#Mason heiral x reader

[mothwingwritings]

Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh Sleeping Headcanons 🌙💤🛌

Hello everyone! In between fics I have been working on some headcanons, like this one, for your reading pleasure. :) It's some bedtime/sleeping arrangement scenarios feat. you and our favorite murderous companions. <3 It’s dedicated to all the sleepy individuals out there that just want to hit the hay and snooze the day away-I feel you and you are valid. Also there is a bonus plushie headcanon for each character because why not! If you don’t have at least stuffed creature on your bed, this is your sign to love yourself. Go acquire a friend and snuggle up with him, I demand it. ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

DUE TO THE NATURE OF THESE HEADCANONS AND THE SOURCE MATERIAL, 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

Warnings: abuse/abusive relationships, noncon/dubcon, forced cuddling, forced interaction, forced relationships, implied kidnapping, being held against your will, reader is threatened and hurt, mentions of/implied sex, very lightly edited.

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Ren/Fox🦊

·         Exceptionally clingy when he sleeps. Honestly like a suction cup. Regardless of if he’s the little or big spoon, he’ll be latched to you the whole night. Wiggle and complain as much as you like, he’s not relinquishing his hold.

·         Even if you two are just taking a little nap together, he always has to have some kind of skin contact with you. Holding hands, cuddling, a limb draped over you, something.  He needs the reminder that you are there and that you aren’t going anywhere, he can’t sleep peacefully without it.

·         He’s warm. Too warm, really. Uncomfortably warm. In winter this poses no problem, but during the summer it’s nearly unbearable. You need to crank the AC to keep yourself from melting into a puddle of sweat, but the added cold only makes him cling to you tighter, increasing the heat. He doesn’t seem to mind the warmth at all and takes offense if you try and voice your irritation, giving you an earful (if not worse) over how you need to be more grateful for the affection he douses you with, warning that if you don’t watch yourself, next time it snows you’ll be camping outside with nothing but the clothes on your back. We’ll see how much you miss his warmth then.

·         He’s a night owl, but he also somehow always wakes up before you do. It’s not uncommon for you to be awoken by an eager beastkin shoving a homemade breakfast in your face, excited to start his day with his love by sharing breakfast in bed with you and watching anime. <3

·         Though sometimes he gets a little too excited in the morning, and if that’s the case you’ll be waking up to a very handsy man pawing at you, kissing any and every place his lips can reach, pressing himself against you so you can feel just how excited he is. It’s a good thing you are in bed because by the time he’s done you’ll be so worn out you’ll need some more rest. ^^;

·         Also, he is an avid fan of plushies. If you also collect them your bed is going to be 90% plushies and he is 100% going to use that as an excuse to be squeezed on the bed with you as close as physically possible so as you all can have room. None of them are allowed on the floor, no man is left behind, and he’ll make sure you all fit whether it is comfortable or not.

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Lawrence🌿

·         Lawrence is the exact opposite of Ren when it comes to contact. Though he may fall asleep with you in his arms (or vice versa), he very quickly grows uncomfortable with the prolonged contact, his body used to being the sole person in his bed. Very shortly after he falls asleep, he will unconsciously push you away to try and create distance. No matter how much he may yearn for your contact in his waking hours, he has no control over his subconscious actions. Often times the shoving is much rougher than it needs to be, abruptly (and painfully) waking you up in the process.

·         However, this does not deter him from making you sleep with him. Even if he ends up damn near shoving you off the bed, he wants you to be close to him for as long as and as much as possible.

·         Lawrence is basically nocturnal, and even if you are also a night owl there are bound to be some times when your sleep schedules don’t fall in line with each other. He gets a little excited when you fall asleep when he is awake, taking pleasure in watching you as you slumber. The way you lay near him, completely unguarded and quiet, only the slow rise and fall of your chest denoting that you are alive at all… It does something for him. More than once you’ve woken up to him standing over you, face flushed and tears in his eyes as he’s pumping his dick to the sight of your passed out form. If you wake before he can finish himself, he’s gonna use you to complete the job.

·         In fact, he just likes to stare at you while you sleep in general. He doesn’t have to feel anxious or worried of how you may perceive his gawking if you aren’t aware it’s happening to begin with. It’s a nice chance to really take in and appreciate your beauty without facing any backlash, and it comforts him to know you trust him enough to fall that deeply into slumber in his presence.

·         Doesn’t really get the point of plushies and never really had a strong attachment to stuffed animals as a child, so he doesn’t have any of his own and has no desire to own any. He thinks it’s cute that you like them though, and won’t deny you if you want to take one or two to bed with you. If you gift him one, he’ll be flustered but thankful, hugging it when he is unable to hug you. The little friend is a perfect cuddle buddy for when your sleep schedules don’t align and he doesn’t want to disturb you once you have fallen asleep.

·         Just be mindful that if he gets agitated or you piss him off, he’ll definitely destroy your beloved stuffies, tearing them to shreds with either his bare hands or any of the gardening  tools he has lying around. He’ll instantly feel bad if you begin to cry over it, but at that point it’s too late. It’s best to stop the tears before he turns the assault towards you.

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Strade🔪

·         Strade is all over the place when he sleeps. It doesn’t matter how big the bed is or how little space you take up in it, his presence is unavoidable. You can try and create as much distance as physically possible, scrunching yourself up in a corner in hopes that he doesn’t come in contact with you, and you’ll still end up with him sprawled all over you come morning.

·         He’s also loud. Snoring, grunting, talking in his sleep, he’s so noisy it’s a wonder you can get any sleep at all. You get used to it after a while (you don’t have a choice), but each time he nudges you in his sleep or wakes you up with a particularly loud snore, it’s all just another unpleasant reminder you are stuck with him, unable to find tranquility even in your dreams.

·         He has a tendency to latch on to and keep a close hold of whatever is closest to him while he sleeps. The moment he looks even slightly drowsy you try and stay away from him, not thrilled with the prospect of being smashed up against him for hours on end while he’s pleasantly off in dreamland. Were it anyone else or any other situation, you may find the clinginess endearing, but with Strade it’s just extremely uncomfortable and confusing. You spend the whole time unsure if you want him to wake up and let you go (and thus have to deal with an alert and active monster) or if you want to remain silent and just put up with it, thankful for the rare moment of peace.

·         He sleeps the best after successfully finding and securing a new victim, the gusto and energy that he puts towards spending time with his new ‘friend’ leaves him completely spent by the end of the day. A tired Strade is usually a good thing for you-if he’s worn out, he’s less likely to bother or hurt you. However the opposite is also true, if he hasn’t been able to blow off steam in a while he’ll grow antsy and restless, and he’s bound to make his lack of sleep and overall disgruntlement your problem. Regardless, you won’t get much sleep either way, as you find no contentment in either situation.

·         Though they aren’t really his thing, he is amused by your plushies. While he can see the appeal of them, the only real interest he takes in them is how you react to them. Which ones are your favorite, do you favor one character or animal over another, do you prefer the big and fluffy or small and squishy? Most importantly though, he wants to know how deeply your fondness for them extends and how/if he can use that as a persuasive tool against you in the future. Should they prove to be a promising means of coercion, prepare for quite a few new plush friends to keep you company in the future. :)

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Celia👩‍💼

·         She’s an early riser. Not necessarily because she wants to so much as it’s engrained in her from years of putting in overtime at her corporate job. If you try and pull her back into bed she’ll gripe at you, but is secretly happy that you are willingly making yourself a scapegoat for her laziness. Though on days she absolutely has to get up early, you best be getting up right alongside her to help her get ready for the day or you will be deeply regretting it. She always takes precedence, you can sleep more when she leaves.

·         She’s on edge most of the time and is overall a very light sleeper. If you snore or toss and turn too much, she’ll get pissed off and roughly shove you awake, grumbling obscenities while complaining about how annoying you are being. If she can’t sleep, she certainly isn’t going to let you sleep either.

·         Even if you aren’t a noisy or restless sleeper, she’ll still find constant things to gripe about regarding your sleeping arrangement. Either you take up too much room, or you are encroaching on her personal space, or you have some other sleeping habit she finds grating that you have no control over because you are unconscious when you do it. She doesn’t ever seem overly pleased to share sleeping space with you, and you often wonder why she doesn’t just banish you to the couch or some other place to get your rest.

·         And yet, she never does make you sleep elsewhere.  In fact, it only makes her MORE pissed off if you suggest it, taking it as a personal offense that you don’t want to spend time with her. She won’t admit it to you, but the act of sleeping near someone she doesn’t positively loathe or who isn’t trying to use her in some way is one of the few things that really brings her peace. Even if it’s against your will, having you in bed with her soothes her. It’s honestly the best sleep she has had in ages.

·         She’s not a huge cuddler, but she does like physical confirmation that you are near. Often times she’ll reach out in the night to grab your hand or drape her arm across your body, never smothering, but just enough contact to assure that you are still by her side.

·         She staunchly refuses to have any stuffed animals in her bed, telling you she finds them childish and stupid (whether she actually feels this way or is just pissed you are trying to bring things into her bed that take up even more space is debatable). If she finds any plushies you are hiding she will most likely throw them away on sight. You may be able to get away with a little one, but that’s only if she doesn’t find it or is feeling extremely benevolent.

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Derek🦂

·         The only time Derek shows any kind of ‘affection’ is when he sleeps. Like Strade, he likes to secure himself to things while he slumbers, and if he doesn’t fall asleep with an item (you) already in his arms at some point in the night, he will subconsciously grab onto something (also you) and not relent until he wakes the next morning.

·         The way he clings to you can almost be considered sweet. Wrapping his arms around you securely, burying his face into your chest or the crux of your neck as he snuggles up against you as close as physically possible, it makes you momentarily forget what a monster the man beside you actually is. It’s almost as if he’s a child huddled up close to a parent, seeking comfort from the things that go bump in the night.  The spell is broken if he happens to be awoken during one of these cuddle sessions, and he’ll take out his embarrassment over the situation by treating you even crueler than he typically does.

·         One of the few niceties he allows you is sleeping in his bed as opposed to the floor-but it comes at a price.  It’s an honor to be able to sleep next to him nightly in his huge, plush, expensive bed, an honor far too good for the likes of you. He expects to be compensated for his generosity, so you’d best be ready to do any and everything he asks or desires at the drop of a hat, no matter how degrading or agonizing it may be. If you want to keep this privilege while preventing as much suffering as possible, you’ll do as he says. (Then again, it’s not like he really needs your active participation to force what he wants out of you, but he does like when you obey him ‘willingly’ and has a tendency to be a smidge less cruel when you follow his instruction).

