Who knew the reader would spend a whole night with Pennywise willingly and almost completely comfortably? But morning has approached and as her friend returns home, the clown reminds the reader of It's desires that still burn 10 years strong and now sensations from all those years ago come crashing down around her and she fears she may be fighting a losing battle.
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At some point during the rather strange evening with Pennywise, you had drifted off to sleep curled up on the sofa with your head on the clown's lap, much to his surprise and dismay. Now he had no idea what to do, not that he ever truly did for the whole evening spent with you. For a long time he sat with his arms rigidly held in the air away from your sleeping form and it was only when your uniquely desirable scent of fear drifted into his nostrils that he moved.
At first he clenched his jaw as he felt saliva begin to collect in his mouth and the sharpness of his teeth cut into the flesh inside his cheeks, he didn't want to feast on you, but there was definitely something he wanted. Ever since he had woken up too early he had been wanting something but never knowing what it was and that feeling frustrated him to no end. For now he cautiously settled for placing one hand on your back and the other on your head as he tried to think of anything that humans did to c-c-comfort each other. And sure enough, the scent of fear slowly faded from the air but the clown did not feel anger this time around, only content.
Pennywise's brain began to process everything whilst he let you dream peacefully, thinking of reasons why he felt like this. Only hours before did you prompt him to try one of those stupid little things that apparently all humans enjoyed; a cookie he recalled. And of course it was disgusting because all human food was but this was what bothered him. You'd laughed at his expression of distaste when he spat out the cookie, and yet he didn't feel like ripping you to pieces as anyone else who laughed at him would succumb to. Instead, warmth filled him in his hollow chest, just as it did now as he watched you dream with his strange eyes.
Then you shifted in your sleep.
Surely, it wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the fact that you were laying your head on the clown's lap. But now you were turned towards him with your face dangerously close to his crotch, your little breaths fanning over him and causing something deep within the depths of this vessel he held to stir. It had all come back to him now; your scent, not fear; arousal, your touch, how your body felt, your taste.
Pennywise felt his teeth rip through the flesh of his cheeks and blood begin to seep out and upwards into the air but he paid little to no attention to it. You were on his mind. He began to grin in the darkness of the room, and he only barely held back the manic giggle broiling in his chest. Oh yes, he knew what he wanted now.
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It was the tapping of fingers on your shoulder that woke you, and slowly you came to your senses. One blink, then two. Then another. Hang on...
Swiftly, you shot up from your position on the sofa and your head turned rapidly from left to right in the room until they settled on the only other figure in the room.(Mf/n).
The young man chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Are you alright?" he asked gently. You nodded but your brows remained furrowed in your confusion.
"Wh....what time is it? Shouldn't you be with..." your voice trailed off as you sluggishly waved your finger at your amused friend whilst the name you were looking for stayed hidden in the depths of your mind. This time, (mf/n) laughed out loud.
"Oh my goodness! You mean Steve! Yeah I stayed over last night but I had to come home so I could freshen up for work. Its 10:30 in the morning right now."
Finally, your eyes were able to widen and widen they certainly did. It had been a while since you had slept until such a time, not that to anyone else it would be impressive, but for you this was unusual. Usually, you were awake by 5am as the horrors of your night disturbed you to sleeplessness so for you to have slept in for so long was a rare occurrence. But before your mind could wander (mf/n) spoke.
"Well I'm gonna head up and take a shower and change into my uniform. You take your time, sleepyhead!" he teased and off he went and disappeared from sight as he walked away from you.
For a moment you simply stayed where you were, but then your tummy rumbled, and you slowly came to stand up from the couch, stumbling slightly as your muscles ached from sleeping on a smaller surface area than your bed. Now your thoughts were able to process themselves. For instance, where did Pennywise go? You remembered he was still there even when you were drifting off to sleep, his tall frame appearing lankier than ever as he stiffly sat with you and begrudgingly ate the cookie you waved into his face. It was certainly a hilarious turn of events when he spat it out and a squeaky growl followed but he hadn't lashed out, only sulked with his arms folded across his chest and his face smooshing itself in his large, ruffled collar. You wish you'd taken a picture for later.
The bowl of cereal didn't last for very long after being prepared, and now you were content and almost refreshed for the new day. Now all that was left was a shower and change into a different set of clothes.
Weren't you lucky that (mf/n) was already thumping down the stairs freshly showered and dressed for work? You walked through the rooms of the house to the foyer.
"Do you think you'll have a second date, huh?" you asked as (mf/n) hopped around putting on one of his shoes. He paused briefly and you noticed his cheeks had begun to turn pink.
"That's a yes then. It's good, you need this."
