creepy kiss

Kissing! Headcanon.

  • Pennywise was a tad uncomfortable with the idea of kissing.
  • He had faked it before to lure in victims. Mimicking loved ones to draw poor souls to their demise.
  • Yet that was fake. An act. He never felt anything towards anyone that resembled love or effection.
  • That was until he met you.
  • He wanted to show you effection, yet each time he tried, it was stiff and awkward.
  • His fingers occasionally brushing along your flesh or pulling you into a tense hold against his chest.
  • You knew he had good intent, yet you began to convince yourself he just wasn’t capable of those sort of things.
  • Which was fine, but it just got a bit lonely at times.
  • You wanted him to hold you, caress and kiss you.
  • Pennywise could see that.
  • Swallowing his own disgust, he decided you were what was important.
  • It happened quick and at random. You had been walking with him in the sewers and before you knew it, you had been hoisted up and pressed against the cold wall. Plump wet lips pressing to yours.
  • Your eyes went wide when you realized what was happening. He was kissing you.
  • It didn’t take long for you to react.
  • You hands reaching up and tangling in messy red strands of hair.
  • The kiss was completely sloppy. Teeth occasionally clashed together and his tongue would curiously brush over yours.
  • You had to tap his arm to pull away, reminding him that you had to breath.
  • He pulled away and looked at you for some form of approval. Worried he totally ruined the idea of kissing for you.
  • Once he could see the satisfaction and happiness in your eyes, he gave a deep dark chuckle and pressed his lips back to yours.
  • Yeah…. Kissing wasn’t so bad.