you out.

When he woke up he ate first, devouring everything because he didn’t trust himself being hungry and going to see you.

Of course he scared you as his little welcoming.

But sometimes he’d nuzzle into the crook of your stomach, he was technically an alien, he had his animal like tendencies.

He was weirdly possessive, he didn’t even understand his own jealousy. Watching you flirt with a random guy who wanted to help carry what he stated an “attractive.” Persons groceries.

Watching you smile, pick at your skin and cover your teeth as you giggled made him angry.

And he was going to make both of you pay for it.

Of course he killed the man first, he was really focused on you. He courted you, waited for you, protected you, and sometimes even fed you. And this what you do to him? Ungrateful human.

He’d come to your home welcoming himself, not announcing it or anything. Scaring you, taking the form of a human intruder.

Pretending to try and kill you before transforming back with a laugh in his face, before you could argue with him he widened his jaw and went to take a bite.

You screamed but he covered your mouth.

He didn’t let go, it wasn’t deep enough to puncture your skin but enough to bruise you.

And he stayed there, you slept with his teeth latched onto your skin.

He was fast asleep, almost subconsciously doing it.

Tightening inch by inch every time you tried to move his jaw.

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Patrick Bateman

Patrick getting jealous was rare, he never felt that way unless he felt someone was superior than him.

Or someone caught your attention, which was hard to do.

When Patrick was jealous he’d work out more, try to become extra perfect so you’d never advert your eyes again.

Wearing more expensive and stylish clothes, or taking you shopping.

Dressing you so luxurious anyone would assume you were married.

So jealous that he proposed, making you a housewife so that you couldn’t escape. And every time you went out with those “whore.” Friends any cuck that wanted you would know you’re taken.

He wish he could just fucking label you, but god he wouldn’t want to ruin that god forsaken perfect skin.

He’d even solve his jealousy through intimacy.

Doing what he considered a God worthy performance, showing you that no one could make you happy as much as he does, pleasured, taken care of, loved.

Hell anything.

But there was a point where he had to, take things into his own…gloved, hands.

You had this male close friend, this handsome idiot that you knew since high school, through college, and now.

He was perfect, he had money, fit, nice skin. And it didn’t even look like he was trying, and to top it off he was intelligent.

Anytime you’d come back from hanging out with him you’d refer to him as a ‘cute little geek.’ And he was already having a bad day he just needed some release.

So when your drunken friend bumped into Patrick on the street so dumbly looking for you. Can you believe this?

He was confessing his love for you, to Patrick!

The taxi was full of his confession and Patrick’s occasional “oh really?” Right before he beat the pore guy to death with his golf club.

It was sloppier than usual but he couldn’t have someone talking about his precious only ever in such a way.

When you found out about your friends death you were devastated, he comforted you but couldn’t hide the scowl on his face.

Why did you care so much? Why were you crying so hard about a man that wasn’t him?

He enjoyed you sleeping on him but still couldn’t believe how broken down you were after losing another guy.

You eventually got acquainted with Patrick’s “friends.” And you suppose word got around that you were his because men started to avoid you.

Maybe because Patrick always stood behind you with his threatening demeanor but still.

You eventually got happier but couldn’t help but notice how over protective Patrick got.

Patrick loved how soft you were emotionally and just didn’t want anyone else to have it.

He’d lay his head in your palm and sit there for hours. Before going back to his nonchalant monotonous ways.

[alcinaslittlemaid]

Naughty Little Lamb~

Pennywise 2017xFem!reader

•Warnings: Smutty smut, degradation, spanking (a lot), angry sex.. and much much more, Mild DD/LG (tiny bit) uses of pet names

(I’m not great at writing buts it’s the red hour 😳🌶️)

Come join the clown~

🎪🎈🤡

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The hour was very late, you had struggled to get to sleep and Pennywise had gone out hunting. You felt a familiar throbbing in your underwear, by god you were missing him so much, your hand slipped down between your silky thighs and coating your fingers were your own sinuous juices.

You smirked and began pleasuring yourself, grabbing your vibrator imagining penny’s long slippery tongue slurping your insides out, your toes began to curl as you bucked your hips in submission, your mind travelling further, now imagining how smaller tentacles would slither out, gripping your thighs to keep you in place, long slimy tentacles restricting your movement, as his long, hard alien-like tentacle is forcible pushed into your tight hole, the ridges of his length hitting your clit as he completely ruins you.