·         He usually forces you to either sleep nude or in some very compromising/uncomfortable/embarrassing negligee that covers so little you mine as well BE naked. He’s a blanket hog too, and has a penchant for cranking up the AC at night, leaving your only source of warmth to be curling up beside him. You try and fight it at first, but you inevitably give in when the chill gets to be too much (also you aren’t too keen on getting ill in his presence, swallowing your pride is worth it if you can avoid more suffering).

·         He will mercilessly make fun of and belittle you for any stuffed animals you may have or try to sleep with. He’ll infantilize you, asking if you need a binky to go with your stuffy, or tease that he’ll need to put you in diapers so you don’t accidentally shit the bed. However, even with all the constant mocking, he does find it kinda hot when you try and use the plushies as a shield, doing your best to conceal your sniveling face and exposed body behind the fluffy creature as he plows into you ruthlessly. The toy does a shit job shielding you, but it is hilarious to watch you try and hide yourself behind them.

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Mason🐻

·         Despite everything, he’s actually probably the nicest of the lot to sleep with. He’s warm and soft, and when he holds you it’s comforting and shockingly soothing. It’s disconcerting how easily you melt into the same person that caused you so much trauma and torment, haunted by the fact that the arms that now wrap snuggly around you were not so long ago the greatest threat to your life. You don’t know whether you should be more disgusted with him for holding you with such familiarity or yourself for enjoying it as much as you do.

·         The man can sleep almost anywhere. After years of surviving out in the wilderness he has honed his body to handle tough climates and all manner of conditions, granting him the ability to thrive in less than favorable environments. The man could probably fall asleep in the middle of a torrential downpour with nothing but a rock bed beneath him and come out of it completely rested.

·         You aren’t expected to immediately be able to rough it. He realizes this way of life is all fairly new to you and that getting used to nights out in the wilderness has its own learning curve. Because of this, he’s actually surprisingly accommodating about the whole thing. When you camp, he makes sure to bring his best tent and sleeping bag for you to use, even though it’s a hassle to drag around and he himself has long since forgone the need for it. Though it’s nearly impossible to find comfort enough to sleep while stranded deep out in an unfamiliar forest, surrounded by nothing but the pitch black of night, all manner of voracious wild animals, and a serial killer, he does his best to make sure you are adequately cared for and as content as you can possibly be.

·         However you best not slack with your survival instincts, this coddling is only a limited time deal. You proved yourself to him once by pulling through his trial, but that doesn’t mean you have a free ride forever. He’ll pamper you a bit in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but if you grow complacent and begin to let him down… It isn’t going to be a smooth or happy time for either of you. Its best not to betray his expectations, if you do something overly stupid or otherwise show your survival was just a fluke… your sleeping arrangement is going to be the least of your concern.

·         He finds your affinity for stuffed animals a bit juvenile, but also slightly endearing. He can’t deny how cute you look when you are curled up in his bed, nestled amongst various furs and blankets, clutching tight to your favorite plushie while you rest. He enjoys that sight so much that he decides to make you his own plushie for you one day as a gift.

·         It was a strange little lumpy creature he cobbled together from various fabric scraps and other soft, but unidentified, material, all sloppily hand sewn with little black buttons for eyes. It was a true amalgamation of mismatched cloth and stuffing, and to be honest… You weren’t really sure what it was supposed to be. A bear, maybe? Or a raccoon? Regardless, you take it without question, and once he sees it’s been accepted he’s quick to discard your previous plush. He’s accepting of this hobby to a degree-you can have ONE. And since you were smart and picked the better of the two, you don’t need the ratty old one to cling to for company anymore. You have him and you have his gift, everything else is frivolous.

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[liplinerloser]

Hello!

Увидела, что ваши запросы открыты и я решила оставить свой!

Можно мне Мейсона, Дерека с f!reader, которая оказалась хитрее них?

Она одерживает над ними победу, но не решает их убить, потому что "просто быстро убить вас было бы слишком гуманно"

I liked how these sort of came out so I might write them as little fics, or the after maths of them since part of the request is you don’t actually kill them

hope I didn’t butcher the translation!

Minors dni!

Mason + Derek with an F!reader, who out smarts them

Derek

It’s not difficult to imagine someone being able to outsmart him, he’s so full of himself he doesn’t even think of it as a possibility. With his inflated ego all it took was some fake submission and a few fulfilled requests until he was lulled into a false sense of security. He would believe you were primal, like a scared animal, what he expected with the other captives. But you had a plan.

From your few rough encounters with Derek you knew he wouldn’t ever let you off lightly if he caught you lacking, the sore sting of your tongue against the roof of your mouth reminded you of that.

You were practically defenceless, and to make matters worse you were sure the water supply was tainted, meaning you were thirsty, hungry and afraid.

You clocked Komodo and Dragon performing some weird ritual, but after gauging the level of threat you ruled them out. Unless you stepped into their territory it’s likely they wouldn’t be an issue; you were tempted to attack them when you noticed the knife they used on their victims, just big enough to do some damage but small enough to hide on your person. You stashed the idea and moved on.

If you had survived long enough to withstand the heat of the desert and the pangs of grinding hunger you had definitely encountered jack. Despite him being the most threatening he was ironically one of the most benevolent of the group. You’d remembered how he’d caught you and forced you into certain activities, and rewarded you as such. This was a possible opening

carefully, you stalked the desert, being sure to duck in the cover of the sand if you heard the familiar rumble of the quad. You reached the place where you had initially encountered jack, ducked your head, and silently peered out over the Sandy terrain. It was only a matter of time before he made his rounds.

And so he did, you caught him with his captive, mid fight no doubt. She thrashed wildly in his grasp, landing a few hits from the steady stream of blood under the mask.

You respected her courage in the situation, especially when you saw her knock jack to the ground and lunge for his weapon. You saw your opening.

Practically diving before she could grip the knuckle duster hilt of the knife, you tackled her, in her state of shock she thrashed rather than attacking you. It was clear she recognised you.

Before you could register the betrayal in her eyes you pushed the knife into the soft flesh beneath her jaw. She writhed, warm blood pulsing out in a clean stream. Your eyes were wide, jaw ajar, completely forgetting about him.

You were pulled out of your trance by a rumbling laughter. He had pulled himself off the floor and loomed over you.

“You batting for the other team now? Don’t think the others would be best pleased hm”, he had a shit eating grin plastered over his now unmasked face. You braced for impact, nothing came.

You were the one who held the knife, the power dynamic had shifted and he knew it too. Even if he managed to pry the knife out of your hands and beat you limp, you wouldn’t die without a fight. He’d seen first hand how you were willing to fuck someone up just to survive. His arrogance and pride wouldn’t allow him to be seen at the camp bruised and battered at the hands of a captive.

Jack let out a grunt, holding his hands up defeatedly. Everyone had a price, and he was willing to pay yours to live, or At least until he could kill you when you weren’t looking. You took advantage of this, pointing the knife at his throat as you explained your situation with Derek.

You could’ve swore you saw his head nodding almost with understanding? Maybe Derek was just an asshole to everyone. You told him you wanted him dead, at that his eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t quite pick out.

you heard him sigh with frustration, he promised to help you, he clarified just one thing.

“You can do what you want to the little shit, cut him into little cubes, wear him like a jacket for all I care. But you can’t kill him. Fuck him up real good, then meet me at camp. I’ll get you out of here”

It’s not unbelievable to assume you didn’t trust him at all, you had a feeling this choice would come back to you later

He offered you the knife you’d killed the other captive with, you grimaced as you took it, but understood it was the only way out.

You waited until it was darker, the desert had cooled. Taking the knife and reaching behind you, you made a jagged slash along your shoulders and back. As you did, deliberately screaming, listening to the hollow echoes of your voice around the desert.

The other 3 captors were nowhere to be seen, same with the other captives. Apart from 1, that familiar grinding noise of the quad approaching you. Your stomach churned as you quickly hid the knife in the waist band of your shorts.

Lying on the floor, seething with pain, he approached you curiously. Upon seeing the wound he bared his teeth like a dog.

“Who the fuck did this to you. I paid good money for you. and you let someone else touch you, dirty bitch.”, his nose scrunched in disgust.

There was no concern or empathy, as you had to remind yourself he was barely human, barely feeling in terms of emotion. You were not a conscious being to him, instead a mere chew toy to satisfy his urges. The piñata he got all his frustration out on before he had to wear the mask of a functional person back home, and for his father

“Might as well make good use one last time. And I’m a nice guy, so I’ll let you pick which hole.”, blinking away tears, you pitifully pointed to your mouth, Playing off the sad character you had created for yourself

Positioning yourself on your knees, looking through your lashes with teary eyes, you found yourself smiling, before reaching for his belt and getting to work. You had to make sure you were good for him, just this once.

Using both your hands and tongue, you pawed and kneaded at him needily, drinking him, much to his pleasure. The original grip he had on your hair had loosened as he leaned into your touch desperately. Derek felt so secure in his position of power, felt he had broke you, but you waited for this.

He twitched, gritting his teeth. He was almost there, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of finishing. With his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, you stretched a free hand behind you, gripping the knife that you’d hidden.

Quicker than he could process, you pushed the knife so deep into the flesh of his thigh that you were sure you hit bone. Before he could grab you as a reflex, you lay on your back, using one leg to kick at the fresh wound, and the other to stop him from hobbling towards you

“You fucking bitch. You fucking stupid cunt, you’re nothing, if you kill me you still can’t leave here, don’t you fucking get that?!”, you cringed at his temper tantrum.

The pain was too much for him, he fell to the floor, gritting his teeth and writhing in agony. You knew in this state he wouldn’t get far, and eventually he would pass out from blood loss, so you decided against stabbing him again (as much as you wanted the satisfaction)

“You need me. You can’t leave me here, do you even know who I am?!”

After all the pain he had caused you, to see him so vulnerable, crying like a spoiled child, it gave you back a little bit of dignity that he had stripped you of.

“Please. Please, fuck, please. You don’t have to do this, I can get you anything you want, literally anything. Don’t leave me here.” , all you could think was how pathetic he was to resort to begging.

There was more Babbling, in between the tears and choked sobs. Something about his urges, how it wasn’t personally against you and he just wanted to feel normal. You couldn’t help but audibly scoff, after everything he had put you through, he’s sorry cause it “wasn’t personal”, or he “wanted normalcy”. You were shaking from anger.

You decided against killing him, not only because of the offer with jack, but because any death you could afford him would be too generous and humane.

God knows he doesn’t deserve that. He wasn’t worth your effort, you just wanted to go home.

You thought you saw a white mask stalking in the Distance. Fearing one of the others, gripping your knife you moved quickly in the direction of the camp.

As expected jack was waiting for you, cigarette lit between his calloused fingers.

