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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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[thenearsightedmicroraptor]

MISSING: Michael Schmidt Johnson, 17

Last seen near Silent Hill on September 19th. Michael was wearing ripped blue jeans, white sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a black, sleeveless leather vest. If you have any information regarding Michael’s whereabouts, please contact your local authorities.

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#Silent Hill #animation #horror #psychological horror #silent hill fanfiction #horror stories #silent hill animation #Don't Cry #flashing images #body horror #sharp things cw

[x3no9]

Tugs and Tickles collection! Lots of fandoms.

LOTS of fandoms. Mature readers only please!

A sketch I did a few days ago... Jack Harper looking naughty!

#mass effect fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #silent hill fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #mass effect andromeda #Call of duty fanfiction #Cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #Nimona faniction #Leon X Krauser #chris redfield x wesker #Alex Shepard X Curtis Ackers #Zaeed x male Shepard #Steven Hackett X Illusive Man #Male Ryder X Reyes #Male lone survivor X MacReady #Soap X Ghost #Goro Takemura X male V #ballister x ambrosius #blackheart X goldenloin #fanart #m/m fanfic

[my-little-wraithlings]

I have so much to do. So much I want to make. Like fics, I want to write fics. I have so many fics for so many fandom's half started...

And here we go on another!

Because all the Silent Hill hype is pumping up my SH fixation again, I feel like working on this fic I've been building in my head for months. I'll be about Heather and her two protective (possibly dead) dads trying to stop someone from leaking the Silent Hill hell into the rest of the world.

But, because I want Heather to have something nice, I want to give her a girlfriend. That means making an OC.

So, what kind of girlfriend should I give Heather?

Any suggestions?

#silent Hill #heather mason #silent hill fanfiction

[semiweirdshipper]

Killer reactions to a reader who had their pants pulled down while they were on a hook. (Part two).

Evan

He heard one of his traps being dismantled near where you were hooked and swiftly went to investigate. He had imagined your team mates would have pulled you off by the time he arrived, but... Apparently not.

"No, no- stop!" He heard you shout, turning the corner just in time to see Jake tearing your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You were struggling and shouting, trying desperately to cover your naked crotch.

Rage boiled deep inside his gut at the disrespectful, offensive display. How dare Jake treat one of his own members this way.

Releasing a loud, bear like growl, Evan chased after the unsuspecting coward, cornering him into a trap and killing him. By the time he passed by your hook, he heard you crying softly and slowed in his tracks. For some reason, he didn't know why, he couldn't find it in himself to just leave you like this...

Turning around, he kept his head lifted and slowly approached you. At the sight of him, you flinched and cried harder, and it put a rod in his chest. "Want me to pull em up for ya?" He asked as calmly as he could manage.

You sniffled, looking at him in baffement and humiliation, your voice a quiet whisper, "Yes please."

Evan did it fast, stepping up to you and leaning down to pull your pants up. Once he was done, he took in your humiliated stance and reached out to gently cup your chin and tilt your head up, "I'm sorry they done this to ya, but it ain't so bad."

He brushed your cheek gently for a moment before letting go and turning away, "Keep your head up, darlin'."

Max

Everyone knew that he was an extremely sensitive person, and some times people tried to take advantage of that- like the times when survivors would flirt with him or get in suggestive poses; they knew he couldn't handle it without getting flustered and angry, his ability to focus shattered.

But this... This was different.

"Oh Max," Kate had whistled, "(y/n) here has something they wanna show you." And then she yanked your pants and underwear down.

Max had immediately flinched and gone to cover his eyes, the sound of your loud, horrified screaming causing him to hurt on the inside. Why were they doing this? You were hooked, they should be helping you, not... Not this.

Unable to look at you, Max took in the sounds of your loud cries, whimpers and whines and realized that this wasn't something you were purposely a part of. Your team mates were taking advantage of you like they constantly tried to take advantage of him, and he could tell how much it was bothering you.

Officially too shy to even look at you while you were half naked, Max ran off and did his best to kill Kate and the other two survivors. At the end he found you hiding by the shack, the hatch just a few meters behind him.

Dropping his chainsaw and hammer, Max stood aside and gestured to the hatch. It took you a few minutes, but you finally came walking out, your body tense, shaky and nervous. You couldn't make eye contact with him.

"Thank you," You whimpered gratefully, "I-I'm sorry about the..."

Max shook his head and uttered a soft growl. When you looked at him with a smile, he blushed and closed his eyes. For the first time, he wasn't flustered.

Ji-woon

He returned after hearing excessive screaming from where you were hooked, his chest flaring in anger at the thought of someone touching what was soon to be his. He worried that you might be being assaulted, and when he arrived at your hook, he cursed in Korean at the sight of you.

Your pants and underwear had been pulled down, and you were panicking in a struggle to cover yourself. Ji-woon saw red. "Who did this?" He demanded to know as he sprinted up to you.

You gasped, crying harder as you shook your head and looked away, utterly humiliated and afraid, "Élodie did it."

That monster. "Did she touch you?" Ji-woon asked, his teeth baring in dangerous rage.

Relief flooded him when you shook your head, but still... This was unacceptable. "I'll pull them up, yes?" He softened his voice while gesturing to your pants.

"Please." You whimpered, shaking lightly as he bent down and pulled your pants up.

