#Pennywise imagines

[multific]

Memories of A Past

Pennywise x Reader

Summary: Before Pennywise became the killing clown of Derry, he used to be a simple man, your man.

Before a meteor hit, before all the blood and children cries, he used to be a simple man.

A simple man who worked at the circus. A simple man who was in desperate love with you.

He was your man.

And you were his woman.

His name was Robert Gray, better known as Bob Gray, better known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

Bob was the love of your life. He could make you smile all the time. He always had something up his sleeve and he loved your laugh.

Your father was against Robert. He often said you deserved better than a clown.

But you didn't care.

You married him and joined the circus. 

It was a simple life, but it was your life. Yours and your Bobby's. 

And soon, you were blessed with a child. A beautiful daughter who was loved by you and Robert.

"She has your eyes." he said as he smiled at you, tears in your eyes as you watched him with your daughter.

You had a lovely life. Robert made everyone smile with his dancing clown persona and your daughter was growing fast.

But then, something changed. One day, you could have sworn the man in front of you wasn't your husband anymore.

The man holding you during nights, the man who kissed you good morning, wasn't your Bobby.

And it scared you.

He scared you.

"You are the most precious." he often told you, whispered into your ear.

Everywhere you went, death followed. Children were dying left and right and you were extremely concerned. 

Then during the Easter Egg Hunt you had a feeling your husband had something to do with it, you couldn't confirm it though.

That evening, when you arrived home to your trailer, you noticed your husband still wearing his clown costume, he turned to look at you and you wanted to ask him. 

You needed to confront him, you needed answers. But your voice never came.

You weren't too sure what happened after. All you could recall were three bright dots, shining bright as you fell asleep.

Pennywise woke every 27 years. He woke to incredible hunger which he needed to fulfil.

He had you down in the debts. Keeping you there for centuries now, asleep, dreaming away.

Pennywise had an attachment to you. He wondered if it was because of the host he took. Taking Robert, he took his memories, and Robert's memories were filled with you. At first, Pennywise wanted to kill you, he saw you as a weakness, but he couldn't. 

And even after so so many years, he still couldn't let go of you. He kept you in your dream, so he would have you, floating.

Every time he woke up, he went to see you. His sick and twisted mind saw the beauty that you were. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek.

"You are the most precious," he whispered.

And while he was out there eating and scaring children, you and your Bob were trapped in a dream along with your little girl.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine

You shook with fear, watching as a giant clown crawled from within the drains, escaping the sewers with his golden gaze set on your scared form. You began to fear for your life, frozen as he began to stalk towards you, the rain hitting harder against everything. You watch with wide eyes as his foot catches on something, causing him to slip and fall to the ground, a loud splash echoing through the empty streets.

You couldn’t help it. After a second of watching the clown slip, you burst out laughing. You watch as he looks up and glares at you, but you can’t help but continue to laugh, clutching your sides as you lean forward. You forget that he was scary a few seconds ago and begin to walk off, still laughing, never turning around to look back.

Pennywise pouts, cursing the rain as he watches you walk off laughing at him.

thank you for reading!

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[alcinaslittlemaid]

Derry Shenanigans

If I lived in Derry Maine

*Planting rose petals from the sewer drain, leading to my house up the stairs and into my bedroom*

“Ohhh nooo~ I really hope a 7ft, alien clown doesn’t follow me home and have his way with me, that’d be absolutely ama- Awful! Oh I’m so scared~”

🎈🎈🎈🎈

[slasherstories123]

Hello, I just wanna say I really love reading your stories and if you could do one where Pennywise meets an S/O who is the same creature as him

Pennywise meeting his S/O who’s also an entity

A/N: I hope you’re good with headcannons since I didn’t know how it would go if it was a oneshot🫣

Tagslist: @callmemeelah @slash3rl0v3r @beanbagbitch @smenny @thatoneweirdgirlspage @alexxavicry @beel-mcburger @charliedawn

He didn't know what to think when he first saw you, he thought that he was the only entity here in the world. He found out about you due to you both going after the same child.

After knowing that you’re another entity he finds hunting kids more fun, now you both do it together, heck you don’t even have to eat them you’ll both just scare the living heck out of them

He likes it when you work together. It makes things more fun than going alone, Pennywise was more shocked when he saw that you had more kids floating in the sewers than him.

He likes it when you strategize your attacks and make sure the children get a good scare. Unlike Pennywise he would just scare them and attack them, since you came you’d help him strategize to make things more fun, turns out he likes it.

If you two are going after the same child, then the poor kid might as well accept it’s fate, you two will not stop until the child is terrified, when I say terrified I mean the child is crying and screaming🧍🏾‍♀️

You two are the best duo and causes more fear in Derry, sure you both have the same abilities but you two would still make it count until you have to sleep for 27 years 🤷🏾‍♀️

He likes you a lot and dosen't feel lonely, anymore like that clown ever got lonely😒

It's fun to have you around and it makes things ten times better than just going after children himself. It was bad enough he got beat up by children

Hopefully you don’t get beat up by the losers club like penny did🫣

[charliedawn]

Can you do one with the slashers (including Five) where she's very talkative and is always happy, like she loves to cook for others, always has a smile, basically a golden retriever and how they would react to her?

🤞- anon

Michael Myers :

Michael didn’t know how to react at first. He kept staring at you and you thought he was even irritated by your cheerful behaviour.

You were sad to see that no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t find a way to speak with him.

But one day, he entered the kitchen and wordlessly started watching you. You asked if he needed anything, but he didn’t seem to want anything else than to watch you.

You indulged and soon, you found out that Michael seemed to be learning. He kept watching the movements of your hands when you cut and cooked. And when you had your back turned, he would pick up where you left off and try to help you.

Michael is not exactly talkative, but once he warms up to you ? He’ll try his best to help you.

Bo Sinclair :

Bo wasn’t used to having a sunshine in his life. He barely talked to you at first and preferred to keep his distance.

He worked on his car. He ignored you most of the time, but you were persistent.

You would come into the garage and bring him cookies almost every week. And you kept him company whenever you could.

You were a talker, but he didn’t mind. He likes talkers.

You *sitting down on a table nearby and pushes a plate with a sandwich on it towards him* : "You should eat something."

Him *smiles and chuckles before tilting his cap at you and taking a bite of the sandwich* : "Thanks, lovely. Ya too good with me, sun cake."

"And one day all that kindness is gonna come to bite ya in the ass." He thinks, but doesn’t say. He simply looks at your beaming smile and winning attitude and shakes his head.

He will keep his mouth shut—for now.

Vincent Sinclair :

Vincent didn’t really know what to make of you at first. He kept himself busy in his room and rarely got out for anything else than mandatory community meals.

And when he did, he didn’t speak.

He just stared at you. And whenever you would talk to him, he would either ignore you or look away.

Vincent is not very social, but he would ask his brother to handle the talking part when he needs something…

Bo *approaches you* : "Hum…Vincent asked me to give you this ?" *gives you a wax figurine*

You *smile before looking at Vincent—hidden behind Bo—with a bright smile* : "Thank you, Vincent !"

Him *blushes profusely*

He would eventually get used to you, but it would take a lot of time and patience for the both of you to end up close enough for him to actually trust you.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason stayed away at first, but he did observe you. His eyes would follow you wherever you went, and specifically when interacting with the other slashers.

