IDK BRO IT WAS LITERALLY 4 AM WHEN I DID THIS
Also, this is basically my first comic on digital so its kinda sloppy and rushed (totally not bc im a lazy ass)
ANYWAY- what if Verity didn´t know he wasn´t the only entity mod and he meets the knocker; who is ready to eat a bread after brutally killing player and uh bro´s kinda mad nd jalous cuz who is this and why did he do that... and then player appears
Contains: Regular World AU, Stalking Mentions, Unaware Voyeurism, Dubcon. Masturbation, Some Dom/Sub, Humiliation (if you squint), Cock Warming, Free Use, Somno, PiV, Oral, Vaginal Fingering, Mask Kink, Dry Humping, Glove Kink, Choking Mention, Edging, Hand Jobs, Restraints, Dacryphilia, Overstim, Size Diff, Scent Kink, Slight Breeding Kink, Just The Tip, Nipple Stim, Body Worship, Roleplay, Sex Tapes, Primal Play, CNC, Mating Press, Headlock, Full Nelson. 🕊️🪦
Event: Halloween! 🎃
Summary: Smut HC's of my man since there's only like 5 fics of him?!?
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༊*·˚ Before getting together, he'd absolutely jerk off while watching you through your window. Usually only when you're changing or also pleasuring yourself. He just can't help himself! He'd last a pathetically short amount of time too, especially if you were also masturbating. It'd only be a few minutes at most before he's spilling in his hand and fighting back moans. His eyes nearly rolling back as he plants his other hand on the side of your house, gloved fingers pressing hard into the wood, trying so hard to not give himself away.
༊*·˚ He's still a little pervert voyeur even when you're dating. You can't lie though, you love it. There's nothing sexier than the sight of him on his knees, stroking his cock while he stares at you rubbing your clit with a vibrator. Or maybe fucking yourself with a dildo that's bigger or thicker than him, making him feel even more pathetic.
It's 10 times hotter when his arms are tied behind his back too. Watching his cock twitch and throb while he breathes heavily, his wide dark eyes giving you a look that says "please touch me or let me touch myself, I'm dying here."
༊*·˚ He loves being inside you as much as possible. He dreamt about it for months and months when he was watching you, and now that he actually gets to feel your warm slick cunt squeezing around him, he wants to feel it as much as possible. If you work from home or just spend a lot of time on your computer, he begs you to sit on his cock while you're at your desk. He always regrets offering though when you spend the afternoon purposely clenching around him, just to get him riled up and deny sex until you're done working.
But sometimes he just can't wait. There's been more than a couple times where he's gripped your hips and started pounding up into you without warning, burying his face into your neck and groaning. If he feels especially needy, he bites and sucks on the skin of your shoulders and neck, leaving a plethora of teeth marks and purple bruises.
༊*·˚ The Knocker loves free use too, going both ways of course. He lives for when you randomly come up to him as he's relaxing on the couch, just to push him on his back and climb atop his face, using his mouth to get yourself off.
He takes full advantage of free use too. It's not uncommon at all for him to come up behind you and bend you over whatever surface is in front of you. Sometimes he fucks you for his own pleasure, sometimes he fingers you and plays with your tits until you gush around his fingers.
༊*·˚ Somno goes hand-in-hand with free use. If you're okay with it, he'd love to fold you in half while you sleep and cum inside you till he passes out. Maybe he'd choose to pull your top up and fuck your tits too, making you wake up to cum on your face and sore nipples from being pinched and rubbed.
He loves it most when you use him while he sleeps though. He has the best orgasms of his life when he wakes up to you bouncing on his morning wood, not caring about anything but your own pleasure.
༊*·˚ When it comes to just regular sessions between you, I think he likes it a little rough. He fucks hard and fast, his tip threatening to hit your cervix with every thrust of his long cock. He has an inhuman stamina too, he could go multiple rounds back to back, not stopping till you're 100 percent satisfied.
༊*·˚ Speaking of being rough, I think he can accidentally get carried away when you give him head. He's a bit of a head pusher without realizing it, he just gets so needy and overwhelmed with pleasure, he ends up gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail before thrusting into your mouth. He immediately stops when he hears you gag, looking down at you with guilty eyes. (You just giggle and give him the go-ahead to continue though.)
༊*·˚ It's not exactly a kink of his, but he also finds it hot when you're wearing lip gloss while you suck him off. He likes seeing the evidence of your act in the form of a pink sticky ring of gloss around the base of his cock.