He blinked almost in surprise that you'd survived, but Moreso acknowledgment for your existence. Holding out a cup of ambiguous liquid, you assumed out of good will, you silently drank together.

that was the last thing you remembered before knocking out.

in homeless fashion, you'd woke up on a random park bench in a familiar town that once your eyes adjusted you presumed to be your own.

you finally let out a sigh of relief as you let your feet drag across the pavement in the direction of your home. Your reality had shifted, becoming more aware of peoples lingering glances, their facial reaction towards you. You couldn’t help but feel ruined.

A fresh shower eased your tense muscles, washing away your guilt (temporarily), you let your fingers trace over the scars and bruises that littered your skin. they would fade. it was over. you finally let yourself feel vulnerable

But you should never be vulnerable, especially since you fucked with a Goffard.

Mason

To survive Mason you had to be much more calculated than you did with Derek. Mason didn’t need to be cocky, he knew his way around that Forest more than you ever would, he was quick and quiet.

You had learned a few things just from your first day. Mason made rounds, he didn’t stick to one place, which meant that you couldn’t stick to one place either. Due to the Forrest shape and the pattern of his movements it was more difficult for him to corner you, which was in your favour.

Another thing was the Forrest was cold as a motherfucker, and sleeping was near impossible without the comfort of a fire to warm you. At first you thought the supplies to light the fire were a trick, trying to weed you out, surely he would be able to see the smoke rising from the tree tops and catch you?

But nights were also safe, gave you enough time to patch yourself up, rest, or set up for the next day. You’d figured out on the night he rested in a log cabin, which gave you some peace of mind knowing he wouldn’t be prowling

Mason was a man of his word, if you survived him he would let you go of no consequence, which could not apply to others. The issue was finding a way around a man that was so obviously a skilled hunter

First you thought about the Snares, having nearly been caught in one, you thought you could possibly use one to your advantage. That was ruled out when animals kept getting stuck in them, your guilty conscience forced you to leap to save them

You had seen a bear trap before, cunningly hidden under dry foliage, you’d spotted it and avoided it, maybe you could move it into his pathway? By this point you had his moves tracked to a T, so you could predict where he would be moving next.

Your chest swelled with pride, and a mixture of anxiety, as you tried to replicate the deceptive placement of the trap he had originally set, covered in leaves, twigs and shrubbery.

To seal the deal and ensure he actually came you let a raw scream rip through your throat, you knew it wasn’t an issue for him to find where the scream could come from, the man could practically echolocate.

Your eyes darted around the open Forrest, realising you had nowhere to hide and had given up your location. Staring up a tree near the bear trap, you sighed.

Making sure to climb promptly up the tree while leaving no trace proved a challenge, the longer you waited the more you hallucinated the sounds of twigs snapping beneath thick leather boots. Once you were up, securely hidden by the dense leaves, you dared to peer down

It had taken him a matter of 15 minutes to find you, just from a scream. Either he sprinted or he was in an area nearby, both options scared you. The familiar green of his tartan print shirt made you lurch with fear

Biting your lip, you watching him along the pathway edge closer and closer to the trap, you had granted yourself the feeling of freedom prematurely, assuming it would work.

Furrowing your brows, you were confused when he stopped a pace away from the trap. You felt your skin crawl hearing a deep resonating laughter erupt from him, a laughter that felt patronising

He had seen it. And he was amused? Instead of stepping onto it or around it, he instead picked up a large stick, and used it to trigger the trap with a gut wrenching snap. That could’ve been you, ideally it should’ve been him.

It was a premature plan, not very well thought out, it would take more to take him out, especially considering his size, he was easily twice yours, if not in height but the sheer weight and strength of him. You did have a lingering feeling that you should keep an eye out for the repurposed bear trap, that could come in handy.

The next step on the failing agenda was to explore the one place you really really didn’t want to. His Cabin. By default you assumed it was locked so before you even considered actually going you thought about methods to get in, he hadn’t seen you by that area, so maybe he would accidentally leave the door unlocked??

Yeah fat chance. Surely you had to take advantage of how quick he seemed to be when he heard you in the area with the bear trap, it’s almost as if he dropped everything to find you, you wanted to test this theory.

You knew there was a lake nearby, and decided to try your chances at fishing, not really for the whole nutritional value of the fish but another idea. It was a forest right? A densely packed, environmentally diverse forest, you had seen foxes, rabbits, deer, so it was only right to assume there must be bears, especially with a stream so close by.

Waiting until night fall again, you wondered how long it would take before he grew tired of exclusively searching for you during the day. You made your way over to the stream, you’d seen something about catching fish with your hands on some tv show and didn’t really think much of it when you saw it. Maybe you should’ve paid attention.

After a few tries of Emulating a really terrible Bear Grylls technique you resorted to a stick, rolling up your trousers and standing in the freezing water very still, seeing an unfortunate victim swim towards you, you plunged your stick into it.

You could worry about feeling guilty later, when you were safe. Making your way over to a snare you knew he set up before, one that you’d narrowly avoided, you placed the fish very close to it. Making sure to remove the head so it’s stench was stronger.

Practically sprinting, you made your way back to the hiding place near his cabin. It would take a while for a Bear to go near the snare, and it was almost morning, so he’d surely he would be up and out. You hoped he would confuse the bear for you just long enough.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, you were practically becoming delirious from hunger, and the cold had finally started nipping away at your fingers and nose. Alongside that you were drained, forcing yourself to stay awake, you didn’t want to be caught at the last lap.

He finally came. Striding out with an air of confidence, gruff harsh footsteps crunching against the earth. Further into the distance, the familiar sound of the snare, and the shake of the trees. The deer weren’t heavy enough to do that, he thought he had finally won.

Overcome with hubris, he slammed the door of the cabin shut, gripping his knife. You noted he didn’t lock it. Even mass murderers make mistakes.

There was your chance, quietly crawling up the steps, you made your way in. Anxiety ripped at your insides as you searched, conveniently you had found that handy bear trap, and a few other interesting bits too. You didn’t like the guy but you were always curious to learn about someone.

No technology, but a map? Upon studying it a little closer you noticed the area with a pin in it was where you were, seeing the familiar curves of the stream on its hand drawn surface. Another place fairly close by was circled, you wondered if that would be useful later.

Placing the bear trap in front of the door was the first thought, but that was too easy, he would surely notice it, and even if it caught just a leg he seemed rough enough to pull it off and lunge for you. That wouldn’t work out for you.

You noticed a stool, dragged it to the gap behind the door for when it would swing open upon his entry, then stood on it with the bear trap positioned away from your body.

Mason was pissed to say the least. Not only was it not you in the snare, but a large angry fucking bear. it took a few hacks at it to get it to die, it almost got a few hits on him too, but Sandy never let him down.

His heavy footsteps left imprints in the soft dirt as he made his way back to the cabin, realising his previous mistake. You were a frightened animal, he doubted you’d be brave enough to go to the one enclosed space he stayed in the most.

Nothing seemed off when he came back, everything as it was. But he wasn’t just going to lock the door, being paranoid kept him alive, so he would quickly check and be on his way.

With his same air of confidence, Mason strides into the cramped cabin, upon first glance it seemed nothing had moved, he did note his stool was gone.

Furrowing his brows he turned to look for it, only noticing then the seething captive that had been waiting for him.

The stool gave you enough height to jump at him, wrapping your legs around his torso, in one fell swoop, you locked the jaws of the bear trap around his head. It didn’t fit so snugly due to his struggling, so with as much force as you could muster, you slammed it so hard you felt the spring locks recoil against you.

There was silence for a moment, you had unwound your legs from him, falling to the floor and crawling towards the door. His towering figure stood still, eyes open with shock, the grip on his knife had diminished as it hit the floor with a gentle thud.

Then you were met with screams, piercing screams, and you genuinely wondered when you stared at him, how was this fucker not dead? People lose their legs from bear traps, and he still somehow was conscious enough to yell, even trying to undo the spring lock to free himself.

While he was distracted trying to free his twisted flesh from within the teeth of the trap, you took your opportunity to grab his knife and scramble frantically away from the lumbering man.

Just as you were out the door you remembered the map, but Mason was too busy trying to salvage his face to care what you were doing, making eye contact with him as you sprinted in the direction of the map you noted he looked at you differently. There was no anger, or victimising glare, it felt more equal, like he finally respected you as a person and not prey

His face disgusted you, the trap still actively disfiguring him the more he struggled. Killing him would be too humane, you hoped he would survive this, and that his scars and deformity would be a reminder. The hunter had finally been hunted.

Knowing he wouldn’t be following you, with the map and knife in hand, and your back pack of supplies you had stashed in your hiding place, you made your way to the circled area on the map. You hoped there would be something like a phone, a way to contact anyone. Worst case scenario you could survive a little longer, trek out the forest and find your way back.

After dealing with him you didn’t feel so vulnerable, the only threat left in the vicinity was you; a dangerous wave of euphoria ran over you.

You hoped he had learnt his lesson, if he came looking for you, you wouldn’t be so nice. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken Sandy though-

[moss-bride]

Pregnant in the summer. Barefoot in the winter .

One shot. Mason Hairal x pregnant fem reader. Tw dubcon. Threats of violence. Dead dove

Fixed and edited now

The phrase "barefoot and pregnant" seems to have been introduced in the early twentieth century by the American doctor Arthur E. Hertzler from Kansas, who said: "Some vulgar person has said that when the wife is kept barefooted and pregnant there are no divorces."

[thesightstoshowyou]

Gone Soft

Mason Heiral (TPOF) x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dubcon elements, fingering, overstimulation

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Thick fingers spread out across your chest, pinning you to the forest floor. Dry foliage crunches under your back as Mason shifts his weight, making sure you’re secure. He’s so strong you can barely breathe, let alone writhe.

But oh, do you try anyway.

Your shaking legs kick and twist, hips jerking and bucking every time his digits dip into your leaking cunt. Your nerves are so frayed, every curl of his fingers makes your vision white out.

Your hands fly up to grip the wrist holding you still, your fingers dirty from raking through muddy earth. They scrabble along his forearm—it’s solid like a fucking tree trunk—and grip the flannel he wears, tugging, twisting the heavy fabric. It does no good, of course. You could never overpower him.

You’re as good as prey caught in a trap.

“M-Mason, Mason, please stop, stop, it’s too—oh, oh fuck—too much—

“Keep squirmin’, dove” he orders playfully in his deep baritone, a content little grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Like you could stop if you tried.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve climaxed, how many bone-shattering orgasms Mason has forced out of you with his fingers. It feels like it’s been hours. Your toes have long since gone numb, whether from the cold or ecstasy you’re not sure. Maybe a little of both.

A thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, chilling your flesh and sticking your hair to your forehead. Your lips, swollen and abused by your teeth, part so you can suck in and choke on frigid mountain air.

