(Looking at Hallowise WIPs in drafts) ah shit, here we go again. Have some food for thought while I work on ‘em.
Dick getting so frustrated with Pennywise doing Weird Shit instead of sleeping that he decides to try and fuck it to wear it out. For the good of humanity or something, he doesn’t know. It’s just an excuse, anyway. Dick’s confident he can do it, how hard can it be?
It is easily swayed into submission once it realizes what the man wants, curious to see exactly where this goes. Dick is surprised at both his own stamina and the clown’s willingness to do most of the work. Pennywise seems to be much more interested in his shine than anything else, too caught up in the opportunity to connect with it to realize it’s walked into a trap. Guided by Dick’s hands, his voice, and that pretty little light, Pennywise is pushed through one orgasm after another until Dick can’t take it anymore. Humans have limits, after all.
Huge success, if it works. Maybe Pennywise does eventually get tired, curling up against Hallorann and taking It’s rest there instead of its usual spot below Neibolt. Briefly waking every now and then to pester him. (I’ve actually cracked myself up writing this imagining It waking up, walking into whatever room Hallorann is in, and then going “oh btw I’m pregnant, and I may have done the same to you. Goodnight” and then vanishing again while Dick just stands there flabbergasted)
Or maybe It doesn’t. Dick is having the time of his life listening to the ‘Eater of Worlds’ whine and growl until he realizes that Pennywise isn’t getting tired. No matter how many orgasms it’s pushed through, what position he guides it into, or how he tries to tire it out, it remains energetic. The realization that this has backfired occurs to Dick at the same time that Pennywise sinks back down onto him again, demanding more from him until he’s tapping out.
I put pennywise in tomodachi life for the sole purpose of getting a taste of the clussy and now that mf tells me it’s in love with Hannibal Lecter, I’m gonna throw up.
Synopsis: This is chapter one of The Winner Takes It All, a slow-burn (ish) fic about Bob Gray falling in love with his daughter’s tutor (you!). It’s also about you, a celestial being pretending to be human, falling in love with Bob Gray. I’m kidding. It’s about having gay sex. (Eventually). Other authors notes are at the end
Warnings: Descriptions of (mild) gore, not a warning but this one is heavy on the domesticity
Word Count: ~5.2k
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You were born a beast, you think. Falling from whatever you were born from to wherever you would land, blind. Here there were things much older than you, swimming above and around you, soaring through space like they were weightless. You fell for a long, long time, until you hit the floor of reality- sunk into the sea. You didn’t float, but hit the ocean floor and stuck. For a moment you thought you might continue to sink right through and fall beneath. But you didn’t, and you thrashed until your teeth and claws were free and then, then you could see the whole of it. Above you, at least a dozen creatures moved in absolute silence, all of them too busy to notice you or the hole you’d left in reality as you jumped up to see them.
By the time you’d reached them, you realized how much bigger they were than you. The tiny creatures you could see in the distance were huge now, all of them only visible by the highlights of cosmic dust they carried. You could not fly like them, could not soar and swim and dance. If it was because you hadn’t learned how to yet or simply because you could not, you didn’t know. But you knew that the closer you got to them, the closer you also got to the light. Warm, kind, and gentle. Every time you jumped you could feel it, but try as you might to find its source, you could not see it.
Landing on the turtle was pure chance- an accident- but it did not seem to mind. It carried the star fields on its back, stretching ever-onward into the distance. The turtle was gigantic, and it was small, all at once. You walked the universe, watched the little galaxies shift and dance with one another. Curious, you laid your body down, rested your head near one and watched them swirl, watched the creatures on these tiny planets move and experience their lives. Somewhere in the distance, deep, deep inside of your being, you knew.
You needed to know more- to experience it all. What was foreign to you now need not be forever. You could be them, be one of those little creatures with a finite little life. That would bring you satisfaction- you felt the pull. Experience everything- every little planet these fields had to offer held new sights, smells, sounds. You would see them all- or would have seen them all, if the first one you visited wasn’t so beautiful.
Northern Pennsylvania is not, and never will be, your favorite place to spend a month in the summer. You push through the humidity solely because of your job, who is sitting a few feet from you, reading aloud from the book in her lap while you follow along in a copy of your own. Dark haired and tall for her age, Ingrid Gray will be seven this year, and you can’t be more satisfied with how she’s coming along in her schoolwork. You’ve only been working with her for a year and already she’s exceeded your expectations. Or rather, what you felt your expectations should be, what the expectations of the teacher you’d eaten had, for kids of her age.
When her parents had come to you, they’d known it was a long shot. Not many people were willing to abandon their lives and travel with the circus to teach a performer’s child- especially not for what they could afford. You were skeptical of course, they were asking for a little more than tutoring, and childcare was still very much seen as a woman’s world. But you knew that where there was one family in need of a teacher, there were likely more. The Gray’s were persuasive, and you were more inclined to travel than stay in the little town you’d woken up in. So you went, and the three of you quickly became close.
All humans were interesting, sure, but they had so many stories to tell, so many things to talk about. It fed your hunger for knowledge like nothing else. They’d often invite you to eat with them just so you’d have an excuse to trade stories into the early hours of the morning. It was clear to you why they had such an impact as performers- their storytelling abilities were fantastic. They were magnetic, expressive, knew how to bend a story to make it attractive, but never unbelievable.
In the year you’d been teaching Ingrid and traveling with them you never fought over her education, they were always satisfied with what you were teaching her and how. Unlike most parents, who you’d come to learn didn’t care for their daughters learning “difficult” things like science, the Gray’s wanted Ingrid to learn as much as you could teach her.
The closest thing you’d come to a fight with Bob (up to that point, anyway) came two weeks after Mrs. Gray’s passing. He’d come to you in the afternoon when Ingrid was off playing nearby, told you he planned on leaving for a smaller, much more regional traveling carnival. A risk, you both knew. You watched the way his shoulders tensed up when he went to tell you, watched him wait, jaw tight, for the ridicule. Traveling carnivals could be dangerous, always moving, always changing. At least with the circus you stayed in big cities for a month or so at a time, there was some sense of stability. The carnival moved once every two weeks or so through rural, tiny towns. But when all you did was nod, he’d insisted you return home, settle down, find a life suitable for a young bachelor.
“As if teaching while traveling with the circus- or the carnival- isn't exactly something a young bachelor might be found doing? Don’t be ridiculous Bob, you’ve got a young girl to raise, now you expect to do it alone on the road?” You weren’t stupid, you knew the danger.
“I can’t pay you,” He’d replied after a long pause, a last ditch effort to change your mind. You’d just shrugged.
“It’ll be the same situation there as it is here. Another family will need help with their child. Someone will get tired of being screwed out of their contract because they can’t read well enough to tell the difference between a good deal and a bad one. Ingrid deserves an education, you deserve help- and frankly, you and I both know no woman in her right mind is going to drop everything she knows to marry a devastated widower and care for his child,” You’d regretted saying that last bit the moment it left your mouth. True as it was, it didn’t need to be said, and he looked away when you did. Bob was silent for a minute, and for a while you worried you’d gone too far. Then he’d sighed, muttered an annoyed “fine”, and walked away to go see what Ingrid was doing.
