Loveliest of doves

you don’t remember a time before pandora.

the forest has always been there in your memories. the hum of insects at dusk, the way the leaves glowed beneath your bare feet, the smell of rain clinging to everything. you learned the paths before you learned to read, learned which branches could hold your weight, which plants to avoid, which ones neteyam swore were “harmless” right before you proved him wrong.

neteyam had always been there too, along with kiri, lo’ak, tuk and spider of course.

you grew up at his side, trailing after him and his siblings like it was the most natural thing in the world. he taught you how to climb when your human hands slipped, how to keep quiet when the forest went still, how to laugh when you fell instead of crying. sometimes he carried you on his back when you got tired, grumbling the whole time but never once leaving you behind.

you were different, you always knew that, smaller, softer, human. but with him, it never felt like something that mattered. you belonged because he said you did. because the sullys said you did.

those days feel impossibly distant now.

you remember the tension creeping in before everything changed. the way the adults spoke in hushed voices, the way neteyam stopped laughing so easily. you didn’t understand gravity of it then, only that something was wrong. that the forest felt heavier. that goodbye came too fast.

one day, they were there.

the next, they were gone.

the forest felt wrong after that. too big. too quiet. you still walked the same paths, still slept beneath the same stars, but everything felt tilted, like pandora itself had shifted without him in it. you told yourself you were fine. you had to be.

norm and max stayed.

they became your anchors in a way you hadn’t expected. the lab, once overwhelming, all blinking lights and foreign sounds, slowly turned into something familiar. safe. you still visited the clan occasionally, although no way near as much as you once had. you learned how to calibrate equipment, how to catalogue samples, how to keep your hands steady even when your chest felt tight with missing someone you weren’t sure you were allowed to miss this much.

you grew up between microscopes and memory.

years passed like that. quietly. you traded scraped knees and borrowed na’vi clothes for data pads and human fabric that felt strange against skin used to vines and leaves. you still visited the forest, pandora was home, always would be, but you were changing, just as much as everything else.

and then one day..

“they’re back!”

the words didn’t register at first.

your hands stilled over the lab bench. the hum of machinery faded into a dull roar in your ears. they’re back. which meant..

no. you didn’t let yourself think it. not yet.

when they arrived, it was chaos. voices overlapping, na’vi gathering, the air thick with emotion and relief and something heavier underneath. you hung back near the edge, heart pounding so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.

and then you saw him.

neteyam stood just behind his father, taller than you remembered, broader, scarred in ways that made your chest ache. the boy who you remembered to be, was gone. in his place stood a warrior, quiet, alert, eyes sharper than before.

his gaze swept the crowd.

and then it landed on you.

for a split second, something cracked in his composure. not enough for anyone else to notice, but you did. you always had. his eyes widened, just barely, like he was seeing a ghost.

you weren’t the same either.

you saw it in the way his gaze lingered, uncertain, like he was trying to reconcile who you were now with the memory of the human kid who used to sit beside him, legs swinging, asking too many questions.

too much time had passed. too many things left unsaid.

but he was here.

he was here and it felt surreal.

you couldn’t move, feet rooted to the ground and you observed the surroundings. around you, people moved, embraces, voices, relief spilling out in bursts but all of it blurred at the edges. all you could see was him.

however, you broke eye contact first.

it wasn’t dramatic, no rush, no stumble, just a quiet decision made. this wasn’t your moment. it shouldn’t be. he’d just returned from years of hiding, fighting, surviving. his family was there, his clan, people who had mourned him as much as they’d waited. whatever this tight, aching thing was in your chest didn’t get to come before that.

so you stepped back.

you slipped through the edge of the crowd, boots soft against the forest floor, the sounds of reunion fading behind you. laughter, choked voices, someone crying openly. it felt wrong to intrude on it with everything you didn’t know how to say. you told yourself you were being sensible. kind, even. he deserved time. space.

you didn’t want to be selfish. and even more, maybe those feelings you felt years ago were one sided. maybe neteyam didn’t feel the same way you did.

the lab welcomed you back with sterile light and familiar hums. too quiet compared to the forest, but steady. you busied yourself with anything you could reach, data logs, recalibrations, a half-finished report you’d already rewritten twice. your hands worked on muscle memory alone, because your mind kept drifting back to the way his eyes had widened when he saw you.

hours passed.

max and norm both questioned why you hadn’t gone to greet them all yet, but you didn’t have a proper answer.

you were bent over a console, pretending very hard to read numbers that refused to make sense, when a shadow crossed the doorway.

you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

the air shifted, subtle, instinctive, the way it always had around him.

“you didn’t come say hi,” neteyam said.

his voice was deeper now. rougher. it sent a warm feeling through your body.

you turned slowly, schooling your expression into something neutral, professional. safe. “you just got back,” you said, like it explained everything. “i figured you’d want to be with your family… your clan.”

for a moment, he just watched you. really watched you. not like before.

“i looked for you,” he said quietly.

“you had a lot of people looking for you,” you reply casually. “i thought… you’d want time with them first.”

neteyam exhales through his nose, something between a huff and a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. he steps closer, careful, like he’s not sure if you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

neteyam eyes flicker over you, slow, deliberate, taking in the way you’ve changed. his tail twitches behind him, restless.

"you’re taller," he blurts out, voice rough. his gaze lingering on your legs, your waist, the curve of your lips.

you swallow hard.

