#littleredridinghood!reader

[bimbowshmimbow]

Hey, how about a story set in a reality inspired by fairy tales? I recently rewatched that series called Once Upon a Time, where all the characters from children's stories live in the same universe and I wanted to read something related to that. I think HBO's Joel would fit in with Snow White's Huntsman, or maybe something more innovative and obscure like a male character from Swan Lake or even The Dancing Princesses or Hansel and Gretel, in the latter case Ellie could be included as Gretel. The Joel from the games seems more like "Rambo feelings" to me, so Little Red Riding Hood would be interesting. But sorry if I'm asking too much, any fairy tale would be great.

Into The Dark Woods (short series)

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part 2

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hunterwolf!joel miller x littleredridinghood! freader

MDNI (minors do not interact) — dark fairy tale elements, danger in the woods, implied violence (offscreen), minor age gap (reader is young adult, Joel is significantly older), protective Joel, slow burn relationship to come, heavy emotional themes (loneliness, survival), distrust of society.

They warned you, of course.

The whole village did — old women tugging their shawls tighter, muttering about curses and beasts, boys pointing at the gnarled woods and daring each other to go one step closer.

Stay on the path, they said.

Don’t stray after dark.

Don’t talk to the man with the wolf eyes.

You clutched the basket tighter against your chest, stepping carefully over the tangled roots and fallen branches. The thin red cloak around your shoulders offered no warmth against the cold breath of the woods.

The sun had already dipped low, bleeding gold and crimson between the trees, and you knew you were running out of time.

Then you heard it —

A crack.

A shift in the shadows.

Something moving just ahead.

You froze, heart hammering.

Another crack. Another soft grunt, low and rough.

When he stepped into view, you almost didn’t believe it.

He looked… human.

Mostly.

Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in worn leather and a battered cloak. Dark hair threaded with silver, scruff along a strong jaw. His hands were bare — large, rough — and a battered knife hung low on his belt.

But it was the eyes that gave him away.

Gold-flecked, wild.

Like a wolf that hadn’t decided yet if you were prey.

For a long, breathless moment, neither of you moved.

Then his gaze dropped to the basket in your arms, the cloak slipping off your shoulder, the way you trembled just a little.

“You lost, sweetheart?”

The voice was deep, rough, edged with something almost like amusement.

Or pity.

You opened your mouth — meant to say yes, or beg for help — but all that came out was a tiny, broken sound.

Joel — you knew his name, whispered behind doors — sighed.

Ran a hand down his tired face.

“Christ,” he muttered. “You’re just a kid.”

(You weren’t, not really. You’d been fending for yourself for a long time now. But you were small, and cold, and you guessed you didn’t look like much to a man like him.)

“Where you headed?” he asked gruffly.

You tried to speak again, voice cracking. “My grandmother’s house. Across the river.”

He glanced toward the thickening woods behind you — darker now, curling with mist.

His jaw tightened. “Ain’t gonna make it ‘fore full dark.”

You swallowed. “I have to.”

Another sigh. Deeper this time, like he was debating with himself.

Then Joel did something no one ever said he would.

He stepped closer.

Not fast, not threatening — careful, like approaching a wounded animal.

“You ain’t gonna make it alone,” he said, softer now. “Not with what’s out here.”

He stretched out one hand — big, warm, calloused — palm open.

“Come with me,” Joel said. “I’ll get you there. Safe.”

You hesitated.

Every story, every warning, clawed at the back of your mind.

Don’t trust him.

He’s dangerous.

He’s not like us.

But when you looked up into those battered, tired eyes — you didn’t see a monster.

You saw a man.

A man who had seen too much, lost too much, and still chose to offer a stranger his hand.

You placed your hand in his before you could lose your nerve.

His fingers closed around yours — firm, steady — and you shivered at the warmth.

“Atta girl,” Joel murmured, almost to himself.

Then he tugged you gently forward, guiding you off the narrow path, into the deeper woods.