The two of you held a good balance, you watched and taught Ingrid during the day, the only exception being Bob’s shows, which you helped run until Ingrid was old enough to do it herself; and Bob got to work on his solo act, something he hadn’t had to think about in a very, very long time.
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The chiming of the town’s clock tower brought you out of your thoughts and you reached into your pocket to check the time. Five past four, Ingrid would be home late if you let her read any longer.
“Alright Miss Gray, that’s all we have time for today I’m afraid,” You said after she finished her sentence, standing and closing your copy. You held your hand out to her and she took it as she stood, sighing dramatically and reluctantly handing the book to you.
“We were just getting to the good part, can’t I read while we walk? I want to know what happens next!” She half pouted as you started to walk her back to Bob’s trailer.
“Oh don’t tell me that Ingrid, it almost sounds like you like reading. Didn’t you tell me earlier today it was your least favorite?” You teased, and she smiled, and it stayed with the two of you until she ran up the steps to Bob’s trailer, already telling her father about the scarecrow, the lion, and the tin woodman. You waved at Bob through the mirror on his desk where he was wiping off his makeup, and he waved back.
“You’re late today,” Bob commented, more to himself than to you or Ingrid.
“The book was a little more challenging than usual to put down today,” You explained, raising the books in your hand so he could see them. He laughed at that, dry and quiet as he turned to face you, and it made both you and Ingrid smile.
“Better than you two sneakin’ off to the shooting gallery again,” Bob put his makeup covered cloth down, smiling at you as you tried not to cringe. It was one time, now it’s going to haunt me forever, great. Ingrid was already buried in another book, one she could read on her own, deaf to the world around her as she sat on Bob’s bed.
“Heard the Mason boy is sick- wasn’t with his father today,” He said quietly. Fantastic.
“Either that or he’s finally run away,” You responded, checking your pocket watch. “Let me hear it from his mother before I get too excited.” You stepped off the trailer stairs, waving again as you started to walk away, only to stop a second later as he called to you.
“If you’re off, join us for dinner?” He asked, and you were grateful he couldn’t see your face as your brain stuttered to form a response.
“I- uh I would love to!” You replied in a cadence that was far from natural. If he didn’t know he’d caught you off guard before, he certainly knew now. It wasn’t unusual for you to eat with them, you were friends and neighbors, but it’d been a couple months since you had.
Maybe, just maybe, Bob had a good day today.
You’d beat yourself up for the way you responded the whole walk to the Mason’s trailer, only a few rows down from Bob’s, and then you’d beat yourself up for beating yourself up. Yes it sounded stupid, no you shouldn’t chastise yourself for it, yes you were going to do it anyway, yes you hoped the boy was sick so you had a better chance at redemption. Not that you had anything against him- the kid was nice enough, a few years older than Ingrid but with little time for school. They were essentially in the same grade. Their trailers were on the opposite end of the living area from yours, where the barkers and game runners lived. Mostly single men, not quite fit for family life, but it was the crowd that his father was used to, and his mother put up with. She sat outside waiting for you, head down as she worked on mending something in her lap. You liked her for her straightforwardness, always up front with you, never bothered with flowery language or metaphors you didn’t get.
“He’s got something nasty, won’t be out of bed until after Sunday, I’m sure of it,” She called to you, not lifting her gaze off of the work in front of her as she held out an envelope. “This is yours.”
“Nothing too awful, I hope?” You asked, taking it from her and folding it into your jacket pocket. She shook her head and you nodded, even if she couldn’t see it. “I’ll see him Monday then,” You told her, walking away as she hummed in agreement.
Part of you was disappointed to see that the fire was already going strong in the pit between your trailer and Bob’s. You laughed at yourself for wanting to play with fire, childish. One of the many things you two agreed on was campfire food. Good for the spirit, healthier than anything anyone else around you sold, and relatively cheap. Nearly the first stop everyone made when the carnival hit town was the general store. You’d gone this morning to grab food for your last week in town and some other little things. Ingrid- like most children- learned better when bribery was involved. Most of the time getting free reading time at the end of your day together was enough, but sometimes candied fruit slices at the end of the week helped to keep her excited about the lessons to come.
Ingrid was the most excited when the three of you ate together, because more often than not, you’d let her help cook. She was good enough with a knife now that Bob would let her cut the vegetables with him while you took care of the meat; and good enough at keeping her dress away from the fire that she was allowed to stir the food while it cooked. A simple stew was good for a night like this- easy for you and Bob, fun for Ingrid. She did most of the talking, and you and Bob let her. She talked about her books, all the things she’d done and seen that day- the gossip she’d picked up on.
“That boy was back at your show today papa, with a different girl again! Third day in a row,” She told Bob, and the two of you laughed.
“You think they’ll catch on?” You asked him.
“If they do, hopefully it’s far from the stage. A teenage betrayal like that might be entertaining enough for me to stop the show just to watch,” He joked.
Ingrid would talk and talk until her dinner was gone, and then move on to speculating about what might happen next in her books while she helped you with the dishes. By the time you and Bob had moved buckets of water next to the fire to heat up, she was telling stories; and by the time they were warm, she was leaning against Bob, falling asleep as she finally asked about his day. That, you thought, was when he looked happiest- sitting by the fire at the end of the day, arm around his daughter as she fell asleep against him.
You would separate then, Bob would move a sleepy Ingrid into the trailer to get ready for bed, and you’d do the same; walking the hundred feet or so to your trailer with a warm water bucket in hand. The time to yourself was welcome, yes- you loved teaching and exploring and learning, but this world could be so overwhelming. It’d only been two years since you’d woken up and the learning curve for being human was steep and ever changing. You dragged the metal basin out from under your bed after locking the door, undressing to just your undershirt. The warm water was always kind, the soap smelled nice, and you had all the time in the world here.
You wondered about the scars on your legs and stomach as you ran the washcloth over them. Unfortunate, that you did not get to meet the original owner of this body before you inhabited it. There were many old scars and marks on it that you would have loved to know the origin of, the stories they told. The only wound you didn’t need an explanation for was the one on your chest. The gaping hole in your flesh that exposed your ribs, singed at the edges, running nearly the entire length from your collarbones to the bottom of your ribcage. It stretched across your chest, gave your ribs enough room to pull away from your sternum and stretch out like chitinous fingers, reaching out to prey when you ate. That, you had figured out fairly quickly, was unique to you alone.
You pulled off your undershirt, examining the wound carefully. It looked exactly the same as it did yesterday, and the day before, never healing but never getting bigger. Even after all this time it still looked fresh, but did not bleed, and as you ran the washcloth over your chest carefully, you braced for pain you knew would not come. It was difficult enough that humanity was foreign to you, this did not make things any easier. A gaping hole in your chest big enough you could spread your fingers out and hold a hand over and it still wouldn’t be big enough to cover it. Sure, very human, very normal, not at all odd.