Once that was done, Ji-woon looked at you and smiled, one hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek. "I promise," He grinned at you with an almost endearing, psychotic blush, "I will get you revenge."

And then off Ji-woon went, leaving you in a pit of shock. Later after you got unhooked, you would discover Élodie's hooked body mutilated and... Pantsless. Revenge achieved.

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Elliot wouldn't deny that he had preferences. You weren't very far up on his list of favorite survivors to torture, and more often than not he subconsciously allowed you to escape him. But some times there were trials where he had to hook you at least once to please the Entity.

This was one of those trials.

Having sensed odd commotion from the area you were hooked, he went to investigate only to go immobile in shock and disbelief that soon melted into pity and frustration. The other survivors had pulled your pants down thus leaving you exposed, humiliated and vulnerable.

Whenever you noticed his presence, you brutally shook your head in embarrassment, anger and shame, your hands trembling as they covered your privates. You refused to look at him, your shoulders hitching with small, quiet cries.

Rules be dammed, Elliot lifted his arms out, summoned four chain/hooks and carefully used them to grab hold of the edges of your pants. You startled at this but otherwise remained still, watching the hooks with breathless awe as they worked your pants back up your legs.

Yanking your pants up the rest of the way yourself, the hooks around you disappeared with a clatter. Elliot stared at you with his usual monotony, observing the nervous yet grateful expression on your face as you offered him a timid, thankful wave. Hmp.

Elliot left with a light smirk. Perhaps now you would be more open to accept his offers of pleasure.

Wesker

When he finds you, all he can do is stand there and stare. You were one of the more efficient survivors- one that always gave him a run for his money. To see you this unhinged, this defeated and vulnerable... It, well...

It made him furious. Compared to you the other survivors were ants, and the fact that they felt the need to take advantage of you in such a state made his blood boil. How dare they.

"Stop staring at me," You screamed at him, your face flushed, body shaking and hands covering your exposed crotch.

Blinking behind his sunglasses, Wesker mentally shook himself from his thoughts and slowly began to walk forward, "My, my... I didn't take you as one to so easily break under pressure."

"Go away- don't come any closer," You shouted, your voice so passionate and defensive and true.

God, you had no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Wesker smirked, "You know, requesting help is not a crime. You should be smarter than that."

At that, you had gone silent, your eyes on him and filled with distrust, embarrassment and anger. For a few seconds you were hesitant, but then you quietly mumbled, "Will you help me? Please..."

It took all of his effort not to grin. "Since you asked nicely," He nearly closed the space between you as he bent down and pulled your pants up. "I must say," He whispered lowly, looking you in the eye, "You are exquisite in more ways than one, (y/n)."

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

He's good at reading auras even from far away, so when he hears a shout and senses your ill distress, he follows. And soon he comes to the wild scene of you frantically trying to cover your naked crotch while Nea and Nancy raced away in a hurry.

They had pulled your pants down, he realized with a swell of empathy. You weren't the only victim of this particular method of humiliation and immaturity. Many times now the survivors had taken advantage of his lack of speed and succeeded in pulling his own pants down.

You had never done anything like that to him before though. In fact you were a rather kind, modest person- a rare one that he envied and respected. Just like him, you didn't deserve this type of childish torment.

As he walked forward, constantly emitting monstrous growls, you trembled and shook your head, stuttering in fear, "N-no please. Stay-stay away, please. I'm sorry- just please... Stay away."

And when he was right in front of you, you really began to panic, "No please! I'm sorry, please. Please stay away. No!"

Using one hand, the Executioner grabbed an edge of your pants and sloppily drug them up until you were able to reach them yourself. Once you had them back over your hips, he stepped away and quietly observed you.

You bore an expression of gratitude and surprise, your eyes glossy as you gaped at him, "Thank you."

Nodding once, the Executioner left you in search for Nea and Nancy. Don't worry (y/n), he was going to get you some revenge. Maybe later you both could share your stories.

(A big thanks to the lovely EroismPro and Enigma-System for helping me choose what killers to use- give momma Weirdo some smooches you two, *mwah*, I love you! Also, shout out to any other interested viewers, I'm happy to make a part three, so if you want then just leave a comment on which killer you'd like to see in here. Thank you so much for reading).

#dead by daylight #fanfiction #slashers #reader insert #evan macmillan x reader #max thompson x reader #pinhead x reader #albert wesker x reader #pyramid head x reader #silent hill #resident evil #hellraiser #reader x killers #Ji-Woon Hak x reader #slasher fanfiction

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Please don't be Silent Hill. Please don't be Silent Hill." The boy kept up his mantra as they approached the sign from behind.

Sure enough, the sign declared this place was named Silent Hill. The boy, Danny, had explained Silent Hill was a survival horror game franchise and that they were "living out the game" Cass nodded. She dealt with horrors regularly in Gotham and she knew how to survive much better that the average person.

She thought this would be easy.

She was wrong.

Danny as Phantom was ridiculously useful, and his knowledge of the video games was priceless given their situation but even he could only do so much. By the end of it she was carrying her new very tired and very traumatized boyfriend bridal style through Gotham.

Let me tell you, gothamites seeing Black Bat carrying some glowy meta around like that gave many people the absolutely correct idea that BB was dating him.

