tw: crying, dirty floors, creaky doors, mucky boots on yucky beds, disarray and disrepair, ooc Pyramid head
additional tw: I have not played Silent hill
divider by @enchanthings
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You don't know how long you've been sitting there on the grimy floor. The mattress in the corner is just a couple steps away, a couple steps that your exhaustion refuses to let you take.
The sound of metal dragging on the ground gets louder as it approaches your location, but you don't move from your curled position like you usually would.
The door opens with a loud, elongated creak from its rusty hinges as the bottom scrapes against the rotting panel floor. The minimal light from the hall joining you in the room is obscured by the figure stepping through the boundary.
His breathing echoes in his heavy, metallic helmet, waiting in the doorway like he expects something to happen.
When it doesn't, he takes two strides and stands infront of you. He's staring, looming, you're sure of it, even if you don't lift your head.
It's too intense, his gaze pierces through you, and the dam breaks. Your shoulders shake as you choke back sobs and tears fill your eyes.
A loud clang sounds out as metal hits the floor, kicking up dust in its descent, landing infront of your feet.
It's followed by a thud as he makes like his weapon and drops to the floor, knees staining with the substance that blankets the floor.
He leans over you, hands hovering around you and its shadows flutter in your peripheral.
Eventually a hand finds your head and roughly starts petting it. It's too harsh, too mechanical and unnatural, too rough as it drags along your skull.
But it does the job, you stop shaking, your breathing calms and you let yourself be scooped up. He carries you, stepping over his beloved great knife and drops you onto the bed that was oh so far away.
He pulls away, but your pinky hooks with his in a silent plea for company. Taking a seat next to you, before your free hand moves to tug as his thigh, coaxing him into kicking his mucky boots up and lean back against the wall.
You don't speak. He doesn't speak. Silence stretches between the two of you but with his presence it's comforting instead of unnerving.
With him quiet is understanding. Together is a promise of safety; to drift off, to relax and to let your worries fade.
And your pinkies are still linked.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!
-Snoot ♡
fun fact: this draft was complete and got eaten by Tumblr's hungry save draft button
psst! my inbox is open for asks about Michael Myers (I've only watched 1978, rz1, 2018 and Kills), Ghostface (specifically Danny Johnson from dbd), Harry Warden and Pyramid Head!
I headcanon the one of Pyramid Head's ways of showing affection is by leaving "gifts" like how a cat does
One day, you wake up to find a severed head of an unfortunate victim at your doorstep
he is the embodiment of a very specific guys very specific bullshit and trauma which both makes things complicated because of how he's tied to james and also. hard to enter a relationship when you're tied to that guy,,, his gifts are the nurses he absolutely brutalized a few minutes before or like. someone you hurt or you miss and he's just. still standing there
Fuck it, I dont like how other people write pyramid head, so I'll write down my own headcanons for him. Warning, my way of writing him is maybe a little tiny bit controversial.
Tw; usual sh2 stuff... And another note, I will edit this in the future. This is still unfinished.
General
The executioner isn't actually 7 or 8 feet tall- It only seems that way because most people who speak of him are either exaggerating, or lying about having seen him at all. He's closer to being James' height, even if he is only an inch or two taller. He's also strong, but not overly buff. In silent hill 2, his arms and body are toned, yes, but a lot of people seem to tell its story say that he's far bigger than he really is. He's really just as strong as James.
Despite being pyramid head himself, it struggles at times to carry its own blade. But that's fine, because its hunting style is more based around following someone until they're too tired to keep going, or keeping them in a small room while he slowly gets closer.
He can't talk. The most it can do is let out strangely metallic whale noises, but besides that, it's almost entirely quiet. It doesn't need to speak, actions say enough.
Platonic-
The executioner doesn't keep friends. However, you could maybe be of help to it at times. The only real way for it to tolerate your presence, and therefore your past mistakes, would be if you had saved it somehow. Like; If it was trapped in barbed wire somewhere in the town, and you just so happened to help him despite your fear. You would also have to have a stable mind- One who feels guilt over their past is vulnerable to its attacks.
Romantic-
Romance is even rarer for it, as it is quite literally the embodiment of guilt, resentment, lust, and rage, so it's clear that it wouldn't really be into romance... But it isn't impossible. But you'd either have to be A, incredibly durable to your guilt and fears, or B, be so utterly pathetic that it doesn't even want to kill you at that point. Your sadness and worry doesn't make sense to it, so you're an enigma. It'll probably just leave you be... And quietly protect you from afar. Nothing likes to get in its way. It's clear what it is willing to do, even to the other creatures of silent hill. Nobody really wants to deal with it.
