made this for @alcinaslittlemaid when she told me she read my response to her in pennys voice
the actual voice lines for penny are done by me friend, same guy from past uploads :>
Pennywise has a couple of kinks but doesnât realise it. For him, itâs all instinct. Natural. A given. He is a predator, heâs always been one and that wonât ever change. He will never change for there is nothing that actually needs changing. His mate had to accept this sooner rather than later since heâs a force to be reckoned with.
He fucks like he hunts.
First, itâs entertainment for him, to elicit fear in her and excitement in both of them. He spices things up with games like hide-and-seek, kiss-chase and Marco Polo. Pennywise loves to play in the dark, which isnât exactly fair towards his mate. Considering how his skills removed any fairness from their relationship long ago, he canât find himself to care either way.Â
When he catches her - because itâs never a case of âifâ - it all evolves into a primal dance of instincts. He dominates. He wants to mark his mate. Making sure no other creature, otherworldly or not, even entertains the idea of taking what is his. So he continuously drools on her skin, rubs it in sometimes, hoping that someday, his scent will finally stick to her for good. Her neck, thighs and chest are always covered in bite marks. He prefers them over his saliva. They last longer. Theyâre also easier to notice for his more dimwitted enemies. Which is practically everyone.
While Pennywise is lost in ecstasy heâs relying more upon his five senses than his supernatural abilities. He loves to wrap his claws around her delicate neck, to feel those ragged breaths, to squeeze, to feel how he could take it all away in an instant. But he wonât. He can be quite benevolent towards his mate. He rubs his nose along her sweat-soaked skin and inhales. Buries his tongue inside her pulsating depths to taste her excitement, her arousal, her slight fear of his razor-sharp teeth and what they might do to her, should he ever lose control. Which he wonât. Not that he tells her that. Reassurance takes the fun away. Pennywise does all this and more to hear her whimper, beg and chant his name like a prayer, âcause he is everything she needs at that moment.Â
When his heat/rut comes into play once or twice a year (or heâs responding to her fertile days), breeding is at the forefront of his mind, and he will share his thoughts and intentions with her.Â
a pennywise scenario that haunts me so I'll just share it
- you hadn't been too excited when he dragged you into the sewers
- sure it was his home and it did have a certain intimacy but still, sewers
- he doesn't pay attention to you or any of your protests as he tumbles around, letting himself fall backwards
- you watch him, confused at his weird behaviour but let's be real when did he ever behave anything but weird
- he stops his little fall midair, his body starting to float, head falling backwards to meet your gaze
- his face lights up and a wide toothy grin appears on his face as he stretches out his hand towards you
- "float with me human"
- you sigh, defeated as you know too well he won't bring you home just now, maybe he wouldn't even let you go
- you remember that one time he had dragged you here, growling and hissing at you when you tried to leave, gripping you tightly with razor sharp claws ... all because he couldn't just tell you that he wants you to stay with him at a place he's most comfortable
- rolling your eyes you take his hand, for a moment the world spins and you feel weightless
- you're right above him, his hand still holding yours and you're scared as he attempts to let go of it
- "don't! p-please Pen ..."
- he giggles, amused at your uneasiness
- "don't you humans crave this? to float, to fly?"
- you grumble, annoyed that for the millionth time he teases you knowing damn well that you don't like the feeling of helplessly floating around
- you start feeling your weight as he pulls you towards him, making you sit on his stomach
- he bends his legs for you to lean back against them
- his hands drop to your thighs, squeezing lightly while his golden orbs watch your lips curling to a smile
- you sigh again, relaxing at the heavy feeling of gravity pulling you into the comfort of your lovers body underneath you
- you let your head fall back on top of his knees as you watch whole galaxies appear right in front of your eyes, filling the whole room until there's nothing left giving away where you truly are
- he watches your face closely, tasting the sweetness of your joy and admiration for the tiny stars and planets floating around you
- you reach out to poke one of glowing stars, feeling it's warmth like the flame of a candle so real
- you feel the warmth of your love and affection for the eldritch being spreading through your whole body
- when you look back at him you're met with his golden eyes, glowing brighter than any of the stars he created
- you can see his true being shining in them, radiating something so different yet it feels like love in it's purest form
- his eyes closes and his body starts vibrating, barely noticeable, almost like purring
- no matter how stunning his illusions were, nothing could ever beat the feeling of him letting down his guard like that, trusting you with his life
âThere was a scene we shot that was a flashback from the 1600s, before Pennywise [was Pennywise],â explains Skarsgard. âThe scene turned out really, really disturbing. And Iâm not the clown. I look more like myselfâŚâ
can you write something about jealous!Pennywise? maybe some marking like bites and shit like that??
