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lyssak09 · 2 days

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Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial.

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing.

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere.

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time.

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you.

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it.

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack.

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share.

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him.

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them.

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close.

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were.

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom.

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking.

He had Trail of Torment.

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again.

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates.

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him.

Good Luck

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diejager · 2 months

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I HAVE ASCENDED!!!! FINALLY!!!!

#silent hill pyramid head #pyramid head #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head dbd #silent hill

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gojosprettyprincess · 2 months

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I CANNOT stop thinking about getting pounded by pyramid head against the wall, the only thing keeping you still against it so you don't fall is his big strong hand choking your neck soo tight that you could barely even breathe while your leg is wrapped around his hips and he's pistoling his fat veiny cock so deep inside of you with every single hard thrust, his tip kissing your cervix and exploring your tight walls with every rut of his hips against you, oh and it's big, it's long and so fucking thick it stretches your cunt so wide and open around him. He fucking ruins you and obliterates your poor little hole for anyone else that's gonna have you next so the only thing that your cunt would be useful and good for is his cock and his cock only, that's how much he stretches you and craves your hole, into a perfect match for his girth.

You're moaning and screaming but what's the point? It's not like anyone can hear you, you shouldn't never let your curiosity get the best of you because who knows? Maybe no one is ever gonna see you again because he's gonna keep you there with him and fuck you and use your (his) tight hole whenever he fucking wants and feels like it to please himself, your his little plaything now, his little cum dump to fuck and fill with his load over and over again.

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ozzgin · 7 months

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Pyramid Head x Reader

Featuring Pyramid Head and a reader with amnesia lost in Silent Hill. This is Pyramid Head as originally intended for Silent Hill 2, so expect a lot of game-based immersion. Warning: NSFW, dubious/non-consent, violence, gore

[Horror Masterlist]

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

You grunt and slap the wheel, hoping your defiant act of violence will somehow convince the car engine to start again. It remains quiet. You run a hand through your hair and sigh. The palm is mildly sticky with moisture and you realize you've been sweating a fair amount. No wonder, you're stuck in this shithole. You couldn't see a damn thing ahead with all this fog. The only discernible object was a rusty, run-down sign showing "Silent Hill". You've never heard the name before, but reading the letters and allowing the words to escape your lips has brought you an unexpected wave of panic. You quickly began hyperventilating and your arms involuntarily twitched and twisted, pulling the wheel of the car along with them and causing the car to swerve into a street barrier. And now it refuses to turn back on. Fantastic.

You hesitantly grab the door handle. After a deep breath in, you open the door and step out. Given the car crashed sideways, you can no longer tell which way is back and which way is forward. You can only see the first few inches of the barrier in both directions, but everything else vanishes under the thick clouds of mist. You rub your temples, becoming increasingly upset with yourself. What were you even doing, driving all the way to-

Wait. Where were you going in the first place? You recall leaving from...home? But where is that supposed to be? No, don't do this. Not now. You walk back to the car and open the glove compartment, angrily pulling out a thick stack of documents and spreading them out onto the chair. You scan over them, growing more impatient. You don't recognize anything. The names and words and addresses don't hold any meaning. You glance up to the rear-view mirror in an attempt to detect some trail of blood seeping from your scalp, as a concussion might explain your sudden memory loss, but your appearance is fresh. Almost as if you didn't just crash your car in a strange place in utter confusion.

You check your phone. Even if you can't remember, there has to be someone in your contacts that will come to your aid. The screen glitches briefly when you unlock it and the menu is empty. No contacts, no messages, no apps. No matter, emergency will do. You type in the digits and lift the phone to your head, but quickly remove it when loud static assaults your eardrums. Why is nothing working properly? You're tempted to just slam the junk into the pavement, but find enough composure to stuff it back in the pocket for now.

All that's left to do now is to find another human. You begin walking. The road has to lead somewhere, that's for certain. And soon enough the barrier is replaced with a different kind of fencing that you use as guidance. It seems to be a small bridge. Just a few steps further and you discover the first signs of modern, populated world: a bus stop. Behind the waiting bench is a brief map of the area and you trace the plaque with your fingers, mumbling the path to yourself. "Now let's see...This is Nathan Avenue...Rosewater Park ahead...Ah, the Silent Hill Fire Station should be very close."

