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Y'all, I don't appreciate relating this hard to a post
Are we all the same person??? Just a bunch of cute little horny idiots bumping into kinks and fetishes and just pocketing them in our little forager baskets??
Could I request pyramid head x reader where he gets tuck in between walls or something and reader comes to help him only to take advantage of the situation and give him a blow/ hand job :)ā¤ļø
You held your breath as you stared at the sight before you, your entire body rigid and muscles tense to run at any given moment. The monster before you groaned a high pitched, metallic sound of struggle that you had never heard from his (lack of) lips. It was almost desperate. Almost frustrated. Rare noises from a being poised to deliver judgement at any given moment of his life. Yet, despite the sight of rippling muscles and a sword large enough to slaughter, you felt yourself smile at the entirety of the ridiculous situation.
The Executioner was stuck.
A foolish attempt to follow you through a small window had resulted in his head cramming itself unceremoniously into the small space, now with the inability to withdraw it or move forward due to the awkward angle of his weapon hanging along his side. You were crouched before him, making sure that there was no way he could truly free himself and preparing to run if he suddenly did so but... there was nothing.
And that gave you a wicked idea.
āDo... you need help?ā You tried to contain the trembling excitement in your voice as you smiled wide. Another frustrated groan broke against the otherwise quiet fog of the trial and you felt your fingers twitch with as you stepped back slightly, licking your lips. Sweat warmed your forehead out of instinct and you felt your heart beat in your ears no matter how much you tried to convince it that you were at least kind of safe.
āWoah, easy big guy,ā You put your hands up as if trying to assure a lion that you meant no harm, swallowing the growing bile in your throat as you shifted your position,Ā āIāll help you get unstuck okay? Just... Promise me youāll let me go wh-when I do, okay?ā
You took the volatile thrashing and screeching from the Pyramid Head as aĀ ānoā and sighed in annoyance.
āFINE. FINE. At least like. Five second head start? Is that okay?ā
He genuinely paused at this, tilting his massive head as if thinking it over. You took the ever-so-slight tilt of his head after a moment as a nod and began your analysis of the situation.
You got close to the front of The Executioner, far closer than you had ever been without being thrown over a shoulder and hooked mercilessly, and from your position you could see the flexing of his muscles in his arms and the bulging veins in his neck as he stood still, trying to uphold the agreement and not lash out to strangle you where you stood. The self control was impressive and... you had to admit, those arms were a little bit hot.
You reached out to touch at the musculature along his biceps, testing their position to see if he might be able to adjust them to help him slide out. What met you was a warning metallic shriek and another thrash as his arms lashed out at you, causing you to scream and jump backwards with wide, terrified eyes. His thrashing went on for a few more moments before he settled down again, breath heavy in his chest as he did so.Ā
Okay, so his front wasnāt going to work. What about his back?
You stood and moved around the building he was stuck in, entering the rickety old house with slow movements as you observed the situation from behind. You blushed to see just how handsome he was even at that angle. The strange tarp covering his lower half swished in the low light of the room, the muscles in his legs just as impressive as the ones in his arms and you could pinpoint the spot where his sword was stuck in the space, preventing him from pulling forward or back to get out properly. That wouldnāt be so hard! All you had to do was pull the sword and-
You stopped as you grew close to him, noticing how the fabric had bunched up to give you a view of his ass. Was he really that thick that he had a great ass too!? Why were you even looking at his ass!? It was a nice ass though...
Your fingertips traced his skin without thinking about it. Another thrashing movement from his front echoed but it settled with less resistance than the last time and you wondered why this was better than you touching near his head. Maybe it hurt less? Youād never get an answer from him, so why bother to wonder?
You walked around the man, observing his stuck form with something akin to moderate amusement and curiosity as you ran your fingertips along his legs, feeling him all but shudder beneath your touch. Never had you had this power over a killer before. Never had the tables been turned so that you were the one making them squirm... It was....
Nice.
And judging by the slowly growing tent in the front of his skirts he thought so too.
āYou into this, big boy?ā You wondered with amusement lacing your tone as you called out to him, leaning down so that you could duck under his stuck form. His muscles flexed above you as you slowly lifted up his skirts to reveal the thick, half hard cock bobbing neatly between those muscular legs and you felt yourself all but drool.Ā
His movements have long since stopped and his chest on the other side was heaving with heavy, shaking breaths that vibrated down to his toes as you reached out, your hand finding his dick and - oh god- was he thick. You couldnāt wrap your grip all the way around him, needing to bring up your other hand to fully encompass his girth. Slowly you moved your grip up and down his shaft, watching the skin stretch and his head flush even more red as, somewhere behind you, he thrashed with a needy groan to his mettalic edges.Ā
This was nice, you thought in awe, this was power... And, for this one moment, you could have it.
Without letting yourself think too much about the situation you leaned forward, placing a kiss to the head of his dick and ignoring the pungent flavor in favor of relishing in the groan that shook his body, his lower half twisting and trying to thrash in any way it could. You could tell that he wanted nothing more than to grab you. To force you down against him and take you with a greedy, selfish sort of need - but he simply could not. Not as long as you were in control and you chose the pace.
You couldnāt help but smile around his dick as you took more of it into your mouth, its thickness stretching your lips to their fullest and the moan you let out around the skin was involuntary, but oh-so appreciated. You felt him throb with hungry need in your mouth, the additional pulsation making you squirm as you moved your hands up what you could not fit in your hungry lips.
The sound of your wet sucking filled the room against his heavy breathing. The metallic groaning of his head was something you could almost associate with moans and huffs if you were not heady with the scent of his arousal and drunk off the power his form offered to you. You watched through teary eyes as his knees began to buckle and his thighs tensed.
Thatās when he surprised you.
With what muscle he had been able to control and what movement he could shift, he thrust forward. It caught you off guard enough to send you scrambling back into the wall with a startled gasp, your lips falling from his dick as your shoulders ached with the impact. You frowned, about to comment on the action, but his hips were faster and, soon, his cock was in your mouth again and moving with a relentless pace.
You could barely breathe as he fucked your mouth into the wall, his hips moving fast and hungry as he groaned above you. On the other side of the wall you could hear his hands scratching at the concrete, trying to break through it in order to get to you. To tear away and reach you. The terrifying crack in its space made you worried that he might succeed, but instead his grip only held onto the window as his hips pushed into you with a faster, more fervent need.
Blackness clouded the edges of your visions as he came, his massive cock pausing in the back of your throat and pulsing hot, bitter cum down into your stomach as your head hit the back of the wall with one last, bruising thud. As he slid himself from your lips, you watched the trail of spit and cum leak from between your teeth and to the tip of his dick as you coughed through the sudden onslaught against you. Your chest heaved with an effort to breathe as you tried to clear your throat (and moderately your nostrils) of his tangy flavor.
Your heart stopped when you heard a clang fall just to your side. The sword keeping him stuck had been dislodged.
It was all at once that he pulled himself from the wall with a heaving roar, making you flinch as you stood under the massive creature, his head facing you and his chest heaving. Heavy. Terrifying. You were going to die.Ā
So the surprise was genuine when he reached out and grabbed you, throwing you up and pushing you against the wall with a heavy, hungry growl under his helmet.Ā
You smiled a little, terrified and shaking yet oh-so excited.