Trying to get his entire length inside your tight, little cunt, you were getting close, finally going to be rid of your need for him (until tomorrow that is) you were almost riding your vibrator with pleasure

“Dooonnnt youuuu Dareeee~” that taunting voice in your head rang out like a bell you had recognised all too well

“Fuck…” you whined “Watch your mouth little slut” the voice growled, it’s raspy voice grunted in your ear as you slowly peeked up at the darkened side of your room, there…two golden orbs stared back at you, dark red circles rimmed it’s golden stare

“Oh my~ look at the filthy mess you’ve made, you dirty little slut” pennywise barked, stepping towards you “my! Dirty little sewer slut” he grinned before sitting down

“Come” he snapped patting his lap “But you said I couldn’t-“ you attempted a joke, but the state he gave you was stern, cold and deadly

“I said…COME!” He snapped, before dragging you roughly over his knee, your ass now presented to him like his next meal on a silver platter “Ah! Ow your hurting me! Penny what the fu-“ you were soon cut off by his to clawed fingers “Good little girls should be seen and not heard” his fingers were almost in your throat, you hadn’t a clue what was happening.

“You’ve been such a naughty, filthy little lamb Y/N” he teased before hiking your skirt up higher, his tentacles keeping you tightly in place as his hand slowly lifted behind your rear

“Now, we’re gonna play a little game~” he began, you shook your head at his silly games, but he was having none of it

“your gonna count every time I spank that little ass” he continued “and if you mess up or miss a number, they’re gonna restart and be even harsher…got it?” He hissed, you squealed and tried to squirm out of his grasp

“Ohhhh you wanna play hide and seek? Okay! If hide and I don’t find you in under 2 minutes I won’t punish you! We can doooo whatever you want~” he had crossed his fingers behind his back while saying that. You nodded and took off running, trying to find a hiding place he hasn’t seen yet, meanwhile the clown began to the countdown to your demise

“1…..2……3”

“Shit” you winced

“4…..5….6”

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

“7……8….9…”

You finally found a spot, sliding into it and shutting the door behind you ever so silently, you sunk beneath the piles of sheets and bedding

“10! Ready or not little bunny! Mr wolf is coming to find you hahahah” He cackled maniacally and began searching for you, his boots thudding against the ground in desperation. This was horrifying, he could do anything to you…you could hear doors opening and the disappointed sigh when you weren’t there “Oh my little lamb you are clever..” He then opened the door to your linen cupboard “but not clever enough- oh! Oh fuck where on earth is that little girl?” He slammed the door shut and began walking away…or so you thought

As soon as you heard a door downstairs creak open, you poked your head out and began sneaking back to your bedroom thinking you had won.

You were suddenly pinned to the ground by his clawed glove “You! You are so gullible…you think I couldn’t smell that throbbing, aching slit? Hahaha oh little one, you fell for the oldest trick in the book! You are a fly in my spider web” he giggled maniacally in pure pleasure, before dragging you back to the bedroom, a thread of drool trailing behind and a sinful, sadistic look in his eye.

@sootrootdoot

@pennywise-fucker

End of part 1🎈

Lemme know what y’all think and I’ll write the next part!!

[neg4tivecre3p]

this old man is taking my head

[slasherstories123]

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

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

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Jason Voorhees

Jason was looking everywhere for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you dad.”

Michael Myers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You took it, now walking home with him.

Pennywise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Art the Clown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lenore-spirit-808]

CW: PENNYWISE X YN, DONT LIKE, KEEP SCROLLING, GOODBYEEE IGNORE ME AND BLOCK ME PLS I DONT WANNA GET CANCELLED

(warning: Pennywise's dialogue might be uncanon from the books because I have not read it fully at the moment, so just consider it a non canon AU)

*cats by the living tombstone starts playing*

HEYYY GUESS WHO FINISHED A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR PRIDE MONTH FOR OUR BIG OL ENTITY??