You hate when he gets like this—

“Mason!! Oh god, god, FUCK…!”

Hate is the correct word, right?

Every muscle contracts when Mason wrenches another agonizing climax from your shuddering body. Your cunt squelches, squeezes his fingers, drips onto his palm. His shirt sleeve is soaked up past his wrist.

“I can’t-I can’t-can’t…” you stammer, well past the capability of a full sentence. Mason chuckles softly, digits pausing their assault.

You whine and hiss when they slip from your sopping hole, your eyes cracking open to blearily look up at him. His own are crinkled at the corners, mouth turned up in that crooked, fond smirk he gets whenever he wrecks you like this.

Gently, he pushes your hair off your forehead, his other hand still trapping you against the frozen ground. He’s quiet, watching, assessing, taking in your dazed expression.

A predator gone soft for his prey.

You hope, pray he’s finally satisfied—

The rustling of fabric makes you blink. You tear your gaze away from his face, teary eyes falling to his pants as he works his zipper open. You frantically shake your head, but he’s already gripping your arm to flip you into your stomach.

“Ya’ oughta know better than that by now, dove.”

[tilmarrowdries]

Inspired by a post from @disembowel-me, have some Mason and muzzles smut. 

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 The cabin door swings open, and you stirr on your pallet on the floor, lifting your head. The thick boating chains connected to your muzzle clatter and drag as you do. It’s him, your owner. You sit up onto your knees without the use of your always-bound hands. You know your routine. Help him relax, and in return you get some of today’s kill for dinner. 

  He sits deeply onto the mattress, the wooden frame creaking as he kicks off his boots and rests back, towering above you. You look up at him expectantly, the heavy weight of leather on your face making it difficult to look upward. He sighs, his brows creasing. “Evenin’ mutt,” he mutters tiredly. You whine softly and stare up at him. “Yeahhh, don’t I know it.” He chuckles and gently unclasps the heavy buckle. The worn brown leather, formed into a muzzle that you don’t possess, comes away from your mouth. There’s an indent in your skin along your cheeks and nose where it rests, red and yellow and bruised. 

  You flex your jaw and sigh at the release. He’s so quiet, quick, and soft-moving that you flinch and gasp when his thick cock presses against your lips. He chuckles and smiles down at you, prodding your mouth again. “Open ‘er up, pup.” You look up at him, face slowly reddening. No matter how many times you two do this, you’ll never get used to his size, or his strong smell of sweat and pine.

  When you stick out your pink tongue, looking up at him with conditioned neediness, a low hum leaves him and he gives a gentle smile, just for you. Your mouth stretches and you softly gag as he slides his entire length along the soft inner walls of your throat. You whimper, beams of moonlight mixing into your hair and turning it silver, just like his. The silver in his hair topples along his forehead as a heavy, deep groan leaves him, hilted in you. He presses the back of your head to push you somehow even deeper, laughing quietly when you let out a ‘hrrrk-’ and tear up. 

  “Easy, hon’, don’t eat up all a’ once~” 

  You can tell by his tone and the glow in his eyes that he’s teasing you. You decide to not listen, and the second he releases your head, you begin taking him down your throat over and over, noisily suckling on the soft skin. He seems shocked by your pace and moans into his strong hand, then runs it along his face and through his hair. 

  Noisy like this... And you treat me like I’m the bitch, you think to yourself, lips curling into a smile over his cock. Seemingly having sensed your rebellion, he thrusts into your throat. You choke and nearly would have puked if he didn’t pull out two seconds later. 

  “Y’ know I always know what’s goin’ on up there. Y’r face is so... emotional.” You look at your knees, embarrassed. His thick finger pads come under your face and hold your chin, guiding you to look up at him. “’S alright, mutt. I kept you ‘cos I like you.” His eyes sparkle with something you can’t quite place, but the closest thing, you’d say, is ownership. 

  In something, what you’d only call belongingness, you lean forward and nuzzle his crotch, silently pleading for more. He crows at you and interlaces his weather-worn fingers into your hair once again. 

“Y’ really are such a good dog...” is what he says, but, as you wrap your lips around him again, all you can hear behind the quiet praise is ‘I’m glad I kept you.’ 

[yam-writes]

goldilocks - mason (the price of flesh) x reader

mason actually has Feelings For You! congrats! Rating: Explicit Tags: Rough Sex, Riding, Dubious Consent, Smut, Porn Without Plot, Sleepy Sex this game was really good and i recommend highly :) I Love Mason read here or on ao3 :)

It was cold. It had been cold, but for some reason it was really cold now. It had been days. You weren’t sure exactly, but you were pretty sure this was the third night. You didn’t know how you had even survived this long, but you finally felt like this was it. It was cold and you were hungry and scared and alone and all you wanted was to be inside somewhere. It didn’t even matter where, you just wanted to be somewhere with other people. Somewhere manmade. You didn’t want to be outside anymore. 

You sighed, a violent sigh, as you dropped against a tree, sliding down. Your entire body hurt, your throat was scratchy, your mouth tasted like blood and no matter how much water you drank it wouldn’t go away. You were beginning to think that maybe you were just crazy. You felt like you were crazy. You looked up at the sky, trying to calm your mind. You looked through the trees and to the stars. It was so clear, which normally would have been nice, but under this circumstance it just told you that no one was going to hear you scream. 

You dropped the back of your head against the trunk of the tree, not even paying attention to the thump that it caused. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You hadn’t slept more than 3 hours at a time in days and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. You didn’t even care anymore, you realized. Maybe if you died you would wake up somewhere warm. 

Your eyes stayed shut, your brain wandering away from your head. You weren’t even thinking about the fact that you couldn’t feel your fingers, or that your stomach felt like it was eating itself, or that there was a hole in your thigh from when he shot you with a crossbow and then shoved his thumb in the wound, or that your jaw was aching from when he shoved his cock down your throat, or that your legs were sore from when he twisted you into an uncomfortable position and then fucked your hard, or that your chest hurt, or that it was hard to breath, or that for some reason you found yourself imagining how warm he must be. 

No, you weren’t thinking about any of that. You weren’t thinking about anything. That is, until you felt something hit your face- something light and soft. You opened your eyes slowly and looked up at the sky in wonder. It was snowing. You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face. It was really snowing. It looked so pretty, falling down, catching on the grass and tree, quickly covering everything so that any evidence that you were just previously on a murderous mountain and not in a winter wonderland was gone. You were sure that you probably looked silly as you stared at the snowflakes, your eyes widening in amazement, sparkles practically pouring out of them like tears, but you didn’t care. This was the one thing in three days that had made you feel better. 

But it was kind of bittersweet. It didn’t really give you hope that everything would work out, it made you realize that this was probably the universe giving you one last thing to be happy about before it killed you. Your head would fill up with cheery and carefree thoughts and then spill out with blood when he inevitably caught you. This was just a distraction. A last-ditch effort to make you forget that you were just the prey and he was the predator and you were nowhere evolved enough to have any defenses against him. 

You sighed. Oh, well. This was it. The snow would only make it colder and harder for you to navigate around the mountain. You would get slower and slower, but he was probably used to this. He knew what he was doing. He would catch you and kill you and gut you and eat you and keep your head on his wall as a trophy. That was clear. There was nothing you could do except  go to sleep and wait for your end to come. You looked at the hard ground. The leaves had done nothing to make sleeping any easier. You were so tired. All you wanted to do was curl up in a nice warm bed and sleep forever and ever and ever and-

Wait. Something jumped into your mind. The image of a bed- a big bed with blankets and furs, tucked cozily into the corner of the cabin you had managed to peak into a couple days prior. You would do anything to sleep in that bed, even just for a few minutes. It was probably so much more comfortable than the ground, and even if it wasn’t at least it was inside. You were going to die without having another night in your own bed, or any bed. 

You were going to die. 

Right. 

So why would it matter? If you were going to die anyway, why shouldn’t you just go sleep in that bed? You hummed to yourself. That was certainly an idea. If it didn’t matter what you did, you might as well go out being comfortable and warm. What was the worst he could do that he wasn’t already going to? You couldn’t think of anything. Your brain was quickly convincing you that this was a good idea. Maybe it would even be one last “a-ha!” that you could get on him. There was nothing telling you not to do this. Every part of you was actually screaming to go sneak into his bed. 

You pressed your fingers into the ground and pushed yourself up. You could already feel your hands getting warmer just by thinking about the bed. You could feel how cozy your whole body would be. You took a step, stumbled, and then caught your balance. You took a deep breath and then looked towards where you thought the cabin was. You took another step, going slow so you wouldn’t fall down and die before you could do what you needed. 

You made your way through the woods, crunching leaves, holding onto trees, pushing aside branches until you found your way to the cabin. You had been inside once, the first day, but you didn't stay long. You lurked around a few times since then, longing to go in again, but you never did. You were too scared. He had released you into a meadow pretty far away from the cabin, so you figured that he probably didn’t want you knowing where it was. You probably weren’t supposed to find it, and if he found out that you did, you would be dead. But that didn’t really matter anymore. It was nighttime, so he was probably in there right now anyway, and as soon as you stepped in he would grab you and kill you and it would all be over. You didn’t care. You were willing to risk anything to have one last chance to sleep in a real bed. 

Your feet stumbled through the leaves towards the cabin. You felt weak, the knowledge that your mission was almost completely tiring you out. You caught yourself on the cabin, placing your hand on the wood to steady yourself. You took a deep breath and looked up, trying to peer into the window to see if he was in there. It was too dark, though, and even when you cupped your hands on the glass you couldn’t make anything out. You sighed and pushed yourself away. You looked towards the front door. Only one way to find out, you thought before stepping towards the door. 

You reached your hand out, gripping the cold metal doorknob with your already cold hands. You turned the knob, your heart beating in your chest. You could feel it in your throat, threatening to come up and spill out of your mouth in a bloody mess on his porch. You took a deep breath, your lungs filling up with air as you refused to breathe out, trying to be as quiet as possible. You pulled the door open, slowly, the creaking sound making you cringe. You opened the door all the way, waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to pull you in, waiting for your death. 

But it never came. Nothing happened. The dark cabin stared back at you, the moon illuminating it enough so that you could see that he wasn’t in there. Your body shivered at the relief, you let the air out of your lungs, and your beating heart slowed. He really wasn’t in there. You could really go in and crawl into his bed and have your final rest in a place where you could be comfortable (even if it would only be for a few minutes, at least). You smiled to yourself, a chuckle escaping your lips at the absurdity of it all. You were really getting such a kick out of your last moments being in the bed of the man who was trying to hunt and kill you. How did this happen to you? You didn’t know. Whatever. You didn’t care. It would be over soon, and maybe it would be a funny story to tell God or Satan or your new parents in your next life. 

