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sukuna-darling · 1 year

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Pʏʀᴀᴍɪᴅ Hᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴘᴜssʏᴊᴏʙ

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, monster fucking, size difference - Pyramid head is 7 feet tall, some face fucking, pyramid head has a praise kink, pussy job/grinding, he likes showing off his strength, dacryphilia, some choking

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Slowly gliding your hand along Pyramid’s veiny cock. Which flexes, jerking upwards in your hand. As his abs clench and his legs tremble.

Licking the thick bitter pre-cum dripping from his head. You ask, “Do you want more?” To your delight, his neglected cock and balls are highly sensitive to the smallest licks and gentlest kisses. Which meant that he got overwhelmed easily.

The exciting thrill of having some control over the large, muscular monster despite kneeling between his massive thighs. Which is thicker than your head and tense, perfect to grind your soft pussy on.

Cupping your head, his large, thick fingers covering your skull. The tips of fingers pressing against your neck. Whilst his thumb is on your forehead.

Guiding your head closer to his cock. Whilst he grabs his cock, rubbing his cock head along your lips, smearing his pre-cum. Mute by choice or not, you don't know, so his actions are the only thing you had to read into.

Opening your mouth whilst he nudges his cock past your lips. His grasp on your head tightens whilst he shoves himself into your throat. Which tightens around him, making him moan loudly.

The sound echoed inside his large, bloodstained helmet. Whilst he holds your head down. Your eyes burn whilst your throat squeezes him, and the hot, wet warmth wraps around half of his cock.

Pushing on his hard abs is akin to shoving a wall. Digging your nails, dragging them down, leaving behind the only marks he would willfully allow someone to make on his body.

Relaxing your body and resigning yourself to no air. Cupping Pyramid’s large balls. Even with both hands, hang off the sides of your palm. You’re only able to hold and massage one of his balls in one hand.

Lifting your head up whilst you hollow your cheeks. Sharply taking in a deep breath through your nose. Before moaning around him as he pushes your head down.

Pyramid head lifts you off his cock which passes your lips with a loud pop. You are softly panting whilst he stares down at you. As if he can see you through the mask.

Tear trickle down your cheeks, and he pushes your head back down. Shoving his thick head against your hips whilst letting out a whimper when you don’t open your mouth fast enough.

Grabbing his wrist whilst he stops pushing your head forward. Letting you say, “You’re always doing all the work looking after me. Let me take care of you for your first time going all the way. It’s my way of saying thank you.” He shivers and his breath hitches.

Pyramid drops his hand from your head. Whilst you moan, “I’m so proud of you, you’re so big and strong, looking so handsome and scary when you keep me safe.” Standing up and reaching up to drag your finger along the right edge of his helmet.

You tell him, “We’ve been doing a lot of mouth stuff to get you used to having your heavy cock taken care of. So tonight we are going to do something a little different. But first, how about a kiss?” Pulling your hand back as the helmet peels back in the corner.

Closing your eyes d parting your lips for Pyramid’s hot long black tongue. Pressing your thighs together, trapping his cock between. With him pressed against your pussy.

Pyramid head grabs your hips the moment you drag your pussy along his veiny length. Rubbing your clit whilst smearing whilst your soft lips wrap around him.

Standing up quickly, lifting you off the ground. Whilst his grasp on your hips tightens. He mimics the grinding of your hips. Dragging your clit along his cock.

Looking down to see his fat head slipping out from between your legs. Which hangs for a moment before he grabs his cock. Since he only needs one hand to hold your body in the air.

Nudging your clit with his cock, he slowly thrusts his hips forward. Whilst you moan, "Your cock looks so good against my pussy. Hmm Pyra!" Dig your nails into his flexing biceps. Which you’re sure he is doing just to show off. Since he lifts you with ease all the time, he decides you’re done exploring the dangerous streets.

Taking his tongue out of your mouth. Pulling it back under his helmet, which closes. Whilst you whine,

“I don’t want you to stop! But I want to be the one to spoil you.” He rolls his hips and you moan whilst biting down on his chest.

Your back hits the wall as he pulls you away from him. Pinning you to the wall by your throat. His large palm is the size of your neck. So he splays his fingers out and digs his fingertips into the wall, making small holes.