He isn't gentle. He isn't made to be. So, I think it's obvious that the first few times he attempts to hold you would be either too rough, or so awkward that it starts making you uncomfortable. It can try, though. You'll just have to show it. Once he gets the hang of it though, he isn't keen on letting go of you. Not smothering you perse, but holding your hand or shoulder becomes habit. He's fine with you going off alone, but expect them to come looking after an hour or so. They too get a little concerned, despite not having the same pack mentality that humans do. Luckily, they are able to work in duos, as seen in one of the last battles of SH2, so I imagine that is where this instinct stems from. Having another one to close in on something so it can't run.
You at least get a bit of protection in silent hill- When you're with one of the most deadly monsters, besides the abstract daddies, then you're automatically pretty safe from everything else.
It doesn't let anyone touch the blade... Well. Except you. You get to hold it and touch the blade, but it's extremely heavy, so it isn't the best weapon for you. However, it might still try to teach you how to kill with it- When you do, all you get is a groan of approval.
NSFW-
Let's not forget that this is pyramid head we're talking about. The embodiment of pain, anger, and sexual frustration. He is GOING to split you open if you let him. And his body is never consistent- He's either running hot, and his skin feels sticky with blood, or he's uncomfortably lukewarm and rough to the touch. It can never just be a comfortable in between, it has to be an extreme one way or another.
The same goes with the way he goes about intimacy- It's either frustratingly too little, or it's so much that it feels like you're being killed.
There's something so deeply wrong with me for the reaction I had at this scene
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I also got my mom into Silent Hill. We were so excited so see it and see how they would handle the sfx 20 years later and it blew us out of the water. I had to contain myself lmao I felt like I was a kid again
I don't think horror is necessarily a kink, but I mainly listed this as a prompt to finish a fic I started in 2024.
Warning for major dubious consent, bottom male reader, brief rough oral, rimming, tentacles, weird tentacle lube slick, size kink, and come inflation.
Like most of the– you weren’t even sure what to call them.
Monsters?
Creatures?
People, that were now destined to a fucked up fate?
You heard them before you saw them. Pyramid Head was the same.
His footsteps were heavy as he came to stand in front of the closet you hid in. He loomed in front of the door, his presence calling all to him as they waited for his next move. The dim light from the flickering bulb cast a light that was blocked by his broad body, which strained your eyes as they watched his every move.
Though you watched with wide eyes, your brain wasn’t fast enough to predict the lightning-fast movement of his bladeless hand as he reached through the door, tearing through it like it was a sheet of paper. You screamed in terror as his hand grabbed your shirt before he pulled you through the open hole.
You’ve observed him from afar, taking note of how human he looked compared to the others. Other than the nurses you had seen stumbling around Brookhaven Hospital, Pyramid Head looked to be relatively human.
Like the nurses, what made him different from a regular human was what was on his head. Not wanting to get close enough to them, it had been difficult to tell what the nurses had on their faces. You hoped it was just a white bandage that they used to cover their faces, but after your last encounter with them, it more so looked like some sort of mask.
With Pyramid Head, though, it had been easier to see the large metal helmet. It nearly made you gag when you first saw it and realized that the splotchy stains were crusted-over blood.
Now up close to the creature, you could smell it. Even if you could see the blood stains, which were now darker and more pronounced up close, the helmet mainly just smelled of rusty metal. If this were to be the last scent to hint at your nose after being caught by the monster, it wasn’t so bad.
The hand in your shirt moved with lightning quick to wrap around your neck, tossing you easily onto the grimy looking mattress in the room. You let out a scream as you sailed through the hair and landed with a pained noise, one of your hands moving to cradle your side.
You coughed as you tried to suck in the air punched from your lungs, each inhale jostling your hurt ribs.
Pyramid Head stood in place, his chest rising and falling at a normal pace, showing no strain after throwing your body. He moved once you looked up at him, like he was waiting, and your eyes were the cue.
He stalked up to the bed slowly, his sword dragging behind him. The light that came into the room was overtaken by his large, hulking figure. He was muscular, but in a way that exuded danger and power. Nothing like the men you had seen before being dragged here.
