#pyramid head x you

[diejager]

Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?

Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭

Headlock Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.

You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.

The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.

Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.

“Please! T-too much!”

He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.

His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.

You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.

“Are- are we done?”

[morwap]

I just ask for some Pyramid head smut. That man makes me SO weak 🙏🙏🙏

dbd setting!! he has like a tentacle tongue thing???

he stretched you out, no matter how many times you two did this you never got used to it. he was so big in every sense of the word, you didn’t know how it fit at first and at this point you just stopped wondering.

you tried to open your legs wider for him, the growls came from him seemed to be pleased with you trying to help.

the cold from the desks he had pushed together gave you goosebumps. your fingers circled around your clit as your cunt struggled around his cock.

you closed your eyes for a second, you felt his cold tongue lick up your thigh as he thrusted into you. you opened your else and he let out a purr, glad he caught your attention.

the executioner’s tongue licked at your clit once you moved your fingers for a moment then he licked up your body.

his gloved hands pushed your legs to your chest as he got rough, making the desks shake and his knife that he rested against a few desks beside you.

[d10nyx]

paint the town red

ft. pyramid head x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, snuff(i think it counts for written work idk), big size difference, stalking, murder, physical injury, heavy non-con, gore, blood, violence, p in v, monster fucking

a/n: i'm so nervous to post this idek why 😭😭 um it's very dd:dne so proceed with caution! i lost followers after the cannibalism fic lets see if it happens again lmao

word count: 1k words

You've been running for so long that your lungs burn. In the distance, the loud screeching of the metal of that creature’s weapon grating along the concrete is the only thing letting you know he’s still hot on your tail. There's a heavy thumping of footfalls as he follows you, seemingly aware of every move you make. No matter how fast you run, he always seems to be close by, never faltering in his chase.

The fog is endless. The air is thick and starved of oxygen, making it harder to breathe and worsening your fatigue as you try to escape. You should be thankful for the creature's noise, as you can barely see two feet in front of you. You'd been drawn to this town, and now it would not let you go. Not until you had paid your debts - it appeared the Executioner himself would be the one to claim the price.

One wrong turn was all it took. It was so easy to get turned around in the fog, and you find yourself growing uneasy as an eerie silence settles around you. You can feel his presence, even if you can no longer hear him. There's an unmistakable terror that rises within you when he's nearby, like your subconscious can sense him even when there's no sign of him. The heavy thuds of his footsteps stop, and your steps falter as you try and figure out where to go next.

You didn't get the chance to make that decision.

You hear the familiar screech of his blade dragging along the floor right behind you, but before you can run, a strong arm settles around your waist, dragging you back against the hulking figure. He doesn't speak as he grabs hold of you, but you can hear the heavy breaths coming from underneath his large, triangular helmet.

You try your best to fight your way out. No matter what you do, he doesn't flinch. His breathing doesn't change. There's not a single sign that you're even hurting the thing. You kick back against his legs, hard enough that if he was human, his knees would give out. You claw, scratch, punch…

Nothing works.

He drops his weapon, and you don't stop panicking. He's no less intimidating without it - his hulking figure is a looming presence over you, and you're sure that he could snap every bone in your body without even trying. You scream as loud as you can, your throat turning scratchy and your ears ringing at the sound.

It doesn't matter. Nobody's coming to help you, and the creature only gets more excited by your torment. When you feel the evidence of his excitement, your blood runs cold.

You can feel his hardening cock pressing against your back, and you know any attempt to fuck you would kill you. It was long, and probably thicker than your forearm. You beg for him to let you go, plead until your voice grows weak. It just watches with sick satisfaction, waiting for the moment you give up and go limp in his arms.

In one fluid motion, he's got you pinned to the floor. His hand is harsh against the back of your head, slamming you hard enough against the ground that your nose breaks, blood pouring out steadily. You scream in agony, and the thing behind you lets out a pleased grunt, reaching under his bloodied apron to free his cock.

It ignores you as you beg for him to stop - to just kill you. His large hand rips right through your jeans and panties, leaving just enough access for him to push inside of you. It grows increasingly frustrated as any attempts at entry fail, eventually deciding to stop playing ‘nice’ and just thrusting his hips forward as hard as he can, tearing right through you.

Your throat is raw from how much you're screaming, your fingers clawing helplessly at the concrete below you. Your thighs are coated in a wet substance, which you vaguely register must be your own blood.

You're sure you're going to pass out soon. The pain has your body going numb, your body growing slack underneath him as he begins to thrust. Your mind tries to go somewhere else, but it's impossible to ignore the intrusion. Your stomach bulges grotesquely, the outline of the monster's cock visible even as he pulls back before slamming back in.

Your pulse weakens as he forces himself further inside, thrusting as deep as he can manage. You're barely conscious, bleeding and drooling all over the concrete beneath you. His thrusts falter slightly, and you feel a flicker of hope that this would all finally end.

Hope that is quickly ripped from you as soon as he grips your neck from behind, his hand squeezing your throat and cutting off all your oxygen. Good things don't survive in Silent Hill, and you should have known your brief respite wouldn't last. You raise your hands to try and pry him away from you, but it's no use. He's too strong, and you're too weak, only seconds away from passing out.

His thrusts resume, knocking you forward jnti his vice-like grip on your throat. You hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to your family. No one would know where to look for you - you'd just become another body lost to the horrors of this town.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to take in breaths. Your body consorts unnaturally as he starts to tug you back into his thrusts, a sickening crunch echoing in the air before he drops you back to the ground, your lifeless body thudding against the concrete.

The pain finally stops, the release of death smothering you like a warm blanket. The Executioner peels away from you, your blood joining the other victims’ on his apron. His punishment has been delivered, and he returns to stalking the town of Silent Hill, his knife dragging along the floor with that sickening sound echoing through the fog.

[multific]

Home

Pyramid Head x Reader

A/N: My first Pyramid Head fic! Hope you enjoy and let me know if you want more!

He was mad. The one thing, the most important one was missing.

He arrived back and put his sword to the side when he noticed. His little Angel, his everything was gone.

You were gone and he couldn't find you.

He was mad, beyond mad, he was ready to burn Silent Hill down, again, just to find you.

He had an idea who took you. He had a very good idea who took you and he will set fire to the rain to get you back.

He marched back out with his sword in hand, his heavy steps echoed through the entire building which you called home. 

You on the other end were thrown into a room, well it was more like a cell. They tried to torture you for information.

They didn't know where you came from or who you were, but you didn't say a word. They didn't need to know that you lived with the mightiest beast of them all. 

He loved you and you loved him, it was a simple relationship. Even if he didn't talk, you understood him perfectly.

You still remember when you first saw him how scared you were, you surely thought this will be the end for you, you accidentally stumbled across the town and were thrown into this hell of monsters.

You assumed these people didn't know what you meant to Pyramid Head, but they will find out real soon. 

You weren't even there for more than a day, yet they took you out almost hourly to ask you the same stupid questions.

"How did you get here?"

"Is there a way out?"

"HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE, BITCH?!"

Always the same stupid questions, but no matter how many times they hit you, you never answered. You could tell they were new, their hiding place was so obvious.

You didn't even tell them your name when they asked.

They didn't deserve to know.

Then you heard the steps, they threw you out, hoping for the beast to claim your soul but all of them watched in awe when you ran into his arms.

Upon seeing your injuries, especially the ones around your wrists, he saw red.

You didn't watch. You only walked away back to the hotel you called home.

But you still heard their screams as you walked away.

You arrived home, Pyramid closely followed you as you watched him sit down on your bed, his size making the bed bend as he patted his leg. Knowing what it meant you headed to sit down in your usual place.

