What Lies Beneath (Pennywise x Reader)

Chapter 13

Chapter Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault/rape, struggles with morality, smooth-talking-fuckery, combative behavior, antagonism, heckling, excessive force, pick-me-girl moments, damsel-in-distress clichés, frightening/monstrous imagery, gore, water sex, monster sex, monster genitalia, size kink, tentacle sex, unexpected tenderness

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Disappointment ebbed through you at his lack of reassurance regarding your safety. You outwardly scoffed at his bluntness, which confirmed that he could change into his savage state of mind at any point. "Thanks, Penn. That's super comforting," you replied sarcastically.

Luckily, the sarcasm wasn't lost on him and he smirked at your response. For an ancient being, you were surprised and also grateful that he adapted well to the current culture. "Would you rather me lie to spare your fragile feelings?" he teased, though his tone was serious.

"No," you snapped back, not appreciating how weak he clearly still considered you to be. "But there's no point in helping you if you're going to continue on this path of destruction."

All humor had vanished from his face at that point and his eyes flashed at you in the darkness. He began to approach you slowly with a hungry glare, making you instinctively back up into a pile of junk that he had collected, which caused some of the objects to fall loudly to the ground. When you turned to face Pennywise again, he was directly in front of you, inches from your face. "Are you afraid of me?" he breathed, his gaze flickering from your face to your body.

Your heartbeat quickened as it pounded against your chest while you decided on your answer. "I'd be stupid not to be, right? That's what you're going to tell me?"

"That doesn't answer my question," he spoke so lowly with such intimidation and captivation that you had to catch yourself from falling into a daze just staring at him, the way his full lips formed each word that fell from his lips.

You inhaled briefly, preparing yourself for the backlash of your answer. "No."

His brows furrowed slightly as he blinked a couple of times in disbelief, still coming impossibly closer to you. "No? You're not afraid?"

"I'm not," you breathed, trying to maintain your train of thought. "I'm not afraid of what you are, Pennywise. I'm afraid of what you can do."

"Oh?" he replied, somewhat taken aback. "Do enlighten me."

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders and pushing slightly. "If you don't already know what I mean by that then there's no point in talking about it further."

He remained unmoved, even after you pushed harder, indicating that you wanted him to back off of you. "Tell me, pet," he demanded, his tone severe.

"I'm done talking about this. I'm not getting into this with you right now after you just attacked me and nearly made me your next meal. Let me go, Pennywise."

He remained unmoved, his eyes searching yours for what seemed like an eternity until he apparently couldn't help himself. He lifted his hand, causing you to flinch away instinctively as you had done previously in fear that he was going to attack you. Instead of pulling away this time, he tenderly brushed the hair out of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

His body was pressed against yours now as he entangled his fingers into your hair, settling his face in the crook of your neck while he brushed his lips against your pulse point. You trembled beneath his touch, but you didn't know if it was from fear or arousal. Maybe both? It was ridiculously difficult to determine your feelings about him anymore.