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(Male Reader x The Obsessed [Minecraft Horror Mod])
Frotting, stalking, language barrier, yandere?/obsessive, monster, bizarre dick, no penetration, smut and fluff, some horror
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It started with little glimpses in the corner of your eyes. Something is always standing there, barely out of view and watching you from a distance. Trying to survive was hard enough, but now you had another thing to worry about.
One day, you finally spotted it. In the darkness of dense woods while you were fighting off the monsters of the night, you saw those glowing white eyes and that ominous smile just behind a tree, watching you. Making eye contact was the last thing you should have done, a grave mistake that only bound it to you and fueled its obsession and curiosity. From that night on, paranoia has plagued your mind.
Caves seem suffocating, and the night seems so heavy, every shadow resembling its dark body, every corner a possibility that it might be right there, waiting to catch you off guard.
When the sun begins to fall, all you can do is sit on your bed and wait in silence, listening. Shadows play across the windows, and you know it's watching you right now, but you can't find it. It feels hard to breathe and your head is on a swivel. The flames of the torches illuminating your home flicker every now and then, your eyes darting around at every window. Your body is tense and coiled up, your hand squeezing the handle of your iron sword so hard that it's bleeding.
Of course, like clockwork, the allure of sleep creeps up on you again.
But no, you refuse your own needs.
You can't fall asleep. Even in your dreams, you can't find peace. Your view of the world has since been warped and distorted.
So you sit there and listen, your breaths slowing down, eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Your hand loosens on the handle of your weapon, and you begin to flicker from on and off, from consciousness and unconsciousness. Your body sways gently, eventually falling onto the bed and laying on your side. Your sword clatters onto the wooden floor but you're too tired.
You began to drift off.
But at the last moment, before your eyes were sealed shut, you saw it at the foot of your bed, looking over you. From its back, eight more limbs resembling spider legs sprawled out, twitching. You can hear it breathing, but you're too tired.
And in the morning, you will awaken once more, your body covered in sweat and your hair a complete mess. You pant softly, looking around your home in a hurry. Your heart skips a beat.
All of the torches in your home have been replaced with redstone torches. It was here, and it wants to make sure you know it.
You clumsily jump out of bed, trying to ignore your morning wood as you head outside and into the sun. It's a sunny day.
You stumble a bit as you look around, the warmth of the sun soothing you a bit. There's no one for miles. You're out here on your own.
As you head back in to grab some food to eat, you feel abnormally relaxed. All you can wonder is why?
Why didn't it kill you? What does it really want with you?”
Eventually, you had to go out hunting again and mining. When you were coming home, you noticed a withered rose next to the doors.
Quite odd. Maybe it doesn't want to kill you afterall… or maybe it just enjoys playing with its food. Who knows? All you know is that you're still alive.
You head back inside and make a pot before digging up the withered rose and putting it in, keeping the rose as decoration. This only made it happier.
Over time, it just got more and more curious, closer and closer. At night, you would see it, and it would see you. You make eye contact with it again, and it notices, quickly scurrying off as if shy. The nightmares quickly ceased as your view of the monster shifted.
These little encounters don't stop any time soon, they only get more frequent. One day, while you were at a river and exploring the land, you heard rapid footsteps approaching from behind you. When you turned around with your sword drawn, there was nothing. In another encounter, you made eye contact with it again but this time, it didn't feel. This time, it mimicked your every movement for a little bit, its smile never faltering. After a bit, it crouched down and began to dig in the ground, leaving a gift for you before scurrying off once more. A diseased hairball.
One night though, something very different happened. You couldn't sleep with all the mobs nearby, so with your shield and sword, you headed out to kill them. Unfortunately, you were outnumbered, until it appeared again.
Seeing you get hurt seemed to make it upset, so it protected you. You watched as it brutally and swiftly attacked the smaller mobs, getting hurt in the process but never faltering. This not only proved that it could kill you if it wanted to, but also that it has gotten attached to you in some kind of twisted way.
When all was peaceful and quiet again, it ran away once more into the woods, wounded but satisfied to know you’re safe. It's fascination of you had turned into a possessive, dangerous obsession.
You were grateful more than anything, and you were curious about it as well. You began giving it your own gifts, cooked food and golden apples, which it happily took before scurrying off again. Its constant presence and watch over you slowly turned from unsettling to comforting.