You stepped inside, letting your hand drag across the door as you got further and further in, letting it shut with a soft thud. You didn’t even jump at the sound. You weren’t paying attention to anything else at all. Your eyes were focused on the bed, the big bed tucked into a corner with the soft furs and the fluffy pillows, and the plaid blankets. God, you could already tell that this was going to be the best sleep of your life. You trudged through the cabin, dropping your backpack on the floor and partially kicking it out of the way. You rubbed your eyes as you got closer, the sleepiness already hitting you hard. 

There was a smile on your face as you climbed under the covers. You laid your head on one of the pillows and turned onto your side, curling up into a ball, pulling your own body close so you could gather up as much warmth as possible. Your head sunk into the feathery pillow, and you didn’t even care that if this were usual circumstances your neck would be hurting and everything would be too quiet. As far as you were concerned, this was the most comfortable you had ever been. It was like you were lying on a cloud, floating through the sky, not a worry in your head. Before you knew it, your eyes were closing and you were drifting off to sleep. 

You didn’t have any dreams, but it wasn’t like it was over too soon. It was the most peaceful sleep you had ever gotten. It was like you were stuck in some other world- no light, no noises, nothing. Everything was nice and sweet and you were happy. Nothing from the outside world mattered because you were content. You were warm. You were taken care of. I must have gone crazy, you thought, but it didn’t matter. This was the best you had ever felt. 

You woke up feeling a warmth on your face. Your mind was silent, your brain forgetting everything that was happening to you. You were actually awake, you weren’t murdered in your sleep. Maybe it was all a bad dream? Maybe none of this really happened and you would open your eyes and be in your own bed? 

You slowly opened your eyes and your peace was immediately pulled directly out of your chest, tearing open your skin, leaving a hole where any happiness had previously sat. Sitting on a chair beside you was him- Mason, as he called himself. He was just sitting there, a small smile on his face. You didn’t know what to do. You were frozen. Why hadn’t he killed you? 

“Good morning, Goldilocks,” he said, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I go out to do some chores and I come back to someone sleeping in my bed.” 

The sound of his voice pulled you out of your icy state and you jumped, scooting back on the bed. It was a fruitless effort, really. He was standing between you and the door, there was nothing you could do. Nowhere you could go. Especially not when you were sleeping in his own bed. 

He obviously noticed your fear, to which all he did was laugh and push himself up out of the chair. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Your curiosity about his sudden change of heart overpowered the sense of dread about being close to him, and you found your voice again. 

“W-why not?” you asked. 

He eyed you as he moved his shoulder, pushing his coat down his back and then flexing his arms, pulling it off. He slid it down into his hand and then dropped it onto the chair he was just sitting in. 

“I mean, I can if you want me to,” he said. 

“N-no!” you said, faster than you meant to. You shook your head vigorously, causing Mason to let out a chuckle and shake his head. He looked down, smiling to himself, and you felt your face blush at his coy behavior. 

He raised his head up a second later, but didn’t respond to you. He stepped closer and you flinched, but he didn't acknowledge it. You felt the bed dip, your body swaying, as he sat down on the bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest and held them close. You watched Mason as he reached down and pulled at his shoelace. 

“I’ve been watching you,” he said. He glanced up at you, pulling at one of his boots. He pulled it off and then looked at you fully. “Been watching you run around these woods.” A smile played on his lips, and you suddenly felt very embarrassed about the fact that he could see you the whole time. “Hunting is fun,” he continued. “And listening to you scream like an animal got my heart racing…” He pulled his other boot off and dropped it onto the floor, the loud thud making you jump slightly. 

He looked up at you, his eyes warm and his smile comforting. You tried not to think like that, but the more you looked at him, the more it wouldn’t leave your head. He really did look like he would be nice to get held by… “But I think you’re less like a deer,” he said, reaching out and placing a large hand on your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, “and more like a dog.” 

You sat in shock for a moment as he ruffled your hair. He was petting you. Like a dog. “Like a dog?” What exactly did he mean by that? Was he saying… what you thought he was saying? Maybe this was some trick. You didn’t know. You were still exhausted, so maybe your brain just wasn’t working right, but you couldn’t read any threats coming from him (aside from the simple fact that he was so much bigger than you, and therefore automatically more intimidating). In fact, he looked extremely happy as he stared down at you. After a few seconds, his hand slowly came to a stop, and you saw his eyes trail down. You didn’t know what he was looking at, but whatever it was, he seemed to be really focused on it. 

“Um,” you cleared your throat. Your voice was small, but you had to be sure. Besides, there wasn’t anything left for you to lose. “Does this mean…” You trailed off, looking down at the bed. You licked your lips and looked back up. “Does this mean you don’t want to kill me anymore?” 

Mason stared at you for a second, his face changing into an emotion that you didn’t recognize. It was like he was thinking, trying to decide for himself if this is really what he wanted. But it only lasted for a second, and then he was smiling at you again and letting out another chuckle. He shook his head lightly, and then reached an arm out gesturing to the other side of the bed, the side against the wall. 

“Scoot over,” he said, gruffly. 

You looked towards the rest of the bed and then back to him. You didn’t move. Why did he want you to scoot over? You could hardly believe the absurdity of the situation. You had snuck into his cabin to sleep one last time in a comfortable bed, and now the man that was trying to hunt you down just a few hours ago was being civil and even telling you to scoot over, presumably so he could lay down beside you. Was this real life? Did you die and the world just decided not to tell you? You just stared at him, a dumbfounded look on your face. 

“I’ll help you,” he said. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he was reaching over and grabbing your waist. You felt yourself being moved. You instinctively tried to steady yourself by grabbing onto something, the closest thing happening to be Mason. You gripped his arm as he gently slid you across the bed, pushing you out of the way. His hands left your waist and he was turning around and placing his back against the bed. You barely had time to turn your head to look at him before you felt his hands on your waist again. You let out a small yelp as he pulled you towards him. Somehow, before you even really knew what was happening, you found yourself lying beside him, his arm around your shoulder, keeping you held close to his body. You froze, your hand on his chest. You felt him breathing, and you could hear his heartbeat. 

You really didn’t know what to do. You never expected to be cuddling with this man. Your body was stiff beside his, and you fought yourself, trying not to get too comfortable. He could be lying. This could be another one of his games. He could be playing with you. But, then again, he had never really manipulated you. He had been pretty straightforward with what he wanted to do- and what he was going to do- this entire time. Why would he suddenly change tactics and do something that even you could tell would be completely out of character for him? He wouldn’t do that, no. He knew how to hunt. This wasn’t that. He wasn’t hunting you anymore. This was real, however strange it might be. 

Your exhausted body loosened. A few hours of sleep did nothing to stop the pain of the last three days, and your body had not caught up yet. You could still barely move, and holding yourself up against him was excruciating. You couldn’t do it anymore. You let yourself fall, the small spaces between your bodies being filled. You heard a snort come out of his nose. You guessed that he liked that. And, honestly, you couldn’t lie that you didn’t like it, too. He was big and soft and your suspicions had been true. He was great to cuddle with. Any coldness that was still in your body was immediately wisped away as you held close to him. His grip was tight, but not too tight that it was uncomfortable. It was like a perfect weighted blanket and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your arm down, wrapping it around his tummy, and pulling yourself even close to him. You moved your head on his shoulder, rubbing your face into his clothes. He didn’t smell the greatest, but for some reason you didn’t even care. 

His hand rubbed your arm. At some point during your sleep, you had shed your coat and the long sleeve shirt (and your pants), leaving only your undershirt on. You could feel his rough fingers dragging along your skin as he rubbed you, petted you. He pulled his hand up and gave your shoulder a rub (which you had to suppress a whimper because of) before raising it even further and placing it on your head again. He rubbed your hair, tangled his fingers in it, playing with it. He was quiet. You were quiet. The sounds of your slow breathing filled the room. It was nice. You felt so close to him. 

You closed your eyes and let yourself get comfortable. If he killed you at least you’d be happy. At least you’d be warm. And if he didn’t kill you? Well, at least you’ll get to be held by him for a little while. Your breathing got heavier as your mind drifted off, further and further towards sleep. You were dozing off within a few minutes, completely cuddled up to the man who had only just tried to kill you. 

Then you were pulled away from sleep. You felt Mason’s hand on your waist. At some point he had moved it down and was not pushing you, gently but firmly, on top of him. You let out a small “whoa!” as he guided your body up. You placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping, trying to steady yourself. After a few seconds, you found yourself straddling his lap, his big hands holding onto your waist. You stayed still for a second, unsure of why he had put you two into that position. But as you shifted, you felt a hardness brush against you and you knew exactly what he wanted. 

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Two times before he had found you in the woods and fucked you. Once was a time that you initiated, hoping that the favor would get him to go a little easier on you. And, after he destroyed your throat, he did cut you down from the snare and walk away. He didn’t have to get hard that time, and presumably he wasn’t anticipating getting any since he had no way of knowing that you would be there, so he was apparently just walking around the woods with a boner. You didn’t pin him as such a deviant, but his being the third time he’s wanted sex finally tipped you off that you were wrong. 

“Ah,” you said. You looked down at him shyly. “You want to…” You trailed off, looking away, not able to finish your sentence. 

He grunted, shifting his lower body, pushing his cock up against you with a hard thrust. You gasped and fell down on top of his chest. He let out a laugh and raised his hand, rubbing your back. 

“Brings two people closer,” you heard him say. 

You peeked your head up and raised up slightly. “Then what was before?” you asked. 

Mason smiled, a smug look on his face. “That was me getting off,” he said. 

You felt your face blush. You didn’t know why, but it did. “So it means something now?” you asked, quietly. Your brain felt weird. For some reason being this close to him, speaking to him so freely, being so… intimate was making you feel funny. 

You saw a small smile form on Mason’s face, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he thrusted his hips up again, causing you to stop thinking about the conversation you were having and only think about the hard dick that was pressed against you. You let out another gasp, this one sounding more like a moan. Mason huffed out a chuckle, and then you felt his hand move from your waist. His knuckles grazed against your middle, causing you to squirm, as his fingers got to work undoing his pants. You felt him push them down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. You were surprised when you first saw it. Honestly, you had never seen one that big before. You didn’t know how you would be able to take it, especially in your mouth. You managed somehow (with a lot of help from him) but you were still nervous about it. You felt butterflies in your tummy just thinking about him that you didn’t even realize his fingers were shoved into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down. 

“Whoa!” you let out, falling forward against his chest again as he shoved your underwear down. You raised your legs up and let him pull them off as much as he could, then you kicked them the rest of the way off yourself. You raised back up slightly, looking at him. Your entire lower body was naked, exposed, and you could fill his cock, slick with precum, threatening to enter you. 