And you realized, for the first time in a long time,

you weren’t scared anymore.

Not of him.

Not of the woods.

Not even of the night.

Because maybe — just maybe — the wolf was never meant to eat Little Red Riding Hood after all.

Maybe he was meant to save her.

wait i actually love this.. should I do a series? Or one big fic.. ~ bow

[holylulusworld]

His Little Red Riding Hood - Halloween Special 31

Summary: You knew it was a mistake to go into the woods at night. Now you pay for your mistake.

Square filled for @fairytalebingo: Red Riding Hood

Ship: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!(LittleRedRidingHood) Reader

Tags/Warnings: angst, chasing, fear, dark!fic, werewolf trope, a/b/o, scenting, mating, dub-con, monster fucking, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, transformation, kidnapped reader, the reader is an adult and at age, this story is 18+ 

Catch up here: Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

He has you on your belly, completely at his mercy as he claims your body once again. Deeper and deeper he drives into you. It feels as if his cock makes your belly bulge.

True to his words, the monster making you his mate in the woods tries to get you full of his spawn for weeks. During the daytime, he’s a man, possessive, but almost sweet.

At night, he turns into something dark. Something not even himself can control. He mostly stays in half-form. Half wolf, half man to mate you. It’s the best way to successfully impregnate you. At least Peggy told you so.

“This time,” he growls in your neck after a particularly deep thrust, “it will settle in your womb.” You’re shaking underneath. In fear and desire. You don’t want to carry his spawn, but he has you tethering between hatred and want all the time. “I know it, doll.”

You bite the pillow and hold back a moan. The beast cannot know you’re close to another orgasm. Bucky already forced two out of you today. With his skilled and long tongue, his furry fingers, and now, his cock. A cock out of this world.

"No,” you whine as he angles his hips to rut faster into you. “Nghh…”

“You’re a newly awoken omega,” he pants in your neck, excessively licking the mark he left. “It will take time to adapt.”

You curl your fingers into the bedsheets. No, you’ll never get used to what he made you. An obedient and slicking whore waiting for your alpha to take you.

His claws sink into your shoulders, pinning you down to the bed when he starts to howl. Bucky slams into you over and over again, making you whimper and cry. “Now, omega.”

You shake your head.

“I said, now!” He grazes his sharp teeth over your neck. “OMEGA!”

Your body gives in long before your mind. Back arching into Bucky like a cat in heat, you fall apart underneath the heavy beast. He’s pleased and lovingly licks your neck, slowly thrusting into you to ride your orgasm out.

His knot starts to swell again. You bite the pillow harder, knowing it will be painful to let him stretch you out. “Relax, doll. You’re my omega. You can take it.” Voice softening Bucky murmurs praises in your ear, making you whimper even louder.

You hate that he holds this power over you. He can lure you into safety with only a few words. His alpha has your omega wrapped around his finger.

“Good girl,” he praises again, feeling his knot spread you out. “So good for me. Always.”

You take a deep breath and wait for the pain to become unbearable. Closing your eyes, you let it happen. But this time, it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is still uncomfortable, and you can feel him almost in your guts, but there is no pain.

“Hmm…see,” he nips at your neck with his snout. “You’re a good omega. Your body knows how to take your alpha.”

You hate him even more because he’s right. It seems that whatever he did to you in the woods works in his favor. Your body relaxes and allows Bucky to shove himself as deep as possible into you. His seed fills you again, and you pray it won’t grow fruits.

“Almost there, omega.” He nuzzles you. “Almost, doll. I can feel your omega respond to me. She’s ready to be my mate. Stop being stubborn.”

You hide your face in the pillow. If Granny was still alive, she’d be ashamed of your neediness. You gave in to one of the monsters she tried to protect you from for all her life.

“That old hag was the monster, not me,” he grunts, reading your mind again. “She tried to keep me from what’s mine because our former alpha rejected her and bonded with someone else.”

Lies. You think to yourself.