You moved with each of his steps, pulling yourself up the bed, until your back met the wall with nowhere to go. For a moment, all you could hear was the rattle of Pyramid Head as he breathed underneath the mask.
Your eyes don’t move from the creature, but they do roam over its figure. A dirty apron covered most of its body, littered with dark stains of various sizes. Faded in its grayish white color, it made you wonder just how long he’s been wandering the town.
His skin tone almost matched the apron he wore, making it hard to distinguish where it ended, and where the monster underneath began. The only spots you could explicitly tell were at the start of his forearms, stained in an almost black color. The darkness led to a pair of white gloves, looking like the cleanest thing the man wore.
You jumped when one of the hands loosened, letting the sword fall. It landed with a heavy noise, nearly sounding as if it were going to fall through the floorboards of the dilapidated apartment. Momentarily, your eyes looked at it on the ground, waiting for Pyramid Head to lift it up, but he instead let it sit on the ground beside the bed like a looming threat.
This close, it looked more like a knife than a sword, which combined with his look, made him appear to be a grotesque version of a butcher. Maybe you were just the next cut of meat he was after. Destined to be another stain on his helmet, knife, and body.
Your gaze is pulled off the weapon when Pyramid Head rips the apron off, leaving him in his gloves and boots. Wide-eyed, you turn away from his nearly naked form and bring your knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself appear as small as you can.
Pyramid Head’s breathing grows heavier, filtered through his mask to make a raspy noise that scratches at your ears. You’re easily able to tell what he’s doing, his breathing growing louder each passing minute.
Next, the sound grows slick. It’s wet like the sound you could remember from earlier when you found out this apartment had running water. It sours the memory in your brain, knowing now all you’re going to be able to think about is Pyramid Head, and not the momentary happiness you felt.
You find the courage to look back over after Pyramid Head lets out a long groan. Thinking that he’s finally done, you bite your lip around a whimper when you see the largest cock your eyes have ever laid eyes on.
You tried to move back against a solid wall, hoping it would just swallow you up, but it wouldn’t budge. Pyramid watches your struggle, seemingly waiting for you to tire yourself out.
You pant from the efforts, but stopped once your body was full of dread, knowing that you had nowhere to go. You look up at Pyramid Head with a pleading look, hoping that he would be able to somehow read your mind and learn that you just wanted to be left alone.
You screamed when he leaned down to grab you, yanking your body down the bed towards him. You turn your face up, ready with your mouth open to beg, but Pyramid Head stops you.
Pyramid Head’s cock slid past your lips at a brutal force, stretching your lips wide around its girth. Digging your teeth into his cock only seems to make him harder, the cock throbbing along your tongue in retaliation.
The familiar salty bitterness hits your tongue, making your cock twitch against your wishes. It wasn’t like you found the time to touch yourself while trying to keep yourself alive and escape. Sure, you could multitask, but survival currently felt much more important.
You slam your eyes shut when Pyramid Head pushes his cock deeper, fighting to keep your tears at bay. They spill when his cock pushes against your gag reflex, barely touched by the fat head before it’s set off.
You gasped when the monstrous cock was pulled free, your arms making a valiant effort of holding your body up. You looked up at the hulking man, noticing the way his chest seemed to sync with yours.
“Please,” you said, hardly able to recognize the sound of your voice, “I can’t,” you whispered, flinching when one of the hands in front of you twitched.
Pyramid Head stepped back before kneeling down, his knees hitting the floor with a great thud. At least he was aware of how large he was, making space for himself to not hit you with his helmet. You didn’t even want to imagine the amount of damage it alone would make.
Raspy, metal breathing hits your ears, sounding in time with your own breaths. You don’t know if you've truly synced up, or if Pyramid Head is trying to imitate you, but it does little to calm you down.
Gloved hands settle on your shoulders before pressing you down into the mattress. They move down your body and stop at your hips to repeat the motion.
“I won’t move,” you whispered, a feeling of relief washing over you when his hands pulled away.
Your eyes widened when a tentacle-like tendril slithered out from beneath Pyramid Head’s mask, your breath coming faster and faster as it inched closer. You turn your neck against it, mewling when it touches your skin.
It touches your face first, slithering against your jawbone and leaving behind a thin liquid that quickly cools in the air of the dank bedroom. You close your eyes against the feeling, trying your hardest to not shiver as it moves down your chin.