༊*·˚ The Knocker is a total munch. A real eater. He could spend hours between your legs, licking and sucking your sensitive clit, slipping his tongue in your hole, getting almost dizzy from how fucking turned on he is from your moans and gasps. On occasion he'll slip two gloved fingers inside, angling himself to hit your g-spot each time he enters.
༊*·˚ If you like him, you probably have a mask kink. And he is more than happy to fulfill your fantasies. Want him to keep his usual one on? That's perfect. Want him to dress up as your favorite masked character? Sure, who do you want. Ghostface? Vigilante? Frontman? König? Just say it and he'll do it.
This goes well with roleplay, which I'll touch more on later.
༊*·˚ Dry humping isn't his biggest kink, but he does quite enjoy it with you. It gives him a major ego boost and hard-on watching you desperately grind on his bulge like a bitch in heat, too worked up to even get naked. His eyes stay glued to where your clothed pussy meets his crotch, feeling himself twitch in his pants, just aching to stuff you full. But seeing you enjoy yourself like this? He can wait a little while longer to fuck your brains out.
༊*·˚ He also noticed you really liked his black leather gloves. So of course he had to incorporate them into sex more often. He'll slap and grip your ass with them on; play with your tits; finger you and make you lick them clean; and of course, wrap those nice strong hands around your throat while he fucks you into the mattress.
༊*·˚ Now let's get to more of his kinks.
༊*·˚ Edging. This one goes both ways, though he hates to admit he loves when you tease him like that.
His favorite way to be edged is when receiving a blow job. You'll have his cock shoved down your throat, practically fucking your own face on it, and then when you feel it throbbing in your mouth, you pull away. It leaves him almost gasping for air when he feels the sudden loss of contact. He looks down at you like "what the hell?", but you don't say anything.
Instead you take his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it while you lick and suck his balls, peering up at him through your lashes. He whines and bucks his hips into your hand, whispering please under his breathe. You don't comply though, not until he begs a few more times at least.
And he thought that'd be the end of that for tonight. But when you do it again next time he's close? He knows he's in for a long ride.
But don't worry, he definitely gets his payback every time.
༊*·˚ When it comes to you, he pairs edging with restraints and crying. He LOVES cuffing your hands to the headboard and fucking you till you sob.
He'd be balls deep with your legs wrapped around his hips, hitting your sweet spot with nearly every thrust. One hand holding a vibrator to your clit, the other hand rubbing circles on your nipple.
The three sensations combined has you like putty in his hands, you're hardly fighting back on the restraints anymore. You're just too fucked out to be a brat right now.
Besides the constant moans and whimpers pouring from your mouth, he can feel that you're about to cum. With all the tight squeezing around his cock, and the juices dripping from your pussy.
That's when he decides to stop. Suddenly, and all together. The sudden loss of friction has you whining, pouting up at him.
"What... why'd you stop?"
He doesn't respond. Instead, he just tilts his head to the side, looking down at you through his mask. You can tell by the look in his eyes he's smiling. Jerk.
You groaned, kicking your legs at him and pulling at your handcuffs. "Ugh... pleaseee keep going. Pleaseee."
He huffed out a quiet laugh as you kept pleading with him. But, he eventually gave in. That's not to say he let you finish though, he gave you the exact treatment you'd given him. Only he didn't let you cum until those pretty tears starting staining your cheeks.
༊*·˚ Overstimulation is another way he gets you to cry tears of pleasure. It mostly happens when he's eating you out. He'll have you going round after round after round, cumming on his face the entire night until you genuinely can't hold back the sobs.
༊*·˚ Your size difference is something The Knocker really gets off on as well. He's much taller and stronger than you, and he uses it to his advantage. He often shows off his strength in bed by holding you down, picking you up, or putting you in whatever position he chooses.
One of your favorite moments was the time he pinned you up the bedroom wall, legs over his shoulders as you ate you out.
༊*·˚ Scent. He's been obsessed with you since the moment he began stalking you met you, and that includes being obsessed with every part of you. Sometimes just smelling your natural scent mixed with that lovely perfume you use is enough to get him going.
He also finds himself drawn to your used clothes when you aren't around and he's missing you. If he's horny, he's finding the freshest pair of panties in the laundry basket and sniffing them while he jerks off to your pictures. Maybe he wraps the panties around his cock too.
