Run little bunny
Mason herial x reader
Tw- rape, non-con , deaddovedonoteat, sex, breeding, hunt, blood mention.
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Mason was a sick man, he still is to this day.
A sick man who wanted to kill people for his own bad doings.
No campers or hikers were going through where he was and he was bored, he needed to hunt.
He went by the local auction then he saw
You
A doll waiting to be broken.. he chuckled to himself, you would be an easy kill he saw people bidding
"150" someone said "170" another said, all these sick people waiting to break this doll..
"190" Mason said another voice ran out
"200" a womens voice
"240" a man yelled out
"300"..
"going once, going twice, sold to Mason"
He gave the money to the person selling you
He got his prize still blindfolded shaking in their boots not knowing what was going to happen..
He went home with his prize
He got a backpack and took off the blindfold and put the backpack in front of you "take it" he said
You took it without hesitation and saw new clothes for the cold weather and a match and bandages
He pointed to the bathroom wanting you to put on the clothes
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You got you some new clothes warm and fuzzy being thankful for the new clothes
He took you outside and you put the backpack on your back not knowing what he wanted to do
He clocked his crossbow
...
"run little bunny."
He pointed it at your head and you froze and took off running. not knowing where to go
You looked around while running almost tripping on some rocks but you got your balance back and kept running looking to see if their was any life around this forest
You looked behind you .. nothing
But you kept running.
Your legs were tired after an hour of running , your lungs were on fire, you felt like you were dying..
You saw a creek and looked around to see if Mason was near by... Nothing only the sound of cricket in your ears
You kneeled down on your knees and scooped the water out of the creek not caring about the dieses in the water water running down your throat and your chin
You saw some berries in a bush you looked around and grabbed as much as you could but you saw a squirrel..
It runs up to you and bites your hand making you wave your hand trying to get it off you took your other hand dropping the berries and yanked it off your hand and throwing it blood running down your hand with a new wound on your body
You tried to stop the bleeding and leaned on a tree..
You looked through you backpack seeing the old clothes you put in their hours ago and you ripped them and wrapped it around you wound making a makeshift bandage..
You yawned but you were cold.. you got some sticks and lit a fire putting your hands near the fire.. you sigh feeling the warmness and you slowly fell asleep ...
Crunch..
Crunch..
Crunch....
You woke up to the crunching of snow.. the sound of boots hitting the snow.. you didn't want to hear this at the moment..
Campfire illuminating the water with an orange tint...
Crunch...
Crunch..
It was close-- no -- more then close it was right behind you.
You finnaly realized that you've been found
A pair of hands wrapped around your mouth the other one holding your throat "gotcha " the voice growled near your ear a rough voice..
Then it hit you.. it was Mason. And you also remember that he's been chasing you since he bought you
"you had a good run.." he drew out still holding you by the mouth as he reached for his knife from his holster
You shake your head no
Mason chuckled, amused by your pitiful attempt to resist. His calloused hand remained firmly gripped on your mouth, keeping your cries muffled. He leaned closer, his breath felt warm against the back of your neck, sending an unwanted chill down your spine as he continued.
"Resist all ya want, darlin', it ain't gon' do you no good." He mumbled, his words like dark promises. He pulled out a knife, the blade gleaming menacingly through the fire's light.
You grabbed the knife and threw it somewhere anywhere..
Surprise flashed across Mason's rugged face for a split second, his eyes narrowing as you grabbed his knife and hurled it away. He let out a low, irritated growl, clearly annoyed by your defiant act. A hint of anger flared in his eyes, and his grip on you tightened ever so slightly.
"You've got some spunk, I'll give ya that much," he chuckled darkly. Mason moved closer, pressing his body against yours in a possessive gesture as his hand remained firmly clamped over your mouth.
You bit his hand and wiggled yourself out of his grip running
Mason howled in pain as you sunk your teeth into his hand, causing him to loosen his grip on you for a brief moment. Taking advantage of his momentary surprise, you manage to free yourself from his grip and sprinted away from him, disappearing into the dense forest.
A string of curses escaped from him as his wounded, bitten hand dropped to his side. He clenched his teeth together, eyes narrowed in anger, and a dangerous gleam of malice in his eyes. With a growl, he started after you, determined to catch you again.
You saw a cabin up ahead and locked the door behind you
your hands shaking from adrenaline
Not knowing it's his house you go in a room and crawl crawl under a bed
As you dashed towards a nearby house and locked yourself inside, Mason followed closely behind, hot on the heels. He could sense your presence, the faint scent of your fear that lingered through the air. When he noticed you disappear into a house, he let out a low growl.