No matter how long you took to bathe, no matter how long it took you to change and throw the water out, to sit and wonder if you should prepare for tomorrow's lessons now or later- the fire was still waiting for you when you stepped outside. More often than not, Bob was waiting for you too, nursing a drink that he sometimes looked like he was enjoying. You grabbed the last item you’d bought at the store before you stepped out, stuffing it in your shirt pocket before you walked back to the fire. He was lost in thought as you sat down near him, staring off into the flames.
“Got you something from the store this morning,” You said, reaching into your shirt pocket and handing him the pack of cigarettes. He smiled as he looked at the label.
“Do you always look for the ones with the strangest packaging?” Bob asked, laughing softly as he turned it over in his hands.
“Only when they don’t carry the ones you like,” You replied, watching him use the flames to light one.
“I think it’s funny, the things she notices. I didn’t think she’d caught on to the scheme that boy’s got going. She’s right about it being the third day in a row, I wonder how much longer he’s got,” He said softly.
“You think he’ll be back tomorrow?” You asked, trying not to stare. Bob looked…handsome, in this light. The way the fire cast shadows across his face made him look as tired as you knew he was, but he still looked good. It caught you off guard, thinking like that- you’d never seen him as attractive before, handsome yes, as a fact. But attractive to you? No. Maybe someone you’d eaten changed the way you felt? Or maybe you were just hungry.
“If he is, I’m picking on him during the show. Speaking of, I wanna show you somethin’,” Bob stood, walking into the dark toward the stage, and you followed. He’d been saying for days now that he might have something new for the show, something different, but wouldn’t tell you, not yet. As you followed, you couldn’t help but notice the way your heart started beating a little faster with every step further into the dark you took. Further from the well-lit side of the carnival, further from the people, further from safety. Did he know it’d been almost a month since the last time you’d eaten? How could he? How could he know that he was putting himself in danger, walking willingly away from safety with a thing like you? It was a thought you could not banish as you climbed up onto the stage after him, nor could you bring yourself to act on.
Bob had set aside something near the back of the stage, a spool of wire, two stepladders, and a little brown suitcase. Most of the elements of the show were set up like this, a careful web of wire and rope strung through pulleys and guide channels above your heads.
“You should have told me you needed help earlier, we could have done this in the daylight,” You said, rolling up your sleeves and flinching a bit as bright light from the lamp you hadn’t realized he was lighting hit your eyes.
“I didn’t want Ingrid to see it, I’m still not sure how she’ll react,” He told you, stepping past you and setting the small suitcase on the top of one of the ladders so he could open it. Even in the low light, even after nearly six months of being away from it- from her- you still recognized the smell immediately as he opened the case.
“I see,” Was all you could manage as he pulled his wife’s costume out, holding it up gently, just high enough for you to see; before he set it back down and moved it aside. The two of you got to work then, no words needed as you strung the wire up through the ceiling, through the pulleys and notches, down to the lever in the back of the stage where you controlled his show from. Where Ingrid would control it from, when she was old enough. You watched him fasten her costume to the other end, reverent in the way he handled it.
“Just keep the tension,” Bob called to you, snuffing out the lantern.
Then, you watched through the gaps in the wooden walls and curtains as Bob Gray danced with his wife again.
You kept your hand on the lever to keep her from dipping too low as he moved closer and further across the stage, eyes closed. He cycled through different dances, trying to find one that fit right, trying to find the right memory to recreate.
The two of them would often dance after Ingrid went to bed, music or not. Some days, you would wake up with a tune in your head that you just couldn’t shake, and you would play it for them; either on a piano if you could find one, or the guitar that had come into your possession at some point, and they would dance.
Half an hour later, Bob had found the right steps and movements, and laid the costume down gently. The two of you moved the ladders and extra wire into the back of the stage, and that awful hunger struck again. Close quarters always made it worse, and the only thing you could smell in that tight space behind the stage was rum and Bob’s cologne, his blood.
It would be a brilliant, strategic move for you to eat him, you knew it. Alone in the dark, far from the crowds, just the two of you. His Pennywise act made for the perfect lure, big crowds, easy for people to go missing- you’d never have to worry about being hungry again. You could travel the world and see it all, take in all the knowledge you could get. His daughter already trusted you, you knew his act, his demeanor, the teacher could run away in the night and-
“Are you okay?” Bob asked, setting a warm hand on your shoulder, and the thought of eating him left your mind instantly.
“Sorry, got lost in thought,” You replied, turning your head to meet his eye. He smiled, squeezing your shoulder gently.
“Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it,” Bob said softly, letting you go before stepping out of the back of the stage. Your brain scrambled to catch up, the primal part of you mourning the loss of the opportunity while the human part of you mourned the loss of his touch.
“I think she’s gonna like it,” You said, stepping down after him. The two of you walked back to the fire in silence. It had calmed quite a bit with no one to maintain it, but it gave off enough light for you to make up tomorrow’s lesson plan in your notebook while Bob finished his drink.
“These taste better than the last ones you got me- not complaining,” Bob said, and you looked up to see him turning the pack of cigarettes over in his hands. You smiled.
“Don’t go crazy on those, they’ve got to last you the whole week,” You told him, turning the page in your notebook. You got them when you could, it gave him more money to spend on Ingrid, you justified, though you still weren’t sure why you did. Kindness? Pity? You didn’t know, but you did it anyway.
The fire died as the two of you talked- mostly about the people you worked with. You’d found out recently that the barker who helped Bob had a daughter about your age when she’d caught you off guard behind the stage the other afternoon. Scared the life out of you when you turned around and caught her peeking into the space where you ran the show.
“She said her name was Emily, I think. Said she just wanted to see the mystery man who pulled the strings. Then she told me I had nice eyes and that she’d like to see me again sometime. Odd girl,” You told Bob, still not sure what to make of the whole situation.
“Sounds like she was flirting with you, but I wasn’t there so don’t take it as fact,” He said, half-laughing at your cluelessness. Then it hit you, the way she’d been shy, almost embarrassed that she’d been caught, how her eyes never met yours. You’d seen it before in the memories of the people you’d eaten, it just never occurred to you that it might happen to you, too.
“Huh, yeah, now that you’ve said it I guess she could have been,” You responded, staring into what remained of the fire, notebook long forgotten as you talked.
When the fire had truly died it was late, Bob was somehow still sitting up despite his exhaustion, and you had things you still needed to do for tomorrow. You’d planned on making worksheets for Ingrid, and if you wanted to get them done tonight you knew you’d have to go to bed eventually. It didn’t help that the longer you sat out there now that the fire was dead, the stronger and stronger you could smell Bob’s soap, his liquor, and his cigarettes- lit or not. Your hunger was turning you into a time bomb. It was a vacuum in your chest, urging you to rip and tear and consume, both body and soul. And Bob- whether or not he knew it, whether or not you wanted it- looked absolutely delicious in the moonlight.
