#sub pennywise

[prettysubpenny]

Wrapping

Reader x Pennywise, X'mas again, last one for the year. Reader is gender neutral. Some dom reader/sub Penny undertones. Nothing nsfw tho. -x- You come home after a long hard day to wrapping paper strewn everywhere. It's all through the hallways and the kitchen, and of course the living room where the tree is, with what used to be boxes with presents wrapped with pretty holiday themed paper waiting for Christmas morning.. But now, those boxes have been torn into, sparkly gold, silver, red and green paper shredded everywhere and the various gifts tossed about. It's like Santa's Workshop threw up in your living room. You narrow your eyes and look around for the culprit. First you spot your cat, curled up and asleep on her favorite chair and probably not the guilty party. "Penny?" You call sternly, but hear no reply. "Penny?" You try again and manage to catch the sound of jingling bells in the way of the bedroom. You look that way, but there's no giant guilty clown. "Pennywise!" The jingling of bells again, this time right above you. You look up at the ceiling to see the sheepishly grinning clown causually crawling along the ceiling like a monstrous spider, head nearly turning all the way around like some Exorcist shit. It would be a down right horrifying sight to behold for some people, but it's nothing to you, you're used to this kind of thing, dating an other worldly alien clown monster is just your kind of normal. You narrow your eyes and scowl at him. "Get down." You command firmly, teeth clinched. "No." Because he knows you're mad at him. "Why did you do this?" You demand, crossing your arms. "What?" Penny smiles innocently. You twitch and motion to around the room and the mess made. "This!" "Oh. I promise I was gonna clean it up, human. You just came back too soon." He grins and bats his eyes sweetly. You wish he hadn't learned that trick, like ever. It wasn't fair. He was too cute. "Then get down and do it. I worked hard wrapping those. Why did you shred them to pieces?" You demand. Penny has flipped down from the ceiling to his feet with ease, jingling as he stretches his long limbs and shakes himself to loosen up. "They were pretty." "Yes. They're supposed to be, they're supposed to sit and look pretty like decorations until Christmas to be unwrapped. But you murdered them." You say calmly. Penny points at the cat, who awoke from her snooze long enough to glare at the clown as he pointed at her and said. "It was her fault. Filthy creature. She made me do it." The cat merely hisses at him and then stretches, curling back up and going back to sleep. She wasn't intimidated by the clown. "Really? The cat made you? Do you expect me to believe that..?" By the time you've finished speaking, he's disappeared again, leaving you to sigh. "You're going to clean this up. I'm going to take a bath, and it better be fixed when I get out." "Ooh, a bath..? Can I help..?" He appears suddenly, tenting his fingers together, expression on his face hopeful. "No. Fix. This. Mess. And you're not allowed to use your powers. I want you to rewrap every single one of these yourself." He glares, full blood red lips twitching into a snarl. He watched you wrap them, he knows how hard it is. He doesn't want to do it by hand. He could also tear you apart just as easy as the presents. "I'm not going to." "Oh, yes, you are. I want them all wrapped and pretty by the time I get out, or there will be dire consequences." And you shove right past to go to the bathroom. You are not in the mood for this shit. Penny grumbles but bends down to sort through the mess, picking out the gifts and setting them aside before picking up all the shredded paper. That was the easy part.. Your bath was relaxing, the hot water and the steam just what you needed. You dry off and dry your hair and get into some soft pajamas. You just want to go and forage for food and watch something stupid on tv and rest. But you cone out to find the tall clown sitting in the floor, hunched over and fighting with a present. He's grumbling to himself and cursing. "Fucking humans and their stupid holidays. This is silly. Why do humans torture themselves with this? Why am I doing this? All for that tiny human. I-" He stops when he senses you standing there, leaned up against the doorway, arms crossed and grinning. "Now you see why I'm mad." You laugh. Penny scowls evily, he even shows his sharp shark-like teeth. "I don't want to do this." You show no fear. You have no reason. If he was going to kill you, he'd already done it and wouldn't take your shit. "Yes, you are. I told you before I left this morning not to touch them and you destroyed them. You're being punished." He visibly twitches, lips curling into a smirk. "This isn't like your other punishments. This isn't fun. We can do one of the other ones." He perks up and nods, cute and creepy smile forming on his pouty and strangely alluring lips. You want to kiss them. But.. "No, that would be a reward. This is an actual punishment and you don't get the other punishment until you're finished with this one." You head over to the couch and sit down, propping your feet up and hand going down to stroke your cat as she slinks over and curls up in your lap. Penny turns a vicious look at the cat. He doesn't like when she's in your lap being petted and he's not. He's jealous of the cat, it's both cute and annoying. You're often worried he will eventually hurt her, but he hasn't so far. "Penny..?" You stress the clown's name. "Get to work." The clown pouts now, but humors you and starts wrapping again. He isn't successful at it, the paper rips easily, especially when he gets mad and his claws come out. His frustrated growls are a turn on though, and you hate to admit how much you're enjoying this. The tape also gets stuck to his gloves instead of the paper. And you can't help but laugh when he gets the tape and paper attached to the frilly sleeve of his costume and begins trying to frantically shake it off. "Don't mock me!" He scowls, eyes glowing the golden red that they usually do when he's mad, or about to tear into someone, or horny.. Right now he's angry and obviously agitated. You sigh and gently move the cat off your lap, she gives an annoyed meow and curls back up on another cushion. You get down in the floor with him and grab a box. "Here, let me show you how to do it easily." Folding the ends can be difficult, after all.. But Penny gets it pretty quickly and soon becomes an artist at wrapping. In no time he has them all wrapped and placed neatly under the tree. He does the whole dusting his hands off when he's finished thing. "There. That was easy." He purrs, crawling across your lap as you sit on the couch. He makes himself light especially for you so he doesn't crush you since he's much larger and heavier. You appreciate it. If he's feeling playful he'll deliberately make himself heavy. "Sure, Penny, sure." You say, stroking his hair and making him purr. Your cat casts an irritated glare his way and then loses interest and begins grooming herself instead. Penny turns himself over and snuggles down against your lap. "So, human, what was that about other punishments?" He bats his eyes again, lips parted and curled at the sides. You sigh. You really wish he had never learned that. It just melts you inside. Looking out the window, you see it's began to show heavily. Well, having the pretty clown boy wrapped all around you would keep you warm. -x- Okay, last X'mas one for this season. I came up with it while wrapping presents. And while dealing with the frustration of wrapping them, so I amused myself thinking of Penny just curled up in a ball in a corner, rocking back and forth and muttering why would humans torture themselves with such a tradition.