Almost as if on reflex, you gulp when it meets your Adam’s apple, the tendril tracing the movement. It’s warm, you come to realize, like this… thing is Pyramid Head’s tongue.
Your body inched to move, to fight back, to do something against his tongue, but you were frozen in fear. You gasped when the tongue slithered down the collar of your shirt, leaving a trail past your collarbone until it finally stopped at your nipple.
You jerked your head around to look at the metal helmet in front of you, pleasure curling in your gut as Pyramid Head’s tongue slid over your nipple.
You gasped as it circled your nipple until it hardened into a wet bud, your cock throbbing in your pants from the stimulation.
Pyramid Head matched with a noise of his own, sounding almost human in an odd way that comforted you. He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking along the length to the same rhythm of his tongue.
The creature groaned– a deep noise you swore you could feel in the air. Without thinking, you raised a shaking hand to his chest, feeling the vibrations against your palm as Pyramid Head let out another groan at the touch.
You’re startled when two gloved hands move underneath your shirt, dragging the garment up as they move. They stop underneath your armpits, but when Pyramid Head tugs, you’re raising your arms automatically.
You tell yourself it’s because you don’t want him to tear your clothing, but the way your cock throbs in your pants says otherwise. You let your hands fall back to your sides as Pyramid Head tosses the clothing away, his tongue hovering between you in the air, like he can’t decide where to go with all of the new skin on display.
It decides on the other, dry nipple. It doesn’t have to work in the same way as with the other; the bud hardens almost seconds later. You moan softly at the feeling, your cock hardening in your pants as you watch Pyramid Head wrap a hand around his.
A bead of precum leaks from the head onto the floor, your stomach swooping at the sudden thought of licking it up from the dirty floor. Your cock strains against the fabric, fully hard, envisioning the thought of Pyramid Head coming and shooting ropes of hot cum all over you.
Your head falls back when a rough hand makes its way between your legs to grope at your hard cock. It’s nearly painful, but it has you moaning louder than you should, especially when you didn't know what other dangers could be lurking outside the door.
The tongue against skin zipped up, making its way into your mouth before you could even think of pushing it away. Your eyes widen against the intrusion, the wet appendage mapping out the unknown plane that is your mouth.
It swipes against the tip of your tongue, Pyramid Head’s hand moving to your neck to hold you in place. You respond weakly against it, a noise sounding as close as Pyramid Head could muster to a moan, leaving his helmet when you rub your tongue along his.
Gloved hands move to your hips, tearing away at your pants and underwear, the complete opposite of how he treated getting your shirt off. It terrified you knowing that he was now eager to get his cock back inside you, but a small part of you now ached for it.
You could taste it along your tongue when Pyramid Head’s tongue pulled free from your mouth, leaving that same ache that all you could do was swallow down. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, the need for it growing until it took you over completely and changed you.
“What’re you doing to me?” You questioned as Pyramid Head pushed you down onto the mattress.
He, of course, didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your ankles and lifted them towards your chest. They settled around the back of your knees, giving a soft squeeze, just like earlier.
Your breathing quickened, not knowing how your body would be able to take something so large. Though it seemed in the way Pyramid Head held you down, he wouldn’t be giving you a choice.
You let out a sob at the first touch to your hole, your body relaxing upon realizing it’s Pyramid Head’s tongue.
Like with your nipples, the tongue circles your hole. You can’t tell if he was trying to tease you or if he was simply getting a taste. All you’ve known of Pyramid Head was brute force, so you couldn’t imagine him trying to tease.
You moan when his tongue pushes inside. Thicker than two of Pyramid Head’s fingers, you expected it to hurt, but the wetness of it only sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
Your back arches from the bed when it hits your prostate, your cock dribbling precome against your stomach. The moans you let out only seem to encourage Pyramid Head, his tongue moving deeper and deeper.
The tongue throbs like a cock inside you, and that’s when you feel that it’s pumping you full of something. You squirm against it, Pyramid Head’s hands tightening around your knees to keep you in place.
His tongue is pulled free with a wet noise, sending a rush of heat through your body at the sound. Your body feels loose and pliant, a slick sensation dripping down your hole.
Pyramid Head pulled you to the edge of the bed, right into his knees, the head of his cock resting on your hole. It slipped along your hole when he tried to thrust inside, but when he eventually got it, you nearly came.
He gave you no time to adjust, but it wasn’t like you needed it. Pyramid Head’s cock went deeper than his tongue, pushing slick deeper with each thrust.