One night as you climbed into bed, ready to get some rest, it appeared again. Something seemed different with it though. You realized that it had two forms, its usual self and this form before you, with arachnid legs coming out from its back.
You were already comfortable in bed when it entered your home and stood before you again, smiling brightly. You aren't asleep yet, allowing you to actually get a closer look at the monster. It seems it's feeling bold tonight.
You sit up a bit, startling the creature a bit before it slowly begins to climb onto the bed. Your breath hitches as it gets closer, crawling over you and looking you straight in the eyes.
You swallow nervously, taking in its presence before chuckling. “What are you?” You asked.
It reacts to the sound of your voice, enjoying the sounds before trying to mimic your words, its voice much more grating, rough and deep compared to yours.
“What a-are you-you?” It repeats, causing you to laugh.
Slowly, you cup its face. Its eyes widen for a moment before shutting whilst it nuzzles into your warm hands.
“Hah… You're… kinda cute, huh?”
“Hff… ghhhhurrr… hmnnnhh… k-kinda… cute… mmmh…” It groans dryly.
Its hands pull away the covers before hesitantly grabbing your waist, gently squeezing and feeling your firm body. Your touch is something it has never felt before, and it wants more. You grunt in surprise when it pushes you back onto your bed, its hands finding their way beneath your shirt. Despite all of this being so bizarre, you don't mind it at all, which only fuels its sense of adventure.
Your skin feels warm and soft, like nothing its ever felt before. Its hands freely explore, rubbing certain areas like your abdomen, squeezing your chest, trying to quench the curiosity. All of a sudden, it cups your face, just like you did to it. You look deeply into its eyes as it holds you, hundreds of questions in your mind. Despite them being cold, you can't help but nuzzle into its hands as well, humming with satisfaction and catching the monster by surprise.
Its hands begin to trail downwards with more purpose, grabbing your shirt before tearing it off, causing you to grunt. Yet, you don't stop it. A part of you wants to see where this is going, what it wants from you.
You watch as it leans down closer to your chest, sniffing before a long tongue begins to drag across your skin, leaving trails of saliva. Your face burns up a bit and you let out a groan, the sensation definitely new but also not totally unpleasant. Your hands come up to hold its head, causing it to stop for a moment to look up at you before proceeding. When its tongue laps at your nipples, your entire body tenses up, which it takes note of. You enjoy the attention, arousal bubbling and boiling in your belly, breaths quickening. It notices every change in your, every little noise and bodily reaction that arises, and it wants to see what else you can do.
As it tastes you and enjoys your flavor, its hands reach down and grab your pants, slowly tearing them off as well. Clearly, it knows what it wants, and it knows where to get it.
You huff in disappointment when it pulls its tongue away from your body, only to now notice the thing hanging between its legs. Well, at least now you know it's a guy, a big guy at that.
He eventually notices where you’re looking and tilts his head curiously, letting out a little rhythmic, faint growl as if trying to say, ‘like what you see?’. He leans in again and nuzzles his face against yours, pressing your bodies more closely together as the limbs on its back begin to close in around the two of you in a protective fashion. You're only in your undergarments now, hugging this beast back with a nervous chuckle.
“Gee, I wonder what you're up to, big fella…” You look back up at him and kiss his face, causing him to let out a raspy trill.
At this point, you're just… going with the flow, seeing where this takes you! Why overthink it?
The limbs on its back creak and crack ominously, twitching behind him as he begins to kiss you, an action he only learned just now. Everything about you is driving him nuts, your smell, your touch, your voice. His length, a thick, slimy black tentacle, is throbbing excitedly. You can feel its heavy weight resting on your groin, your undergarments damp from his fluids and he grinds against you. Your own cock is hardening, the stimulating from the way he's humping against you feeling so amazing.
He leans in and licks your face affectionately, looking into your eyes and trying to look for something, perhaps a confirmation. You perk a brow in response and grin, giving him a quick peck on his face.
“What is it? What are you looking for?”
He responds by putting a hand on your chest, right over your beating heart. “L-Look… Looking f-f-fff…ff-o-ooorr…” He leans down to listen to your heart.
Even he doesn't know what he's asking for. Intimacy? Affection? Love? He doesn't understand any of it, but he's willing to learn.