[terrahfry]

I wanna make a sub!17Pennywise blog, to repost nsfw fanart, fics, maybe write some of my own. I doubt anyone would be interested, except for me, I just like a bottom!New Penny, I want him to be my pet, lol. I don't want to be dominated by him or call him daddy. But it's totally okay for the ones that do, to each their own fantasies, but mine are just rare, lol. I feel kinda alone in my obsessions. Eh...

[prettysubpenny]

Reader x Pennywise - When You Come Back

Reader can be any gender. I call Penny a he. You come back after being gone awhile to a darkly playful clown boi. Fear and fluff.

-x-

You had to leave Derry for a few days and had the task of explaining to your favorite sewer clown that you’d be gone for a little while. It’s not that you wanted to go off and leave him, you had to and you’d be back.

Naturally he pouts about it. Wonders why he can’t just go with you.

“Have you ever even left Derry, Penny?”

A tilt of the head and a scowl. Like he couldn’t change locations if he wanted to.

“Nevermind. I have to go alone, I’m sorry. I can’t have you there to distract me. It’s important business.”

You don’t mean it to sound so harsh. Luckily, he understands, but he’s not happy about it at all.

“Okay, remember the phone I gave you? I’ll call, when it rings it’ll say it’s me, answer with the green button.”

You call, but he never answers. Damn pouty drama queen.

You’re gone a week.

