Pennywise as a partner(whether you like it or not😬)
Pennywise is more likely to enjoy jumping in time for literally just anything, in a literal sense especially if there is something in particular he enjoys about the time with you. Like when you lay with him in that nest he built in the Neil bolt house or the sewers or just anywhere in general, that's why you often are most likely to feel deja Vu in the most normal thing like you had done it before or you had been in this place for more than a long time yet it only shows you had only been there for a short while.
Maybe just my take but pennywise even though they are an entity he does feel something, but he doesn't know how to say WHAT it is(since let's be honest he only knows hunger. Hungry fat bitch😭 the only thing getting bigger is that head) before eating bob gray he was just monotoned and emotionless(truly boring), maybe depending on the creature he is hosted to some of the personality from the original creature would transfer to him; similar to memories, manner of speech etc.
Having a partner who eats people and torments them before eating you practically grew numb to it(somewhat 🫣), but it didn't mean you were not empathetic. So like any good husband he tries his best to just not eat in front of you, to keep your peace and sanity(though you doubt it was even there to begin with) speaking about eating! It's almost ritualistic whenever he sets a schedule in mind, if you had a habit of eating at the dinner table he will also make it a habit. Copying your habits so that he almost always spends time with you, aside from the time manipulating abilities he does want to be on time(which he always is)
It doesn't depend how long he has been with you, he doesn't love like a human or wants to(he simply wants you and that enough to keep you around) his play thing and his breeding mare, he could reproduce on his own so there is no real reason he should even keep you!
He says shit like;
"I should eat you, make sure our children are properly taken care of." Even if he gives less of a fuck about it, seeing you frightened or disturbed was satisfying when you somewhat got used to everything he does(to other people)
"eat you bit by bit, tear your limbs yet keep you alive wishing I ate you fully."
Or
"Your no use as a corpse so I might as well keep you alive, silly human." Or literally any endearment that he could use to either undermine you using; little, silly, stupid or anything that could piss you off.
"Keeping you forever doesn't sound so bad, ohhhh the fun we could have!"
If he already made a decision he wouldn't even be talking, he likes to feel your pulse quicken at the thought of what he could do to you before laughing at your face and then continuing whatever you were doing like he just didn't threaten you(isn't he so sweet 😍)
But alas you would live another day(if he wished)
Guys ignore my bitchiness😅 because I really didnt want to make a fanfic but I finally got my lazy ass up(BECAUSE WHO ELSE WILL SUPPORT MY DELUSIONS OTHER THAN MYSELF???)
in which malachi and fem!reader are the most picture perfect high school sweethearts, but malachi is hiding something...
warnings: violence, slight angst
word count: 1.3k
continue if you dare.
Mid-October, 2024. Average Temp.= 60°F / 16°C
Word spread across town like a wildfire, locals added extra locks to their doors to protect themselves, and no one was a stranger to the news of a killer in the small town.
Police couldn't guess if it was a group of 3, 2, or a single murderer. It was recalled the killer would wear a full black outfit, 5'11, with a GhostFace mask. Straight out of a movie.
But everyone knew it was dangerous. However, it took a lot to scare the people of Cottonsview, and most pursued their usual day-to-day activities.
You and your almost perfect boyfriend, Malachi, had just recently started senior year, and the information wasn't helping anyone's pre-graduation anxieties.
Some even were afraid they wouldn't be alive by graduation.
You noticed it all, got all caught up in the heat of it. You suddenly became extra aware of your surroundings, paranoid, even. But what were you supposed to do? Even the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet startled you, making you jump as you'd hug yourself through your hoodie.
Walks alone in the park, even in the cloudy day, would feel eerily unsafe. The coolness of autumn would sink under your skin, and you'd instantly go home, finding the opposite of comfort.
You noticed how Ms Carlteen would double lock her bakery in the morning, how Jim, the local gardener, would keep a pair of pliers handy.
But the massacre didn't stop in a week, no. 14 lives already lost, and still more were up for the taking.
You were at your locker, fixing your hair and grabbing your books before your next class. You'd expect that people would be a little bit more bothered, a little more solemn considering most of the victims were teenagers that were in your very grade?