The batfam are freaking out. Thier sister disappeared for weeks without a trace and then suddenly reappeared with a boyfriend? Suspicious.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #black bat #batgirl #silent hill #im going to level with you #i know jack all about silent hill #just half the fic is legit horor and then the other half is sappy love stuff and the batfam trying to find dirt on danny

[escapefromthedeal]

Inspired by my Heather/James longfic you can find here:

Daily Routine & Living Together Part II

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[kathy-ifnt]

Late halloween post cuz I had to do it...

NSFW on my PATREON

#call of duty #cod #cod fanart #konig #konig smut #konig fanfiction #konig x oc #konig x y/n #simon ghost riley #soap cod #pyramid head #crossover fanart #silent hill

[jagdkommandos]

what if…..pyramid head smut. FOLLOW UP: what if halloween konig silent hill costume smut

#konig x reader #konig smut #modern warfare fanfiction #fanfic prompt #fanfic writing #konig imagine #silent hill #pyramid head smut #fanfic

[creepswrites]

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‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

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II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

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‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for! Usually within the same fandom/theme, so long as they fit the prompt given!

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IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, & Lester Sinclair : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017 & 2019) (sparingly)

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[undressmewithyoureyes]

Devour Me - Chapter Eight

               You felt like a kid on Christmas Day who woke up to see the living room filled with presents just for you. That’s what it felt like to be back in Pyramid Heads arms. Slowly, with heavy footsteps, he walks you back to the asylum. You watched the red woman slowly shrink in size the further away he stepped. You couldn’t wait until you had your chance with her and anyone else that stood in your path.

               Pyramid Head opened the doors to the asylum and a loud bang echoed throughout the forgotten hallways as the double doors slammed shut. He continued to carry you over his shoulder and down the same familiar hallway as before. You felt him shift and then stop, reaching his arm up to grab you to pull you down and set you on your feet.

               Your bare feet touching the cold floor as your naked body, with now dried blood flaking off bare for him to see. You look up at his rusted Pyramid Head and he nods forward for you to turn around to look at what he was motioning at. You turn and gasp from another person standing there. It was a little girl, with black hair and deep black eyes.

               “Don’t be afraid,” the little girl mused. Her voice was childlike and playful, but not in a good playful way. More like, tortured playful.

               You cross your arms to try and cover your breasts, “Who are you?”. Your tone coming out harsher than you expected. Pyramid Head sighed under his helmet, and you turned to look at him and then back at the little girl, but she was gone. Your eyes widen and you jerk your head to look at him. “Who is she?”. He doesn’t respond, but the childlike voice spoke from behind you, causing you to scream, “He cant talk, but you know that already.”

               She takes a step towards you, and you take a step back – chills racing up your spine from the cold floor. “You interest him,” she goes on, giggling in between pauses, “He’s never cared for a human before, but there is something about you,” she giggles, “Ally”.

               “How do you know my name?” your heart raced from your name rolling off her lips. Was she with the church? Is she here to kill you? And why wasn’t he doing anything about it?

               “You and I are the same” she says taking another step.

               You continue to step back, “I don’t know you”. The deep black eyed little girl grabs your wrist and pulls you towards her, “You don’t have to. You were brought here for a reason” she says as she lets you go.

               You scoff at her, “Uh, yeah. I was forced here without my knowledge and the fucking freaks in that church kept telling me I had a purpose and shit but raping me and using my body isn’t a goddamn good purpose!”. The more you spoke, the louder you got, but you failed to see Pyramid Heads grip tighten on his sword when you mentioned the word ‘rape’.

               The look on the little girl’s face hardened with anger, “They.will.pay” she says through gritted teeth.

               “For what they did to me? Yeah, they will, but what does that have to do with you? This is a fight between me and them”. You watch the little girl stiffen with your words. She walks closer to you, but this time you stood your ground and didn’t back up.

               “Because they did unspeakable things to me as well. They will pay for what they did to me, and you will make them pay for everything they did to you.” The little girl spoke with hatred.

               Your posture softened thinking of what they did to you, they probably did those things to this little girl and it was worse on her – she’s younger. At least your body has matured. “I-Im really sorry they did that to you,” you say as you put your head down to look at her.

               She stares up at you with soulless eyes, “What’s done is done. Now is the time we take ourselves back.” The little girl turns on heel and goes to walk away. You take a step and pause, “Wait! I don’t even know your name!”.

               The little girl stops and partially turns around, “Alessa.” That was all she said as she vanished into thin air. You blinked and she was gone. You shake your head at the thought of her just disappearing right before your eyes and try to go to where she was but Pyramid Head grabbed you by your arm. You jerked your head up to him and he shook his head back and forth telling you ‘no’.

               You relaxed your body, and he released your arm, picking up his heavy sword and continued making his way towards the doors that led to the black abyss. You grabbed his giant hand as he led you through the darkness of his place, deep into the asylum. The familiar dim light illuminated the large area and you let go of his hand and went straight to the bathroom.

                A low grunt vibrates out of his helmet as your grip left him. You turned the light on to the bathroom and brought the shower to life. Steam penetrated the air as the bathroom filled with the heavenly fog. You step into the hot water, hissing as the water bit at your skin. Red welts formed, but you didn’t mind hoping that the water would burn their touch off you.

