Brace Yourself (Chapter 3/?) Pennywise/Reader
Notes:
Hello, sorry this has taken so long. I am pretty busy with school, so I don't get much time to write. But I really hope you like this.
-Pennywise acting like a cat (cute)
-Pennywise being mean
-Reader being very dumb but also probably doing what we'd all do tbh (falling into pw's trap)
-More themes of depression and anxiety
-Horny stuff
Enjoy!
@lolita175
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You were a damn fool.
It took everything in you to resist going into the barrens that day after you talked to Bill. Pacing your room and staring at your car from the window for hours. You procrastinated, tried to pretend you didn’t wanna go.
You said it over and over again to yourself.
I don’t need to go. I don’t need to.
And it was a fabulous lie. Because all you could feel in your bones, like a deep hollow pit that consumed your body, was that you really really wanted to.
What did you actually need? You weren’t sure.
But the allurement of not having to ask, to have it all answered for you, was tickling the back of your neck and beckoning you closer.
Closer to the woods edge, then through the thick trees and damp ground, packed with dead leaves and mud.
You could feel your better judgment slipping from your grip, as you walked briskly past the kitchen, lying to your parents about where you were going.
You knew it was wrong and it was dangerous, but it was exhilarating to push. You were diving straight into a pool you had no clue you’d be able to swim out of. It made your heart race and skin feel warm all at once.
You would curse yourself in your head if you weren’t completely dazed.
Body a bit numb with adrenaline as you neared the creek where you first encountered him.
This was insane, truly the opposite of what you should have been doing.
You wanted peace, right? Peace and quiet, to be resolved, freed.
There was that word again.
It didn’t make sense to you now. You thought you had it all laid out, clear in front of you. Just days ago you were on the right track.
But now you were trapped, not just by your parents but by this… thing.
Trapped under its foot in ways you guessed it didn’t even know.
You had to see it. You wanted to.
You repeated the mantra in your head, one foot in front of the other. The cool water ran over your shoes, soaking them. Weighing you down.
The entrance was a great big gaping mouth. The more you looked at it the more obvious it was. A mouth, the long passage way beyond it the throat. And eventually, you thought, there must be a stomach.
A chill ran over your shoulders as you took the first step in.
“Help me please,” you looked up and said to no one.
The desperate thoughts raced around your head, clinking side to side like ping pong balls. It only felt natural to let them out.
You advanced, shallow breath just audible against the sloshing of your feet through the water.
It stank. Real bad. Like waste, both human and organic. Like broccoli you left in the trash for too long. The kind of smell you never seem to get used to.
But then there was something else…
Something strong and vile, it teased at your nose for a moment until…
You sniffed and it hit you. Rot. Decay. Old flesh.
The smell of death.
Your stomach squeezed itself and you instinctively put a hand over your mouth, gagging.
Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up.
You shook away the nausea, biting the inside of your cheek and pushing ahead.
The tunnel was bigger than you imagined it would ever need to be. Too tall for any regular maintenance worker. Like it had been stretched to accommodate something bigger.
Your stomach flipped.
You felt so small in there, and the darkness did nothing to help.
It was an unnatural darkness, you knew because the entrance was only yards behind you and you could already barely see in front of you.
You really regretted not bringing a flashlight right about then.
Before you could scold yourself, however, out of the darkness came a deep, disgusting sound.
An obnoxiously joyful laugh rumbled its way up the walls, through the water and up your legs straight to your chest.
It was as scary as it was intoxicating.
You knew exactly where it had come from, a few feet behind you and other worldly in nature.
Instinct told you to run, so, you did.
You want me to be afraid? Okay. I’ll be afraid then.
It wasn’t a difficult equation. It seemed to enjoy you best when your heart was hammering out of your chest and the blood was rushing to your ears. Though you’d attribute that to… ailments other than fear.
You’d never admit it and it would never know. You decided.
A master plan. I’ll stick to it. Great!
You reassured yourself, simultaneously aware of all its flaws and still believing it. Water splashed and soaked your legs as you dashed as far as you could, no longer caring to listen for the creature.
You knew he was close. In every sense, you knew he would appear.
You finally turned a corner, a dead end ahead of you. Perfect. Trapped in the net for real now. What an obliging fish you would be, you thought.
The tunnel ended with large bars, wide enough to fit a very small child, but certainly not you. You prodded at them, pulling and shaking and hyperventilating like crazy.
Echoes of distorted laughter grew louder and louder with each passing moment. Gaudier and more thrilled the more you panicked.