"I was home when they got me. I didn't leave, I think they saw me through the window."

You felt his arms tighten around you.

You were scared but you also knew that he was going to save you, it was only a matter of time. 

He lifted his other hand and ran his thumb over your injured wrist.

"It doesn't hurt as much as you would think." you said, trying to reassure him.

He slowly nodded.

You moved slightly so your head can rest on his shoulder, trying to slowly relax and get some sleep.

He held you so close and secure you fell asleep almost instantly.

To others, this place was hell, filled with monsters, but to you, it was home. 

A home where your love was.

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[puff0o0]

Pyramid Head was someone who struck fear in every survivor that came across him

The sound of his long knife that he dragged across the ground, roughing up the dirt that came into contact with it. The designs leaving reminders for survivors to not follow the trail if they want to escape the trail without a scratch

The same sound that survivors listened for and felt their heart beat faster as they hurriedly tried to leave the area, not wanting to be the next hook victim

Yet it was the same sound that had you running towards him, a smile on your face as you approached him and he lowered his head slightly to get a better look at you

The same hands that could crush anyone if he were to tighten the grip at all

The same hands that have killed the same survivors over and over again until they managed to burn the image of him in their minds

The same hands that held survivors in place over his shoulder before putting them on the hook and watching them scream

Those were the same hands that reached out and gingerly touched your cheek, feeling the skin as if reminding himself that you were real

You smiled as his hands tenderly touched your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. His hand looked huge compared to your face, which was really no surprise to you

He grabbed your hand, being gentle yet firm just as he forced himself to learn and tracing a small heart into your palm. A way of him saying 'I love you' in the little language you two created so you could understand him

Then he left you to do the generators and for him to do his job

[gundawifey]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕪𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕

Pyramid Head x Gn! Reader !18+! !MDNI! Syn. Yandere Pyramid Head Headcanons. Tags. !dark content! yandere, non-con, dub-con, violence, kidnapping/captivity, size-difference, monsterfucking, rough sex, blood-mentions, death/murder, (sfw & smut) Inspired by these templates. click & clack

✧ Affection How do they show affection, how intense would it get?

Physical affection, extremely physical. Since he doesn't communicate verbally and also is a monster rather than a man there isn't any intellectual thought that goes behind his way of displaying affection. He just grabs you, holding you against him when he's docile. And when he's horny moves you into whatever position he wants and just goes at it. Either way, man handles you with no thought, he just has an extreme and intense need to have you felt against him.

✧ Blood How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh he's so messy... Pyramid Head exists as one of the many demons of Silent Hill whose sole reason exists to punish, to cause tarnish and thus Pyramid Head gets very bloody. On his own his existence is to torture and cause bloodshed, it's wired into him. But when it comes to you? Think everything Pyramid Head has and can do, but tenfold. He'll have every inch of Silent Hill covered in the guts and blood of whichever unfortunate soul tried to come between you and him.

✧ Cruelty How cruel would they treat their darling once abducted?

He's unknowingly cruel. See, Pyramid Head knows nothing but cruelty, he causes dismay and bloodshed to anyone who enters Silent Hill that finds themselves near him. Which reflects on the way he treats you when he has you in his grasp.   But his infatuation and need for you are also very real, the cruelty is unintentional in a way. When you try and run, he'll throw you back where he left you. He'll cradle you to hug you and feel you close, but might end up snapping something due to his lack of conscience mind of your bones. Same goes for sex, he doesn't want to cause you pain, but he's huge and rough, it'll hurt.

✧ Delusion How delusional are they?

Everything in Silent Hill is a delusion, Pyramid Head himself, is partly a delusion. He doesn't have to be delusional, sane, or logical when it comes to you. He wants you, and you're stuck here in this town whether you like it or not, you're his. That much isn't a delusion. Once you're in his grasp you belong to him, and that's as simple as it is.

✧ Exposed How vulnerable are they with their darling?

In a sense, Pyramid Head is extremely exposed to you. He's a beast, primal in nature. He simply does, and so whatever he wants or feels you will see the entirety of it with no bars. This goes not just from his bloodlust but to the more sensitive needs.   Of course, he technically doesn't need anything like assurance or care. He isn't mortal. But similarly, he doesn't understand the concept of bottling emotions up or feelings. You know when he's down, and he never shies from showing it, even in less-than-savoury ways.

✧ Fight How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Fighting back doesn't bother Pyramid Head in the slightest, like at all. You can bite, scratch, punch, kick, none of it bothers him. He exists to cause that kind of reaction, to punish and push people into frantic fight or flight. Not like you can hurt him anyway, it's impossible to physically hurt him. And unlike any other poor soul trapped in Silent Hill whom he feels complete indifference to and only kills, he likes you, no loves you, wants you. So try and hurt him, beat him till your fists turn blue, he doesn't react nor care.

✧ Guilt Do they have a conscience, would they feel guilty for the things they do?

Nope. He feels nothing, no guilt at all. Pyramid Head's purpose is to slaughter, why would he feel guilt?   The same goes for your injuries or the damage he causes you. It's unintentional and ultimately he doesn't want you dead, but also he sees guts and torture on a daily so it doesn't hurt his mutated heart to see you suffer at his hands either.

✧ Hell What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Every day spent in Silent Hill is hell. Silent Hill itself is hell in a way, malevolent to anyone who enters. The fact you've caught Pyramid Head's desire doesn't thwart the misery you suffer stuck in there.  The worst of every equally hellish day though would be the day Pyramid Head found you. Stranded, horrified having barely survived the horrors of the other demons, then came one of the worst ones wielding a blade. Perhaps you had hoped to survive, to find an escape before. But after finding yourself in his clutches, all hope was lost, thus the day your spirit died.

✧ Ideals What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Pyramid Head doesn't have a mind. He's a creature, truly the only desire he has for you is to have you by his side, till Silent Hill perishes. But it never will, it'll always be an endless limbo, you are his and that'll never change.  He'll have the instinct that is similar to a predator, to take its prey. The other goers of Silent Hill whom he hunts and kills. All except you, another victim no difference, but you will be forced to stay trapped forever with him. 

✧ Jealousy Do they get jealous, how does their jealousy look like?

Pyramid Head doesn't get jealous, per se. He does get possessive though, because you are ultimately his possession. He is a being malevolent and high in power and you belong to him. As such, if something or someone, more specifically, gets in between you and him, he lashes out. Makes sure to make their death extra visceral and makes sure you watch the whole thing, to remind you that you are his. 

✧ Kinks What kind of kinks do they have, do they make their darling participate?

Not kinky at all, because he just wouldn't understand it. For Pyramid Head, he's a creature, when he fucks you it's instinctive. Always has you glued to his side either way so he fucks you wherever however as long as he's inside of you, he doesn't care. Now, he doesn't have any kinks specifically he indulges or desires. But he does a preferred way to fuck, and it's rough. He sticks it in ruthlessly and will cum over and over filling you up to the brim with relentless thrusts, he goes animalistic rearranging your guts. And you just have to lay there and take it, there is no control in him when he's rutting in you.

✧ Love letters How would they go about courting their darling?

Courting is non-existent. Pyramid Head takes, and you are left with little to no voice in it. He desires you, unfortunately, and thus you must accept that. He won't approach, he will not gingerly win you over, he nabs you and you're his. This doesn't mean he doesn't care for your affection either. It's just the fact that affection for Pyramid Head is physical in nature, and he can force you into that, just hold you flush against him 24/7 or fuck you silly whenever. That's how he shows love, whether you return it or not isn't important.

✧ Manipulate How manipulative are they and how do they do it?

