I’m old enough to rent a car (early 30’s) I write fics and drabbles for a bunch of different groups. Some will be NSFW and I take requests! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT My ults: -Got7, MX, SKZ, BTS
One of my favorite things about having a degree in biochemistry is going undercover at a store like Sephora. I can read the composition of the cosmetics and actually understand them. There’s no words to describe how great it feels. It’s like being in on an inside joke or secret
The main thing I observe is that a lot of employees recommend makeup that is chemically incompatible. For example, if you ask them to recommend you a foundation and concealer, a lot of times they’ll pick two products that are chemically immiscible, so they’ll NEVER blend together successfully.
Generally foundation/concealer is either water or silicone based. There are upsides to each based on your needs. However, water and silicone are immiscible, and so if your foundation is water based but your concealer is silicone based, you will never get a good blend between these products. You’ll have to go back to switch to something that works.
If you want to test for this in-store, mix the two on the back of your hand. If they form a uniform mixture, they’re miscible. If they separate, they’re chemically incompatible, and should not be used together. You can do this for any number of skin products. Primers, moisturizers, foundations, concealers, contour sticks, etc etc. Anything that comes in liquid or paste form.
You don’t need to understand all the chemicals on the label to run this experiment!
As someone in pharmaceutical sciences I also experience similar things, so a hint from me: collagen is useless. In a cream it will not penetrate the skin, so doesn't do anything. As a food supplement, lemme tell you a secret: collagen is a protein. And when you eat protein, your stomach thinks its food and chops it up, so it can be used to make your own protein. Collagen is just expensive protein powder, and doesn't do anything meat or a veggie substitute does.
a/n - this a blackfem!reader softsmut post. if ur gonna complain pls move around
Your body recoiled under his touch. He held you around your hips, his large hands in opposition to your warm flesh. You planted your hands on his shoulders, careful not to fall over in the bath he drew for you.
It was such a surprise to you as he stood next to it with a cheshire smile, a towel coated on his forearm. He helped you in first holding your supple mahogany hands with provision. He didnt want to chip your freshly done manicure of course. But you caught his eyes following you one leg at a time. Every inch of your cinnamon coated legs disappearing under the opalescent abyss surrounding you.
“Lean back," he instructed with a polite firmness. You fixed your eyes on him, head leaning back against the porcelain border. You pooled a small puddle of the milky water in your hands, your thumbs softly rubbing the petal of a rose that managed to linger in your hands to be cascaded into the air above water.
Pouring the contents out of your hand with a smile, Sebastian leaned forward to press his cool lips to your cheek. He admired the faint hints of jasmine and vanilla permeating off your skin. He wanted to enmesh himself into you but he had to take it slow. He wanted your mind to fizzle to a low simmer before overcoming you with all he had to offer.
He stroked your cheek, his crimson eyes taking in the glow from your cheekbones down to the playful condensation droplets curving the outline of your full lips. With everyone else he was stern and precise but with you he bent the rules only just a little. If that meant he could indulge in all that you were in such a vulnerable light he would bend it over and over again.
“Are you going to just watch me or are you going to join me?” You teased. You shifted yourself up in the tub, revealing your bare torso to him with confidence. He traced the milky streaks across your skin as if it tore itself apart to reveal the masterpiece that was you. Unconsciously, he adjusted his tie making you smile in silent accomplishment.
“Is the lady inviting me in?” His eyes flashed brown then back to red.
“I’m sure you know how this works.”
“I do.” the sureness in your soft sultry voice made his lips curl into a type of devilish smile.
“Well then,“ he leaned down positioning himself so he was only centimeters away from your collar bone, the warmth of his breath making you sigh in anticipation.
“Say it again like you mean it," he whispered. His eyes snaked to you, the crimson in his eyes smoldering into an alluring, smoldering burgundy. Like darkening embers in a fire.
“Sebastian,” you breathed, leaning against the edge of the tub your arms resting on the opposite end.
“Say it, y/n.” he leaned closer, lips only a breath’s distance away from you.
“Sebastian,” your eyes narrowed. Your full eyelashes covered your terracotta-tinted hues, making him want to peer into them even more.
He reached his hand around the nape of your neck, playfully scratching your scalp, careful not to snag your spiral coils between his fingertips. You promised to let him detangle your hair eventually, but until then he watched you, taking mental notes while you sat in the vanity mirror.
How you parted your hair into four sections, combing the ends and working your way to the root, careful not to abuse your tresses in any way. When you felt your hair was lush, springy and smoothed down, you then braided your hair, two in the front and two in the back. With a small hair tie, you combined them to give the appearance of two braids, and then tucked them underneath a bonnet.
He teased you on how long it took for you to prepare, but he admired the dedication to the craft known as you.
Now fully naked in the king sized tub, he held you. He reached his hand to you, noting your initial apprehension, and laced his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer, you sat on your knees, planting your hands on his shoulders, a faint flush to your cheeks.
“Sebastian, what are y-”
“Shh,” he cooed, “let me enjoy this.”
He rubbed your thighs up and down, noting the muscular tone to them. You were soft, you were supple, but you radiated an assurance about yourself, a strength and self-confidence he never saw amongst the other women of the house. It drew him in like a moth to a flame, but for him he would happily be burned over and over again.
He gripped your thighs, making your back arch slightly. He smiled to himself as he snaked his hands upwards. Large hands palmed your ass– scattered rose petals and sweet-scented milk falling in rivulets from Sebastian's hands back into the ivory depths.
You ran your fingers through his silky dark locks, slicking it back to reveal his sculpted, nearly otherworldly face. Not a wrinkle or a feature out of place; perfectly symmetrical without a blemish as far as the eye can see.
“Its like you’re not even real.” you pointed out in admiration, scooting closer so he could kiss your collarbon.
“Its like if i touch you, you'll vanish into the water.”
“Is that what you want?” He lifted his knee to rub against your sex, teasingly moving it back and forth to greet your clit with eagernes.
“Sebastia- why would you do that?” Your soft voice echoed into a moan, mimicking the games of a mischievous siren. He smiled through his kisses, trailing them up and around your breasts.
When he opened his mouth you could see his fangs but when he latched his tongue around your nipples he proceeded with such care.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders back curling into a C. He kept you still suckling on your erect nipples with precision. He circled his tongue back and forth, drool sliding down his chin with each suckle and pull of your nipple.
When your hands left his shoulders, his hands followed yours interlacing each one and following the jerkish reactions as surges of pleasure ruminated through your body. Before you could explode he released you, looking up to you with an imminent burn in his gaze. He made you squirm. The viscosity between your legs thickening with each passing moment. His teases weren't going unnoticed if your body had anything to say about it.
Remnants of the milk bath stuck to your palms as you held his face in your hands. You lowered down to his level, pressing your satin lips to his cool mouth.
“Sebastian” your feathery voice echoed against the rushing waves of water that filled the tub around you two. But he was all ears. He was all yours.
“Sebastian, take me.”
He pulled you closer, a smile spreading across his lips as your lips connected with a silent hunger for one another.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 4k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, eren jäeger x fem reader ( black coded ), eren is german/turkish, he speaks a looot of german, established relationship, pussywhipped!eren, linguerotics, rennie’s tatted, size kink, missionary, mating press, spanking, light choking, biting, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. angel, princess, schatzi, papa, daddy, etc. ) explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ🪽 ⸻ based off this ask! i wrote this in one sitting so pls bear with me lol >.< i've just been feelin oh so sappy in loveee for eren lately, and the thought of him groaning broken german into ur ear . . wow i think i just creamed ooof lord . i highly recommend using a translate feature as you read! overall, i'm super excited to officially dive back into AoT with this piece yayyy! it's a lil something sweet for ‘ren’s belated birthday until the real treat finishes baking! thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) angel, the weeknd ⨾ too deep, dvsn ⨾ do it well, dvsn ⨾ spontanverkher, and one ⨾ touched by an angel, lloyd
when it comes to love, eren is vocal. he finds it to be the most beautiful language, unspoken yet understood through warmth, heart, touch. that’s what make it come easy to him.
despite his many tongues, he isn't a man who lingers over words. not deliberately, at least. there isn't any careful scripting to the way he speaks, no rehearsed cadence meant to charm or ensnare. and yet, somehow, he always knows what to say.
he knows. that exact murmur that'll settle warm against your ear, low and smooth when he instructs you to stay close, hold onto him, spread your legs wider, arch your back further . . . he knows, the subtle shift in tone that sends a ripple down your spine, the kind that makes your body listen. his voice moves through him without thought.
when considering his mother tongue, though, you almost feel as though he avoids it with you. eren doesn’t go out of his way to shape his tongue around german, not when he knows the meaning would be lost somewhere between his lips and your understanding. he never makes any deliberate attempt to impress you with a language you can't follow. he speaks to you in ways you will understand, in ways that settle easily into you, invoke your pretty smile.
it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.
those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.
mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.
it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared.
it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.
because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.
you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.
it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.
and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.
"scheisse!"
it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel.
eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.
your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.
"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.
pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.
"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."
you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth.
his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.
him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.
for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat.
your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more.
so he does.
"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move."
eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.
with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.
"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"
his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.
"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.
more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know.
eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.
each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on.
"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.
"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't i? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.
"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, d-daddyyy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.
before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.
eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.
the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.
"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.
eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery.
that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.
as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of storm of his movements.
that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him.
the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.
a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.
"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."
you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge.
eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.
your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:
"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"
he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.
a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.
his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore.
"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."
"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.
a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.
"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."
"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"
"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."
“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie snapped under the pressure.
"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.
“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.
he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure.
“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight.
his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock.
he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress.
“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. it’s meaning is devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.
with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.
the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.
Pairing: Big Bad Wolf!Toji x Red Riding Hood!Reader
Synopsis: You were just visiting your grandma to take her some baked goods and tea, but one misstep while taking a "shortcut" through the woods has you lost. Lucky for you, the local lumberjack takes pity in you and decides to help you find your way back to your granny's house...until you realize you just stepped right into the jaws of danger when the Big Bad Wolf decides he wants a sweet treat: you.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I've been wanting to write this FOREVER & I'm so excited to write it for my little fairytale collab event to celebrate 6k!! I hope y'all enjoy!! There will be more to cum later *wink* MWAH! 💋💋💋 -Jazz
“Took a wrong turn, little Red?”