You can't wait to be done with this mess. They'll call for a tow truck and get you out of here. You almost sprint to the next block, expectantly. In fact, you can already spot someone right outside the building.

"Thank God! Listen, my car broke down before the bridge. My stupid phone is also...huh."

Just as you mention it, the same static as previously erupts from the speaker. You're startled and fumble for your phone. You're about to apologize to the person in front of you, but upon lifting your gaze you instantly stop in your tracks.

'Person' is a strong word for it. It resembles one, or maybe it was one long ago. What's crawling towards you, however, is not how you'd define it. The arms are melted into the torso, mimicking a straight jacket of skin. The bony, crooked legs are dragging themselves in an unnatural, unnerving way. The creature has no face, save for a gaping hole, a bizarre cavity deforming what should be a head. Your mouth grimaces with disgust, followed by fear. Terror. You have the choice of returning to your damaged car, or attempting to find actual help deeper into the town. You run ahead, praying that someone's out there. The dissonant sound of a siren can be heard, diffused into the persistent fog.

By the time you reach the next building, you're gasping for air. You didn't expect to run this far. You went all the way around Toluca lake, avoiding the side streets. The center was swarming with those abominations. Each turn and each corner would eventually reveal its revolting murmur, that pathetic shuffle of disfigured limbs. Thankfully they're not fast, nor smart. A little distance and they lose their interest to pursue you. You fall against the brick wall of this small house and read the poster. "Silent Hill Historical Society". Doesn't look too promising, but it's surprisingly devoid of any monstrous being. At this point you'd be more grateful for emptiness. It's safer.

You tiptoe your way in, wary of potential attackers. There's a faint buzz echoing from afar, but other than that no immediate danger. You examine the lobby and notice the paintings and old photos hanging from the decaying wallpaper. It smells slightly rotten. One of the art pieces catches your attention and you stop in front of it. "Misty Day, Remains of Judgement".

The abstract character depicted on canvas reminds you of an executioner. The more you stare, the clearer you can feel some kind of guilt knotting inside your stomach. Your shoulders are heavy and you're overwhelmed by the same anxiety of a child about to be punished. Awaiting the belt. The calloused hand of an unforgiving father. Your throat is dry.

Your musings are interrupted by the static that - as you've since learned - warns you of approaching creatures. The rooms are cramped and the walls are narrow and you dislike the idea of calculating your escape within this claustrophobic maze, but it's preferable to being dead. You jog along slithering paths, unsure of where they lead. The threatening turbulence of your phone goes up and down, like a sine wave, with each turn into uncharted territory. In your frantic efforts to flee you don't see the large hole blocking your way, or at least not fast enough. By the time you figure out the outlines of this pitch black well, you're flooded with the light sensation of gravitational force, stretching and compressing your innards as you fall. Is this how you end?

It's not so easy.

As soon as you open your eyes, a burning pain metastasizes through the head, digging deep into your brain. You grab onto your scalp and press your fingers over the skin, hoping for a small relief. In your debilitating migraine you don't hear the agitated flutter of limbs. They're minuscule, but so many. Thousands of sclerotized joints frothing around your limp form. You lift yourself off the rusted ground and yelp voiceless at the sight. Cockroaches. The pile of vermin lets out a deafening, high pitched screech with every movement. You drag your elbows in an attempt to get away, but the creepers almost ignore your existence. They seem to be running away from something, retreating in masses.

You don't have to wait long in order to witness their source of fear. Heavy footsteps, muffled by the grating friction of metal against metal. A corroded stench invades your lungs and you cough. Whatever is coming has instilled the utmost dread in your very bones. You want to get up and run, until your legs give up and your body collapses of exhaustion, but your limbs are petrified in panic. Your chest constricts and throbs, as if your heart is trashing to escape this prison condemned to unknown doom.

Finally, the fiend comes into view. A tall, large man wearing a leather apron layered with grime and encrusted blood. His skin is scarred and discolored, and a bulky, dense pyramid structure rests on his broad shoulders, concealing his face. He seems to be dragging along a great knife of sorts, although on closer inspection it looks like a halved pair of oversized scissors. The edge is dulled and has splattered visceral leftovers mattifying its surface. You remember the painting you've seen upstairs. Is this what it is? Your Retribution?