When you get home, it’s quiet. You had half expected to be pounced on, but that doesn’t happen.

You huff. Fine, let him be that way. You need to unpack and shower and relax a bit anyway. Penny will come around when he wants to. You’re not going to go to the sewers and beg him. He knows you don’t beg.

After you’ve unpacked and showered and had dinner, watched some crappy tv and did all your other nightly rituals, you get in bed and try to fall asleep.

It’s not easy. The shit with Penny is bugging you. You haven’t seen one sign of him since you got back. Why was he being so whiny? He’s usually only whiny during sex, and then it’s a good kind of whiny, a whiny you like. You don’t like this whiny.

It’s quiet. Very very quiet, and that strikes you as odd. Especially since it’s the thickest quiet you’ve ever heard. The cliche of ‘too quiet.’

Then you hear it, a cracking sound. It’s very small at first and you think it’s just the house settling.

It’s no big deal at first. But then the cracking gets louder, like the sound of plaster splitting apart. You sit up and look around, but see nothing. The sound is right across the room but the wall looks fine.

You’d think nothing of it, being involved with a murderous clown who likes scaring people. You’d think it was another trick. But if not, then you could have rats or maybe the house was falling apart and you can’t deal with that right now.

Then you see it. The wall across the room begins with a hairline crack that grows, the spidery lines splitting across the white painted wall into a web of broken plaster.

You rub your eyes and groan. Not this shit.

Not again.

The center of the crack breaks off and pushing through it are hundreds of hairy black nightmares you’d rather not deal with.

Spiders.

You hate spiders.

You’re terrified of spiders.

And here they are, crawling all over each other out of the dark opening of the crack, skittering their way towards the bed.

You jump and basically prepare to climb the wall as they get closer, so many spiders, so many legs. You let out a scream and curl into a ball as they begin climbing up the bed posts.

“Penny, you cut this shit out right now! I’m not playing, make them stop!”

Naturally this is accompanied by that signature laugh. It’s funny to him.

But it stops. All at once. The demon creatures disappear and the crack seals itself up, never there, good as new.

You sit breathing heavily in your bed. The fact that that little shit knows what your worst fear is is torture.

You get up and go to the bathroom, shaking and twitching all over. They never touch you, they never have to. But still you can feel them crawling all over you. You rake your fingers through your hair and wash your face, taking deep breaths to calm down.

“Fucking clown..”

As you head back to bed to check all the covers a million times before getting under them, you scream again as a much larger and excitable creature jumps out at you and pounces on you, giggling gleefully.

Fucking clown.

You’re laying on your back on the floor now, staring up at the ceiling while Pennywise straddles your waist, purring and sitting on top of you like his six-foot-five ass weighs nothing.

A gloved hand is on each side of your head on the floor as the large creature bends down. “I missed you.” He hisses.

And a long slithery tongue comes out to lick up your cheek, giggling when you make a face. Gross. Now you’re covered in clown drool.

“I thought you’d never get back.” He nuzzles you.

“I told you I’d be back. Let me up.”

He shakes his head, bells on what you call his Victorian doll costume jingling. “No.”

And of course he’s so wiggly, so happy now. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. And you smile to yourself as you think about him with a tail, a shaggy orangish red tail to match his hair, swishing back and forth.

He kisses you, those full cherry red lips pressing against yours, softly at first before it becomes a mess of teeth and slobber. You take that moment to reach up and grab his hair and yank hard.

He only purrs and wiggles his hips. He’s getting heavy now. If only you had the leash. But then, what good would that do? If Penny doesn’t want to mind, he doesn’t mind, he’s a brat like that. Really, he’s a giant fucking alley cat who likes to come around for pets and scraps.

So instead you raise your hips and grind up into his, gaining another purr. He pulls back and flicks the tip of his tongue out to lick your nose.

“You do know I’m going to have to punish you for that spider thing.” It’s not even a question.

A smile splits across his face at that.

“Later though. I’m tired. I didn’t get a 27 year nap.” You yawn.

Penny merely shrugs and gets off you, helping you up and taking you to bed, curling around you so you can’t go anywhere else.