You gasp, startled right out of your soft, creamy skin sun kissed by the bright rays of the warm spring sun overhead. You turn towards the voice—so deep and rasped—realizing that it came from behind you, but all you’re staring at is a brush of tall trees bursting with green leaves and bushes.
Yet, you speak to it anyway: “Who said that? Who’s there?!” you demand, eyes darting around the other side of the woods from where you stand.
You are surrounded by woods—trees glistening with the sunlight that slips between the leaves; bushes littered with blueberries and strawberries; various, colorful wildflowers popping out of the patches of grass lining the dirt path you stand on; little woodland creatures of squirrels, birds, and rabbits happily roaming and scurrying about. It is a very peaceful scene, but you feel as if there is something…off.
You didn’t feel it before, humming to yourself and happily skipping along the trail in your pretty bright red hood and ruffled dress with the lace skirts. But now, you feel it: creeping down your back like a spider. Under the bright sun and serene trees swaying in the warm, spring breeze, there is something wrong. An undercurrent of danger, like something is lurking beneath the surface, ready to pounce.
Quickly, you grip the wicker basket on your arm to your chest to ground yourself. “I’m just hearing things. I’m tired from my walk is all.” You try to persuade yourself that all that’s making you feel paranoid is you.
You’ve walked these woods plenty of times to go picking flowers and berries; to go take a soak in the river; to visit your grandma who lives right across the way. But for some reason, on this particular spring day, you got lost. You stare up at the sky, noticing how low the sun has gotten.
“Oh, dear,” you sigh worriedly. “It’s getting so late. Grandma is probably so worried about me.”
You picture the old woman with her sweet face, glasses, and wrinkles in her bed, coughing into her handkerchief and drinking her peppermint tea. You were just visiting today to make her feel better due to her cold. You were on the right path, but dumb little you just had to make your walk faster…so you veered off of the path.
You’ve often been called a “dumb little bimbo” many times before in your life. Mostly because of how you dress. Even now, the dress you’re wearing stops at your creamy thighs adorned in lace stockings, the bodice clenching your supple breasts together and pushing them up enticingly for the human eye. Black heeled slippers adorn your feet, giving your outfit a very adorable feel.
You’ve never paid much attention to what people said, especially since they were wrong and often assumed because of your body type—ample tits with a shapely build—but now, you feel dumber than ever. “I never should’ve taken that shortcut!” you lament, wanting to pinch yourself.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” the deep, rasped, disembodied voice agrees, “and yet, you persisted. It’s cute.”
Now it’s coming from somewhere else behind you. You turn, facing a gaggle of pine trees. “Okay, this isn’t funny!” you angrily shout, your eyes flitting from one place to the next. “Whoever that is, come out and show yourself! It’s not nice to try to scare a girl like that!”
Only the chirping birds and buzzing bees answer you for a moment, so you think you’re going insane. But then you hear the voice again, this time coming from right behind you: “You’re right, but it’s damn sure fun. Sorry, little Red.”
You turn, expecting to see bushes and trees, only to be met with a man. A very tall, very muscular, very handsome man wearing red flannel, trousers, and mud-covered boots.
"Ah!” you startle. Quickly, you jump back and hide behind a nearby tree, terrified. But the man puts his hands out in defense, mirth in his grey eyes. “Whoa, whoa, cutie, relax before you give yourself a heart attack. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you. I mean you no—“
“Stay back!” you shout, doing your best to sound as aggressive as possible. “Who are you? Have you been following me this whole time?”
Your eyes graze over the stranger, unfortunately with some interest because of how attractive he is. You love tall, muscular builds and he has it, standing like a mountain over you with a broad chest that nearly pushes out from under his flannel, thick, tree-trunk thighs, skin tanned from the sun, and a scare on the side of his plump lips pulled into a smirk. His short, black hair glistens in the bright rays, making you have to squint at him.
“Nah…well, not the entire time. I was just choppin’ wood and happened to see you cross my path. You looked quite lost, so I figured I’d give ya a hand.” He shrugs, passive as ever despite just scaring the wits out of you. He sighs, shoving his hands in his trousers. “Parents probably told ya not to talk to strangers, I’m sure,” he chuckles. “Name’s Toji, the local lumberjack. I live just down that road.”
He turns, pointing down the path you just came from the to the left where a hollow tree stands. You blink at him, processing his words. “Lumberjack? Do you happen to know my granny?”
He blinks at you, raising a curious brow. “Who’s your granny?” You tell him, describing her house and appearance, and he let out a big, bellied laugh. “Oh, her? She pays me to chop her firewood for the winter and always gives me pies. I swear, that lady’s tryin’ to fatten me up for her oven.”
You sigh, feeling the tension somewhat leave your body. At least that checks out. “If you’re headed to her house, you’re on the wrong road, little darlin’. There are never any shortcuts in the woods.” He gives you a knowing smirk that makes you flush with embarrassment for being so careless.
“Well, I know that now,” you sigh, fixing your hair beneath the red hood covering your scalp. “Maybe you can point me in the right direction?”
Toji makes a sour face, crossing his arms over his chest. Two buttons are undone, giving you a peek of a sliver of chest and dark hair there. “It’s hard to explain without seein’ the path, plus there’s a couple of dirt holes around here that you could fall through. It’s probably better if I just take you there.”
And he’s right—the only path you can see is the one you’re standing on. Everything else is nothing but trees and brush. But still, you’re not that dumb to trust him despite his handsome face and the fact that he knows your grandma. “Why? So you can take advantage of me or chop me up into little bits with your axe?”
Surprisingly, Toji laughs after giving you a blank expression, clutching his stomach. “You’re funny, little one. That ain’t my style, but since you’re so weary of me…” He digs into his pocket and retrieves a pocket knife. He then tosses it into the grass between you, never taking a single step towards you, treating you like a scared rabbit. “Here. Use it on me if I start actin’ shady.”
You look at the knife and then at you, weary. The lumberjack shrugs those broad shoulders, looking indifferent. “Or I can just tell you the directions and let you figure it out. It don’t matter to me, but I wouldn’t feel right about just leavin’ you here since I know your old lady.”
You take a moment to think and weigh your options. Yes, your parents and grandma told you to not speak to strangers, but if you’re lost in a forest, how else are you supposed to get out of here? Besides, the knife will allow you some comfort. Finally, you make a decision and grab the knife. “Fine, but you walk ahead of me.”
Toji smiles, happy to do so, and begins to lead you through a throng of trees, holding the low branches up to avoid you getting scratched. Such a gentleman! Like you ordered, he walks ahead of you, giving you a chance to secretly eye his firm ass and muscular back like a wanton slut in need of some d—
“So you got a name? Or should I just keep callin’ you little Red?” You hear the smile in his voice when he asks this despite not looking at you. You think of giving him a fake one, but you’re terrible at lying. “Y/N.”
Toji nods, accepting this answe. “So, Y/N, whatcha visitin’ your granny for? Just to steal her famous pies?” He softly chuckles, obviously trying to break the ice. You decide to throw him a bone, figuring since you’ll be walking with him, you may as well chat. “She’s been sick, so I have some tea and baked goods for her. She loves my baking.”
You smile with pride as you show Toji the dozens of homemade cookies sprinkled with crystalized sugar and each coming with their own filling. Toji hums at the aroma, his thick tongue jutting out to wet his bottom lip. You avert your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flips. “Ohhh, so that’s what smells so sweet! Apple, strawberry, and fig, huh?”
You shrug, feeling a hot blush coat your cheeks. “I love to bake. It’s my favorite hobby.” As you stare ahead, Toji, unbeknownst to you, is staring at you as he walks beside you in stride. “Well, you make it look easy. I’m sure treats like yours would make a grown man cry.”
You feel your lips curl into a smile, flattered by his compliment. A man’s way to your heart, unfortunately, is by complimenting your culinary skills. “Well, thank y—“
Grrrrgrrrrurle!
Suddenly, you both stop and there is an awkward pause only filled with the chirping of birds. Toji gives you a knowing grin while you hug your stomach, trying to rub the sound away. “Was that you? You hungry?” he asks, sounding like he’s trying to hide his laughter.
You glower at him, hugging your red cape closer to your body.
“No,” you lie. But Toji just quietly snickers, continuing on walking and whistling as he does. As you try not to think about chomping on the cookies in your basket, you nearly walk into a tree because of how distracted you are from your hunger.
You look up and find yourself facing a gaggle of trees with fuchsia-colored berries hanging from the low branches. They are prickly like strawberries but shaped like miniature pears. “Oh, wow!” you gasp. “What kind of berries are those?”
Toji pauses, eyeing the berries as you ogle at them, wanting to pick one off. “Juni-berries. They’re edible, but too much of ‘em can make you sex-crazy.” You glare at him, disturbed by this joke, but he gives you a serious stare. “I’m not kiddin’, doll. They’re aphrodisiacs. I’ve seen animals chomp on these things and then go at it minutes later.”
Still, you wave off his warning and pick off a berry. “I don’t believe that,” you scoff. “I’ll just eat two.” You pick off another and pop both into your mouth, your teeth tearing through the ripe flesh to taste a burst of sweetness. “Mmmm!” you moan, unable to see how unintentionally sexual it is. “So yummy and juicy! These are delicious!”
“So are you.”
The answer comes out of nowhere, dripped in honey coming from Toji’s lips. You turn to him, wiping juni-berry juice from your chin. “Huh?” you ask. But Toji is watching the tree, not you, and raises a curious brow when you stare at him. “I didn’t say nothin’. C’mon, we should get goin’ before the sun sets.”