He finally finished struggling with putting his shoes on and turned to you, his face serious.
"You need someone too. Someone away from this town. Settle down somewhere that you'll never ever need to return here for." he said and you dropped your gaze, shifting from one foot to another.
"I've tried, I really have. But for some reason I would just lose interest and end up single once again."
(Mf/n) gazed down at you with conflict evident in his eyes. But then they flicked down to your neck and narrowed until they were mere slits.
"Why are you still wearing that thing? Take it off." he muttered. You blinked and your hand automatically came to touch the bell choker around your neck.
"It's all part of my plan to end the curse on this town, I promise."
But this time he didn't believe you. His hands came to grasp the string and pull it away from you,but you resisted.
"Hey! get off!" You snapped at him. He bared his teeth.
"You're lying to me! It's that damned clown, isn't it?! He makes you wear it!"
You growled and pulled away.
"No he does not! I'm wearing it to entice him and then when I get the chance I'll end his reign over this town!"
But as you screamed at each other, the choker came loose and into your friend's grasp and with a triumphant yell, he stepped away from you to hold up the string and bell, even as you pleaded.
"Give it back right now!" You cried.
"No! Wearing this only proves how much you are under that clown's spell!" (mf/n) shot back. You shook your head, not wanting to believe the words coming from his mouth.
"You don't understand. You never do, none of you ever did!" You screeched. This caused an uncomfortable silence to drift through the house and now the man before you stared wide-eyed at you still holding the choker. His lower lip jutted outwards and his head turned away for a moment.
"Fucking hell... You really shouldn't have come back, (y/n), not because I don't want to see you but because this place will not bring you anything but pain and ruin. This is why I have to take it." he said quietly. Your eyes were already stinging by this point and you knew tears would follow. But you held them back, not wanting anyone to see you cry. Not wanting them to see your weakened state. You said nothing more, and the tell-tale sound of the front door opening and closing left you dejected and a heavy loneliness to settle deep within you.
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The water cascaded down your body soothingly and washed away the coldness you had begun to feel. You had your head bowed and your now sopping wet hair hung down over your eyes and mixed your salty tears with the shower streams until they disappeared down the drain. Your decided that you were meant to be alone, no friendships or relationships. Everyone turned away from you in the end. (Mf/n) was right, that fucking clown had some sort of spell over you that made people hate you over time. It had gotten your best friend killed 10 years ago, and now you suspected your only friend left was at risk too. All because you decided to join in a stupid game of truth or dare all those years before. Your life certainly wasn't a game anymore, it was hell. You had no idea how you were meant to stop Pennywise, or maybe you didn't want to think about it. A bargain. Your life for everyone else's. You didn't know what held you back, not just the fear, but of not knowing what would happen to you. Pennywise was unpredictable, dangerous. He may have been acting all calm and dare you say adorable, but it was surely just an act to gain your trust and then he would strike out, destroy you in a way you knew would be worse than being eaten.
With a bitterness inside your soul, you switched the water off and exited the shower room with your towel around you but tucked under the armpit to give free movement of your arms. As you entered the room you were using you grimaced as you realised you hadn't already taken some clothes out to wear that day. You turned to the closet with a sigh and, using both hands, pulled the doors open. It wouldn't have been the true Derry experience for you if nothing happened in that moment, but you were "lucky" for you were tackled almost instantly and forcefully pushed backwards to the bed with a wide-eyed cry and now as you lay spread-eagled on the covers, the towel dangerously close to sliding away from your naked body, the very being you'd just been thinking about straddled you, his eyes a blazing yellow with a red ring around each iris and despite the manic grin stretched across his face he breathed heavily whilst a rumble bubbled in his throat.
"Forget about me, did you?" he hissed. You couldn't think of what to say.
"Sh-s-shhhh.... You're not usually this speechless... I wonder what changed." Pennywise mockingly posed as though he was thinking and then he straightened out with his finger pointing. "A-ha! You realise I know exactly what you said to your little f-f-friend..."
You could only stare as he leaned down closely to your trembling body until his lips brushed against your ear seductively.
"But you know you'll never stop me. And there's one more thing," he pulled away, only to pull your hips towards his as though he was to perform missionary on you despite his pantaloons still intact, and then he growled as he bent down until inches away from your face. "You know who you belong to, bell or no bell. My pretty, little girl. Although, I do prefer the bell on you, it only spurs me on even more."
He giggled sharply and within a blink he was gone, but a familiar feeling around your neck kept your paralysed in the compromising position you were in; a bell attached to a piece of string tied as a choker around your neck. You knew what he wanted, and you knew he would get it. Whether you wanted to or not you were playing the game again, and there was no way you could win.
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