“taller.” that’s all he says? after years? your fingers tighten around the edge of the console, grounding yourself. "and you’re… broader." the words slip out before you can stop them, your traitorous eyes skimming over his chest, the new scars mapping his skin like stories he never got to tell you.

a beat of silence.

his lips quirk. just barely. "you noticed."

your face burns. “damn him”

neteyam steps closer, the scent of him curling around you. too close. your pulse stutters when his tail sways, brushing your thigh. accidentally? you doubt it.

"you left," you blurt, hating how small your voice sounds.

his amusement fades. "i didn’t have a choice."

"You could’ve sent something, tried to communicate with me.” you muttered.

“it was hard when you all left, the only family i felt like i had.”

"i tried." his jaw tenses. "messages got intercepted. people got hurt."

you bit your lip.

neteyam exhales, running a hand through his braids. "you cut your hair." he changes the subject.

you resist the urge to reach for the shorter strands. "it got in the way."

he hummed, his gaze drops to your neck, exposed now. "i liked it long."

“it’s not that much shorter.” you replied.

the air between you thickens, is it awkwardness or just tension? you really can’t tell.

just then, lo’ak swings through the door unceremoniously, his carefree attitude cutting through the thick tension in the air. he takes a moment to take in the scene. neteyam and you are standing close, conversation halted in its tracks. lo’ak lifts an eyebrow, noticing something is off, but his usual smirk remains intact. "you two look serious." he quips, leaning against the console with ease.

neteyam takes a subtle step back, his expression guarded. "we’re just talking." his voice is casual, but there's a hint of irritation.

lo'ak chuckles, his gaze flickering between them. "just talking? looks like it was getting a little heated in here."

“not really.” you butted in, “he was just mentioning my hair.”

lo’ak’s smirk widens at your response, clearly not buying what you said. "right," he drawls, crossing his arms.

neteyam shoots him a glare, tail flicking in annoyance.

lo'ak just shrugs, unfazed. "anyway, dad wants you. something about perimeter checks." he glances at you again, then back at neteyam. "unless you're busy…?”

neteyam exhales sharply through his nose. "i'm coming."

as he moves to follow lo'ak, his fingers brush against yours deliberately, before he pulls away completely. the brief contact sends a wave of heat to your cheeks.

it was innocent enough, but being human on pandora, you never really received any sort of attention from boys, let alone contact.

lo'ak, oblivious to the silent exchange, claps neteyam on the back. "great! because dad’s in one of his moods..”

the door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone in the lab.

later that night, you couldn’t sleep.

your bedroom felt suffocating, so you slipped outside, letting pandora’s night air cool your skin. the glowing flora pulses softly underfoot as you wander deeper into the trees, trying and failing not to think about neteyam.

you felt like you were a kid again, before the events unravelled.

just you and the forest.

the only difference being you in your human pyjamas, rather than the loincloth and top you used to wear.

a twig snaps behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you turn, pulse jumping. only to find neteyam standing there, his silhouette haloed by bioluminescence.

“you followed me," you accuse.

he steps closer, his gaze dark. "yeah." no excuses. no pretenses.

it caught you off guard.

“i was heading over to see you, then saw you leaving so i followed behind.” he replied.

you simply observed.

it made sense.

he made his way over to you, ducking through branches and other greenery.

his fingers trace the edge of your jaw, his touch feather-light, maddening. “i thought about you, you know?” “every damn night under those same stars. wondering if you still looked up at them. if you… missed me."

you gulp as you watch him.

his thumb presses against your bottom lip, dragging it down just slightly. his pupils are blown wide, dark with something raw.

"and when missing you got too much?" he leans in, his next words whispered against your skin, “ i touched myself imagining it was your hands on me."

your stomach clenches, heat pooling low.

neteyam’s words hung thickly in the air, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. you were short for words, shocked at his sudden confession.

your heart hammered in your chest, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling inside you. you swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself before responding. "neteyam, i..." your voice trailed off, uncertain of what to say, but he took another step closer, his tail wrapping around your waist almost possessively.

his hand slid up to cradle your face, his touch sending sparks across your skin.

"sometimes..." his thumb traced the shape of your bottom lip, his voice low and raspy. "sometimes i’d close my eyes, pretend you were with me."

His eyes moved over you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

"and i’d think about you in those moments... how I would touch you, if you were there."

his breath warmed your neck as he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “i’d imagine you here… like this… under the stars we both looked up at.”

a shiver raced down your spine as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“remember that hollow in the cliffs? where we used to hide from lo’ak during games?” his voice was rough, low. “i’d imagine me lying there at night and picture you beside me.. under me.”

your breath hitched.

“i’d imagine pushing your shirt up slow,” he murmured, one hand sliding along your waist, fingers teasing beneath the fabric, “feeling how soft your skin is, how warm. i used to wonder if you'd arch into my touch like this…” he pressed his palm flat against the small of your back and pushed, just enough to make you gasp.

“and i always imagined,” he whispered against your jaw, “that when I finally kissed you here, really kissed you.. you’d taste even sweeter than i imagined.”

his hips shifted forward, the slightest grind, and a low sound escaped him.

“that’s when i would of slipped my hand down,” his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pyjamas, “you wouldn’t stop me.”

you let out a small whimper.

“i dreamt about feeling how wet you get for me,” he admitted hoarsely. “wondered if those quiet little noises would be enough to drive me wild after years of waiting.” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"you kept me up late," he murmured, teeth grazing your skin.

his mouth moved lower, along your collarbone, nipping at it teasingly.

“teyam..” you whined quietly.