You don’t have time to wonder about it because he’s already walking off. But when he isn’t looking, you pick a few more berries and chomp on them as you continue to walk, holding them in your palm. The citrus of orange and sweetness of strawberry bursts onto your tongue, making each bite irresistible and addictive.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary as you walk in comfortable silence. Not until Toji directs you down another path. “Let’s turn here,” he says, pointing at a sunny clearing of wildflowers. “We can cross through to the other side.” Though confused, you follow him, figuring that maybe he found a silk hole or something.
So you follow him into the clearing and become surrounded by windflowers, trees, and ankle-length grass swaying in the breeze. The air is scented with blooming flowers and the sky is blue as an ocean, cotton candy white clouds filling it. You look around for the dirt path but find nothing; only lush green and wilderness. “Where’d the road go?” you wonder aloud. “I thought you said there were no shortcuts in the woods.”
You turn to Toji, but he is still in front of you, his back to you. He stops moving, standing two strides away in the grass. “There aren’t. There’s also no sweet treats like you here either.”
You blink at him, confused and taken aback by such a strange and brazenly flirtatious comment. “What do you—ah!” Your question is cut off with a gasp as you suddenly drop the basket and place a hand on your beating heart. Toji abruptly turns, looking concerned. “You okay, little Red?” he asks.
Quickly, you wave him off and swallow, trying to recover. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But you’re not fine at all—your heart is hammering, your stomach is flipping like you just saw your crush, and your body is reacting in the same way it does when you read your smutty romance novels. Hard nipples beneath your dress; a throbbing sensation down below, unwanted and confusing. What is happening to you?
Toji is still staring, giving you a look that feels to intimate and personal. “Just help me get to my grandma’s house,” you pant, clearing your throat as if that will clear away the flush and heat you feel. But the lumberjack doesn’t move; instead, he smirks at you, all knowing and teasing.
“You ate more of those berries, didn't you?” he chuckles. You stay quiet, averting your gaze from his. “I knew you were a little brat. Lucky for you, I’m a guy that can handle bratty girls.”
You scoff at him, fed up with his games. “You know what? I’ll find my own way there.” But as you turn to walk off, you suddenly feel Toji’s muscular arm snake around your waist and turn you around to face him. Without warning, his big hands begin to grope you over your dress, yanking you closer, his dark eyes staring into yours.
Oh, no. This is bad.
Then you remember: the pocket knife!
You try to reach back to get it, but Toji forcefully takes your wrist in his big hand, stopping you. “Toji, no,” you whimper. “I’m serious, don’t. We can’t.” You place your free small hand on his chest, trying to push yourself away, but he’s too strong. Too big. And the berries have seemed to make you weak in the knees.
Your muscles feel like jelly and your entire body is throbbing with need. His scent—fresh pine, earth, and something warm and sweet like maple syrup—is like an aphrodisiac to you, making your pussy throb like a heartbeat beneath your dress.
Toji’s lips ghost across your cheek and neck, making you shudder. “Why can’t we? You can act like you don’t want this, but you’ve been checkin’ me out since we met.”
He gives you a smirk, playful and seductive, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “The feeling’s mutual, little girl. This slutty outfit of yours ain’t exactly helpin’ my situation either.”
He presses himself against your skirts then and you gasp when you feel it, hard and throbbing against his trousers. “I told you these woods are crawlin’ with predators.” He grins at you, fangs prominent. “I just never said one of ‘em was me.”
Then, to your very naked eyes, he begins to transform right before you. You didn’t think it was possible, but grows bigger than he already is, increasing in mass and height until he is about ten-feet tall.
His tanned skin is replaced with fine, black fur that grows from beneath it, coating his entire body. As he grows, his clothes rip until they are tatters hanging off of his body. Furry ears and a long tail protrude from his scalp and backside, giving him the appearance of a dog-like hybrid.
And then there are his teeth—they elongate and sharpen, especially the canines, looking like fangs on a vampire. His nails grow too, long and sharp like claws, making your eyes widen in absolute horror and astonishment.
And his cock? That grows too. You can see it from his ruined trousers, pushing against the fabric, straining to be released. Toji was big before, you could tell, but now? He has a whole third leg swinging from between his thighs!
What doesn’t alter entirely is Toji’s face—he keeps some of his dashing human features, but he now has whiskers, a semi-snout, and glowing, red eyes that make you freeze in fear. The wolf-hybrid smirks at you, his fangs giving him a menacing look. “How do I look, little Red? You like whatcha see?” His voice is even raspier and deeper, taking on a graveled sound like rocks against cobblestone.
You’re so frightened that you can barely speak. Your fight, flight or freeze has kicked in, making your adrenaline pump. You are deeply afraid…but you’re also very, very horny. You can’t deny that your eyes are stuck to his veiny muscles, big, clawed hands, and even bigger cock pushing against your tummy.
You realize too late who this man is and the fact that he tricked you. “You’re the Big, Bad Wolf,” you whimper. “My grandma warned me about you. She said you’d eat me alive.” You remember all those stories by the fireplace where she warned you to tread lightly in the woods; about a man who isn’t a man but a beast.
Toji gives you a thirsty grin and a throaty chuckle. “Maybe not how she thinks. Don’t worry, cutie; you’ll like the way I eat you. Now be a good girl and gimme a kiss.”
Suddenly, his lips are on yours and you’re whimpering in protest, trying to push him off. But your strength is wailing you and your body is betraying you as his kiss grows deeper, drawing you in.
His fat, long tongue slivers into your mouth and swirls with yours, filling your mouth with the taste of his minty saliva. Suddenly, you go slack and lean against his big, hairy body, his muscles pressing into your fingertips making you drip.
Toji senses your change and smirks into the kiss, groaning in appreciation. He pulls away, your disconnecting lips making a soft, wet smack as you do. “Ooo, you like that,” he chuckles, his wolf-like eyes glittering with lust. “You’ll like this too.”
He runs his clawed hands over your body as if he can’t get enough, drooling at the sight of you. You find yourself wanting to lick it up. He then snatches down your corset, revealing your fully, naked tits to him. He growls at the sight, his eyes flashing and his upper lip curling into a snarl.
You shudder as he leans in, but your frightened whimpers turn into pleasured moans as he begins to suck and lap at your tits, massaging them in his big, clawed hands and somehow not scratching you. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth and touch, eager for more. The berries have made you ravenous, need and lust coursing through your veins like liquor.
Each lap of Toji’s long tongue makes your pussy gush, your hard, sensitive nipples tingling as sparks of pleasure shoot through you. His spit coats your tits, marking you as his as he indulges in your soft, juicy tits like they are hanging fruit, the air filled with the sounds of chirping birds and your moans. “T-Toji,” you whine as his tongue caresses your hard nipples. “I-I can’t…I don’t, ow!”
He chuckles after he nips one of your nipples with his canines, the sharp edge of his teeth nicking you. “Sorry, sweetness. Got carried away.” He gives you a wink before licking up, up, up your cleavage, coating it in saliva. “I’ve been watchin’ you for hours now, just waitin’ for the chance to get your ass alone.”
Your head is dizzy with lust, making it hard to focus on his admission. He’s been watching you from the shadows for who knows how long, plotting and scheming. For some odd reason, the idea of being watched and stalked by the Big, Bad Wolf turns you on. He then pulls away from your tits now coated in his spit and hickeys, his eyes flashing a hot red. “I’m hungry for you,” he growls.
“Oh!” you gasp as he suddenly forces you against the trunk of a tree and hikes your skirts up. He doesn’t stop until he gets to your lace panties now drenched in your wetness.
The sound that leaves his mouth is throaty and deep, the sound making you vibrate. He pushes his nose up against your panty line and takes a deeeeep inhale, sighing at the aroma while you cringe with embarrassment.
He then snatches your skirts up again, making you grab at his hands in protest. “Don’t rip it please! It’s my favorite dress!” Toji glares up at you, appearing as more of a man than a wolf now. “What a girl you are,” he scoffs. “Fine, but the panties can go.”
Rrrrrrrrip!
You squeak as he rips your lace panties right off of your waist, leaving your soft, puffy cunt free to drip down your thighs and onto his tongue. Toji is damn near salivating at the sight of your glistening pussy lips and cute little clit cushioned by your soft, cushiony inner thighs in your stockings.
“God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he groans, pocketing your panties to keep for later. “So sweet. Look at this fuckin’ pussy.”
Before you can even blink, he has your thigh pinned up on his shoulder and your back against the tree before he proceeds to eat you whole. Right from your pussy.
He laps, drinks, and slurps your honey straight from the source, sliding his tongue deep in your hole. You cry out at the feeling of being filled just by his tongue alone as his clawed hands pin you to the tree, one hand gripping your thigh and the other caressing your ass.
You are a moaning, whimpering, sobbing mess, the sweet sounds coming form you music to Toji’s twitching, furry ears. “Toji!” you moan. “A-Ah, y-you’re—oh, fuck!”
Your eyes roll back into your head as he hits your G-spot, making you grip his hair for dear life as he swallows you up, shoving his tongue inside of you and plunging it in and out like he would his cock.
He is unfortunately so good at eating pussy. It makes your head foggy with pleasure and your body hot with need, making you take one hand to massage your tits, sparks of pleasure shoot through you.
Toji pulls away to breathe for a moment, his mouth dripping with spit and your wetness. “Wanna tell me again that you don’t want this, little girl?” he pants. “That kitty is drippin’ for me. She’s cryin’ for me.”
His eyes suddenly flash another color—gold. It startles you, but you can’t focus on it for too long because he is taking your other leg and forcing it over his shoulder, making you straddle his face. “Let me have another taste.”
With this new position as his personal face mask, Toji is able to grip your cushiony, soft ass in his hands as he laps at your cunt, tongue-fucking you in a way that has you seeing stars and throwing your head back to moan to the sky.
The lewd, sloshing sounds of his tongue fucking your puffy, wet pussy walls fills the warm air scented with flowers and sex. “Oh, fuck yes!” you moan aloud. “T-Toji, your tongue! You’re, oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum!”
You can feel it bubbling like a cauldron, ready to boil over. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums against your lips. “Cum for me, sweetness. Fuckin’ give it to me.”