He would also never make the first step to properly introduce himself. But, he’d be happy to see you try to come towards him.

You *smile* : "Hey there, Jason. What are you carving today ?"

Jason *smiles shyly before showing you a small wooden frog figurine*

Once you gained his trust, he’d protect you from the other slashers—especially from Freddy.

If you’re the golden retriever ? He’ll be the German Shepherd. One word from you and he’ll kill whoever you want.

Freddy Krueger :

Unlike the rest of the slashers, Freddy has no boundaries or shyness. He’ll be up in your face from the start with the biggest sh*t-eating grin ever and introduce himself to you.

Freddy *extends his hand forward* : "Helllllo there, gorgeous. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes ?! Name’s Freddy. What’s yours ?"

Creep alert.

Freddy is NOT a decent person. And he doesn’t know how to react when it comes to sunshine people. He’d be all flirty jokes and dirty talk.

Freddy *clearly staring at your behind* : "Hey there, peach. How are you doing this morning ?"

You *turn around with a smile* : "Very good. Thank you, Freddy. How about you ?"

Him *seems confused* : "Huh ? I was talking to your sweet a—!"

Jason *mighty punches him in the face*

As I said, Freddy is the master of discomfort.

Yeah…Don’t meet Freddy first.

Norman Bates :

Norman loved your enthusiasm and your want to help. He asked you to help him multiple times and you always did with a smile on your face.

You took care of the residents in his motel and never complained. You knew who he was, but you never let that stop you from caring about him.

He grew soft on you, and even though he was meant to kill you at first…He couldn’t.

Instead, he kept you around and found a worthy companion in you. He brought you on his daily walks and even opened up on his most secret thoughts.

Even his mother grew fond of you as she learned to respect you and the effort you put in the motel and in taking care of her son.

Norman *smiles as he gives you a cup of you favourite drink* : "Here you go, darling."

You *smile and thank him*

Jack Torrance :

Him : "Well well…Aren’t you simply delightful, sugar pie ?"

Jack found the situation funny. They had had many nurses come and go, but none of them as sweet and positive as you.

When you entered the kitchen, he comically pulled out sunglasses from his breast pocket and put them on his nose while watching you prepare breakfast.

Jack is usually the first one up. He likes to have his morning coffee before anyone else because he doesn’t like loud noises in the morning.

He usually never eats breakfast, but you actually forced him to after you noticed how he seemed to never eat.

Him : "I don’t need that much food, sunshine. I can survive a day with just coffee in my tank. But, thanks for the concern."

To which you simply made him breakfast everyday until he finally decided to eat. Just because he was tired of seeing your sad face when you had to throw away the food.

Brahms Heelshire :

Brahms got attached to you from the start.

He saw you as a chance to get attached to someone, the occasion to replace Greta.

And even better, you weren’t scared of him and helped him take care of his doll. You fixed him meals and brought them to his room when he didn’t feel like eating with the others. You willingly spent time with him. And he was grateful for it.

Him *grabs you from behind and hugs you tightly*

You *smiles and kisses his forehead* : Good morning, Brahms."

Brahms *hugs you tighter*

He is a physical affection kinda boy. He loves hugs, kisses and scratches on his scalp.

And once he knows you are safe ? He’ll follow you around like a lost puppy and carry you around if you’d let him.

Pennywise/Penny :

Pennywise *gives you the side eye* : "…Don’t smile so much."

You *puzzled* : "What ?"

Pennywise *growls* : "Your smile. It’s annoying. Why do you always smile so much ?"

You waited a few seconds before answering him.

"The slashers deserve someone who can smile with them—even you."

It left Pennywise stunned. And you left him with his thoughts. Pennywise normally didn’t mind people smiling because it usually meant dinner for him. But, you didn’t smile at them the same way his old victims did. You knew perfectly well who he was and what he had done. And yet, you still smiled at him without a care in the world. It made him upset because Pennywise doesn’t like things he doesn’t understand.

Unlike Penny who actually loved you from the start. Penny was excited to see someone so fun and outgoing. He quickly got used to you and your cheerful personality.

Five Hargreaves :

Five was actually an old friend of yours. He was the reason you had heard about St Louis in the first place.

He was relieved when you got the job, but he noticed you seemed a little worried.

When he pulled you apart, you confessed that not a lot of the slashers had actually approached you and that most of them seemed to be ignoring you. So, you asked if maybe they didn’t like you for a reason.

But, Five was quick to reassure you.

Him : "The slashers aren’t used to affection. Be patient and they’ll eventually get used to you."

You : "I just hope they’ll like me."

Five *smiles* : "Don’t worry. They’ll like you. I’m sure of it."

Five cheered you up as he bit his lower lip in order to restrain himself from telling you that he was glad that the slashers seemed to leave you alone…because he wanted you safe.

And because you were the only ray of sunshine this hospital had and he didn’t want you to change.

[b-00-biez]

Slasher Incorrect Quotes

Brahms: When cats sleep all day they say they're cute but when I do it they say im "clinically depressed"

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Y/n: They say dinosaurs are extinct but look, Michael is walking in this room right now!

Michael: ...

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Bo: Y/n pass the salt.

Y/n: Vincent is closer.

Bo: Vincent pass the salt to Y/n.

Vincent: Passes the salt

Bo: ....

Bo: Y/n pass the salt.

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Brahms: Day 27 of no sex... I think my virginity grew back

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At Mcdonalds

Y/n: YOU SEE THIS BIG BOY

Thomas: Blushing

Y/n: This is my man. AND IF YOU DONT GIVE HIM A HAPPY MEAL-

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Brahms: Y/n Help!

Y/n: What's wrong?!

Brahms: Someone is stuck in my phone and they know my name!

Phone: Hello, I am your google assistant. What may I help you with?

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Pyramid Head: ....

Y/n: I like a guy who reminds me of geometry ;)

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Pennywise: I like eating children and tormenting their siblings for fun.

Y/n: I dont think thats a good date introduction.

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Chucky: Your very existence makes me sick!

Y/n:...

Y/n: I'm not scared of dropping a child out of a 10 story building.

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[black--cherryy]

Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club

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Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.

Bowers Gang:

Losers Club:

(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)

[ppawmkinz]

ON MY KNEES FOR THEM. (This art belongs to @bambocarbon-ver-2-0!)

[bitches-who-write]

Can you do a reader who likes to die her hair x Patrick? (From it)

We hope this is what you wanted!!

Warnings: Language, mentions of stalking, and Patrick himself is a warning.

Hair Dying + Patrick

So chances are you get bored of your hair...very quickly. 

Blue for 3 weeks.

Purple for 2 weeks. 

You get the point. 

Your frequent hair changes are probably what caught Patrick's eye first. 

You probably passed him one day with your bright green hair which immediately caught his eye. 

Sooo let the stalking begin...I mean...yeah no he's stalking you. 

He has learned your entire schedule within the first week of stalking you. 

Patrick is not a shy guy he is very...very open. 

That being said, when he first approached you he was very open with his intentions. 

I will let your filthy minds figure out the rest

Now once he figures out how often you dye your hair..he wants to help you. 

If you are smart you'll tell him no.. cause c'mon we all know how messy dying your hair can get if you are not careful.