You chuckle and pet his head soothingly, and when he looks up at you, all you see are glowing eyes and a bright smile.
All of a sudden, his hands grab at your undergarments and rip them off too, your face turning bright red. He looks down curiously, taking in your nude form with interest.
“Hey… Y-You tore up all my clothes…” You groaned, sitting up a bit.
His hands move up to your waist, helping you sit up fully before moving closer to you and pressing your shafts together. The both of you seem mesmerized by the way your cocks seem to throb in sync, your fluids combining to make a mess. He stares at the situation a bit longer, as if comparing your lengths, thrusting a bit and enjoying the sensation. Then, he looks back up at you and lets out a coughing noise that sounds like a playful laugh. His cock looks much different than yours, and not only in size. It's slimy, already completely covered in fluid, and looks like a thick, black tentacle sprouting from his body.
You scoff and smirk, using both of your hands and wrapping your fingers around both of your length, keeping them glued together as you begin to pump. The monster tenses up, claws digging into your bed as he watches you work, and you gasp in amazement. The sensation feels incredible. He watches intently, glancing back and forth from your face to your hands. His body shudders, and he's growling hungrily, clearly enjoying your touch and the way your cock throbs against his. His tongue drops out of his mouth and he throws his head back, shutting his eyes and losing himself in your touch. Your hands glide easily up and down your shafts, his every reaction only urging you to keep going.
The slimy bodily fluid feels amazing, lubricating your cocks nicely. The room is filled with the smell of arousal and the sounds of wet pumps and groans. His cock is more sensitive than yours, leading him to shudder and whine with every slow pump. Your hands began quickening in speed, gliding up and down faster. He grits his teeth, grabbing you by your waist and holding you even closer. He never wants to forget this, the way your cock feels against his, the way your heart beats against your chests.
You continue speeding up, your fingers firmly wrapped around the two lengths while you groan with satisfaction. “Fuck yes… aha… this feels amazing…!~” You chuckled.
He groans in reply and looks down at you, leaning forwards to slowly lick your face, his entire body shaking. You chuckle and close the distance a bit more, pressing your lips against his… mouth, and pushing your tongue into his mouth. One of his hands holds you by the waist while the other keeps you close to him by the back of your head. He awkwardly kisses you back, moving his tongue against yours and making noises that sound like whimpering.
As you start to get close to your climax, you assume he is as well. Your strokes slow down but become more firm and sloppy. The feeling of your sensitive head rubbing against his skin feels absolutely amazing.
“Oh… oh my… fuck… I'm getting so close, hahah!!~ Aaaah… L-Let's cum together, yeah??~” You strained through gritted teeth, pumping the two shafts from tip to base, over and over, squeezing them more tightly together.
He seems to understand you, drooling and growling ferally, eyes locking with yours as his cock throbs. “C-Cum… cum… togetherr… grhgh…!!~”
You chuckle breathily, speeding up your pumps again. Your bodies tense up, preparing for the rapidly approaching climax.
“Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh!! I-I'm cumming!!~”
“C-C-Cum… Cumming…!!~ HRGHAH…!!!”
It was almost perfectly in sync. The two of you cum together, your visions flashing white as you paint each other, your hands, and the bed with your thick cum. You continue stroking through the climax, helping squeeze out all that splooge all the while panting heavily with a wide grin. His own cock twitches and throbs a couple more times, his potent and more abundant sperm covering your hands and body a bit. The sight of your body in the moonlight, covered in his baby batter, seems to fill him with a sense of love and pride.
“W-Woah!” You exclaimed as he collapsed onto you, arms wrapped around your body and keeping you so close as he soothingly licks your skin. “Haha… mmm… so… cute…” You chuckle and yawn, his closeness putting you at ease.
“C-Cuuuuuuute…” He drawls in reply, his breaths steadying with yours as he rests his head against your chest.
You aren't afraid of him anymore, you only feel safe now. . His hands stroke your skin ever so cautiously, his weight against yours, bodies merged together. Your arms wrap around him as well and you yawn again. Gradually, feeling so absolutely at peace, you began drifting off. Even if this is only a very realistic dream, you don't ever want it to end.
Now, you were without a doubt all his. Now he was sure you would make a perfect mate and a perfect parent for his offspring.
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