Nope, nobody really gave a shit. Everyone just lived on that motto that they'd live the best they could before their death date.
You were just about to close the locker door before you felt two warm arms wrap around you from the back, being pulled into someone's chest. A face nuzzling into your neck.
You could've sworn your heart had just short circuited, before you realised it was just Malachi.
His brow furrowed.
"Woah, jumpy, what's up with you?" He smirked, tilting his head to place soft kisses on your throat.
You tried to settle your unease into a soft laugh.
"'Jus didn't know it was you, y'know, 'could be that Ghostface murderer."
"Baby, it’s fine." He sighed, voice low. "This… all of it, it’s fucking with everyone’s heads. You need a break—come to mine tomorrow night."
Your shoulders drop. Yeah, it would be nice to have a break from all this crap. To get your mind off it for even a second.
"Sure. I'd love to" you smiled softly for the first time in what seemed like ages.
That night, Malachi sprawled across your pillows. Your parents weren't home and wouldn't be for the next 3 weeks, business trip. His jumper rode up to show his mid-abdomen. Your head rested on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.
It was comforting, he smelt like ash, fresh air, and something deeper. Something sweet, something almost... metallic.
When you guys settled to watch a movie, laughs in between, you made popcorn while he picked something out. His voice rang out from the cozy living room while you stayed in the kitchen. You could hear his smirk.
"Hey, baby, let's watch Scream."
Wow. He wanted to watch movies about slashers in masks when there was one probably in a less than 1km² radius of you.
You pursed your lips, but you weren't about to ruin your peaceful night with him.
"Oh, uhm, yeah." you say, watching the kernels explode.
The room was dark, the only light from the big TV in front of you, illuminating both of your faces. A hand would occasionally go into the popcorn, rustling through the clouds of butter.
A stabbing scene came on, blood, splatters, gushing. Everywhere. It made you a little sick to your stomach, because for once, you could relate to the movie.
His thumb stroked your waist, keeping you grounded, but something didn't feel right. Not even a little bit, not even at all. You weren't sure if it was the movie, or his presence. Why did you feel like this? This was your boyfriend! Bad Y/N! you scolded yourself internally for even feeling like this around the boy who was always there for you.
The air still smelt like metal, like something cold.
Your hands ran through your golden boy's dark hair, feeling him nestle into your chest.
And finally, he'd go to sleep and you would be able to turn that damn movie off. Get Billy Loomis' stupid face off the screen. The irony of the movie was also weighing on you. The boyfriend being the killer and all. But you convinced yourself you were being stupid. This was a fake movie! And you were stuck in real life, unfortunately.
You couldn't help but notice what seemed to be a wound on his forearm, long, deep, like a knife had sliced it. Like a form of defence. Examining it closer, your breath hitched.
Shit, that was bad.
But he acted so casual you would've never known.
Not long after, your eyes started to get heavy as you laid back, a daunting, doomed feeling settled in your stomach. Like you've gotten yourself in a situation you can't get out of, like your cards have already been set out for you.
You stumbled home from school, cheer practice have had run insanely late. The night air was dark, sinister, and insanely tense.
You were too tired to be bothered anymore, trying to ignore those shivers and chills running down your nerves like a track marathon. The heavy breeze wasn't helping either.
That is,
until you felt a familiar arm pull you back on the empty alley street. You instantly hit a brick wall, back making a loud
CRACK!
Pain rushed through what felt like your broken spine.
Your eyes opened up wide, looking up and seeing that damn GhostFace mask. He was wearing a tight black t shirt and black sweats.
You noticed the scar on his arm almost instantly, it felt like too much to handle at once. The same. exact. scar. Fresh, bleeding, red.
"Malachi." you managed to get out of your lungs.
"You're the killer?"
You couldn't see his face, but you were almost sure you could see his eyes widen and eyebrows lift.
"Y/N. You weren't supposed to know."
He stepped closer, each movement calm but deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. Your chest heaved; every instinct screamed to run, but your legs refused to obey.
“I… I don’t understand,” you stammered, voice trembling. “Why… why would you—”
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he said, voice low, almost gentle. “I wanted to protect you… from them, from me.”