               You step under the hot water, letting the burning water flow over your hair and scalp. You lather your hair with the shampoo and scrub your scalp until it is raw – the hot water stinging the already red tender skin. The dried blood coats your feet as you wash it away from your skin. The floral smelling soap fills your nostrils as it lingers throughout the bathroom from the steam and out into the large dark area.

               The warm mist was so thick in the bathroom, you faintly saw Pyramid Head leaned up against the wall just like he was the last time you took a shower. He watched you as you scrubbed your skin, making it look as if you were bleeding. The color red had never looked so good on anyone before.

               He removed himself from the wall and walked over to you, his sword not with him. You see him approaching and he steps into the hot shower with you. Luckily, hospital showers could fit at least four people in them, so this was plenty big enough for you and him. The color of the floor changed from off white to red as the water hit him. Red liquid sliding down his muscular form.

               You grabbed the soap and lathered in your hands before placing your hands on his body, washing him. The white suds turned a deep brown color from the dried blood that he kept on him. The water washed away his sins as his real skin color pushed through – almost like a very pale grey. Scars covered his body from fights with the other creatures, and some being fresher than others. You were careful as you felt him tense under your touch when you brushed over them.

               Your fingers worked on his muscles, not only lathering him and washing away the scum on his body but releasing his tight muscles. Low grunts escaped out of his helmet when you would knead harder, digging into his toned body. The hot water rushing over your hands and soothing his sore ligaments. You reached down to the blood soaked apron that covered him and removed it by its belt. You realized real soon as the water washed away most of the grime, that the apron was made from human skin. You swallowed hard trying not to throw up. He sees this and cups your chin, making you forget about the nausea that overcame you.

               The skin made apron hits the floor, making a wet slosh sound. You pour more soap into your hands and begin working on his thighs and legs, teasing him by getting close to his cock. You look up at him with devilish eyes and give him a smirk. Blood and whatever else washes away, leaving his pale skin looking new as you rinse your hands off and gather more soap into your hands.

               You slowly look up at him as your hands reach out to cup his balls. You feel his cock twitch and begin to grow as you lather his balls and his cock in your hand. He places his hand on the side of your face, while his other hand holds himself up against the wall. You work your hands faster as his grip against your face tightens. Low growls radiate within you from him as you stroke his cock up and down in both of your hands.

               He removes his hand from your face and slowly slides it down to your throat before squeezing. You tilt your head back just barely and give a breathy moan. He forcefully pushes you against the wall, your back colliding with the cold tiles making your nipples hardened. Your back arches from the temperature difference as your chest presses into him. He tightens his grip around your throat while his other hand slowly trails down your stomach until he cups your throbbing pussy.

               You gasp at his movements and step aside just a bit to open your legs up further. He rubs your entrance, feeling how slick you are for him and not from the water either. He slides one finger in, and you grab his wrist that is connected to the hand around your throat. He pumps one finger in and out of you while your quiet moans become louder.

               He removed his fingers and holds it in front of you, letting you see his finger glisten from how he makes you feel. He removes his hand from your throat and grabs your jaw and squeezes, forcing your mouth open. He sticks his finger covered in your slickness in your mouth. Your tongue dances over his finger as a low growl comes from his helmet. He removes his hand from your jaw and brings it down to your soaked pussy and inserts two fingers.

               You moan against the finger in your mouth and his grunts become heavier. His two fingers are huge themselves, but you knew he was prepping you for him – but it didn’t matter because it was going to hurt regardless. You grabbed onto his shoulder, moaning out loud as he forcefully fucked you with is fingers.

               “Don’t stop” you moan out, “I’m about to come”. Your throbbing pussy convulses around his thick fingers. He removes his finger from your mouth and wraps that hand around your throat, squeezing hard. Your orgasm ignited through you like gasoline on a fire. Pyramid Head watched you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his cock hard and ready to be inside you.

               He removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You obeyed and opened wide, while he inserted his fingers coated in your sweet juices, licking them clean. You brought your leg up to his waist and he removed his hand from your throat and mouth to grab you by your hips to lift you up. Your back was pressed against the cold wall shower as his cock teased your tiny entrance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and braced for him to devour you.

               You felt him slowly push the head of his cock into you, “Don’t be gentle” you whisper out. Pyramid Head tensed for a second before shoving his thick cock deep inside you. Your loud scream echoed off the tile walls as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into you again.

               You dug your nails into his back, and this caused him to fuck you harder. “Make me yours,” you moan out. He slid his hands over your ass to get a better grip while you wrapped your legs around his waist. His strong grip dug into your fresh skin, bruising immediately, but you didn’t mind. His low grunts mixed with your loud moans made you tip over the edge again.

               Your tiny wet pussy clamping down on his thick cock as you throw your head back and scream out your orgasm. He doesn’t stop and fucks into you harder, making you come over and over – your body shaking in his grasp. Blood and water trickle down your ass and drip onto the shower tile from him devouring your body. You feel his rhythm getting rougher and his grunts becoming louder.

               “I want your come deep inside me,” you moan out. Pyramid Head tilts his head back as he growls out under his helmet – hot come coats your insides and another orgasm takes you. He slowly pumps in and out, milking every bit of come deep inside you. You rest your head against his shoulder as you feel one of his hands rub your back. Finally, he gently sets you down and you rinse off before turning the water off.