He chuckles in your neck. “You’re so smart, Omega." Bucky nuzzles you again. “She tried to protect her sweet girl from me. I knew the moment I saw you first that you were my mate. I asked her to let you choose, but she refused. A shame I had to wait for her death to get you.”

You stiffen, and fear grips your heart. Did he have anything to do with your grandmother’s death? You’d never forgive yourself if so.

“No,” he hastily replies. “I’d never do this to you, Y/N. Unlike humans, I’m not cruel. I’d never part you from someone you love.”

“Still, you stole me away and refuse to let me go,” you snap at the creature. You cannot fathom that the sweet man you met in town months ago is the very same monster claiming you as his omega.

“You’re alone, me too,” he replies. “We are meant to be together, doll. You’ll see with time.”

“Did you already get used to your new life?” Peggy, the mate of one of the other pack members, asks. She’s the only one talking to you. Bucky is always around to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t run. At least you think so. “I know it’s hard to adapt. I was once like you.”

“A hostage,” you murmur, not wanting to draw Bucky’s attention toward you and Peggy.

“Human,” she replies with a chuckle. Your eyes widen as her face morphs for a second. Her sharp teeth sink into her lower lip to draw blood. “That, of course, changed with time.”

“You mean, I’m going to turn into a—” You shake your head and bite your tongue. You can’t make yourself say it.

“Not yet,” Peggy says and gently pats your cheek. "But the moment you conceive his baby, your omega will take over control. She must make sure that giving birth to Bucky’s baby won’t kill you. Transformation is inevitable.”

It feels like the world is caving in on you. It was worse enough that your body reacted to Bucky’s touch and closeness. Turning into a werewolf is out of the question. No, you can’t do this and tarnish the memory of your grandmother.

“I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N.” Peggy softly speaks to you like you’re a scared fawn. “You’ll adapt soon. Your omega will guide you through the transformation.”

Your heart beats out of your chest, drawing Bucky’s attention toward you. He’s by your side before you can faint. Bucky brings you into his arms, glaring at Peggy before he carries you out of the room.

“No, no…no,” you sniffle while staring at the third test. Bucky bought dozens of tests, asking you to take one every morning. Today, he finally will get what he wants. “This can’t be. If I’m carrying his child, I’ll be lost forever.”

You hurriedly get up and grab your boots. Bucky is out of the house for a few hours to talk to his friend Steve. He said something about All Hallows Eve, a celebration, and the full moon. Enough time to get far away from him and his pack.

Maybe, out there, are people who know how to stop the curse he brought upon you. This cannot be the end. You don’t want to become a werewolf like him.

Dashing through the woods, you don’t know where you’re going. Away, that’s the only thought on your mind. You can’t turn into one of the creatures. Never.

In the distance, you can see a man. If you can reach him before Bucky can find you, you’ll be safe. He can bring you back to civilization, and you can try to find someone to help you with your problem.

“Sir,” you call for the man, running toward him. He’s about to get in his truck when you call for him again. “SIR! Please. I need help!”

He finally turns around. The lumberjack looks your way and furrows his brows as you stop a few feet away.

“Whatcha doing out here, sweetie?” The man cocks his head. “You look like a wolf was chasing you through the woods.” You’d laugh at his words if he didn’t step closer and grip the axe in his hand tighter.

“I—” Somehow, you sense danger coming from the man. Not only because you’re alone with him in the woods. No. Your instinct, or rather your omega, tells you to not tell him the truth. “I got lost in the woods. I wanted to visit my grandmother’s cabin but took the wrong turn.”

“Ya know, I can smell the beast on you." His features harden, and he grips the axe with both hands. “Not only the bastard fucking you, but the bastard inside of you.”

No. That’s impossible. He can’t be a wolf too. “You’re not funny.” You hope your voice doesn’t sound as scared as you are. “If you don’t want to help me, fine.”

“You won’t get away,” he says and steps closer. “I won’t allow any more of those beasts to come to town to steal our women.”