"shhh," he hushed, voice thick with want. his hips pressed firmer against yours, letting you feel every hard inch of him. "my little scientist... finally letting me taste what's been mine all along?"

his hand slid lower, past your hips, down to the back of your thigh and hooked it up around his waist. you gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the tree.

"i imagined this too," he growled into your ear. "you wrapped around me, just like that night by the waterfall when we were younger.”

you bit your lip as the memory came flooding back in, you forgot about that.

"i dreamed about making you cum under these stars," he whispered raggedly, tail curling tighter around your waist like a promise. "with my mouth on you.. my name on your lips..”

he finally dipped his hand beneath the hem of your pyjamas, soft fabric sliding aside and brushed one fingertip over damp heat.

he groaned low in his chest.

“shit.. no panties?”

“i.. i don’t wear any to bed.” you replied sheepishly.

he let out a rough, pleased noise. half-growl, half-laugh.

“good,” he breathed. “means I don’t have to tear anything off you.”

his finger dragged through your folds slowly, once, twice, making you whimper and arch against him. “you’re already so wet…”

“you made me wait years,” you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “of course I’m..” you let out a mewl, “ready for you..”

he smirked, adding pressure just where you needed it. “i used to dream about how tight you’d feel around my fingers… my cock.” he slid one deep inside with no warning, slow, deep, and your head fell back against the tree as a moan tore from your throat.

“like that?” he purred.

you nodded ferociously as his thumb found your clit, circling with torturous precision. "tell me," he murmured, voice thick, "how many nights did you lie awake thinking of me?"

you cried out, hips jerking forward. "n-neteyam!”

"answer me." he added pressure, relentless. "did you touch yourself? imagine it was my hand? my mouth?"

a broken sob escaped you. "yes!..” you whined. “almost nightly!..” you followed up.

he continued pumping his fingers in, out, in, out, for a good few minutes.

his fingers curled inside you just right and suddenly, the world shattered. a sharp cry ripped from your throat as heat exploded low in your belly, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you came hard around his fingers, wet and trembling, your knees nearly giving out.

neteyam didn’t pull away. didn’t stop.

he held you through it, thumb still circling the bud gently as the tremors faded, watching your face with fascination.

he slowly slid his soaked fingers free, and without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.

your breath caught at the sight, the raw hunger in his eyes, as dropped to his knees in front of you.

his glowing eyes locked onto yours as he hooked your pyjama shorts around his fingers and yanked them down over trembling hips.

his nose brushed your inner thigh.

his hands slid up the underside of you knees, spreading your legs wider.

“look at her.. perfect.” he mumbled under his breath as he looked almost star-struck.

you watched, breath heaving, as he pressed light, worshiping kisses up the inside of your thigh, his eyes locked onto yours.

he looked wrecked, just from watching you cum.

his breath was hot against your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured.

then he exhaled low, like a prayer, and lowered his mouth to your cunt, still pulsing from your release. he lapped up at your cunt with slow, deep strokes of his tongue.

"you taste even better than I dreamed," he groaned against you.

your fingers fisted into his hair as he circled your clit with his tongue, before he moved further down and began teasing your entrance.

he didn't let up. just held you steady with strong hands on your hips and drank from you like a starved man.

he groaned against your heat, the sound vibrating through you. “so sweet… mine.”

every flick of his tongue was deliberate. slow at first, savoring, like he had years to make up for. then deeper, hungrier. his nose brushing your clit as he devoured you with quiet desperation.

you gasped, back arching off the tree as his thumbs spread you wider and ‘yes..’ “there!” that wicked swirl right over your most sensitive spot.

“you gonna come again?” he murmured between licks, voice rough with need. “right on my face?”

You could only whimper in return, but it was enough.

because neteyam growled low in his chest and dove back in like a man possessed, licking deep into your folds, circling your clit with maddening precision before sucking it gently into his mouth.

stars blurred above you. the forest pulsed beneath. and all that existed was this, him between your legs, the way his name broke from your lips like a prayer..

“neteyam… i’m.. i’m gonna..”

his ears twitched at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue swirling faster, sucking gently as one hand slipped beneath to cup your ass, pulling you even closer.

"again," he growled against you. "let me feel it baby..”

and when you came, shuddering violently against his mouth with a choked cry, he didn't stop.

he just moaned like it was him being rewarded.

the vibrations sent another shockwave through your oversensitive nerves, making your legs tremble.

finally, slowly, he pulled back, but only enough to press one soft kiss to your inner thigh.

then looked up at you, eyes glossy, swollen lips glistening with you..

"still not enough," he whispered, voice raw.

he rose in one fluid motion, closing the space between you again, your back to the tree, his body against yours.

you could feel him now. hard, thick, straining against his loincloth, pressed right where your body still pulsed from his mouth.

his lips found your neck, biting gently. "wanna be inside when you come again."

your breath hitched. "neteyam..."

"i know," he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. "too much? too fast?"

you shook your head desperately.

“no..”

he exhaled sharply through his nose, the closest thing to losing control you'd ever seen from him.

"good." his hand slid down to cup you possessively between your legs, one finger teasing at your entrance again.

he swiftly took off your top

your bare skin prickled as the cool night air caressed your chest.

he leaned in, lips skimming the shell of your ear. "you ever been with anyone else?"

your stomach fluttered nervously. "no..”

he smiled against your skin, satisfaction and relief pouring off him.

"good…" he whispered, his hand skimming up the front of your bare torso, creeping upwards towards your breasts.

"no one else got to touch you like this... did they? only me."