His eyes tick up to stare into yours, locked dead on you as he laps at your pussy, his jaw quickening as he licks faster, faster, and faster. Your moans grow louder, echoing throughout the empty clearing. “Cum for me,” he growls. “Cum for me now!”
His order is a growl that shoots through you, making your pussy uncontrollably shudder as it cums deep down his throat. You let out a loud, soft, sweet moan as your honey trickles down his tongue and throat, filling his mouth with your sweetness. It is a blinding, intense orgasm that makes you shake and writhe against his mouth, causing you to ride his tongue in an effort to feel more of this ecstasy.
Finally, your high starts to fade and you slump against the tree, trapped between it and Toji’s big body. After having his full of you, he gently lowers you to the grass, his irises no more than slits. “So good,” he sighs, licking you from his lips, “but I’m a greedy motherfucker, baby, so I need more of ya. And you need more of me.”
He gives you a smirk as his claws go for the zipper to his fly, taking it down, down, down in your face.
Zzzzzip.
“So why don’t you get on your knees, open that pretty mouth, and suck my cock for me?” His smirk widens as he takes himself out of his trousers, exposing himself to you and the bright sun hanging above you.
Your eyes widen at the sight of him—all of him thick, veiny, and long. He has a hook, causing him to lean over, pre-cum dripping from the boubous, pink head. His balls are humongous, sinewy with hair, and he smells just as good here as he does up above. He is the biggest man you’ve ever seen in your life and your pussy throbs at the sight of you. “Y-You’re really…big,” you comment.
Toji lets out a sexy, throaty chuckle as he takes your scalp into his palm, pushing you down onto your knees. “S’okay, baby, you can take it. I know you can. Lemme help you.”
You whimper with uncertainty as he pushes your head towards him, his cock getting closer and closer to your lips until you have no choice but to pop your soft, glossy lips open and take him in it. “That’s it, my Little Red,” he growls, one clawed hand in your hair. “Take me nice and easy.” Though he allows you to slowly take his cock down your throat, it doesn’t do much to ease the stretch of your jaw.
Plus, you do it without your hands. You couldn’t wrap your palms around him even if you tried since he’s so damn thick, so you use your spit to help. “Spit on it,” Toji demands, pulling off of him to do so. “Make me nice and wet, darlin’.”
You do so, coating his shaft in copious amounts of saliva, making it glisten. Then it’s right back to sucking and slurping him, his dick filling your mouth up.
Unfortunately for you, Toji’s impatience gets the best of him, making your time to adjust to his size shorter. When he grabs your hair and begins to fuck your face, you have no choice but to take it.
He shoves his cock so deep down your throat that your eyes burn with tears and embarrassing, wet gagging sounds leave your mouth as you gurgle around his cock that throbs and pulses in your mouth. “Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, little darlin’! Shit, your mouth is good!”
You whimper and splutter as your throat stretches and flexes around him while he uses it like a fleshlight. Toji growls as he begins to fuck your mouth, slamming himself against your chin, his balls slapping slightly up against your throat. “Deeper, slutty girl,” he grunts. “Take me all the way. Just like that…”
He takes his cock out and taps it against your tongue, loving how slutty you look for him with your tongue hanging out, drooling dripping from your soft, pink lips. “You’re even tighter than your pussy. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around this dick, takin’ my knot…”
He then shoves his cock back in deep, causing you to gag around him and his claws to grip your hair, tangled in the strands. “Mmm, I love those sounds, Little Red,” he hums. “Keep ‘em up. Those are some pretty noises you’re makin’.”
You can tell he is getting close from the guttural, throaty grunts and moans he is making, his thrusts becoming sloppier and rougher as he uses your throat like a toy, ruining your hair and fucking up your jaw. Toji then lets out a whimper that shocks you and makes you wetter than ever, causing you to reach down and rub your soaked pussy.
“H-Ha, shit!” he pants. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum! I-I’m gonna…I’m about to shoot my fuckin’ load!”
He goes harder, faster, pumping his straining, veiny cock in and out of your pretty, wet mouth and tight throat as his dick engorges, throbbing with the promise of shooting a fat, creamy load down your throat. “Take it,” he growls. “Take my load, pretty slut! It’s all for you!”
Finally, with a loud groan that echoes around the clearing and makes the poor birdies fly away, Toji’s eyes squeeze shut and he cums deep down your throat, shooting a fat load of spunk for you to swallow. You splutter as he does, doing your very best to swallow it all despite it dripping from between your lips and dripping down your chin. He then slides out and pumps the rest onto your tits, making you shine and glisten with his spunk.
Though you are a sticky, drenched mess now, you find that you enjoy the taste and feeling of his warm cum sticking to your skin, coating your tastebuds. It makes you feel used and owned. To your surprise, you love it. You crave it. Toji stands over you, his cock still hard and something else attached to it now—it looks like a knot at the base of his balls, making his dick look a lot thicker.
Is that what he meant by “taking his knot”? You gulp, unsure of if that is even possible. But your pussy is wetter than it has ever been, throbbing impatiently for more orgasms.
“Feel better now, sugar?” he pants. Admittedly, you shake your head, not in control of yourself anymore. The wolf chuckles, smug. “‘Course, you don’t. You still need more, don’tcha? That pussy’s feelin’ pretty empty, isn't she?”
He forces you onto your back, causing you to fall onto your butt and your thighs to fly open, exposing your wet pussy to him. Toji shudderingly moans at the sight of the wet strand of your arousal connected from your pussy lips to your panties. “Goddamn, darlin’,” he groans. “You have the prettiest little pussy. Look how wet you are!”
He growls once more, sounding so much like an animal. “You like what you’re doin’ to me?” You can tell he’s started to stroke himself harder, faster, his pants and heavy breaths becoming more intense.
“Toji,” you softly whimper, your clit throbbing, your walls clenching around air. You’ve never been this horny before. Your pussy is about to slide off the bone with how wet it is.
“Y-Yes, I want more” you answer through trembling lips. “Toji, please!”
But Toji just smiles, flashing you his sharp teeth. “Please what? Tell me what you want, brat.”
He then licks one finger and presses it against your pussy, swirling it over your clit. Your body lurches with pleasure, bucking with want. “Fuck me!” you blurt. “Just mount me and fuck me with that big wolf dick!”
Toji doesn’t need anymore proof that you are desperate to be fucked. He pulls his finger away and sucks the taste of you off of his digit, his eyes rolling back at the succulent sweetness of you. “So polite. How can I deny such a sweet little request?” He then picks you up and proceeds to wrap your legs around his waist himself. “Hang on tight, little one,” he tells you.
You whimper as he pins you against the tree again and gives you a toothy grin, easily clutching you to him as you are locked in his veiny, almost-bulging muscled arms. “Ready, baby girl?” he asks. “We’ll take it slow.”
Before you can even say anything in return or take a breath, his big, fat, thick wolf cock is pressing against your entrance and then sinking into your hole. You’re happy for the lubricant of your wetness and orgasm he gave you before because it is a stretch. His cock stretches your pussy out in a way it didn’t do to your jaw when he was fucking your mouth, making your mouth go slack and eyes widen.
“Oh, f-fuck!” you stammer. “Toji! God, you’re so big!” You grip his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. He chuckles, panting slightly from your tight walls squeezing him. “Thanks, darlin’, but you ain’t had big yet. Let me bounce you on it a bit.”
Slowly, he proceeds to do that, slowly sliding you up and down his inches, making you take one after the other with every passing second. After a few minutes of adjusting and slow strokes of his cock spreading your pussy, Toji feels you relax around him and finally begins to pound you like he needs to.
He fucks you into the tree that shakes behind you, causing flower petals and leaves to fall around you, making your tits bounce in his face in time with his thrusts. Each pump of his thick cock sends sparks of pleasure throughout your body as your soft, spongy pussy walls stretch and mold into his shape. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes, yes, oh, yes!” you whine. “Fuck me just like that! A-ah, ah!” You can’t keep quiet, too deep in your ecstasy to care about anything or anyone but this wolf man and his beautiful dick.
“O-Oh, my God!” you cry, grasping his shoulders as he takes you straight to Pound Town on the Big Ol’ Dick Express. “F-Fuck, Toji, yes, baby! Fuck me just like that!”
The wolf man grips your thighs and pins them wide against the tree, pushing himself to keep them stretched out wide, giving you a stretch that yoga couldn’t even do. “So goddamn tight,” he grunts. “So goddamn wet. So. God. Damn. Cute.” Each thrust is punctuated by his grunts, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.
Now he is really fucking you, slamming himself home inside of you over and over again till your head spins. “Toji!” you gasp. “W-Wait, wait, slow down!” It’s too much. Too quick. Your orgasm begins to crest again, making your moans and whines uncontrollable. But Toji doesn’t care.
“Nah, fuck that. I want you to cum over and over again f’me, sweetness…so fuckin’ do it!”
He uses all of his strength to keep you pinned up against him with nowhere to go, forcing you to reach your second orgasm. With a high-pitched whine, you grip his shoulders and cum all over his cock, drenching it in your cream.
You shudder and shake as it takes over, making your muscles feel mushy and your thighs shudder. You whine in response, earning a tongue shoved in your mouth as Toji gives you a wet French kiss while he pounds into you, drawing out your orgasm.
Finally, drained of all that you have, you slump against Toji, tired and sweating. You need rest…but Toji don’t give a fuck about that.
Slowly, he slides you off of him, leaving his cock drenched in your juices, and his knot and balls dripping in it. He then gently places you on the grass and onto all fours, making your heart throb. “All fours. I wanna mount that pussy now.” The growl he says this through doesn’t make it seem like he’s up for a debate.
Again, you spread yourself for him, reaching back to pry open your asscheeks to expose your tight asshole and pussy to him. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing against your thighs.
“Look at those pretty holes,” he murmurs, chuckling when you jump when he brushes your asshole with his cock. “Relax, sugar. Daddy’s not gonna fuck your ass…yet.”