I'm finally back!! sorry it took long I was busy!!
TW: nsfw, blood, body gore
Word count: (1.7k+)
"How come they never let you go out alone? Do I look like a murderer that much?" Dave asks, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you shrug.
"Both my parents andâŚmy best friend are missing. Richie's just worried about my safety, I guess." Dave hums, nodding his head slightly.
"Got it. Well, if anything happens, I'm here." You chuckle at the offer and nod, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Dave stops abruptly, grabbing your wrist and tilting his head down to look you in the eye.
"What--" you don't have time to finish the sentence as his lips crash on yours, his hands tighten around your hips as you both back away into the dark alley, Dave pins you against the wall, he pushes one of his thighs between your legs, and it's just as his mouth moves down your neck that you hear a voice.
"Your mother never taught you not to take other people's belongings, Davey?" Dave whirls around, eyes narrowed suspiciously, his fingers tightening protectively around your hips.
"Can I help you?" he asks the man who appears in front of him, his hands are buried in his pockets and his back is bent in a springy position. Pennywise approaches you and grabs your arm, pulling you towards him under the astonished gaze of Dave, who immediately addresses him.
"What the fuck, man? Who do you think you are?" Out of the corner of your eye you can see Pennywise grinning almost gleefully, he extends a hand to him with feigned kindness.
"Robert Gray, at your service. Now if you'll excuse us." In his human form, Pennywise turns around, still squeezing your arm, and starts to walk away, under the shocked gaze of Dave, who looks like a fish out of water.
"Y/n, what the fuck is going on?" he finally inquires, craving answers, his mouth slightly parted in a stunned expression.
"I don't... Look, I'll explain everything to you, I promise." you assure him, letting Pennywise drag you away, a low growl bubbling in his throat as he does. As you turn around the corner, you plant your feet and blurt out.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Pennywise covers your mouth with his hand, his blue eyes gleaming gold as his lips come close to your ear.
"You better watch your tongue, pet. I'm seething already." And with a snap of his fingers, you're both in your room, Pennywise grabs you by the hips and viciously throws you onto the bed.
"What the hell are you doing? Richie was behind us, he must have seen us, he might come in and--" your sentence is cut short as Pennywise, back in his clown form, abruptly lands on top of your body, taking your breath away.
"They only see what I want them to see." he snarls, one hand yanks your shirt off, some buttons fall clacking to the floor. He buries his nose against the skin of your shoulder, you hear him grumble angrily.
"I ordered you not to go out with filthy humans anymore." his lips brutally drag against your skin as he begins to slam his crotch against yours in slow strokes.
"And I told you I don't really like following orders." you stammer as you feel his rough tongue begin to lick your skin, the bite mark he left on you that was covered by concealer now visible again.
"Oh, what a naughty pet you've been. Covering my mark like that⌠thought you could get away with Little Davey? Did you think I'd let you?" The question is rhetorical and you can't even answer because Pennywise crawls down from your body, taking off your pants with a jerk and, noticing that you're not wearing underwear, he glares at you.
"Oh yes, you certainly did." he clicks his tongue in disgust and disappointment, writhing in on himself until you can only see his eyes and a shock of red hair peek out between your spread legs. Even though his clown form is remotely humanoid, the golden glow of his gaze is far from human, he's hungry and furious.
"Scream and I'll rip your arm off." he warns you, no hint of playfulness or teasing in his tone, you blink quickly as if that might be enough to prepare you for the worst. You watch tensely as one of his hands lets his claws out, they trace a trail from the skin of your neck to the one just below your navel, a touch so light it makes you shiver. Time seems to stop when one of his claws begins to dig lightly into your flesh, you let out a startled yelp, he glares at you to remind you of his warning. His finger moves slowly across your skin, carving small rune-like letters you can't translate, your head falls back on the pillow as you let the warm sensation that is rising from the painful experience spread through your entire body. When he finishes carving, he sighs with satisfaction, his tongue sweeping over each rune to lick off the blood that drips from them.
"Look at you, just letting me do this to you without objection, so obedient. So pretty for me." he whines, a sinister smile on his face, as he pulls himself up from the mattress to admire his work, he runs one of his fingers, almost fondly, over the writing on your skin. You moan as, eyes narrowed in expectation, you feel him crawl up onto your body again, so close he could sit on your chest, your face practically against his crotch. You look up at him, your hands tighten around his calves, and he stares back, lids almost completely closed as he peers down at you. One of his hands reaches for your cheek, caressing it almost affectionately at first, then grabbing it with more force, he lowers his face towards yours.
"I also told you I don't like when you misbehave, didn't I?" he asks when you complain at his hard grip on your cheeks.