But...you're choosing to go out with this psycho so chances are..you're not very smart. 

So you agreed to let him help you. 

TERRIBLE IDEA.

Hair dye everywhere. 

Skin is stained whatever the color was.

Patrick's hands were stained for a week.

This was probably due to him not washing his hands. 

Nasty mother fucker. 

You'd be lying to yourself if you said that was the last time. 

He honestly does like the bright colors you do. 

Especially if he's allowed to pick the color. 

Although..he comes up with the worst nicknames for you for whatever color your hair is. 

So expect some fucking stupid ones. 

Let's say you two are...ya know..*cough* fuckin *cough*

He will pull your (example: purple) hair and will call you Grimace. 

Does he have a thing for Grimace or was that the only purple thing he could think of??

It's Patrick...who the fuck knows about this dude. 

He will let you put color streaks in his hair...but there's always a cost with him so it's up to you if you want to pay the toll. 

Patrick is a dick so if he loses you in public expect him to be a dick. 

"HAS ANYONE SEEN A GIRL THAT LOOKS LIKE THE GRINCH??"

"Oh, there you are Y/N." 

' YOU CHOSE THIS COLOR.'

"Only so I could call you the Grinch."

' You're such a dick.'

[into-crazy]

Derry's Secret Pt. 6

Pennywise x Female Reader series

Warnings- mature language, stalking, dark themes, NSFW, SMUT, choking, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, degradation, edging and orgasm denial, overstimulation, ages 18+

I'm baaaack!! Here is a long and extremely overdue part to the series. All I can say is.. heed the warnings. Oh, and have fun!

Other parts can be found RIGHT HERE and through the "Derry's Secret" tag🎈

That evening you decided to stay home. Gabby had texted you prior, asking if you wanted to go out with her and a few other girlfriends. You've hung out with them a couple times before, Gabby was friends with them before you had moved here and had introduced you to each other. They were going out to eat and have some drinks. You declined, stating you just wanted to stay home and catch up on some sleep. It wasn't true. You had your own plans tonight.

You've done quite a lot of thinking ever since you left that house on Neibolt street. Half of your thoughts consisted of you considering what Pennywise had said, and the other half was you scolding yourself for it. Ultimately, you came to a decision.

After a nice shower, you decided to binge watch one of your favorite shows. Lounging with no bra or pants, your ideal form of comfort. Nothing like an oversized tee with some panties to have you set for the night.

Walking into the kitchen, you grab a glass and pour yourself water from the fridge. You take a large gulp before shutting the fridge door. When you turn around, the cup instantly slips from your hand. The glass shatters as it hits the tiled floor below. Leaving the rest of the water to spill by your feet.

Pennywise stood a few feet before you, his stance almost ravenous. His golden gaze runs over your body, covering every inch of you. You don't move one muscle, you're like a deer caught in a beam of headlights.

"Miss me?" He mocks, smiling with that toothy grin of his.

You soon find yourself backing towards the fridge as he steps closer, with your heart rate increasing by the second. There's no escape this time. He's got you exactly where he wants you. Alone in your home, half clothed and completely vulnerable. With no one to come to your rescue this time.

What he doesn't know is that you're right where you want to be. Having known the risk of Pennywise showing up, you still secretly anticipated it. Or perhaps he does know, and that's why he's here. You can only ask yourself now- was this the right decision?

The clown speaks again, "in the time I spent watching you, I've found something quite captivating. Which I also find to be unexpected, as it is a first for me." He catches you staring at his lips.

You try to shy it off. "Would you um, care to enlighten me?"

"The entire time I've been on this world, I fed on nothing but the fear and flesh of life upon it. For so many years, it stayed that way. But you.. you seemed to have introduced me to a different craving." Drool drips down his plump lips. His breath grows feverish, and he needs a second to get himself together before continuing. "I've known there to be lust amongst humans. Though I never cared for it much as it was never meant for me. Until I smelt it on you." He could see it in your eyes, read it clear in your mind. "But you are closing it off," he frowns. "You won't give in, even though you want to very badly. Why?"

You turn your gaze to the broken glass on the floor. Briefly shutting your eyes to hide the embarrassment. "Because it's wrong," you answer. "I do want you. And I want nothing more than to give myself to you.." The desperate whine in your voice gets him to step closer. "I've thought about it, dreamt of it. But I-I couldn't get over the fact that I was ashamed of how much I want it. Of how much I want you."

Admitting this felt alleviating. Like a heavy weight had been lifted from your chest, no longer suffocating you in your own guilt. Instead it was entirely replaced with what you had tried to confine. The scorching feeling of this desire spreading through your veins like a wildfire.

"But I don't want to be ashamed anymore." You whisper, bravely turning back to him. Tightening the strength in your legs which are growing weak.

"Precious doll, trying so hard to deny your desires," he steps over the mess on the floor. The glass crunches under his steps, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

Him calling you doll sends goosebumps prickling across your body.

"Let go. Give in to me y/n.."

His long frame lurches over you. You watch as his gloved hand slides up your arm to your neck, giving it a light squeeze. You mewl at his touch, your hardened nipples poking through the white tee. His other hand goes to rub your left breast, earning soft sighs from you when his thumb brushes the sensitive bud.

"Poor little human, so stubborn. So touch deprived. I can make it worth your while." His breath is hot on your face as he licks up your reddened cheek with that long slimy tongue. "Pennywise can make you feel soo good."

"Mmm I-" you pant, grabbing onto the ruffles of his collar.

He chuckles into your ear, his soft coos tickling your skin. "What is it? Do you want it?"

You finally allow your body to push back against his. "Y-yes."

"Yes what? Say it. I want to hear you say it." He demands, his grip firmly holding you in place.

"I.. I want you." You breathe out heavily as if you're letting everything go. Letting go of everything that was holding you back. He pulls from your neck to look at you. Your lips are parted, your eyes are lust blown, and the top of your shirt is soaked from the wetness of his drool. Your chest is heaving with each heavy breath you take. "I give in to you. Please, just take me." You plead bringing your leg up to rub his calf.

He brings his hands to your hips and rapidly snatches you off your feet, your legs instantly go to wrap around his waist. You kiss each other hungrily, with desperation in your movements. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and gains control. The taste of his tongue engulfs your senses with those familiar scents and flavors from previous kisses. Your eyes flutter as you finally get what you've been missing.

You grind against him and he presses your back hard into the steel of the fridge. It stings since he is much stronger than you. "Ahhh, P-Pennywise.. the bed." You stutter in between short takes of air. "Take me to my bed."

Snarling at your request, he effortlessly walks with you in his arms into the room and tosses you on the top of the mattress. You scoot back into place as he crawls over your body, you watch as those monstrous claws tear right through the fabric of his gloves. The sight sends chills up your spine. Reminding you of a predator sizing up its prey, ready to sink its teeth in and devour. Perhaps that's what Pennywise intends on doing with you. One way or another.

He straddles you and takes ahold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Now, won't you be a good girl and keep your hands there. Do not move them."

You nod, showing him your compliance. He rubs his clawed hands down your arms to the collar of your shirt, tearing through the wet material to release your breasts. Good thing that wasn't one of your favorite tees. You deeply exhale as he kneads the round flesh, his large thumbs rubbing over your peaked nipples. A hypnotized look on his face while handles them, as if he's seeing such a thing for the first time. He's seen breasts before, right? You can't help but giggle at his focused face. At the sound of your amusement, his eyes dart straight up at you.