“Sleep, my precious little human.” He hums, snuggling you. He giggles. “Mine.”

You flush and growl. He giggles at your growl. You hate when he calls you little. But he does make you feel safe.

When he’s not the one terrifying you, that is..

“By the way, why didn’t you answer when I called?” You ask.

“…..uhh..?”

“You destroyed the phone as soon as I left, didn’t you?”

A pause. He buries his face in the back of your neck.

“Penny..?”

A huff. “I hate those things.”

You sigh.

Fucking clown.

[prettysubpenny]

X'mas Decorating

Reader x Pennywise - reader’s gender isn’t specified. Holiday decorating with an adorably menacing clown boi. Bells, lights and a pouty Pennywise. Also, inspired by the Santa Penny fanart and this post. https://kinkypennywise.tumblr.com/post/167111216904/im-keeping-this-one-penny-you-laugh-holding Because it’s so cute.

-x-

It was that time of year again when Halloween was over and X'mas began. It was just November, and November was still fall and you had Thanksgiving to go through yet, but had to face it, X'mas had been pushing through and taking over since like July and now it was making full force of its presence. You loved X'mas, you just wish it didn’t root out Halloween so quickly.

Now with Halloween and fall decorations packed away and sent back to storage, it was time to go through the arduous task of putting up the X'mas decorum. Some if it you have had since childhood, precious ornaments and figurines you wouldn’t want broken or destroyed. Then there were lots of other decorations like Santas and snowmen. And then lots of really creepy elves and nutcrackers. You only liked nutcrackers because they were weird and creepy as fuck.

You had all those up and now had your attention on the tree. And to the tall clown that sat hunched over in your living room floor fighting with the pesky tangled X'mas lights. Penny was trying to get them untangled to put on the tree and wasn’t fairing too well at it. It was quite amusing to watch him pull and tug at the offending lights, growling in frustration. Somehow he had them loosely wrapped around his neck and shoulders, his lap full of them.

The strings of lights were also plugged up, so they were all twinkling different festive colors. You had put a typical red and white Santa hat on him earlier too that he still wore, his orangish-red hair sticking out from under it and almost clashing, but looking adorable all the same. It was a sight you wanted to remember.

You snapped a picture and giggled. At the flash, Penny’s blue eyes got wide and he turned a glare up at you, full cherry colored lips drawn in an unhappy grimace. “Erase that. Now.”

“No. I’m keeping it. Might even let it be the X'mas card this year.”

You snapped another picture and Penny growled before pouting furiously. Full red lips curled downward in the most pitiful frown. You snapped a third picture and Penny merely turned his head and grumbled, going back to the lights.

“Why do you humans torture yourself with this?” He asked, picking up the lights in his lap as reference.

You shrugged. “They’re pretty.”

And your siblings had always loved them. They were grown now with kids of their own and now they loved them. You loved them. You didn’t have a kid of your own, you had a giant monster alien clown boy to pet and look after and cuddle and fuck. That’s all you wanted.

This was your first holiday season with Penny and he didn’t know much about X'mas personally. It wasn’t his holiday, but you loved it, and he wanted to help you. He had originally started with putting up and assembling the tree.. You’re glad you weren’t attached to the one from last year, because he destroyed that in his frustration and you had to go out and buy a new one. You set that one up yourself three hours ago and was still waiting on the lights to wrap around it. So far they had only gotten wrapped around a distressed Pennywise.

“You could help instead of laughing, human.” He said darkly. But then whined in agitation and threw the lights down, scowling at them menacingly.

You took another picture quietly with the flash and shutter sound off so to not alert the mully clown. You then sighed and got down in the floor with him to help him untangle the damn lights. How you hated this part.

You got the lights untangled much quicker together. And even though you did most of the work, Penny took credit for it.

“See? I told you I could get them.” He looked so proud of himself, smiling and costume jingling as he wiggled. It was too cute.

“Yeah. Now let’s get them on.” You said.

Penny’s smile dissolved to another frown.