“I’m headed to bed, I’ve got to figure out what Ingrid and I are going to focus on tomorrow,” You said quietly, like being any louder might spook him. Bob just nodded and bid you goodnight. You felt sick, walking away from another opportunity, and the second your trailer door closed behind you it only got worse. Now, in the dark lonely quiet, you got to think about it. The human food you’d been eating was sustaining the body you occupied just fine and you’d never had issues killing someone before, so why now? Why him?
You ran through it again and again as you sat at your desk and laid out writing sheets for tomorrow. The food you ate sustained the human body, yes, but the celestial being, the beast that you were, that needed food too. Hungered for souls and flesh to power the tether that kept you conscious in this body. You’d missed the chance to feed in the last town you were in, people were far too wary there. It would be easier here, the streets were darker at night, people more trusting; but you had another week until your last night, until it would be safest. Maybe you didn’t care this time, maybe you wanted to play it a little unsafe?
And yet, instead of wandering out into the dark, hot night, you snuffed out your lamp and crawled into bed.
Something was changing in you, you’d felt it in the back of the stage first- something you’d seen many times in the memories of the people you’d consumed, but never experienced yourself. This body had felt it before, but you, no, you had never felt anything like this before and it plagued you, deep in your bones. A feeling you couldn't shake, longing and wrong, clinging to the back of your mind as you fell asleep, still feeling Bob’s hand on your shoulder.
Your dreams were a mess, always were. The human mind you occupied wanted to show you visions of memories that weren’t yours, but your consciousness always returned to you. Among the fields of stars and celestial bodies you walked, not forced into a human body and restrained by a society you did not fit into, nor did you understand. Out here it was simple, easy. You could run through the millions of constellations along your sibling’s back and never grow tired, unnoticed or uncared about. It was silent here, peaceful, and your thoughts came and went in waves.
Your siblings never spoke to you, and you wondered why. No matter how many times you jumped along its spine, the turtle never asked you to stop. No matter how many times you snapped your jaws at the eagle when it got close enough that you could feel its wings, it never chastised you. None of them bothered, none of them ever acknowledged your presence. Did they not feel it was worth their effort? Or perhaps you were deaf? You were wounded, you knew that, maybe that was the problem? Maybe stunted would be a better word for what was happening along your ribcage, fur and flesh missing. It didn’t matter, none of them seemed to notice you anyway.
The only one that ever had, aside from the light, was the spider. Somehow bigger and smaller than you at the same time, as all things here were. IT walked the fields of stars with you, not caring much what you did. It was far more interested in curling up on the little planets, resting here in the stars, but not there, in their worlds, until they crumbled into dust under its legs.
That’s how you’d found this place, you’d gotten too close to the spider as it descended on this planet, and it bit you, and you were dragged down with it. You’d woken in a field of golden grass- starving- and consumed the first person you’d seen. You know now it was a rancher, and you know now that this body you inhabited had likely been his son. He was confused when he found the boy, knocked to the ground by you as you fell. You pitied him now, having watched his son change before his eyes as you consumed what he had been, only to watch his son’s eyes turn on him with unimaginable hunger.
Consuming him was purely instinct, nothing personal. From his memory you learned how to act human, how to best pretend to be a person, an act that brought you so much knowledge. You could have absconded from that body, closed the portal that kept you connected to it, carried on walking through the stars and let the spider have its planet and its feast. You could still do it now, move on and find something else to toy with- at least among the stars you wouldn’t be hungry like this. You could leave all this behind at any moment……couldn’t you?
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A/N: good lord, the mortifying ordeal of being known. Threw in a couple nonsense characters for shits and giggles but they’re not really important, more for showing what you do during your off time. Working on chapter two and three now, as of posting chapt 2 should be out sometime tomorrow along with a smut quickie I started working on this morning. (I love u all ty)
Rambling vent post about me analyzing my own thought process when it comes to daydreaming and story developing.
Whenever I have a daydream or I’m cooking up a plot for a fanfic, I usually always begin it with pennywise being cruel in some way before “falling in love” with the reader and becoming soft. I can never have it being nice from the get go, and I think in most cases that just makes sense.
Don’t misunderstand, I’ve read fics where it was nice from the beginning, where it started of as soft as it ended and those were good, I enjoyed them. I just can’t write like that.
The thing is, the worse of a headspace I’m in, the more cruel and rough I imagine it being. It’s contradictory, because obviously in those times I’m seeking comfort, but the more desperate for it I am, the greater is the prolonged ‘mental torture’ in the beginning.
And I thought about that a little today, because while it sounds obvious why I’m doing it, I feel for me there’s more to it.
The obvious part is that I like to try and be canon compliant. Of course not fully, no. If I was, none of my stories would exist because theyre obviously very out of character when it comes to the fluff and smut.
So, especially when I know the story is going to end up being very soft and fluffy and whatnot, I feel the need to make the beginning more accurate, make pennywise more of a monster to compensate. Even if it’s just a mention in the backstory.
But I don’t really need to do that when I’m merely daydreaming, not planning to write and post it, when theres no audience to complain it’s too out of character (that doesn’t happen, I know no ones complaining, it’s just an unwillingly emerging thought sometimes)
And I think the main reason for all this is that the payoff is much greater.
Applying it to my real life, the source of my low mental health, makes the most sense.
Whenever someone was cruel to me, whether in my childhood or now in my adulthood, there was never payoff. I had to take it and live with it and there was never redemption.
Just the thought of someone being awful to me, especially a character I myself really like, to then turn around and say, “actually I was wrong for doing this to you, I learned to love you and I will make up for how I treated you in the beginning,” is the literal essence of comfort for me.
Never has that happened, the thought is alien, but so nice to think about.
Especially applying that to pennywise.
Just imagine, an otherworldly being that’s programmed to bring death and destruction, looking at you and thinking, “not this one.” Turning down and repressing its own instincts, going against its own nature to kill and torture, learning to be soft, something it never had to do before, because it deems you worthy and precious.
Isn’t that the nicest thing ever.
So naturally, on my worse days, I want the payoff to be greater. The worse the treatment, the bigger the apology.
I don’t think this is an original thought process or experience when it comes to this, im sure this is quite common, but I never really thought about it before today.
Anyway, my next story is going to be very sad because I’m sad but maybe it’ll resonate with some people.
Summary: Pennywise was always so protective of you, it was truly afraid of scaring you. Unfortunately, you were too curious for your own good, too eager to see what horrors it’s capable of. It would soon have to find out what a freak its mate really is.
Tags/warnings: Ns/fw, gender neutral reader, it/its pronouns for pennywise, fluff, smut, arguing, fighting, pennywise is fed up, oral sex, twice, some really freaky smut at the end, tentacles? Not really, they’re just tongues, dialogue heavy, pennywise loves you, bit of gore (really just a bit), reader is a little annoying, it’ll pay off, spider penny!!, huge penny!!!!!, also smut with that, there will be an extra warning
Word count: 5687
A/N: been thinking a lot about big spider penny lately, I love that shit. I had to make the reader character, who unfortunately is all of us, a bit annoying because I needed the conflict. Hope it’s not too bad. This one is a bit freaky but I personally really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much!
