Double Cheeked Up
warnings: hornee for pyra, violence, murder, mentions of nsfw
notes: inspired by this lovely photo that my friend took during a custom HSDJKFH
wc: 509
it was another tough match. with dwight being sacrificed, that left you, nea, and meg. luckily there were only two generators left, meaning the match was still manageable, had it not been pyramid head.
you weren’t familiar with the new killer, since he was quite literally new to the entity’s realm. from what you’ve heard from the others, he could send you to a special cage if you walked through something he put in the ground, and he had a bit of a ranged attack that could hit you through walls and pallets. you emerged from the cornfield, creeping around the wooden wall. upon rounding the corner, you spotted the killer shack. your heartbeat began to quicken, blood roaring in your ears. you gripped the flashlight a bit tighter, breaking out into a sprint once you heard a sickening squelch followed by nea’s scream.
you stopped near the window, peering inside through the crooked wooden boards. pyramid head stood over nea, soft, metallic, raspy breathing coming from beneath his helmet. he began to take heavy steps towards the fallen survivor, the ground practically shaking beneath his boots. his metal greatsword dragged behind him, the weapon dipping downwards as he bent down to grab nea by the throat. your eyes widened at the sight of his butcher’s smock quite literally straining against his ass, giving you a perfect view of his bubble butt. you smacked a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from letting out a squeak of surprise. there was no way you just got a perfect view of pyramid head’s ass, you almost couldn’t believe it. your heart started racing for an entirely different reason, your face flushing tomato red at the thoughts that began to invade your mind.
there was no way you were blushing over pyramid head, but it seemed anything was possible in the entity’s realm.
only when you heard the thud of nea’s lifeless body did you snap out of your stupor. you looked up, pyramid head slowly turning around almost menacingly to face you. despite him not having any eyes on the outside of his helmet, you could feel his gaze burning into you.
the two of you seemingly had a staring contest, the silence breaking when you halfheartedly waved your hand and let out a soft, “nice ass buddy…” you visibly saw the way he tensed, the veins on his arm practically popping out of his skin as his grip tightened around his greatsword. a faint growl-gurgle came from pyramid head as he began to rush towards the window. you shrieked, spinning on your heel and making a beeline for the nearest tile.
you would’ve facepalmed had you not been occupied running pyramid head around. you’ve heard of killers getting upset when your teammates decided to get a little toxic by t-bagging, but never would you have thought you could piss a killer off by complimenting their ass. whatever the reason may be, having an angry pyramid head hot on your heels scared you shitless.
he was not happy at all.