The anticipation was killing you, literally. Honest to God you really felt it, like you were going to die.
Just what it wants. You thought.
And suddenly that’s all it took. In that moment, an acknowledgment of your fear. Knowing how pleased the creature must have been then, it slowed your mind and your heart.
You struggled less, and the laughing, well the laughing just stopped.
Abruptly, like a speaker being turned off. And for the first time since you’d entered the tunnel, you felt alone.
Now that, was not a nice feeling. Not at all.
Eyes now adjusted to the darkness, you scanned the length of the tunnel, inching forward slowly. Your skin was prickly and you felt unbearably uneasy.
At least when you were being chased, you knew where you needed to run from. But at that moment you were certain It could appear from any direction.
You creep into the center of the junction of the many tunnels, front and center and open to be plucked from any direction.
You wait, chest heaving and hands shaking.
Water drips from the ceiling onto your forehead, rolling down your face and to the corner of your mouth.
You wait some more.
Limbs heavy, but head weightless.
It’s so silent, your ears start to ring.
There’s nothing, no one.
Not a sound or a sight.
And for a second, you actually start to believe he decided to chase some other meal, but you are quickly proven wrong.
A jolt against your neck, pressure from the back that gives you whiplash, and you scream.
You feel his fingers curl around you.
The world whirs around you as he spins you from behind.
One large gloved hand grips your hair and forces you to look up.
His pale face and bright eyes are glowing in the darkness, like porcelain tucked away in an attic.
His red smile seems to glisten, like it was just freshly painted.
His lip curls slightly, and you whimper involuntarily.
He’s just as close as ever, and you feel a satisfied warmth run over you.
You could kick yourself for being so pleased.
Luckily, it doesn’t show on your face.
Then things are black.
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Only for a moment though, because soon your head is pounding and you wake up on your back.
You struggle to open your eyes, the space around you suddenly much lighter than the pitch black tunnels. Though, it's still very dim.
The surface beneath you is wood, but it’s damp and worn. Soaked for years by sewer water and tears. It was soft and pliable.
You pushed against it, rising to your elbows to look around.
It was a stall, with three tattered and painted walls that closed you in save for the fourth unlatched panel. Scattered are broken toys, children's clothes, rusted bikes and stained stuffed animals. It was a muddied, colorful cacophony of memories.
It felt as though they were staring at you, the very essence of the objects seeping into the air and penetrating your lungs.
Like they were alive.
Your stomach churned. The constant reminder of the kids he must have taken, it wasn’t anything compared to this. Seeing the evidence, the belongings left behind.
You lifted your knees and prepared to roll over, but you suddenly felt a chill roll up your spine and rest with pressure on the top of your head. There was an unmistakable presence above you accompanied by a creaking noise. You whipped your head upward.
There he was, limbs twisted and jaggedly clinging to the wood ceiling like a spider. His sleeves seemed especially poofy, the ruffle around his neck fuller, and like you’d noticed before, his smile was shiny.
He was exaggerated, clean. Like he was just done up, groomed and ready to step on stage.
For me?
Heat ghosted your cheeks.
Damnit. No not for you, you idiot, shut up.
He descended like a jittery bug down the wall in front of you, giggling and keeping his eyes locked in your direction.
“You’ve been snooping,” he delighted, as his legs untwisted and he landed in a squatted position. His fingers pressing into the floor, he perched before you.
“Why would you go and do a thing like that?”
Words were caught in your throat. You wanted desperately to say something but your mouth was dry and you could barely think while looking at him.
Your arms faltered in keeping you upright as you trembled in fear. He smiled, too sweetly for your own liking.
You began to shuffle backwards, away from him and towards the piles of junk.
He followed suit, slowly crawling forward on his hands and knees. Like a cat, ready to pounce.
“Why won’t you leave me alone? Why me?” you muttered. Just scratching the surface of the things you wanted, but couldn’t stomach saying.
He hummed, then tutted at you, “You didn’t answer my question, that’s impolite,” his voice rang lower now.
You felt warm, and your elbows caved for a moment before you scrambled to sit up straight against the wall.
You willed yourself, against every shaking bone in your body you forced the words to come out.
“I have to know. Why, what do you…” Suddenly he doubled over, folding and twisting in an upwards motion until he unraveled again, standing up right at your feet.
He was enormous, more so now than you remembered. His figure enlarged in the darkness.
The space around you felt cold and exposing, you wished you could roll over and somehow be in bed right now. Like waking up from a bad dream.
