#pennywise fandom

Here guys, we may be little people from what it once was .. but we are warriors, still taking place here after such hard times of hunger for content for our freaky ass bitch clown

But guys.. in 1 month and 16 days the wait will pay off

TUMBLR WILL RISE

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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Finished! Pennywise Chibi~🎈

I’ll do a second version with a “real” background. But it will take some time, because I really suck at drawing backgrounds...

So this happened, hope you clownfuckers enjoy. 😘😘

TW: Blood, Periods, straight smut y’all

The blanket is ripped away from your sleeping body and it is the shock of the sudden motion that wakes you rather than the loss of warmth. You snap forward into a seated position, mind blurry with sleep, not entirely awake. Your legs instinctively pull up, curling your body into a protective ball as your brow furrows and your heart races. Your arms wrap about your legs, feeling the loss of your blanket. Your voice cracks and fails as you peer into the darkness of your room, no sound leaves your lips. It is too thick, the darkness, oppressively thick and somehow full. You know why instantly but it doesn’t stop your confusion.

Two lights flame in the darkness, orange and glinting. They hover near the ceiling of the far wall before gliding closer to the bed. You hear nothing. No breathing. No movement. You gaze at the twin fires, blinking.

“What is going on?” Your voice cracks again with sleep. You rub a hand across your face and glance towards the clock on your bedside table. Taking your eyes off of the lights was a mistake. You are grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air. Your hands grasp at the inhuman wrist that holds you, trying to support your weight so you don’t choke. Your legs flail and kick. You feel claws pricking at your skin and you can mentally picture the wicked black points of them. You are about to speak when the Being beats you to it.

“Hurt.” The voice curls out of the darkness high pitched but ragged, wavering. You swallow roughly against the hand, your pulse racing. “Bleeeeding,” it’s voice is a high whisper that fades into a deep growl that reverberates in your chest. “Hurt.” The t pops, and you struggle to pull your weight up so you’ll be able to speak.

“I can’t...I can’t talk like this, Pen. You have to...could you please put me down?” You rephrase as another growl ripples from the darkness. IT is supporting your weight somehow so that you aren’t strangling but the press of it’s palm to your throat still makes talking a harsh whisper.

There is a snarl as you are released and fall heavily to the bed. The eyes blink out of existence but he does not leave. You feel him in the darkness he has created. You can smell him in your room. Sugar and caramel corn, the scent of a carnival. Something animal and feral lingers underneath, like a tigers cage at the zoo. It is a fitting mental comparison as you feel that he is stalking your bed, walking back and forth in the darkness like the predator he is. Waiting for an answer, for an explanation.

“I’m not hurt, Pen. I’m-“ The most disconcerting thing is that he does not allow his body to create sound unless he wants it to. Suddenly he is in your face and you can see every detail of his pale face as he frowns at you in an exaggerated way, eyes glowing bright he leans closer and closer until his nose presses into yours. Staring into your eyes he inhales your scent, a pointed move, a challenge. The eyes somehow...spark as he inhales. You feel no breath on your face when he hisses to you next, but warm drool is dripping down your chin, overflowing his lip that linger so close to yours.

“Lies.” His voice is something strange. Deep and growling and all encompassing, high pitched and whispering all at once. The anger is not hard to hear.

“I am bleeding, Pen, but I’m not hurt.” His nickname grounds him somehow you’ve found. So you keep using it, attempting to soothe him. You have some form of a relationship but this being is feral and inhuman and a piece of you still wonders if he might eat you.

He makes a chuffing noise, like a tiger again and his nose is pressed to your neck now, sniffling. It trails down your body to your chest, drool splattering across your skin and nightclothes. He descends until he is hovering over your crotch, nose pressing forward into your groin in a way that makes you jolt. Pennywise was prone to disappearing and he had yet to be around when your cycle came. You hadn’t been...whatever this was for very long. He was eons old so surely he knew what a period was?

The glowing eyes slowly raise up to look at your face, not moving from where he hovers. He blinks out of sync, one eye than the other. “It’s...my period, Pen. It’s not the same as bleeding, really.”

He regards you blankly, no emotion on his face. Should you explain this further to him? But his wavering voice reaches your ears after another moment. “Like a doooog in heat,” You feel his hands grip your hips, claws pressing into the fabric. “You bleed...without telling ol’ Pennywise?”

You swallow, suddenly unsure. “You...you’ve been gone for all the others I thought…”

He is climbing your body now, slithering up you with his length and weight pressing down heavily. His teeth are sharp, his mouth is widening with more and more teeth. “You hide this from...your old pal...Pennywise?” His breath is warm in your face. It stinks of burnt sugar and iron, of fear. He has adopted a fake sadness, the words rising with a whine from his gravelly throat. “I am the Eater of Worlds, the Eater of Flesh,” His words are unaffected by all the teeth, by his mouth as it opens wider. The teeth gleam before your face, impossibly sharp and deadly. You are afraid now, so unsure why he’s so angry at having not known about your bleeding.

“The Eater of...Blood.” The words are quiet as he cranes his neck down, twisting it with an animal tilt. Suddenly you are even more unsure, as drool from his fanged mouth drips slowly onto you. He stares into your eyes, posed above you with teeth jutting towards you like a fish you once saw in a nature show. With speed that defies physics he is back down at the joining of your thighs and he watches your face as he opens his jaws, splits his face, the light of his deadlights glows dimly but he isn’t trying to let you see them.

His jaws descend towards your hips with the speed of a striking predator and you close your eyes shut. The fangs slice through your clothes and prick your skin, scratch you, and you are sure he’s going to tear a chunk of you off or bite you in half. The air is cool on your flesh, torn clothing ripped further away by a hand. He descends again, hot breath fanning your sex. No sooner do you feel the prick of his teeth against your skin than it is gone, vanished, and his nose is pressing into your clit as his impossibly long tongue buries itself deep inside you, writhing and turning. You jolt and fist the blankets at the sudden pleasure, a sharp keen escaping you.

Your legs pop apart and you hear the muffled wetness of his grunts. When you have gained control of your body you look down at him. His face is buried in your pussy, pressed so close every small movement of his head presses his nose into that small bundle of nerves like a stroke of lightning. His eyes are rolled back, white, lost in the pleasure of tasting you. The sight, coupled with an aggressive thrust of his inhuman tongue sends you over the edge.

His hands grip your thighs, sink into your flesh with small stings. His face is splitting further, peeling back and apart and he’s pulling you further into his mouth. His top jaw extends above your mound now and you can feel the lower across your cheeks. Sharp needlepoint teeth prick you as he closes his mouth around your sex, your entire pussy enclosed in the hot wetness of his jaws. His tongue is both inside of you, filling every inch of you, and pressed against your outer lips. He fucks you with his tongue as he impossibly drags it roughly up your clit. A low growl emanates from his chest, vibrating you and buzzing through you. Your eyes are rolling back, you can’t handle all the pleasure; you are ascending to new realms your body is alight and you feel like you are...floating.

This is the day we met Tim Curry's "Papawise" version of Penny. This is a day to be celebrated.