(I’ve already said it.. but just in case, THIS IS NOT A AGENDERPHOBIC POST, THIS IS A HEADCANNON AND I SUPPORT WITH MY LIFE ANY AGENDER INDIVIDUAL)

Im so proud of this ngl like I can’t believe I actually finished a project 😭 Its been so long since I’ve drawn a comic like these but still im so happy of the results

I don’t know how long time I spent with it tho, But definitely 16+ hours 🏴‍☠️ still, thank you all srs for the love and support you’ve given me, those hearts, those reblogs, THOSE COMMENTS OML YOU GUYS ARE SUCH CHADS I LOVE YOU SM THANK YOU, I love this community as I do again with you guys)

[loliiir]

its about time baby

[imjustagirl247]

Bill P2

Bill responded, his grin never wavering. He leaned over to kiss the tip of your nose, making you giggle. His hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together.The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. You felt the weight of the week ahead lift slightly, replaced by the comfort of his presence. "You know, you're pretty good at making Mondays better," you admitted, nuzzling closer to him.Bill's smile grew as he wrapped his arm around you once more. "Is that so?" He whispered, his voice still playful. "What else can I do to sweeten your day?"You thought for a moment, watching the way the light flickered in his eyes. "I don't know," you said coyly. "But I'm sure you'll think of something."He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your neck. "How about breakfast in bed?" he suggested, his tone hinting at something more than just pancakes and orange juice.You felt your cheeks flush as you pulled away to look at him. "Breakfast in bed, huh?" You raised an eyebrow. "That sounds… tempting."Good," Bill said, his smile gleaming. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Give me twenty minutes," he instructed, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. "I'll whip up something special."

Nothing was going as planned, these days. That was truly dawning on me as the Marquis' guards gripped me harder, forcing me down on my knees in front of him as I glared up at the statuesque man before me. I was well-versed in the rules of the High Table, having grown up in the order. It was only recently that I had taken over the hotel, almost immediately after my father's untimely death. I had suddenly found myself at the center of the operation I had watched from afar my whole life, and had the truth about my father's work unveiled to me during a time when I should've been mourning him. It had been terribly hard, but I had gotten myself together for the sake of the hotel. For the sake of my life, my family, and our legacy.However, nothing had been more important than the debt I owed John Wick. Funnily enough, that was exactly what had gotten me into this situation."You should've known better than to succumb to such foolishness," The Marquis took another step towards me, his eerily green eyes drilling into me with intimidation unlike anything I had ever seen before. "We know your father was weak when it came to Mr. Wick, but you? That you would be helping an excommunicado evade us? That was certainly unexpected from the newly instated owner of The Moscow Continental.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[dollfxcx]

Pennywise in his BigBoi mode (the form he took in the projector scene) and reader 👉👈

Not necessarily smut, write something according to your current mood thank youuu ☺

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED HIS BIGBOI FORM I WAS SO HAPPY TO READ THIS REQUEST!!

TW: none. at least you're allergic to fluff🙌🏻

Word count: (900+)

"Look, I'm taller than you." you say, looking at him from the top of the last rung of the ladder on which you are precariously balanced.

You're trying to hang a picture you received as a gift as upright as possible, but Pennywise is doing everything in his power to make the task tremendously difficult for you, occasionally shaking the ladder forcefully, making you stagger dangerously, or squeezing and scratching your hips with his clawed fingers, action that makes you jump every time, both because they creepily tickle on your bare stomach skin, which appears from under your shirt as it rises when you stick your arms up, and because, in any case, they are still claws, an inappropriate movement could cause them to sink into your flesh and you really don't like the idea. At least not in this situation, in bed it's more than welcomed.

You turn around when you finally manage to hang the picture, putting your hands on your hips and looking down at him. His blue eyes find yours immediately, a smirk on his full red lips makes you realize he's got something up.

"Oh, little Y/n thinks so? What about now?" he questions, you hear his bones crack with a worrying noise, as if they were breaking and reassembling themselves like building blocks, and, after a few moments, he actually seems taller than before.

"I'm still taller than you." you comment, unconsciously backing away against the wall behind your back. Pennywise shakes his head gleefully, the bells on his costume jingling, and again you hear the unusual cracking of bones, this time it doesn't stop at his legs but you feel it coming from his shoulders and chest as well. You blink quickly as you find his eyes level with yours, his sinister smile widening and cutting his face almost in half.

"And now?" he asks again, leaning forward to sink his face against your shoulder, you feel his nose rubbing the skin of your neck, a slight humming rumbles from his chest and spreads, as if by osmosis, throughout your entire body. You don't answer, cradled by that sound that almost sounds like a lullaby, and you actually feel like you're about to fall asleep, so you close your eyes and lean your head against his own. It's just when you feel like you're sinking into dreamland that you feel him press a gloved hand against your face, covering your eyes.