You’ve seen it once, only one time.
It was out of the corner of your eye, accompanied by noises that since then stuck to your bones.
A form of pennywise, you'd never seen before, never even imagined it could take on.
It was a day you went down to the sewers, down to its lair. You had missed it, hadn’t seen it in a while.
You figured that was the most likely place you'd find it.
Making it down there, following the filthy route to the center of the sewer system, was a challenge. You overcame it with sheer determination. It didn’t like you coming down there, it reasoned it was a ‘too scary’ place for you to be in. Always so protective of you and your weak little mind. Unfortunately, you didn’t care.
Once you stood before the large area, littered with junk of people you didn’t dare think about for too long, the smell of blood pushed past the usual stink.
You remember furrowing your eyebrows in disgust, but you didn’t see anything unusual.
That was, until you stepped inside.
You heard screaming, you heard a thud. Pleading.
Then, you heard enormous, echoing footsteps bouncing off the walls.
You rushed further inside, you saw a body on the ground. Then, you saw a few more.
Your blood ran cold, your eyes were wide, your mouth hung open.
Turning away, you heard snapping, crunching, breaking. You weren’t sure what you had gotten yourself into, you didn’t know what to do.
You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your palms against your ears. The noises were muffled, but those loud thuds came through, you felt them through the ground, up your feet and in your bones.
Then, there was sudden silence.
Arms trembling, you slowly pulled your hands off your ears, turning your head for something to see.
Barely in sight, out of your peripheral, for just a moment, you saw something breathtaking.
You're sure it was pennywise, its face was that of the clown you knew and loved. But it was bigger, oh how huge it was. And it’s body, you had no time to count, but surely at least double the normal amount of legs and arms.
You saw it emerge from the trash pile, next to the circus trailer.
Before you could fully turn around to take in the sight, you heard a dark growl and those footsteps again.
It slipped behind the pile, away from you, when you were fully turned towards it.
With wide eyes, jaw on the ground, you quickly walked over to where you saw it. Before you could turn the corner, pennywise stood before you. Now, it’s normal size.
It grabbed onto your shoulders, squeezing them tightly.
“What are you doing down here?” It snarled at you, lips threateningly pulled back, eyes burning into yours.
Still in awe at what you saw, truly in a daze, you opened and closed your mouth a few times, “what was that?” You asked.
It blinked at you, angry expression wavering for just a moment before returning, “that doesn’t concern you, those were humans that-“
You shook your head, cutting it off, “no, I mean- you were so big- so huge. That was you, wasn't it? I’ve never seen you like that.”
At that, it furrowed its eyebrows, grimacing, scrunching its nose up, like it didn’t think you saw.
“That was… not for you to see,” it grumbled and began pulling you away from the trash pile, away from the bodies. You tried not to think of that.
You looked up at it, eyes wide and glistening, “can you do that again?”
It furrowed its eyebrows, huffing, “I just said it wasn’t for you to see. I don’t want you to..” it drifted off, seemingly unsure about finishing that sentence. It huffed, instead, “You need to listen when I speak, Y/N,” it scolded, humorlessly.
As you were walked towards the exit, you quietly whined, “come on pennywise, you only ever show me the regular clown, I didn’t even know you could do that. Please, come on, I want-“
Suddenly, pennywise snapped at you, teeth big and dangerous and right in front of your face. It looked angry, really angry, “NO!” It growled loudly, sneering, “this is my last warning, human. Do not push your luck,” it threatened. When you didn’t say anything else out of fear of getting mauled, it retracted it’s teeth, pulling its face back.
Quietly, you heard a sniff, then more. Then, an angry growl, not directed at you this time, more so itself.
It let go of you completely, facing away and beginning to twitch.
You could do nothing but watch, confused, slightly scared.
Then, it turned to you, eyes blue, soft.
What the hell was happening.
It put a hand on your shoulder, looking you over, “I will come to you later today,” it said and before you could say or question anything else, you were in your living room by yourself.
You looked around and shivered.
A few hours went by, you sat in your living room, staring at a wall.
That sight crossed your mind many times, you dwelled on the memory, trying to remember details.
It made you think about what you said earlier, about it only ever showing you the clown.
Seemingly, it was always shielding you. Always so worried about scaring you.
Avoiding you like the pest when it got hungry. Always gentle with you, always careful, restraining itself in every way.
Of course, you appreciated it. You didn’t want to be scared senseless, especially not of your supposed mate.
But, you felt as tho it was underestimating you, underestimating what you could take. After all, for a lot of people even just the clown form was scary enough.
Really, if you didn’t have a thing for the scary, you wouldn’t have gotten close to it in the first place.
You began wondering where that ‘fear’ of causing you fear came from. Because it wasn’t always so careful.
It had times in which it was quite rough, never too much for you.
Maybe you were just imagining it.
A while later, with you still in your place, pennywise emerged behind your couch.
It’s hands got a hold of your face, pulling your head back to face it above.
You were startled, pulled from your thoughts.
It looked down at you and leaned in, kissing your lips upside down. The kiss was soft, apologetic.
You whimpered at the suddenness, yet gave in immediately. Your own hands moved up, caressing its hair.
Not breaking the kiss, it crawled over the backrest and on to the couch with you, then closer to straddle your lap.
It sat on your thighs, one knee on either side of you, hands holding your head in place.
You began feeling breathless, it’s lips almost suffocating you. Quietly, you whimpered against it until eventually, it pulled back to give you some air.
The string of saliva connecting you trembled as you panted, looking at the clown with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
It was smiling, seemingly satisfied with your wrecked appearance. It’s hands stroked over your hair, over your cheeks, your jaw, staring obsessively, like it was looking at its most prized possession.
You swallowed thickly and placed your hands on its waist, squeezing tightly to ground yourself. The pressure got a purr, to your delight.
“What is going on with you?” You asked lightheartedly, a weak smile on your swollen lips. It’s not like this was uncommon, but considering what happened earlier, you were slightly confused.
It just shrugged, “am I not allowed to desire intimacy with my human?” It asked softly.
Almost too softly.
You hummed, running your hands up and down its sides slowly, “mh, of course you are,” you mumbled quietly, “but maybe, we should talk?”
It’s eyes sharpened just for a second before softening again, you barely caught it. With a purr, it leaned down and brushed its lips over your ear, “oh, yes, talk,” it whispered, “you could tell pennywise where you want him to touch you, yes.”
Your body heated up rapidly, reacting to its little seduction act effortlessly. It’s hot breath against your skin sent you spiraling.
Still, you pressed.
“How about we talk about what happened earlier today?” You asked with a slight tremble in your voice.
It stilled against you, completely frozen in place.
Within its chest, you heard a quiet growl, one it was obviously trying to contain.
You swallowed thickly, torn between feeling uneasy and unbearably aroused.
Then, it snapped out of it, starting to nibble at your ear, buckteeth grazing your skin lightly, “I don’t deem that necessary,” it said, deflecting, “I’d much rather focus on now.”
Before you could push more and complain, it leaned down further, pressing its lips to your sensitive neck, wet and warm.