You both got the lights wrapped around the branches of the tree sloppily and messed up in places that you tried to fix, but decided to forget so you could start on the ornaments. Penny was plenty tall enough to put the star on top of the tree. He liked to grin like a satisfied chesire cat when he could get something that was out of your reach because you were too short to do it. Smug bitch that he was. You let it slide though, it made him feel useful and it made you feel good to be able to point at something and have a taller being get it without the hassel of getting a chair to stand in.

Penny then got real involved with the ornaments and basically took over. You handed them to him and he put them where he wanted them. He was like a little kid, giggling and so proud that he was helping his favorite human. It was adorable and made you feel that gross warm fuzziness inside.

You don’t let him touch the more important ornaments, the ones with sentimental value. He pouts viciously at this.

“I won’t break it.” He hisses through clinched teeth.

“No. Go sit down, I’m almost done.” You say, pointing to the floor mindlessly.

He does go sit down, stomping over to the place and growing a bit bigger before he sits crossed-legged with his head resting on his fist as his elbow is propped up on his thigh, grumbling under his breath and watching you through slit amber eyes. He likes to go big when you command him outside the bedroom, it’s like he’s saying ‘look at me, I’m bigger than you. I’m more threatening.’

Yeah well, he was. He could swallow you whole in one try, fucking literally. But he still minds, even if bitterly, because he really doesn’t want to upset you. You are his favorite human, and he’ll humor you by doing what you say. It touches you really.

Before you’re even done, Penny has returned to his regular, but still imposing size, and has found your red plastic ball chain necklace with the red and green bells on them. He amuses himself by making them jingle and giggling.

He puts them around his neck and continues to play with them until you’re done.

-x-

I wanna write more X'mas fluff. :3 I have a love-hate relationship with nutcrackers. I do love X'mas, even though I’m far from religious. For me, the holidays are about family and caring, and eggnog. Happy Thanksgiving, btw.

[prettysubpenny]

Two Cents Preferences

90s Pennywise isn't personally my thing sexually as a self insert. I love the character, I love Tim Curry, don't get me wrong, they're awesome and deserve love. But I do prefer 90s Penny as the dom and the top in Two Cents, which I love. I love when Old Penny has New Penny in a collar and on a leash as well. I also love when they bicker like an old married couple and New Penny tries Papa's patience and is a little brat. I prefer 90s Penny being Papawise. (However, when Papa Penny is New Penny's parent, I don't want anything sexual between them, tho I love a parental Two Pennies relationship as well.) And yes, I love the concept that both Pennies can exist in the same universe somehow. So just cuz I prefer New Penny, I don't want Papa left out.

[prettysubpenny]

Submissive Pennywise Preference

For me, I love the idea of New Penny being submissive to a character of his own free will. Not because the character beats him into it, bests him, or because he’s weak. We all know Penny has weaknesses the same as any character or monster, but we also know he’s powerful, he’s strong, he can bend shit at his will. He has frightening shark teeth and terrifying claws. For him to be submissive because his s/o has earned his trust, or because he just likes it, needs it, yeah, I freaking love that. In BDSM I always loved the concept of it being all about trust. The sub trusts the dom to give them what they need and take care of them, and trusts them to stop when they use their safe word and have had too much. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, and it’s beautiful to me that way. One wouldn’t have to worry about actually physically hurting Penny just through rough sex or choking, but we’ve seen that he is a creature who can be hurt- Beverly shoving the fence post thru his head made him whine pitifully and did damage, as well as pissing him off, it hurt him. He can still be hurt with shit like this, and he trusts his s/o not to impale him on objects or test his patience too far, or betray him in anyway to break that trust. They’ve earned that. Yeah, I love that HC. He willingly submits to his s/o, even though he could shred them to bits and eat them whole. To command a dangerous monster who trusts you, that’s my shit right there.

[prettysubpenny]

Depending, I might post the fic I just posted to AO3 later, it doesn't have enough sub Penny, bottom Penny, or Penny getting pegged, lol. I also want to write some slash later maybe.