"Penn–?" you try to say, but your voice dies in your throat when, freeing yourself from his grip, you find him in front of you so tall that he almost touches the ceiling. About three meters tall, he stares at you from his new stature, golden eyes fixed on yours, rimmed in red, sharp teeth bared in a wild smile.

"And now?" he asks a third time, the voice coming out of his throat doesn't even sound like his as it's creepily distorted.

"Holy shit." is all you can say, shaking in your knees so much you risk falling off the ladder. Fortunately his huge hand grabs you before this is possible, it supports you with inhuman delicacy while his eyes return to the blue that you like so much. Pennywise sits you on the floor, curling up around you like a lazy cat would in its owner's lap. You lean against his chest, which rises and falls in imitation of human breathing that he doesn't really need, and narrow your eyes.

"You almost made me shit my pants." you snap at him, pretending to be offended and he, in response, wraps himself around you even more tightly, a slight purr envelops you with warmth.

"Needed some fear to nibble on. Got a bit peckish." he explains matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious, he then rests his huge head in your lap so you can run your fingers through his ginger hair, which makes him purr even more. After a few minutes he picks you up again, he can never stay still in the same position for too long, he needs to handle you and move you around as he pleases. He sits you on his lap, you almost sink into the crook of his crossed legs, but his body is so warm and welcoming that you don't particularly mind being totally at his mercy. His huge hands move from your hips up back towards your face, if he wanted he could smash your skull with little to no effort.

Yet he doesn't, his gloved palms caress your cheeks and lightly pat you on the head, as if he can't help but touch you. He is so focused on you and your body and on how fragile and soft you are compared to him that his buck teeth pop out of his lips in a lost and amazed expression, a thin thread of drool stretches from his mouth and rolls gracefully down his chest towards where you are sitting.

"You're drooling all over me." you point out to him, he shakes himself out of his trance but continues undaunted to stroke and pet your head as he observes your reactions, you see him wrinkle his nose at your constant change of emotions, at how your heartbeat increases with every second that passes.

"You like me like this." it's not a question, it's a statement decorated with a smug smile, to which you can't help but roll your eyes. Pennywise leans towards you and sinks his cherry-colored nose into your hair, a soft purr envelops you when, probably satisfied with the scent you're giving off, he gets up from the floor, gently picking you up.

"Should I show you what else I can do in this form?"

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I hope I didn't disappoint >:((

feedbacks always appreciated<33

[candy-coated-raindrops]

SLASHERS/HORROR CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

MICHAEL MYERS

-coming soon!

JASON VOORHEES

-coming soon!

BILLY LOOMIS

-coming soon!

STU MACHER

-coming soon!

BUBBA SAWYER

-coming soon!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

BO SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

LESTER SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

TIFFANY VALENTINE

-coming soon!

BABY FIREFLY

-coming soon!

DOOMHEAD

-coming soon!

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

-coming soon!

DARRY JENNER (Jeepers Creepers)

-coming soon!

ART THE CLOWN

-coming soon!

PENNYWISE

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped on in the process of being worked on.

[knoepfl]

Title: The Fascination of a Freak

Characters:

Pennywise (It)

Reader (Child version)

Trigger Warnings:

Themes of isolation and bullying

Child abuse (emotional neglect)

Death and fascination with harm

Masterlist

Words: 1038

In the small town of Derry, where laughter echoed through the streets like a sweet melody, a little girl walked alone. You were small for your age, with messy dark hair that fell over your forehead, hiding the large birthmark that marred your right cheek. It was shaped like a star—a bright, red reminder of your difference, the reason the other kids called you a freak. They giggled and whispered behind your back, their laughter cutting through the air like knives as they pointed at your face. You tried to ignore them, but every taunt felt like a rock thrown at your heart, and each day, the burden of their ridicule grew heavier.

At home, you were often alone. Your parents were too busy with their own lives to notice the little girl who wandered aimlessly through the halls. You would sit at the kitchen table, staring at your half-eaten lunch while they argued about bills or lost themselves in their phones, completely oblivious to the silence that enveloped you. Their absence carved a hollow space in your heart, a void where warmth and love should have been. You craved connection, but every attempt to reach out was met with dismissal, their eyes glazed over with disinterest.

To escape the pain, you sought solace in the world outside, a place where you could explore your darker curiosities. Nature became your refuge, a sanctuary where you could be free. You found comfort in the insects that inhabited your garden, tiny creatures that didn’t judge you or whisper behind your back. You’d spend hours capturing ants and beetles, fascinated by their little lives and the way they interacted with one another.