"only you…" you confirmed.

he groaned low, his mouth moving along your jaw, claiming more territory. "that’s right. you’re mine. only mine."

his hand found your thigh again. "put your leg around me."

you wrapped your leg around his hip, drawing him closer.

your heart stuttered as you felt just how hard your touch made him. neteyam inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"that's it," he murmured, voice rough. "hold onto me."

you obeyed, grasping onto his shoulders, holding him tight. your body hummed with anticipation.

he pulled you even closer, grinding his hips against yours almost involuntarily with a shaky exhale. you could feel just how much you had affected him.

"missed you…" he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing along your neck. "all these years, i… imagined this. over and over again."

"i did too..." you whispered back.

he kissed you, slow and deep, it made your chest ache. not just desire, something more.

when he pulled back, his eyes searched yours under the soft glow of pandoran night.

his hands moved to the ties of his loincloth and in one smooth motion, freed himself.

you gasped at the sight. thick, proud, already glistening at the tip.

he guided himself to your entrance slowly.. teasingly.. letting just the head slide in as his thumb found your clit again.

"look at me," he demanded softly.

you obeyed as you held his gaze.

with a low groan that vibrated through both of you, he pushed forward inch by inch.. filling you completely until there was no space left between you.

you cried out, part pain, part overwhelming fullness as he stretched you for the first time, your body clenching around his girth.

he froze instantly. "hey… hey, look at me," he murmured, voice thick with concern and restraint. his thumb brushed your cheek as he stayed buried deep inside you, motionless, letting you adjust.

tears pricked your eyes.

"you're okay," he whispered against your lips. "i’ve got you. just breathe… for me."

you nodded shakily and took a breath in and then another, feeling yourself slowly relax around him.

“that’s it," he praised softly, kissing away a tear that slipped free. "take all of me."

and when you rolled your hips slightly, a quiet signal, he exhaled like it was agony and began to move.

slow at first, one deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyelids, then another just as deliberate.

each one sent waves of pleasure spiraling through you until the line between pain and ecstasy blurred.

"neteyam…" your voice called out

he kissed you hard as his rhythm picked up, one hand gripping your hip to pull you onto him deeper with each stroke, the other tangled in yours above your head.

"i’m here," he muttered against your skin. "feel me?" he said as he pushed his much bigger hand against the bulge, disappearing and reappearing in your stomach with each thrust.

"i feel you... all of you," you gasped, nails raking down his back as he rolled his hips harder.

each thrust drove a moan from your throat, deeper, fuller than before. he was so deep inside you it felt like he was touching your soul.

"yeah? you take me so damn well," he growled, shifting slightly, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every powerful stroke. "mine.. only mine.."

you sobbed out his name as the pressure built again, tighter this time, hotter.

"that’s it," he whispered against your neck, his lips on your pulse point. "come for me, baby. i want to feel you.” he pulled back, looking down at you both, watching his cock slip in and out of your cunt.

“look at us,” he rasped, voice thick with awe and hunger. “you’re taking every inch..”

his thrusts turned shallow, rhythmic, just enough to grind against your clit with each roll of his hips. you whimpered, back arching as the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable now.

“neteyam.. i’m.. i’m..”

one hand slid between you, rubbing firm circles over your swollen bud. “come on my cock. let me feel it.”

and when you shattered, your body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. he groaned like it was salvation.

“yes.. yes.. that’s it..” he panted against your neck as you trembled through the release.

but he didn’t stop moving.

just kept thrusting, deeper now, as if your pleasure had only fueled his need.

"i’m not gonna last..” he groaned, his mouth finding yours again. "not gonna last..”

you could feel his control slipping, his rhythm turning erratic, his breath coming rougher now as he chased his own release.

“then don’t,” you whispered against his lips, nails digging into his back. “i want you to cum inside me.. want to feel it..”

his hips stuttered at your words, like you'd stripped the last of his restraint away.

"shit..” he choked out, burying his face in your neck as his body tensed. "you're gonna make me..”

with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into you hard, once, twice and then stilled completely.

you felt it, he came inside you, each wave shuddering through his body and into yours.

he collapsed against you slightly, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing ragged and raw.

for long moments, there was only the sound of the forest breathing around you and your hearts beating in sync.

finally, he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes soft now.

he cupped your face, thumb brushing your sweaty forehead. "you okay?" he whispered, still out of breath.

you managed a nod, too spent to form words just yet.

he huffed a small laugh, lips finding your temple.

he pulled out slowly, gently and immediately wrapped his arms around you as your legs finally gave way. his warmth didn't leave you, not even for a second, as he lowered himself to the soft moss beneath, pulling you on top of him with care.

he sat with your back pressed to his chest, legs cradling yours, tail curling snugly around your waist.

one hand smoothed damp strands of hair from your face, the other rested low on your stomach, possessive and tender all at once.

"you're incredible," he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss just behind it.

you leaned into him completely.

his voice dropped lower. "i should've done this years ago."

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You only agreed to test the headset because Norm said it would help with language syncing. That was it. One afternoon. A quick scan of local brainwave patterns and how they translate into speech.

What he forgot to mention was that it would also pick up thoughts.

And not just vague feelings or moods either. Full sentences. Fully formed internal dialogue.

You found that out the hard way.

And of all the minds in the village, it had to be his.

Neteyam.

Perfect. Noble. Quiet. Gentle with the children. Always polite. Always proper. You had spent months believing he was the golden child who thought of nothing but hunting, family, and honor.