What a cute little frown. you smile to yourself.

"Cute!? You think I'm cute!?" He roars in your face, harshly grasping your cheeks.

"Damn right adorable." You amusingly jab back. So he is a mind reader. Not happy with your defiance, he sticks two clawed fingers into your mouth. Shoving them in far enough to gag you, effectively shutting you up. This sends a rush of arousal straight to your core.

"My, what a disobedient pet you are.." he calmly whispers stroking your chin with his thumb. Too calm, dangerously calm.

He looks even more irresistible when he's mad. It makes you want to provoke him further. Closing your lips around his digits, you begin to suck. Humming while casting your lust dead into his eyes with a look that screams- try me.

"Ohhh and an awfully naughty one at that." He huffs rather impressed.

Whether you're crazy, stupid, depraved or whatever the case- he doesn't care. But you are a brave one, that he'll acknowledge. Only to himself, for now. Removing his fingers, he tears the rest of the white fabric from your body. You wince slightly as his claws leave scratch marks into your skin. You're soon left in nothing but a black, lacy thong. He smirks at you knowingly and you reciprocate. After all, you've anticipated this.

"I'll show you who's cute. You made me wait for too long. So I will make you beg for me." The snarl in his voice rolls off his tongue. You hum struggling against his grip, which he scowls.

Pennywise moves slowly down your body, his red puff balls gliding roughly against your stomach. Using one hand to pin your hips down, he tears your underwear right off. Making you yelp when he does. He brings the small piece up to his nose, taking his time to inhale your scent. "Soo sweet," he softly confides then places them to the side. Having him up close and personal to your most private area makes you feel self-conscious. As you slightly squeeze your thighs together, Pennywise takes notice. "What's the matter, are you shy?" He coos kissing down your stomach.

"A little, yes." You shiver in his grasp.

"Uh-uh," he waves a finger, "there's no need for that pretty thing. Open up for me now, hm. Show me your sweet little pussy." Taking ahold of each thigh, he spreads you open upon your avail. Exposing your sex to him, slick with arousal and clit throbbing in excitement. Heat floods into your cheeks, tinting them a shade of red. He lets out a low growl, "such a delicate, wet flower." He licks from the middle of your inner thigh up to your entrance. When he was about to reach where you need him most, he purposely pulls away. Leaving you to whine and squirm with disappointment. While he chuckles in delight. "Use that filthy mouth and beg for it."

"I need your mouth on me, p-please," you plead. "Please Penny."

The sound of the nickname you give him rumbles throughout his inhuman body with pleasure. Giving a satisfied grin, he licks a long strip over your wet slit. Getting that first taste of you, making you shudder when he runs over your clit. "Tasty, tasty treat.. and all for Pennywise, all mine." He deeply huffs before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Running his slimy tongue around your folds and lapping your sweet bundle of nerves. Slurping up your juices which are all so pleasing to him.

You ball your fists above your head, trying so hard to stay how he wanted. But that magic tongue of his has you squirming around uncomfortably. "Uhm, Pen-Pennywise, could I move my hands?" You ask in the most innocent tone able to conjure.

"Since you asked nicely, yes you can." He confirms before going back to it.

Your arms go to your side, so your elbows can hold your weight to provide better support. His nose pushes against your bud while he sucks onto you, making you moan unabashedly. His tongue working it's rhythm in you while he's swallowing down all your juices. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, completely whitened out. A terrifying sight which you found oddly endearing. You moan in awe at how lost he is into you. His makeup wasn't even smearing, staying perfectly intact. You had thought by now it'd be a runny mess by now, with large amounts of that red and white transfering onto you. But his clown paint didn't falter once, and there's not even a trace on you. His orange hair dropped down his face, tickling your thighs. How you want to grab a handful of his locks.

Should you dare try?

You gently place your right hand over his head. Palming around his soft hair to test the waters. Maybe he's too far in to notice. Once he gives your clit extra attention, you grab onto him and tug lightly at his hair.

He snaps back into focus with a growl that sounds angry as he pulls away slightly.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to." Fearfully thinking you might've crossed the line, you retract your hand.

But he doesn't move and his growling subsides. "Put it back."

"Huh?"

"Put your hand back. But no tugging." Pennywise insists, and you listen. Running your fingers through his soft locks.

He hums before bringing his hand to his face. You notice his claws are gone and the gloves are back. Which doesn't matter, because he rips the article off with his teeth, revealing his bare hand. To no surprise, his regular hand is the same white as his face. He inserts two fingers into you, setting a slow pace before he picks it up. His finger strokes feel amazing inside you, rubbing in all the right places. Although you think about how his cock would feel. To have him inside you.

Which raises the question- does he have one? Or any form of genitals? Those are actually some really good questions.

He sucks and licks on your clit all while working his fingers inside you. It's one of the most pleasurable things you've felt im your life. You can feel your release fast approaching. "Oh fuck, I'm.. I'm gonna-" your lewd moans get him moving faster. Just when you were about to fall over that ledge into pure bliss, he stops completely. Halting the movement of his fingers and removing his mouth with a loud slurp. This earns a groan of displeasure from you. "No! Why did you stop? I was so close!"

Pennywise chuckles darkly at your whines, "I told you I was going to make you beg, earthling."

Tears prickle the corners your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. It hurts. It was right there, but he cruelly ripped it away! "Please," you cry softly, "you want me to beg? I'm begging, please- let me cum!"

Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to reward you. "Mm, that's better. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He places his slicked fingers back into your pussy. Alternating between stoking your walls and curling them in that spot that makes you scream. His tongue adding more pressure on your clit than before.

"Yes, yes, don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

"Gonna cum on my hand, babydoll? Do it, do it now. I want it all!" He commands pressing down onto your clit, sending you over the edge. Your back arches off the bed, crying out as your sweet release finally takes over your body. Pennywise watches you ride out your orgasm, intoxicated with the way you looked- so dirty, beautiful, and entirely under his mercy.

It took a lot of power in him to hold back his teeth from turning to sharp fangs. His cheeks were barely starting to split until he had to make sure that they wouldn't. Because in that moment of ecstasy which he gave you, he experienced an awakening of his own. Apparently feeding off just your mixed up mash of lust and fear wasn't going to cut it. It wasn't enough to satisfy this new hunger. He craves to feel you closer. Much closer.

Once he finished licking up your juices, he removes his fingers. Crawling back up your body as you're coming down. He keeps eye contact while obscenely sucking the remainder from them. The vulgar sight makes you whimper. He brings his face to yours and you pull him in with strength that surprised you both. His wet tongue slithers into your mouth and you taste yourself on him. You hungrily suck his tongue and push your hips up to him, rubbing your bare self onto his still clothed body. Pennywise starts grinding into you. As he does, you could feel something hard under his pantaloons.

That must be his member. It has to be.

You moan each time it brushes against your pussy as he dry humps you into the mattress. He starts panting, which is only turning you on more. Extending a hand down, you palm the hard member below causing it to twitch upon your touch.

Oh yeah, that's his cock alright.

Pennywise snatches your hand away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I want to feel you." You throw your hips back up.

