#you’re actually scared for him when pennywise calls him a madman. that was like really good line delivery btw it haunts me. so you watch the

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Your fear tastes different (Pennywise x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request? penny saves you from some supernatural hunters after him so they take you, they're sleazeballs and try stuff with you. I just really want some reader gets turned on by hero penny and totally does him right there in the middle of all the blood because she can't stand feeling like they are still touching her so Penny makes it all better. maybe penny loves seeing you painted in red & he even realizes the smell of your fear was nasty when he didn't cause it.

Requested by: @hello-helianthus

Warning: Smut, Gore, Violence

Another request finished! Yet again, I love working with ideas that you guys give me, this one I wrote in record time actually as it just flowed out like no tomorrow. Also, I am starting a tag list and if you guys want to be added just message or request whatever is easier for you ^^ Thank you so much for reading and I hope that you guys enjoy! 

Your eyes fluttered open, and slowly you became aware of your rather dim and terrifying surroundings. One flickering light bulb hung above your head, your arms tied hard against your back, behind the back of the chair to stop you from being able to move. One leg tied to each of the chair’s legs, you were completely immobilized, and that frightened you more than anything.

How had you gotten here you didn't know, and you could hardly think with the painful pounding in your head. You could taste the blood in your mouth, the metallic tang terrorizing your tongue as you felt something sticky running down the side of your head, down your cheek.

The last thing you remembered was that you were heading over to Pennywise’s house, pedalling hard on your bike’s pedals as you were trying to make it in record time. You were slightly out of breath when you hopped off the side of your bike, walking the rest of the way down the street as you finally reached the rotting fence of the house. You were excited to spend your afternoon with Pennywise as if had been a couple of days since you saw the clown. Bouncing up the stairs after ditching your bike beside the porch, you made it to the door… but that was all you could remember, well, besides something hard hitting you on the head.

There was a loud slam, after the noise you saw light appear in front of you, a door opening and hitting the wall in one fluent motion. It caused you to jump, your small frame shaking as you saw two forms entering the room. As their faces came into focus you saw they were 2 middle aged men, wearing rather ragged and old clothes, stubble on their faces and their eyes locked onto your form as they entered.

“Well, well, well… It looks like the little bird is awake!” One jests to the other, grinning as the other let out a low chuckle as he walked to a table that resided in the corner of the room. You saw him pick up something that looked like a hammer, and you didn't want to think about what they were going to do to you.

“W-who are you?” You squeaked timidly, your arms still squirming as you tried to worm your way out of the rope that held your wrists behind your back.

The man slammed the hammer down onto the table, the sound of metal hitting metal scared you, your eyes widening as you felt tears starting to slide down your cheeks as the other man moved forward, fingers gripping your chin hard and forcing you to lock eyes with him. He looked angry, they both looked angry, but for the life of you, you didn't know what you had done!

“What do you know about Pennywise?” He growls, his tone low as his grimy fingers dug into your flesh, causing you to cringe and flinch away from his gaze. You didn't want to see the fire that burnt in his eyes, it only scared you further. But what scared you was that they were after what you loved most, and they seemed like they didn't want to find him to have a friendly conversation.

“W-who?” You decided to play dumb, you were never going to give up your Pennywise. Never. Nothing was worth selling him out.

The man with the hammer growled, the man who was holding your chin slaps you, stepping back as you gave a small whimper. Your cheek stung as your head hung down, your hair cascading over your eyes in a shield, and you wished that it would protect you from your captors. But you weren't a kid anymore, and you had accepted the harsh reality that no one could help you unless Pennywise found you… but you begged to god, even if you were an atheist, to make him not fall into these men's clutches.

Your head slowly rising again, you see the male who was holding the hammer stepping forward, the one who had slapped you stepping back with a sickening smirk on his lips. He raises the weapon into the air, and you felt the air leave your lungs as you knew he was going to swing, but where?

“Now, we know you are the clown's little pet. Don't think we haven't seen you coming to that run down house every afternoon after school, that sickening beast waiting for you. It has been eating kids around here way too long. If you don’t tell us where that freak is now, I don't think you're going to last very long” His growl was deeper than the other man's, his voice sounding like you imagined psycho killers would have.

Your mind reels, you knew if you didn't tell them anything, you were going to end up dead and beaten in a ditch, no one would know what had happened to you and they would just chalk it up with the other countless murders and disappearances of other kids both younger and older than you at the moment. Swallowing hard, you knew you were going to hold your ground.

“I d-don't know him,” You said, voice stern but you still had a waver. Your throat closed up as the hammer swung, slamming down onto your left thigh.

The noise that echoed through the room was something you didn't even recognize, was you. It was high pitched, long and filled with pain and anguish. The pain in your thigh was excruciating, tears flowing harder for your eyes as you could hardly breathe due to the amount of pain that your body was processing at that moment. You could feel the bone breaking, snapping under the male's hard blow, your leg feeling like it was just disintegrating at the blow.