Until the thoughts started pouring in.

The moment he saw you this morning, the device clicked and your head filled with him.

There she is. That tiny top again. Does she even know how tight it is. Her chest is practically spilling out. If I bend a little I could see right down it. Skies above I want to take her somewhere quiet and press her up against a tree. Slide my hand between her legs and feel how wet she gets for me.

You choked on air.

Neteyam glanced up from where he was packing arrows. “Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded too quickly. “Fine. Just—water went down the wrong pipe.”

He smiled politely. “Drink slower.”

Or let me help. Tilt your head back and I could pour it over your chest and lick it off while you beg. I bet she makes the prettiest sounds. High and soft like her laugh.

You turned so fast your neck cracked.

You tried to avoid him for the rest of the day. But you were assigned to help him gather plant samples for Norm. Of course.

He walked beside you with his usual steady steps, carrying a basket like a perfect gentleman. He pointed out useful herbs. He handed you fruits. He did not even brush against you.

But inside your head?

If I pressed her up against that tree right now she would gasp. I would pin her wrists and mouth her throat until she was shaking. I would slide her shorts down slow. Real slow. Let the air touch her first. Make her wait. Make her beg. I want to hear her say please. I want to hear her say my name with her whole body.

You dropped the fruit you were holding.

Neteyam picked it up. Handed it back gently.

“You should be more careful,” he said.

I would bend her over right now if I could. She would look so good like that. Her hands in the moss. Her back arched. She would take me so well. I would not stop until she was trembling. Until her legs gave out. Until she knew she belonged to me.

You almost fell face first into a patch of glowing fungus.

At the river, you bent to fill a water pouch. He crouched beside you. Perfect posture. Calm hands.

“You have been quiet,” he said, watching the water with calm eyes.

“I am thinking,” you lied.

He nodded.

She is wet. I can smell her. Not the river. Not the plants. Her. She is thinking about it now. I know it. I bet she dreams of it. I bet she touches herself when no one is looking. I would watch. I would whisper things while she did it. Make her go slow. Make her come to the sound of my voice.

Your knees buckled.

“Careful,” he said again, placing a steady hand on your back.

I want that mouth. I want those lips around me. I want to push her onto the grass and bury my face between her thighs until she forgets her name. I want to ruin her for anyone else. She is mine. Mine. She just does not know it yet.

You stood so fast you spilled half the water.

“Let’s head back,” you mumbled.

“Of course,” he said.

I wonder if she would taste sweet or salty. Maybe both. I would find out. Slowly. I would take my time. I would have her begging long before I ever even got inside her.

By nightfall you were twitching.

Every touch. Every glance. Every word he spoke was the exact opposite of what his brain was thinking.

He offered you a spot by the fire.

You nodded cautiously and sat down next to him. He handed you a cup of warm broth. Respectful. Friendly. Golden child manners.

Her lips are so close. If I kissed her now I would not stop. I would slide my tongue into her mouth and pull her into my lap. She would fit there perfectly. I would grind her down on me until we both lost it.

You sipped broth and nearly gagged.

“You do not like it?” he asked.

“It’s hot,” you said quickly.

He frowned a little. “I can blow on it for you.”

Or I could have her mouth somewhere much better. I could guide her head down slow. Watch her take me inch by inch. Gods she would look so good with her lips stretched wide and her eyes wet. I would tell her how perfect she looks while she chokes on me.

You dropped the cup.

“Sorry. My hand slipped.”

He leaned down and picked it up again.

That position. Right there. On her knees. I could take her like that. Pull her hair and thrust deep until she screamed. She would scream. I know it. She looks like a screamer. I want to hear it. I need to hear it.

You stood abruptly.

“I think I should get some air.”

He stood with you. “I will walk with you.”

“Maybe I should be alone.”

“I insist,” he said gently.

She is shaking. She wants it too. I can smell it. She can hear me. Maybe she has always heard me. Maybe she likes it. Maybe she wants me to say it. Say it to her face. Tell her how badly I want to bend her over the nearest rock and fuck her until she cries.

You nearly walked into a tree.

When you reached your tent, he stopped at the flap.

“You seem different today,” he said.

You stared at him. Silent.

He tilted his head.

“I will not come in if you do not want me to.”

Let me in. Just for a second. Let me see her skin. Let me taste her sweat. Let me hear her moan my name in that breathy little voice. I would treat her like treasure. Like prey. Like everything in between. I would make her forget every other man she has ever seen.

You stepped back.

And because you were tired. Because you were shaking. Because you had heard him think about your thighs and your mouth and your body for ten hours straight. You said, quietly,

“I can hear you.”

He went still.

“What?”

You tapped the headset behind your ear. “This device. It works. It picks up more than language. It picks up everything.”

He said nothing for a long moment.

Then, softly, “How much did you hear?”

“All of it.”

His eyes darkened. Not with shame. Not even surprise.

He stepped inside the tent slowly. The flap dropped behind him.

You should have stepped back. You should have told him to leave.

You did not.

He looked at you the way he always did. Steady. Calm.

But when he spoke, his voice was low and rough.

“And what did you think of it?”

You swallowed. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

He nodded once. “No.”

“I thought you were perfect.”

“I am not.”

You stared. “You think about me like that all the time?”

His eyes held yours. “Every day. Every night. Every time I see you bend over. Every time you smile. Every time you stretch. Every time you wear that thing you call a shirt.”

You felt heat crawl up your spine.

“And now that you know,” he said softly, “what do you want?”

You stared at him.