"Do you think you deserve kindness, pet?" he continues, pushing the tip of his thumb between your lips, you give it a swift suck, blinking quickly with feigned innocence. Pennywise can't hold back a grin, his free hand moves to the zipper of his trousers, which then disappear with a snap of his fingers, as you've seen him do so many times, his monstrous body seen from your perspective always has something divine which he can never completely free himself from.
"Oh, I know exactly what you deserve..." he murmurs, arching his back and starting to stroke his tentacle-like cock slowly, his hips having sudden spasms that bring him dangerously close to your mouth from time to time. Your legs start to tremble since you don't know if you'll be able to do much in this position, utterly uncomfortable for you, he's the only one able to move being on top of you, and since you're stuck between his body and the mattress. Pennywise grunts under his breath, his thumb caressing the tip from which a little precum is already oozing out.
"Open." he orders you, narrowing his eyes and digging a hand into your hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling your face slightly upwards. You can't and won't do anything but obey, letting his cock slide between your lips with ease, the sound of your squelchy saliva ringing in your ears.
"That's it, good. Take me, alllll the way. Tastes good?" he asks, you can see how his eyes roll back in pleasure, so you nod frantically, so much so that your teeth involuntarily rub against his oversensitive skin, which makes him groan and thrust into your mouth.
"Don't bite, or I will bite you." you know he's not kidding so you suck on his cock harder in search of magnanimity and he seems to like it as his grip on your hair tightens, his fingers pressing against the back of your head to propel you further forward. After a few minutes you hear him panting, and you can't help but moan when you see his body on top of yours covered in a light layer of glistening sweat, which makes him shine even in the dark of night. Pennywise frowns, his hips shaking, and you feel his knees give out for a split second, your palms clasped around his calves feel the tendons tense.
"So good for me." you hear him mumble, he then grabs your shoulders and pushes you further down, throwing the pillow away so that your head now lays solely on the mattress, depriving you of the only advantage you had over him, now completely blocked and at his mercy.
"Now stay still and let Pennywise fuck your pretty mouth, mh?" Without waiting for an answer, he arches his back and leans on his arms to sink into you, thrusting in and out, up and down as if he were doing push-ups. You choke around his cock more than once, unable to move or slow his pace, and that seems to turn him on even more, he thrusts into your mouth until the tip caresses your throat, stimulating your gag reflex, and sits still in that position for a few seconds, as if it were a plug, if your eyes weren't veiled with tears you would be able to see his teeth becoming sharper as his pleasure increases. With a broken moan, he cums
into your mouth, but he doesn't stop moving his hips, making sure to pump every single drop down your throat. When he collapses on you, after almost affectionately wiping the corners of your mouth, you hear him purr, his nose nuzzles up against your neck, and you can't help but run a hand through his ginger hair, which makes him mumble in a language you don't know.
"What do those runes mean, by the way?" you ask, referring to the writing he engraved on your belly, Pennywise shakes his head slightly and purrs even louder, his teeth gliding over your skin delicately, without malicious intentions.
"It means everything and it means
nothing." he then mumbles, his arms wrap around your waist possessively, you can't help but roll his eyes.
Shut him up with my what?? Imma stretching that long ass tongue like a tape measure and tie it in a knot so he struggles at untangle it. or chomps it off and grew a new one like a lizard...
Even though Pennywise spent millennia on earth, procreation was never at the forefront of his mind. He only observed humans and studied their reproductive activity for a little while, making sure his food supply wouldnât suddenly run out. He was pretty sure to be the only one of his kind on earth, which made him further ignore futile thoughts about his legacy. Pennywise would never die anyway, so why waste energy on something that canât or doesnât need to be achieved?Â
Against his better judgement, this mindset changed when his mate came into his life. And as if her being human didnât cause enough problems, his instincts were slowly but surely running amok. It was driving him mad. No longer was feasting on prey his first priority. Now, filthy thoughts started to plague Pennywise. He knew it shouldnât be possible. Breeding a human shouldnât work. However, that didnât stop him from trying.