“...want,” you finished, eyes wide as you cast them above.
He giggled and jostled around, that familiar jingle of the bells ringing out and echoing into the darkness, “I want to play a game,” he smiled.
“What kind of game?” you frowned, brows furrowed and eyes glistening.
Then he grinned even wider.
It was chilling, seeing him so pleased. And it unfortunately made your stomach flip and flutter in a way you wish you could ignore.
“Look at that, you’re finally talking back to me. Good little toy,” he lightly nudged your bent leg with the tip of his shoe, pom pom grazing your damp skin.
That was enough to make your head dizzy. Blood and adrenaline rushed through your veins. If you were this excited just with him standing in front of you, calling you names like that, you were terrified of how you’d react to anything more.
You silently wished to die.
“You didn’t answer my question, that’s impolite… remember?” you faked a small smile and pressed yourself as hard against the wall as possible.
As if his own smile couldn’t get any wider, his lips curled even more so, his brows raised and cheeks plump and round.
“Oh, very good indeed,” he placed his hands behind his back, the ruffle around his neck fluffing like hair on the back of an animal's neck.
“Let’s play truth or dare,” he chimed, “I’ll go first! Truth or dare y/n?” he leaned towards you, expectant and still as can be.
You swallowed. The thought of taking a dare from Pennywise was absolutely mortifying, so you went for the obvious choice.
“Truth,”
He pretended to think, humming to himself.
“Hmm. Oh! I’ve got it. When was the last time you were happy?” It was jarring and wrong coming from his sing-song voice.
You sat there in surprise, then sadness as you really tried to think, then struggled and failed to come up with an answer that didn’t sound pathetic. Then, you were angry.
Your face twisted, “You’re cruel,” it was the only sure of yourself thing you had said this whole time.
He frowned, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or fake this time.
“That’s not how the game works…” he mumbled, as his arms came down to his sides and he crouched down again.
However your angry expression didn’t waver, and he deflated a bit. Like the edge had been taken off of him.
“But I’ll allow it, we both already know it was at your seventh grade book fair,” he grinned, and your heart sank.
You stood by your previous statement.
“Your turn,” he pointed a playful finger at you, bells around his wrist jingling.
You took a deep breath, mind racing.
What the hell am I doing? What am I doing down here?
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He didn’t waste a second before answering you. You blinked hard and felt your heart pick up its pace again.
You had to come up with something, and fast. Who knew what he’d do to you if he’d decided you had taken too long.
“I dare you… to… to tell me what you did to those kids,” words spilled from your mouth and you almost immediately retreated back into yourself.
“Not fair, that’s a truth and you know it. Come on, give me a real dare,” he shuffled closer to you, forcing your knees closer to your chest.
You breathed, hesitating. Unsure of what to do.
His expression went flat.
“Give me a real dare or I’ll rip your leg from its socket and I’ll eat it while you watch,” his mouth dropped as drool dripped from his lower lip.
You gasped and lifted with the air in your chest.
Say something, say something, say something, say something.
“I dare you to touch me!,” you practically shouted, eyes screwed shut and head turned away.
WRONG THING, WRONG THING, WRONG THING TO SAY.
You felt like vomiting.
All you heard was the low rumble of a belly laugh that emanated from him and traveled up your legs as you felt two large, gloved hands plant themselves over your knees.
He drew your legs around him as he shuffled closer.
“Tricky little y/n, thought I wouldn’t notice how they flush when I touch them,” he giggled, his cheeks their own marvelous shade of pink.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no oh my god no.
“Fresh warm pink meat underneath all that sensitive skin,” he reveled in every word
“Ripe, tender,” his mouth spilled with drool, grazing your chin as he inched closer.
His face faltered from its usual cheery facade.
“So sweet I could just kiss you,”
What.
Your eyes widened as you gaped. What the fuck did he just say?
In a moment he was beaming again.
“Oop!” He booped your nose. “Gotcha! You should see the look on your face, you look terrified,” he moaned, eyes half lidded, sultry.
You felt your ears burn and your head go dizzy. You were going to explode with embarrassment. This was worse than being eaten. This was worse than being terrorized.
You wanted to fuck this evil clown so bad and he knew it. And he loved that, so much.
“Oh no! Oh, Pennywise! Don’t scare me half to death! Don’t pin me down like a slab of meat!” He cried hysterically, mocking and waving his hands about.
“I just can’t take it,” His face split into that horrible grin again, too many teeth protruding from his mouth.