You didn’t really have much time to prepare. Mason grabbed your waist, with force and intent this time, and raised your body up. You gripped onto his shoulder, aware of what was about to happen. You weren’t really that wet, but you knew that wouldn’t stop anything. When he first did this, by the fire, you weren’t wet at all and he still pushed his way inside. You could still feel the burn between your legs. He moved his hand from your waist and grabbed his cock. You felt him align it, the top pressing against you, and then a second later you were gasping for air as he was pushing inside of you. 

You couldn’t catch your breath as you felt the thickness slide into you, stretching you out. It was too big and you weren’t nearly ready, but the way your mouth was hung open and your brain was foggy and your head was spinning and the feeling of him filling you up, you couldn’t help but not care. He moved his hand from between you two and grabbed your waist again, holding on tight enough that you were sure there would be fingerprint sized bruises. You felt him push your body down onto his cock, slowly forcing your hips to meet his. 

Your fingers gripped onto his shoulders, pulling at his shirt in your fists. You closed your mouth, biting your lip, trying not to make too much noise. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard that you could see stars. He paused when he was all the way in, staying still, not thrusting at all. You licked your lips and opened your eyes. Being filled up without the movement was uncomfortable and your body twitched. You let out small moans at the feeling, squirming on top to try and get some friction. Mason smiled up at you, but otherwise made no acknowledgment that he was buried completely inside of you. You writhed more, moving your hips on his, feeling his dick only twitch slightly, offering very little relief. 

“You look cute when you squirm like that,” Mason’s deep voice said. “Makes it hard to take it easy.” 

You swallowed and looked down at him. You couldn’t think of anything to say. You didn’t want to say anything. You were sure that whatever came out of your mouth would be stupid and you didn’t want to be stupid in front of him. You wanted him to just hold you and take over. 

“I’ll try to be gentle, though,” he continued. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” He said that second sentence with a laugh, and you thought back to how hurt you actually were. It was all because of him. There was a hole in your thigh because of him, your entire body hurt because of him. But, honestly, you didn’t really care. He was making you feel so good now. You shoved your face into the crook of his neck, his facial hair tickling your cheek. You moved your hips back and forth and hummed into his neck. 

You felt the rumble of his neck as he chuckled. He shook his head again, as if he was laughing at your actions, but still thought they were cute. 

“I got you,” he said. 

Mason moved his hips and you gasped into his neck. He gripped tight, but pulled out slowly. You could feel every part of him rubbing against you, and the stimulation was already almost too much. He laid his head back against the pillow and then moved his hips up again, pushing back into you- hard. You let out a cry, which seemed to wake him up a little bit. You felt his hips sputter slightly before he went back to his previous pace. His hips were slamming against yours, just slow enough that you could almost catch your breaths between thrusts, but fast enough that every time you did it was cut off with an unavoidable moan from the feeling of him pounding you. 

It was dry at first, and it burned, but the more he fucked into you, the easier it got. You were getting wet, and you weren’t mad about it. You were enjoying this, and from the way that Mason had his eyes shut, a smile on his face, and grunts and moans leaving his lips, you could tell that he was enjoying it, too. He was keeping the same pace, moving hard and slow, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You squirmed on top of him, burying your face into his neck, gasping into it, drool leaving your mouth. It was so much at once, but also so little. You were on the brink of an orgasm, but you couldn’t ever get close enough. 

You moved your own hips, trying desperately to get some more relief. Mason huffed in your ear, his breathing getting heavier. Because of the grip he had on you, you couldn't move much, but you did what you could, trying to meet your hips together at least a little faster than what he was going. He grunted more, his eyebrows scrunching together, his face twisting in a look of pained pleasure. 

Your brief moment of somewhat control didn’t last more than a few seconds. Mason pushed all the way in, slowly, and then stopped. He shifted, and you felt the grip he had on your hips get tighter. He opened his eyes and you felt him press his chin against your face. You got the hint and raised up slightly, so he could see you. He had a fucked out look on his face, his cheeks more red, his pupils dilated. He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

However, the smile on your face was wiped clean off when Mason thrust his hips into you, hard. You gasped, falling forward again and resuming your position on his neck. His movements were faster now, his pace picking up as his breathing did. You moved your hand down and gripped onto his arm. The constant fucking turned out to offer much less relief than the slow fuck. It started to hurt, but you didn’t care. It felt good to you. 

The two of you moaned together. You were in the middle of nowhere, and the fact that no one would hear you was suddenly comforting. Mason’s grunts were loud, your whines were loud, the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, the bed was loud, everything was loud and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let yourself go, your body clenching around Mason’s cock as you came. His grip tightened when he felt you. He quickened his pace even more as your body went limp against him. He fucked into your hard, your shoulders bummping his chin because of your inability to move. You let him do whatever, the aftermath of the orgasm still feeling blissful. His grunts got more guttural, deeper, and eventually there was one last huff and then you felt him spill out inside of you. You let out a small whimper as he finished, all of his cum filling you up. 

It was quiet after that. He stayed inside you as you continued to lay on top of him. You felt him get soft and were sure that he would leave soon. You could hardly keep your eyes open for it, though. If you thought you were exhausted before, you didn’t know what you were now. Just when you were about to fall asleep, you felt him shift. You raised your head, looking up at him. 

“Gotta get out of these clothes,” he explained. 

You let out a small hum of acknowledgment before raising up even more and sliding off of him. You listened to him push himself off the bed as you scooted over, pressing yourself against the wall. You curled up on your side. You heard him shuffling around, presumably taking his outside clothes off and putting on whatever he called pajamas. You honestly didn’t think that he would come back, but a few minutes later your slide slid slightly as a heavy weight was pressed on the other side of the bed. Then, after that, you felt an arm slide around your waist and a large body press against your back. 

He was big spooning you. He was actually cuddling you- again. He actually came back. This was actually real and not just a fucked up way of getting his dick wet. You let yourself finally get comfortable, really, truly comfortable. You moved back, folding yourself into him as much as you could. Your bodies were pressed together, close. 

“Get some more rest,” you heard Mason’s voice say as you let yourself drift off to sleep, “Goldilocks.” 

[betbeton]

thank u for making my request<3 can i request what kind of yanderes tpof characters would be lol ty <3

✃ Yandere

TPoF Various

18 + Minors and Ageless accounts DNI

· GN Darling ·

· A/N - Enjoy ♡ . This was fun to brainstorm and write. ·

⪧ Derek Goffard

I feel he is the type of Yandere to view you as a possession.

You're his to play with and subsequently break as he pleases.

If you happen to develop feelings for him he'll most likely use it as a way to punish you.

He'll bring people home and have you strung up to watch while he fucks them.

At the end of the day he'd probably grow bored of you, if you didn't feed into his abuse, and toss you away like a child with a broken toy - though you won't make it out alive.

⪧ Mason Heiral

I feel Mason would view you as some type of weird little pet.

Imagine like a cat, he'll let you out in the morning and scratch you little head as you two pass each other during the day.

Keep in mind though he will watch you like a hawk, even if he is hunting someone.

He'd use isolation as a punishment as well as the threat of tossing you outside and hunting you down again

I feel he wouldn't be inclinded to throw someone away like Derek, but he will kill you if you irritate him enough.

⪧ Celia Lede

I feel that you'd be her cute little house mouse pet.

You're never seeing the light of day unless it's while you're latched onto her arm while she's buying tools to harm you.

She'd want you to be non confrontational.

After all she isn't above killing you if you annoy her too much.

Like Derek she'd use other people in her punishments though not actually sleeping with them, just as a threat.

I feel she'd also use isolation as a very common form of punishment.

[mothwingwritings]

BTD/TPOF Valentine's Gifts To You~<3

Look I know Valentine’s was days ago but it’s one of my favorite holidays and I have no chill, so you all have to deal with the residual now. (*-`ω´- )人

THAT BEING SAID- here's a little 'what kinds of gifts/experiences the Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh crew would lavish you with on Valentine's day' imagine, let’s gooo!!! I hope you all enjoy!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Abuse, implied past kidnapping, reader getting hurt, torture, noncon, dubcon, (please forgive the pun but) horrible people taking a stab at an ounce of ‘affection’ and mostly just making things more dreadful for you.

I hope you all enjoy! ˘³˘

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Ren🦊- Will actually get you a sweet gift, something that he put time and thought into. Chocolates, a stuffed animal, a cute outfit, a figure of your favorite game/anime character that you have been eying, maybe even all of the above if he has the budget (honestly probably all of the above even if he doesn’t have the budget). He’ll present it really cutely too, like rose petal’s littering the ground leading you to the room where all the gifts are neatly displayed, giving a little ‘tah-dah!’ as soon as you discover them. He gets really excited watching you open them, explaining his reasoning behind each and every item he purchased/made you.

“All the chocolates in store looked boring, so I decided to make you some! I added your favorite ingredients, so I hope you like them!”

“This stuffed fox was too cute to leave behind and, well… I was hoping maybe it would sort of remind you of me? Anyway, I couldn’t leave the store without him! He belongs snuggled in your arms, just like I do!”

Just be mindful that in return he’s probably gonna put on a ‘cute romance anime’ of his choosing to end the night and that ‘cute romance anime’ is 100% just going to be hentai. From there, one thing will lead to another and he’ll make sure he gets a nice Valentine’s gift too. :) Oh, and if you don't like any of the gifts... It's best just to keep it to yourself. He'd hate to have to ruin the nice time you are having on this great holiday because you are being ungrateful.

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Lawrence🪴- Flowers is a no brainer, but he doesn’t want to give you something that’s too cliché or that you’ll just throw in a vase to watch slowly die. After mulling it over he decides to give you something with a little more meaning-a plant from his collection that he planted and grew himself. He would most likely pick something like an aglaonema (its valentine colored, right?) or some kind of succulent because they are easier to take care of. He’s a little worried that you are gonna find such a gift weird or see it as a hassle, that no matter how little maintenance the plant takes you’ll just let it end up dying regardless. But he supposes if anything this will be a good test of your bond-will you cherish and nurture the gift he gives you, or will you discard it and let it wither? Don’t make the wrong choice here, it would break his heart. (And your life honestly depends on it.)

