Monstrous Manipulators

monstrous manipulators

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

Super Villain Boyfriend: Maestro Swan

A former hero must give up retirement to save their little sister who is being held by their former arch nemesis.

Nonbinary(AFAB) Reader x Male Monster

When you were a kid, you joined a group of others around your age. It was part of a hero program in the works, before Hepheastus founded the Academy, and it was a rough time to say the least. You all had special abilities that you used on missions, and yours passed down for generations, allowed you to create moveable channels with electric currents. You mastered a way of slipping into phone lines, television frequencies, and internet streams, but it took a lot of effort. You were known as Plug-In.

Now you’re known for your small cake-making business. Ages ago you wanted to be a superhero, but over time you grew resentful of your work. You went through so many dangerous experiences, and saw your friends get hurt. On top of that, you eventually discovered the program was essentially a cost-cutting measure for a now-defunct insurance business.

Recently, your little sister Tabitha has shown interest in the superhero business. She has the family power, and can use phone and internet channeling powers in a way you never could. She’s been attending Hephaestus Academy while working at your bakery over the weekends. She’s been on a supervised mission for the last couple of weeks, and while you’re worried, you know she’s in good hands - or so you believe, until you’re called to the school for an emergency meeting.

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That wild card with monty.. I wouldn't mind a 3some smut w/ roxanne💓 👀

oh anon. you have no idea what you’ve done.

this took 4 and a half hours i’m dead

i was wrong about competition, THIS IS MY MAGNUM OPUS

i can die happy HDNDNNSBDBDHDBDB

ANIMALISTIC

MONTY X F!MECHANIC!READER X ROXY

NSFW, MINORS DNI, EXTREME PRIMAL PLAY, THREESOMES, TEASING/MOCKING, FEAR PLAY, DADDY AND MOMMY KINK, SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, IMPACT AND PAIN PLAY, BONDAGE, SPREADER BARS, SENSORY DEPRIVATION, MARKING, TEMPERATURE PLAY, EDGING

This had been coming for a long while.

This night between the three of you.

It started with jokes. Both Rockstars teasing you about your sexual preferences, begging you to tell them about your most frequent fantasies during games of truth or dare and long nights.

Then came the lingering touches; the friendly pats on the back from Monty trailing a little too low to be considered platonic, the hugs from Roxy squeezing just a little too tight around your chest.

You would feel their eyes on you as you walked by, catch snippets of whispers that involved your name, accidentally spot shared hungry glances that flashed between the two of them when you wore something low cut or touched them in certain spots.

You were expecting something.

Just not… this.

At 12:05 that same day, Roxanne had walked up to you as you fixed one of her carts, and if anything to come was nearly as exciting as that encounter, then you were going to have quite the experience.

As per usual, you see her before you hear her.

“Hey gorgeous.” Her gears whir as she sinks down into a squat neck to your seated form. You turn to face her, cheeks turning up in a smile.

“Hey Rockstar. Anything you need from me?” Her golden eyes scan you up and down, once, then twice, before making unbreaking eye contact with you.

“Actually, yes, but I’ll get to that in a second.” Confusion races through you as you try to possibly guess what the woman in front of you is about to say.

Inching closer to you, eyes dropping to your chest in your uniform before gazing back into your very being, Roxy tilts her head.

“Monty and I want to play a game.”

That was exactly 11 hours and 55 minute ago. You nervously glanced back down at your ratty old plastic watch, seeing the seconds count down until the game would start.

The rules were kept to 10 terms.

1. The game would begin in Chica’s maze at exactly 12:00am.

2. You would be given a 10 minute head start.

3. Your objective was to find your way through the maze without being caught. If you managed that feat, then you would win.

4. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, you would lose.

5. Winning guaranteed you not only a bonus (which you had no idea how they got their claws on) but 2 favors from the wolf and gator each. Sexual favors.

6. If you lost, then they would get to do whatever they wanted to you.

7. You would be given another advantage, this one of a second chance. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, the first time they would let you go, but not without a “handicap.”

8. You would wear no metal, just to make sure Roxy wouldn’t be able to catch any glimpse of you through the walls.

9. You were to take 3 vacation days after the game, no matter the outcome.

10. You were to be naked.

You nervously shifted your weight from side to side, the floor ice cold on your bare feet. The whole attraction had been mopped clean just 2 hours prior, as per schedule. Part of you wondered if that was why this was happening tonight.

