#the deadlights

The costume stays on. 

A fuzzy feeling rushed through your entire body. Like an explosion had gone off, all you could hear was a faint buzzing and the movement of air. And bells. Bells rang faster and faster as Pennywise rocked his hips more and more. Coming towards your climax, all you knew was the ringing sound and the piercing pressure blowing into you. Bells sang an intense song until suddenly, they stopped. They stopped and everything was so warm. Pennywise laid on your chest, his large arms wrapping you up and holding you tight against him as he'd purr.

He's a monster. ofc he'd purr and growl and snarl and hiss. I like to think Pennywise also shows some very possessive behavior with his victims like holding them close and/or scratching and nipping his captive when they're bad.

I don't see a reality where Pennywise would fall in love with a human. I do think he'd keep a person as a pet or love them as if they were a favorite toy. This means that Pennywise would tease them; possibly with their worst fears as a way of feeding off of a passive source. (Think like a cheat meal which he doesn't have to hunt down)

Moreover, Pennywise wouldn't be able to feed off of his captive's embarrassment, however he would definitely find it entertaining. Things like their private thoughts, their hidden secrets, or methods of physical humiliation would really humor him. Your discomfort brings his enjoyment. As a result, I think Pennywise would be incredibly degrading towards you. He'd also have a humiliation kink for his victims.

Pennywise wouldn't be overtly sexual since he's a clown. Doesn't even swear. However, he would possibly make inappropriate innuendos– things that aren't obvious but still suggestive enough to make himself laugh. He also seems like he would give any captive he is particularly fond of a fairly possessive nickname.

“And how is my little baby over here?” He'd mock, “Is my baby girl enjoying their new home?” 

“Hello, would you like a balloon? I've got red ones, or blue ones, and long ones, and thick ones. I'd offer my special balloon, but I think it's broken. It won't inflate. Could you help me blow my special balloon?”

During sex with Pennywise, he would sometimes alter himself just slightly the further and further you went with him. Being curious on the limitations of your mortal body, (maybe even intentionally trying to cause you a little pain) Pennywise would shapeshift his dick to grow slightly larger inside of you as you'd bounce on him– seeing how far he could stretch you out.

“Hehehe..,” Pennywise growled. You felt a tightness inside you, feeling a new sting as you dropped back down on his shaft. It was a maddening sensation. You felt like you were being stuffed full. Like every drop reached deeper. Like your walls were being pushed further apart. The sensation just kept growing and growing until…

“I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” You cried, “you're too big.” Tears started hastily falling down your cheeks as you looked into his dark eyes. That crooked smile only taunted you.

“Awe, no fun! I wanted to see you pop! Like a balloon.”

And when you'd get your period, there's no stopping him. He'll eat you out like he's starving for it. His hands grip both thighs- prying them apart- and he digs his face in there. And when he would be done, Pennywise would lift his head to reveal his mouth bloodied and smeared.

However, he isn't only interested in keeping you captive for his own enjoyment. Pennywise initially brought you down to the sewers of Darry to feed on your flesh. He was ravenous when he met you. As soon as he was just about to sink his teeth into your hand, you had surprised him. Your scent. He realized that you weren't terrified of him– in fact, the opposite– but he couldn't let you go. Something in his head stopped him.

During his hibernation, Pennywise would spend a long time sleeping in intervals. Between that, he’d slug out of his bloody pool, pushing past severed limbs and scattered entrails in order to reach you. You’d hear him from the drains in your household- from the gutters on your morning walk. He’d beckon to you to visit.

You'd sit in his carriage listening to him showcase his latest songs on the tuba. He would make you play games with him– some less innocent than others. Additionally, he'd even just sit there eagerly and listen to you talk.

“So I uh.. went on a run and saw this bird and-”

“Ooh hoo hoo! How fun.” He'd clap.

During his active periods, Pennywise would keep you captive underground where it would be cold and wet and bloody. Keeping you trapped in his domain watching you. Initially, you were scared. Terrified even. You were trapped in the caves beneath Derry, forced to watch this psychotic clown devour children whole. He'd torment you‐ scaring you mercilessly and chasing you back and forth. He knew wasn't going to kill you. He just wanted to be mean. I think this would've eventually formed into a Stockholm dynamic where you two would eventually grow closer as you desensitized yourself to his violence (maybe it was fast, or slow- idk how fucked up you already are)

Pennywise is the type of guy who wouldn't know how to act when you cry. He'd just stand there and scrunch up his face waiting for you to stop. He's quite emotionally unavailable and at points presently not there (a dissociative baddie).

Moreover, more often than not, Pennywise speaks in a childish or belittling tone because the deadlights find it their most comfortable tone because they've been a clown for so long.

“I know a secret,” he'd giggle, “You have been thinking naughty, NAUGHTY things!” Pennywise would say as he'd step closer towards you, trapping you between the sewer gate and his large, towering frame…