You placed a hand on your stomach, right above where your cock lay neglected. Feeling Pyramid Head’s cock under your fingers, you came to the feeling. Waves of euphoria washed over you, knowing that Pyramid Head was carving out his spot within you, that you would never spend another second alone in Silent Hill.
You pushed through your post-orgasm haze to press your hand to Pyramid Head’s chest. Underneath your fingers, you felt his heart beating wildly. Wet hot tears leaked from your eyes feeling the organ under his skin, the first feeling of another human you’ve experienced in what seemed like forever.
Pyramid Head comes with a loud, metallic grumble, deep from his chest. His cock pumps you with a copious amount of cum, the fullest you’ve felt in the longest time. The tongue from earlier lolled out, licking up your chest lazily.
A low grumble left Pyramid Head’s helmet, satisfied at the taste as his cock continued to throb. His hips twitched through the aftershocks when you felt it beginning to soften.
A whimper fell from your lips when Pyramid Head’s cock slipped free, a gush of cum and slick following. The ache you had felt since you were put in this place was gone, replaced with a deep sense of satisfaction.
Pyramid let out a hum before he stood up, gathering his discarded apron with him. He pulled it back on with a silent finesse, not at all matching his monstrous look. Next, he grabbed his knife before walking to the door.
“Are you waiting for me?” You asked, using all your effort to sit up against the wall.
Pyramid Head opened the door as an answer, waiting in the doorway expectantly.
Summary: Lost in Silent Hill, you are hunted by the town’s nightmares until Pyramid Head finds you.
The fog never lifted.
It swallowed the streets whole, thick as smoke.
You had been walking for what felt like days, though time no longer had meaning here. The sun never came up, the sky never cleared, and the air smelled of rust and decay.
You were not alone in Silent Hill.
You had seen him.
The first time, he had been a shadow in the mist, his massive frame barely visible. You had frozen in place, heart hammering as the iron pyramid atop his head gleamed dully in the pale light. The great knife he dragged behind him left a trail of sparks against the pavement. You had expected death.
But he had only stood there. Watching.
And then he was gone.
This had happened again. And again. Always just at the edges of your vision, always near enough for you to feel his presence but never too close.
You didn’t understand why he hadn’t killed you.
Until the first time, something else tried.
The creatures came out of the dark. They were made of twisted flesh, moving unnaturally, reaching for you with inhuman limbs. You had no weapons, no way to fight. You had thought you were going to die.
But the moment they touched you, the air itself seemed to tremble.
And then he was there.
Pyramid Head moved like a force of nature, his great knife tearing through the creatures in a single swing.
Blood covered the pavement, and bodies crumpled. He did not stop until all of them were dead.
And then he turned to you.
You braced yourself, breath caught in your throat. He could kill you now. He should kill you now.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he reached for you with his arm, not his sword.
His skin was rough as he brushed against your shoulder as if checking for wounds. When you flinched, his fingers stilled, then slowly, carefully, curled around your arm.
It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t cruel.
It was… gentle.
Something inside you shifted.
You suddenly realised.
He had been following you all this time. Not to kill you. Not to drag you into the dark.
But to protect you.
Your fingers trembled as they lifted, hesitating before settling against the bloodstained leather over his chest.
“You saved me,” you whispered.
He didn't speak. You weren't even sure he could. But his grip on you tightened, just for a moment.
And when he released you, it was not to leave you behind.
It was to lead you forward.
You were no longer alone in Silent Hill.
Because Pyramid Head had claimed you.
And in the endless fog, he would never let you go.
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part six of monster fucker march: pyramid head x f!reader;
what’s a monster to do when it can’t fit but wants to keep you alive? it makes compromises, of course • themes: size difference, grinding, non!con because it’s pyramid head chasing you down and—, thigh fucking, manhandling, short little piece, pyramid head doesn’t last long trying something new • w.c: 1k • on ao3
No matter how long and how far you ran, the fog seemed to never thin, let alone clear at all. It crept into your lungs and filled you with a deep, clinging cold, and somewhere not too far behind you, metal scraped against the pavement in pursuit. You did not dare look back to know that he was still there; his pace relentless, his stamina unmatched. Eventually, you would get tired and then—
You fell to a stop, your lungs felt as if they were on fire as you struggled to catch your breath, only for a shadow to come over to hover and loom over your form. Its body was thick and muscular with pulsing veins, and somehow, even beneath the leather that it wore to hide its lower half, you could visibly tell that it was excited.