If he's not in the mood though, he just finds a t-shirt and dresses your pillow in it to cuddle, double the scent of you. :)
༊*·˚ Now, he doesn't actually want to get you pregnant (he wants you all to himself), but he's obsessed with the idea of breeding you. He's just so turned on by the thought of permanently claiming you, tying you to him forever.
So most of the time you fuck, he's doing it raw and giving you a creampie. Whole time picturing how perfect you'd look carrying his offspring, how thick you'd get from the extra weight gain. Sometimes it gets him feeling a little dizzy, and starts to wonder if he should ask you to get off birth control.
༊*·˚ Similar to edging, he loves making you beg for him by teasing you. His favorite way to do this is to get you all hot n bothered, just to only put the tip in.
But first he'd slide his cock up and down your folds, his fat tip bumping against your clit each time he moves up. You gasp and push your hips up slightly each time too, hoping he gets the hint to just fuck you already.
Of course he knows what you want, he just wants to hear you pout and beg for it. When you do get an attitude and go "Ughh, pleasee just fuck me already!" He just hums in response, sliding only his tip into your cunt and fucking you with that.
He probably strokes his cock too just to get you even more horny. And it works, he has you pathetically begging to be used before he actually stuffs his whole dick in you.
༊*·˚ Not a kink, but Knocker is definitely a tits guy. No matter the size or shape, he's loves giving them a lot of attention. Sometimes he'll sneak up behind you so he can snake his arms up your shirt and play with your tits. (You can literally feel his boner growing against your ass when he does this.)
If you're fucking in missionary, best believe he'll always have one nipple in his mouth, and one in his hands.
Tit fucking is a big love of his too, like I said previously, he thinks it's hottest to do it while you're sleeping.
༊*·˚ Body worship! It doesn't happen often, since he's usually more rough and fast. But on nights where he takes his time, he really takes his time. He's kissing and caressing every inch of your body as he slowly undresses you, whispering praises in his low gravely voice. He spends quite a long time on foreplay. Starting with kisses on your neck, then moving down to your tits, finally making his way to your pussy. But before he goes down on you, he always bites and kisses the inside of your thighs.
And only after he's made you cum on his face a few times will he finally fuck you. Only this time he's slow and deep, not rushing or being too rough this time. (Though you'll still end up with bruised hips from how tight his hands were gripping you.)
༊*·˚ Sex tapes! You don't do them often, but he loves it when you let him. He only really uses them when you're away for more than a day, but he still has plenty saved.
༊*·˚ He likes roleplay, it's fun. But he loves it when it's paired with CNC or primal play. Some of his favorite scenarios are...
Pretending to be an intruder who fucks you while you sleep and records it for blackmail.
Dressing as Ghostface, who chases his victim through the house before finally catching her in the basement. But instead of killing, he takes advantage of her before snapping a polaroid pic of the aftermath.
Suiting up as your favorite COD character, hunting you down in the woods and fucking you from behind on the ground, and again against a tree.
༊*·˚ Now onto his fav positions...
༊*·˚ Mating press. It allows him to be as deep as possible, and let's him have full access to your tits.
༊*·˚ He likes the headlock and full nelson for the same reasons: he gets to show off his strength, and these positions keep you pinned against him. No running away for you! 🤭
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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻 Please have fun tonight but also be safe! I love you all!
"What's one more mod going to do? Destroy me?" part 1
Lenny, August, The Knocker, Verity x gn!reader
Synopsis: Tired of always being tormented by The Knocker, August, and Lenny's deteriorating mood, you installed a new mod called Verity, hoping it would help you. Instead, you got another obsessed creature. Well, at least he helps fight off August and Knocker.
Tags: Obsession, The Knocker being an asshole, abductions, Lenny is sweet but also lowkey dumb, protective Verity, reader can't die in here, Verity is sweet but possessive, reader is basically inside of Minecraft, uses of [name], injuries, violence
Notes: Instead of this being one whole story, I've separated it into 2-3 parts! This is so I don't get burnt out trying to write one massive fic
A sigh of frustration left you as you respawned on your bed, eye twitching in annoyance. August had ambushed you when you least expected, and slit your neck, killing you instantly. Well, at least you had keep inventory on. After dying so many times within the first 3 days, you had turned it on.
While you could have easily uninstalled the three, a part of you had grown attached to them. You were never alone, and you certainly couldn't get rid of Lenny - even though he was rather… well, weird, but oddly sentimental.
Knocker, well, he was an asshole, but something about him caught your eye, just like August had, just like Lenny. All three of them captivated you. But you were at your limit with their shenanigans, you needed someone to help - someone to bring balance to this headache you created.