The metallic scent hit you stronger now, the same one you’d noticed in your room, in his presence. Your stomach twisted. Protect you? You could barely breathe.
“You… you’ve killed people,” you whispered, tears threatening. “How… how could you?”
He crouched slightly, lowering himself to your level, as if trying to calm you. “I have reasons, Y/N. Things you wouldn’t understand yet.”
Your mind scrambled, piecing together everything—the nights, the little inconsistencies, the fear that had never left your gut. And still… there was Malachi. The boy who had made you laugh, held you close, kissed your neck. He’s still here.
“I can’t believe this.”
He reached for your hand slowly, carefully. “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. Not you. But you have to trust me. Just for tonight. Just… survive.”
Your heart twisted in fear and longing. You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. But there was a part of you—the part that had spent months wrapped in his arms—that still believed him.
You swallowed, trembling. “I… I don’t know if I can.”
He leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper. “Then don’t think. Just stay with me.”
alicia speaks!
hey guys!!!
i KNOW it's not spooky season, but i've been in the mood to write something like this.
hopefully you are proud of the fic cuties!
it is quite a bit longer than my others, but more interesting in my opinionnnnnnnn hehhe
Warning!: targcest, older brother!lucerys, non con/dub con, pnv, kinda perv!reader, FEM!reader, younger-sister!reader, masturbation, all characters are 18+!, porn w plot(?), wet dream, kinda somno, both virgins, TARGCEST
Also I do not condone any of the behavior I write(since some of my fics are disturbing to some please read safely and take care of your mental health)
Summary; lucerys having dreams about his dearest sister, shame with his unwanted desire. And the days passed and he couldn't take it anymore, one night you slip into his room hearing strange noises
You had always loved your two big brothers dearly, but especially lucerys.. he was kinder, always sweet towards you and patient especially.. maybe that's why you liked him so much. But it was all innocent! Besides you had doubts, he probably never saw you in that way and never will:(( so all of will just be daydreams and wishes from the stars above.
It was just a harmless crush.
When the days passed, everything was normal and most of your time you were too busy to think about it anyways, still in the library for tutoring. Learning everything that a princess was supposed to, as much as lucerys could only see you by sometimes paths or at dinner, he missed you dearly. Maybe the reason why you had been so distant was because he was the one no longer spending time with you, he thought. His mind slowly drifted off whilst he laid on the bed, tonight was a cold one yet the soft crackling of fire lulled him to sleep....
There you were, soft and vibrant. whimpering when his hands roamed around groping everything; your chest, hips and squeezing your soft ass. His head resting on your shoulder as you whispered a pleading whine in his ear, though he couldn't hear it his gaze drifted off— lower. An odd fixation watching himself being taken by you, his eyes flickering to your face a rather pained and pleasured type that only made him want to go harder before he finally woke up.
Staring down at the clear bulge on his cotton pyjama pants, a heat flushing on his neck and cheeks rather quickly. The wet patch of his leaking tip made him wince when he stood, it feels so much- a soft whimper came out when he cleaned himself yet he still couldn't unsee that, he did have a few dreams of you but he didn't expect it to affect him this much. His cock throbbed in his hand, looking down still blushing shamefully... His thoughts clouded of you as he stroked, innocent thoughts that soon drifted.
"Fuck." He muttered, fisting his sensitive cock in his hand with a soft whimper touching his sensitive tip. The more and more he thought about you, the more desperate he felt whilst stroking himself at the thought of you- his innocent little sister, he wanted to do so many thing's that he couldn't even start which one.. he wondered if you moan sweetly when you came, or if you touch yourself thinking about him too-
That sent him over the edge, coming all over his hands and a bit on his lower abdomen. Walking to the bathroom awkwardly, his hands still sticky with his shame and the hotness on his face with shame.
But he doubts the regrets it.
Every night your watched him, it was a small habit since you were young he would always be there to tuck you in or just talk about stories. But now you were here for a different reason, that is the weird noises coming from his room.
The dreams got frequent and it was even harder to get rid of his little 'issue', at night he could only writhe and stir but too tired to really try to fix it.