And then he’s sinking inside of you, filling your soddened, wet, sensitive pussy full of his cock. “Fuck!” you both groan in unison when he slides in again. But why does he feel so different? You feel fuller. Stretched. Then you realize that you have his knot inside of you too. You can hardly believe it and your eyes bulge with the feeling of being totally full.
“Wow, you got my knot in you, little Red! Nice job!” Toji sounds satisfied, his clawed hands gripping the flesh of your ass as he bottoms out inside of you. “Now I can fuck you as hard and as feral as I want to.”
And he does. And you love every minute of it. He pounds you into the grass and flowers, staining your knees and dress with grass stains as he roughly ruts into you like an animal, his big body mounting yours. You are resorted to a moaning, slutty mess, writhing and fucking yourself back onto his thick cock, much to Toji’s enjoyment.
“You like it, little darlin’? You love gettin’ fucked by the Big, Bad Wolf in the grass like a little slut, huh?”
SPANK!
His big, clawed hand smacks against your ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure, making your head dizzy. “AH, YES!” You shout to the blue sky. “I FUCKING LOVE IT, TOJI!”
Toji’s pants are rasped and guttural, sounding animalistic as he gets close to his second nut. “Cum for me again then. Cream all over this dick while I breed you.” He goes harder, faster, pounding you into the forest floor, knocking the air out of your lungs and thoughts out of your pretty head as you fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of euphoria.
“C’mon, baby, make that pussy cum for me,” he grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. “Give it all to me! Let me make you fuckin’ mine!”
You then turn back to look at him, your eyes widening at the sight. When he begins to get closer, his gold eyes grow almost black and the black rimming his eyes grows sharper like a wolf’s. You feel scared yet aroused at the same time, your pussy clenching around his cock.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ litter. Want you to fuckin’ cum with me too!”
“Fuck, Toji, yes!” you whine as your second orgasm erupts and sends you on a trip while Toji fucks you like he’s trying to hit a home run. Your eyes roll back and your body seizes as you squirt all over him, cries of ecstasy leaving your mouth.
When Toji cums, he does so with an animalistic grunt and grips your hips so hard that they bruise. He tosses his black hair back, every bulging, veiny muscle in his body tense from the pleasure. You gasp as he fills you up with his spunk, feeling warmth flooding inside of you. It feels good to be full, you realize. It feels good to be used.
Then, with a rasped sigh, Toji slowly pulls his knot and cock out of you, slick with your squirt. Your cum and his spunk drizzle out of your hole and down your thighs, unable to be contained.
“Mmm, now that’s a sight,” he hums, watching as his cum oozes out of your poor pussy. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of my litter, baby.”
There it is again: that word. Litter. “Wha…?” You can’t finish the rest of your question because exhaustion kicks in, making your head feel discombobulated like you’re walking through a thick fog. Your body aches. You are wet with sweat and cum. Your pussy twitches and is sloppy with his and your cum mixed together, all of it dripping down your thighs and through the crack of your ass.
Toji gently scoops you up and holds you in his arm, right in his lap in the warm sun. “Shhh, just rest,” he whispers. “The adrenaline is wearin’ off; just let it happen, darlin’.”
He strokes your hair, holding you against his furry, warm chest. Your eyes drift closed against your better judgment, your muscles growing heavy. “I’ve got you,” he coos. “S’okay, my Little Red. I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.”
“Y/N?”
“Y/N, dear!”
You gasp, startling awake, coated in a cold weather despite the warm spring air you feel on your skin. You look up into the aged, kind eyes of your grandma who gazes down at you so worriedly behind her spectacles. “Are you alright, dear? You were making quite the stir in your sleep.”
She pauses to cough into her handkerchief and sniffles, still under the weather. You look around, finding yourself lying in a bed in her guest room with its quilts and floral sheets, the window wide open. No forest. No big wolf man. “Where am I? Where’s Toji?”
Your granny pulls a confused face as she picks up a tea cup from the nightstand. “Toji? The lumberjack? He left as soon as he dropped you off here.”
You blink, your mind still foggy from sleep. Quickly, you look down at yourself lying on top of the floral sheets. No grass stains on your pretty red dress. No claw marks or hickeys. No cum staining your thighs. “He came here?” you ask, staring at your grandma.
She nods, pausing to fluff up your pillow. “He said he found you passed out in the woods and walked you here. You poor dear; you were dehydrated.” You want to ask her more, but she's already moving towards the bedroom door. “You sit tight and let me get more tea to share with you. I saved some of those cookies you baked for us to share.”
She gives you a wink before she hobbles out of the room, humming despite her voice rasped from coughing. You lay back against the pillow, your head spinning. Was everything that happened just a bad dream? Could it be that you imagined it?
But as you smooth down the skirts to your dress, you feel something in your pocket. You slip it out, finding a folded piece of paper in it. With your hands shaking, you take it out and read it:
Thanks for the treat, Little Red. Come back for a visit real soon.
P.S. Thanks for the panties too!
Xoxo Big Bad Wolf
That's when you realize that your panties are gone.
Pairing: Big Bad Wolf!Toji x Red Riding Hood!Reader
Synopsis: You were just visiting your grandma to take her some baked goods and tea, but one misstep while taking a "shortcut" through the woods has you lost. Lucky for you, the local lumberjack takes pity in you and decides to help you find your way back to your granny's house...until you realize you just stepped right into the jaws of danger when the Big Bad Wolf decides he wants a sweet treat: you.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I've been wanting to write this FOREVER & I'm so excited to write it for my little fairytale collab event to celebrate 6k!! I hope y'all enjoy!! There will be more to cum later *wink* MWAH! 💋💋💋 -Jazz
“Took a wrong turn, little Red?”
You gasp, startled right out of your soft, creamy skin sun kissed by the bright rays of the warm spring sun overhead. You turn towards the voice—so deep and rasped—realizing that it came from behind you, but all you’re staring at is a brush of tall trees bursting with green leaves and bushes.
Yet, you speak to it anyway: “Who said that? Who’s there?!” you demand, eyes darting around the other side of the woods from where you stand.
You are surrounded by woods—trees glistening with the sunlight that slips between the leaves; bushes littered with blueberries and strawberries; various, colorful wildflowers popping out of the patches of grass lining the dirt path you stand on; little woodland creatures of squirrels, birds, and rabbits happily roaming and scurrying about. It is a very peaceful scene, but you feel as if there is something…off.
You didn’t feel it before, humming to yourself and happily skipping along the trail in your pretty bright red hood and ruffled dress with the lace skirts. But now, you feel it: creeping down your back like a spider. Under the bright sun and serene trees swaying in the warm, spring breeze, there is something wrong. An undercurrent of danger, like something is lurking beneath the surface, ready to pounce.
Quickly, you grip the wicker basket on your arm to your chest to ground yourself. “I’m just hearing things. I’m tired from my walk is all.” You try to persuade yourself that all that’s making you feel paranoid is you.
You’ve walked these woods plenty of times to go picking flowers and berries; to go take a soak in the river; to visit your grandma who lives right across the way. But for some reason, on this particular spring day, you got lost. You stare up at the sky, noticing how low the sun has gotten.
“Oh, dear,” you sigh worriedly. “It’s getting so late. Grandma is probably so worried about me.”
You picture the old woman with her sweet face, glasses, and wrinkles in her bed, coughing into her handkerchief and drinking her peppermint tea. You were just visiting today to make her feel better due to her cold. You were on the right path, but dumb little you just had to make your walk faster…so you veered off of the path.
You’ve often been called a “dumb little bimbo” many times before in your life. Mostly because of how you dress. Even now, the dress you’re wearing stops at your creamy thighs adorned in lace stockings, the bodice clenching your supple breasts together and pushing them up enticingly for the human eye. Black heeled slippers adorn your feet, giving your outfit a very adorable feel.
You’ve never paid much attention to what people said, especially since they were wrong and often assumed because of your body type—ample tits with a shapely build—but now, you feel dumber than ever. “I never should’ve taken that shortcut!” you lament, wanting to pinch yourself.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” the deep, rasped, disembodied voice agrees, “and yet, you persisted. It’s cute.”
Now it’s coming from somewhere else behind you. You turn, facing a gaggle of pine trees. “Okay, this isn’t funny!” you angrily shout, your eyes flitting from one place to the next. “Whoever that is, come out and show yourself! It’s not nice to try to scare a girl like that!”
Only the chirping birds and buzzing bees answer you for a moment, so you think you’re going insane. But then you hear the voice again, this time coming from right behind you: “You’re right, but it’s damn sure fun. Sorry, little Red.”
You turn, expecting to see bushes and trees, only to be met with a man. A very tall, very muscular, very handsome man wearing red flannel, trousers, and mud-covered boots.
"Ah!” you startle. Quickly, you jump back and hide behind a nearby tree, terrified. But the man puts his hands out in defense, mirth in his grey eyes. “Whoa, whoa, cutie, relax before you give yourself a heart attack. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you. I mean you no—“
“Stay back!” you shout, doing your best to sound as aggressive as possible. “Who are you? Have you been following me this whole time?”
Your eyes graze over the stranger, unfortunately with some interest because of how attractive he is. You love tall, muscular builds and he has it, standing like a mountain over you with a broad chest that nearly pushes out from under his flannel, thick, tree-trunk thighs, skin tanned from the sun, and a scare on the side of his plump lips pulled into a smirk. His short, black hair glistens in the bright rays, making you have to squint at him.
“Nah…well, not the entire time. I was just choppin’ wood and happened to see you cross my path. You looked quite lost, so I figured I’d give ya a hand.” He shrugs, passive as ever despite just scaring the wits out of you. He sighs, shoving his hands in his trousers. “Parents probably told ya not to talk to strangers, I’m sure,” he chuckles. “Name’s Toji, the local lumberjack. I live just down that road.”
He turns, pointing down the path you just came from the to the left where a hollow tree stands. You blink at him, processing his words. “Lumberjack? Do you happen to know my granny?”
He blinks at you, raising a curious brow. “Who’s your granny?” You tell him, describing her house and appearance, and he let out a big, bellied laugh. “Oh, her? She pays me to chop her firewood for the winter and always gives me pies. I swear, that lady’s tryin’ to fatten me up for her oven.”