He lacks the intelligence to make any genuine forms of manipulation, however, this isn't to say he doesn't attempt to coax you into acceptance. Though it's clumsy and mostly futile. Whilst he doesn't care at the end of the day if you accept him or not since he holds all power over you regardless, he still has an insatiable obsession for you. When he holds you and drags you around with him and keeps you pressed to him it's in hope you grow to reciprocate it. Generally though, not manipulative at all. 

✧ Naughty How would they punish their darling?

You'd never be the one getting punished, because there is no way you can attempt anything worth punishment. Pyramid Head has already deemed you free of his punishment and thus you will not be slaughtered.   This isn't to say he doesn't hurt you, he does. Again not intentionally but often, if he's been aggravated will squeeze you too hard or rampage, but it's never to punish you, it's just a visceral thing. In truth, you are the only thing Pyramid Head does not punish an exception to it. 

✧ Oppression How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The second you've entered the grasp of Pyramid Head, you've lost any will of your own. There is no such thing as having a right to anything under him. You exist solely as his, that is all you are meant for to Pyramid Head. The choice or right of freedom is gone. Pyramid Head will hold you as his captive same as Silent Hill holds you captive. When he tears your clothes off to ravish you, he doesn't care if you wish to cover again, if he wants to drag you with him as he roams, you have no choice but to cling to him as he holds you close.

✧ Patience How patient are they with their darling?

How patient Pyramid Head is entirely depends on what his patience is for. If it's patience for any kind of intellectual love or affection he can go centuries awaiting you to show any responsive form of it, that doesn't matter at all to him. But his patience for you to be there, with him, for him, physically? None. From the first encounter you'll have with Pyramid Head to every single following one under him he has no time to care for your reluctance to follow along. You're sat on his cock the minute he wants to put it in you and cuddled against him the second he finds you.

✧ Quit what happens if their darling dies or successfully escapes?

The only way to escape Pyramid Head successfully would include escaping the wrath of Silent Hill. And Pyramid Head is tethered to Silent Hill, for the fog to release you and you find a way out would mean Pyramid Head follows in your release. It isn't an escape because, like Silent Hill, Pyramid Head will simply accept it and accept your triumph. If you died in his clutches though? That's a whole other story, carnage doesn't even begin to cover the way Pyramid Head mourns. It's instinctive, he roars and destroys like a wolf whose mate has been taken. You were his, and now he'll never have what he carnally desired most ever again. Rage will seep into all his executions following your death.

✧ Risks How compliant are they with their darling?

No compliance, at all. There's also absolutely no risk in his treatment of you or any attempts you may use to utilize to escape. There's truly no winning with Pyramid Head if you want something that doesn't align with his needs. Now, it's a completely separate story if the compliance or risk you ask of him doesn't go outside of his desires for you. If you, for instance, beg him to let go of another victim, he will, there are other monsters who can implement their punishment. If you wish to see a specific area in Silent Hill, with him taking and holding you the whole time, he will without hesitation.

✧ Stigma What childhood event brought about this side of theirs?

(He didn't have a childhood there's nothing to add here sorry)

✧ Tears How does seeing their darling cry make them feel?

It bothers him. Whilst your feeble attempts to fight back or of defiance do nothing to him since ultimately you cannot hurt him, it's another thing to see you experience mental anguish as his. He desires you in a form of love, not in a form of punishment that he inflicts on others. When you cry out, he's seen it all too many times with his victims, but those were people he was sent to make suffer. You are his, not to suffer but to be his. And when you weep, it makes him flare uncomfortably, he'll hug you and hope it soothes you to understand his desires.

✧ Unique Do they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Everything, because Pyramid Head's form of yandere is also very different from the classic concept. For Pyramid Head, he isn't human, or sentient in a way, so his obsessive love for you is primal in nature. The feelings he has for you, are in the most basic way have no actual thoughts behind them. Pyramid Head doesn't dream about you or desire you as a lover to chat with or marry. You are literally like a mate to him, a thing he's found infatuation with and that he needs on him constantly.

✧ Vice What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

The fact that Pyramid Head only exists within Silent Hill, for Silent Hill as an entity. He is tied to Silent Hill, so if you can break your way out of Silent Hill, through whatever means, you've also broken yourself free of Pyramid Head.  Though his fixation of you is entirely his own, his loyalty still lies in the fog that created him. If you've deemed yourself worthy by Silent Hill, able to escape the demons there, Pyramid Head won't follow you. And will simply hold you as a memory once you've left. 

✧ Wild card Random headcanon of the character.

He has an extremely high libido, it's endless also. He doesn't have a refractory period because his whole structure is impenetrable, he doesn't weaken and neither does his dick. So with you? It's absolutely rabid. Once you're in the picture he gets it ignited from you. You're the object of his every single urge, all of which he fucks out into you. Sometimes just takes you while roaming about, other mortals trapped in Silent Hill may see, but he doesn't care.

✧ Xoanon Would they worship their darling?

Absolutely, but you wouldn't understand it, neither does he really. There's nothing outright to showcase his sheer devotion to you, but it's there and with Pyramid Head it's heavy. With the many occultish things and benevolently malevolent spirits of Silent Hill, Pyramid Head is spiritual by nature.  And you, a soul he's found obsession to, truly you are god-like to him. You are the closest Pyramid Head can come to the feeling of salvation. A thing he leans on without realizing because he absolutely needs you with him at all costs. To cling to and worship by touch.

✧ Yearn How long do they pine for their darling before they snap?

He doesn't yearn for anything. The second he sees you and has been overtaken with the feelings he harbours for your existence, he'll take you. Brutally of course. As previously stated, how you feel or react to it doesn't matter the first time he takes you, and that's your first meeting with him as well, because Pyramid Head responds to his baser instincts. He sees, he likes, he wants? He's getting. And what he's getting is you.

✧ Zenith Would they ever break their darling?

Pyramid Head does not intend to break you. He's gotten you to be his and the specifics don't matter outside of that. However, you will break, regardless. Be it your bones or heart or mind. Pyramid Head will love you whole till you've accepted the fate you have, to be his. Melded with him at all times, left to live as his for eternity because Silent Hill is an eternity. There is no other choice truly, but to accept your life as Pyramid Head's darling, his possession. Forever deep in the Silent Hills, his...

[koisuko]

Imagine:

A ruthless killer shows mercy. (For my best friend❣️)

Tw: blood, pain, chase, gn reader, use of “you”

Could it get any fucking worse?

This was the 4th time in a row that the entity had chosen you as a victim of the trials. The 4th goddamn time. And for the 4th time, you had shocked yourself in the wires of the generator. A quick jolt shot through the bone of your finger, causing you to flinch and gasp, more in surprise than in pain. You sighed, wiping the sweat from your brow. You weren't a mechanic before all this shit started, yet somehow you knew how to get these things running with little thought or recollection of learning prior. As soon as you knelt down by the still and cold hunk of metal, it was like working on autopilot. Several clicks and huffs before the machine began pumping in succession, whirring to life with one last pull of a lever. The light above ignited, illuminating the once dark and eerie area, signaling one step closer to an escape.

You rose to your feet, dusting the dirt from your ruined jeans. Odd, it was unusually quiet, and the peace was becoming unsettling. It couldn���t have been someone like Ghost Face or Myers, you would have felt the hairs on your neck bristle by this point. Yet if it was someone like the Huntress, you’d hear her hums from miles away. So, why was it so..silent?

You didn’t run, instead creeping with featherlight steps towards the next generator. You could see the top of the light peeking over a wooden wall, but you were too scared to bolt for it. Better to play it safe, incase it really was a stealth killer, and the lack of sleep dulling your ability to sense their eyes on you.