You scream in terror when he lifts the axe to kill you. Out of instinct, you grasp for his wrist, screaming even louder as your hand is no longer yours. It’s furry and large, with sharp claws.

“Don’t touch my pup.” Your voice sounds so unlike you. “No one touches my baby!” You flick your wrist, breaking the man’s bones without any effort. “Not we are the monsters; you are.”

You can feel the anger take over. Your teeth grit and spit runs down your chin. You’re about to attack the man and rip his head off when Bucky calls your name.

You whine and step away from the man who cradles his broken arm. “Omega, no.” Bucky is by your side in a blink. He feared you’d lose control completely as he was chasing you around the woods. “Come here, let Steve handle this.”

Just now, you see the whole pack stepping out of the shadows to watch you defend your unborn child. “Alpha,” you sniffle and run into Bucky’s arms. “I’m scared. My hand…”

“Shush, doll. You lost control a little there,” he murmurs your name and kisses your temple. “It happens when you get scared, okay.”

“Okay,” you nod against.

“Let me bring you home.” Bucky soothingly rubs your back. “I know it’s a lot to adapt to. I’ll be there to guide you through every single step.”

“Bucky,” you whisper his name, and wrap your arms tightly around him. It’s the first time you seek comfort in his arms, not passion. “I’m pregnant.”

“I know Y/N,” he chuckles. “I could smell it for days. It’s alright, you got overexcited and tried to kill a hunter, but leave this to us.”

Bucky guided you away from the scene, leaving the man attacking his mate and unborn child to his pack. They will know what he wants them to do.

This is the end of kinktober for this year. Happy Halloween!

Tags in reblog.

[fandoms101galore]

Day 10 of #onceuponaretelling although only for like a few more minutes... I keep getting distracted. Doing the challenge, I keep going through my books and I start remembering old friends and then it’s time to start revisiting them again ya know? Well anyway, today’s theme is Little Red Riding Hood. In one of my classes my last semester of college, I actually planned out a book exhibit featuring Red throughout history and the many forms she has taken. I didn’t realize how they changed with the time period and area and all that too! It was so much fun and I got to see so many different set ups of this story that made me love it even more!! I think I still have the assignment if anyone is curious 🤷🏻‍♀️? . . Featured is Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright which is based on the screenplay written by David Leslie Johnson. Constantly, I will see a movie before reading the book mostly because I didn’t know at the time and then I get a little upset because I’ll never be able to fully imagine the world myself without influence from the movie (right or wrong). This being an exception, a book coming from the movie!! This is the movie which features Amanda Seyfrield as our leading lady in red. Now, I LOVED the movie but I love this adaption of it as well. This is such a different take on the story and I’m absolutely here for it AND HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT 📖😍💕 . The picture is from @owlcrate ‘s January 2017 box. A book subscription I highly recommend or just check it out for an occasional box of fabulous bookish goodies!! . . . #fairytales #retellings #littleredridinghood #bigbadwolf #redridinghood #sarahblakleycartwright #davidlesliejohnson #amandasayfried #redcoat #whatbigearsyouhave #whatbigeyesyouhave #whatbigteethyouhave #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #books4life #reader #readersofinstagram #reader4life https://www.instagram.com/p/Box7CWClkEv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=j7fbgxv9akg6

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[bimbowshmimbow]

the thing that watches (part 3)

part 2

part 4

MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), Dark, suspenseful themes, Grumpy, protective Joel, Angst and emotional buildup, Vulnerability, fear, and tension, Mentions of physical danger, Some heated, almost intimate moments, but no physical contact yet

You weren’t supposed to leave the cabin.

Joel told you, you guys could go back on your way through the forest to your grandmothers the next day, when the storm settled down.

Joel had been clear — gruff, grumbling, and entirely unamused when you so much as leaned too far out the front door the day before. The woods, he warned, were unpredictable. Wild. Especially in winter. But it wasn’t the cold he was worried about. Not really.

It was the quiet.

Too quiet.

Which is exactly why, when you woke that morning to the sound of something tapping softly against the window, you couldn’t stay inside.