               He watches you as you grab the towel and dry off, while he puts on his skin made apron. You drape the towel over the sink, and he comes up behind you, picking you up bridal style. You rest your head on his shoulder – tiredness overcoming you. He walks you over to the bed and lays you down, covering you up with the massive blanket. You wiggle around for a few seconds, getting comfortable before you close your eyes and finally let sleep take you.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #pyramid head x you #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #alessa #silent hill 2 #silent hill #rapeawareness #rapekink #rapeculture #emotional abuse #abuse k1nk #fanfiction #ao3 author #my fic #ao3 writer #devour me

[flowery-laser-blasts]

All I've ever wanted... (a dark fanfic)

"I did it, I actually did it!"

Dr. Drakken felt his heart pound inside of his chest as he stepped onto the stage. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the faces of the world leaders; fright, disbelief, and shock were smeared all over their ugly mugs. And most importantly, all their eyes were locked on the mad scientist. Flashing cameras from news reporters, each in attendance from places all across the world, were transfixed on him. Drakken was about to make a speech, addressing his next course of action now that the world belonged to him and him only.

Drakken cleared his throat and leaned towards one of the dozen microphones in front of him. As he was about to speak, he suddenly felt something was off about this whole scenario. Something, no rather, someone was missing as he glanced towards his right side.

"Shego?" he mouthed. He turned back to face the crowd and startled when met with silence. The once buzzing and stuffed conference room was now vacant and deserted, as if something had whisked everyone away. 

The man quickly climbed off the stage and headed towards the exit door. When he opened it up, gone was the conference room hallway and in its place he was met with a dark, endless void.

Drakken called out to no one in particular, hoping to hear a response, but once again he heard nothing. As he turned around, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye; a dim green light was flickering in the distance as if it fought to stay connected to the dark silhouette sprawled out on the floor. 

"She— Shego!" Drakken felt panic rush in as there came no response from the figure. He forced himself to move closer, but with each step he took, his legs became twice as heavy. "Shego, is that you? Answer me!" he cried out. 

After what felt like ages, he managed to get near enough to confirm his worst fear. Drakken fell to his knees in defeat, letting out a guttural scream as he tried with all of his strength to reach out to the woman he loved. Millions of questions raced through his head all at once: How could this happen? When did this happen? Who was responsible for this atrocity!?

"No— No, no, NO!" He choked back tears as he watched the remnants of green light die at his lover's fingertips.

"What's wrong?" 

Drakken froze as he heard his own voice coming from behind him. 

"Why do you care so much about a mere sidekick? She's as replaceable as your henchmen," the voice taunted him. "Just take a strand of her hair and clone her; maybe even replace that snarky personality of hers with a more obedient one." 

The voice was getting closer. 

Flee, now!

Drakken's instincts kicked in. A sharp pain shot through his body as he got back on his feet. He ran through the dark as hard as he could, feeling the gaze of the doppelganger burn into his skull. If he could keep enough distance, then maybe he could find a way out of this place. Drakken clenched his teeth as a deafening ringing filled his ears until... 'Beep, beep, bee-beep.'

"Possible!" The scientist searched haphazardly in the dim light for the source of the sound until his eyes fell upon his arch-nemesis. "KI-KIM! KIM POSSIBLE, OVER HERE! HELP ME!" 

Drakken waved his arms frantically as he began running in her direction. A newfound hope dulled out all the pain in his aching body. 

This teen can do anything! She's forgiving, strong, resilient! Surely she'll help me get out of this mess. 

Drakken's thoughts were disrupted as he felt his feet slip from underneath him and he hit the ground with a thud. The man stayed down a moment as he held his head in pain and checked his stinging hands for signs of blood; thankfully there were none. He looked at the spot where he slipped. 

"Ice?" he questioned out loud. A small patch of ice was on the floor and it formed a trail underneath him. Curiously he followed it with his eyes, to find that it led to the teen superhero not three meters in front of him. Kim looked up at the blackened sky above them, her hands above her head as if she were carrying a big invisible tray or surrendering herself. Drakken noted other things: her skin, hair, and clothes were drenched with water, her focused eyes were dark and sunken in, her lips were rough, burst and bleeding but most frightening of all…her entire face was blue.

"Oh yeah, that's right... We locked her up in a basin with water and then topped it off with a thick layer of solid ice... The brat froze to death or drowned. Either way, it doesn't matter. That poor thing thought she could belt herself to freedom. We both know that the human voice can't crack a dent in layers upon layers of solid ice!" The voice started cackling loudly. "We finally defeated that little meddling pest. You should be happy!" The voice sounded closer than before.

I'm done for.

"No there's gotta be— There's gotta be a way out of here!" Drakken cursed under his breath. 

He focused on getting up. But the second his foot touched the ground, instead of a hard surface he was met with a goopy, black ooze. The earth underneath him started to shift into a sticky, pitch-black pool that clung to his clothes. With every movement he made, he felt himself sink further into it.  

Drakken tried clawing at the parts that seemed still intact, only for it to flow through his fingers until he felt a shoe. His gaze shot upwards to see Kim Possible's sidekick staring back at him. His face was somber with no hint of empathy or remorse for the man as he slowly became more and more engulfed in tar.  