Okay, you supposed the conversation could wait. You were aware what it was doing, distracting you. Unfortunately it was very good at that.
You let out a small whimper, massaging your fingers into its sides. Slowly, it began moving its hips, grinding against yours.
It’s crotch dragged against yours, hands holding onto your wrists and moving them down towards its hips. You held them, squeezing tightly through the fabric.
You felt your crotch pulsate against its own, thighs beginning to tremble.
It purred against your skin, a small moan escaping its own lips at the friction it created.
“Y/N,” it mumbled, “tell me where you want to be touched.”
Your hands were trembling by its sides, your face was in its hair, you struggled getting a word out.
“I- I want-“ it pressed its hips down harder, you gasped, “fuck-“
It began giggling, laughing quietly, truly amused at your inability to form a thought, all because of its work. It lifted its head to look into your eyes, big, wide, toothy grin on its face.
“Maybe here?” It asked, placing its hand on your shoulder, you were breathless, “Mh… no, maybe not. How about this?” Its hand slid to your stomach, caressing you lightly, you shivered, “oh, not there either. But I’m close, aren't I?”
The faux innocence, the mocking and teasing were infuriating and exhilarating at the same time. You couldn’t help yourself, you whined pathetically,
Slowly, it’s hand slipped down between your legs, it pulled its own hips back to make space.
Relentlessly, it pressed it’s fingers against your clothed sex, rubbing circles onto it.
Your head fell against the backrest, hips bucking into its intense touch, “penny- ugh-“
Its laughter continued, overjoyed, “there we go, that’s what you want, right?” it mused, licking over its lips when too much spit accumulated, dripping down its chin.
Quickly, you nodded, fully in a daze, unable to think straight, “yes- yes right there, that’s g-good.”
For a moment, it kept touching you in that position, staring down and watching your reactions intensely.
Then, it removed its hand, despite your protests, and slid back off your lap, dropping onto its knees with a thud, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart.
You stared down at it with wide eyes, breathless, rattled.
It grinned up at you, drooling over its chin, dripping down to your crotch.
Holding the eye contact, it leaned in and dragged its long, pink tongue over your still clothed crotch, soaking it in spit and your own fluids alike. Your hips twitched against the wet muscle.
It’s fingers then hooked into your waistband, pulling down and off your pants and underwear in one swift motion.
You whimpered when you were so suddenly exposed, thighs visibly trembling. It’s hands ran up the insides of your thighs, before halting midway and gripping tightly, though not too painfully.
Quietly, you winced. Not from pain, but from stimulation throughout your entire body. Your lip quivered, “penny, what are you-“
You were cut off by its lips dashing forward, attacking your crotch, smushing against your most sensitive parts. You let out a yelp, its touch both startling and electrifying.
It’s lips parted, tongue darting out to roughly drag over the swollen nerve bundle between your legs. You heard it giggle against you, uncontrolled joy and lust dripping off it’s strained voice.
The sensation was overwhelming, overtaking. Your back arched immediately, your hands grabbed onto the couch cushions beside you.
You looked down at it, watching with blown eyes, tears forming at the waterline. The sight was almost better than the feeling of its touch.
It looked so beautiful, you thought. So sexy down there. It’s big head peeked up from behind your genitals, its nose was crinkled slightly, eyes drifted apart. You saw it’s tongue swirl around you, saw it wet wherever it came in contact with your skin. It’s big, gloved hands steady on your thighs, fingers twitching into your flesh.
You were a moaning mess. Sweating, shaking, eyes hooded, cheeks red, mouth agape, “penny- ouh, you look so- ah- so beautiful…”
It’s eyes snapped up to you, focused and glowing. You felt its fingers dig further into your thighs. The color of its face didn’t directly change, somehow you could immediately tell it was blushing profusely at your words. A deep growl mixed with a loud purr coiled in its chest, vibrating through its tongue and against you.
It furrowed its eyebrows, opening its mouth wider, more tongue creeping out.
You were panting, gasping for air, your body was hot, prickling all over.
Then, it reached up toward your face. You watched its hand approach, confused, yet too riled up to question it.
It’s palm lied on your face, covering it entirely. It pushed your head back.
You whimpered loudly, furrowing your eyebrows, “uh- mh- what are y-“
Suddenly, your breath was stollen.
You felt it’s tongue and lips working you, then you felt more movement, like there was more than one tongue, all around your genitals, licking, sucking, pressing, then something slithered further down, before breaching your hole.
Not a single nerve between your legs was untouched, you felt it filling you, pressing that special spot inside of you roughly.
You had tears streaming down your face, your eyes rolled back, your hips began grinding against its face, whatever it looked like in that moment.
Oh, how badly you wanted to look down, to see what it was doing to you.
You reached and grabbed its wrist, trying to pull its hand off your face. It wouldn’t let you, no matter how hard you pried.
Eventually, your hand went slack, falling off its wrist and back to the cushion, gripping so hard your knuckles turned white.
You writhed under its touch, heat flooding your body, into every crevice.
The orgasm you experienced was incredible, you went blind for a few seconds, your ears rang, mind wiped clean.
You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, shouting its name, over and over and over again.
It didn’t let loose, it only went harder when it noticed you cumming.
Once the orgasm began dying down, and it took a long while for you to get to that point, your body was nothing but a mess, weak, trembling, heaving, covered in sweat.
It’s hand remained on your face until it pulled its mouth off of you. You heard a wet sound, something slithering, then it was gone and so was its hand.
Strenuously, you opened your eyes and lifted your head, still entirely out of breath.
You looked down at the clown.
It was staring up at you, licking over its lips innocently, but those eyes were ablaze.
Slowly, you lifted your hands, reaching for its face. You gently cupped its cheeks, brushing your thumbs over them, “that…” you barely got the words out, it grinned widely, “that was so… what… what was that?” You asked, eyes barely staying open.
It hummed quietly, rising from the floor and settling on the couch with you, closely by your side. It grabbed your hands off its face and left small, wet kisses on your knuckles, “did you like it?” It asked as if it didn’t know already.
You swallowed thickly, “I did- it was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you praised weakly, watching its smiling lips smush against your fingers, “I just… why didn’t you let me look? I wanted to see what you were doing.”
“I wanted you to focus on the sensation,” it said easily, brushing you off.
You sighed quietly, forcing your body to move against its will, leaning closer and looking into its eyes, “penny, why do you hide from me?” You asked, it pulled its lips off your hands to give you its full attention, “you never show me the things you can do, never show me other parts of you, I want to see them.”
It didn’t say anything.
“Are you worried I’ll be… like, grossed out? Because I promise you I won’t be-“
It huffed heavily, averting its eyes and shaking its head, “no, maybe not that. These things, you cannot bear witness to them. You’ll be…” it drifted off, again not finishing that sentence, “I do these things to make humans feel fear. You are my mate. You are not supposed to fear me.”
You blinked at it, taking in its words. So you were right, all along.
“You’re worried I’ll be scared of you?”