While he was normally fucking his mate at her own home, breeding was⌠different. He wanted, no, demanded to do it in his lair. It meant seclusion. It meant safety. It was his territory and no competitor would dare intrude on them in such an intimate and vulnerable moment. Pennywise was never someone who wanted to share what was his, but this possessive behaviour was dialled up as soon as his mateâs feet touched the ground of his inner sanctum. His instincts took over and he was overwhelmed with everything she represented. Pennywise needed to feel every inch of her. Whereas in normal acts of intercourse he was a giggling fool, he now only growled and moaned against her slick skin; covered in sweat and his own drool.Â
His jokes were replaced by burning need and sloppy bites, marking her body inside and out as he rolled his twitching hips against her. At that moment, children could come running up to him, tasting of the most delicious fear, and he wouldnât have been able to stop himself from thrusting into his mate with abandon, even if he wanted to. Pennywise was obsessed. Vaguely aware of sharp teeth emerging from his gums, he chased after his own release, after the voice inside his head, telling him to make her belly grow with his brood.Â
His hips started to stutter, the tip of his dick began to flare and swell, and he couldnât help but hiss into his mateâs neck as he buried himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed relentlessly inside her, coating her inner walls in ropes of thick cum for what felt like minutes. Normally, heâd get up and leave, but now, he wouldnât move. He was plugging her up. Stopping precious seed from leaking out of her. And while both tried to catch their breath, Pennywise whispered in her ear, calming her rapid heartbeat with words he never thought heâd ever say.Â
Liked that? This is from my headcanon prompt list. Feel free to check it out!
> https://deep-down-with-the-sewer-clown.tumblr.com/post/187822232571/pennywise-headcanon-asks
âI just wanted to request a fic where Penny knows the reader is obsessed with his gloves ⌠then you know what happensâ
Requested by @hauntedneibolt â¤ď¸
A/N - My first properly written fanfiction (finally) I know you guys have been waiting for me to write something for ages đ  Please excuse my somewhat bad grammar, English isnât my main languageÂ
Warnings - Light Cussing, Spanking, Hand Kink ..
Being with Penny had itâs good moments & bad moments. His animalistic self and your soft personality werenât a great match, but you wouldnât change it for the world. He bought out a different side of you. Perhaps you could call it your âwildâ side? All it taked was one hard fuck session and that clown bought you to your knees, begging for more.Â
One thing you had noticed about yourself, was you had a thing for Pennyâs hands. Gloved or not. Ughh the way his clawed fingers would tear through the soft white fabric sent shivers down your spine. The way his nails would dig into your hips when heâd fuck you from behind, it felt like heaven.
Penny had been gone all day and you were aching for his touch. You wouldnât dare touch yourself without his permission, last time that happened you suffered the âsevereâ consiquences.Â
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of footsteps sloshing through the sewer water. Pennywise was back. Without thinking, you started to moan loudly as your hand slid down into your shorts. Your fingers rubbing small circles on your clit. Just as you were about to have an Orgasm, you were ripped from your trance by shouting.
âWhat did i tell you about touching yourself without permission, little one?â Penny growled as he marched over, grabbing your arm. You didnât wanna hear his lecture again like last time, so you proceeded forward.
You leaned forward, looking closely at his gloved hand that was grasping your wrist, inspecting every stitch that led the fabric together.Â
You looked up at him from under your eyelashes, his eyes were glowing a soft yellow. You could hear the low growls coming from his throat. You were expecting him to have ripped your arm off by now for playing him around like this, but he didnât do that. You pulled your tongue out and started to lick along his gloved fingers, softly moaning as you did so, looking up at Pennywise every so often. Pennyâs claws ripped through the fabric of his gloves, but that didnât stop you from taking his fingers into your mouth.Â
Suddenly your actions were stopped by Penny sitting himself down and dragging you across his lap so you were on your stomach. Penny pulled your shorts down to reveal your panties.
âWell, would you look at that? Your wearing red, my favourite colour!â Pennywise cooed as he rubbed his only gloved hand over your bum gently.Â
In a split second you felt his hand slam down onto your bear skin, which caused your body to jerk forward as you cried out in pain.Â
âOh Princess, you really think iâd let you get away with such a devious act? You know the rules. NO. TOUCHING. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION!â Penny roared as each word he spoke, his hand smacked down onto your ass. The last one sent an odd wave of pleasure through your body.Â
âMore⌠G-give m-me more. I want t-to feel y-your gloves, They f-fee ⌠Dd-daddyâ You moaned.Â
âOh i get it now! You naughty little girl. Princess has a thing for Olâ Pennyâs gloves huh?â P sneered. He took his remaining glove off and ran it gently over your skin. You arched your back at the sensation of the soft, but textured fabric skimming across the newly red, and sensitive skin on your ass.Â
You could feel Pennyâs crotch becoming harder and harder as each second passed. You were yearning to feel him, in your mouth AND inside of you.Â
Pennywise ripped you from his lap and layed you down on the old mattress you and him shared. You could feel your face turn a bright shade of red as Pennywise started to strip himself of his attire, right there in front of you.Â
âOh donât you worry baby, Daddywise isnât finished with you yet ..â
I hope you guys enjoyed this very POOrly written fanfiction and @hauntedneibolt I hope your request from me was good enough! If anyone has more requests then hit up my Ask Box <3Â
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