Drakken tried getting a hold of the boy's leg, opened his mouth to plead with him for help. But when he tried to speak, nothing came from his lips.

"Oh, that's right. We never bothered to remember him, uhm— What’s his name again? Perhaps ‘buffoon’ works..."  

But I know his name, it's Stoppable! Ron Stoppable! Drakken protested back in his mind. But the more he tried to force the name out, the more gulps of sticky, suffocating tar gushed into his throat.

“Look at you. You’ve got all the power in the world, and still you are weak.” 

Drakken could see his mirror image hovering, staring right at him now mere centimeters above his own face. Finally he dared to look at the figure’s features.  

His face was sharp and slightly sunken in, his ears seemed pointier than his own, and bloodshot eyes were fixed on his, observing him like a predator watching its prey die. 

“I gave you this power! This is all you’ve ever wanted and yet you are not satisfied?” 

“I never wanted—” 

“LIAR!” 

The roaring of the doppelganger’s voice sounded like thunder shaking the earth. The tar pit morphed into a maelstrom, trying to drag Drakken down with violent waves. 

“The way to the top is paved with blood. You and I both knew that from the very start.” 

“That’s… That’s not what I—” 

“You pushed Shego to put her life at risk countless times, just to steal something you could’ve easily made yourself.” 

“But I—” 

“You were enjoying commanding her. She’s nothing but a powerful tool to you. Why else would you put a neuro-compliance chip on her? What else were you thinking of making her do?” 

“NO, I’D NEVER—!”  

“Never what, Drew?” his voice spat out his name like venom. “Must I remind you that you let a child drown? You just walked away as she was panicking, gasping for air in that freezing water. You don’t have any regard for others in the slightest, so what makes you think that you’re ‘holier than thou’?” 

Drakken felt his body becoming numb as the tar further condensed into a heavy emulsion, the power of the waves and the thickness of the ooze forcing his body to give up.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he sobbed with the last of his strength.

“You’re not sorry,” Ron finally spoke up. “You’re saying this because you hope that someone will somehow save you. But no one will, Drakken. You’ve got no one but yourself to blame.”    Drakken watched in horror as his doppelganger joined him in the pit, burying his finger-like claws against his face, forcing Drakken’s jaws open as he began pulling him deep underneath the surface of the suffocating darkness. His final sight was the apathetic face of the boy as he felt his last desperate breaths escape from his lungs...

Drakken's eyes shot open as he jolted upright, sucking in air against the choking sensation that still had him in its dark grasp. His eyes darted around as he took a moment to process his surroundings, noting familiarity.

The small moat was dimly glowing, illuminating the room just enough to remind him that he was in his bedroom. He felt the mattress shifting slightly as Shego turned and cuddled up to his arm, still fast asleep but thankfully…very much alive. 

A wave of relief washed over Drakken as he slowly lie back down. He lifted his still trembling hand and brought it to Shego’s head, brushing his fingers through her dark locks as he watched her sleep. He felt his breaths calm as reality began to supplant the horrors. A content sigh coming from the woman next to him gave him reassurance that the nightmare was finally over. For now.

•─────────────•°•❀•°•─────────────• I hope you liked my little angsty Dr Drakken fanfiction! Massive thanks to @bcbdrums for test reading and helping me with grammar, and spelling checking, and additional suggestions to flesh it out more! ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) This started out as an idea for a small comic to process and sort out my own nightmares (write it out of mind out so it's of sight am I right?). But then I noticed that it became a bit too big for a small comic as I added more and more things into it, oopsies. I also thought of adding parts from the show into it to keep it in universe. I honestly find the death trap in 'Hidden Talent' to be one of the most diabolical things in the show. Also a small fun note, I based Drakken's nightmare version on one of the unused concept designs for Drakken but I uh, slapped some hair on it :') I unfortunately don't have time to actually make this into a comic at this moment, so that's why I decided to just write it out and perhaps in the future I might adapt it!

#A huge musical inspiration for this was of course my beloved Silent Hill game soundtracks-- man that soundtrack just tugs on my heartstrings #especially Promise from Silent Hill 2 #kim possible #dr drakken #drakken #shego #drdrakken #kimpossible #drakgo #drakken x shego #dr. drakken #shegoxdrakken #ron stoppable #ronstoppable #fanfiction #drakgo fanfic #kim possible fanfic #kimpossible fanfic #violence #mentions of death #mentions of violence #angst

[thenearsightedmicroraptor]

Chapter 2: the School

Schools with no students always feel so strange. They did when he was a kid, they did when Mike's class had events after school in the lower grades, they do on the way to PTA meetings and they do now. Like he's trespassing. Like he's in a place he wasn't meant to see, behind the stage curtain, all props and no actors.

Another chapter of Don’t Cry is now public

#writing #writeblr #fanfiction #silent hill #silent hill fanfiction #don't cry #read my story. it absolutely rocks dont let it flop

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Masterlist

Started: 17/11/2023

Last updated: 18/4/2024

Detroit: Become Human:

Smut:

♡ Hank Anderson x reader:

Tight

Bioshock Infinite:

fluff:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Helping Fix Up His Wounds

Smut:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Loving Touch

Silent Hill/ Dead by Daylight:

Smut:

♡ Pyramid Head x reader:

Pyramid Head NSFW headcanons!