Then you turned the device back on.

And heard it again, louder this time.

Please say yes. Please touch me. Please pull me close and kiss me like you mean it. Let me have you. Right now. Right here. I will be gentle. Until you ask me not to be.

You stepped closer.

He stayed still. But his breath hitched.

You lifted a hand and pressed your fingers to his chest.

He was warm. Solid. Barely breathing.

You leaned up and kissed him.

He did not hesitate.

His hands slid around your waist. His mouth opened over yours. His tongue found yours and it was not soft. It was not polite. It was hungry.

Inside your head the thoughts flooded again.

Yes. Like that. Just like that. Let me taste you. Let me get you out of those clothes. Let me show you what I have only imagined a thousand times. I will not stop until your legs are shaking and you are too full of me to speak.

You moaned into his mouth.

His hand slid down your back and pressed you flush to him. You could feel the proof of everything he had been thinking about. Hard. Hot. Demanding.

You pulled back just enough to whisper,

“You are not very respectful after all.”

His voice was a growl against your throat.

“I never was.”

~

༊*·˚ 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! 🤭

~

🪓- He has seriously cranked up senses. He can hear the player breathing from several feet away, he could hear their heart beating if they let him get close enough.

🪓- Going off that first one, he LOVES scaring th player. He likes hearing how they react, how their breathing gets all shaky.

🪓- He’s actually entirely self sufficient before he meets the player. But once they show up? He has zero qualms in helping himself to whatever they have. He doesn’t take enough that they’ll go hungry or be cold through a night, just whatever he needs for the time being.

🪓- Very much enjoys standing over the player’s bed while they sleep. They don’t even know he’s there, and unless he wants them to know, they wouldn’t be any the wiser.

🪓- If the player is gone for days at a time, off mining or searching for a specific item for their home, he’ll make sure their house stays… mostly uninhabited, by anything but any animals they own, and himself. The fire stays fueled, the plants are harvested, and the bed? Well… he figures they won’t notice if he uses it until they get back.

🪓- He doesn’t smell… awful? But I think it would take a little getting used to. Pine tree sap, damp wool and leather, and something… kind of metallic.

🪓- Masochist and a sadist (with limits) . He does enjoy frightening the player, his brain is wired like an animal; the player runs, his brain marks them as prey to be hunted. But! Very very large but! Killing the player and having them wake back up in bed like it was all a bad dream (despite both him and them knowing better), is different from doing anything… truly traumatic to them. He’s a killer, but he’s not a monster. He won’t hurt the player beyond physically, only weapons. He liked the player far too much to do something truly horrible to them.

🪓- With the masochism thing, he loves when the player fights back. Trapping him, hitting back even when he’s already done enough damage that they won’t survive. It just furthers his intrigue. What is it that makes the player so stubborn to go from fear to violence aimed at him?

🪓- If the player welcomes his company, be it loneliness, or perhaps a sort of… Stockholm syndrome towards his presence, or being one of the growing many (myself included I mean what-) who are genuinely excited to see him, he can’t help but be… a little disappointed. The fear is less and he gets less amusement in chasing the player know that they’re… basically into it. But he still gets his fear-high in startling them, appearing in doorways just to make them flinch. That’ll have to do. He certainly doesn’t want to fully scare off someone who actually… likes his presence despite his antics.

🪓- He loves attention. Again, he prefers a fearful reaction that one doesn’t seem to get from something as simple as a creeper or zombie. But if the player would prefer to offer him affection instead of fright… he won’t complain too much. The better he gets to know the player, the better he knows the good ways to startle the player, like blowing out their torches in the caves, breathing down their neck and vanishing before they can spot him, etc

🪓- He has zero personal space. Unless the player tells him their boundaries or that they prefer less contact, their space is also his space. He has horrible heat regulation, and loves to mooch it off the player if he can.

🪓- He is a smug bastard. So so cheeky and snarky. He teases the player for being startled by him, saying they should be used to it by now, despite the fact he actively makes sure they won’t.

🪓- Loves to borrow things from the player. Not just food and supplies, but things they’ve collected. Enchanted tools, trinkets they’ve found or made. He always returns them in the same condition when he took them, he just likes having a little something from them.

🪓- He enjoys tending to the player’s wounds. Going back to the sadism thing, he might occasionally bump a fresh bruise or cut ‘accidentally’. It certainly won’t happen again, he wouldn’t do that…/s

🪓- If the player is comfortable with him sleeping beside them at night, he certainly won’t decline. He doesn’t sleep heavily though, technically he doesn’t need to sleep, and the player getting up always wakes him. He doesn’t care about being woken up, he cares about where on earth they’re going that’s more important than sharing heat and being perfectly safe with him. (Yes he even wakes up like a trail cam horror if they just go to the bathroom and they come back to just this… nightmare on their bed lol)

You don't understand this world at all, actually, you've given up totally on trying to understand anything that goes on! Human-like creatures walking around, although in reality they're some sort of cosmic predator. You still remember that time you saw what seemed like a human, only for it's face to split open the next second. Scary.

You don't even remember how you came to be in here, you just remember waking up one day on the side of the road on a bench, with blood all over you. Although you're not sure if it was yours, you had no wounds after all after you chcekd! you still wonder hwo's blood that is.