At first, you thought it was snow or sleet — until you noticed it wasn’t falling from above… but brushing sideways. Like fingers. Or claws.

You pulled on your red wool cloak, laced your boots slowly, telling yourself you’d just check. Just a few steps past the clearing, and then right back inside. Joel wouldn’t even know.

But the second your feet hit the trail, the air shifted.

Still. Watchful.

Something was out there.

You wrapped your cloak tighter around you and pushed through the treeline. The world dimmed immediately. Trees stood like sentinels, draped in frost and silence, their limbs heavy with snow. Everything was painted in blue and silver.

And then — you saw it.

Something moved.

Just at the edge of your vision.

A blur of white and grey and something darker, low to the ground and fast.

You stopped breathing.

It was the same feeling you had as a child when someone told the wrong story around the fire — the kind that made your skin crawl and your heart beat too loud in your ears.

You took another step forward. Then another. The thing reappeared between the trees — tall now. Standing. Watching. Head tilted in a way no man would tilt his head.

Your breath caught in your throat.

It didn’t run.

It waited.

That’s when the crunch of snow behind you made your heart lurch.

You whirled around — and collided hard with a broad chest.

Joel.

His jaw was clenched tight, eyes scanning the woods behind you, rifle already half-lifted.

“I told you not to come out here,” he growled, voice low and cold and furious. “Are you outta your goddamn mind?”

“I—I saw something.”

“You weren’t supposed to see it,” he muttered, hand already closing around your wrist. “And it sure as hell wasn’t supposed to see you.”

He dragged you back through the snow without another word.

But even as the cabin came into view again — his shelter, his fire, the illusion of safety — you could still feel it.

Eyes.

Watching from the dark.

And you knew, somehow, that this was only the beginning.

[bimbowshmimbow]

bowsblurbs! masterlist

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dadsbestfriend!joel x f!reader (smut) (short series)

oldman!joel x f!reader meeting your parents

joel x f!reader its your birthday

joel x f!reader first time with joel (smut)

hunterwolf!joel x littleredridinghood!reader (short series)

neighbor!joel x reader (smut)

joel x younger!reader birds and the bees (smut)

grumpy!joel x sunshine!reader (short series)

joel x younger!reader fluff

joel x f!reader (you both wear glasses) (spicy)

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[bimbowshmimbow]

The Thing in the Shadows (part 4)

hunterwolf!joel x littleredridinghood!reader

part 3

Warnings: MDNI, angsty, protective joel, not much warnings, spooky danger.

The moment the door to the cabin closed behind you, the air shifted.

The warmth inside clashed with the biting chill that had followed you from the woods, and you shivered despite the fire crackling brightly in the hearth. You tried to steady yourself, but Joel’s presence was overwhelming. His intense gaze hadn’t left you since the moment you’d crossed the threshold, and you felt every inch of his scrutiny as he closed the distance between you, his boots thumping against the floorboards.

“You…,” Joel muttered, his voice rough, barely a whisper, but thick with frustration. His fingers clenched by his sides before he reached out and grasped your arms with startling force, holding you in place. His grip was almost painful, but there was something else there—an urgency, a need to make sure you were truly safe, truly in his care. “I told you not to leave.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening with both anxiety and something else you couldn’t quite name. The images from the woods flashed through your mind, the silhouette that had stalked between the trees, the cold eyes that had followed you, waiting.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, though even you didn’t believe it. Your pulse still hammered in your neck, the memory of the thing watching you seeping into your bones.

“Don’t lie to me.” Joel’s tone was gruff, but there was an edge to it now. An almost… worried edge that you weren’t used to hearing from him. His hands tightened on your arms, pulling you closer, almost as if to make sure you were real. “I told you to stay close. Why would you go out there?”

“I had to know,” you breathed out. “I saw something. Something… watching me.” Your voice trailed off as the words felt too strange to say aloud, too unreal.