His hand tightens around your wrist as he laughs tauntingly at your request, "ohh angel, I don't think you're ready for that."

"But I am," you whine. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Is that so? Does my little doll want something like.. my cock? You want my cock sweet thing?" He grinds down into you harder, catching you in a silent moan. "Need me to fill that needy hole of yours?" He's teasing the hell out of you, and he's throughly enjoying it.

"Yes! I need you to fuck me!" You wail desperately.

A rumble vibrates within his chest before he pins your waist down into the mattress. Holding you in place as his other reaches for his trousers. You watch as he works them, but his eyes are fixed on you. His large cock bounces free from the pants, and it is unlike anything you've ever seen before.

It's got the shape of a penis, yet has a deep shade of purple. Strange, other-worldly, and intimidating are what you would use describe it in this moment. And had you been in your right mindset, there would be no way you'd let that appendage near you. Let alone go inside you. But currently, you don't find it in you to care. You're far too gone. Far too absorbed in the pleasure this eldritch being is bestowing upon you. Right now, you want to feel all that it is. Questions and concerns can wait until later. If there is one.

To say Pennywise's member is intimidating may be an understatement. As he lines himself up with your entrance, you notice just how huge it really is. You knew he was big, but you didn't know it was that big.

"Will.." you gasp, "will it fit?"

His face snaps up to look at your worried expression, the fear in your eyes. His smile only widens and he rubs his thick head along your folds, the stimulation making you writhe. "Isn't this what you wanted, pet? For Pennywise to Fill. You. Up." He punctuates each word with a torturous roll of his hips against your heat.

"Fuuck," your eyes squeeze shut, "I do- oh fuck yes, I really do."

"Sweet thing," he shushes you. "You are ready. All you need to do is let me in." He grabs ahold of your thighs to spread you more. Displaying your cunt before him in the most obscene way. Walls throbbing with your juices practically flowing down, ready to be filled with his cock. A sight arousing enough to send another glob of drool dribbling down his chin. He's ready to bury himself into your hole and claim you as his. "I will fit, I will make it fit. Don't you worry about that. Now open up for me."

Wide eyed, you watch without further protest as his tip goes back to your entrance. You wanted this- want this.

Pennywise coaxes you by your chin to face him, "Eyes on me y/n. Look at me as I enter you." His raspy voice an intoxicating mix of low, sweet and demanding. Him calling you by your name calms your nerves and only makes you want him that much more.

He advances and you grip onto him. Dropping your jaw to release a deep groan from being stretched wide, wider than you've ever been before. Doing your best to keep your eyes open for him as your vision grows blurry with tears. He slowly pushes into your tight heat inch by inch. It hurts, you expected it would. But you need him to keep going. You dig your nails into the fabric of his costume, urging him to continue.

He pushes in, wiping the fresh tears that fallen down your cheeks with his thumbs. "That's it, ease into it." He huffs at the pleasurable feeling of your walls around his length. All warm and snug around him. "Ohh yessss, good girl.. so wet and warm, soo good."

You bite your lip as he begins to move. Pulling out slowly before pushing back in at the same rate. Doing this a few times to get you used to the stretch. After all, he doesn't want to break you. Not anytime soon, at least. He gradually picks up the speed of his thrusts, and soon you're begging him not to stop. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and the noises from each of your mouths. You're a whining, moaning mess. Fully given in to the pleasure. While Pennywise grunts and occasionally groans, taking his own pleasure from your body.

"Oh ho ho, look at you. You're certainly enjoying this, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly when you give him a small whimper. Only to become impatient when you can't find the words to answer. He grips your face to look you in the eyes, slowing to move in and out of you at a languid pace. "Come on. Tell me, my pet. How does it feel being fucked by a monster? By the Eater of Worlds?"

"It- ah- it feels amazing. Oh fuck, you feel so amazing!" You're able to answer through short pants.

He grins widely to display a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. It's both a frightening and enticing sight which leaves you staggered. Then before you know it, he snaps his hips against yours at a pace so fast and hard you start seeing stars. Unable to control the wanton moans spilling from your mouth as he fucks you into the mattress.

"Ohh! Yes, yes- ahhh!" You keen intensely from his violent force. It's too much, yet you can't get enough of it. Your walls contract tightly around his cock, the need to climax again is approaching fast. The monster above you senses this too. Larger globs of drool drop from his grisly mouth and down onto you. Your entire body is slick with a mixture of your sweat and his saliva.

"You want to cum, huh? Such a dirty girl, wanting to cum on my cock," he sneers. His thrusts do not falter one bit, making it difficult for you to respond.

"Y-yes, please, I wanna cum on your cock." Your climax is fast approaching, building in the pit of your stomach. Quickly becoming tighter, and growing more intense as it gets closer to being released. Your hips buck rapidly against him, trying to reach it. Hoping that he doesn't deny you this one like he did with the first one.

His hand moves between your bodies to find your clit. He rubs it hard, making you scream. "Then do it. Cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are."

With that, you do. Crying out as your orgasm gushes out all over his cock. Pennywise growls and chuckles lowly at the feel of your cunt pulsating around his member. This is something it's never felt before. It took a few seconds for your climax to subside, enough for you to realize that he's still ramming into you with full force. You're exhausted, weak, and overstimulated. All you are able to do is lay there and moan while Pennywise takes you as he pleases.

He grips tightly onto your hips and starts to lightly pant. "Again. I want another one."

At those words, you feel your heart drop. You don't know if you are even able to cum again. "I.. I can't."

He snarls harshly at your words. "You can, and you will." His thumb is back pressing roughly on your clit, while his other hand moves up your chest to wrap around your throat. His grip around your throat squeezes, restricting your ability to breathe. "Cum. Now." He growls powerfully right before slamming into you one last time, digging his claws into the flesh of your hips as he fills you with his hot seed.

You feel yourself cum at the exact moment he unloads inside of you. Your back arching all the way up from the bed, and your hips still rocking as your final orgasm violently crashes down on you. It was a lot for your body to handle. Your vision quickly became blurry, and you began to slip out of consciousness. Making it difficult for you to make out Pennywise's ghastly features. Panic quickly sets in when you realize that your sight isn't coming back. Nothing is coming back to you! Your strength or sight. Even your hearing is fading. Everything is fading. You can't move, you can't talk. Can't even make out the clown's features anymore. You're scared. It's all going black.

Soon, it was completely dark. Pennywise's dark laughter being the last thing you heard right before passing out.

End of Part 6.

[sootrootdoot]

*IT 2 final battle scene if I was there*

losers: "Stupid clown - You're just a fraud, son of a bitch."

pennywise: "- Devourer of WORLDS!!"

losers: "Clown!!"