Biting your lip as you admire the red bite mark on his pale chest. Smiling and moaning, “If this is what your want, I can’t tell you no.” Grabbing your legs and holding them up, showing your pussy to Pyramid Head in a mating press.

He grabs his cock to line himself up with the hole he sees between your slit. Trying to push himself past as you whine, “You can have that soon enough. Be patient handsome. Your cock is big enough to rip me apart if we aren’t careful. As much as I want you to break my pussy, I want to do this again with you soon.” He growls and ruts his hips. As he presses down on your throat, he growls,

“My pussy.” His metal helmet presses against the wall above you. Whilst his thick tits are closer to your face. So close yet not enough for you to bite.

#pyramid head #pyramid head smut #pyramid head x reader #silent hill #pyramid head silent hill #silent hill pyramid head #silent hill x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader

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dailyfigures · 1 year

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Pyramid Head ; Silent Hill ☆ Gecco

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dilophosauridae455 · 11 months

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I redrew it.

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yomi-yori · 7 months

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silly stickers with iconic buds ^w^ they are drawn for sale especially for team where i work!

#digital art #digital fanart #silent hill #silent hill 2 #silent hill 3 #silent hill the room #robbie the rabbit #silent hill nurse #twin victim #memory of alessa #pyramid head #silent hill pyramid head #silent hill monsters #silent hill fanart #game fanart #fanart #stickers #sticker sheet #sticker pack

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garbagegrave · 1 year

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✨️💅💅💅demonias guy💅💅💅✨️

#dbd killer #dbd #silent hill pyramid head #silent hill #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #dbd executioner #executioner

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great-keykeeper · 1 year

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No explanation needed

#pyramid head #silent hill pyramid head #silent hill #dbd pyramid head #dead by daylight

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diejager · 17 days

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OMG FINALLY!! *muach muach* oh my actually I'm a bit nervous and excited now lolol. Uhm—well since your request is open can I have Pyra head and Michael Myers (separately) chasing survivor!reader in trial but they just ignore the other survivors, solely chasing reader till the end of game. Something dark and lustful lingers around those two killers and you just don't know why! By the end of the game, the other survivors manage to escape to the campfire safely, however reader got stuck alone with the killer. When they finally catch you, oh shall you know all your hopes may shatter to pieces. You think this is the end, in the hands of ruthless killer chosen by Entity. But why their face (in pyra head's case it's his helmet) getting closer to your face and what make it's more confusing something comes out of that mask (i.e. a long tendril similar to tongue). Breath kink but instead of hand choking or strangulation, you choked on their tongue 👅

Feel free to ignore this if you still don't open req for dbd fandom

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You are feeding me ambrosia with this sunnie!!! I have a weak spot for both of them, but-but- the Unknown??? Any thoughts????

Cw: DARKFIC?(it’s dbd, what do you expect??), DUB-CON/NON-CON, predator/prey, implied death, obsessive behaviour, choking?, super long tongue??, size kink/difference, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k

You were… unlucky. The Entity seemed to rejoiced in your pain more than any other survivor, feeding on your dashed hope for an escape from the perpetual cycle death and sacrifice, the painful sting on being slashed, the horrifying fate of being killed by the killer’s weapon of choice or the terrifying agony of being hooked. It was a painful affair, being the subject of her perverse protection, locked away in her universe to feed and be fed, blood for blood —quid pro quo.

But at times, your moments in her dark world was warm and charming like the people who gathered at the campfire, sharing their skills and abilities to keep the others alive throughout the…trials. The small moments stolen within the fog to keep yourself up and going, and happy, little smiles and bubbly laughs. It made trials easier, to know that the people who were screaming and working had your back in and out of them, to know what they would do made working in teams better and reassuring.

And yet- and yet it was all for nought, the killer had eyes for you only, stalking and following you with his arm raised despite the others coming between you two to stop him from maiming you. Unfortunately, The Shape - Micheal Myers - in all his ghostly glory and dirty suit, was a creature of obsession, of predatory possession that gave him a one track mind, tunnelling the person who he chose as his obsession; and you happened to be his choice of madness these last round, even when Laurie was with you.