Appetite

Elden Ring:

Fluff:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

His Gentle Hands

Smut:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

Unblinking Eyes

Call of Duty:

Fluff:

♡ König x reader:

Sick

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

Keegan+fluff!

Move Date Night!

A Sweet Home

Coffee

T-shirt (Dbf!Keegan)

Safe Haven

Sleeping in your arms

Black and Pink

Mascara

Colonel

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader:

Short ficlet

Binder

Sex Repulsed!Simon x Ace!reader

Promises

Blooming Love

Head-Turner

Promises

Platonic:

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Nail polish

Smut:

♡ König x reader:

Care

Big Hands

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Care

Gentle Touch

Kisses (part 1)

Kisses (part 2)

Drunk dbf!Keegan

Jump

More

Double Smash

Pink Heart

Sweet Sounds

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley:

More

Indulgence

♡ Keegan P. Russ x Logan walker x reader:

The best mentor

Resident Evil 4 remake:

Fluff:

♡ Leon S. Kennedy:

Rest

Series:

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

A Moment of Joy (no order in the series):

Part 1

Part 2

OCs:

Ibtisam "Sam" Joud

-(heart divider by cafekitsune, other divider by saradika-graphics)!

#cod x reader #faust speaks #my writing #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ #cod könig #könig x reader #könig cod #hank anderson x reader #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #pyramid head x reader #silent hill x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #bioshock x reader #bioshock infinite fanfiction #booker dewitt x reader #elden ring fanfic #elden ring x reader #white mask varre x reader #white faced varre x reader #white mask varre #white faced varre #call of duty x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader

[kitsunesfandomtime]

AFO in Silent Hill

Inspired by, @peanut0w0 AU

Alternate Universe: Silent Hill is real and AFO gets sucked into it.

Characters: All for One, Mentioned Yoichi

Summary: After All for One gets a letter from his brother who has been dead for several years he seeks him out. In that strange town they had only been too once before Yoichi finally allowed his illness to take him. Though with a man as many sins as his, he's about to enter his own personal hell.

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“I’m here for you Hisashi. I’m real…” Hisashi wonders if this truly was as real as he claims in this quiet hell of a town.

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All For One, the most vicious man in the world. A symbol of evil who inflicted fear into the hearts of many. A legend, the boogieman of the very world itself. He prided himself in no one ever knowing his identity or his past.

Which is what making this situation even more baffling to him. Following the trail to a very specific town, Silent Hill, known for being quint but nothing else. Yet this is where the letter has led him back to the United States. Even if it seemed seemed the rest of the journey was on foot.

“What kind of game are you playing Yoichi,” he mutters more to himself in the car. Opening the glove compartment to pull out the letter. The one that had led him to this peculiar town in search for the brother that has been gone for so long. Which is why he was alone, no one can see this but him as his eyes scans the letter.

Long ago you took me to this town that seemed to linger in my dreams, Silent Hill. You said it wasn’t anything special just a passing by town in the middle of your grandeur trip. To me though there was something more and I asked if we would ever return. You said you would when you could.

You never did. But I’m there now in that town waiting for you to come to complete that little promise. Waiting for you at a ‘special place’, big brother, don’t forget.

It felt like some twisted joke. That trip had been so long ago, just something between them in his attempt to take their mind off things. He had half a mind to burn the letter as must be some prank. To abandon it and continue with his life.

As Yoichi had long since died to his very illness so many years ago.

“So why am I here looking for him?” Hisashi speaks only bitterly as he wasn’t All for One at this moment. This was Hisashi, the man behind the monster still seeking something despite the insanity.

“And what special place. Since when was he so cryptic? There were tons of places he seemed to enjoy in that small town from the park to the streets, and the hotel excited at how nice everything was,” he speaks like this is some annoyance. Though it doesn’t stop him despite the fact he should know better he still leaves his car parked. Looking off into the forest in the direction of that town.

It was like a siren song calling to him that he can’t ignore. Beckoning him toward the unknown that had once only been a blip in their life. Moving to the stone wall rails on the side of the road he stares toward that town.

“Maybe he was always alive and only chose now to contact me…” his voice trails as he grabs a map feeling something heavy on his mind that he tries to ignore. The hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end as the air itself seems to ice over.

As he walks toward that town. Able to feel something inside him seeming to urge him on despite himself. A longing he ignored for sanity sake.

“I hope he’s still waiting for me.”

#yoly's fanfics #all for one mha #yoichi shigaraki #all for one bnha #yoly's writing #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #Silent Hill AU AFO & Yoichi

[gritsgigabits]

Pyramid Head x fem!reader

This was supposed to be a oneshot but turned into a multi-chapter fic quicker than I can say slasher fucker. So, here's part one of a PH x reader series that will hopefully evolve into a nice NSFW fic

Part 1: Welcome to Silent Hill

It began as a dream like any other.

A dreamscape made mysterious by the fog which seemed to envelope the entire world surrounding her, obscuring whatever could have been lurking beyond the borders of the limited visible radius around her.

Enshrouding whatever could have been inching towards her, unnoticed, had the dream been a nightmare.

The air was cold againt her skin and she shivered, the low temperature enticing goosebumps onto her skin. She brought her arms to her chest in a vain effort to hold onto the warmth that emanated from her.

The cold air on her skin felt all too real to be a dream.