You lower yourself until your forehead touches the rusty floor. Like an animal awaiting to receive the final blow from its hunter, like a prisoner resigning to his fate under the guillotine. If only matters could be dealt with so simply! Your neck is clawed into a tight hold by the large gloved hand and you're crudely pulled back up so that you can properly face your Punisher. There's a vague grunt coming from underneath his bizarre helmet.

He carries you to the nearest wall and slams you against it. The great knife drops to the floor with a loud crash, and the other hand, now freed, begins to search your lower clothing. You can feel the seams of the garments tear and snap with no resistance. You want to vocalize a protest, but your throat is crushed under the forceful pressure of his clasp. At best, you can exhale in what sounds like a whispered wail. His apron is nonchalantly flipped to the side and your thigh lifted over his forearm, so that his hand can adjust itself securely under your bottom for support.

Abruptly, a prickling ache crosses your entire body as if you've just been split in two. Tears automatically begin forming in the corner of your eyes and spill down your cheeks and over the pyramid that's now pressing tightly against your quivering form. It's too big and you want to push away, but with each renewed plunge you grow weaker. The small tears and rips that blossom around your abused intimacy turn into bleeding wounds. You want to sleep.

A creature of pure instinct, serving as a reminder of human perversions and immoral desires. Travesty, corruption, sin. And what about it? Before you know it, a small moan escapes your dried lips. You throw your arms around your captor's shoulders. The sharp edges of the helmet scratch your skin, waking you back into consciousness. Your lower muscles start to relax around the massive member and allow for a smoother glide in and out. The numbness is gradually replaced by pleasant sensations. The throbbing reverberates inside your abdomen and your other leg wraps around the creature's hips, asking for more contact. Once your compliance is confirmed, the hand pinning you by the neck wanders to other parts of your body in starved desperation. Your voice returns and more lewd whines roll out one after another. If only you had a mirror so you could look at yourself in this moment. What shameless expressions are you wearing on your face? You're clinging to your violator in feverish depravity. And in return, the creature responds to your cravings with increased intensity. He seems to resonate with your wishes and stiffens his hold on you with newfound obsession. His thrusts become almost feral, with a certain possessiveness to it.

As you're about to reach your peaks, your mind once again travels to the painting. You wonder if you'd be hung and framed just like the prisoners behind their executioner. Pleasure mixed with guilt.

What sin is eroding your entrails?

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morwap · 8 months

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I just ask for some Pyramid head smut. That man makes me SO weak 🙏🙏🙏

dbd setting!! he has like a tentacle tongue thing???

he stretched you out, no matter how many times you two did this you never got used to it. he was so big in every sense of the word, you didn’t know how it fit at first and at this point you just stopped wondering.

you tried to open your legs wider for him, the growls came from him seemed to be pleased with you trying to help.

the cold from the desks he had pushed together gave you goosebumps. your fingers circled around your clit as your cunt struggled around his cock.

you closed your eyes for a second, you felt his cold tongue lick up your thigh as he thrusted into you. you opened your else and he let out a purr, glad he caught your attention.

the executioner’s tongue licked at your clit once you moved your fingers for a moment then he licked up your body.

his gloved hands pushed your legs to your chest as he got rough, making the desks shake and his knife that he rested against a few desks beside you.

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l0sercat · 3 months

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How would the killers react if the survivor!reader was a huge fan of their movies/films before they got taken in the fog (mostly aimed to Ghostface, Micheal Myers, Freddy Krueger, Pyramid head

Y/n just like me fr

Killers react to you being a huge fan

Ghostface

Awww a little fan, hm? How adorable. Of course you can take photos with him! He eats the attention up and is constantly with you 24/7

Let let's you bathe him in compliments and praise. While he asks questions of what he is like in these movies.

Depending on how you play it he might let you have a little one on one time with him;)

Pyramid Head

Unbothered King. Totally doesn't give a shit. I do not believe that the canon version of him would care but, if we are taking about the fanon version then his heart may skip a beat and he would be flattered

There truly isn't much to say for him :/

Freddy Krueger

He smirks and flirts with you to get a reaction. Loves to get you flustered.

