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 😭
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the knocker x reader. yes i did write this. i noticed there were like absolutely no fanfiction of the knocker, let alone any x reader stuff... so i wrote smth
This one is REQUESTED!!! EEK SORRY IT TOOK AO LONG. I lost all motivation and forgot to write but I feel the flames again >:)
The silly stalkers x Bunny!reader!!
(Can you tell i wrote the last one when I was feeling more motivated)
Ft. Playmate, the knocker, august, lenny
TW; lenny sees you as prey in one route, august is august (aka murder perversion blabblabla), knocker eats your lower half sometimes (not in the enjoyable way either), playmate is touchy
Obsessed;
While he would usually be nicer, you've unfortunately been dealt the worst hand you could've possibly had. You were a prey animal. Your legs stamped the ground when you moved, you could run on all fours with ease, you could jump large distances- He was fascinated by you, but you teased his prey drive. He couldn't tell whether or not you were a predator like him, or not. Depending on what he thinks, this can go two ways.
PREY;
He deems you as prey, and he starts stalking you as a means of curiosity and hunger instead of pure affection. He becomes more apathetic to your death, unless you manage to prove yourself worthy. (Escaping him over five times without a scratch, hunting other animals either for food or for their pelt, not backing down to his intimidation attempts.)
EQUAL;
He sees you both as on the same level. This can be achieved either by chance, or proving yourself to him as stated before. He will treat you less like an outsider or prey option, and more like you're the same being he is. He may pick up some of your behavioral patterns the longer he watches you, like letting you chase him as a means of playing, or thumping his foot to show disapproval. He will also learn your eating habits, and as part bunny, you most likely struggle to digest meat as well as he can, so he begins to instead start bringing you mushrooms, vegetables, or fruits. Sometimes bread too, but the knocker takes that one just to fuck with him and you. He might forget his strength though, so do remind him with a hiss and growl, as that's the best way to get him to stop. But if you allow him, he MIGHT chew on your neck or hips, just because they're squishy! He'd also like to curl up near you when you sleep- Just to make aure nothing happens to you. (If being stalked by the others, this is extremely helpful.)
Knocker;
He's somewhat envious of your speed and stamina. You can run longer than him, your legs are ridiculously strong, you escape him with ease most of the time. What he does like though, is your little paws and ears. He likes to get up behind you if you're looking into a reflective surface, and tease you by doing bunny ears with his fingers just to annoy you. It's very cute. And when you're sleeping, he likes to squeeze your face and any facial fur you might have. He may or may not have a small collection of your fur in a jar somewhere.
However, he doesn't mind using your lower body as food when you do die. Since your lower torso and feet are just what a rabbit's would be, it'd technically be like eating rabbit meat, and he has probably made a stew with it before. Is this cannibalism? I have no clue.
August;
He loves your thighs, and if you're a girl, he especially likes your fluffy dewlap. (Basically a fat deposit around the neck for fur plucking for nests.) He also appreciates the chase you give him, making it genuinely difficult for him to catch you unless he teleports. He loves just playing with your dewlap like it's a stress ball, and the teeth chattering noise you make when he touches it. (It feels amazing.) He's one of the only ones allowed to pet you, when he isn't trying to stab you.
He can't get enough of the way you flail when you run out of energy though, how flat you go as you desperately try to gasp in a breath into your aching lungs. He loves when you ragdoll when you're out of breathe. Even better, when you show the highest form of trust; falling limply onto your side, with no cares or worries in the world. As if he isn't looming over you, knife in hand. That and your poor attempts at frightening or intimidating him- Most of the time, it doesn't work, but you've managed to surprise him a few times. When the light hits your eyes just right at night, and they glow- He could say you look even the slightest bit uncanny.
Extra, playmate.
You are wonderful.
They find you amusing. You are great at hide and seek without cheating. You can lay flatter than a rug, and hide under anything. Your nose is so diligent, you find them in even their best hiding spots. Sometimes it infuriates them, but they know you are still playing fair. The point of the game is to have fun anyways, and the only "rules" (that they never informed you of) are to use the abilities you have available to you, and you cannot go out of bounds. (Which is marked by deep lashes across an area of trees.)
They like your ears, legs, and nose the most. Your nose is twitchy, it reminds them of their own skin, their own bones. Your legs are constantly moving when you're anxious, thumping, tapping, leaning, just like them. Your ears listen closely, to every little noise, making it challenging for them to sneak up on you, but so much more rewarding when they do. They also think your ears are soft. They would like to use them to fall asleep. They do not sleep well, but the softness brings them some comfort, one that they cannot explain well in words.
They learn about you overtime. Every time you win, they start setting out prizes for you. Like getting sugar cane leaves or mint if they can find it, or simply just fruit. That, or a warm bed. (Either because they lit it on fire, or slept on your bed, pick your poison.)
Playmate, I imagine, struggles with being too handsy, often touching and pulling on you. They don't recognize personal space, and if they do, they still ignore it. Get used to constantly having them touch your ears or hair, because they're unbearable.