You sigh, feeling the tension somewhat leave your body. At least that checks out. “If you’re headed to her house, you’re on the wrong road, little darlin’. There are never any shortcuts in the woods.” He gives you a knowing smirk that makes you flush with embarrassment for being so careless.
“Well, I know that now,” you sigh, fixing your hair beneath the red hood covering your scalp. “Maybe you can point me in the right direction?”
Toji makes a sour face, crossing his arms over his chest. Two buttons are undone, giving you a peek of a sliver of chest and dark hair there. “It’s hard to explain without seein’ the path, plus there’s a couple of dirt holes around here that you could fall through. It’s probably better if I just take you there.”
And he’s right—the only path you can see is the one you’re standing on. Everything else is nothing but trees and brush. But still, you’re not that dumb to trust him despite his handsome face and the fact that he knows your grandma. “Why? So you can take advantage of me or chop me up into little bits with your axe?”
Surprisingly, Toji laughs after giving you a blank expression, clutching his stomach. “You’re funny, little one. That ain’t my style, but since you’re so weary of me…” He digs into his pocket and retrieves a pocket knife. He then tosses it into the grass between you, never taking a single step towards you, treating you like a scared rabbit. “Here. Use it on me if I start actin’ shady.”
You look at the knife and then at you, weary. The lumberjack shrugs those broad shoulders, looking indifferent. “Or I can just tell you the directions and let you figure it out. It don’t matter to me, but I wouldn’t feel right about just leavin’ you here since I know your old lady.”
You take a moment to think and weigh your options. Yes, your parents and grandma told you to not speak to strangers, but if you’re lost in a forest, how else are you supposed to get out of here? Besides, the knife will allow you some comfort. Finally, you make a decision and grab the knife. “Fine, but you walk ahead of me.”
Toji smiles, happy to do so, and begins to lead you through a throng of trees, holding the low branches up to avoid you getting scratched. Such a gentleman! Like you ordered, he walks ahead of you, giving you a chance to secretly eye his firm ass and muscular back like a wanton slut in need of some d—
“So you got a name? Or should I just keep callin’ you little Red?” You hear the smile in his voice when he asks this despite not looking at you. You think of giving him a fake one, but you’re terrible at lying. “Y/N.”
Toji nods, accepting this answe. “So, Y/N, whatcha visitin’ your granny for? Just to steal her famous pies?” He softly chuckles, obviously trying to break the ice. You decide to throw him a bone, figuring since you’ll be walking with him, you may as well chat. “She’s been sick, so I have some tea and baked goods for her. She loves my baking.”
You smile with pride as you show Toji the dozens of homemade cookies sprinkled with crystalized sugar and each coming with their own filling. Toji hums at the aroma, his thick tongue jutting out to wet his bottom lip. You avert your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flips. “Ohhh, so that’s what smells so sweet! Apple, strawberry, and fig, huh?”
You shrug, feeling a hot blush coat your cheeks. “I love to bake. It’s my favorite hobby.” As you stare ahead, Toji, unbeknownst to you, is staring at you as he walks beside you in stride. “Well, you make it look easy. I’m sure treats like yours would make a grown man cry.”
You feel your lips curl into a smile, flattered by his compliment. A man’s way to your heart, unfortunately, is by complimenting your culinary skills. “Well, thank y—“
Grrrrgrrrrurle!
Suddenly, you both stop and there is an awkward pause only filled with the chirping of birds. Toji gives you a knowing grin while you hug your stomach, trying to rub the sound away. “Was that you? You hungry?” he asks, sounding like he’s trying to hide his laughter.
You glower at him, hugging your red cape closer to your body.
“No,” you lie. But Toji just quietly snickers, continuing on walking and whistling as he does. As you try not to think about chomping on the cookies in your basket, you nearly walk into a tree because of how distracted you are from your hunger.
You look up and find yourself facing a gaggle of trees with fuchsia-colored berries hanging from the low branches. They are prickly like strawberries but shaped like miniature pears. “Oh, wow!” you gasp. “What kind of berries are those?”
Toji pauses, eyeing the berries as you ogle at them, wanting to pick one off. “Juni-berries. They’re edible, but too much of ‘em can make you sex-crazy.” You glare at him, disturbed by this joke, but he gives you a serious stare. “I’m not kiddin’, doll. They’re aphrodisiacs. I’ve seen animals chomp on these things and then go at it minutes later.”
Still, you wave off his warning and pick off a berry. “I don’t believe that,” you scoff. “I’ll just eat two.” You pick off another and pop both into your mouth, your teeth tearing through the ripe flesh to taste a burst of sweetness. “Mmmm!” you moan, unable to see how unintentionally sexual it is. “So yummy and juicy! These are delicious!”
“So are you.”
The answer comes out of nowhere, dripped in honey coming from Toji’s lips. You turn to him, wiping juni-berry juice from your chin. “Huh?” you ask. But Toji is watching the tree, not you, and raises a curious brow when you stare at him. “I didn’t say nothin’. C’mon, we should get goin’ before the sun sets.”
You don’t have time to wonder about it because he’s already walking off. But when he isn’t looking, you pick a few more berries and chomp on them as you continue to walk, holding them in your palm. The citrus of orange and sweetness of strawberry bursts onto your tongue, making each bite irresistible and addictive.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary as you walk in comfortable silence. Not until Toji directs you down another path. “Let’s turn here,” he says, pointing at a sunny clearing of wildflowers. “We can cross through to the other side.” Though confused, you follow him, figuring that maybe he found a silk hole or something.
So you follow him into the clearing and become surrounded by windflowers, trees, and ankle-length grass swaying in the breeze. The air is scented with blooming flowers and the sky is blue as an ocean, cotton candy white clouds filling it. You look around for the dirt path but find nothing; only lush green and wilderness. “Where’d the road go?” you wonder aloud. “I thought you said there were no shortcuts in the woods.”
You turn to Toji, but he is still in front of you, his back to you. He stops moving, standing two strides away in the grass. “There aren’t. There’s also no sweet treats like you here either.”
You blink at him, confused and taken aback by such a strange and brazenly flirtatious comment. “What do you—ah!” Your question is cut off with a gasp as you suddenly drop the basket and place a hand on your beating heart. Toji abruptly turns, looking concerned. “You okay, little Red?” he asks.
Quickly, you wave him off and swallow, trying to recover. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But you’re not fine at all—your heart is hammering, your stomach is flipping like you just saw your crush, and your body is reacting in the same way it does when you read your smutty romance novels. Hard nipples beneath your dress; a throbbing sensation down below, unwanted and confusing. What is happening to you?
Toji is still staring, giving you a look that feels to intimate and personal. “Just help me get to my grandma’s house,” you pant, clearing your throat as if that will clear away the flush and heat you feel. But the lumberjack doesn’t move; instead, he smirks at you, all knowing and teasing.
“You ate more of those berries, didn't you?” he chuckles. You stay quiet, averting your gaze from his. “I knew you were a little brat. Lucky for you, I’m a guy that can handle bratty girls.”
You scoff at him, fed up with his games. “You know what? I’ll find my own way there.” But as you turn to walk off, you suddenly feel Toji’s muscular arm snake around your waist and turn you around to face him. Without warning, his big hands begin to grope you over your dress, yanking you closer, his dark eyes staring into yours.
Oh, no. This is bad.
Then you remember: the pocket knife!
You try to reach back to get it, but Toji forcefully takes your wrist in his big hand, stopping you. “Toji, no,” you whimper. “I’m serious, don’t. We can’t.” You place your free small hand on his chest, trying to push yourself away, but he’s too strong. Too big. And the berries have seemed to make you weak in the knees.
Your muscles feel like jelly and your entire body is throbbing with need. His scent—fresh pine, earth, and something warm and sweet like maple syrup—is like an aphrodisiac to you, making your pussy throb like a heartbeat beneath your dress.
Toji’s lips ghost across your cheek and neck, making you shudder. “Why can’t we? You can act like you don’t want this, but you’ve been checkin’ me out since we met.”
He gives you a smirk, playful and seductive, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “The feeling’s mutual, little girl. This slutty outfit of yours ain’t exactly helpin’ my situation either.”
He presses himself against your skirts then and you gasp when you feel it, hard and throbbing against his trousers. “I told you these woods are crawlin’ with predators.” He grins at you, fangs prominent. “I just never said one of ‘em was me.”
Then, to your very naked eyes, he begins to transform right before you. You didn’t think it was possible, but grows bigger than he already is, increasing in mass and height until he is about ten-feet tall.
His tanned skin is replaced with fine, black fur that grows from beneath it, coating his entire body. As he grows, his clothes rip until they are tatters hanging off of his body. Furry ears and a long tail protrude from his scalp and backside, giving him the appearance of a dog-like hybrid.
And then there are his teeth—they elongate and sharpen, especially the canines, looking like fangs on a vampire. His nails grow too, long and sharp like claws, making your eyes widen in absolute horror and astonishment.
And his cock? That grows too. You can see it from his ruined trousers, pushing against the fabric, straining to be released. Toji was big before, you could tell, but now? He has a whole third leg swinging from between his thighs!
What doesn’t alter entirely is Toji’s face—he keeps some of his dashing human features, but he now has whiskers, a semi-snout, and glowing, red eyes that make you freeze in fear. The wolf-hybrid smirks at you, his fangs giving him a menacing look. “How do I look, little Red? You like whatcha see?” His voice is even raspier and deeper, taking on a graveled sound like rocks against cobblestone.
You’re so frightened that you can barely speak. Your fight, flight or freeze has kicked in, making your adrenaline pump. You are deeply afraid…but you’re also very, very horny. You can’t deny that your eyes are stuck to his veiny muscles, big, clawed hands, and even bigger cock pushing against your tummy.
You realize too late who this man is and the fact that he tricked you. “You’re the Big, Bad Wolf,” you whimper. “My grandma warned me about you. She said you’d eat me alive.” You remember all those stories by the fireplace where she warned you to tread lightly in the woods; about a man who isn’t a man but a beast.