After a few careful steps, you made it to the wall, peeking around to reveal the generator. This was the last one, the last barrier between you, and the gate to freedom. You could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through you at the sight of it. You sighed in relief, taking one step towards it before crying out in pain. Your leg had caught in several strands of bloody barbed wire, your foot sinking and squelching in a bulging red substance. You began to panic, struggling against the hold the barbed wire had on your calf. The more you struggled, the tighter it felt, the sharp tips digging deeper into your skin.

You could hear it now, the loud orchestra of a thundering heartbeat, the sound deafening you from every direction. The only sound breaking through, was the heavy breathing approaching rapidly, and the grinding metallic echo of a massive knife. You winced and wreathed, the wire drawing blood. You watched as it trickled down, joining the bubbling red liquid beneath you.

Run, you screamed into your head. Finally, you managed to free yourself from the coils keeping you in place. Thump, your heart was hammering against your ribcage. Thump, the rhythm matching the stomps of your feet against the dirt, your legs carrying you away from the killer. Thump thump, every time you think you’ve gained distance, he’s quick to close it with each stride. You could see him picking up speed, this chase was nothing to him. You were a goner, with no where to hide and no where to run. And you were right to think so. One second you were running as fast as you could, and the next you were face first in the dirt, your body colliding harshly with the cold ground. You had been too busy looking behind you to notice the trail of torment drawn in your path. You pay the price now, tangled in the stinging barbs of your mistake.

He approached, slowly. You could hear his growls and breaths echoing off the walls of his chamber like head. With each step closer, each inch towards death, your heart deafened you with terror. You had no choice, no way to fight back. So you accepted it, closing your eyes to await the burning sensation of a fatal slash. To your surprise, it never came.

It had become silent once again, even his growls had calmed to an extent. Your eyes fluttered open, being met with his towering figure gazing down on you. He didn’t speak, or make a move, just simply watched. It was unsettling, terrifying even, to see him stand so still. If only you could read minds, was he going to kill you? What did he want? A scream had broken you from your thoughts, sounding from somewhere behind you. On instinct, you craned your neck to look in the direction you heard it, hoping to see a teammate coming to your rescue, only to see nothing in particular. With a heavy huff, you turned back to meet empty space where the executioner once stood. You stared off to where you presumed he had gone, a perplexed look in your eyes at the mercy shown from a killer.

[bloodcasket]

OBSESSIVE PYRAMID HEAD

Pairing: Obsessive! Pyramid Head x GN!Reader

Description: Short headcanons of what to expect from an obsessive Pyramid Head.

Warning: NSFW themes, obsession, and violent themes.

Punishment (Will they punish you?) 🔪:

Pyramid Head has spent his entire existence punishing the ones who have sinned. He tosses around things he doesn't find important, but you? Oh no, he couldn't. He's so powerful he could reach down and crush you with his hand, but he simply doesn't because he chooses not to. When you've made a mistake, he leans more towards abandoning you so you learn your lesson. Oh? So you decided to explore the hospital without his permission? Stay there and deal with the nurses then. He'll leave for short periods of time, but then come back to retrieve you as he always does. He knows you've learned when he sees your bloodshot eyes and trembling skin.

Sexual endeavors (How they please you) 🥀:

He definitely falls on the higher spectrum for lust. He desires it endlessly, and will gladly take you if you even hint at it. Prefers to receive more than give during sexual intercourse, meaning he is always taking control in any situation. Prefers to bend you over something and pleasure you that way, it's easier for the both of you. Doesn't mind you grinding against him though, he melts when he feels your legs straddle his thigh, and your whimpers coax his gloved hands to squeeze your waist tighter. Definitely has a size kink, and is animalistic and rough with his sex.

Bloodshed (Are they willing to kill for their s/o?) 🩸:

Absolutely! It feels like his duty now to ward off the threats that could possibly leave a scratch on you. He will forever kill for you. You can't really stop him, it's the whole purpose of his creation.

Stalking (Will they stalk their s/o?) 🕸️:

At first, yes. He would linger in the shadows of silent hill and observe. But after seeing you as an eternal partner, he doesn't try to hide the fact that he watches your every move.

Obsession/scale 1-10 🖤:

Pyramid Head is an 8/10 considering obsession level. He is known for purely existing to protect Alessa, battling any darkness that attempts to harm her. He would absolutely do the same for you. Guarding your every step, and watching your every breath. Make sure you stay out of harms way when you grow exhausted and decide to rest. Even with as terrifying as Silent Hill is, you'll never have to feel scared with a 7ft tall monster protecting you.

Desires (What do they wish from you?) 🕷️:

Pyramid Head deep down wishes he could stay with you eternally. You are human though, and he knows this. He knows you're significantly different from him, and living this life with him won't last long.

Endangerment (How scary is it to be with them?) 🌕:

Pyramid Head himself doesn't put you in trouble. He doesn't wish to harm you, he's your "guardian angel" after all. It's the atmosphere that is a risk to you. Silent Hill is full of monsters, and staying in it is extremely dangerous.

Sympathy (Do they feel bad for taking you?)🪦:

He doesn't care less. It would be of best interest if you gave in, it would be less of a pain on your part. He was eventually going to take you whether you liked it or not.

Roughness(Do they hurt you?) 🦴:

Pyramid Head quite enjoys manhandling you, through innocent intention and sexual intention. Seeing how weak you are compared to him makes his monstrous mindset soften. He would not purposely hurt his darling though, it could kill them.

Intimacy (How romantic are they?) 🎀:

Obviously, he does not have the mentality of a human being. He won't take you on dates, and won't buy you presents. He doesn't speak words of affirmation, and he can't kiss you. But strangely, with how inhumane he is, he is quite affectionate. Keeps you warm in his large arms, and let's you curiously hold his hand. He rumbles through his helmet in an animalistic manner, and it echoes in your eardrums. You can truly tell he's happy with you. That he loves you.

Game? (Are you a game to them?) 🥩:

Never was, and never will be a game to Pyramid Head. He's one of the more serious slashers in general, so when it comes to significant others, he wouldn't find humor in it.

[florestmoon]

KMGOGMGOGMGOGMG I LOVED UR LAST PYRAMID HEAD FIC CAN WE GET A PRT 2?

YOU ASKED I SHALL DELIVER LETS GOO

NSFW 🫡🫡🫡🫡

Despite how shy you were moments before, you couldn’t hold back your eagerness as he wrapped his hands around your thighs and spread them further apart. Fingers pushing the end of your skirt over your hips and exposing your panties. A moan slipping past your lips as you tilted your head back and rolled your hips against his.

You swore you thought you heard a small groan vibrating from under the helmet but wasn’t able to dwell on it as one of his hands grabbed your hips and stopped your desperate attempt of friction.

You whined as he kept your hips in place with his firm grip. It was although he was waiting for something. He watched you squirm under his grip as your frustration continued to grow, needy noises held back in your throat.

A few more long seconds passed before it finally clicked in you. Oh. He wanted you to beg and actually ask for what you wanted. Something you obviously couldn’t do before.

Heat spread through your body, the smallest touch on his fingers that pressed against your hips, squeezing, ignited electricity through your body. Fuck it.

“Please..” you breathed out, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him, no longer caring how needy you looked, with your skirt bundled up around your waist, panties clearly soaked, and your hands twisting the sheets between your fingers. “Please I want you to fuck me. Please, please, pleasee I need it so bad.”

It seemed to be enough for him. Another small grunt echoing from under the metal. His chest beginning to rise with sharp intakes of breath as he gripped your panties and ripped him off you in one motion. The sudden cold air nearly making you jolt under his hands before you felt his warm touch against your folds and clit. The firm touch against your bundle of nerve had you moaning loudly as he begin to rub his fingers in circles, your hips uncontrollably pushing against his large hand.