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Strade🔪- You were dreading what kind of ‘present’ this man would concoct for you on Valentine’s day, but to your complete surprise he actually prepares something shockingly thoughtful for you. He’s set up a nice little homemade dinner for the two of you in the living room, complete with mood lighting (you hoped he didn’t have any surprise uses for the candles that burned around you), nice dishes and silverware (a rare luxury, considering how he usually makes you eat your food) and some wild flowers he had picked from out in the yard (did they have thorns? Were you gonna find that out the hard way?). The dinner itself is one of your favorite meals, and while it was maybe a tad bit overcooked and plated sloppily, it still tasted incredibly good. The catch? Well, I mean you have to have some kind of entertainment while you eat, right? Good thing Strade has a plethora of ‘home videos’ on deck to enjoy with you while you have your lovely little feast. Maybe watching them will spark something between you two, it’s certainly going to put him in the mood to reenact them with you. It’s Valentine’s Day afterall, why not have a little fun? <3

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Celia👩‍💼- It really just depends on her mood or what is happening the day of. You may end up getting  something nice, a little reward from her for being such a good and obedient pet.  She’ll gift you something thoughtful and sweet, like a nice piece of jewelry, expensive chocolate, or finely aged wine that costs more than you make in an entire month. She’ll be relaxed and pleased as she watches you enjoy her gift, taking satisfaction in how easy it was for her to delight you. On the other hand, if she is in a horrible mood or (god forbid) was forced to spend the holiday with her husband, the only thing you are going to be receiving is the brunt of her frustrations. If he bought her chocolates she’d force you to eat them all in one go, prying your mouth open to shove them in herself if you refuse to do it on your own, cramming them in until you nearly choke. If he bought her flowers she’d flog you with the bouquet, rose thorns tearing into your flesh until you were left in a pile of petals and your own blood, body littered with lacerations and angry red welts. Whatever half assed gift she was given or horrible date she was put through, has now become your problem as she uses you as an outlet for her resentment. And for the final celebratory Valentine’s act, she’d use you however she saw fit to get off (because she sure as hell isn’t getting any pleasure anywhere else tonight). Mine as well make the most of her time with her little sweetheart before she’s forced to go back and face whatever is waiting for her back home. You understand, right honey?

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Derek🦂- Honestly he forgets it’s Valentine’s Day, but it really doesn’t matter. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to get you anything or do anything for you anyway. If anything, he’d buy something for himself that he can either use on you or force you into for his own personal amusement. Some kind of constricting, demeaning latex gimp suit, or maybe a new whip he can assault you with. The more it hurts or humiliates you the better, because nothing brings him more pleasure than watching you suffer and squirm. Regardless of if he remembers the holiday or not, he’ll probably just spend the day mocking, assaulting, and/or torturing you anyway-once he recognizes the date, he may even go a little harder than usual as a treat to himself.  What are you gonna do, cry because your ‘Valentine’ is being mean to you? Hearing you beg, curse, moan, and scream in agony over all that he’s putting you through only makes it better, sweetheart. Like music to his ears! Even though it’s far from your intention, you are the best Valentine he’s ever had and though he won’t admit it, he’s thankful to you for that. Then again, maybe the holiday is just making him feel particularly sappy… Has he ever told you how pretty your tear stained face looks when you are choking on his dick, struggling to breathe as he forces himself down your throat? He’ll have to take a picture to show you next time.

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Mason🌲- He’s not very well versed with the ‘typical’ things people want or do for Valentine’s Day, and quite honestly, he finds it all rather obnoxious. To him it’s just some big show, a way for corporations to profit off people’s affections and sex drives to get them to spend money on cheap tokens of affection. Flower bouquets? They’ll just die. Stuffed animals? There’s no point to them. Jewelry? Useless baubles. No, the TRUE way to show your love for someone is through an EXPERIENCE. And what better experience is there then the thrill of nature? Maybe that makes him seem like a one trick pony- he did first meet you by purchasing you for his hunt, after all. But things were different now, you have proven yourself to him, proven that you have the know-how to survive out in the wilds. Now that you mastered it, you can truly enjoy it. He can tell you still didn’t really trust him (and honestly he isn’t sure you ever truly will) but he has faith you’ll eventually come around to this new way of life with him. He loves taking you out hunting and camping, the excitement he feels stalking his prey, the sense of purpose and connection he experiences living off of nature’s bounty, he’s found its much more enjoyable with you by his side. He hopes you feel it too- the buzz coursing through the air as he finally corners his quarry, how rousing it is when you land the final blow and get to drag your prize back home. He makes you watch as he skins and cleans them, finding importance in the act. You need to witness him doing his craft, learn from him, and really understand that you’re relying on him for your survival. Afterall it’s just the two of you out here now, it’s better to get used to it sooner rather than later. Come on, it’s time you took part in helping him prepare his slaughter. After you are done he’ll use the meat to cook you something nice, or prepare you some jerky so you’ll have something to snack on. This lifestyle is his ongoing gift to you, darlin’. Happy Valentine’s Day. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

[moss-bride]

Pregnant in the summer, barefoot in the winter.

Mason Heiral x pregnant fem reader. Sneak peek.

She desperately tried to detach herself from her current reality. Hasn't felt herself since she had her ill-fated encounter with the man that used to be her neighbor. 

Mason gave her tasks and expected them done by the hour he returned. Feed the chickens. He had bought them for her to keep preoccupied

She squinted her eyes at the mirror in one corner of the room, small as it is, her full form is foreign, Is this broken-down woman with gray baggy eyes and messy hair really her? After months she's still in disbelief. 

The aches to her back cracked a confirmation, and so does the small kick to her insides that has her wincing. She sighs."I'm up honey. No more hitting mama." her second pregnancy is proving harder than the first.  Her body's occupant is active day in and out. he twists and turns like a fish in a bowl moving this way and that.

Another gasping cry comes from the nursery room and now she's dealing with two children. Her hands ache from exhaustion and the need to crawl back in bed, cup her ears and disappear from the piercing sound of her son. She fights the urge and makes her way into the nursery.

Mason had made the crib. Chopped the wood and sanded the bars until their smooth surface shined. He had carved a strange sigyl on the headboard of the crib. The meaning was lost on her. Through her first pregnancy she was a shell that breathed and ate. That's all. Those gray days consumed her. Only momentarily disappearing when HE spent time tormenting her. 

The most care he'd ever shown to a single living thing. 

[moss-bride]

Lovers in the mud. Chapter2

Dead dove.

Mason Heiral x reader

The day wanes and she managed to evade the sight of her hunter as the moon rises. The night is harsh, it's a precarious temperature to sleep in so she doesn't. Doesn't plan on losing toes and fingers to hypothermia. This type of temperature is foreign and without previous experience she winds up huddled in a bush again. 

 

Each noise of wind through leaves has her on high alert ready to run. Every time the sweet release of unconsciousness creeps she claws her arms to stay awake.

 

The leak of the sun brings waves of relief. hunger begins to cling on the edge of her senses. Needs to find food fast.

 

She opens her supply bag and checks if he left a protein bar. Nothing but her supplies. Fucking asshole couldn't spare food.

 

She takes the knife and searches for a sturdy stick. The nice think ones are still attached to trees. She doesn't want to leave a trace. Like a deer would mark with antlers.

 

Thank god almighty she finds one. She tests it's width. And when it doesn't break she seems it decent. 

Shaving the end into a point 

 

She manages to find a river, the quiet rushing of water nearly makes her shout in joy. 

 

She cooks a fish in the fire. After much debate on how the smoke and smell might be a give away. Then finds a healthy clump of moss and squeezes the water into her parched mouth.

 

Her luck runs out 

 

She trips over a branch. The crash is louder then it should be. She sputters out dirt and blinks open her eyes. Right beside her is the source of the clang. A bear trap. Her eyes bug out of her head as she scrambles back. 

 

She gets up and starts to run. The loud clanging of its jaws likely alerted him. And sure enough 

If she quiets down enough she hears the barest hint of crunching leaves under feet. He's a surprisingly limber man for his size. Actively hunting his prey with permission that belongs to circling mountain lion.

 

Saw traps come to mind. The one frame of reference she has for these types of deadly metal machinations that she could have lost her leg to.

 

The reality of her third brush with death makes her nauseous. Yet she can't afford to bend over and vomit out her fishy lunch. He's nearing.

[moss-bride]

Lovers in the mud.

Mason Heiral x fem reader. Ch1

She wakes up to air so fresh it stings her lungs, so used to city smog it makes her cough. Attempting to cover her mouth but the tug of rope on her limbs stops her.

With that one restraint her memories come flooding back, those disgusting questions and the strange auction. 

She's been trafficked. Her heart races. A blind fold is tightly stretched over her eyes, thick as to not see a single shadow or stream of light.

"Finally awake?" a deep male voice from behind.

She turns to face the sound and tries to back away but his hold on her is solid. She only manages a few inches of space between them.

 Immediately on the defense. Which is useless with her blacked out vision so the one thing to do is hunch her back and shiver in the cold. She strains her arms attempting to get out of the rope and at least his hold but his hand steadies her. "Woah, easy there. I'll unbind you in a second."

The promise stills her and he takes it as a go ahead for introductions. Heavy foot falls crunch the ground. "Let's start with the basics. I'm Mason, I already know your name so you don't have to tell me. The suits gave me a whole paragraph."

A hand works at the tie of her blindfold until the strain of light hits her. Darting her eyes to the forest surrounding her it's nothing but green-brown trees as far as the eye can see. Deep hanging canopy of leaves with foreboding wintery spell of fog and no hint of civilization.

Then it's the man's turn. Once she registers the size of him, heavy set with the strain of muscle under his thick coat, a bit of hope in her heart scatters to ash. If you had told her he's a logger she would have believed you. There's no way she can hope to overpower him with a head on fight.

Honey brown hair fading into silver at the edges. A beard and a strong nose, his eyes crinkled in a mimicry of friendliness yet there is a spark missing. Absent warmth of humanity.

 This man, Mason, isn't going to make her escape easy

"Where did you take me?" No cars or power lines, no sounds of a highway. She really is in a forest and not a national park. She's been to some before, to do light jogging and laze around the ground, you could still hear beeping cars from a distance.

Mason's smile is cruel. "You're smart. Figure it out."

 There is a chill in the air but her coat blocks it out. Under his gaze she pats the unfamiliar clothes down. Pants, socks, and shoes all made of sturdy material, ones she has never owned. He had changed her while she was unconscious!

At her rising glare he chuckles. "Now that's a mean look."

Her lip lifts in a sneer. "What do you want from me, asshole?" 

Instead of answering he takes a step towards her and she takes an equal step back. Ready to bolt off. The same is repeated for another step, she makes sure to keep the same space between them until he huffs an annoyed exhale. "I'm going to untie your hands." 

She lets him come near and holds out her hands. The rope slacks and her wrists are free, she's immediately jumping away rubbing the frayed skin. 

Mason is amused. He tosses her a bag and she lets it fall, too tense to react, when she doesn't move to grab it he explains. "Supplies for the mountain."

He cracks his neck and rumbles out and answers her question. "I want a good game."

She doesn't want to look away. Keeping the bag at the corner of her eye she snatches it and glances inside. Everything she needs for a fire. A pocket knife, pencil and paper. 