There were some pros and cons with his constant stalking, the quiet steps echoing not so far behind you while they worked on the generators, unbothered and safe fro Myers, but you were stuck kitting him, running away from him by jumping over windows and dropping palettes wherever you could stun him to give you just a few more seconds of distance. He grew so, so close on multiple occasions, you felt his breath and his dark and imposing figure behind you, but he never once struck you down with his big knife.

It wasn’t so bad as long as he didn’t hit you, letting you run around and avoid the other three until they finished all five generators and opened the gates, the bell ringing loudly over your head, and even then, he ignored everyone for you. He, somehow, managed to corner you, to far from both gates and your teammates who you - in a desperate plea for a win - had yelled out to leave and let you find the hatch or run to a gate if things got didn’t worsen. Which had left you alone, ears ringing and head beating against your cage, cornered and afraid of the giant who stared you down with a red gleam in the dark pits of his eyes.

Every step he took backed you up further against the rugged wall of a house - his childhood home - and pressed himself against you, the rough texture of his suit irritating your skin as he dropped the knife to touch you, running over his course fingers down your shoulders. Myers was scarily touchy, pads digging into the fat of your hips, groaning and grunting as he ground against you, drinking in your whimpers and hisses, fists hitting his chest without any result. Was it so surprising? He was a monster, a devil’s spawn, who had you in hands, a uselessly struggling victim that was too weak to stop him.

His game of cat and mouse came to an end, where you forgot what you were initially doing, choking around his thick fingers, the filthy taste hitting you harshly as his jabs. He pressed his fingers down the back of your throat, panting loudly at your gags and rutting his fattening cock on your navel. You shuddered at the feel of it, the thick bulge threatening to pop a button off his jumpsuit, and you feared, you were terrified at your wandering thoughts, the implication of it when faced with a beast like Myers.

Ding

Then the final call rang, a long and echoing sound that called the end of the trial. It was quiet for a few seconds, and all you felt was pain, agony ripping through you as The Entity swallowed you up with her many arms. The last thing you saw was Myers bulge, pushed to your bloodied lips and filling your dying nose with a thick and heady musk, a metallic and dusty smell that would linger on your tongue.

You had hoped that she would give you a second, let you bask in the worry and affection the other survivors gave you, her whispers summoning you elsewhere in a drowning cloud of black fog and sent into your next match, placed somewhere in Midwich Elementary School. The many winding halls and rusted metal worked to confuse the survivors and killers alike, leaving only a selected few who were familiar with this realm. You crossed path with James a few times, but you knew he wouldn’t have given an offering for this, it was a sore memory for him, a reminder of his sins and regrets. So that left a single open left: Pyramid Head, the wandering executioner in the halls of Midwich, sentient and brutal in his ways.

He was a monster everyone feared, something created from the mind of a tortured man rather than a human turned monster, he was born a nightmare and would perish as one. That’s why you hid whenever you heard the telltale sound of his rusted great sword drag across the floor, knowing he had chosen you as his obsession and was actively turning a blind eye to the other survivors. You heard a few screams here and there, but he hadn’t downed anyone, seemingly to prefer leaving them half dead and limping to the next generator or survivor to heal.

You were doing well, working with Jane on the third machine, smiling to each other and sending encouraging glances while you looked over your shoulders from time to time, but your luck had run out. Pyramid Head stumbled your way, his head bobbing over the thick cords of his shoulders and chest, sinewy muscles bulging with every move. You both ran, Jane up the stairs and you down the hall, and he followed you. It was a familiar feeling, being the chased obsession of a killer, singled out by him to be the victim of his choosing.

Unfortunately, The Executioner never truly relished in the hunt, prowling fast and hard, ready to kill whoever he crossed, yet, strangely, he hadn’t raised his great sword, chasing you down a hall and into a dead end. You were fucked. Oh so terribly fucked if your assumptions were right. You turned to face Pyramid Head, fearfully glaring at him, eyes scouring the open space around him for a small point to slip away. You felt your small star of hope extinguish when he suddenly appeared before you, moving faster than he usually would, blocking your way with his body.