Toji gives you a thirsty grin and a throaty chuckle. “Maybe not how she thinks. Don’t worry, cutie; you’ll like the way I eat you. Now be a good girl and gimme a kiss.”
Suddenly, his lips are on yours and you’re whimpering in protest, trying to push him off. But your strength is wailing you and your body is betraying you as his kiss grows deeper, drawing you in.
His fat, long tongue slivers into your mouth and swirls with yours, filling your mouth with the taste of his minty saliva. Suddenly, you go slack and lean against his big, hairy body, his muscles pressing into your fingertips making you drip.
Toji senses your change and smirks into the kiss, groaning in appreciation. He pulls away, your disconnecting lips making a soft, wet smack as you do. “Ooo, you like that,” he chuckles, his wolf-like eyes glittering with lust. “You’ll like this too.”
He runs his clawed hands over your body as if he can’t get enough, drooling at the sight of you. You find yourself wanting to lick it up. He then snatches down your corset, revealing your fully, naked tits to him. He growls at the sight, his eyes flashing and his upper lip curling into a snarl.
You shudder as he leans in, but your frightened whimpers turn into pleasured moans as he begins to suck and lap at your tits, massaging them in his big, clawed hands and somehow not scratching you. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth and touch, eager for more. The berries have made you ravenous, need and lust coursing through your veins like liquor.
Each lap of Toji’s long tongue makes your pussy gush, your hard, sensitive nipples tingling as sparks of pleasure shoot through you. His spit coats your tits, marking you as his as he indulges in your soft, juicy tits like they are hanging fruit, the air filled with the sounds of chirping birds and your moans. “T-Toji,” you whine as his tongue caresses your hard nipples. “I-I can’t…I don’t, ow!”
He chuckles after he nips one of your nipples with his canines, the sharp edge of his teeth nicking you. “Sorry, sweetness. Got carried away.” He gives you a wink before licking up, up, up your cleavage, coating it in saliva. “I’ve been watchin’ you for hours now, just waitin’ for the chance to get your ass alone.”
Your head is dizzy with lust, making it hard to focus on his admission. He’s been watching you from the shadows for who knows how long, plotting and scheming. For some odd reason, the idea of being watched and stalked by the Big, Bad Wolf turns you on. He then pulls away from your tits now coated in his spit and hickeys, his eyes flashing a hot red. “I’m hungry for you,” he growls.
“Oh!” you gasp as he suddenly forces you against the trunk of a tree and hikes your skirts up. He doesn’t stop until he gets to your lace panties now drenched in your wetness.
The sound that leaves his mouth is throaty and deep, the sound making you vibrate. He pushes his nose up against your panty line and takes a deeeeep inhale, sighing at the aroma while you cringe with embarrassment.
He then snatches your skirts up again, making you grab at his hands in protest. “Don’t rip it please! It’s my favorite dress!” Toji glares up at you, appearing as more of a man than a wolf now. “What a girl you are,” he scoffs. “Fine, but the panties can go.”
Rrrrrrrrip!
You squeak as he rips your lace panties right off of your waist, leaving your soft, puffy cunt free to drip down your thighs and onto his tongue. Toji is damn near salivating at the sight of your glistening pussy lips and cute little clit cushioned by your soft, cushiony inner thighs in your stockings.
“God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he groans, pocketing your panties to keep for later. “So sweet. Look at this fuckin’ pussy.”
Before you can even blink, he has your thigh pinned up on his shoulder and your back against the tree before he proceeds to eat you whole. Right from your pussy.
He laps, drinks, and slurps your honey straight from the source, sliding his tongue deep in your hole. You cry out at the feeling of being filled just by his tongue alone as his clawed hands pin you to the tree, one hand gripping your thigh and the other caressing your ass.
You are a moaning, whimpering, sobbing mess, the sweet sounds coming form you music to Toji’s twitching, furry ears. “Toji!” you moan. “A-Ah, y-you’re—oh, fuck!”
Your eyes roll back into your head as he hits your G-spot, making you grip his hair for dear life as he swallows you up, shoving his tongue inside of you and plunging it in and out like he would his cock.
He is unfortunately so good at eating pussy. It makes your head foggy with pleasure and your body hot with need, making you take one hand to massage your tits, sparks of pleasure shoot through you.
Toji pulls away to breathe for a moment, his mouth dripping with spit and your wetness. “Wanna tell me again that you don’t want this, little girl?” he pants. “That kitty is drippin’ for me. She’s cryin’ for me.”
His eyes suddenly flash another color—gold. It startles you, but you can’t focus on it for too long because he is taking your other leg and forcing it over his shoulder, making you straddle his face. “Let me have another taste.”
With this new position as his personal face mask, Toji is able to grip your cushiony, soft ass in his hands as he laps at your cunt, tongue-fucking you in a way that has you seeing stars and throwing your head back to moan to the sky.
The lewd, sloshing sounds of his tongue fucking your puffy, wet pussy walls fills the warm air scented with flowers and sex. “Oh, fuck yes!” you moan aloud. “T-Toji, your tongue! You’re, oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum!”
You can feel it bubbling like a cauldron, ready to boil over. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums against your lips. “Cum for me, sweetness. Fuckin’ give it to me.”
His eyes tick up to stare into yours, locked dead on you as he laps at your pussy, his jaw quickening as he licks faster, faster, and faster. Your moans grow louder, echoing throughout the empty clearing. “Cum for me,” he growls. “Cum for me now!”
His order is a growl that shoots through you, making your pussy uncontrollably shudder as it cums deep down his throat. You let out a loud, soft, sweet moan as your honey trickles down his tongue and throat, filling his mouth with your sweetness. It is a blinding, intense orgasm that makes you shake and writhe against his mouth, causing you to ride his tongue in an effort to feel more of this ecstasy.
Finally, your high starts to fade and you slump against the tree, trapped between it and Toji’s big body. After having his full of you, he gently lowers you to the grass, his irises no more than slits. “So good,” he sighs, licking you from his lips, “but I’m a greedy motherfucker, baby, so I need more of ya. And you need more of me.”
He gives you a smirk as his claws go for the zipper to his fly, taking it down, down, down in your face.
Zzzzzip.
“So why don’t you get on your knees, open that pretty mouth, and suck my cock for me?” His smirk widens as he takes himself out of his trousers, exposing himself to you and the bright sun hanging above you.
Your eyes widen at the sight of him—all of him thick, veiny, and long. He has a hook, causing him to lean over, pre-cum dripping from the boubous, pink head. His balls are humongous, sinewy with hair, and he smells just as good here as he does up above. He is the biggest man you’ve ever seen in your life and your pussy throbs at the sight of you. “Y-You’re really…big,” you comment.
Toji lets out a sexy, throaty chuckle as he takes your scalp into his palm, pushing you down onto your knees. “S’okay, baby, you can take it. I know you can. Lemme help you.”
You whimper with uncertainty as he pushes your head towards him, his cock getting closer and closer to your lips until you have no choice but to pop your soft, glossy lips open and take him in it. “That’s it, my Little Red,” he growls, one clawed hand in your hair. “Take me nice and easy.” Though he allows you to slowly take his cock down your throat, it doesn’t do much to ease the stretch of your jaw.
Plus, you do it without your hands. You couldn’t wrap your palms around him even if you tried since he’s so damn thick, so you use your spit to help. “Spit on it,” Toji demands, pulling off of him to do so. “Make me nice and wet, darlin’.”
You do so, coating his shaft in copious amounts of saliva, making it glisten. Then it’s right back to sucking and slurping him, his dick filling your mouth up.
Unfortunately for you, Toji’s impatience gets the best of him, making your time to adjust to his size shorter. When he grabs your hair and begins to fuck your face, you have no choice but to take it.
He shoves his cock so deep down your throat that your eyes burn with tears and embarrassing, wet gagging sounds leave your mouth as you gurgle around his cock that throbs and pulses in your mouth. “Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, little darlin’! Shit, your mouth is good!”
You whimper and splutter as your throat stretches and flexes around him while he uses it like a fleshlight. Toji growls as he begins to fuck your mouth, slamming himself against your chin, his balls slapping slightly up against your throat. “Deeper, slutty girl,” he grunts. “Take me all the way. Just like that…”
He takes his cock out and taps it against your tongue, loving how slutty you look for him with your tongue hanging out, drooling dripping from your soft, pink lips. “You’re even tighter than your pussy. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around this dick, takin’ my knot…”
He then shoves his cock back in deep, causing you to gag around him and his claws to grip your hair, tangled in the strands. “Mmm, I love those sounds, Little Red,” he hums. “Keep ‘em up. Those are some pretty noises you’re makin’.”
You can tell he is getting close from the guttural, throaty grunts and moans he is making, his thrusts becoming sloppier and rougher as he uses your throat like a toy, ruining your hair and fucking up your jaw. Toji then lets out a whimper that shocks you and makes you wetter than ever, causing you to reach down and rub your soaked pussy.
“H-Ha, shit!” he pants. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum! I-I’m gonna…I’m about to shoot my fuckin’ load!”
He goes harder, faster, pumping his straining, veiny cock in and out of your pretty, wet mouth and tight throat as his dick engorges, throbbing with the promise of shooting a fat, creamy load down your throat. “Take it,” he growls. “Take my load, pretty slut! It’s all for you!”
Finally, with a loud groan that echoes around the clearing and makes the poor birdies fly away, Toji’s eyes squeeze shut and he cums deep down your throat, shooting a fat load of spunk for you to swallow. You splutter as he does, doing your very best to swallow it all despite it dripping from between your lips and dripping down your chin. He then slides out and pumps the rest onto your tits, making you shine and glisten with his spunk.
Though you are a sticky, drenched mess now, you find that you enjoy the taste and feeling of his warm cum sticking to your skin, coating your tastebuds. It makes you feel used and owned. To your surprise, you love it. You crave it. Toji stands over you, his cock still hard and something else attached to it now—it looks like a knot at the base of his balls, making his dick look a lot thicker.