Once more, your mind went back to earlier, this time, during your lunch break.

“Monty, baby, what happens if I can’t find my way out and you guys can’t find me? Is that a stalemate?”

The 8 foot tall gator chuckles deeply, running his thumb over your hand.

“Oh, you poor, sweet thing.” He pauses, swallowing, before looking at you from over his glasses.

“That’s never gonna happen.”

You have one minute before you start.

Thoughts race through your head at the speed of light, causing your hands to clench and unclench.

What happens if they catch you that second time?

Do you even want to be caught?

And with that, your dingy watch beeps. Up ahead on the wall, a 10 minute timer begins counting down.

Fuck.

Never in your life have you been both so horny and so scared at the same time.

You should probably go into this with some kind of strategy, but you stumble over your own limbs, feet racing left, then right, then left again. You run through spirals and blindly dash through forks in pathways, not bothering to keep track of your steps. The only thing you can possibly think of is the image of Monty and Roxy waiting patiently for that big red clock to run out of time.

You’ve wasted five minutes when you finally run into a dead end.

It’s a miracle you haven’t hit one yet, really, but the closed off pink square you’re trapped in still hits your psych like a brick wall. Slowly, you push air in and out of your lungs, trying to bring some kind of sense back into your brain so you can not make a fool of yourself.

The last conversation uou had with both of them comes back to the front of your mind.

Both of the animatronics sit with you in a private corner, intently paying attention to every move you make and word you say.

“You remember the safeword, right?”

You nod. “Glamrock.”

They both break into toothy grins. “See you soon, baby.”

You finally calm down.

3 minutes to go.

Fingers tracing the cool metal of the wall, you retrace your way back to the crossroad you passed earlier, this time choosing the north path. You’ve come to another choice when the clock buzzes, Chica’s automated voice pouring out of the speakers.

“Time’s up!”

A part of you halfway expects to be immediately tackled to the ground, or for the heavens to open up and tell you that you’ve died from getting impaled on some kind of robot dick, but it doesn’t.

In fact, nothing happens.

A couple of seconds pass before you shake your head, choosing to keep following your path instead of going into a split section of the maze. Your feet pad quietly on the floor, the only sound besides your excited breaths.

From the very back of your mind, you hear a soft thud not created by your movement. Your breath hitches before you can stop yourself, and you rapidly turn to make sure a pair or two of glowing eyes isn’t staring you down.

Nothing.

Muscles considerably more tense, you continue your voyage down the pink and green neon halls, occasionally pausing to listen for sounds. There’s the occasional creak, but whether that’s from one of your predators or the establishment settling, you don’t know.

It’s then when you spot him.

Monty is standing about 30 feet away, back facing you. It’s a miracle you didn’t hear him. Some sane part of your mind is flattered that he is so determined to find you that he’s softening his steps. However, that part of your mind is certainly not in control, because you immediately let out a gasp of shock.

FUCK.

Time moves slow.

Your first instinct is to freeze, which will do you absolutely no good, so you follow your second impulse.

Run.

During your company training, you had to learn about how each animatronic was built. Monty is built large with a heavy center of gravity to be able to support his massive tail, which unfortunately means he’s very strong and fast when able to gain momentum. The upside for you (at least right now) is that it means he’s exactly like a real gator.

He can’t turn sharp corners.

At the same time you process all that information, Monty turns with a ferocious creak of his gears, smiling so wide you can see all of his teeth. His eyes glow red in the darkness, and for yet another time, you’re tempted to just hold still and wait.

But you don’t.

Turning your heel so sharply you know you’ll feel it later, you bolt down the hallway you just came from, and then the next, and the next, so quickly that you think your heart might explode out of your chest. You turn after turn, finally smacking flat against a metal wall, chest heaving.

You hear him the second before you see him, but that’s always how Monty has been.

Two green arms rip through the wall around you and pull you tight to the surface, one hand clasping around your mouth to muffle your scream of shock.

“Found you, babygirl.”

It takes him a fraction of a moment to scale the wall and leap over it, landing in front of your trembling form. Your cunt is pulsing as you cower in front of his hulking form, and your clit painfully twinges when you realize that he too is naked.

His eyes take you in, completely devouring nude body. “You’re even prettier than I imagined.”

Words fail to escape your mouth as he cocks his head. “Shame it’s only the first time.”

That’s right.

You gulp, knees cartoonishly knocking at you stare up at Monty. “What’s the handicap?”