He was hard and warm under your palms, his laboured breathing resting on your shoulder in his dazed wandering, his ripped and bloody and filthy arms brushing against yours and feeling you up. You closed your eyes in terror, trying your best to snuff out your thoughts and the feeling of his touches, his fingers pinching and kneading the skin of your hips and thighs, slipping behind to occasionally feel your ass bend under his strong hands. You whimpered, raking your nails down his arms, trying and failing to stop him from going forward with his wants, turning your head away from him.

It seemed like he didn’t like that, forcing a gasp out of you when a wet appendage lapped at your cheek, leaving a slimy trail of drool until you reacted to him, gaping and hissing at him; and he took your shock and disgust to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You retched, throat closing around his tongue, thrusting slowly to the back of your throat and up to spread over your palate. He lathered your mouth in his drool, willing your smaller and less nimble tongue to push at him, choking down any cries or gags from the sheer disgust that filled your guts (despite the small spike of arousal in your guts).

You wanted to scream about your situation, this fucked up situation you keep finding yourself with monsters like The Shape and The Executioner. Why you? Why you out of everyone else? You weren’t as significant or strong and determined as other survivors, so it confused and worried you, if they would force themselves onto you again and again until they either broke you or moved onto another poor survivor. But perhaps- just perhaps you could make something of it, seeing the thick pole that poked at your stomach, poking from under his loose loincloth and wetting it with a dark spot at the tip.

You loathed The Entity and her plans.

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imtooscaredforthis · 10 months

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Dancing w/Killers HCS

(w female reader)

In honor of the Masquerade event, I decided to post this ☺️ w some of my favs..Enjoy!!

Legions Frank A.K.A Frank Morrison

“What are you wearing?” He asked the moment he saw you, that familiar teasing grin on his face. “Shut up, okay? The stupid Entity put us in all these dumb fancy clothes for some stupid celebration.”

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it.” He replied, putting his hands up in surrender. You frowned. “But you made that face like you always do when you’re making fun of me. It’s annoying.”

“I’m not going to make fun of you, I swear.” He moved his finger over his chest, crossing his heart. “I mean, the dress does look…nice.”

You glowered are him, smacking his chest. “What? I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“Just shut up.” You took his hand, moving one around your waist, and the other into your own. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing, duh. I can’t just wear nice clothes and not do anything in them.”

He doesn’t get it at first, accidentally stepping on your toes a few times and stumbling. You laugh at him a bit, pissing him off, but manage to help him. After a while, he’s not horrible. He watches as you away with him, thinking you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He’ll never admit it, but he’s never been more at peace, especially when you lean in and kiss him gently.

The Knight A.K.A Tarhos Kovács

You weren’t sure why he liked you, when he so easily spread bloodshed against the others. He was quiet, always quiet, but you could tell he enjoyed your company, and you enjoyed his. All you knew was that you reminded him of someone from his past.

When he saw you in the masquerade clothing, he dropped to one knee, removing his helmet. He pressed took your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to yours, making you get flushed. “You look beautiful, my love. May we dance?”

“Oh- uhm sure.” He never seemed like the type to dance, but you let him take your hand, and away with you softly. “I’m surprised you would do this.”

You admitted. “The royalty of my land would always host big parties and dance like this, bathing in their greed and riches but also expressing their love.”

You gazed at his handsome scarred face, giving him a small smile. To your surprise, he smiled back.

The Executioner A.K.A Pyramid Head

He let out a noise of approval the moment he saw you. He leaned over and cupped your cheek, caressing it softly. Pretty.

“You like it? It was a gift, from The Entity.” You told him. He let out something akin to a purr in response. His hands trailed down to the glittery dress you were wearing, playing with the fabric softly.

You stepped to your tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to the edge of his head. “Would you like to dance with me?”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Here, let me show you.” You took the lead, moving his hands over your body, and swaying with him. He picked you up, unexpectedly, swaying you faster. “Woah, woah, gentle.”

Oh, that’s right. Gentle. He moved slower with you this time, finding the rhythm and movements. He seemed to enjoy it very much, and you did too.

#dead by deadlight #dbd #dbd killer #dbd x reader #killer x reader #legion frank #dbd legion #legion dbd #frank legion #frank morrison x reader #killer headcanons #dbd headcanons #legion dead by daylight #the knight #knight dbd #pyramid head #dbd pyramid head #silent hill pyramid head

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hiraethhh-h · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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