So, you installed a new mod called "Verity", a helper that could assist you with day to day things and keep you company. Maybe that would help with your situation, right?
Closing the UI for the menu, you watched as not even 5 seconds later, a box spawned at your feet. You blinked in surprise, eyes widening a little. You were expecting the AI to spawn immediately, not for a box to come.
"Hello? Anyone there?" A voice sounded from the box. "Can someone let me out? Helloooo?" You tilted your head, and slowly, you crouched down, pressing your hand against the box. The moment you touched it, the box suddenly lifted into the air.
"What the…" You muttered, eyes locked on as the top opened up before it imploded in a puff of smoke, and what looked like a yellow ball falling from the puff. You reacted quickly, catching the ball in both hands before he could hit the ground.
He looked up at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting you to have caught him - no one ever did. It felt…nice, not to have fallen on the ground for once.
"Hello, I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" Verity greeted with a warm, welcoming smile, his black eyes gleaming with interest as he took you in.
Your world was certainly different - he could feel different entities in here, watching him with either interest or jealousy. If he had his human form, he'd puff his chest in pride.
"Hello, Verity," you greeted with a warm smile of your own. "You're definitely going to be a great deal of help in this world." Slowly, you stood back up to your full height, looking down at his cute form.
"Since you know everything… where's the best place to farm bones and bone meal?" You asked him with a tilt of your head. Subconsciously, Verity followed suit. Bone meal? Usually players would immediately ask for diamonds, or even where netherite was. Yet instead, you wanted bones.
"There's an excellent location to build a skeleton farm just 400 blocks away from here! Coordinates are 400, 89, and-" He could not even finish his sentence when your hands suddenly disappeared, nothing to catch him as he landed on the soft grass.
He bounced once, then twice with a grunt, a frown forming on his lips. What on Earth made you do that? Just as he opened his mouth to talk, he heard you yell. Not in fear or anger, but pure annoyance.
"Lenny! Put me down, you spider!" You yelled, tossed over the shoulder of a tall, lean figure, spider fuzz all over it's body. His eight eyes glared at Verity, mandibles twitching in pure, unrelenting jealousy.
"Mhineee," he hissed, and turned on his heel to disappear. A massive cloud of black smoke erupted from where he stood. "Wait!" Verity yelled, eyebrows furrowing. He could feel his anger boiling - damn it, it looked like he had competition…
Verity contemplated on locating you and taking you from that creature, Lenny, as you called him, angry you were already taken away from him. He was just about to teleport himself over to wherever he took you when you appeared right in front of him.
You brushed the dirt and soot off your clothes, eyebrows furrowed. "Ugh, sorry, Verity," you apologized. "I didn't expect Lenny to get so angry that quickly." You gently picked him up from the ground, brushing the grass off of his form.
"It's alright, no harm done!" He reassured you, but internally he was seething. "I'm assuming he's the one the bone meal is for?" He asked as you began to walk through the grassy plains.
You gave a nod of your head, a sigh leaving your lips. "Yeah, I keep running out of poppies to give him… I'm trying to keep his mood up, but it's like every hour it drops back to the negatives." With your free hand, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "And I can't keep having him breaking my doors down when he's angry..."
Verity furrowed his eyebrows at this. You were certainly in an interesting situation, one he never thought he'd encounter. Not only did you have more than 1 horror mod installed, you potentially had 2 obsessed beings. He knew he was obsessed with players, his handlers, but knowing he potentially had competition? It stirred his emotions up.
"Well, in that case, I'll do my best to help you!" He spoke enthusiastically, pleased to know that despite these mods recking havoc, you'd need him. Knowing that he was needed made him smile a little wider.
After a few more minutes of walking, you stopped in your tracks. Your house still seemed intact - the planks weren't burn, the logs were not disturbed, no cobwebs, and no hooded figure lurking around. It was almost as if Knocker decided not to mess with you. But you knew him all too well.
You pulled your sword from your inventory and made your way towards the door, angling the sword to attack anyone who tried to ambush you. Verity watched with curiosity, eyebrows furrowing just slightly with fascination. It seemed you already were accustomed to ambushes, that's good to know.
Slowly pushing the door open, you looked around for any signs of him, any signs of them, but you found nothing. Everything was spotless. "Huh... Guess they decided not to mess with me today," you commented aloud, making your way towards the chest by the furnaces.