Joel stared down at you for a long moment, the intensity in his eyes not lessening. He didn’t speak right away, just took a slow, deep breath, before letting go of you entirely. He ran a hand through his hair, turning his back on you and walking a few steps away. You could feel the tension radiating off him, like a storm about to break.

For a moment, you stood still, watching him, unsure of what to do next. The heat from the fire didn’t feel like enough anymore. It was as if the very walls of the cabin were closing in on you.

Joel stopped by the window, his hands bracing against the wood. He was silent, staring out into the night, but his posture told you everything you needed to know—he was on edge, constantly aware of what was beyond the walls of the cabin.

He finally spoke again, but his voice was low, dangerous, like he was forcing himself to keep calm.

“It’s not safe here.”

You didn’t have the words to respond, not really. Your thoughts were tangled in confusion and fear, a knot of emotions you couldn’t quite untangle. The events from the woods were still fresh in your mind—the way the thing had moved between the trees, the way you’d felt it watching you even before you saw it.

You wanted to ask Joel what he knew about the creature, about what was really out there, but the words stuck in your throat. Something in you kept you from questioning him, and you hated that. Hated how much you trusted him without even thinking about it.

He turned back to you then, his gaze softening just a fraction, though the tension still lay thick in the air. His eyes drifted to your face, studying you for a long, quiet moment. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, more controlled, but the warning was still there.

“Don’t go out again.”

You nodded, your throat tight. It felt too much like a command, like something you couldn’t refuse even if you wanted to. And the strange thing was, you didn’t want to. There was a part of you that wanted to obey him, to follow whatever invisible thread connected you to him.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but the words never came. The air between you thickened. The fire crackled in the silence.

And then, without warning, Joel moved. He was in front of you before you could take another breath, his hand grasping your chin firmly. You couldn’t pull away, not with the way he held you in place, and the intensity of his gaze only grew.

“You know nothing about these woods, you want protection. You’re gonna listen to me” he growled softly, his voice vibrating with a protective anger you hadn’t heard from him before.

“Yes..” you’d reply no choice but submitting as his eyes pierced your gaze waiting until he sees that submission. Then he lets go of your chin, swiftly turning his back to you and disappearing into the kitchen.

“We’re leaving in the morning.” You heard his gruff voice state, really the last words he spoke to you. His bed was comfy. The mattress firm but covered in various old puffy blankets and pillow, he clearly brought our extra for you. He took the couch automatically.

It was strange how angry he got, was it protective or annoyance? You’d wonder as you laid in his bed. Until nightfall drew you drowsy to sleep.

[holylulusworld]

Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Summary: You knew it was a mistake to go into the woods at night.

Written for: This is my dark and mordern interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood for @boxofbonesfic​​ 𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒰𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒…challenge. Congratulations on your milestone again.

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Ship: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!(LittleRedRidingHood) Reader

Tags/Warnings: angst, chasing, fear, dark!fic, werewolf trope, a/b/o, scenting, marking, mating, huge cock, dub-con, non-con due to monster fucking (yes, you heard right; we will get the big bad wolf this time), smut, unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, biting, blood, transformation, manipulation,  implied kidnapping, the reader is an adult and at age, this story is 18+ 

Words: 1,8+

A/N: Please consider I stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote something dark this time. Head the warnings and read at your own risk. Don’t like, don’t read.

Little Red Riding Hood. 

That’s what people call you. You found it cute when you were younger, adorable even. Now that you are a grown woman, a feisty and stubborn one, it’s not adorable anymore, it’s an offense.

You’re still wearing a red hooded cloak in honor of your grandmother. She passed away some years ago, and you just can’t forget about her, or the fairytales she told you.

About wolves lurking in the dark. Finding their mates by watching, searching, and sniffing around humans. She warned you not to go into the woods after dark. You could only visit her cabin nestled deep in the woods during the daytime.

All your life you listened to her warnings. Never enter the woods after dark. All your life, until tonight. 

Grief held your heart in such a tight grip that you had to visit her cabin. 