It flinched at your words, just slightly but you caught it, scrunching its nose up.
“You won’t scare me, pennywise. I know you won’t hurt me, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you said, voice soft and soothing.
It looked at you then, eyes searching before smiling a little, “little human, always so stubborn. Your feeble mind won’t handle it, too feeble to even understand what you’re asking for,” it said in a cooing tone, hand brushing over your head.
You thought about it for a second before realizing it basically just called you stupid.
“But-“
It grabbed your pants and underwear off the floor, “no more,” it said simply and began dressing you.
You frowned and watched it pull up your pants, assisting it by lifting your hips, “do you at least want me to return the favor?”
It shook its head and looked at you when it had dressed you, “no, that was just for you.”
After that conversation had concluded, you both went on like normal.
That night you went to bed, it stayed by your side, engulfing you in its arms.
The days after, you were visited daily, multiple times.
It hung around you, watching you go about your day, it talked to you, it cuddled you, it made love to you. You also did eventually return the favor of taking care of its pleasure.
Through everything, you never stopped thinking about it.
Now more than ever, you wanted to witness its magic with your own eyes. Especially because it insisted you won’t be able to handle it, and you so desperately wanted to prove it wrong.
So, one night when it again didn’t show up for a while, you made your way back to the sewers.
It wasn’t your intention to make it mad, though that was inevitable, you just wanted to prove that you love it no matter what, no matter the monster it was. After all, it had seen all of your sides too, even the less pretty ones.
Of course, sick curiosity was also at play.
Flashlight in hand, you ventured down the filthy paths and tunnels, wading through the muddy water. That time you found your way quite easily.
You stood before the large area once more.
It looked the same as usual, without the bodies this time.
You didn’t see pennywise anywhere, maybe you went down the wrong time.
Still, you stepped in and walked around the lair. It was cold, wet.
Your footsteps echoed off the walls, other than that it was eerily silent.
Until you reached the circus trailer. You noticed a weak light shining through the busted wood. It was moving slightly, shaking, creaking.
You stood before it, listening closely. There were noises inside, they made you shiver. Crunching, ripping, chewing. You had an idea what you might find in there.
Despite knowing better, you stepped closer, gently knocking on the door.
Immediately, the trailer went still, silent, lights flickering.
The door opened a gap, slowly pushing outward. It was dark inside, pitch black, despite the light you saw from outside.
Then, pennywise emerged from the darkness, you saw its eyes beam first. It was crouched at the door of the trailer, looking down at you from the steps. There was blood around its mouth, it looked equally shocked and offended to be interrupted, tho it’s eyes softened the slighted bit when it realized it was you.
“I told you not to come down here again,” it growled, you heard it swallow.
You shifted on your feet, feeling bad for interrupting its meal, “I know… I’m sorry… I just, I kept thinking about you.”
It tilted its head to the side slightly, looking you over, seemingly in thoughts. Then, it turned and disappeared into the darkness for a moment. You waited, listening for any sound.
Suddenly the lights flicked on, you could see the inside of the trailer. It was clean, unlike you expected, there were no bodies, no blood, not on its mouth either. It stepped out of the trailer and stood before you, tall and big.
“You did?” It asked and reached for your waist, gently squeezing and probing. It leaned in and smelled you, just briefly. After your last conversation on this topic, you assumed it was testing if you were scared. Of course, you weren’t.
“Yes,” you said, your palms brushing over its arms, “all day.”
It smiled, satisfied at your scent, satisfied at your words, “flattering. You still shouldn’t be here.”
You hummed and nodded, “yeah, I know. But.. I was thinking. You know, about our, uh, little fight last time.”
It’s smile faltered, it’s eyes sharpened, it looked defensive immediately. “What is there to think about?”
“I… I understand your worries,” you said, “but I think you underestimate what I can take.”
“I think you underestimate what this might do to you.”
You pursed your lips, “I am not scared of you.”
“You’re not scared of this form, correct. The clown is a familiar concept to you, you recognize it, that’s why you’re not scared. Another form-”
You shook your head, “no, I mean you. I’m not scared of you. I know the clown is you, I know any form you take is you. Even if it’s grotesque, if it’s big and overwhelming, I know it’s you underneath and you won’t harm me. There won’t be a reason to be scared.“
It breathed out, releasing its grip on your waist, frustrated, “you don’t understand how fear works, I suppose. It’s not conscious, it’s not a matter of understanding. You will be scared. Even if you aren’t aware of it, I will be.”
“So what?” You ask, “even if it spooks me a little, I can handle being scared. I’ve been scared countless times in my life, it won’t kill me.”
It didn’t reply, just looked away. You saw it twitch.
“Pennywise. What is your problem?”
Then, it looked at you again, eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, “if you get scared, I will get hungry.”
You stared at it.
“My hunger is intense, it’s unsettling,” by then it was barely above whispering, “it is inevitable, that you will see me differently. You won’t forget, it will taint your perception of me.”
Moments passed before you found your next words, scrambling to say the right thing.
“I don’t believe that will happen,” you said, it looked impatient, “I love you, penny. That can’t be changed. Even if you scare me. Even if you’re hungry for me.”
It growled, rubbing its gloved palm over its face, “why do you insist on this. Why do you need to see me take a different form, are you not satisfied with this one?”
You huffed, “I am. You know I love the clown. It’s not about the form you take, I just want to see what you can do. What you’re capable of. It’s like a huge part of your nature is hidden from me.”
“It’s better off hidden,” it looked at you then, moving to place its hand on your shoulder, “you should leave-“
Quickly, you pushed its hand away, stepping back, unwilling to be teleported again. Tho, you’re sure it could do that without touching you, you were making a point.
“No,” you spat, as confidently as possible.
It looked utterly shocked, like you had slapped it.
It took a step closer, slowly, “Y/N, I’m telling you-“
You took another step back, “no,” you repeated, ever so stubborn, “this isn’t fair. I trust you with my whole life, ever since I’ve met you, I’ve been at your mercy. I share everything with you, nothing about me is a secret, wether I like it or not. It’s just not fair, that you have secrets.”
It snarled at you quietly, head twitching. It was getting angry, you could tell. Maybe even a little hurt. You didn’t care.
“Talking about me being scared- I think you’re the one who’s scared. I slept with a clown- a-a monster clown and wasn’t scared once,” you began shouting, “no, you’re scared! Scared of a little humans ‘feeble’ emotions,” you scoffed, it stared at you fiercely, fingers twitching, body trembling, “talking to me like I’m too weak, I think you’re the weak o-“
Before you could finish that sentence, pennywise snapped. It dashed toward you, gripping your shoulders painfully tight.
It growled loudly, otherworldly rumbling bouncing off the walls. It’s teeth were bared, big and dangerous, right by your face. It began laughing, angrily, maniacally as its head twitched, “ohh, you don’t get to call me weak, human,” it yelled, pushing you back, then stepping forward, each step louder than the last.
You were silent in an instant, eyes wide, mouth agape. Maybe you shouldn’t have provoked it, yeah, in hindsight that might’ve been a bad idea. You stood there, frozen in place.