Anyway, one thing you've learnt from this world was that the people here are extremely abnormal, and secondly, it seems they won't bother you that much if they see you're a pet. although, that's just an impression you concluded yourself. it kida n makes ense, people donot' really wanna mess with other's property yea? who kows it might be some sort of mafia.. boss lpha.. soetmhing..

so, instead of being captured sedated and shoved into those glass enclosures you see, you've decided to pretend to be a pet. how do you do it? after all, you're not even sure what a pet is here, what's so different biologically, how thye act, how they smell, how they!!! etc, but you couldn't care less.

you had found some cardboard on the side of the road next to a rotting dead guy, and grabbed it off his hands. you've grown accustomed to these things, so you're not that nervous or shocked around them anymore. although, it's quite concerning that you'd rather be with silent corpses rather than the noisy non-humans here, they're kinda scary after all.

the great idea you had was... cardboard cutouts, that's right! you'd made some cardbodard cat ears, and taped them onto your head. it worked for some reason, although you're not sure how? it doesn't matter.

you've also taken the chance to make a cat tail, and it looks idioitc a hell but who cares! you look super cute, especially with these super cute stylish clothes you stole from a random store here, well the store owner was just sleeping on the grund, you figured it would've been fine.

osmething like that. or whaetver,

you're not sure how well you pass of, but entities and all sorts have been cooing at you when you walk by! some even asking where oyur owner is, you often just stare at them cutelyyyy before walking away, youre a 'pet' anyway, odu ont' need to answer them.

and so you lived like this for awhile, snatcing food from sellers or begging rfrom radnom entiites waliking around, fleeing from anyone trying to capture you and such. joking, hoking. it's oynl been a week. hhaa..

you can't belive you've gone through so many things in only.. aw eek. people ahere are ndeed crazy, you almost got captured by an ice crema truck for stealing, then one of those pet sellers tried to capture you, just before! now that you thin about it, dd you ever see them leave you ? wait, did they folllo yo-

you could only snap you rhead backwards as you heard a woosh, and a abat an inch fro your face,

"mreow!" you shireked out on reflex, getting smacekd dab on the face and passing out. you felt tblood trailing down your cheeks a nd onto the pavement as you could only close your eyes as a hooded figure leande over you.

"huh? are you sure this is a cat girl?" they said, noticing your cradboard ears

"fuckk ayou... bitch..h...." was the lsat words oyu slurred out, before passin gout for real..

you can't believe this. all of your efforts only to !!! end up!! in a gukcing glass enclosure agrh! you realize that htose hooded men had no bad intenitons with you, they jut wante to sell you off to the pet store! what the hell?!

its beena day or two since oyu've been here, hearing the other humans cry in fear and such, ergh,,, it kinda irritates you forreal.

also, it seems your cat ears are still on. for some reason youre in the human section, maybe they saw they were fake? but you've gornw a bit unanturrally attached with those cat ears,, seriously. itfeel slike they've become a part of you. oh well wahtever. they're pretty ceute anyway...

ayway, it's day two of being here. you hate it. you get some sort f mush that they deem nutrionable, and you hate that the wokrers here seem so huma like. It makes you feel uneasy for some sort of reason, an eerie feeling you can't seem to shake off no matter how hard you try to. so you just try to ignor it,,, you don't relal ymind it anyway at this point..

you curl up on a wall, leaning on it, and listened to the rambles for 1 5rmintues. you keep hearing the people around you scremaing for hlep, confused, scared, etc. yet it seems nobody really cares, or anything, you're not sure if you can deem them as bodies, lol,hha..?

what you didnt expect while closing your ees though, was to find someone tapping on your glass. you opeend your eyes slowly to flinch back, seeing a eyelidless person staring straight at you. he had a,.. unqieu haircut as well, it seemed like some sort of vntage bob hairstle. although, you could only stare at his eye sin fear s they seemed so... scary,..?intimatding? you dont know.

"Hello." His voice muffled through the glass seperating you two, you're kind of glad it's there--it makes ou feel safer from this guy. He puts his hand on the glass, they're some long sldenr fingers, and eeerily long nails. you could only nod your head as he stared at you with a flat face, as a worker came up to him.

"i see you've taken an interest to one of our newwest products, although we have to say, we can't tell what htey are! human or catgirl,but they're kinda cut eyea?" the worker smiled politely, while side eyeing your glass enclosure, seeing you curl up in the corner.

the vintaege looking man stared down at her for awhile, ebfore putting a hand on his chin comically. "randal... would misbehave.. it's a girl after all, i feel worried putting such a fragile thing in his hands." he muttered to himself, "hbut.. he needs to grow up and learn."

'ccrazy fuck1! im no tgoiig with you! who ist hsi randal kid?!?!?? is he gonna ffucking mkill me??' you wanted to scream out, but yuo were paralyzed with feare. you don't understnad why, but he really does scare you for some sort of reason.

it doesnt take long for the worker to drag you out and sedate you,as you balck ot again. "aghhr.. shit." you muttered out, seeing the vintage guy staring at you looking at him. "oh, we'll have to fix that mouth of yours." you heard him mutter out.

'mroew.....'

it's dark, and cramped. it's not that comfortale, seirously. it's uncomfrotable. SEIROUSYL GET!!

"Another gift?! Brother, thou spoil me far too much!" You hear a squeaky voice talking, with some creepy giggles followed by the end of his sentence as you could only freeze immediately upon hearing the voices.

"Yes. But, you must be careful with this one okay? Careful. Like. With a cat."

"i lovecats! I loooove cats so much.." You heard the sqeauky voice giggle again, agh fuck! why's he sound like that anyway? creepy!

"Very well. I'll be making sure you behave well. This is a good opportunity for you to learn the.. the way of the humans. Gentleness. Ah, yes.. gentle..."