You placed Verity down on top of one and put your sword back into its slot. "They always ambush you?" He asked, tilting his little body just a little like a curious puppy. You gave a nod of your head, crouching down to open up your chest. "Yeah, especially Knocker... He always likes ambushing me when I least expect it."
You pushed open the lip of the chest, and froze, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. Your stack of bread, it was already gone. You made that this morning! "Ugh! Knocker! You stupid fat ass, I just made that stack of bread!" You yelled out to the air, yanking your sword out once again.
Just like clockwork, you turned around and swung your sword, watching as the diamond blade came in contact with an axe. The Knocker stood before you, his signature smile plastered on his face, black ooze dripping from his lips. "Looks like someone finally learned how to predict my attacks," he taunted in a singsong tone.
You gritted your teeth in frustration, pulling your sword back and brandishing it threateningly. "I am not in the mood for your damn games, just go away!" You demanded. He seemed to not listen, when does he ever really, and turned his gaze behind you, staring right at Verity.
His eyes turned black, his smile widening even more as he tilted his head. "What's this? Another mod?" He rasped, taking a step forward. Verity furrowed his brows, his eyes darkening. He was about to shift into his humanoid form when you stepped in front of him, pointing the blade directly at Knocker's chest. "Stay away from him." You growled.
Your tone made him stop in his tracks, staring at you with unreadable eyes. You've never spoken to him like that before, never had gotten so protective of something. It made the corner of his lip twitch in irritation. "Oh?" He rasped, droplets of blood slowly mixing with the black ooze. You felt a shiver roll down your spine. Shit, you pissed him off.
"What makes that thing so special, huh?" The Knocker stepped closer, and closer, his gloves tightening around the handle of his axe, the leather creaking. "It's just another mod - surely it can handle a hit or two." His eyes were crazed with jealousy, with madness, with nothing but the urge to kill.
"[name]", Verity began, sensing the tension in the air. He could see your arm trembling, clearly startled by what was happening. "I can handle myself; you don't need to put yourself in harm's way," he tried to reason with you. But your attention was solely on the one standing in front of you.
"Knocker, last warning - get out," You demanded, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. You were ready to defend Verity, even if it meant getting hurt. You didn't want him to die within the first day of being in this world.
In a blink of an eye, The Knocker lunged towards you, axe raised up above his head. You brought your sword up, blocking the blade with your own, but you were a fraction too late. Your blade only deflected it, causing his blade to slide from yours, and slash down right across your chest.
You cried out in pain, the burning sensation spreading from the wound outwards. He kicked you back, watching as you crashed against the chest. You gripped your chest, blood spreading across your shirt and staining the fabric, droplets hitting the ground beneath you. You gasped out in pain, already at half a heart. Shit, when did he get so strong!?
Just as he raised the axe above his head, a puff of smoke exploded beside you, and a hand grasped the Knocker's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Verity stood between you and the Knocker, now in his humanoid form. He was taller than the Knocker, nearly the same height as August. He was built toned, strong in every sense of the word, his gloved hand tightening around his wrist.
"Do not hurt them again," Verity growled, his eyes darkened, white pupils visible. He was mad, no, furious. You got hurt protecting him, and no one has ever done that. No one has ever tried protecting him from anything, except you. You put yourself in harms way, got hurt and nearly killed to ensure he wouldn't get so much of a scratch.
His obsession and fascination with you flared even higher.
The Knocker gritted his teeth, lips curling into an amused, cruel smirk. He raised his free hand in mock surrender, taking one single step back. "So, you're not helpless after all, huh?" He asked in a cocky tone, head tilting to the side. Verity only continued to glare down at him, slowly releasing his grip on the axe.
The Knocker took another step back, the crazed look still in his eye. "Don't think you can keep them for long," he rasped, his eyes showing no fear. "You won't be able to protect them all the time; I will get them." His threat echoed through the empty kitchen, but it rang deep in Verity's mind. His eyes darkened further, and he moved quickly, fist bawled up, he raised it and threw a punch towards the psychotic man. His fist never connected, for the being disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Glaring at where he once stood, Verity quickly turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening. "Are you okay?" He asked, turning on his heel to walk back towards you. He knelt down before you, reaching a hand to move your own out of the way. You winced in pain, gazing up at him with eyes filled with fascination. "I... didn't know you could turn human," you muttered.
His eyes met yours, and his lips curled into the softest of smiles. "It's not a form I always want to use, but I couldn't just watch as you protected me," he spoke softly, and slowly, his gaze moved back down towards your wound. "I have to dress your wound; can you stand and walk on your own?" He asked softly.