He smiles again, tutting as he reaches into some unseen compartment. A single clawed finger pushes your chin up as he leans down towards your sweaty face.

“Roxy picked it out.”

It’s a silky black blindfold.

Fear and arousal, both potent as lightning races down your spine and into your pussy. Two contrasting thoughts form at the same time, hitting you like whiplash.

How the fuck am I gonna get out now?

They remembered.

Monty leans your head forward, wrapping the scarf around your eyes once, then another time before tying it in a secure knot. You are plunged into total darkness, sure as the midnight sky, and it’s only the sound of Monty’s gears and his warm breath that lets you know he’s right in your ear.

“I can’t fuckin wait to get inside that little cunt, but remember. If you take that blindfold off, I will personally make sure you have to use a wheelchair from how hard I spank you, and that’s before Roxanne gets done with you. Understood?”

You frantically nod. “Yes Daddy. Yes.”

Although you can’t see him, you know he’s smiling.

“Good fuckin girl.”

A pause.

“You have 60 seconds. Run.”

You listen.

This time, you follow your mind, not your fear. You have no safety net this time, and your major sense for making it out of here is knocked out of commission. Your hand traces along the grooves placed in the wall along with Braille for blind guests, and although you can’t make any sense of the words, the huge X’s carved into the walls make sure you don’t bash your head in.

Slowly but surely, your other senses dial up to 100. Perhaps it’s survival instinct, the sheer arousal pulsing through your veins, or a combination of the two, but you swear you can hear every creak of the compound, every knock and turn of the maze. If you focus hard enough, you can even hear Monty’s heavy body walk far away from you.

You sigh.

But you can’t hear Roxy.

Roxy isn’t built like Monty. She’s made out of light materials so she remains aerodynamic for races. Her tail is not only a fashion statement and for character, but to provide her stabilization for running and speed. She isn’t quite as strong as Monty, only capable of carrying 300 pounds instead of 900, but she’s the fastest animatronic on the planet.

Maybe that’s why you don’t ever hear her coming up to you. You can’t see. You can only feel the wind rushing in your ears before she throws you over her shoulder.

“You lose.”

Her icy metal is a jarring contrast to your hot skin as the air is knocked out of your lungs, your body going limp around her.

“MONTY!”

Monty’s heavy footsteps come tramping up, laughing in glee at your captured form. “Knew you would find ‘er, Rox.”

They both laugh, and you smile against her back. The game is over.

The realization comes floating through your mind as silently as a predator.

They get to do whatever they want with me.

You’re tossed onto a soft surface, a tiny oomf! escaping your lips. The laughter of your lovers has long since ceased, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

In a flash, your hands are tied above your head to some kind of post, bound so you’re flat on your back, now both blind and helpless to defend yourself.

“Who do you want, Mommy or Daddy?” Monty’s voice rings through your head and you tense at the words. You’re smart enough to know that context will NOT be provided.

“Mommy.”

Both a victorious laugh and a groan emanate from the darkness. “Good girl.”

5 seconds of total nothingness pass.

Ice cold fingers trace the outline of your tits, so cold that it’s almost painful. You gasp and your back arches, earning a condesending hum from Roxanne. “You like that, don’t you?”

Your agreement falls from your lips within seconds, inviting more of the temperature to coat your body. “Please, yes I do. I really do, Mommy, please keep doing it.

“Vocal, aren’t we?” A voice from behind your head pipes up. Monty is now somewhere seated in front of your blindfolded head, doing god knows what.

Roxy’s fingers finally drift to your nipples, causing you to twist in your bonds. “Fuck yeah she is. Look at her. She’s a mess and all I’ve done is play with her tits a little.”

The playful insult from Roxy goes ignored in favor of moaning when she pinches your left nipple hard enough to just break the skin. Everything is emerging from the darkness, and it’s a shock to your core when you feel her tongue lick up your stiff sore nipple to collect the small amount of blood.

You are prey.

Above you, Monty groans out. “Keep doing that, Rox.”

The light annoyance from Roxy almost makes you giggle. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do, swamp rat. Just keep jerking off and pray you don’t cum too quick unless you wanna embarrass yourself.”

So that’s what he’s doing.

Roxy’s tongue has ventured lower and lower, now licking long stripes down the valley of your breasts to the top of your cunt, mere millimeters away from your puffy clit. You cry out when she finally reaches there, legs snapping shut at sudden intense pleasure.