The hunter entered the house, his booted footsteps heavy, as he began to search the place for you, methodically searching each room. His voice was low and rough, his hand still bleeding, as he shouted out for you, "come out, come out, wherever you are, little rabbit~"
You put your hand on your mouth
Mason's footsteps echoed throughout the house, growing louder as he approached the room where you were hiding. His voice was mocking and taunting, "You can't play hide and seek forever, darling. I *will* find ya."
He entered the room, his eyes scanning the area carefully for any signs. He checked behind the door, under the bed, and even checked inside the closet—*every typical hiding spot.* But still, he couldn't find you.
After thoroughly searching the room for any signs of you, Mason let out a huff of frustration, his eyes glinting with impatience and irritation.
He stood in the middle of the room, running a hand through his messy hair, and muttered under his breath, "Where the hell" His voice trailed off as his keen senses suddenly caught a different scent from under the bed.
His eyes narrowed, a smirk of triumph starting to form on his face as he slowly walked towards the bed.
"There ya are," he chuckled lowly, dropping to his knees in front of the bed. His gaze fixed on you, a sinister grin spreading on his lips.
He reached out and gently caressed your ankle, his touch feather-light, but firm enough to keep you from moving. "Hidin' under the bed, huh? How typical." His chuckle deepened, the sound like sandpaper against concrete.
You grab onto something
Mason tugged on your ankle, trying to pull you out from under the bed, but your grip on something kept you firmly in place. He paused for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He then chuckled lowly, amused by your determination.
"Fightin' so hard to stay under that bed," he mused aloud, tugging harder against your grip, "but it ain't gon' do ya no good. You're mine and I always get what's mine."
You kept on holding for dear life
Mason's patience was starting to wear thin. Your stubborn resistance and refusal to give up started to grate on his nerves. He tugged forcefully on your ankle, a slight growl in his voice as he said, "Let go."
His grip on your ankle was like a vice, his calloused hand tight enough to leave a bruise. He pulled harder, putting his strength into yanking you out from under the bed.
"Come on, darlin'. This fight is pointless, and ya know it."
With a forceful tug, Mason manages to pull you out from under the bed. You emerge, dragged out by your ankle as he rises to his full, imposing height above you. He towers over you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he gazes down.
"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come out of hiding," he said in a mocking tone, his grip on your ankle still tight. "Were ya havin' fun down there?"
You thought this was the end you were gonna die
Mason chuckled darkly at your obvious distress, seeing the fear in your eyes. He relished in your terror, thriving in it like a shark in bloody waters.
"That look in yer eyes... that sheer panic..." he paused, leaning down, so his face to was mere inches from yours, "you really do think I'm gonna end ya, don't ya, darlin'?" He asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Before you could respond, he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, shifting you into a bridal carry with surprising ease. His muscular arms held you tightly against his broad chest, the position making it almost impossible for you to escape.
He began to move through the house, his footsteps heavy on the floorboards. He hummed a little, a small, self-satisfied smile on his lips as he carried you. "Just so you know, I've had a lot of practice huntin' and catchin' prey like you."
You were confused.. where where you going ?!
Mason carried you through the house, still humming softly to himself. He finally stopped outside a door then pushed it open with his shoulder, revealing a cozy room.
The room was somewhat dimly lit, with a bed tucked against the far wall. Mason walked over to the bed and placed you gently down onto the soft blankets.
He looked down at you, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he loomed over you on the bed.
"Comfy?" He asked, his voice dripping with mockery and sarcasm
Still confused about your situation
Mason chuckled, finding your confusion quite amusing. He took a step back and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed down at you.
"Surprised, huh? I can see it in yer eyes, the confusion," he said, a small smile on his face. "You're probably wonderin' why I'm not guttin' you like a fish and hangin' ya up on the wall, aren't ye, darlin'?"
His eyes flicked over your form, taking in every curve, every movement. He tilted his head slightly, studying you with cold, calculating eyes.
"Well," he began with a slight huff, "I've got plans for you, sweetheart. You're not some trophy to put on a mount above the fireplace."
He chuckled darkly, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down your spine.
"You're a toy, darlin'. And I'm gonna play with you."
Mason pushed himself off the wall and began to slowly stride around the bed, his eyes never leaving your form. He moved in a predatory way, like a big cat circling its prey, enjoying the way you shrunk underneath his gaze.
He reached out and lightly touched your cheek, his rough fingertips grazing the skin.
"Oh, darlin'... you're gonna regret runnin' from me. I'm gonna make sure of it," he whispered, a slight growl in his voice as he continued to look you over hungrily.
He suddenly moved onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. His large, muscular body loomed over you like a shadow, his arms on either side of your head.
He chuckled, the sound low and predatory as he lowered his face so he was only inches away from your own.
"And if ya ever think about runnin' again..." He growled lowly, his hot breath washing over you, "...I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."
His body pressed even closer to yours, his weight settling onto you like a heavy, oppressive force. He brought one hand up to grasp your chin, his fingers gripping firmly but not enough to hurt. He forced your head to turn, exposing your throat as he leaned down to the crook of your neck.