It’s not too far from your home, and you believe nothing will happen to you if you follow the path you know by heart. The one framed with wildflowers and the sigils your grandmother carved into the trees. For protection – she always said, while mumbling words you didn’t understand.

If only you listened to her. 

Now you are on the run, chased by a man-sized beast. You only got glimpses of the beast hunting you, but it was enough to know it would kill you if you let it get closer.

“Omega,” it snarls in your direction, knowing that you are hiding behind another tree. “Come to me.”

You gasp as the large wolf-like creature stops in front of the tree. It looks directly at you for a moment. The wolf throws its head back and howls loudly.

“Go away,” you whisper more to yourself than the creature. You place your hand on the tree trunk, praying that the sigils your grandmother carved deep into the tree will protect you from the beast.

The sigils are faded, but the beast won’t get close.

“Omega.”

The wolf snarls at you. It waits and waits as you remain behind the tree. You hold your breath as it steps toward the tree. 

It whines, and you swear its features are twisted in pain for a second before the wolf steps back again. 

“No.”

“You’re mine,” it says. Or at least you believe the wolf speaks to you as it moves back. The wolf sits down, waiting patiently for you to come closer. “Come here.”

You violently shake your head. “Go away, beast,” you reply. You’re still out of breath from all the running and try to find a way to escape the wolf without running again. If there is a way.

“You’re scared,” a deep guttural noise leaves the beast’s throat. You still have no idea how you can understand its words. “Good.”

Your eyes widen as the beast stares back at you. Up close it looks even taller than before, and you know you won't stand a chance.

“Come here,” it insists.

When you don’t move a muscle, the beast stomps its forepaws on the ground. The ground shakes violently. You scream in terror as the tree protecting you from the beast splits into two halves.

All you can do is jump out of the way to avoid being hit by the tree’s branches. You land on your back, crying out in pain as the beast purrs in your direction. “I will tame you, feisty omega.”

You’re shaking in fear. Whatever the beast is after, it’s not its next snack. That wolf wants something else, so you fear.

“Go away.”

You stare at the beast, watching it tilt its head. It listens to your ragged breathing and silent whimpers. Whatever the beast in front of you is, it knows you already lost this fight.

“Go away…just go away,” you chant. “Please let this be a nightmare.”

The wolf watches you for a heartbeat, and another before howling again. This time, the beast straightens its back. It keeps its eyes on you.

It rolls his shoulders back, whining low as you hear bones crack, and muscles tear. You can’t look away, you can't run as the wolf turns into a human-like beast. 

The beast stands on its hind feet and clenches its fists. Even though it looks more human now, it’s still a beast ready to devour you.

“No.”

You stand up and go for a sprint. Panic rises in your chest as you hear the beast follow you close behind. You look over your shoulder, screaming in terror as the wolf chases you again.

Its speed is inhuman. You can’t compare. While you aimlessly run through the woods, praying you’ll find one of the trees your grandmother marked, the beast is right behind you.

“Stop now," it calls for you. “I’ll be kind to you. I won’t hurt you.” 

You keep running, but the beast won’t have it. It stomps his left hind foot again, shaking the ground. You fall to your knees and crawl away.

“These woods belong to me and my kind. Our ancients walked these grounds ages before your kind was born. Soon you will be one of us, my omega and mate.”

“Leave me alone. Please just go away,” you sniffle as you scramble to your feet. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

"I smelled you from a mile away."

He stalks toward you, chuckling darkly. “I like the cloak, take it off and put it aside. We don’t want it to get dirty when you are on your hands and knees for me. Be good, and I won't hurt you.”

You’re frozen to the spot. It feels like your body obeys the beast’s orders. “Do it now, omega.” You unclasp your cloak with stiff fingers. “Good girl. Now put it aside and come here.”

It’s a struggle not to scream as the beast pounces on you. You end up underneath the enormous beast, trembling as it's nose buries into your neck. It inhales your scent, snarling and purring as its claw-like hands rip your clothes to shreds.