He will never kill his #1 fan unless you askbeg nicely. He will always pop up at the survivor camp. He can't get passed the border, but will call you over. He wants you to praise him again;)

Micheal Myers

Que head tilt

Your interesting. He doesn't feel the urge to stab you at that moment. Yes he wants to drive his knife into your shoulder and watch the life bleed from your eyes. But he can spare a moment to listen and hear your little rant.

After your done he will choke the life out of you and then stalk you inside maps and at the survivor camp

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kalico-of-doom · 4 months

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Danny just wanted to know if PH could eat food and now he just has more questions.

A quick little sketch of my favorite killer couple being their weird little selves

#dbd fanart #dbd #ghostface #pyramid head #dbd ghostface #dbd pyramid head #ghostface x pyramid head #SilentKill #my art #doom’s doodles

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ris667 · 2 months

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#dbd fanart #dbd killer #dbd art #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #pyramid head art #artists on tumblr #my art #artwork #artist #digital art #art #dead by daylight #silent hill #sh

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koisuko · 1 month

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Imagine:

A ruthless killer shows mercy. (For my best friend❣️)

Tw: blood, pain, chase, gn reader, use of “you”

Could it get any fucking worse?

This was the 4th time in a row that the entity had chosen you as a victim of the trials. The 4th goddamn time. And for the 4th time, you had shocked yourself in the wires of the generator. A quick jolt shot through the bone of your finger, causing you to flinch and gasp, more in surprise than in pain. You sighed, wiping the sweat from your brow. You weren't a mechanic before all this shit started, yet somehow you knew how to get these things running with little thought or recollection of learning prior. As soon as you knelt down by the still and cold hunk of metal, it was like working on autopilot. Several clicks and huffs before the machine began pumping in succession, whirring to life with one last pull of a lever. The light above ignited, illuminating the once dark and eerie area, signaling one step closer to an escape.

You rose to your feet, dusting the dirt from your ruined jeans. Odd, it was unusually quiet, and the peace was becoming unsettling. It couldn’t have been someone like Ghost Face or Myers, you would have felt the hairs on your neck bristle by this point. Yet if it was someone like the Huntress, you’d hear her hums from miles away. So, why was it so..silent?

You didn’t run, instead creeping with featherlight steps towards the next generator. You could see the top of the light peeking over a wooden wall, but you were too scared to bolt for it. Better to play it safe, incase it really was a stealth killer, and the lack of sleep dulling your ability to sense their eyes on you.

After a few careful steps, you made it to the wall, peeking around to reveal the generator. This was the last one, the last barrier between you, and the gate to freedom. You could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through you at the sight of it. You sighed in relief, taking one step towards it before crying out in pain. Your leg had caught in several strands of bloody barbed wire, your foot sinking and squelching in a bulging red substance. You began to panic, struggling against the hold the barbed wire had on your calf. The more you struggled, the tighter it felt, the sharp tips digging deeper into your skin.

You could hear it now, the loud orchestra of a thundering heartbeat, the sound deafening you from every direction. The only sound breaking through, was the heavy breathing approaching rapidly, and the grinding metallic echo of a massive knife. You winced and wreathed, the wire drawing blood. You watched as it trickled down, joining the bubbling red liquid beneath you.

Run, you screamed into your head. Finally, you managed to free yourself from the coils keeping you in place. Thump, your heart was hammering against your ribcage. Thump, the rhythm matching the stomps of your feet against the dirt, your legs carrying you away from the killer. Thump thump, every time you think you’ve gained distance, he’s quick to close it with each stride. You could see him picking up speed, this chase was nothing to him. You were a goner, with no where to hide and no where to run. And you were right to think so. One second you were running as fast as you could, and the next you were face first in the dirt, your body colliding harshly with the cold ground. You had been too busy looking behind you to notice the trail of torment drawn in your path. You pay the price now, tangled in the stinging barbs of your mistake.

He approached, slowly. You could hear his growls and breaths echoing off the walls of his chamber like head. With each step closer, each inch towards death, your heart deafened you with terror. You had no choice, no way to fight back. So you accepted it, closing your eyes to await the burning sensation of a fatal slash. To your surprise, it never came.