'is eeveryone here batshit coocooo?' you t hogut to yourself.

You could only hiss at the sudden flash of light as the top of whatever container you were in got lifted up, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your eyes instinctively to block the flashy light. It hurts.

"A-a-a-a--aa... another!! human pet! kykakykakyk!!" An orange haired boy giggled wildly, "You're the bestest ever big brohter I've ever had!" he squirmed about.

"Best doesn't need est, Randal. Use proper english." The vintage man corrects him with a finge rup, although he got ingored by the teenaager looking boy quickyl.

You sat up, looking around you and seeing the bizzare looking non-humans. A catguy, oh, two catguys. Ah, you're a catgirl aren't you? Will they find you out?

Although, it seems that they're a bit on gurad with you. They seem bvery nervous, wlel one of the are, the other onel looksl ike they want to beat the shit out of you aleady. meow..

"Wow! You haev such a cute ooutfit on already! Kekeke... I wonder how you'll look with my doll's outfit...s.. keke... huk!"

"Randal. Your nose is bleeding again."

"Augh!" The teenager wiped it with his white gloves, staining them with the blood. You cringe at this.

"Where the hell am I?" You spoke, trying to sound confident.

"Heh.. you aure aren't like sebastiasnt.. youre quit efesity arent u. Well, that's a standard quality for one of my pets of course, kekeke..." emphasis on the pet, "I'll name you, yo... ill name you... y/n de chicken leg sausage farmer the escond!" his head snapped back to a ginger wearing a jester outfit, "Dont worry sebseb, you'll always be my umer one, haah.. "

The ginger cinrged at this, as he put his hands up grabbing his sides, "Tha...thanks... I guess."

୨♡ Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ♡୧

-Man's self care routine is off the charts

-I'm serious, he has like- 80 different bubble bath concoctions.

-Smells like mint

-or some kind of cold scent.

-I feel like he loves dressing up fancy, so he has a closet full of sparkly suits

-maybe even some dresses if he's feeling special.

-Doesn't actually need to wear glasses, he just likes how they look.

-While he loves his winter wonder world, I feel like he'd enjoy rainy weather more than snow.

-He got rid of all his madness and sadness, yes, but I think he'd cry at something especially cute. Happy tears, y'know?

"Why are you crying, sir? Are you okay?" "Oh, it's nothing. *sniff* Just those two rabbits that are cuddling."

-He is really bad at any percussion instrument

-like.. REALLY bad.

-His hands are too delicate for such a garish instrument as the drums!

-He loves playing duets on the piano, but rarely has anyone to play with.

-I mean, he could always concoct up an ice creature to play piano with him, but that's honestly quite dull.

-His favorite movie would probably be an old Christmas movie, like It's a Wonderful Life.

-He gets kidnapped by the Candy Queen so often, that occasionally he brings a book or something snuggly to help him wait for his ice scouts to rescue him.

-He once got so bored while kidnapped that he tried to read to some of the mutilated candy people

-That was the last time he saw his favorite book.

-Safe to say he doesn't bring his favorites anymore.

୨♡ Ｒｏｍａｎｔｉｃ ♡୧

-Will literally spoil his love interest rotten.

-You want that thing you saw earlier?

-Consider it yours

-You'd like for it to snow outside?

-A sprinkle or a blizzard?

-Literally anything, this man will go to the ends of the universe to get you what you'd like.

-Love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch

-probably acts of service too.

-Loves dancing.

-Loves dancing.

-Whether it be a slow dance or ice-skating, he will take every opportunity to dance with you!

-He adores short people.

-Good, because he's tall as a giant.

-if you're shorter than him, he will no doubt use you as an armrest.

-He always makes remarks on how cute you are.

-Even if you're only two inches shorter than him.

-If you're taller...

-hoo boy.

-Expect him to be all over you.

-figuratively and literally.

-Will want you to carry him everywhere, sit in your lap, rest against you, whatever.

-Just let him touch you.

-He'll talk about how strong you are, how you'd be the perfect chair, etc. etc.

-He does the stupid "How's the weather up there?" jokes.

-Loves your body, no matter what it looks like.

-You're skinny?

-You're easy to carry around and dance with.

-You're chubby or fat?

-Literally will always be holding onto or resting on part of you. He loves squishy people.

-Somewhere in the middle?

-He could not care less. He loves you regardless of what you look like.

-And he makes sure to emphasize his point by complimenting you endlessly.

-He will never leave your side.

-Even if you need space, he doesn't.

-So why wouldn't you?

-Back to our regularly scheduled fluff-

-Candy Queen hates your guts.

-She thinks you're an obstacle, keeping her from the Winter King.

-No doubt tries to kill you.

-Multiple times. a day

-Her plans are always foiled, but if she gets too close to genuinely hurting you, Winter will be so upset.

"Oh, Dearest, please tell me you're okay!" "You are?" "Phew. I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt in any way."

-His petnames for you are probably

-Darling,

-Dearest,

-My love,

-There are a lot more, but those are the main ones.

-LOVES kissing you.

-Anytime, any way.

-He finds it adorable when his nose bumps your face.

-Favorite place to kiss would probably be the back of your hand.

-He is a gentleman after all.

-Overall, he just adores you.

-And he sincerely hopes you love him just as much as he does you.

Headcanon requests are open for Winter King! Don't be afraid to send an ask, and be shameless! I know I am! (No smut tho. Some spice is okay, however.)

Have some free WK art for coming this far!