A hand crept over you, calloused and large, blotting out whatever little grey light filtered through the white haze. You flinched as you saw it, preparing for the end, only for it not to crush you, no, but seize you into its grasp.
Fingers hooked around your sides with an unyielding force, and you found yourself being lifted—thrown over its shoulder like it was nothing—a strangled sound leaving your lips as you settled. It felt like the breath was knocked out of your lungs as he flung you over. As he walked, the ground swayed with each heavy step, and the sound of his blade scraping against the ground made you feel sick to your very core.
The creature stopped abruptly after a while of walking you somewhere, settling onto its bottom against a crumbling wall, and leaning back with enough force to make what was left standing splinter. You were then shifted suddenly and then hauled over his lap, your back resting against the slick surface of his stomach. Long, thick fingers curled around your waist as filthy nails pressed past the fabric of your clothes with the promise to puncture and tear.
You could not help but laugh nervously as a sense of dread overwhelmed you.
You did not care anymore.
Why, everything was comical.
Of course—of course—yes!—of course, this would be how you’d meet your end.
“Are you going to kill me?” you asked.
Then after a pause, in a tone that was far less jovial and a hundred times more desperate—
“Please do it quickly, if so,” you pleaded.
The question, however, dissolved into the thick air as the only answer it gave you was the thick push and pull of its heavy breath beneath the helmet.
You tried to give yourself one less lean forward in an attempt to wrench yourself free, but its—no, definitely his—restraint on you had tightened, crushing you tight to his body with a force that nearly squeezed all the air out from your lungs. Your pulse throbbed beneath those large hands, and the fog crept over you both, all the while.
You slacked a little, leaning back to it, ready to accept whatever cruel end awaited you, only for it to move you around, just a little. The creature lifted you ever so slightly, something hard and insistent pushing at your buttocks, only to settle in between the soft flesh of your thighs instead.
You were partially relieved that it did not want to impale you.
God. The pain, if so.
But—
It didn’t seem to be letting you off the hook just yet, either.
It made quick work of removing all of the clothing it deemed unnecessary, guiding its monstrous shaft to rest between your legs, but with the intention of penetration. The head of its pulsing cock came out to poke outside of your legs, the very length of it settling otherwise against your stomach, even the lower edge of your chest. You shuddered to imagine what that would feel like inside you, though, because, oh—oh god—you could not even finish that thought. Not with that size. Not with that girth.
The creature seemed to enjoy it, at least; your thighs pressed up so close against its sliding shaft must have surely been a delicious sensation. Your skin was damp with sweat and enveloped by the dewy mist, so lubrication was far from an issue. The creature seemed to be keen on using your body, not just your legs, to get itself off, too; palming its hands all around you, groping and kneading your breasts, your ass, your stomach—everywhere it could reach.
Albeit reluctantly—because what else could you do(?)—you held onto the ride. On occasion, you’d steady yourself around the hot skin of its cock, only for the beast to find encouragement from your touch. Its whole body moved with purpose, its back even arched; the helmet poked more destruction against the already fallen wall behind it, leaving ruin behind in favour of its enjoyment. Thankfully, not too much of you. It was only your will that was challenged. Soon, after, too, its hold on you became even tighter than before, and you could feel your bones start to protest from the strength; its length pulsed and rose in a nearly scalding heat that felt impossible, making you writhe in complaint, albeit causing its own pleasure to reach a boiling point—
Ropes of its cum started to spurt wildly, some of it landing on your chin and on your face, to which you tried to shake off, but the texture was clinging and insistent. The majority of it seemed to settle on your chest, though, with anything else landing on the ground beside you both. Its movements were erratic now, using your thighs to milk itself to completion. You found yourself aiding this monster by rhythmically clenching your thighs, hoping that it would end sooner, and using such an opportunity to hopefully try and sneak away—
Only for it to reach out and reel you back in against itself, holding you almost possessively.
You gasped and gulped, settling, trying to relax.
Only for the beast to seem sated and content.
A wave of further unease crept through you at the realisation:
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The creature's fists grabbed your hips in a bruising grip, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave dark purple marks blooming across your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of Pyramid Head's cock pressing against your ass cheeks, grinding slowly against the thin fabric of your underwear. The thick scent of the monster's arousal filled your nose as it rutted against you, drool dripping from its helmet to splatter across your lower back.