Your body was shaking harder than before, sobs escaping your body as you still struggled to breathe, and you could hear both of the insane men in front of you chuckling at your pain. It caused you to feel sick to your stomach, but you knew this was only the beginning of your torment.

“Now, sweet little thing, why don't you tell us about this clown, and you might just walk out of here” The man who had now held a machete in his hand, the man who had hit you with the hammer stepping back and letting this one step forward.

The tears didn't stop streaming down your cheeks, your breathing uneven as you saw the light bounce of the sharp blade. You knew with this strike you were probably going to die, your body wasn't going to be able to take such a shock to its system, let alone the amount of blood loss you would probably suffer… they were strong, and one strike would probably cut your leg straight off like a knife cutting through butter.

“N-never!” You croaked out between your tears, eyes shooting up to the two males with passion, determination, and fear. They both watched you, still smirking.

“Well then, night night little one. Your clown will soon be there with you in hell” The machete-wielding one growls, raising it over his head like the other man had the hammer. As you saw it start to swing down at your right leg, your eyes closed tightly shut, ready for the new wave of pain to hit you.

But, when the pain didn't hit and you heard a loud, animalistic growl that was so familiar your eyes shot open in an instant. Your blurry eyes slowly came into focus, once again wide as you gave a small cry of happiness when you saw Pennywise standing in front of you, towering over the man who held the machete, his back facing you. The clown had a tight grip on the male's wrist, stopping him from swinging the weapon down onto your defenceless frame.

The growl grew louder, deeper and more savage, and then you heard the sickening crack of the male's wrist snapping as Penny bent it backwards, making him drop the weapon. The male let out a strangled cry, the man that still held a hammer growls, ready to take on the clown. Not that he knew what he was getting into. Machete guy had fallen to his knees, but he was lifted off the ground by the neck by Pennywise.

“You never, ever touch my (y/n), Ever! You disgusting humans, you feral apes!” Pennywise’s tone of voice was something that you had never heard before. The rage and anger coursing through his so-called veins, the way that his voice cracked and the aura seeping of him… It caused you to fear him, even if it only was the slightest amount.

You heard a couple more strangled cries came from the man as you heard another sickeningly loud crack, and you guessed that it was the male's neck as you saw his head now lolling to the side at an odd angle. Letting out a weak grasp, the body fell to the ground and Pennywise appeared in front of the hammer-wielding man. The disgusting man let out a ferocious raw, lunging forward at your beautiful Pennywise which caused you to cry out. In a second Penny grabbed his arm, ripping the hammer from his hand.

“You touched my (y/n)? With such a cruel thing? You disgusting vile creature…” Penny snaps at the male, picking up the hammer with a sadistic smile on his face “Well, let me return your favour!” Pennywise giggles, before he started to swing the hammer over and over, bearing and deforming the male under him. The cries of the male ended in seconds, his body falling to the ground in a puddle of blood.

Fear coursed through your veins. You had never seen Pennywise in this state before, so violent, covered in blood and giggling like a madman… with the pain mixed into it, you were in a delirious, your body still shaking. Breathing uneven, Penny turned to you with his eyes still a bright golden colour, his smirk wide showing some of his transformed, sharp fangs.

“(Y/n), baby… My poor, poor baby” He cooed, his voice still cracked and low as he slowly made his way over to you. There were blood splatters all over his silver clown suit, his claws that had formed in his rage were slowly forming back into his gloved hands.

“P-penny!” You cried out, and in an instant, he was in front of you and your bounds were broken. Tears slipped down your cheeks again, but this time not in fear but in relief. He had come for you, found you, saved you.

“You poor little creature…” He mutters, stepping over the body that laid in front of your chair “Your smell, your fear is so sour, so disgusting… no one is allowed to touch you, no one else is allowed to make you cry or feel fear” You heard the edge of anger in his voice still there, his eyes smouldering as he knelt down, so he could now be face to face with you, your hands quickly gripping his shoulders to make sure that he was there, that he was real and that it wasn't some stupid hallucination in your pained and delusional state.

The clown's fingers gently brushed over your slapped cheek, the skin still red and tender as his eyes slowly morphed back to their original light blue colour, his eyes scanning your body. Landing on your left thigh, another small growl leaving his lips as he could see how it sit incorrectly, a bruise already beginning that looked so violent… Penny’s eyes flashed a bright gold once again before they locked with yours.

“Does it hurt kitten?” His voice had a squeak to it, but you knew he was trying to be comforting in your state of distress. Nodding, you sniffled as you couldn't even look down at your leg in fear of passing out.

Another toothy grin made it to his lips, this time his teeth now their normal bucky teeth and his gloved hand rested on your right thigh as he lowered his face down to your thigh “Well my beautiful kitten, why don’t we get this fixed?” As he said this, you felt his breath rolling off your wound, causing you to squirm slightly, and you quickly not.

You didn't know what he was doing, but you had learned not to question the clown in the months that you have been by his side. With a couple of seconds, you felt something wet and slimy slowly travelling against your wound. It caused you to give a small cry, and you squirmed slightly in your seat at the pain it brought. You realized that Pennywise was licking your leg, and his gloved hands grabbed your hips to hold you still so you didn't stop him from licking your thigh.