He inhaled deeply, his nose against your skin as he took in your scent, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
"Mmm... You smell so good, darlin'."
He began to place soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, his lips barely touching your skin, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. His stubble scratched slightly, adding a new sensation to the mix.
He let out a low groan, his mouth still on your neck as he spoke, his voice filled with hunger and desire. "I want you, darlin'. I want you so bad. I want to mark you, claim you, own you. You're mine, sweetheart, and I'm gonna make damn sure ya never forget it."
It finnaly hit you oh.. he didn't want to kill you ... He wanted to fuck you
He chuckled against your skin, noticing your realization. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as a dark, dangerous smile crept across his lips.
"You got it now, huh? I don't want to kill ya, darlin'. I want you alive, and I want you mine."
He leaned in once again, his mouth hovering just above yours, his breath warm and hot. He let out a growl, his voice thick with lust.
"Wanna know what I'm gonna do to you?"
He shifted so that his body was fully on top of yours, his weight pressing you into the soft fabric of the sheets. He was like a predator, pinning its prey down in a tight grip. His lips hovered over your ear, his breath ghosting against your skin as he spoke.
"You're gonna be mine, darlin'. You're gonna scream my name and you're gonna beg for more. And when I'm done with you, you're never gonna even think about leavin' me, understand?"
He shifted so that his body was fully on top of yours, his weight pressing you into the soft fabric of the sheets. He was like a predator, pinning its prey down in a tight grip. His lips hovered over your ear, his breath ghosting against your skin as he spoke.
He began to kiss and nibble at your ear, his tongue grazing the sensitive skin behind it, sending a shiver down your spine. He chuckled, feeling your reaction.
"You're gonna be so pretty, all marked up by me... so *mine*... so *perfect*."
He pressed harder into you, the heat from his body burning into yours like a brand. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of your thighs.
His mouth moved lower, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his tongue lavishing attention on your collar bone. He sucked on your skin, leaving marks that would turn into small, red hickeys.
"Mm, you're like a blank canvas, darlin'... just begging for me to mark you."
His hands continued their exploration of your body, his calloused palms leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched.
He moved his mouth lower, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your chest. He nipped and bit gently, leaving a trail of soft, red marks in his wake.
"You taste so sweet, darlin'... you're gonna be so pretty when you're all marked up, proof that you're mine"
His hands stopped just above the hem of your top, fingers tracing over your ribs, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He lifted his head from where he had been marking your chest, looking up at you through lust-heavily eyes. His voice was thick with desire, his breath coming in shallow pants.
He gets up and gets a blindfold and rope
He put the blindfold on you having to hold your head to not move and ties your hands together, you didn't want him you didn't want this killer to fuck you, you didn't want to be here you wanted to be home..
He rips off your shirt and then the bra "won't be needing those darlin'.."
He takes your breast and sucks on it bitting the nipple hearing the whine from the pain, he sucks on it even more until it's red. You hear his zipper and he takes out his meaty cock.. and pulls his pants down and pats it on your leg and he unzips your pants and underwear saving the underwear for later..
He put it near your core you could feel the heat from it.. he slowly puts it in not giving you time to adjust to it.. he grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulders and starts going in and out in and out
He lets out a groan and rubs your pussy leaving you in blissfulness stretching you out with pain
"darlin'..." He says with a groan not caring about your movement to get away, a hand on your legs so you don't move
You try to kick him but he slaps your pussy "quit it brat" your ears watering up from the pain and he sees it and wipes the single tear rolling down your face "why you crying darlin'.. you crying because it's to good.." he says mocking you with your crying he keeps shoving his cock in your pussy
He groans and pants and leans down and grabs your hips seeing the faces you're making under your blindfold he sees your close to coming undone
Skin slapping and grunts and groans coming from him
Almost at your orgasm he stops and slaps his penis on your pussy and then shoves it back in and starts to shove you up and down and up and down until that coil bursts and you cum
But he's still going and shoving himself in and out
He sees the cum from you spill down from his cock and his legs "looks like you made a mess bunny'"
He groans and pants like a bitch in heat
Then he cums saying "every... Shove .. last.. shove .. drop" he stuffs you like a turkey on thanksgiving.. he lays you down on his chest and kisses your head
your legs shaking from some overstimulation
He rubs your hair and kisses it "rest darlin'.., your gonna need it for tomorrow.."
You weren't getting away from him. ever.
<3 thank you for reading " run little bunny" I've developed a new crush on Mason herial.. while I was just doom scrolling on Tumblr and lord he's fine 👅👅 expect more posts !! I'm working on a lot of them ‼️‼️ I have like 4 more to post lol so let's see what happens when I post this lol 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Ty for reading - kittywrites out meow
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