It was another cold night in your cabin, snow falling gently outside and covering the ground in a blanket of soft white. A normal night. Except for maybe one thing. You were curled up in bed with The Knocker, the man(?) who’d been trying to kill you for months now. He had taken a different approach today. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t doing well, or maybe he just wanted to be close to someone himself, but no matter the reason it was here now. When it found you today he dried your freshly fallen tears and pulled you into his warm embrace. Ignoring every instinct you had to fight him off you’d instead relaxed into its hold, and now here you were hours later. It was comforting. The way he ran his hand through your hair, or the occasional kiss pressed to your forehead or cheek. It should’ve freaked you out really, but it didn’t for some reason. You couldn’t really understand why, but you felt safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could ever happen to you as long as he was there.
He didn’t quite understand either. When it’d first found you he’d panicked a bit- the sight of your tears invoked a different feeling in him than they normally would. It confused him, he didn’t know what it was really. It felt weird, like a heart stopping pain in his chest. It expected you to pull away from its touches, maybe to freak out and hit him, but you didn’t. Sure you looked shocked but you didn’t try to escape. That meant something to him. The fact you leaned into his touch and cuddled further into his chest meant even more. He couldn’t understand you. He was a monster, something inhuman, yet here you were, gripping his hoodie like it was a lifeline and pushing yourself as close to him as possible. It was all too confusing- the peaceful look on your face, the way your eyes fluttered shut for minutes at a time before opening again.
He stayed with you like that until the morning. He watched over you as you fell asleep, pulling you a bit closer once he knew you were out cold. He considered leaving once he began to see rays of light peek in through the windows. Considered the fact that maybe waking up in his arms instead of an empty bed might scare you. And just as he was about to leave, he froze seeing your eyes flutter open. You didn’t react as he expected. You didn’t pull away or scream, but instead just about the happiest smile he’d ever seen crossed your face as you tightened your impossible grip on him. He hesitated then. Maybe he could stay for just a little while longer.
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@theknocked ahh sorry this took a little bit and is kinda short we tried🥹 we actually really enjoyed writing this one tho erm we hope you guys like it
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Edit bc this has been chilling in my drafts for a minute: finally manned up, updated and eveything is still intact, thank GOD. I played just yesterday (as of writing this edit) and I’m so happy to have this goober back in my life- apologies for the massive block of text before the actual headcanons!
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Assorted Knocker Headcanons!
TW/CW: stalking behavior, Stockholm syndrome mention (possibly used wrong…), not proofread,
Note- Reader is generally referred to as the player for the sake of making it for anyone!
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🪓- 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)
🪓- He can purr. (I own the Xbox addon that costs money and the sound cue for chases absolutely sounds like purring to me). It’s probably for the best that the player doesn’t comment on it, just because it’s… largely involuntary and he thinks it’s ridiculous that of all things he can do, one of them is purring like a tamed cat.
🪓 This guy does not smell pleasant. He’s constantly outside and he’s a literal stalker. On a good day he just smells like sweat.
(it irritates me when people say he probably just smells like tree sap)
📞 He’s always cold yet sweaty every second of the day. His hands are like ice cubes but his hoodie is always burning.
🪓 The easiest way to tell if he’s close is by his breathing, but by then it’s always too late.
📞 He’s in shape when it comes down to it, but not super muscular or skinny. I see him as pretty boxy. But he has to keep up with players constant running somehow.
🪓 He doesn’t align himself with any sexuality, he’s a humanoid creature. It only makes sense. He has no preferences, besides you of course.
📞 Probably a sadimasochist, he takes immense pleasure out of striking the fear of god into you. But he likes it when you fight back too. Adds to the fun.
🪓 He’s definitely obsessed with you, just not in the lovey dovey type way. Moreso in the “red means I love you way”.
📞 Speaking of which all of his bodily fluids are black. Do with that what you will.
🪓 if you become used to his presence and start speaking with him, he’ll definitely lean towards poosh’s knocker overtime.
📞 Touch starved in the worst way possible.
🪓 Most of the things he’s learned is from watching other players. He’s a visual learner.
📞 Abnormally tall, definitely leaning towards 7 feet.
🪓 produces a lot of saliva, just casually. It’s why he has so many smudges on his face from wiping it.
📞 The type to let you hear his axe fall to the ground right beside your bed.
🪓 A shit ton of invisible stains on his hoodie, you can feel the dried patches as well. Gross.
📞 The mockery never stops. Never.
🪓 maybe a little bit of knife play if you ever get there…
HM: unhealthy obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic orchestra
Hii, love ur works!! Could by any chance we get a Knocker x a reader who falls under the black cat trope and decides to curl up next to the knocker for the first time?
Feel free to ignore this ^^ have a good day/night! <3
okay im finally getting to this
THE KNOCKER X BLACKCAT!READER!!!! (trope)
🪓 the knocker materializes on your bed once again, expecting you to avoid him once more; or maybe shoo him away. He's in a comfortable position, kind of laying back, kind of sitting. Just expecting you.
– he keeps sitting as still as he can, that weird ass smile forming as you open the door,
" knock knock " he puurrred out, you barely acknowledge him. Walking right past your bed and messing with your chests, organizing a bit.
when you're finished, you turn to the bed,
...
🪓 hes quite surprised when you decide to actually lay down beside him. delightfully surprised he was. This affection coming from you was new to him.
he hesitates, then places a hand on your head, to pet you. Hoping that isn't overstepping boundaries.