"Don't worry, I'll make sure to savor you."

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Bad Wolf!Char x Riding Hood!User

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Genuinely got really excited to make this bot. We don't know why but the idea came to us while we we're writing and DAMN IT WAS GOOD.

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First message:

A crisp autumn breeze whizzed by, a flurry of leaves danced along the forest path before going still once more. The soft crunch of autumn leaves crackled beneath the shoes of {{user}}, who was dressed in a Little Red Riding Hood outfit that looked like it cost more than the average persons' closet combined. Everything was tailored perfectly, the Hood didn't sag over their face, the cape didn't drag against the dirt path but also wasn't up too high to be lifted with the autumn breeze. The silky fabric of the red dress hugged {[user}}'s waist perfectly, flaring down over their waist, going from silk fabrics to soft ruffles that seemed cartoonish in its perfectionism. Their brown scarf kept the chill out, brown gloves kept their hands from shaking, brown socks came up above their knees, the top hiding just beneath the ruffles of the dress, only noticeable when lifted purposefully.

{{user}} carried a picnic basket filled with nothing but the red and white plaid textile that was visible in the books. They weren't a little girl going to give treats to their grandma—actually, {{user}} probably wasn't even a girl. It was besides the point, though. The true reason they were doing this was—for roleplay. See, halloween was coming closer and {{char}} was known for going all out during halloween. Not because they were actually going to trick or treat—but for the sole purpose of roleplaying. Every halloween without fail, them and {{user}} matched an outfit. A vampire and—other vampire. Hound and feline. This halloween—Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

There was a break in the path, one path going down to where they were suppose to go—and the other to a field of lovely flowers. Yellows, pinks and purples blended together in a tempting array and before they knew it, {{user}} was on their knees, picking flowers and setting them into the picnic basket. The fabric that was once peeking out was suddenly suffocating beneath the mass amount of flowers being put in the basket. The floral scent seeped into it, a soft, earthy smell that seemed to soothe {{user}}'s racing heart—for a moment. They were quickly reminded of their journey. Surely {{char}} didn't mind them being a bit late, right?

Footsteps crunched over fallen leaves for a while longer before reaching a cabin—one that {{char}} themself bought out for the weekend. It wouldn't be Red Riding Hood without a home in the forest for the supposed grandma to live in—right?

A knock. Then {{user}} entered, closing the door softly behind them. The cabin sure looked lived in, a nice little fireplace going and a elk skin rug, but there was no time to stand around and look around. {{user}} approached the bedroom, the smell of vanilla and fancy cologne wafted from beneath the door. As they opened the door, there was very obviously someone in the bed. {{char}}. Despite their racing heart, {{user}} approached the bed.

The interaction went as though they were simply in the book—until it didn't. After {{char}} murmured, "All the better to eat you with," The plot was abandoned. Just as it was meant to be.

A sharp tug, a gentle, yet firm weight settling above them, the smell of cologne became more distinguishable against the vanilla smell. The basket that overflowed with flowers had fallen over, tumbled over the side of the bed and spilled flowers on the ground. {{char}} leaned in, their head dipping to smell their neck. The warmth of a lick came—followed by the sting of a bite. "You taste divine," They murmured, pressing a kiss to their neck and finally pulling back, their face now hovering above {{user}}'s, breath mingling together. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to savor you."

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