About a minute after licking, Penny’s head lifted and you could see some saliva slipping out of the corners of his lips. Why was he licking your leg? But as you dared to look down at your leg, you realized how normal it looked. Thinking about it, you could no longer feel any pain coming from it either. Moving your leg, you gave a small gasp as it seemed to be as good as new.

“H-how did you do that P-Penny!?”

He chuckles deeply, his gloved hand now resting upon your cheek again as his face neared yours “I have my abilities kitty. Now that we got your beautiful little leg feeling better… my little kitty scared Pennywise! You belong only to me, and I want you now kitty” As he says this, his red painted lips smashed against yours needily, with more force than you had felt before.

You felt his hardness already growing against your knee as he was still knelt down in front of you, arms enclosing you against the chair and pressing your body against his broad chest. It gave you a sense of security, and with what had just happened you needed to be as close as possible to Pennywise, to be one with him to know that you were okay, that you were safe.

“I will never let anyone touch what is mine again my little kitty. Never” He growls as his lips parted from yours, his lips travelling up to your hairline and lapping at the blood that was on your face, feeding on the dried blood as his hands quickly shredded off your blood stained clothes, leaving you naked and bare on the chair you had once been tied to.

Slowly letting his tongue drag down your face, Pennywise then focused his skilful tongue on your red cheek to try and soothe it of any pain. No one was allowed to inflict pain on you, only him. You were his and no one else's after all. As his tongue lapped at your cheek, your hands worked on peeling off his clown suit in the eagerness of having his flesh against yours. There was a desperate need building up in your stomach that you needed to relieve.

“Your blood tastes sooooooo goooooood” He whines with a couple of giggles, his face now buried in the crook of your neck while his fingers slowly crept their way up your bare thighs, rubbing your clit to start to get you wet and excited. You gave a weak mewl as his fingers traced your lips, then slowly started to massage your clit.

Your hands clung to his now bare arms, as you had forced his clown suit all the way down to his knees, freeing his cock from his suit. It seemed to be painfully hard, his cock against his lean stomach as his lips sucked at your pale skin, teeth slowly nibbling and biting into your skin creating fresh little wounds all over your shoulder.

Moans slowly left your lips as his finger started to slip into your pussy, pushing into you and stretching you to prepare for his large cock. His breath was rolling down your chest as he continued to bite into your soft skin, sucking the blood from your fresh wounds.

“P-Penney… Need you so bad Pen…” You mewl.

Pennywise giggled in the crook of your neck, fingers curling deep inside you hitting your g-spot, causing you to arch off the chair as your nails dug into his pale white arms with pleasure. His long fingers curled one last time before pulling out of you completely. They were soaked and he lifted them to his lips before sucking your juices off his fingers before another giggle escaped his lips.

“Always so pretty when you are like this…” He growls softly, one filled with lust and want as he moved closer and wedged himself in between your thighs. His fingers curled around your thighs, letting himself position himself to enter you fluently.

With one quick thrust, he was inside you and bottoming himself out. You moan echoes in the room, your arms quickly locking around his neck and pulling your chest flush against Penny’s his cock filling you and you locked your thighs around his waist to make sure he filled you as much as he possibly could. A couple of seconds after he was quick to pull his hips out, then thrust hard into you causing the chair to just under you with the strength of his thrust.

Strangled moans left your lips as he started to slam into you hard and fast, there was never usually soft sex with Pennywise, but with the worry of him losing you, he was slamming into you at a fast and heavy pace to feel you around him, to mark you and claim you over and over as you moaned his name loudly. His growls filled the room as he fucked you like a wild animal, your moans mixing with the growls. Pennywise sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, deeper than before as it added to the excitement of your sex. You couldn't help but feel a little bad for the chair that you were on, as it was squeaking with each thrust into you.

It only took less than two minutes before you were both reaching your highs, you breathing rapid and your moans growing longer and louder as that familiar feeling built in the bottom of your stomach as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tilted your head back. Before you could even warn him you came, Pennywise growling louder as his speed seemed to speed up, if that was possible, and then came inside you. You both rode out your high, your juices mixing together and slipping down your thighs and onto the ground in a small puddle.

Tugging out, his lips pressed against yours again lightly as he watched you with an amused face, loving it as he watched his come slowly drip out of your pussy. Pennywise’s gaze caused you to shudder, and slowly you stood as his clothes just seem to appear on him once again. Smiling up at him, he towered over you as he now stood again. Your arms wrapped around his middle tightly, your face burying into his chest.

“Thank you, Pennywise… for saving me, for coming to get me” You squeak softly, and slowly his long and lanky arms wrapped themselves around your small frame and you felt his chin rest against your head as he gave a breathless chuckle-like-giggle.

“No one messes with my little kitten, no one” Pennywise stated possessively, and you couldn't help but laugh at how cute he could be. 

You were sure you would forget what happened today soon enough with Pennywise’s help, and you knew that no one would ever hurt you again as long as Pennywise was with you. And you loved it that way.