A finger slipping inside, your pussy squeezing around the single digit as he pumped slowly. You already felt a small ache from a finger alone, gritting your teeth as he added another. His thumb rubbing your clit allowed you some pleasure, small whimpers pushing out of you at each pump of his fingers. Before long, you felt your eyes nearly crossing once he curled them inside you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

God it felt so good just from his fingers alone. You were so close to cumming, your thighs shaking as he pumped his fingers faster , a third one slipping inside. You keened from feeling so full, your body stilling as the orgasm nearly creeped up on you.

No. You needed more. Your hand gripped his wrist before as you pushed yourself up by your elbow. His motions coming to a stop as he watched you. Your hand sliding up his arm before leading to his hardened chest. Fuck, were you glad for his lack of shirt.

“I..I need you in me. Fuck, please, I want to feel you inside.” You begged, “I need you to fuck me.”

Was..was that a growl?

His hand pulled away from your sex in a moment, you groaned at the sudden emptiness, and hastily fumbling with the butcher apron that covered the bottom half of his body. You watched as he pulled out his cock, the size nearly causing for you to faint. Now how the fuck was that going to fit?

His fingers were not enough.

You yelped as he pulled you closer to him, watching a bit scared as he rubbed his tip against your folds, pressing against your clit before lining up.

“Ah..ah..” you didn’t even know what the call the noise that escaped once he begin to push inside you. You grimaced at the stretch, tears glistening at the corner of your eyes as you watched the tip disappear in you. “Shit, shit, fuck”

Pyramid head’s grip on your waist tightened, bordering painful as his chest began to heave. Now, it was clear that he groaned. Faint noises mixing with your own. You really wished you could hear him better, wishing that the helmet wasn’t blocking the godly noises he must be letting out right now.

Hips twitching before he slipped in further. You were biting your lip hard when he pulled out, before sliding back in more than half way this time.

You pushed your hips against him, mouth open as you began to pant. With each thrust and him pushing him further into you, the burn slowly transitioned into pleasure.

“Ah yes just like that.” You breathed, feeling him pick up the pace. Your fingers digging into his chest as the thrust became rougher. His hand sliding up your waist and under your top, groping your breasts. You let out a loud moan as he squeezed your hardened nipple between his nipples.

The bed creaked underneath you. The clink of the headboard slamming against the wall drowned out by your whines and whimpers. One particular thrust hit the right spot.

Your elbow no longer being able to hold you up as you collapsed onto your back again, hands pressed against your mouth. Your back arching you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

“Oh, oh I’m gonna cum, fuck I-I’m gonna cum- “ you gasp when his hands left your body, towering over your body as he grabbed onto the sheets beside your head and began to fuck you with no mercy. The change in position had him slamming into you deeper than you thought possible.

With a few more thrust, you felt your body shake as you came around his dick. A screamed muffled behind your palm. A moan from the man above you following when you squeezed around his cock. His thrusting becoming sloppier, a few rough deep strokes before he came inside you. The sheets in his grip ripping in his hands while he continued to thrust inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You heaved for a moment, trying to calm the shaking in your body. Your gaze on the scratches on his chest before whimpering when he pulls out. You could feel the cum begin to ooze out of you, his fingers removing themselves from the sheets and reaching down to your pussy.

Fingers prodded inside your pussy, coating themselves with his cum before he reached up and pressed against your mouth. Heat rising in your cheeks as you hesitantly parted your lips allowing his fingers to slip inside.

The taste was..weird, but not unpleasant. The thought of it being his cum has you moaning around his fingers, closing your eyes as your tongue swirled around the pads. Content with staying like this for a while.

But when you felt his dick twitch against your thigh, your eyes shot open in surprised when you realized he wasn’t done with you.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Devour Me - Chapter Two

               The smell of blood and rust filled your nostrils, waking you up. A wave of nausea came over you as you felt your body floating up and down. The pressure in your head becoming almost unbearable. Your weak eyes open as you take in that you are being carried. You try to lift your head, but it feels like it weighs a ton, but you take in that you are thrown over this creature’s shoulder.

               The screeching of metal on metal from him dragging his sword, makes it feel like your head is splitting in two. He feels you squirm and tightens his grip around your waist. You take note of this and stop moving, not wanting to piss him off. The thought of the little girl invaded your mind and tears pooled in your eyes. She didn’t deserve her execution. She deserved to live her life.

               You looked around, taking in the delipidated hallway. It looked to be an abandoned asylum, but in ‘Silent Hell’ as you now called it, there was no telling. Each room you passed by you could see abandoned wheelchairs, gurneys, beds and even some toys. Thoughts of how lively this place once was couldn’t stick in your head. This place was depressing and there was an evil feeling the deeper he carried you into this shithole.

               Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you felt him shift and lower you to the ground. Your legs almost gave out and out of reflex, you grabbed onto his arm. You felt him tense under your grasp only realizing what you had just done. You regain your balance and slowly release his arm and wait for whatever he had planned next.

               He stabs his sword in the floor and takes both of his hands and pushes open two doors. You watched as his muscles reflexed and the amount of strength this man endured. You shifted your feet quietly, but not quietly enough. Pyramid Head cocks his head to the side of you, taking note of your stance. You couldn’t see his face, but knew he was thinking ‘Do it and see what happens’. Every ounce of you told you not to do it, but you sprinted off down the long hallway.

               You ran as fast as your legs would allow. Hearing his heavy footsteps closing behind you made your heart nearly leap out of your chest. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt something reach out towards you. You darted into a room to the right and watched him pass by. You slam the door shut and locked it – pressing your back against the door.

               A loud thud made a scream come out of you as the door vibrated. He was pissed and you needed to get away as far as possible from him. Your heart lit up when you seen two windows on the wall across from you. You ran over and your glee was quickly swept away when you realized the windows don’t open. Dread overcame you when you realize you fucked up and should have stayed.

               The door to the room flew open and Pyramid Heads large frame filled the room. His chest heaving up and down from frustration. His helmet faces towards you as you back into a corner. He advances towards you as your body trembles in fear. His hand comes towards you and wraps itself around your throat, your face turning red from lack of oxygen.

               He lifts you up and your hands fly to his large one, just like your first encounter. He roughly slams you into the wall and a breathy moan escaped your lips. You didn’t mean for it to come out that way and nothing about this was sexual towards you. Pyramid Head cock his head to the side, taking in the sweet sound that escaped you. His grip tightened on your throat, and you couldn’t help but whimper. He took in those sweet sounds as well.

               You felt your body being lifted and thrown back over his shoulder. This time, his hand tight around your waist. All the air in your lungs was knocked out of you from the force of impact over his muscular shoulder. He wasted no time walking out of the room and back in the direction you both were once at. This time, he did not put you down but forcefully shoved the doors open with his shoulder. The rustic metal doors creaking open.

               A cool metallic draft of air hugged you, making your body shiver under his warm grasp. He grabs the sword that was still vertical in the floor and proceeds into the darkness. The doors shut as soon as you both entered and you didn’t know what scared you more – not being able to see, or not knowing what was going to happen to you. The only sound that could be heard was the heavy footsteps of the creature carrying you and the screeching from his sword that he drug.

               Your mind felt like it was playing tricks on you from being able to make out certain objects. It wasn’t until you picked your head up a little to see a small light illuminating the area he was walking towards. The room was huge, and nothing could come to mind what this could or would have been used for – maybe walls were knocked down to make it into a bigger area.

               Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt yourself being thrown onto something soft – your body bouncing a few times at the soft impact. You lean up on your elbows to look and your heart dropped when you realize you were on a bed. A huge bed at that. Your head jerks towards him and you watch as he stabs his sword into the floor at the end of the bed. Immediately, you try to crawl back, but he grabs you by your ankle and pulls you towards him.

               “Please! No!” you beg. There was only one way you could see this going and it wasn’t for you to go to sleep, peacefully that is. Deep grunts and hard breathing could be heard under his helmet and as much as you struggled under his strong grasp, you were like a feather to him. Once your whole body was in arms reach of him, he grabbed you by your throat and whimpers escaped from you again. You watched as his chest rose from his inhale, taking in your sweet sounds.

               Tears filled your eyes whenever you felt his hand around your throat push you back onto the bed. He released you and you crawled back onto the bed out of reflex to back away from him, but it wasn’t to him as he was towering over you that you realized how willing you looked. His hands come up to your shirt and before you could protest, he rips the fabric like it was a sheet of paper. The cool air hardening your nipples through your bra. There was no denying that the friction from the padding of your bra rubbing against your nipples made you squirm.

               Heavy sighs from beneath the helmet filled the large room. Not knowing what he was about to do next, you laid there not wanting to move. A stupid part of you thought that if you didn’t move, maybe he would change his mind and find you boring – but then your mind trailed to he might kill you if he found you boring. Your thoughts were interrupted, and you were brought back to reality whenever you heard the sound of fabric ripping and your chest bare.

               Your hands fly up to your body to cover yourself, but he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands. His Pyramid Head resting beside your head. Tears escaped your eyes and ran down your face. A firm feeling between your legs made you realize you still had pants on. His towering frame over you and his knee between your legs preventing you front shutting them – although, you knew it would be pointless.

               His other hand cupped your breast and massaged them, rubbing your nipple between his fingers. He moves back and forth from each breast. He was rough, but not in an overbearing way. He enjoyed squeezing your nipples and hearing a gasp of air escape your lips. Even though this was not something you wanted, your body was saying the complete opposite. He rubs over your breasts again and this time pinching your nipple harder than before. You moan out a little louder and his hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your oxygen.

               The heat between your legs intensifies and he can feel it. He presses his knee further against you. Your head is starting to feel tight from your oxygen getting cut off, but deep down you don’t mind. It ignites something in you. Your eyes are starting to roll in the back of your head as you feel him remove his hand. Your back arches, exposing your breasts to him as you gasp in a breath of air. Pyramid Head grabs your breasts again, pinching your hardened nipples with more force.

               Your cries of pleasured pain are like a drug to him. Pyramid Head removes his knee from between your legs and you realized that you have been grinding against him. Heat rushed to your cheeks, causing them to turn a bright red. In one swift movement, he grabs the front of your jeans and rips them off of you. Fabric tearing fill the air and you felt a burning sensation from your legs from the friction of him ripping them off you.

               He positioned both knees between your legs, making yourself exposed and open to him. You tried to wiggle away, but his hand holding yours above your head made it difficult. You could hear him take in a deep breath, reveling your scent. His free hand made contact with your wet core and a squeak escaped from you. He slid one finger in you and your back arched allowing him to go deep. He removed his hand from your wrists and brought it to your throat, knowing that excites you more than anything.

               He squeezed hard and both of your hands fly to his massive hand. He squeezes hard enough to cut almost all of your air supply off but leaving just enough to tease you. You moan out loud as he curls his finger inside of you, hitting that sweet spot. His grip on your throat tightens cutting off all your air, making you become wetter around his thick finger. This sick demented part of you loved this, but knew it was so wrong.

               He lets go of your throat and you inhale another gasp of air, just for his hand to reconnect with your throat cutting off another supply of oxygen. He inserts another finger roughly at the same time. Your eyes roll in the back of your head from ecstasy. He was not gentle, but he also wasn’t overbearing with being rough either. Just as your face was turning blue, he releases your throat again. As soon as you took in another gasp of air, it was let out with loud moans.

               His fingers pumped deep inside you and curling up at the same time. You could feel your slick juices dripping down to your ass. You look up through hooded lust filled eyes and watch his arms flex at each thrust he gave to you with his heavenly fingers. You throw your head back down and arch your back while you scream out. Your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere and Pyramid Head doesn’t let up. He can feel your slick walls contracting around his fingers and he pumps into you harder. Your vision blurs and stars form. He takes his free hand to massage your breasts and pinch your nipples.

               Heavy breathing can be heard from under his helmet. Your body shakes from your intense orgasm. You felt him remove his fingers and watch as he held them up to his helmet and admire how your slick wetness coated his whole hand. You laid there not able to say anything. Nobody, not even your toys could make you come like that. Your chest heaved up and down and you watched as he twisted his apron and exposed his thick cock. Your eyes grew wide, and anxiety filled you knowing good and damn well that it wasn’t going to fit. He grabbed his cock and stroked it in his hand a few times before placing it at your slick entrance. He rubbed it against you a few seconds, getting the head of it wet.

               He placed his hands beside your shoulders to brace himself. You grabbed onto his thick arms and squeezed. A low grunt came from his helmet from the physical contact. He pushed the tip of his cock into you, and you through your head back and let out a scream. Fire filled your core as you felt yourself stretch around his thick cock and rip. He took in a deep inhale at your pain and forcefully pushed deep in you. Your loud screams now became quiet, and tears streamed down your face. Blood trickled from your fingers from your nails cutting into his arms, but he didn’t seem to mind.

               He did not give you time to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again. Another scream escaped you. He pulled back out and you placed your hand on his cut stomach, feeling the indentions of his cut abs. “Please stop”. It came out in a low whisper. He gripped your throat roughly and forced himself back into you, knowing that this would make you wet for him. Pain and pleasure ripped through you, and you tried to push against his stomach. He took his other hand and removed your hand and pinned it above your head. Most of his weight on your throat making it impossible to breathe.

               He continued to roughly pump in and out of you as your body melted into him. Your slick walls now accepting his thick cock and molding around him. Your cries of pain were now singing a sweet pleasurable tune for him. Your free hand wrapped itself around his wrists that was around your throat. The room smelled of blood and sex and it made you even wetter. Wetter than you had ever been in life. The squishing sound coming from your sweet pussy as he fucked you brought you closer to orgasm.

               Your body was submitting to him, and he knew it. You looked down and seen your stomach bulging up with every thrust into you. You threw your head back and let euphoria take over your body. This orgasm was more intense than your last one. Pyramid Head could feel your walls tightening around him and he fucked into you harder. Your cries of pleasure now silent as he pumped his hard cock into you. Watching your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body submitting to him, causes him to lose his rhythm and he grunts loudly as he comes deep inside you.

               He continues to thrust into you, pushing his come deep inside of you and not wasting a drop of it. He released your throat, and you take in another gasp of air. You can feel your neck already bruising and you were certain that your pussy was swollen. Pyramid Head comes to a stop and removes himself from you. You lay there exhausted. He stands up and readjusts his apron, covering himself back up. He walked over to the side of the bed and picked you up, only to place you further up against one of the massive pillows.

               You didn’t try to fight him but submitted to his actions. You felt a blanket pull up over you and before you could think of anything else, sleep took over your exhausted, but well needed body.