It had become silent once again, even his growls had calmed to an extent. Your eyes fluttered open, being met with his towering figure gazing down on you. He didn’t speak, or make a move, just simply watched. It was unsettling, terrifying even, to see him stand so still. If only you could read minds, was he going to kill you? What did he want? A scream had broken you from your thoughts, sounding from somewhere behind you. On instinct, you craned your neck to look in the direction you heard it, hoping to see a teammate coming to your rescue, only to see nothing in particular. With a heavy huff, you turned back to meet empty space where the executioner once stood. You stared off to where you presumed he had gone, a perplexed look in your eyes at the mercy shown from a killer.

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vithoma · 3 months

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

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synthhorror · 2 years

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Shit posting for filler

#silent hill #dead by daylight #dbd #pyramid head #heather mason #cheryl mason #dbd pyramid head #shit post #horror #horror games #robbie the rabbit

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diejager · 9 months

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Hi babes can u write for my daddy Pyramid head where he discover that y/n LOVESSSS her clit being rubbed

Pairing : Pyramid Head x fem!reader

Cw: overstimulation, smut, fingerfucking, mention of belly bulge, of creampie, of p in v, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 535

“Fu-fuck, wait!”

For someone as big and strong as him, Pyramid Head is a gentle and careful lover. He gives much more than he takes, but he had a penchant for stubbornness, pushing you over the limit, where you’d cry out from overstimulation. Your body jolting with ever rub of his thumb, the callous pad of his finger drawing circles over your sensitive clit. Your button was red and puffy, erect and twitching from his constant touch. It peered over its hood, pushed back from your arousal and his finger.

“Pyra! Please-,” you begged, pushing his wrist futilely with your trembling hands. “No more- I can’t!”

His chest rumbled lowly, vibrations wracking your body with flinching twitches, pawing at his hand and shoulder. You shook and whined, feeling a thick finger push into your soaked entrance, the girthy digit equaling to two of yours. They moved skillfully, thrusting into your gummy walls and curling upwards, slamming into your front wall roughly. His thumb kept it’s pace, fast and rough, alike his finger inside of you.

Your face burned, the slick sounds of your arousal were filthy, loud, dirty squelch when he shoved a second finger in, scissoring your tight cunt. His fingers spread you open, slick drizzling down your spasming rim and onto his clothed thighs that held your legs open, trapped around his slim waist and unable to close when you became too sensitive.

“Please- I can’t!”

He growled, slamming his fingers - a third joined the firsts, hitting deeper than anyone could - until you arched against his chest, breasts meeting his hardened chest, his rough clothes making your breath hitch. He wanted more, one last before he would fuck you, the hungry anticipation of having his long and big cock inside your tight, little snatch made you mewl.

You knew you were guilty of asking for more, wanting to have your nub stimulated a while longer, you loved the pleasure a single conglomeration of nerves did to your body, but he took it upon himself to have you melt under him. Wrenching orgasm after orgasm from you while you cried, he wouldn’t stop until he felt like he’d taken enough, until he’s had his fill of your wanton moans.

You clawed down his forearms, toes curling and ankles locking behind his back as your cunt closed around his digits, swallowing them deeper in desperation to come. You keened, body rising to the edge and tipping over it, hips bucking into his thrusting hand. He kept his pace, fingerfucking you through your orgasm and thumbing your quivering nerve, pressing his thumb over it. You whined, legs shaking as you rode off your high, curling into Pyramid Head in hope he would stop.

He cooed praisingly, growl a soft tone after your last high, squirting more slick over him, covering his abdomen with your tangy cum (he would’ve loved to drink every drop, ramming his tongue into you, but his need to breed you overcame his want to eat you out like you were his last meal.). Your body fell limp, body exhausted from the countless times he made you come. Your eyes were still rolled to the back of your head and your limbs and cunt jerking, mind hazed into drooling from your mouth. Even as he pulled his pants down, cock bobbing up and slapping wetly against his toned abdomen, slit leaking precum like a fountain, you couldn’t move, fatigue rendering your horny body immovable.

At the sight of his cock, you couldn’t help wanting it inside you, making your stomach bulge from the sheer size of it before he filled you with his cum.

#pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader smut #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head smut #pyramid head #dbd smut #dbd x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd pyramid head #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight

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hypertanaa · 5 months

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honestly i don't blame danny. Me too

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varvbarb · 6 months

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Added Hag to the Family

#dbd fanart #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanart #tatoo #tattoo design #dbd nurse #dbd wraith #dbd hag #dbd art #dbd pyramid head #dbd spirit #dbd huntress

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smilessssss · 11 months

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𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔶𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 ℌ/ℭ𝔰

Tw: Somewhat religious themes, mentions of abuse, and unhealthy relationships.

⋆♱✮♱⋆ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ⋆♱✮♱⋆

Never once in your life would you see yourself here. A place that was practically Hell.

Pyramid head never seen something like you, someone so innocent, soft, and so so fragile.

He saw you as glass, the most rarest and beautiful glass. Made of china or what not. That even something barely grazes you, you would crack.

He didn’t want that to happen to you or at least not done by him.

He sheltered you somewhere, a place that would be very hard to get into. He wouldn’t let anyone take his pretty angel.

He saw you as an Angel. Something that could do no harm, or have any sin.

He was the punisher for sin so he wouldn’t be wrong about you.

Hates it when you show any fear towards him. Or when you try to get out of restraints. Oh yeah I forgot to mention.

Doesn’t want you leaving him, so he bound your hands to a pole in the room. If he catches you trying to escape him. He won’t hesitate to punish you.

His punishments are nothing to laugh about. It mostly sometimes leaves you completely unable to move your body. Or have that cold feeling leave. Bruises paint your body nicely (to him)

Would do anything for you (besides letting you be free) he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anything or anyone that harmed you or tried to take you away from him.

Finds pieces of food for you to eat or anything that is edible to eat.

When he’s feeling affectionate he’ll sit you on his lap and hold you with his strong arms. Sitting is the same silence as before.

Lives in this delusional world that you both crave each other, and you’re just not realizing it. Of course a relationship would take time, he just wishes it would be faster.

Wouldn’t let anyone take his sweet Angel. He’d clip your wings to keep you down here with him.

#slashers x reader #slashers #dbd x reader #dbd #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #yandere pyramid head x reader #yandere pyramid head #Silent hill 2 #Silent hill

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Hello hi! Thanks again for doing my request and thanks for clearing a lot of things up for me! I actually feel a lot less nervous now so thank you!

Speaking of requests i was wondering if you could do a request for some killers(literally anyone- yes i do have favorites but i like them all), more specifically the really tall killers, with a survivor and/or s/o (hell it can even just be platonic friendship!) that takes a look at tall people and just sees them as a "threat" so to "assert dominance" they just start climbing the killer(s).

Nothing can stop them once they've got their eye on a climbing target and i mean nothing. I like to imagine that once they reach the "top" of the killer they just decided to perch on the killers shoulder.

Tbh this could be either platonic or romantic i just like the idea of climbing the really tall killers for fun and riding on their shoulders. As you can probably tell i like to climb tall people. Im not short, most of my friends are just taller than me so i just start climbing them sometimes.

Hopefully this isn't confusing or already done and i really like your writing/formatting, it's really pleasing to read. Thank you again! Have a good day!

Omg ty for the compliment! I'm so glad you like my format. I actually was a bit insecure about it lol.

Killers react to survivor climbing them

Michael Myers

He felt something on him so he slowly moved his head down an saw you on his leg

He stared at you with a hard gaze

You slowly climb up his tall frame and he grabbed the back of your clothing and tried to pry you off

But you clung onto him with an liton grip

He pulled harder and you came off with a grumpy look in your face

He tilted his head and you spring yourself back onto him and rested on his shoulders

He processed what happened and continues to not care unless you disturb what he does

Pyramid head

He sensed your presence and saw you stalk towards him

He made a grunting sound when you wrapped around his leg

He froze and planted his knife into the ground and watched your movements

When you got to his shoulders and landed on them and held onto hi helmet he relaxed a little

He was confused but continued on with his duties

But when it came time to punish the damned he picked you up by the scruff and set you down somewhere safe so you wouldn't get hurt

Oni

He felt his leg get heavier and he sighed

You pulled this bullshit before but failed because he flung you by accident

He shook his head at your stupidity

He let you but he didn't know why you would do such a thing

When you got into his shoulders and cheered he gave a little grin

He would let this pass for now

He walked around his house and outside for a while before he made you get off

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