"You're just a clown!!"

pennywise: "I am a world eater!!"

me (walks out of darkness): ...

losers: ... pennywise: ...

me: "you're IN LOVE!! IN LOVE WITH ME!!!"

losers: "wtf!!" "stop he's coming back!!"

me: "you are now eater of this puSSY is what u are"

-it goes quiet-

-losers watch me pull pennywise behind a corner out of view-

losers: "do-should- do we stop her?-"

[eriis97]

Hello can you make like a little list on whether the pastas in your list are an ass man/woman or a boob man/woman?

i added thighs as well, hope you don’t mind <3

🗝️ — CLOCKWORK, EYELESS JACK, HOMICIDAL LIU, HOODIE, JASON THE TOYMAKER, JEFF THE KILLER, JANE THE KILLER, LAUGHING JACK, MASKY, NINA THE KILLER, TICCI TOBY; BILLY LOOMIS, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, BUBBA SAWYER, HANNIBAL LECTER, JASON VOORHEES, MICHAEL MYERS, NORMAN BATES, PENNYWISE, STUART MARCH, THOMAS HEWITT

💌— ARE THEY MORE INTO BOOBS, ASS OR THIGHS?

⚠️— afab! reader (only in the boob part), sexual themes but nothing very explicit, you/ your pronouns.

the way it start wasn’t even sexual. they just enjoyed resting their hand on your thigh while you’re having dinner or watching something on the sofa. any chance they get, his hand is at your thigh, squeezing it sometimes. if given the opportunity, they’ll leave kisses and hickeys there too. having your thighs around their face? heaven.

HOMICIDAL LIU, EJ, JEFF, LAUGHING JACK, JASON V., MICHAEL,

it’s easy to catch them looking at your cleavage or even directly at your breasts. small, medium, big, they don’t care that much, they just want the opportunity to touch it - put his mouth on your nipples if possible too. sometimes you’re just cuddling and his hands will slowly make its way to your boobs.

MASKY, hoodie, sully, JANE, STUART, billy, NORMAN, BRAHMS

they don’t lose one chance to grab your butt. seriously. are they passing behind you? they’ll slap it. you’re having a slow make out session? their hands are resting on your ass, be sure. love being the big spoon so they can feel your ass against them. they also prefer to do it in a position where they can see your ass.

JASON THE TOYMAKER, SLENDERMAN, NINA, HANNIBAL, thomas hewitt, BILLY,

hahaha, you really think they can pick just one? nah, no way. they love every part of you they can put theirs hands on. your thighs? lovely. ass? amazing. boobs? perfect. they just love every little thing on your body.

TOBY, CLOCKWORK, BUBBA, PRNNYWISE

[slasherstories123]

Cute

Paring: Pennywise x GN! Reader

Word count: 721

Summary: You call Pennywise cute and the clown don't know how to take it.

Tags list: @callmemeelah @thatoneweirdgirlspage @slash3rl0v3r @beanbagbitch @smenny @alexxavicry @beel-mcburger @charliedawn

It was late at night and you were still on the couch binge-watching a series on Netflix. You ate all of your snacks after 6 episodes. Your blue cover laid on top of you, one of your arms propped up to hold your face as the other one had a grip on the remote, the episode was about to end. As you pressed the button to go to the next episode, you had a feeling that someone was in your house.

You brushed the feeling off since you know who it was. "Penny, you can come out, I know you're here." You said, looking over at the dark hallway where he'd always be. Pennywise would always try to scare you but it never works since you're not scared of him. You then could hear his bells get closer to you.

Looking up, you saw him, his arms folded as his blue eyes stared into yours. Looking at least for some type of fear. Nothing. He kneeled with a serious expression. "Why aren't you scared?" A string of drool slid down his chin as he looked at you. He was surprised when you put your hand on his cheek. "Well Penny, you’re a clown, I couldn't be afraid of you, plus I'm not afraid of clowns. Like how I was when I was a kid.” He knows you aren't afraid. That's why he always tries, but nothing works.

Even if he catches you.. it doesn't work, he gave up after he failed once again. You smiled at him before looking over at the couch. "You wanna join me? It's just a series that I'm watching." His serious manner then turned into a happy manner. It always amazes you how he can change his mood so fast. Pennywise likes to watch Tv in general, no matter what it is, he likes the things he sees on the TV screen, except for one category.

He sat on the ground, sitting in a criss-cross position. He looks like a kid, a kid amazed at a cartoon that they’re watching. He looks adorable, just sitting there. Wonder what goes through his head as he watches things on TV. The only thing he hates is a comedy show, he doesn’t understand how people can make lame jokes and call them funny. Using some stupid pun or falling on purpose makes him hate it more, especially when they add in the sound effect of people laughing.

The clown doesn’t understand how people can find them funny. It makes you laugh each time a comedy show comes on knowing that pennywise is gonna hate the whole episode. He remembers you telling him that everyone has their taste in humor. You just smiled at him as he laughed at a certain scene. “You’re so cute, Penny.” You mumbled more to yourself, but he heard you.

Pennywise turned around to face you, he heard you loud and clear even though you mumbled it to yourself. “Cute? What’s that?” Your eyes were quick to look at his blue ones, shocked that he even heard you. “Well.. cute is when you’re attractive. In a pretty way.” Well.. he’s never there’s that before, ever since he’s been on earth he was mainly called a freak or a monster, little kids running to their parents, screaming and crying saying how they saw a “monster” or a “scary clown”. People even think that Pennywise is just some guy in a clown suit with some cheap makeup from a store. He’s mainly heard words that are supposed to be an insult, but the word you said wasn’t an insult.

It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone call him that, or even heard someone say that towards him in general, all he’s used to is kids being scared at the sight of him. “Cute... I’m cute?” He asked, pointing more at himself. You expected him to ask that question. All you gave him was a nod in response. He didn’t know how to take it, he’s supposed to be scary, not cute. He feeds off of children’s fear, that’s not cute. “Cute… that’s a first.” He takes it as a compliment.. not from some random child, but it’s from you, and when it comes to you, your words from kids' words are different. “Thank you!”

[charliedawn]

(is it alright if I send a request?! Feel free to ignore this if not. I've heard there are some new rules regarding that?) So what if their s/o had to travel somewhere outside the country/state (could be something work/family related) for like a week or so, which Slashers would take it the hardest/easiest (basically who has separation anxiety and who is chill lol)?! Hopefully this makes sense, sorry for bad english?! I have a feeling Brahms (and maybe Jason) are in the first category, but your stories are always full of suprises so 🤷

Mature themes mentioned. You've been warned.

Jason would be the worst when it comes to abandonment issues. He would be too afraid of you leaving him forever.

He'd come up with various excuses to make you stay.

He'd wrap his arms around you and refuse to let you go. The man is touch-starved. He'd beg to come with you.

If you didn't let him ? Well...I think he'd be miserable.

Jason *whines and cries against your shoulder while holding you close* : "Stay. Please. Stay."

For him, to speak takes tremendous effort—so when he does ? That means it is important.

Do not leave the poor man alone without anything to contact you with, or you'd come back to a mess. He'd have turned the whole house into a target practice.

And believe me, you don't want to be in the way of his machete...

Brahms would be close second after Jason. He'd make you stay by any means necessary.

Brahms *breathes heavily* : "DO NOT LEAVE ME !"

His parents told him they would be gone for only a few days—but they never came back.

He wouldn't let you do the same.

He tried to get Greta to stay, but it failed. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Brahms *grabs you and groans* : "If you leave me, I'll find you...I'll find you, Y/N."

The way he uttered your name made you shiver. Brahms would be close to a break down if you were gone for a few minutes. Imagine his state if it was for more than a few days ?

The moment you got back, he'd be borderline hysterical and crush you in a bear hug—crying and sobbing for you to never leave him again.