[the-fo0l]

DBD Pyramid head x reader

Notes: this is the first fic I've ever published so hope it's okay??????? otherwise i might cry

Warnings: none, just ph being ph

Once you catch the executioner's attention it's pretty much impossible to get rid of

He never really thought much of the survivors, he didn't think much of anyone really. Just because the entity made him be there doesn't mean he'll care

Yet something about you, the newest survivor, caught his eye

He couldn't see you as sinful or worthy of punishment no matter how hard he looked

He wanted to get closer but the barrier around the survivor camp wouldn't let him through, even though for once he didn't have ill intentions

Luckily for him, one of your first trials happened to be with him

You managed to get the hang of the game pretty quickly. You'd heard a lot about the executioner, that he was a merciless killing machine, just about the last killer you'd want to cross.

Naturally hearing these rumors gave you even more pre-trial anxiety than usual.

Thus you decided to keep a low profile for this one. The whole trial you never got close enough to properly see him, you just tried to get the generators working as fast and safe as possible

He didn't seem to be bothering you though, instead, while you were doing gens by yourself, he was picking of your teammates one by one

You only had a couple gens left to go after you finished this one, only when the loud sounds of the engine stopped did you notice how eerily silent it had become

No footsteps, no screams, not even the sound of a large sword dragging across pavement

Where is everyone, they can't all be dead already can they? You become more anxious by the second as the silence somehow gets louder

You're still new to this whole thing, is this normal? No it can't be

With no better idea coming to mind you decide your best option is to hide for a bit

You begin to quietly sneak toward a building in hopes that you'll find a closet to hide in, maybe you'll find one of your teammates, you can only hope

Once in the building you find a couple of closets, as you're about to open the closet door you hear an oh so familiar sound behind you, metal dragging across the floor accompanied by heavy breathing

You freeze in place as you realize he somehow managed to sneak right behind you

As you start to make your move to run he grabs you by the waist and effortlessly hurls you over his shoulder

You try to struggle as hard as you can but it's futile against pyramid's solid grip

For pyramid head this may as well be the best day of his long and wretched life. The first time he gets to be this close to you, holding you feels better than he thought it would. He could get used to this

Your struggles pick up again when you notice you're approaching the hooks but cease when he walks straight past them

'Okay ??????' you think

"Let go asshole! Wh-where are you taking me?" you ask, as if pyramid head could answer

He simply continues to walk and eventually sets you down on the ground, being uncharacteristically gentle

You look up at him, not understanding how you're still alive, you take a look around and see that he's dropped you off right next to the hatch

Pyramid looks down at the cute confused expression on your face and feels an array of emotions he's never known before. He doesn't want to let you go, but doesn't want the entity to get you either so he chose to let you go

From here on out every trial with him is like this and every time your trust for him becomes stronger

Unfortunately, every trial can't be this easy, so 90% of the time the killer hunting you wants nothing more than to flay you alive

And poor pyramid head can't bear to hear you cry the way you do after particularly hard trials so it's time to use a bit of intimidation

Without meeding to speak he gets the point across to the other killers to not mess with you. Pyramid is by far the most feared in the realm. Obviously killers like Michael and Huntress are hard to scare so PH resorts to comforting you instead of seeking revenge

Your fellow survivors are totally jealous of these privileges

Thanks to the kindness he shows you during trials you don't feel the need to be afraid of him when he's watching you from behind the barrier around the survivor camp

He was watching you again. And much to the protest of your friends you felt daring enough to approach

The whole time you were walking closer to him you could feel him looking at you, what you didn't notice was his breathing quickening in anticipation

Maybe this time he could finally touch you?

You stand face to face(?) with him, even though you have to look up at his hulking figure

You hesitantly stick your fingers out beyond the barrier and are pulled into this chest before you even know it

For a moment he simply hugs you while you and your friends are shocked silent

But soon enough he pick you up off the grown and starts carrying you away in his tight hold

"Where are we going?" even though you hadn't expected this you weren't afraid, why would he hurt you now when he's had plenty of chances?

Once he feels far enough away from prying eyes he sets you down and sits beside you, pulling you into his lap where he'll keep you for as long as possible

It's weird, but it's also comforting

Leaning into his warm chest, having his strong arms around you, listening to his steady breathing- it's the most comfortable you've felt since arriving in this hellscape

And hey, his heartbeat is awfully fast huh?

Only for you though, dear reader, only for you

[diejager]

Saw your requests are open can I please please please ask for Pyramid Head? Any crumbs of him pls you write him really well. Size kink and belly bulging or gaping, or him eating the reader out if you need any inspo? I don't know if I want him to have just one long, slimy tongue under the mask or a whole mess of bloodied guts and tentacles tbh

Behaviour actually had a tongue for Pyramid Head’s model-

Tongue Cw: cunnilingus, bulge from tongue, tell me if I missed any.

Pain and pleasure were synonymous with Pyramid Head, his pleasure stemmed from pain and your pain brought him ecstasy. You were hesitant at first, looking at the sharp wires that made up his restraints and cages, fearful of pain, of hurt. They were all rusted, sharp barbes turned brown with age and dried blood of his prior victims, it was neither sanitary, nor was it secure.

But you’d learned to take from pain, every slash and every stab from a killer became something you expected, something you awaited with batted breath. You learned to use pain to further your excitement, your pleasure and your enthusiasm, you found pleasure in pain and it made your world much easier. It made Pyramid Head rumble, his body trembling with arousal and excitement to finally have you the way he wanted, an entity of pain and regret using what he was made of you bring you satisfaction.

You let him tie you up, wires wrapped around your wrists, keeping you still from his ministration, pulling and squirming under him. The barbes cut into your skin, small nicks and scrapes that bled the metal red with fresh blood. The pain pulsed down your arms, warming the skin under his palms and made your clit twitch, it made the knot in your core coil, throbbing strongly between your legs.

His hold was unmoving, the strong grip of his hands on your thighs, spreading you open to his slick and able tongue, pumping into you with deep and harsh thrusts. His fat tongue curled inside of you, pressing against the walls of your cunt and tapping your bruised cervix with hard hits. You bulged with his tongue, the pink muscle pushing your skin outwards with intent of watching you swell, searching for the tightness of your cunny when he makes you look at your navel bulge with every thrust, popping up when he pushed more of his tongue into you.

Although he was bruisingly rough, he was still mindful of your safety, often making sure you were all right, to be sure that your whimpers and cries were one of pleasure and not agony —he wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you too deeply, to scare you away from him. He would purposely loosen his grip from time to time, reassuring growls that would send you reeling, a rumble vibrating into your core and invisible eyes keeping track of your expression.

His tongue swirled, curling on itself before twisting and turning inside you, rolling the rough and asymmetrical texture of the ball to push at different, sensitive spots of your walls. You wailed, high keens with tears rolling down your cheek and drooling in sheer, mind numbing pleasure. Your body burned, toes tingling with pleasure and fingers curling in ecstatic pain, your eyes never left Pyramid Head’s face, watching him through dazed eyes, his hulking figure and nimble tongue.

You were so close, the unwavering heat and tight coil in your core becoming unbearably present as was Pyramid head and the sting of your wounds added to it, coursing through your veins in a hot flash. He groaned, feeling you grip his tongue, pushing more and more into you, admiring your writhing figure, back arched and hips buckling into his face, crying out his name over and over again. It was as addictive to him as it was to you, blinded by fiery, white pleasure, squirting over him, painting him in more than rusted metal and dried blood.

You mumbled lowly, expressing your gratefulness while your head rolled back, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He grumbled, a happy and satisfied sound, thumbs rubbing circles on the bruised skin of your inner thigh.