But it has to be, she thought, I can’t really be here.

Wherever here was.

Wandering in an incidental direction brought her to stand before a row of storefronts. As she looked further along the front side of the building in either direction, the brick construction was swallowed by the all-encompassing fog.

Reluctantly uncrossing her arms, she brought a tentative hand to graze at the bricks in the wall.

Her fingertips was met by rough stone, partially crumbled with age.

Letting up some of her caution, she pressed her entire palm against the coarse material and pushed.

The wall didn’t give like walls sometimes did in dreams; it felt as real as her old stone school building, the one against which she had so often pressed her small hands during recess games a lifetime ago.

Had it even been the same lifetime as this?

She walked along the building, her shoes shouffling through dry, gray grass here and tapping against concrete tiles there. The ground was littered with debris: small stones that would bury themselves without mercy within the soles of her feet, an occasional rusty nail awaiting some soft, pliable material to invade.

She was glad to wearing shoes in this dream. If only the dreamcasters had granted her with a jacket, as well.

Her upper body was covered with naught but a long tee-shirt, so pure white that, had the sun forced itself through the fog, she would have outshined it with ease.

Although, she didn’t know if the sun was currently up. The street she was occupying was neither dark nor light, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night. Instead of the familiar darkness of night or the comforting brighness of day, the air bathed her a dull tone of gray.

She deemed it must have been early morning or late afternoon. Not that any of it mattered in a dream.

Focusing now on determining the air and weather – because with what else need she occupy herself in the grips of such a serene dream – the noticed that it was snowing ever so gently.

No.

The flakes that fell around her were lustress in their murky colour. They met her skin with feather-light touches, just as snow did on cold winter mornings. When she rubbed one of them against her skin to see if it would melt, however, unlike snow it spread and tarnished her skin.

Ash.

The garment that provided her with little protection against the cold would not remain pure white for long. If she stayed outside, she would soon begin to blend into her lacklustre surroundings.

The thought displeased her, to vanish into the monotonous dreamscape. A desire to preserve the purity of her attire sparked in her chest – a desire that felt burning in its intensity, a desiree she did not question.

It was like that in dreams, oftentimes. They rarely carried logic within them.

A moment before the falling ash had caught her attention, she had passed a doorway into what appeared to have been a hardware store. She hadn’t walked far from it, but the fog had already consumed the entrance.

She retraced her steps along the side of the building until the door, covered in pale green peeling paint, became visible once more. She hastened her pace upon seeing it, glad to soon be getting out of the street.

She had almost reached the door when the air began to feel different. It had previously been in the doldrums, silent and calm.

Now it appeared to prickle her skin in a near-imperceptible manner, as if carrying the faintest whisper of an electric charge.

The serenity of the dreamscape began to peel away, similarly to the once-vibrant paint on the door in front of her.

She sensed something moving in the fog, something that had been following her but had now caught up with her because she had walked in the direction from which she had come.

Fear washed over her, crushed her from the inside, forcing her breathing to become shallow and her muscles to tense. She comtemplated whether to proceed to try the door or to retreat and run in the opposite direction.

She chose the former.

Her hands both engulfed the doorknob, grabbing at it fervently, but despite her aggressive ministering, the door did not budge.

Locked.

She let out a high-pitched wail in frustration and gave the door a sound kick to emphasise her chagrin. A few flakes of paint joined the falling ash as a result of the impact.

The door didn’t budge.

Whatever was approaching her through the fog was now close enough that she could hear its footsteps, disturbing in their irregularity, as if whoever the legs supported had been severely injured. Or mutilated.

The dream was twisting itself into a nightmare, after all.

She knew she should have been running already, her sound mind even in the grips of a nightmare compelling her to run, but the fear cemented her feet to the ground.

She stared wildly and wide-eyed into the nothingness in front of her, her breathing but short gasps for air.

Then she saw it.

A vague figure amongst the fog at first, yet growing more distinct with each lurching step. Its build resembled that of a human man, but she knew that no human exhibited a deep, dark gash on their thorax.

At least no human she had encountered.

She stared at it in gaping horror, still clutching onto the doorknob, the one on the door which denied her access to the safety of the brick building.

Oh, how I resent this door.

At that ludicrous thought, a shrill laugh escaped her lips, and the deranged sound allowed her to regain her senses. She released her grip on the door almost as violently as she had grabbed it, turned away from the creature limping toward her, and nearly lost her footing charging in the direction she was originally headed.

She did not need to run far to realise that running through the fog was not going to be an adequate solution. The air, made stale with the ever-falling ash, began to irritate her throat and lungs as soon as she began inhaling deep. The poor range of vision provided a challenge of its own, as running through the murky streets made her disoriented.

She began to sense more creatures around her, could see glimpses of them in her peripheral vision.

She did not turn her head to ascertain they were there. Instead, she kept running.

She fell once over a concrete roadblock. She scraped her knees on the asphalt, and felt the impact shoot through her as she tried to ease her landing with her hands. She sat on the ground for a few seconds, watching with amazement as blood began to seep out from her left knee.

Actual blood, she thought.

And pain.

Perhaps she was not dreaming after all.

#pyramid head x reader #pyramid head silent hill #silent hill 2 #pyramid head fanfic #slashers x reader #slasher fanfiction