It should be gross, but it felt so good. “Yes,” you gasped softly, arching your back to push your ass more firmly against its cock. The creature let out a low, approving groan in response, one hand sliding around to grab your hair, yanking your head back sharply. The position left your neck exposed and vulnerable, your pulse jumping wildly beneath the monster's calloused fingers.
With a deep growl, Pyramid Head ripped away your flimsy panties, the fabric tearing like tissue paper in its grip. Cool air kissed your newly exposed flesh which was quickly replaced by the searing heat of the creature's cock—pressing the swollen crown against your fluttering hole. The thick head pushed insistently against your entrance, stretching your ass obscenely around its girth.
“Oh, shit…” you choked out, hips moving back then moving forward again to ease the ache. But Pyramid Head just tightened its grip on your hips, claws digging into the meat of your ass as it held you still. With a sudden thrust of its hips, it buried the first few inches of its thick cock deep into your ass, inches sinking into you.
“Ohhhh fuck!” You keened, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden intrusion. The monster grabbed you by your knees, one of each of his large hands easily encircled your thighs as he lifted your lower half off the ground. Your legs bent at the knees that he held aloft, your feet dangling in the air as the creature held you up. You could feel the cool air on your exposed cunt, a stark contrast to the searing heat radiating from Pyramid Head's massive cock.
Your hands scrabbled at the ground as it lifted you higher, until your knees were completely lifted from the ground and your ass was level with the monster's groin. Pyramid Head's tongue snaked out from under its helmet, the slick appendage wrapping around your calf, squeezing the flesh possessively.
With you completely at its mercy, Pyramid Head began to thrust in earnest. Its hips snapped forward, burying inch after thick inch of its drooling cock into the heat of your asshole. Each brutal thrust lifted you further off the ground, your body jolting with the force of it. The slick sounds of wet flesh pounding into flesh filled the room, accompanied by your escalating cries.
Your ass stretched obscenely around its cock, the creature's balls slapping lewdly against your pussy with each deep thrust. Pyramid Head's hands kneaded and squeezed your cheeks as it split you open around its ever moving hips. The creature's muscular body shuddered and tensed, its thrusts becoming erratic and forceful as it rapidly approached its peak. You could feel the heaviness of the creature's dick throbbing inside you.
Pyramid Head let out a guttural, almost feral sound from deep in its chest. Its tongue snuck off of your calf to drag up the curve of your spine, leaving a trail of cooling drool in its wake. It slid over your shoulder blades, curling and coating your skin as the creature's thrusts became more urgent and powerful. You could only press your upper half to the grimy ground as the monster slammed into you with wild abandon. You clenched and spasmed around it, milking the creature for all it was worth.
With another growl that echoed off the walls, Pyramid Head slammed its hips forward one last time, burying its massive cock to the hilt inside you. You felt the creature's tip pressing insistently against your walls, stretching you to your absolute limit. At the same time, the monster's tongue moved to wrap around your entire torso, squeezing you in a slick, but muscular embrace.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted and flooded your insides with what felt like gallons of the creature's arousal. Pyramid Head's hips jerked and shuddered as it emptied its heavy balls, hands finally relaxing on your hips as it fucked you full. “Good,” it garbled.
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The creature's fists grabbed your hips in a bruising grip, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave dark purple marks blooming across your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of Pyramid Head's cock pressing against your ass cheeks, grinding slowly against the thin fabric of your underwear. The thick scent of the monster's arousal filled your nose as it rutted against you, drool dripping from its helmet to splatter across your lower back.
It should be gross, but it felt so good. “Yes,” you gasped softly, arching your back to push your ass more firmly against its cock. The creature let out a low, approving groan in response, one hand sliding around to grab your hair, yanking your head back sharply. The position left your neck exposed and vulnerable, your pulse jumping wildly beneath the monster's calloused fingers.
With a deep growl, Pyramid Head ripped away your flimsy panties, the fabric tearing like tissue paper in its grip. Cool air kissed your newly exposed flesh which was quickly replaced by the searing heat of the creature's cock—pressing the swollen crown against your fluttering hole. The thick head pushed insistently against your entrance, stretching your ass obscenely around its girth.
“Oh, shit…” you choked out, hips moving back then moving forward again to ease the ache. But Pyramid Head just tightened its grip on your hips, claws digging into the meat of your ass as it held you still. With a sudden thrust of its hips, it buried the first few inches of its thick cock deep into your ass, inches sinking into you.