[hiraethhh-h]

pyramid head with a gn!s/o who always pets him and scratches/rubs him underneath his helmet (Scenario)

Anonymous asked: Can you do a drabble for Pyramid Head with a S/O that always pets him and scratches/rubs under his helmet?

nonnie, u don’t understand how fast i ran to my google docs to write this HSKJDGH

wisps of fog curled around your body as you emerged from the trial. a soft sigh left your lips. you were lucky enough to find the hatch and escape from a very upset blight. an unpleasant shiver shot down your spine at the memory of the said killer mori-ing your teammates. yeah, the blight was not among your favorites.

a loud siren pierced through the sound of your thoughts, causing you to flinch. this wasn’t the campfire. rusted and beaten lockers lined the decrepit hallway, a flickering light visible at the end. you crept down the hallway, rubbing your forearms in an attempt to tame the goosebumps that began to rise on your skin. “pyramid head?” you called meekly, glancing around with a small frown. you heard no familiar sounds of the large killer, only the creepy ambiance of midwich. you came to a stop at an intersection. one way led down another hallway, the other towards where an exit-gate would be, and the final leading outside where large chains stuck to the ground. 

you headed down the steps that led outside, rain pelting down on you. water began to seep into your clothes, causing them to stick to your skin. you relished in the feeling, knowing you’d dry off regardless. caged bodies were suspended by smaller chains above you, some of them writhing around miserably. you simply paid them no mind, stepping in the middle of the three enormous chains that dug into the center of the open area. 

you slowly looked up to the dark sky, shutting your eyes with a soft sigh. despite being trapped in the Entity’s Realm, the sound and feeling of rain on your skin couldn’t help but remind you of the real world. a hand grasped your shoulder, drawing a yelp of surprise out of you. you pulled away from the being, eyes snapping open as you turned to face who or whatever had grabbed you. you were met with a dirty butchers smock and a large metal pyramid helmet tilted downwards to ‘stare’ at you. his trusty greatsword was held in his gloved left hand, the weapon tilted as it partially rested on the ground. “jesus… you scared the shit out of me.” you breathed out, placing a hand over your racing heart. pyramid head tilted his head every so slightly, faint, raspy breathing coming from the killer. you approached the male with a soft huff, gently bracing yourself against his torso. you paid no mind to the dirt, grime, and blood that began to stain your clothes and skin, simply savoring the warmth pyramid head provided.

one of your hands rested on his hip while the other began to drift to the bottom of his helmet. the male lifted his head slightly, giving you easy access. you came into contact with a slimy mass, which did admittedly feel weird, but it was something you got used to over time. you gently scratched at the pink flesh, humming contently. you brought your other hand to caress the side of his head. a deep rumbling sound came from pyramid head, the vibrations traveling down your body. you gave a soft chuckle, looking up at your lover. “feelin’ cuddly big guy?” you smiled, playfully prodding at the slimy mound. a pink muscle gently tapped your cheek, licking a stripe up your face. “eugh,  pyra!” you shrieked, pulling away with a laugh. 

his tongue waggled playfully, sticking out of the corner of his helmet where a small part of the metal was peeled up. it poked at your cheek much like you had done to him, eliciting another laugh as you gently swatted at his tongue. “okay, okay! i get it, you’re feeling cuddly.” you giggled.

 “we should head inside then, the rain is ass-bitingly cold.”

[therainywriter]

Lost (Fluff/Angst)

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Reader

You lost him. You aren’t sure how exactly, given his unmistakable stature and the reverberating sound of scraping metal that follows him.

The predicament you found yourself in was one of unfamiliarity. You walked in slight panic across the decayed walls, looking around for the behemoth that protected you.

But he was nowhere to be found.

You heart dropped when the dreaded siren pierced the air, your stomach coiling in terror. You shrieked and jumped back from the wall when it started peeling, the building you were in growing dark.

The atmosphere shifted and air grew thick. You weren’t safe before, but now, now you were in trouble.

Nowhere was safe, and you knew that. You drew in an unsteady breath and ventured forward. Surely he couldn’t be too far, right?

You walked slowly, looking around with caution. Your body halted when you felt something poke at your leg.

You looked down, relieved to find it was only a piece of metal that stuck out from the fence beside you.

You backed away and turned down a hall, limp arms hanging out the sides of what looked to be cells. You hesitated but moved forward nonetheless, your steps quick, eager to leave the inclosed space.

You shrieked when a hand grabbed your ankle, trying to pull you closer to the bars. Another grabbed your wrist, pulling you the opposite way.

You cried out in horror, trying to shake your way out of their grasp but to no avail. You screamed for Pyramid Head in a desperate plea, trapped by the hands coming at you from all sides.

A familiar sound soon echoed at the entrance of the hall and the hands on your body tightened and grew frantic in their tugging, as if they knew the punishment that awaited them.

Still you fought to get away, only stopping when Pyramids large frame entered your view. You knew he wasn’t there to hurt you, but the sight was still terrifying.

You cowered back when he lifted his weapon, slinging it down over the arms to your right and hoisting it up to do the same on your left side. The floor vibrated at the force and nearly knocked you off your feet.

You stared at the severed limbs beside you with wide eyes and then up at the executioner, “I’m sorry- I didn’t think I’d wandered so far…” you said in a whisper.

He groaned deeply, the sound mimicking one of displeasure and turned around. You were quick to follow, hurrying to his side as fast at you could.

You hugged his hand close to your torso as you walked, trying to hide yourself against him.

Pyramid Head felt the tension in his shoulders relax a little as he felt you warm beside him. He moved his arm slightly toward the front of his body, you following with the motion.

His mind rested a little more with you in his line of sight, his wide form providing a shield for yours from the back.

You stuck impossibly close to him the whole walk to the worn-down place you call home, having no desire to leave his side.

[multific]

Protected

Pyramid Head x Reader

Overprotective? Him? Well, yes.

Of course, he would be. Silent Hill is filled with creatures which would kill you in a matter of seconds. Of course, he would be overprotective.

But, you found it to be cute.

He was always on your heel, following you around  where ever you went.

He would kill anything and anyone who stood in your way.

It was a usual sight to see you walking around with him following close by.

You matched his slow strides as he walked with his huge sword.

His size alone was impressive, it always scared everyone and everything away. 

You were his sunshine, you made him happy.

He would walk with you because you would ask him not because you always needed protection.

The way you smiled at him always made him feel a certain way. 

Now, Silent Hill didn't have flowers. It didn't have anything soft and beautiful like that.

But he had you.

His flower, his little daisy. 

Oh just how he loved you.

His huge figure always made you feel safe. You loved it when he kept you close. You didn't need a bed, you had him. 

In the beginning, his sounds scared you, making you jump a little especially when you were sleeping.

But now, now you adored those sounds.

You even learned their meanings. His happy sounds.

But you learned also a lot about his angry side, never toward you, no, but towards the people who were left.

But he always kept you safe. As if you were the finest, most fragile little thing, he cared deeply for you.

And it is why you never mentioned his overprotective tendencies, it is why you always just let him do as he pleased doesn't matter if it was holding you back from a fight or holding you tight as you slept.

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rough, scarred, and calloused hands on top of yours

His hands somehow managed to be cold and warm at the same time but you were far too out of it to even notice it at the moment

Everything felt like it was crashing down on you

Rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he tried to calm you down as much as he could- he could sense your dread and sorrow after all

Pyramid Head wasn't human, humanoid yes, but human no. He didn't know how to deal with and comfort human emotions so all he could do was do what he usually did; give you affection

You sat in his lap as he held you close to his chest, one hand holding your leg and the other holding your hand

His hands moved to yours as he opened your palm and traced a question mark, his way of asking what was wrong

You didn't feel like talking

You didn't feel like doing anything

He understood

You only shook your head slightly, staying where you were. You buried your face further into his chest, hoping he would also take that for an answer- and he did

He closed your hands and went back to holding them, trying to be gentle yet his grip was still slightly tight and firm

He didn't move a muscle until you told him to