Bo has serious abandonment issues as well but—unlike Brahms or Jason—he would be more radical in his ways to make you stay.

Bo *grabs your arm and grits his teeth* "OH NO YOU DON'T !"

Bo was hated by his mother and it only aggravated his loneliness until he became...well...very self-centred and afraid of the pain.

The moment he gets attached to someone—their freedom is of no interest to him whatsoever.

Bo would rather tackle you to the ground, attach you or even have sex with you for you not to leave him.

That redneck isn't a quitter. Good luck trying to make him stay away.

"WHO THE F*CK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO LEAVE ME, HUH ?!"

Yeah...He's not going to cry, but you might. Sorry.

And in the category worse abandonment issues we also have Vincent. Of course the other twin wouldn't be very far from the first.

Vincent is...gentler than Bo ? He wasn't hated by his family. He was actually rather liked.

So, his wouldn't be as bad—but still.

There is a reason he wanted to make all his wax statues from actual people. He is scared of being lonely...He likes to be surrounded.

And since all the people in his town treated him and his family as freaks—he couldn't make a lot of connections apart to his brothers.

He was lonely. And hence, he'd be afraid to lose the only person he ever cared about than them. You.

So, he'd be very hesitant to let you go and try to make you stay with gifts and soft touches. Try to make you understand how much you mean to him before eventually letting you go. Just so you know that you'd be taking a part of him with you.

You might be surprised, but Pennywise belongs to the category of the slashers who would be very upset by the lack of physical proximity.

Indeed, even though he hates physical touch, he is still clingy when it comes to the presence of the people he loves—one of the reasons why he stays with Penny.

So, he'd be upset, a little bit more moody than usual without you around. He'd be constantly looking at the road and unconsciously hoping you'd come back.

Pennywise *sighs deeply to himself* : "Come on, you old clown...Don't be so stupid. Come on. Stop thinking about...about..."

He'd fight against his inner demons and believe that you'd come back on your own...until the very end.

"...Oh, you're leaving, human ?"

Surprisingly enough, Penny isn't as clingy as people think he is.

He does like physical contact a lot and would be very sad to see you go, but he also knows he is a god and would be able to get to you whatever happens.

Penny is confident in his abilities, maybe too much.

So, he'd keep a smile on and giggle while waving to you when you go.

But, remember...

He's always watching.

You try to escape ? He'd know.

And he'd hunt you down. He'd make you regret ever trying to escape. He'd drag you back if he has to.

Penny *giggles darkly* : "Aww...Poor poor Y/N. Don't look so sad. We'll be together forever. Isn't that what we wanted ?"

Freddy would take it badly, but old habits die hard. He'd find a way to blame you and move on...no matter what.

"Ya think you can hurt me, huh ? Well, I've got news for you, ~sweetheart. You can go. I can always find ya a replacement."

Douchebag attitude is Freddy's defense mechanism.

You want to leave ? Fine. He'll find a way to fill the hole. Booze. Brothels. Chaos...

Whatever he can do, he'll do. Freddy needs a moral compass in order to stay in check. You and Michael fill that position.

But, if you're gone ? Then, Freddy would be missing an important part of his functioning mechanism and would go back to his old ways.

He'd be lost. Trying to find himself all the wrong ways all over again...

For his safety and others, make sure to remind him that you care for him from time to time—especially if you're going somewhere he can't follow.

And be sure to invite him into your dreams from time to time. 😉

Michael would remain himself. He'd watch you go and stay impassive. Because he knows it wouldn't change a thing.

He expects you to never come back. It would be better.

Every time he takes a knife in his hand, he wouldn't find that tingling feeling...the little voice in his head telling him to kill you.

He wouldn't be so afraid of hurting you every single day. He wouldn't have to lock his door every night because he's afraid he might wake up with your blood on his hands.

He'd even tense up when you come back.

You *smile when you see him* : "Well, hello there. Missed me ?"

Michael : "..."

You *smile falter* : "Oh...Well, okay then."

Michel *slowly approaches you and slowly hugs you*

He did miss you. He just didn't know how to tell you...or stop himself from grabbing the kitchen knife and plunging it into your heart over and over.

Michael would die before hurting you, but it doesn't mean he isn't a slasher. Or that your love for him isn't dangerous.

Arthur would put his feelings aside and try to appear cruel.

"You think I care ? ~Oh, sweetie. I've spent most of my life caring about people. Not anymore. Not ever again...So, if you want to leave me ? Go ahead. There's the door."

You have to understand, Arthur has been hurt most of his life...by life itself.

He was never lucky. He never had any friends. He was basically alone most of his life.

He wouldn't want to be kept down, and so wouldn't want the same for you. He understands the need to leave. More than anyone else.

He'd prefer you leave than stay and be miserable—like he was. So, he would never stop you from leaving, no matter if there was a risk you wouldn't come back.

Arthur *smiles and holds your hand* "...Please. Don't let me stop you. Be free."

If you want to leave ? He won't stop you.

Because that's how much he loves you.

He'd let you have your freedom. No matter what.

"I'm going out.", you said.

"Have fun, honey.", he replied. He didn't even look up from his newspapers.

"I may be out for a couple of days.", you added—waiting for a reaction.

"Sure. I'll be right here when you come back.", he answered and smiled—but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Jack is a ghost. He doesn't really have feelings anymore and can sound cold sometimes. But, it's not because he doesn't care. It's just he knows what it is to have responsibilities.

He failed at being human—and he wouldn't want the same for you.

He would of course be worried that you'd leave forever, but honestly ? He'd be happy to let you live your life as you intend.

He doesn't have abandonment issues.

Matter-of-fact, he's the one who leaves most of the time. Of course, he wouldn't want your relation to stop so suddenly and would prefer you to come clear to him.

He wouldn't get mad, but he'd feel a little more dull and emotionless inside.

He'd become even more of a ghost than he was—but wouldn't let you see.

Jack *smiles before you close the door* : "...Bring back a souvenir, alright ? Something...something nice."

And that would probably be the only attempt he'd do to hint that he wants you to come back.

[b-00-biez]

"Slashers incorrect quotes!"

Y/n: so what do you say when you feel sad?

Brahms: I may have depression but at least I have bitches

Brahms fans SCREAMING IN SIMP

Playing cards against humanity

Jason Vorhees: Blank is the best sex toy

Brahms: a toothbrush

Lester: a cucumber

Bo sinclair: ...your mom.

Rip bo in loving memory of his stupid ass.

Y/n sends nudes

Michael:👍

Y/n: Bruh not even a compliment?

Michael:👍

Y/n: Shhh my boyfriend is in the shower and I wanna surprise him~

Y/n pulling the shower curtain

Brahms: What the?

Y/n smacks his ass

Brahms: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Y/n: Uwu im sowwy daddy, Ive been naughty please punish me

Michael silently judging

Vincent,making a mistake in his artwork: Ah fuck me!

Y/n singing: If you gave me a chance i would take it!

Y/n: It's like I'm married to a child!

Brahms: Watch what you say Y/n cause if im a child then what does that make you? a pedophile and ill be damned if im going to stay here and be lectured by a pervert

Bo and Y/n getting ready to fuck

Bo inserting his dick: ah fuck!

Y/n: Your card has declined

Bo:...what the fuck?