When she's finished examining the contents she's met by the sight of an arrow head, aimed directly at her to a fine point. The sun shines brightly on the head.

Her eyes go wide. Her body reacts quicker than her head, snapping into a blind run. He's going to kill her. Swiftly running into the canopy of trees, past trunks. 

He shoots the arrow and it pierces the tree next to her. A warning shot.

Can't look behind her because that would waste precious seconds she doesn't have. Getting away from the maniac that is hunting her for sport. 

She grits her teeth and keeps hiding. Going forward at first, then veering to the left. It's only then she allows herself to hide behind a trunk and search for him. 

The trees aren't thick enough to be able to hide people behind them but their sheer number and nearness offers camouflage .

The forest is wide and the mountains stretch above the canopy lines. The grass can cover her for now as long as she lies low to the ground.

She sets her things down and crashes beside a tree, chest moving rapidly.

Where should she go? What's the least probable place he'd find her?

He likely knows each branch and river, each mud puddle and fallen trunk like the back of his hand.

It makes her sick to think of him tracking her footfall, so she decides to empty her head for a second.

Sit and gaze up at the sky. Tears stream out the corner of her eyes and she wipes them with a trembling palm. 

It takes a few minutes to gather herself. Swallowing thickly she threads her hand into grass in an effort to self stimulate . Unfamiliar bulbs of foliage bulge against her palm, she pinches one of the strange plants. A false cone shape with deep mahogany buds. 

She tears the stem off and concentrates. She wants this to be a nightmare that she'll wake up from, but the biting cold solidifies her reality

This plant and the subtle accent of his voice when speaking English, foreignness of this weather.

She might be in North America. Which isn't narrowed down by a lot but it's something.

She goes through the bag again and finds the diminutive dagger below the notepad again. Hardly the ideal tool for self defense.

Nonetheless she clutches it to her chest.

He made a mistake giving her a knife no matter how small. She will make him regret it.

[betbeton]

HII MY FRIEND !!

I’m here to request again!! My brain just keeps popping up with ideas to request about!! So anyways I’ll get started on this (:

Can you do Various Tpof characters with a S/O who has a Kazuha Personality from Genshin impact??

Thanks :D

Various TPoF × Kazuha S/O

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - Hope you enjoy!!·

⪧ Mason Heiral

The fact you always address him politely and keep a reserved air about yourself saves him the trouble of making you that way

In the same breath while he enjoys you being that way, he would also enjoy you acting out sometimes but can't have the best of both worlds

He would rather have someone who always listens and is polite to someone who never does

When it comes to your love for the outdoors he feeds into quite a bit

While it is annoying to take breaks from hunting down people he would be willing to if you enjoy the forest being peaceful when you explore it

Though if you do enjoy aiding the big beefy man in his hunting he'll gladly give you a lil knife and set you loose

He might even bring home two sorry saps occasionally to spice things up

kinda like introducing toys during sex just with soon to be dead people

⪧ Celia Lede

You want to be outside in the dirt with people she deems beneath her? Not a chance of that happening.

While she might refuse to allow you outside she will allow you to gaze longingly out windows

Watching you pine after the fresh air and flora outside makes her so damn happy

She does parade you around on her arm at company functions

After all if her little mouse is polite and well spoken who is she to not use it to her advantage

She might even take you to the beach once if you're exceptionally good at getting her status higher

No camping or dirty activities though she has an image that a villa on the sea can uphold unlike a tent or adventuring

⪧ Derek Goffard

He abuses your politeness to stomp all over you like a doormat

He would also hold the promise of time outside exploring to get you to do heinous things for him

If you pester him enough he would likely let you explore the immediate area around his home, with a shock collar of course

In the same breath though he is still the toxic snot Derek Goffard so he would probably lock you in a closet or other small dark space when he is away on the desert holiday

The look in your eyes and the infuriatingly polite begging always scratch an itch deep in his bones

He would also, if you weren't a victim from the desert, use you to gain points with his father

and as a person to dump his unfinished paperwork onto

[betbeton]

HII!!

I’m happy you like the crossover requests :D I’ll be sure to send you more along the way, I play/watch a TON of animes/games/shows a lot, and I’d be happy to share with you, and I can’t believe I didn’t see that you write for Boyfriend to Death at all so I’m definitely gonna request for that fandom to! anyways, enough with my talking, I better get started!!

Can you do Various Tpof Characters(with Derek Goffard ofc) with a S/O who has a Uzui Tengen Personality from Demon Slayer??

Thanks again lolol

Various × Uzui Tengen S/O

Warnings - None

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - I HAVE RISEN TO PROVIDE THE GOODS BESTIE! You've been coming in hot with the great ideas! ·

⪧ Mason Heiral

You age him by fifty years every day

Really he enjoys the contrast between both your personalities, but

G E E Z do you make him tired

He is always on his toes with your eccentricities, but it's in a good way

The only hard NO for him is multiple partners, not for the typical reasons

He must doesn't want to deal with more than one partner

⪧ Celia Lede

She is unashamed of the fact she uses you to get through social events

With your outgoing personality and flamboyant behaviour you're naturally a people pleaser

You two are the ideal power couple

Dressed to the nines and always on point

You're the envy of everyone you meet, even if she does keep you on a tight leash

⪧ Derek Goffard

He hates you so much ♡

From your personality to those extravagant clothes he could just punch you in the face

Softly with his own

He uses you as a crutch of sorts to please his father

and keep his siblings at bay when he isn't harassing them

Overall despite him being a somewhat distant partner and occasionally rather harsh you two are a rather good match

Just don't ask to accompany him on his yearly holiday-

[betbeton]

HELLO!!

I also thought of this one, bear with me because I’m gonna be giving more crossovers 😭😭, you’re a great friend, im beyond grateful for you doing these requests, feel free to decline if likely <3

Can you do Any Tpof Characters you can think of(But add derek goffard XD) with a S/O who has a Arataki Itto Personality from Genshin Impact??

Thanks a lot :)

Various × Arataki Itto Reader

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - ah arataki itto my beloved--

i am loving these crossover requests! i did the main three, but can do more if you want! I'm also so grateful for you requesting things ♡♡! ·

⪧ Mason Heiral

You were most likely one of his earlier victims that he bought

Your kind soul wore him down-

He would treat you like a stray cat

Leaves you out food and makes you stay in when the weather is harsh

Your lack of tact in the intelligence department irritates him sometimes

But he is willing to ask you multiple times to use your head more before he takes you to the axe block ♡

His favourite thing to have you do is charm and give his prey a sense of hope right before he strikes

Only if they don't seem like they'll make for a decent hunt- otherwise he locks you inside his cabin like a naughty dog

Over all you aren't equals and he isn't shy about reminding you of that fact,

but you still grew on his heart like a fungus so a win for you

⪧ Celia Lede

You most likely ran off with her after killing her husband

You're her little mouse she loves to torture

Doesn't allow you to eat at the table or sit near her, your place is beneath her - the floor-

Even though she does adore her sweet kind hearted little mouse she still brings home victims when the opportunity arises

She is also not one to give you a moment to think,

she expects her pet to be smarter than you naturally are so better apply yourself

Lives vicariously through you when it comes to eating sweets and other unhealthy things, hopefully you have a strong stomach

Overall she treats you like a dog, even makes you sleep in a crate if you irritate her enough

⪧ Derek Goffard

You're most likely the person his father set him up with to keep up appearances

A kind hearted somewhat slow person

The imperfect match for his violent and self centered attitude

He would probably be the harsher of the three when dealing with you

Berates you for you lack of wit and regularly speaks down to you

Despite you being used to keep up appearances he isn't above abusing you if you irritate him enough

He enjoys isolating you since you're so kind and friendly the desolate look in your eyes after a week locked in a room makes him feel some type of way.

Overall he doesn't even entertain the idea you two could ever be equals

You are his property to use and hurt

Though he would never take you as his contribution to the yearly desert trip

[betbeton]

oh em gee heyyy I’m gonna send in this request for you.. hhhhehegee... i love this character a lot, but hopefully you can take this request as well, or you can decline, whatever’s best for you♡

Can you do various TPOF characters with a S/O who has a cinnabar n padparadscha from hnk, you can call them padparadscha instead, they also have they/them pronouns.

they look good LMAO, anyways thanks again my friend<3

Various TPoF × Cinnabar + Padparadscha S/O

Warnings - Implied Violence

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - i am looking respectfully 👀 they are so ✨✨ ·

⪧ Derek Goffard

Loves to use your self loathing or any negative emotions to manipulate you into doing what he wants you to

Also enjoys using it to torment you regularly

Though when you're calm and have that look in your eyes that you know what he's up to, he hates it

He'll avoid you during that time trying to stay one step ahead

but he's impulsive and a rat bastard so he can't stay away for long

⪧ Celia Lede

Adores teasing and berating you when you're apathetic or gloomy

Also probably uses it to her advantage to manipulate you whenever you're being particularly difficult and she doesn't have time to bust out the knife or something

Low-key enjoys the times when you're calm and observing

The glint in your eyes always an indication you're more tuned in to what is happening than most would think

⪧ Mason Heiral

He doesn't have time to spend watching and listening to you sulk about his cabin

He would probably lock you in a closet or something if you seemed to be in a particularly bad funk

He probably wouldn't invite you to hunt with him

The calculating look in your eyes that gives away the fact you know more than you're letting on doesn't set well with him

Though if you insist on helping him he would probably cave after a lot of pestering or chop your head off with an axe either way you're in for a time

[betbeton]

HII!!

I also thought if this character!! I’m not sure but, maybe can you add them reacting to their S/O with eden’s fighting skills? but here i go :)

Can you do Various TPOF characters with a S/O who has a Eden personality from Honkai Impact??

Thanks a ton !!

Various TPoF × Eden S/O

Warnings - Violence

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· A/N - bouta have me acquiring yet another thing to have a fixation on. i also just did two since i can't see celia liking someone who is like that i can add her or others if you want tho. ·

⪧ Derek Goffard

Two words : Scared and Horny

Someone who is hot AND can kick ass?! His pants are on the ground

Kidding,,, kinda

He does find the fact you could handle yourself hot, but he also is infuriated by how generous and kind you are

His reasoning for his irritation

You're rich! So you can do anything. Why be nice

like rat bastard no- let y/n do their thing they still let you bust a nut in them

he thinks your kindness and calm personality are icks/drawbacks

⪧ Mason Heiral

He views your calm demeanour and velvety voice as positives alongside your fighting abilities

The fact you can handle yourself makes him worry less about locking you up in his cabin when he's out hunting

Though he would bust a blood vessel if ever helped out one of his victims

he spent good money on them don't ruin his fun

He is probably likely to monopolize your kindness for his own enjoyment,

he would return it in kind, but inly after he's had his fill