But with each tiny life you collected in jars, your fascination with death began to grow. You’d watch them scuttle around, feeling a spark of delight when they became frantic in captivity. You weren’t trying to be cruel; you were merely curious about the fragility of life, about how quickly it could slip away. And in those moments, you felt a strange sense of power—an emotion that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

One rainy evening, as dark clouds rolled in and thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, you found yourself outside again, your mind buzzing with thoughts. The rain soaked your clothes, but you didn’t care. You held a jar filled with ants, watching them crawl helplessly against the glass.

Suddenly, you felt a chill in the air, an unexplainable sensation that sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, startled, and there he was—Pennywise, the Dancing Clown. He emerged from the shadows, a bright splash of color against the muted backdrop of the stormy night. His hair was wild and red, his smile unnaturally wide, and his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through you.

“Hello, little one,” he said, his voice smooth and playful, yet somehow comforting. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

You froze, heart racing, but instead of fear, you felt a curious pull toward him. “I’m… I’m just looking at my bugs,” you stammered, your shyness creeping into your voice. You had never met anyone like him before, someone who seemed to glow with a peculiar energy.

“Bugs, you say? How delightful!” Pennywise knelt beside you, his gaze fixed on the jar in your hands. “You have a fascination with them, don’t you?” His eyes gleamed with something—interest? Amusement? You couldn’t tell.

You nodded slowly, feeling your cheeks flush. “Yeah… I like to watch them. They move so fast, and it’s interesting.”

“Interesting indeed,” he replied, tilting his head. “And what do you do with them once you’ve captured them?”

You hesitated, knowing that your curiosity had dark undertones that others might not understand. “I… I like to see how they move, but sometimes I wonder what happens when they stop.”

Pennywise leaned closer, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh, my dear, death is a fascinating subject. It’s not something to fear; it’s something to understand. Would you like me to tell you about it?”

You felt a strange thrill at the invitation. You had never met anyone who spoke to you like this—someone who didn’t turn away in disgust or fear. “Yes, please,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smile widened, revealing teeth that were sharper than they should have been, but you found comfort in his presence. “Together, we can explore the mysteries of life and death. You are not a freak to me; you’re special, just like me.”

At that moment, you felt a connection—an understanding that ignited a warmth in your chest. He didn’t see your birthmark as a flaw; he saw it as part of who you were. “Really?” you asked, eyes wide with wonder.

“Absolutely!” he exclaimed, eyes sparkling with delight. “You and I are two sides of the same coin. We both see the beauty in darkness, and together, we can unlock the secrets of the universe.”

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but the way he looked at you made your heart race. It was as if he saw the real you—the curious, lonely girl hidden beneath layers of hurt and isolation. “Can I… can I be your friend?” you asked shyly, feeling vulnerable but hopeful.

Pennywise laughed, a rich sound that echoed in the storm. “Of course! I would be honored to be your friend. We can have so much fun together.”

As the rain poured around you, you reached out and grasped his hand, your small fingers wrapping around his. It felt warm and inviting, and you knew in that moment that you had found something you had longed for—a companion who accepted you just as you were.

With him, the world felt different. No longer did you feel like the outcast, the freak. You were simply a girl with a unique curiosity, and Pennywise was the friend who understood.

The storm raged on, but together, you embraced the darkness. For the first time in your life, you didn’t feel alone. You felt powerful, and with Pennywise by your side, you knew that you could explore the shadows without fear, embracing the beauty of life and death together.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! This story delves into themes of isolation and friendship in a dark yet fascinating way. If you enjoyed it, feel free to share your thoughts or let me know what other themes you’d like me to explore!

[alcinaslittlemaid]

My Fandoms at the moment…

This hurt 😭

(MLP is a comfort show for me btw, when the mental health gets too much 😭)

[greenandsorrow]

After at least six months of mostly inactivity, I'm finally finding the joy of writing again!!!

I have to admit I've changed my writing style a little, but that doesn't mean I look down on the older stuff I wrote. I love them and I wouldn't be where I am without them.

By no means is my writing perfect, but I've become a perfectionist in the sense that I revise each paragraph I write way too much and I always push my brain to find the 'more intellectual' synonyms of the words I want to use.

Maybe it's just a phase. Either way, because I'm putting this extra care in my fics (most of the time), my content has become slower. At least it's mindful and very thought-out??? I'll still write lil spontaneous stuff here and there and that's why I want to get back to headcanons and not just stick to lengthy oneshots and multi chap fics.