Is that what he meant by “taking his knot”? You gulp, unsure of if that is even possible. But your pussy is wetter than it has ever been, throbbing impatiently for more orgasms.
“Feel better now, sugar?” he pants. Admittedly, you shake your head, not in control of yourself anymore. The wolf chuckles, smug. “‘Course, you don’t. You still need more, don’tcha? That pussy’s feelin’ pretty empty, isn't she?”
He forces you onto your back, causing you to fall onto your butt and your thighs to fly open, exposing your wet pussy to him. Toji shudderingly moans at the sight of the wet strand of your arousal connected from your pussy lips to your panties. “Goddamn, darlin’,” he groans. “You have the prettiest little pussy. Look how wet you are!”
He growls once more, sounding so much like an animal. “You like what you’re doin’ to me?” You can tell he’s started to stroke himself harder, faster, his pants and heavy breaths becoming more intense.
“Toji,” you softly whimper, your clit throbbing, your walls clenching around air. You’ve never been this horny before. Your pussy is about to slide off the bone with how wet it is.
“Y-Yes, I want more” you answer through trembling lips. “Toji, please!”
But Toji just smiles, flashing you his sharp teeth. “Please what? Tell me what you want, brat.”
He then licks one finger and presses it against your pussy, swirling it over your clit. Your body lurches with pleasure, bucking with want. “Fuck me!” you blurt. “Just mount me and fuck me with that big wolf dick!”
Toji doesn’t need anymore proof that you are desperate to be fucked. He pulls his finger away and sucks the taste of you off of his digit, his eyes rolling back at the succulent sweetness of you. “So polite. How can I deny such a sweet little request?” He then picks you up and proceeds to wrap your legs around his waist himself. “Hang on tight, little one,” he tells you.
You whimper as he pins you against the tree again and gives you a toothy grin, easily clutching you to him as you are locked in his veiny, almost-bulging muscled arms. “Ready, baby girl?” he asks. “We’ll take it slow.”
Before you can even say anything in return or take a breath, his big, fat, thick wolf cock is pressing against your entrance and then sinking into your hole. You’re happy for the lubricant of your wetness and orgasm he gave you before because it is a stretch. His cock stretches your pussy out in a way it didn’t do to your jaw when he was fucking your mouth, making your mouth go slack and eyes widen.
“Oh, f-fuck!” you stammer. “Toji! God, you’re so big!” You grip his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. He chuckles, panting slightly from your tight walls squeezing him. “Thanks, darlin’, but you ain’t had big yet. Let me bounce you on it a bit.”
Slowly, he proceeds to do that, slowly sliding you up and down his inches, making you take one after the other with every passing second. After a few minutes of adjusting and slow strokes of his cock spreading your pussy, Toji feels you relax around him and finally begins to pound you like he needs to.
He fucks you into the tree that shakes behind you, causing flower petals and leaves to fall around you, making your tits bounce in his face in time with his thrusts. Each pump of his thick cock sends sparks of pleasure throughout your body as your soft, spongy pussy walls stretch and mold into his shape. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes, yes, oh, yes!” you whine. “Fuck me just like that! A-ah, ah!” You can’t keep quiet, too deep in your ecstasy to care about anything or anyone but this wolf man and his beautiful dick.
“O-Oh, my God!” you cry, grasping his shoulders as he takes you straight to Pound Town on the Big Ol’ Dick Express. “F-Fuck, Toji, yes, baby! Fuck me just like that!”
The wolf man grips your thighs and pins them wide against the tree, pushing himself to keep them stretched out wide, giving you a stretch that yoga couldn’t even do. “So goddamn tight,” he grunts. “So goddamn wet. So. God. Damn. Cute.” Each thrust is punctuated by his grunts, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.
Now he is really fucking you, slamming himself home inside of you over and over again till your head spins. “Toji!” you gasp. “W-Wait, wait, slow down!” It’s too much. Too quick. Your orgasm begins to crest again, making your moans and whines uncontrollable. But Toji doesn’t care.
“Nah, fuck that. I want you to cum over and over again f’me, sweetness…so fuckin’ do it!”
He uses all of his strength to keep you pinned up against him with nowhere to go, forcing you to reach your second orgasm. With a high-pitched whine, you grip his shoulders and cum all over his cock, drenching it in your cream.
You shudder and shake as it takes over, making your muscles feel mushy and your thighs shudder. You whine in response, earning a tongue shoved in your mouth as Toji gives you a wet French kiss while he pounds into you, drawing out your orgasm.
Finally, drained of all that you have, you slump against Toji, tired and sweating. You need rest…but Toji don’t give a fuck about that.
Slowly, he slides you off of him, leaving his cock drenched in your juices, and his knot and balls dripping in it. He then gently places you on the grass and onto all fours, making your heart throb. “All fours. I wanna mount that pussy now.” The growl he says this through doesn’t make it seem like he’s up for a debate.
Again, you spread yourself for him, reaching back to pry open your asscheeks to expose your tight asshole and pussy to him. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing against your thighs.
“Look at those pretty holes,” he murmurs, chuckling when you jump when he brushes your asshole with his cock. “Relax, sugar. Daddy’s not gonna fuck your ass…yet.”
And then he’s sinking inside of you, filling your soddened, wet, sensitive pussy full of his cock. “Fuck!” you both groan in unison when he slides in again. But why does he feel so different? You feel fuller. Stretched. Then you realize that you have his knot inside of you too. You can hardly believe it and your eyes bulge with the feeling of being totally full.
“Wow, you got my knot in you, little Red! Nice job!” Toji sounds satisfied, his clawed hands gripping the flesh of your ass as he bottoms out inside of you. “Now I can fuck you as hard and as feral as I want to.”
And he does. And you love every minute of it. He pounds you into the grass and flowers, staining your knees and dress with grass stains as he roughly ruts into you like an animal, his big body mounting yours. You are resorted to a moaning, slutty mess, writhing and fucking yourself back onto his thick cock, much to Toji’s enjoyment.
“You like it, little darlin’? You love gettin’ fucked by the Big, Bad Wolf in the grass like a little slut, huh?”
SPANK!
His big, clawed hand smacks against your ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure, making your head dizzy. “AH, YES!” You shout to the blue sky. “I FUCKING LOVE IT, TOJI!”
Toji’s pants are rasped and guttural, sounding animalistic as he gets close to his second nut. “Cum for me again then. Cream all over this dick while I breed you.” He goes harder, faster, pounding you into the forest floor, knocking the air out of your lungs and thoughts out of your pretty head as you fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of euphoria.
“C’mon, baby, make that pussy cum for me,” he grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. “Give it all to me! Let me make you fuckin’ mine!”
You then turn back to look at him, your eyes widening at the sight. When he begins to get closer, his gold eyes grow almost black and the black rimming his eyes grows sharper like a wolf’s. You feel scared yet aroused at the same time, your pussy clenching around his cock.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ litter. Want you to fuckin’ cum with me too!”
“Fuck, Toji, yes!” you whine as your second orgasm erupts and sends you on a trip while Toji fucks you like he’s trying to hit a home run. Your eyes roll back and your body seizes as you squirt all over him, cries of ecstasy leaving your mouth.
When Toji cums, he does so with an animalistic grunt and grips your hips so hard that they bruise. He tosses his black hair back, every bulging, veiny muscle in his body tense from the pleasure. You gasp as he fills you up with his spunk, feeling warmth flooding inside of you. It feels good to be full, you realize. It feels good to be used.
Then, with a rasped sigh, Toji slowly pulls his knot and cock out of you, slick with your squirt. Your cum and his spunk drizzle out of your hole and down your thighs, unable to be contained.
“Mmm, now that’s a sight,” he hums, watching as his cum oozes out of your poor pussy. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of my litter, baby.”
There it is again: that word. Litter. “Wha…?” You can’t finish the rest of your question because exhaustion kicks in, making your head feel discombobulated like you’re walking through a thick fog. Your body aches. You are wet with sweat and cum. Your pussy twitches and is sloppy with his and your cum mixed together, all of it dripping down your thighs and through the crack of your ass.
Toji gently scoops you up and holds you in his arm, right in his lap in the warm sun. “Shhh, just rest,” he whispers. “The adrenaline is wearin’ off; just let it happen, darlin’.”
He strokes your hair, holding you against his furry, warm chest. Your eyes drift closed against your better judgment, your muscles growing heavy. “I’ve got you,” he coos. “S’okay, my Little Red. I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.”
“Y/N?”
“Y/N, dear!”
You gasp, startling awake, coated in a cold weather despite the warm spring air you feel on your skin. You look up into the aged, kind eyes of your grandma who gazes down at you so worriedly behind her spectacles. “Are you alright, dear? You were making quite the stir in your sleep.”
She pauses to cough into her handkerchief and sniffles, still under the weather. You look around, finding yourself lying in a bed in her guest room with its quilts and floral sheets, the window wide open. No forest. No big wolf man. “Where am I? Where’s Toji?”
Your granny pulls a confused face as she picks up a tea cup from the nightstand. “Toji? The lumberjack? He left as soon as he dropped you off here.”
You blink, your mind still foggy from sleep. Quickly, you look down at yourself lying on top of the floral sheets. No grass stains on your pretty red dress. No claw marks or hickeys. No cum staining your thighs. “He came here?” you ask, staring at your grandma.
She nods, pausing to fluff up your pillow. “He said he found you passed out in the woods and walked you here. You poor dear; you were dehydrated.” You want to ask her more, but she's already moving towards the bedroom door. “You sit tight and let me get more tea to share with you. I saved some of those cookies you baked for us to share.”
She gives you a wink before she hobbles out of the room, humming despite her voice rasped from coughing. You lay back against the pillow, your head spinning. Was everything that happened just a bad dream? Could it be that you imagined it?
But as you smooth down the skirts to your dress, you feel something in your pocket. You slip it out, finding a folded piece of paper in it. With your hands shaking, you take it out and read it:
Thanks for the treat, Little Red. Come back for a visit real soon.
P.S. Thanks for the panties too!
Xoxo Big Bad Wolf
That's when you realize that your panties are gone.
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