“Ohhhh fuck!” You keened, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden intrusion. The monster grabbed you by your knees, one of each of his large hands easily encircled your thighs as he lifted your lower half off the ground. Your legs bent at the knees that he held aloft, your feet dangling in the air as the creature held you up. You could feel the cool air on your exposed cunt, a stark contrast to the searing heat radiating from Pyramid Head's massive cock.
Your hands scrabbled at the ground as it lifted you higher, until your knees were completely lifted from the ground and your ass was level with the monster's groin. Pyramid Head's tongue snaked out from under its helmet, the slick appendage wrapping around your calf, squeezing the flesh possessively.
With you completely at its mercy, Pyramid Head began to thrust in earnest. Its hips snapped forward, burying inch after thick inch of its drooling cock into the heat of your asshole. Each brutal thrust lifted you further off the ground, your body jolting with the force of it. The slick sounds of wet flesh pounding into flesh filled the room, accompanied by your escalating cries.
Your ass stretched obscenely around its cock, the creature's balls slapping lewdly against your pussy with each deep thrust. Pyramid Head's hands kneaded and squeezed your cheeks as it split you open around its ever moving hips. The creature's muscular body shuddered and tensed, its thrusts becoming erratic and forceful as it rapidly approached its peak. You could feel the heaviness of the creature's dick throbbing inside you.
Pyramid Head let out a guttural, almost feral sound from deep in its chest. Its tongue snuck off of your calf to drag up the curve of your spine, leaving a trail of cooling drool in its wake. It slid over your shoulder blades, curling and coating your skin as the creature's thrusts became more urgent and powerful. You could only press your upper half to the grimy ground as the monster slammed into you with wild abandon. You clenched and spasmed around it, milking the creature for all it was worth.
With another growl that echoed off the walls, Pyramid Head slammed its hips forward one last time, burying its massive cock to the hilt inside you. You felt the creature's tip pressing insistently against your walls, stretching you to your absolute limit. At the same time, the monster's tongue moved to wrap around your entire torso, squeezing you in a slick, but muscular embrace.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted and flooded your insides with what felt like gallons of the creature's arousal. Pyramid Head's hips jerked and shuddered as it emptied its heavy balls, hands finally relaxing on your hips as it fucked you full. “Good,” it garbled.
plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut — w.c: 700ish
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You were incapacitated.
Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.
You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.
You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.
You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.
You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.
With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.
Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.
Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.
Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.
Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.
In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.
But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.
Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.
Summary: In a town of punishment and suffering, you are the only one who walks beside Pyramid Head without fear.
Silent Hill had never known love.
It was a place of torment and suffering. It twisted souls into monsters and forced them to relive their worst sins.
But you?
You were different.
Because you had been chosen.
The others feared Pyramid Head. They spoke of him in hushed voices, whispered of the executioner who brought judgment upon the damned.
But you had never feared him.
You had met him in the fog, seen him standing over you like a sentinel, cutting down the horrors that wanted to claim you. You had felt the weight of his hand against your back, his fingers curling around your wrist, not to hurt you, he would never hurt you, but rather to hold you.
He was a monster, they said. A being of violence.
But they had never seen the way he shielded you with his body when the town shifted when rusted walls closed in and the world trembled. When the nightmares came out.
They had never felt the way he pulled you close, the way his massive hands guided you through the darkness, keeping you safe.
He had been a man, once.
You knew it in the way he touched you. Careful. Purposeful.
There was a soul beneath the steel and silence, one that had chosen you in a place where nothing was meant to be kept.
And Silent Hill hated it. The monsters did. Their jealousy and fury manifest in the most terrible ways.
They had tried to take you.
They had whispered in your mind, trying to pull you away from him. But every time, Pyramid Head had found you.
He destroyed anything that tried to take you.
And as you stood in the ruins of what had once been a church, the air thick with the scent of blood and rust, you made your choice.
You turned to him, lifting your hands to press them against his bloodstained chest.
His breathing was slow, deep.
He did not move. But you felt him watching you.
“I am yours,” you whispered.
The air shifted. The town screamed.
Pyramid Head’s hands came to rest against your back, pulling you against him, his grip firm.
His hold was unbreakable, a vow stronger than any words.
Silent Hill would never understand what you were to him.
But it did not matter.
Because you were his.
And nothing would take you from him.
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