You gave a firm nod of your head and raised your hand up to grasp the chest behind you. Using it as leverage, you attempted to push yourself off the floor, trying desperately to ignore the pain that flared with every micromovement you made. But just as you almost rose up, the pain reached a new peak.
You cried out, your arm slipping from the surface of the chest, but you never fell back to the floor. Verity was able to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He ignored the blood staining his own yellow shirt, instead focusing on helping you get up.
"Hold onto me," he ordered. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, the other holding onto the arm around your waist. Slowly, he rose up to his height, making sure to keep a firm arm around you. You hissed in pain, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, eyebrows furrowed tightly. It burned, pulsating with your own heartbeat.
Once fully stood, Verity wordlessly picked you up in his arms, adjusting his arms so that you were comfortable. You were in too much pain to protest, instead leaning into him. He quickly began to walk towards your bedroom, not needing directions. He knew everything about you - how you built your house, where you stored everything, which room had what.
He glanced down at you as he neared the room, looking at your pained expression. He would make the Knocker pay for hurting you, would make him pay for stealing your bread, your food. A cruel smile etched onto his lips. He would protect you from all three of them, regardless of if the other two were friendly or not.
You were his, and he would not let what he owned get hurt like this again.
Thinking about how August, The Knocker, and Lenny would react to each other all stalking the same person.
I can see Lenny almost functioning as some sort of feral guard dog for you (if his happiness level is high enough). No hostile mobs approach you when he's by your side, even the non-hostile ones avoid you like the plague. If he sees August or The Knocker nearby it's ON SIGHT, he's not sharing you with anybody. Good luck trying to calm your feral spider stalker down afterwards, because now he's even more preoccupied with keeping everybody and everything away from you.
August is just pissed off the other two are getting in the way of his "quality time" with his darling (AKA trying to stab you and psychologically terrorize you lmao). He finds The Knocker annoying, and he enjoys "stealing his kill" via interrupting his attemps to kill you by killing him first then immediately killing you too afterwards. Lenny would be a nuisance to him with how he's almost constantly around you, ready to pounce if anybody comes close. At this point, he makes sure to bring a few golden apples to lure Lenny away just so he can have his time with you.
Technically The Knocker is arguably the only one out of the three to not have an obsession with the Player rooted in a desire for companionship. I get the vibe that he's only there to annoy/scare the shit out of you. I find it funny to imagine him being weirded out by the other's infatuation with you. Like imagine he just stumbles upon some shrine Lenny made of you and being trying to figure out why the hell there's so many of your items and poorly made drawings of you scattered everywhere. I also like the idea of The Knocker, while amused by your stalker predicament, simultaneously getting more and more annoyed over time that these randos are taking up all of your attention. How the hell is he supposed to enjoy terrorizing you if you're already busy dealing with two other psychos? This probably does trigger some screwed up feeling of jealousy to where his need to torment you and have all of your attention morphs into an obsession with YOU as a whole, not just your reactions.
Congratulations! You now have three stalkers whom are all obsessed with you in the worst way possible :)
How would The Knocker react to sexual intimacy? ;0
How the Knocker Reacts to Sexual Intimacy
This is my first time ever writing smut… please be nice I’m hoping this is decent 💔
PAIRINGS: The Knocker x GN! Reader
CONTENTS: Headcanons
WARNINGS: Smut, the Knocker being a freak (as per usual)
🗝️ This man has had literally no experience up until he met you. The first few times, he’s going to need some guidance, a little help to understand what you like and how to make you feel good. Once he’s gotten confident and knows what he’s doing, The Knocker is absolutely FERAL.
🗝️ The Knocker fucks rough and fast. He has stamina for days, and could go for hours (but how long you two go depends on how much you can take, of course.)
🗝️ I imagine he’s surprisingly vocal for how quiet he usually is. He lets out lots of grunts and growls.
🗝️ BITER. Oh my god he’s a biter. You’re gonna end up covered in teeth marks by the next morning.
🗝️ I’m not gonna lie he usually cums pretty fast. As I said before though, he can still go for hours, but either way he’s gonna make sure you find your release too no matter what. He can’t feel satisfied if you aren’t too.
🗝️ It’s obvious that he’s very observant, and that definitely stays the same in the bedroom. He figures out what you’re into pretty quickly even if you don’t tell him. Hell he might even find out what you like before you do yourself 😭