“Bad, bad toy you are,”
“I’m not a toy,”
“Oh but, you love to play with me,” He pulled back and stared you down. “You do love to play with me, don’t you?” He pouted, tilting his head down.
You scowled and backed away.
“That’s gross,” you gasped.
He frowned.
“You’re not a child,” you added, “you’re a monster”.
“A monster,” you muttered this time, shaking your head disapprovingly.
You can’t tease me anymore. You can’t play with me.
“Well if you won’t play with me, then you’ll let me feast on you,” he uttered as he released your legs.
“You’ll consume me, right?” You tried to ask defiantly, but your voice came out thin.
“That’s right,” his voice was low and really like a growl.
You watched as long claws emerged from his finger tips, splitting the fabric of the gloves.
His long arms hooked themselves around you, one under your legs and the other around your neck. In one motion he picked you up and drew you to his chest.
The warmth of his costume was deceivingly comforting. Like hugging a warm bedsheet. He shouldn’t have been warm, but he was. Hot to the touch, actually.
Another farce, you thought.
The claws dragged all the way down your back, causing tiny rips to form in the fabric. Each pin point makes contact with your skin as blood budded from the little incisions.
You gasped and writhed.
Am I dead? Am I eaten? Why didn’t I just play along? This is what I wanted…
The terrible thoughts were interrupted though, by the low, unmistakable sensation of… purring.
You felt it vibrate from his chest and through your skin. You were lined with goosebumps, the hair on the back of your neck sticking up.
“My toy,” he mumbled to himself, like you wouldn’t even hear.
This was too insane. Your brain was foggy and you didn’t dare open your eyes. Then you’d have to confront just how close his face was to your own.
His hands kept raking over every part of you, pawing and kneading at your skin and your clothes.
You might’ve died if it weren’t for the sobering sensation that dragged along your neck next.
It was his tongue, long and wet. Just like before but even warmer.
“Oh my go-” you trembled, back arching involuntarily into him.
His tongue as he lapped at your skin and the soft sounds he made as he did so were driving you crazy.
You throbbed, unimaginably turned on, and by something so horrible. It was shameful just how much better it was because of that. You, wrapped in a monster's arms.
“You smell…,” he took a long sniff of your hair, “different,”. One hand grasped your side while the other squeezed your inner thigh.
You were flushed, and you finally opened your eyes to seek his. They were bright yellow and wild. He looked beautiful, there wasn’t any other word for it.
“You-” you started, but he was dipping his head back to your neck and licking again.
This time, his teeth emerged, lightly biting your soft skin, drawing just enough blood for him to get a good enough taste of you.
He started sucking, a lewd sound that echoed. His humming was more like a moan now. You fought the one begging to escape your mouth.
Whatever you tasted like, it must’ve been good, because he was soon moving his mouth from your neck down to your core. He lifted your shirt to plant his wide jaw on your side, sinking his teeth less than an inch into your flesh.
You winced and cried, and he must’ve noticed, because the hand on your thigh crept upward.
You were barely able to process what he was doing before he had thumb rubbing you, just the right amount of pressure and speed to wind you up.
Your cries turned to a low moan.
“Fu-” you couldn’t even finish the expletive as he picked up his pace, teeth sinking just a bit deeper into your skin as he drew more blood from you.
You looked down, and he looked up at you through his lashes, mouth still working at your skin.
You started to grind on his hand as you locked eyes, chasing the high that you wanted to release.
He obliged, letting his palm rub your clit through your shorts.
He bit down one last time, harder now, less controlled.
You were so close, a little embarrassingly so. But as he drew more and more blood from you, your vision went hazy.
You were passing out, you could feel it. But there was nothing you could do. Limp and overstimulated, you let your head fall back as your eyes rolled back and everything went dark.
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Ticking, it was quiet but you heard it. Light and consistent. You recognized the sound.
You felt your whole weight sinking down onto your bed as you awoke, eyes glazed and nearly stuck shut.
You were half conscious, coming out of a dream. Though you were certain now, it wasn’t necessarily a bad one.
It all poured back into your body. How wound up you were, the painful wounds that littered your skin. Scabs painting you like dried wax. You could hardly move, you were so sore.
You lay there, half convinced you should just go back to sleep and never wake up again. Maybe you’d dream of him.
Maybe it was all a dream and you were just crazy enough to believe it was all real.
You nearly fell asleep again before you caught it in the corner of your eye, a red pom pom lying on your desk.
You should play truth or dare more often.
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Can he please be a cat and I am his mouse on a string please, bro that's all I need in life
