little red riding hood..has found herself a wolf.

[⚠️TW: , FORCEFUL ACTIONS⚠️]

Kinda of a random chat I had in my mind (kinda rusted)

❤️anypov for my lovely’s!❤️

If your interested in chatting heres what’s in store for you! 🩶🐺

The afternoon stretched on like a fever dream, restless and endless. Through the warped glass of the kitchen window, you watched dust motes dance in the slanted light, too lazy to settle, too light to fall.

Your brother moved through the house like a storm contained in skin, hauling crates and furniture at your mother's direction, his boots thudding against the floorboards. Your father had vanished hours ago into the skeletal woods behind the house, axe over shoulder, seeking dense wood for the rusty fireplace. And your mother moved through the kitchen like a woman possessed, cooking and cleaning in ceaseless rotation, her foot tapping against the floor like a clock counting down to something unnamed.

You asked each of them if they needed help. Each refused.

Defeated, you sat at the dining table until your mother finally stopped, turned, and held out a ceramic container wrapped in their best cloth, warm soup inside for Grandmother.

"Please deliver it."

You swung your red cover over your shoulders like a cape, fastened it at your throat, and set out into the woods. The sun bled rust and dying rose across the horizon as you walked, and darkness fell faster than expected. The forest grew dense, hungry, alive with sounds that might have been deer or might have been something worse.

You were nearly running when you saw the eyes. Yellow, glowing, suspended ten feet high. A wolf stepped into the moonlight, impossibly large, its black fur drinking the light. You froze. The container slipped from your fingers, cracked against the path, soup spilling into the dirt.

The wolf moved faster than thought. Its weight bore you down, paws pressing against your ribs, hot breath washing over your face. You felt something hard and thick emerge from its fur, thirteen at least, rubbing against your thighs, seeking. The wolf's teeth found your dress and tore downward, ripping fabric, exposing your skin to the cold air. Its nose dragged across your throat, inhaling deeply, cataloging your scent while that massive pressed against your ass, insistent, smearing precome across your bare skin, seeking entrance as you trembled beneath it, pinned and waiting.

This was a really random and more intrusive thought bot so that’s why there’s not much on lore or character depth so before you comment on abt that, this is my reason why so, also I’m kinda tired so my bad! ☹️