It all happened so fast.
It’s body began convulsing, twitching, shaking, hands opening and closing.
Then, you head ripping, snapping, as its limbs grew in size, dashing out of its sleeves, so did it’s head and body. It lifted itself, new arms and legs growing out of its sides, feet turning into spikes, slamming into the ground in front of you, shaking everything.
It was huge, a giant clown-spider towering over you like a house. It was swaying a bit, it’s frame filling your entire vision.
Suddenly, one of its massive hands reached down and swept you up, wrapping you in its fingers like you were merely a doll.
Your hands gripped into the fabric of its gloves when it held you in front of its face, staring into your eyes with giant, yellow, glowing ones.
“Is this-“ it laughed uncontrollably, still fueled by anger and frustration, “what you wanted?” Its voice was loud, echoing.
You stared back into its eyes. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest, your entire frame was trembling, you were panting.
Not from fear, no, from excitement.
The sight was even more breathtaking that you imagined.
You’d always loved its face, every little feature. It’s pointy nose, it’s big soft, always wet lips, the red lines reaching over its cheeks, it’s beautiful eyes.
And now, you got to see those features so much better, so much closer and bigger.
You were utterly in awe.
“Yes,” you whispered, tears building in your eyes in amazement.
It stared at you blankly, angry expression vanishing and replaced with confusion and surprise. It stopped laughing all together.
“What?”
You began smiling, wide, eyes glistening, “this is what I wanted. It’s even more incredible than I thought- you’re- wow,” you gushed, barely able to form a thought.
It blinked stupidly, taking a moment to sniff the air, sniff you.
When it smelled no fear on you, it shivered, letting you slip from its grip.
Before you could break all your bones on impact with the ground, another hand appeared beneath you, letting you drop onto its soft, plush palm.
You looked up, seeing it’s speechless expression.
It’s body stumbled back a little, it’s ass slumping to the ground. It sat there, many legs bent on either side of its body, just like a spider.
You tapped the hand you were sitting on, “penny,” you called out.
It looked down at you and lifted its hand toward its face, eyebrows furrowed, “why aren’t you scared?”
You held into its thumb when it moved, then shrugged when you were face to face with it again, “I told you, I’m not scared of you.”
Carefully, you crawled to the edge of its palm, closer to its face. Then you reached out, placing your hands on its big, red nose.
It watched, eyes crossing to look at you, fading to blue.
You smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss on the tip. Then, you left many more, taking advantage of the fact there’s much more surface to kiss now.
At this size, the emerging purr in its chest sounded like a car engine.
As you gave its nose all your attention, a hand emerged behind you, fingertip brushing over your back, then the back of your head, so carefully, “I…” it pressed its lips together, struggling to get the words out, “I was… wrong.”
It sounded like that confession was poisoning its tongue.
You pulled your head back to look at one of its eyes with a smile, “it’s okay, penny. You wanted to protect me, I get it. I’m sorry too, yknow. For pressing and being annoying.”
It huffed quietly, the air from its mouth making your clothes flutter, “that is okay. You are a human after all. That’s what you do.”
If that was supposed to offend you, it wasn’t successful. You chuckled and sat on your knees, tracing the red lines, tracing its lips.
“Let me see your teeth.”
It seemed hesitant, tho learned not to protest.
Slowly, kind of sheepishly, it opened its warm mouth into a smile, buckteeth revealing themselves in all their might.
You reached a hand out and traced your palm over the porcelain smooth surface, admiring every detail.
The purring persisted, a comforting background noise throughout the whole interaction.
“You're so pretty, penny. I can’t say it enough.”
As you took in the sight, slowly, it’s large tongue slithered out, the tip of it licking across your face, a thank you, a show of appreciation without words, it never knew what to say to praises.
You were startled at first, before falling into a giggle fit, face slick with saliva.
For a long while, you sat in its palm like that, going over each of its features.
From then on, it wasn’t afraid anymore. You proved that nothing it could do would scare you away, because you did really love it like it loved you.
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Giant spider freaky smut. If you’re not into that, stop here.
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The next time its tongue made contact with you, it wasn't with your face.
The soft tip of its tongue slid between your legs, over your clothed crotch, up your stomach and chest, pulling your shirt up in the act.
Your eyes widened, thrown off your knees and onto your back on its palm.
You stared up at it, bewildered, “are you sure?” You asked, legs twitching.
As a response, it gave you a devilish grin, ready to give you the full experience it knew you wanted so badly.
A hand came up and pinched the fabric of your pants, pulling them off like they weren’t sewn at the seems. You were bare in an instant, genitals already having reacted eagerly to the first contact.
Its tongue returned, almost too big to fit between your legs, slick enough to get through anyway.
It began grinding into your crotch, enough force to push your hips up with every movement.
Your head fell back instantly, moaning out at the overwhelming sensation, the warmth. You made sure not to look away, you wanted to see and it knew.
Your legs spread as far as your joints allowed, thighs flexing tightly.
It held the eye contact, the other hand from earlier appearing to stroke over your head, fingertip gently ruffling your hair.
Somehow, this was unbearably arousing, making you spiral within moments. The sight, the sheer absurdity of the situation made you lose your mind in the best way.
“Oh god- Pennywise, yes-“ you whined, pushing your groin down further.
It growled quietly, holding you closer to its face, allowing its lips to engulf your legs up to your midsection. It began sucking, just lightly, increasing blood flow to your lower region.
You were heaving, hands holding onto its top lip.
Soon enough, with all that stimulation, you were close.
The inside of its mouth was so soft, so wet, so warm. The best thing your body had ever felt.
There was no time to give a warning, seconds later you were already cumming hard.
It drank up the sight, the feeling of your legs twitching and trembling inside its mouth, the taste of your fluids on its oversized tongue.
You cried, you screamed, eyes rolling back, mouth wide open.
The orgasm rocked through your roughly, nearly making you pass out.
When you slowly came down and back to your senses, it pulled you out of its mouth, letting you recover on its palm.
It watched you intently, now it was its turn to admire you, same as you did before.
It’s eyes were soft, appreciative, you saw love in them.
It moved your pants back onto your body, magically, without any trouble.
Then, it held you to its face, nuzzling you against its cheek like you would with a small stuffed animal.
It breathed you in, smelling you, smelling no fear, only comfort and affection.
You breathed out, hugging its cheek, “I love you, penny.”
It hummed, kissing your stomach with big, wet lips, “I love you too.”
Calling all creatives! Pennyweek 2026 will take place June 1st - June 7th and is welcome to all adults who wish to take part and celebrate our favorite cosmic horror.
All artistic mediums welcome. This does not include ai.
You can do as many or as few of the prompts as you like. No pressure!
This event is intended for adults aged 18 and above only. Minors please do not interact with this blog.
Prompts can be interpreted however you wish: SFW, NSFW, Pennywise x Character, Pennywise x reader, selfships, fluff, smut, angst etc is all welcome here.
Feel free to tag @pennyweek2026 and I'll reblog your work here.