Y/n: Awww brahms malcohm is overworking himself I think he should take a break!

Brahms:Yeah i hope he does

Brahms: sorry typo *dies

Thomas just existing:

Y/n: This man is so fine! He makes me wanna *dies in simp*

Pennywise: You're so short

Chucky: And your forehead isn't.

Thomas being insecure

Y/n: What do you mean? Give me some honey butter cause your rolls are looking delicious!

That's all for today! follow me if you like my content and don't forget to ask me for any headcanons and scenarios!

[we-love-the-murder-bois]

Could I possibly have some slasher bois (primarily Jason, Pennywise, and Bubba) reacting to a s/o who when on their period just kind of, shut down and sleep a lot. Been having those bad period days lately.

(I’m sorry this took literal years 🥲)

Jason

- Jason only has a vague idea what periods are, the concept horrifies him! His partner had to teach him everything

- He’s amazingly attentive, refusing to leave them for long unless strictly necessary

- S/o has to be the one to go into town for period supplies, so Jason can’t help :(

- This man literally tamed a rabbit because you cried about wanting to hug something soft last time. What a guy!

- Some periods are bad, full of pain and snapping. He knows it’s not your fault you’re so angry, and he’ll take your yelling if it makes you feel better. You always cry and apologize anyway, he knows it’s just the period.

His darling had come back to bed after rushing out, looking sick and exhausted as they collapsed beside him with a groan.

“I living person shouldn’t bleed that much.” They complained, wrapping their arms around him and snuggling into his chest. They always got cold on their period, so he’d scrounged as many comforters as he could to keep their mattresses insulated. He hated to see his lover shiver, the lake got so cold in the mornings, mist hanging over the water like a spirit that spread through the camp and spread its cold.

Jason knew that living people could bleed a lot, himself included, but he figured that this was a different situation and his person didn’t want to be corrected.

So instead he stroked their hair as they dozed on his chest, a fitful rest full of tossing and turning. He should make them their favorite food later! He’d need to cook it far away though, they always hated the smell of cooking meat around this time.

He traced words onto their skin, declarations of love and admiration as his little lover slept. Every time they made a noise of pain and curled around their stomach his heart hurt, he wished he could do more!

His darling had once told him that being there was enough, and so he was determined to stay for as long as possible.

The can alarm jingled.

“Go, it’s fine.” His s/o muttered, sliding off him to retreat into the blankets. No it wasn’t! He would have to leave them! Alone and vulnerable! What if one of those nasty people broke in and tried to hurt them!

Jason was going to prove how much a human really could bleed, and then he was never leaving his s/os side, that much was certain.

Pennywise

- Pennywise knows all about periods and their quirks

- He gets annoyed how boring you can be, but he understands you can’t exactly help it.

- He loved you for your human quirks, which includes the less lovely part

- Tbh he likes the smell of the blood, but when he said that they threw a pillow at his face.

“Humans are strange.” He shook their limp arm as his human was curled in his lap. One of the perks of being a creature beyond human understanding was the fact he was always the perfect size, and his human could fit in his lap like a kitten if they wanted.

“So’re you.” They whined, curling tighter against his ruffles, a throw blanket emblazoned with woven loons and chickadees wrapped around them. He had given them the nickname of Loon once as an insult, but instead had been bombarded with childhood memories of calling out to the diving bird, of red eyes like his own being drawn on paper plates at a log cabin. The nickname stuck.

“My dear Loon, you are the strangest creature of all.” He cupped their squishy little face and peered into their beautiful human eyes, eyes like the Maine sky on a clear day, like the pine forests that stretched endlessly and hid dead in gnarled roots, of muddy lakebeds full of fish and stones and secrets. His human was a wonder of this world, the only wonder. He was older than time itself, had seen countless humans pass like cattle, had seen thousands of memories and life stories end, but this human, his human, was special. They were his everything, and he’d never quite be convinced they were only a human and not some otherworldly being.

One day he’d discover a way to keep them alive forever, and he’d find a way to stop their human ailments like this period while doing it. His human deserved the world, not the pain of biology.

“Yeah, yeah.” He let their head fall from his gentle grip to lay against his chest once more, beautiful eyes closed and breathing even. He may be a creature of fear, but they would dream of home tonight, of escaping into endless pines and swimming in a lake, he’d make sure of it.

Bubba

- He has to learn about female biology since he grew up in a male dominated family, it’s a long and slow lesson but he grasps the concept after a bit

- It’s hard for him to imagine such a thing and why the body does that! He knows a lot about bodies, and that was a weird thing

- On the bright side anatomy lessons are easy with a diagram

- He’s the sweetest and most attentive boyfriend during this time. All he wants to do is love you and hold you until the monster goes away

- He hates having to do work for once, actually standing up to his brothers if they try and tear him away or -gasp- say something mean about you!?

- He doesn’t see why anyone would be mad at you for such an ailment

“I’m okay hon, don’t hover.” His s/o scolded gently as they walked around the kitchen. It was more of a hunch, arm wrapped around their middle and face drawn tight with pain. He wanted to scoop them back in his arms and bring them back to bed, but they had insisted on getting up to make breakfast for the boys. Southern ideals and all that, though he would have been happy to cook, he used to anyway. He knew his s/o just liked helping however they could, and this was all they really knew when it came to the weird life their family led. Drayton even let them use his kitchen, so that was proof they were a good cook, he just wished they didn’t feel the need to right now.

He made a soft noise of discontent, sitting in an aged stool that creaked under his weight, watching them intently.

They were so beautiful. They insisted they weren’t, but he knew better. Plenty of men, and some women, he’d seen watch them, and while he didn’t like it he knew his partner was a capable person and could care for themselves. They were the most loyal person he’d ever met, and they saw something in him that he couldn’t.

“Fuck!” He watched them drop an egg as tried to crack them into a bowl to beat, the egg shattering on the floor. They had always been a bit clumsy, so this was hardly a shocking event.

But- but instead of cleaning it up with a little smile and self deprecating joke they sniffled. Tears welling in their soulful eyes and hands shaking as they scrubbed at their face.

He stood up in a panic as they let out a strangled little cry, stifled by their hands over their mouth as they hunched away, trying to hide.

He hated not being able to talk sometimes, how they could avoid listening if they didn’t look when he signed.

He lay a hand on their shoulder, dwarfing it.

“I’m okay, give me a second.” They protested, trying to shrug him off before giving up to lean into him. They looked exhausted, ready to fall asleep there in the kitchen. They should be in bed!

‘I make.’ He signed in front of them, arms around them and chin on their head. They fit against him like a puzzle piece, a perfect fit.

“No, I… You know what, fine.” They sagged into him, letting him scoop them into his arms without protest. He would’ve been able to carry them even if they did, but he hated forcing them to do anything they didn’t want to, it made him sad.

“Once this is over Drayton and I are making Texas style barbecue I swear.” They sighed into his shirt as he carried them to bed, tucking them under covers and throw blankets he’d taken from the empty cars. He would look forward to that, their barbecue was amazing.

He smoothed down their hair, pressing a kid to their head before lumbering off to furnish breakfast before his brothers woke up.

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I’m not dead! Suffering from my own bad period, but not dead. Endometriosis is a bitch let me tell you! I made do other slashers too, I really want to do a Carrie piece, but for now here.