Creeping inside, the small patter of your feet couldn't be heard on the tile floor whilst sneaking in.. you wanted to lay with him- since you missed him so dearly after he was too busy with his 'princely' duties to even hang out!
It made you huffy and a bit needy, crawling into his bed not really bothering to know why he was making strange noises and soft sounds.. to you it was always like a soft cooing but no way you would tell him that.
No wonder he had been making strange noises, you thought whilst hovering over him. All that you could hear was his uneven breathing, the soft wind bellowing in through slightly opened window. The cold air made you shiver, the thin cotton nightgown you had doing nothing to warm you as you looked at the rather prominent bulge on his pants- you had read these before, the things people to to find pleasure or get pregnant.. he wouldn't mind if you would just.
The thoughts trailed off as you crawled above him, straddling him as you debated for a moment as you lifted the skirt of the long nightgown. "Don't wake up brother- just let me take care of you." A soft exhale went out of him when his breeches were pulled down, his length fully hard as it was on his lower stomach; a reddish-purple on his leaking tip, a good length but the thickness made you second guess if it would even fit, but the saliva from the inside of your mouth you could only swallow, reaching out and gifting a soft tug that made him moan.
Propping up his tip between your wet folds, gently easing whilst trying to put him inside. "Hngm-" the noise made you stop a little hearing his choked whine, but the burn from his tip slowly getting sucked in you was too much. Covering your mouth, that delicious dull ache as you slowly rocked yourself trying to get more of him in.
"Don't cover your mouth." He groans softly, feeling your tight walls clenching around him and the feeling of soft squelching sounds with your slick walls were trying to fit him in.. "easy my pretty girl..." His hands resting on your hips gently moving them, a choked sound coming out of you whilst looking at him- embarrassed at being caught but he doesn't seem to want to stop.
He let out a soft hot breath, heavy eyes staying shut yet moving you to ease into him gently and slowly. "Brother m'so full." A soft moan coming out, not wanting to be loud as he fully was set inside... Gods you felt so full, a soft hitch could be sound at his breath and his brows knitted. "Keep makin' those sweet sounds for me.." he muttered, half asleep whilst you slowly bounce trying to get used of the feeling of being so stretched out. A soft whimper came from you when he gripped your hips tighter, when you kept moving his hands grew rather bold yet you didn't care the way he groped your ass or pinched your clit, your head threw back at the double stimulation as you ride him
slick trickled down your legs and every wet squelching sound whenever your pelvis his- not helping to grind on him, the tingly feeling helping your sore cunt from the relentless pace. His thumb gently rubbing your clit in an almost lazy way hips bucking making you go up when he fucked you- holding you in his arms tightly feeling the way your thighs felt tired and trembled.. "tired?" His voice rough with sleep and lust, smiling slightly hearing your whiney 'uh hu' whilst pounding you from the inside, feeling your walls twitch and clench around him feeling you so close.
"don't come for me yet."
He ordered, the stern tone shooting a wave of hottnes to your core making you whimper at the sensitivity. "But- im so close.." trying to persuade which earned you a sharp slap on the ass making you yelp, he murmured something in high valyrian chiding you to listen to him.
"Listen to your big brother.." his thrusts going deep and fast, the way it made your toes curl and eyes rolling to the back as his rhythm was replaced by feral animalistic thrusting.
It was a bit of a long time when he came but when he did his thrusts stuttered but continue, filling your little cunny with his hot cum- ruining you with the way your walls tremble and his cock wet with your slick and cum dribbling to his balls.
After cooling from both your highs he didn't let you go, cuddling and murmuring apologize for being so rough(since he noticed the bruises on your hip and wrist). "Can you stay here for the night?"
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HOPE IS REAL AND HAS BEEN RESTORED INTO THE ECOSYSTEM! I BELIEVE IN LIFE ONCE AGAIN AND WILL KEEP GOING FOR THE LOVE OF YAOI AND ALL THE OTHER STRUGGLING FUJOSHIS OUT THERE!!! HOPE IS PRESENT ONCE MORE!!!!❤️🥹👨❤️💋👨👨❤️💋👨