A large hand smacks you across the face, not enough to genuinely hurt, but enough to sting. “Don’t fucking move for your Mommy, ight?” You nod, and Monty grunts in approval. However, the woman at your pussy is not so easily appeased.

“Get the bar.”

Your legs are hooked up with two thick straps, a heavy pole pushing them so far apart you can feel the breeze of ac on your wet, sticky cunt. Roxy once more begins working on your clit, but this time, the full pressure of her tongue is unavoidable. The pleasure is so extreme and so unlike anything you have felt in your whole life. Her tongue pushes and laps at you, swallowing any amount of fluid that comes out, but just before you finally are pushed over the edge, she tugs away.

You cry out at the loss of sensation, once again fully in the dark. Your clit burns with need and it causes you to jerk around before two heavy hands firmly grab your hips and hold you still.

“Relax, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make you cum, and if he doesn’t, i’ll take care of you. Would you be good and suck Mommy’s pussy as well as she just did yours, hmm?” Something about her talking about herself in the third person has you babbling out agreements and makes you start begging to pleasure her.

“fcourse i’m gonna make her cum, you fuckin dog. Shut up and move so I can flip ’er over and get behind that ass.” Monty growls, to which Roxy laughs in response. She unclips the bar and you groan as your legs collapse flat against whatever you’re laying on. They switch positions, Roxy redoing the hand bindings so you’ll be more comfortable with your weight baring down on the tops of your calfs.

Two humongous smooth hands glide down your back to rest at the curve of your ass, landing a harsh slap on the cheek. Monty laughs as you yelp, pussy dripping in need. “I won’t make you wait much longer pretty girl, go ‘head and listen to Mommy.”

Your hair is tugged up so Roxanne can slide under where your mouth is. Swiftly, you’re lowered right above her pussy, just inches away from her hole. You’re practically drooling, thankful for the blindfold because if you could see what was under you, you’re worried you would cum untouched like a schoolgirl.

“Get started for me, sugar.”

Monty spreads you with two sharp fingers, pressing his way inside of you as you push yourself into Roxy’s cunt, moaning at the combined sensations. Both of them let out exclamations of pleasure as you clench down from the feeling of Roxy around you; your lips fervently sucking on her clit.

“Sh-she’s good at this, Monty.” The woman groans as her hands dig into your hair.

“Now it’s your turn not to cum in 3 seconds, dog.” Monty is now thrusting, groaning out as he inadvertently adds friction to Roxy’s clit. “Did you speak too soon?”

Monty leans over you, fucking you down lower to the ground. “Can I try somethin baby?”

You moan into the racer’s pussy, hoping that sounds something like a fuck yes.

Your eyes widen as you feel a warmed finger press around the tight rim of your asshole.

Holy shit.

He’s gonna finger your asshole while he fucks you.

You start sucking harder.

With every thrust, Monty’s finger gains more and more pressure, until the tip finally pushes through the barrier of muscle. You squeal as your eyes roll back, and Roxy’s claws scrape all the way up your shoulders in ecstasy. “Whatever you’re FUCKING doing Monty, keep doing it.”

He pushes his finger into the hilt of his knuckle. By now, you’re shaking so hard that the only things keeping you upright are two pairs of hands and a dick inside of you.

His finger curls downwards, pressing against the thin, sensitive wall between you and his ribbed dick. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“I’ve been on the edge for fucking eons now, please hurry up, Monty.”

You just moan wantonly.

With that, Roxy is shot over the edge, cumming with a raw howl of pleasure so intense you know you’re gonna use it as spank bank material for the next 20 years. As soon as she finishes, Monty’s hand tugs your hair so that his chest is flush with your back, dick still inside you, and bites your neck.

You finally, finally cum.

The blindfold might as well be useless at this point, because your vision goes completely white, all the muscles in your body contracting at once. Roxy’s hand presses up on your pelvis while Monty finishes, and the feeling sends you tumbling into a second orgasm (or perhaps just an extension of the first)

At last, the blindfold comes off.

You collapse on top of Roxy, both of you covered in Monty’s cum, and shake against her chest.

There’s only one thing you want to say.

“We have to do that again.”

scary movies (pt 2)

PART TWO IS FINALLY OUT AND DEDICATED TO MY BESTIEEEE BB YOU ALR KNOW THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

WARNINGS! breeding kink, mindless sex, somnophilia, degrading, break in, cock warming, mentions of multiple rounds, ghostface ofc, and my usual writing. 

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