“You’re mine.”

You sniffle silently as the beast manipulates your body. It runs his furry hands all over your body, as you try to let your mind wander. One of its claws pushes your upper body down and holds you to the muddy ground.

You struggle to not lose your mind. The last thing you want is to feel the beast spread your legs or his face buried in your cunt. Its long tongue teases your folds, making you whimper at the odd sensation. This monster forces you into submission with every swirl of its tongue.

“No,” you whine and scream, hoping someone stops the beast. It’s no use. The wolf slips its long tongue into your cunt, slowly fucking you with the skilled muscle. “Oh god, no. This can’t be…no.”

Its hot breath fans over your exposed ass while his tongue slides in and out of you. You have never felt so helpless before. A beast pushes its tongue inside of you, and all you can do is drool and moan.

You writhe on its tongue, hips rolling on their own as you chase a high you didn’t ask for. The beast growls against you, greedily drinking your juices when you gush over its snout.

“Good omega,” the beast purrs as you feel like in limbo. A boneless body, getting lifted by the beast. You feel it shift behind you. With its enormous, dense body, it covers your trembling form. Its fur tickles your skin as the wolf wiggles its hips. “Have all of me now.”

Your eyes snap open the moment you feel something bigger prob at your entrance. You took a big cock before, even a knot. But the thing slowly pressing into you is far from normal. “No…too much…stop.”

“You can take it, omega,” it purrs in your ear. “Take me. All of me.”

The fight is over. You must surrender. 

The beast slowly inches its way inside your body. You cry as the wide stretch is painful. It's too much of the beast, and it still pushes further in. “Almost.”

Tears spill from your eyes as the beast snaps its hips into your ass. You are entirely at the beast’s mercy. It covers your body and presses you into the ground. Its huge cock is nestled inside your body, and all you can do is let it have whatever it wants from you.

“So good.”

The beast starts to move, and it feels like it tries to be careful. It doesn’t make sense. The wolf was chasing you, and now it forced its cock inside of your body. “Relax, ‘mega,” you hear his voice turn softer. “You are doing so well for me, Y/N.”

You gasp. How can the beast rutting into you know your name? 

“How…?” you choke out a moan as the beast angles his hips, now hitting that spot making you see stars. Your vision becomes blurry as the beast on top of you starts to slam into you in abandon.

“You’re mine.”

Your body surrenders first. Your walls tighten around his thick cock, and you feel slick run down your thighs. It’s over. The beast got what it wanted and will kill you after it’s done with you. You’re sure of it.

“Mine.”

A scream tears from your throat when the beast’s teeth sink into your neck. It breaks your mating gland, growling against you as you pass out.

The last thing you feel is the blood running down your neck and its cum filling your abused cunt. “Mine…”

You wake. It’s odd, but you wake. 

After what happened last night you didn’t expect to breathe another day. But here you are sleeping on a soft mattress.

“You’re awake, good.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You recognize the voice from last night, but it's not the wolf standing in front of you. It’s one of your regulars from your library.

He often comes to town to borrow books. His name is James or Bucky. 

“What?”

“You must be very confused,” he bares his pearl-white teeth while speaking to show off dominance. “You will adapt soon, doll. I had to mark you before anyone else got the chance. You were ripe for harvest and I’m alpha prime, the one who can choose his mate first.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you whisper as you touch your neck. There is a scar in form of human teeth, but nothing else. “What happened…it must’ve been a dream.”

“Not a dream.”

Bucky morphs his face. 

“No! No!” you scream as the beast looks back at you. “This can’t be…why?”

“Because you are mine and this is your new life. You never have to go back to town ever again. Soon my pups will grow in your belly. We are going to be a big happy family.”

Your blood runs cold as you press your hand to your belly. “No…no…”

“If we didn’t make it this time,” he grins wolfishly, “I love trying…”

Part 2

I won’t do tags for this story because it’s a dark story. I don’t want anyone to read a story which isn’t their cup of tea.

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