#pennywise x reader fluff

[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!!

[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

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @mehidktbh @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @mrs-heelshire @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @emychan @charliedawn @sleepypersonblog @slasherscrybaby @anim3l0v3r @kawaistrawberry21 @l0sercat

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

[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

[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 danced 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 eyes 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.

[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

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!

[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.

[beetlesstuff]

Lately i've been considering becoming multifandom

See, there's almost 300 of you beautiful people who followed me for my Beetlejuice content. And rather than make a separate blog for each fandom i have, i feel it'd be easier to make the blog multifandom, and make a masterlist so y'all can see my fandoms in order, starting with Beetlejuice. after all, that's how it started for us, isn't it? i see you all as one big family of friends. It started with beetlejuice, and if the time comes for me one day, it might end with him too. but Beetlejuice (all variations) isn't even my most obsessed fandom, not even close- i made this blog to write what i wanted to see fanfic wise while i was going through a HORRIBLE breakup. and you all made it so, so worth it. the following list is going to be the fandoms i'll be expanding to in terms of fluff and smut, while keeping beetlejuice at the top for you all, i won't stop writing beetlejuice, if anything this will bring me more writing inspiration FOR the fandom! just so i have more writing freedom and get more ideas while i write other fanfics. so without further ado... list under the line! --------------------------------------------------------------- -Beetlejuice (all variations) -Hellboy (classic movies) -Undertale (classic and underfell) -Cod (surprisingly the cod games are a guilty pleasure of mine) -FNAF (mostly security breach because i love jesters) -IT (1990s and 2017-19 variations. daddywise my beloved) -Creepypasta (yes i admit it, i was a creepypasta kid) -My own novels (i'm allowed they're mine lol) -Original horror smut (ghosts, demons) -(A secret slowburn fic...) -Scream (i have a mask kink) -Halloween (mask kink go brr) ----------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoy the fics i'm currently working on. I love you all so much, thank you for your endless support during this overhaul and masterlist catchup. I hope to receive some nsfw asks about the fandoms i've listed. thank you, stay moldy. - Beetlesstuff

[alcinaslittlemaid]

My Fandoms at the moment…

This hurt 😭

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

[ppawmkinz]

IM STILL HERE I DIDNT FORGET ABT MY BOOKIE BAE💀💀

[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

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @mehidktbh @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @mrs-heelshire @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @emychan @charliedawn @sleepypersonblog @slasherscrybaby @anim3l0v3r @kawaistrawberry21 @l0sercat

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.

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IT: Victor Criss x reader - Reunited

Summary: Pennywise kills the reader and she turns into a ghost and cry’s about her boyfriend. But after Henry kills Victor and belch, the couple meet again.

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As I sat in my abandoned room, I cried. I missed my Victor. I missed hugging him and kissing him. I missed being with him and joking around. I missed making love to him and I missed his sweet sweet after care.

I missed my friends, my parents and even some of the losers. I missed Henry and his stupid sarcasm that always used to piss me off. I missed belch and his rock music and his car. And I’ve missed Patrick since he went missing. It wasn’t the same without him with us. I missed his jokes and his crazy personality

I wanted to go home. But I was home. I was just dead.

Pennywise killed me. He led me into some type of cliff and the last thing I remember is falling down the Cliff and dying from impact. When I woke up, I thought it was all a bad dream. So I left my house to try and find my friends. But when I finally found them, they ignored me. They didn’t ignore me they just couldn’t see me, because I was dead. I’m a ghost now. I can pick things up and move things, but I can’t interact with anyone.

And it hurts. I just want to see my Victor one last time. I never got to say goodbye to him. He and belch dropped me off at home that night and they never saw me again. I feel so bad. Victor is so worried about me and I know he’s scared.

My parents haven’t come into my room since I died. Everyone knows that I’m missing, but they don’t know I’m dead. They never found my body. My parents have half the damn town looking everywhere for me. They are hardly even in the house anymore. They spend the whole day looking for me.

I have been curled up in a ball for three weeks now. That’s how long I’ve been dead. I just lay there and cry and wonder what everyone is thinking.

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Currently I was laying on my floor again. Just thinking. I heard commotion coming from downstairs and I started to get scared. What if Pennywise is back? What do I do?

I carefully stood up and walked out of my room quietly. I heard panting and saw familiar blonde hair. Victor?

“Y/n! Oh y/n are you here?” He yelled while frantically looking around my house. I walked down my stairs and came face to face with my boyfriend. He was wearing his sleeveless tank shirt and his usual jeans. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He jumped to me and engulfed me in the tightest hug I’ve ever had. I hugged him back just as tight.

We held each other and sobbed.

“Oh y/n I missed you so much.” He cried as he cradled my head and pet my hair. I peppered kisses on his collar bone and buried my head into his neck.

“Victor.” I said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes baby?” He replied as he pulled back a little to look at my face. He cupped my cheek with his right hand and ran his thumb over my lips and cheek. His left hand still held me.

“Victor I’m dead.” I told him. He winced and nodded his head and kissed my lips passionately.

“I am too y/n. I’m so sorry wasn’t there to save you. I missed you so much I was going crazy.” He whispered to me as he leaned his forehead against mine.

We stood in each others embrace for a few more minutes until we both went up to my room and laid on my bed. We were cuddled up to each other, me curled into his side with my head on his chest and his arm hugging my body to his.

“How did you die Vic?” I asked him. He smiled lightly at my use of his old and lovable nickname.

“Henry. The asshole killed me. He’s fucking crazy y/n. I’m really glad you weren’t there to see how fucked up he got.” Victor told me. I frowned at the mention of my friend.

“What did he do to you?” I asked again. He sighed and turned his head to look at me.

“He slashed my throat. He killed belch too. It’s just him now.” He said then kissed my lips and leaned back again.

“What happened to you y/n? You were with us one day and gone the next. I was so scared. Who did this to you?” He asked me now.

“The same guy that killed Patrick. That evil fucking thing.” I said. I burrowed myself deeper into victors chest and inhaled his scent that I’ve missed.

“Patrick’s dead?”

“Yes. That’s why they are still looking for both of us. They never found our bodies Vic.” I explained to him.

“I’ve been dead for three weeks. Three horrible weeks.” I continued.

Victor squeezed my body and laid his head on top of mine.

“I love you y/n. Oh god I love you so much.” He said.

“I love you too Victor.”

We looked towards each other and we both sat up. We drifted into each other and soon we were kissing and undressing each other.

He touched me so sweetly and lovingly, like this was the last time he would ever see me. He entered into me and our bodies moved fluidly with one another. He kissed my lip and held his hands on my waist while he pumped into my body. I gasped as he pushed deeper into me, his hands coming up to stroke my sweaty face.

“Vic harder please.” I moaned and bucked my hips to meet him halfway. He did as told and he started to thrust harder into me. My legs now shaking and sweat from victors body dripping onto mine.

He came into me and when he pulled out I came as well. He cleaned me up and laid beside me on my bed. We turned to lay on our sides facing each other. He stroked my face and kissed me lovingly and longingly. We were both panting and sweaty.

“I love you.” He whispered and moved his body closer to mine. We were pressed against each other and this was the safest I’ve felt in three weeks.

“I love you too Victor.” I replied with a smile.

“Will we be with each other forever now?” He asked as his eyes started to droop.

“I think so. We can be with each other for eternity. Victor we can’t be hurt. We are together now.” I said as I draped my arm across his waist. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my head.

“I’m glad.”

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