I have many ideas for all the fandoms I write for and I'll try to finish as many of them as I can before the end of 2024!!!

Before, I didn't have enough time, but neither did I have the hype.

Now I'm very hyped so time will be found!!!

I'm yapping a lot I know 🥺

You can get a sense of what's to come from my queue, BUT I'll make sure to surprise you as well with extra stuff!!!!! 🎄

I hope you are healthy, loved aaaand persistent against any horrors life throws your way🫶

With love, Ophelia 💓

[pennywisesupremacy]

Okay but why does Pennywise have such a large forehead?

Maybe because he is really wise? No, we've seen his head from the inside and it's empty.

Maybe because he likes balloons too much and made a head which is shaped like one? Not really.

Oh, I think I know why. For me to pepper his huge silly ginger head with looots of kisses, I suppose 😇😇

After all, not only his lips look kissable.

[slasherstories123]

Hello! It’s me again😅 and I loved how you did my request! Keep up the good work:) also I’d like to make another one (u don’t have to do it) of the same characters (Jason, Michael, pennywise and art) on how they’d react to their kid dressing up as them for Halloween:) maybe even a little toy weapon too! Again you don’t have to do this:)

Jason, Michael, Pennywise, and Art the clown’s reactions to x kid! Reader dressing up as them

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Jason voorhees

This man is confused, Jason has big clothes so compared to you, his clothes are dragging you everywhere. When he looked for his mask he saw you with it along with his machete.

He immediately got worried and took away his machete, waving his finger in front of you to tell you no.

He took back his mask too, putting it back on his face. The idea of it being a mini version if him was adorable, but you aren't taking part in the killings he do.

“Aw come on dad! I wanna look like you!”

You could see him take a deep breath, helping his clothes fit you so you won't fall or trip.

He’d find a safer thing for you to hold instead of a machete and a spare mask he had. By the time he was done, he took a look at you, you didn't exactly look like him, but he was proud at the thought of you being a mini version of him.

Jason will teach you how to set up some of his traps after constant begging, but that, he won't let you take part in anything else he does. If trespassers walk by with candy he’s stealing it for you

Michael Myers

All you’ll get is a head tilt out of him.

But behind the mask, he’s Intrigued by your wants to dress like him.

He’s a proud dad. But he’ll take away the sharp knife you have, simply putting it over your head so you can’t reach. He’ll look down at you struggling to take it back

“Dad come on give it back!”

He shook his head and out the knife up in a area you can’t reach. Michael is all in for sharp objects or anything that’ll cause destruction but you shouldn’t do it

The closest thing he gave you was a wooden spoon. It’s not a strong weapon but it can kinda cause harm. “Really dad?”

Michael nodded his head at you, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder, then giving you a bag, it was Halloween after all, might as well get you some candy

Pennywise

Pennywise finds it cool. But also tends to forget that you aren’t like him, you can’t and will never eat people, you’re not a cannibal.

He finds it adorable though, you trying to open your mouth wide like how he does, but it dosen’t work since he can unhinge his jaw in order for the deadlights to show

He gives you lots of balloons, and you’ll laugh every-time he gets into character on catching someone, you may be a child but your fear dosen’t affect him somehow. Instead, your fear makes him protective.

Pennywise one day saw you put on make up so you can look like him, if your make up starts to chip or starts melting he’d help you put it back on, he isn’t good at it but he’s trying. He wants you to scare kids.

Pennwyise will Watch from afar when you get candy, sure he can shape shift into a regular human but he wants to test you, and by the time you come back, he picks you up in a hug while laughing

“Good job mini me!”

Art the clown

The happiest man on earth.

When he first saw you, he couldn’t stop jumping up and down in excitement. Art can be ruthless, but he’ll NEVER let you touch his trash bag.

The trash bag is a no no, each time you try to touch it he’ll lightly hit your hand while waving his finger in your face

But he’ll find fake ones or will find more friendlier weapons to put in your own trash bag.

He did your make up himself. He’s good at it too. Sometimes he’s rough with it since he dosen’t know his own strength

He’ll have a proud look once you put the trash hab behind your back and follow him through the neighborhood for candy.

If any kids make fun of you you’ll scare them, Art is proud of you for that. By the time halloween ends your bag is full of candy, you and art take the time to sort through the candies that you’ll like and don’t like, the I es he don’t like, he’ll keep.