my little red riding hood coat

little red riding hood (1/2)

little red riding hood (½)
dom!hoseok x reader // M (smut) // 3233
You better not be wearing anything under that coat when you get here. Or you’re not coming tonight.

warnings: orgasm denial, mild dom and exhibitionist themes, name calling, dirty talk? i’m not sure what to warn about, oh! flashing too.

a/n: hello, this is my first ever smut piece and it’s written for my baby sister @kpopscenariostho​, who has turned me into hoseok trash in the span of four months. this is torn in two~ this is just part one so may the good lord hold you as you swim through this trashy thing. it’s also supposed to be a friends with benefits!au but now im not so sure if it is anymore?! BUT YES, i hope you enjoy and please be gentle with me, it’s my first time uwu

i would like to thank @beansuga, @justanemptydream, @mint-tape, and @apandasmind for listening to me screech about this over and over again. and @minyoongittaemune for going through the first actual draft and giving me notes. :* love y’all. you’re the best i can’t believe you deal with my weird ass all the time~

PS I wrote this to BTS’s Danger so may it also ruin your soul. Have a Danger Era Hoseok too.

Originally posted by notjhope

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Little Red Riding Hood-(Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by januarylily-archive

Prompt no. 1 and 19- ‘Just one bite?’ and ‘I’m scared’

Pairing: eventual Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: swearing, some mentions of blood and guts(duh it’s a halloween prompt)

Summary: Theo and (Y/N) work at the local haunted house, but will romance form outwith the characters they play?

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me: *buys a big red coat* yeah.….. can you tell who is my favourite fictional character???????? thats right…… i even want to dress like him……… the vampire Alucard..……….

a scary as fuck looking angel descending from the heavens because God’s had enough of my shit: bitch get yo shit together you look like little red riding hood cause you so short and blonde

A bright red hooded coat,
Darting through the dark trees,
Stay on the path, bad things lurk in the dark,
No one notices how dangerous you are when your eyes sparkle in the night,
They only notice the sharp teeth when you’re ripping their throats out,
The fairytale says it was a little girl in a red hood who met a big bad wolf,
But I’m no little girl, I’m a woman, and I’m the wolf,
You’re walking into my forest,
They tell you to stay away for a reason baby boy,
Your coat turned red once I got you in my grasp,
I won’t let you eat me whole,
I’m the wolf in this story and I will devour you if you get too close
—  This is no red riding hood

The first day of school, she sat in the first row, a shiny red apple in her outstretched hand. She was excited to be there, it was obvious. From the back of the class, bored and practicing letters, I watched her. So much energy in that hand shooting up to answer questions. The teacher didn’t call on her.

I never did figure out if it was because Ms. Harris knew Elisa was… unusual, or because Ms. Harris was a snot whose disdain for both of us would become a running theme of the next 4 years. We were not like the other girls, after all.


We weren’t friends, not ever. Girls who are social pariahs only become best friends in books or in places where you’re either isolated enough to get away with it or there are enough of you to form a social phalanx. Otherwise, all the shiny, happy, normal kids will gang up on you and then you’ve both burned your social capital in one go. Adults would be terrified if they could remember how ruthless the calculus of social interactions can be. Children are monsters.



I suppose we had a sort of diplomatic awareness of each other. Over time, she drifted towards the back of the class and I just kept my silence, hunched over a desk with knuckles clenched white and my head down. She kept raising her hand. Ms. Harris kept calling on everybody but Elisabeta, who always brought her an apple, never ate lunch in the lunchroom, and was instantly recognizable in any crowd because of her ridiculous red coat.


Of course I knew the stories. Everyone did. It was tradition. I went home everyday and sat at the kitchen table doing homework while my grandmother asked me about Elisabeta and her red coat. She had a rain slicker in fall and spring, and in the winter a cloak with toggles on the front and a fur-lined hood. My grandmother hissed like a cat when I told her about Elisa’s winter cloak.


What made it strange, was that she kept growing and it was as if her coats grew with her. Always the same, year after year. My grandmother did eventually admit a grudging admiration about the consistency with which a child managed to vex her by virtue of unchanging apparel. I suppose somewhere along the way, we lost that part of the story in between the village and the woods.


I don’t have a brother, which vexed my grandmother further, at least for a while. Then 12, and 13, and 16, she had her hands full with my inescapable tether to the moon. I’ve never been able to decide if it’s a blessing or a curse, myself.



Fate is bullshit. It just is. We’ve had generations of blood feuds and legends built upon nothing more than gossip.


The night of the senior semi-formal, Elisa came into my grandmother’s diner, parked herself in a booth, and ordered a coffee. She’d been in before, there’s nothing to do around here, after all. She smiled and shook her head, and I honestly just couldn’t take it anymore.


“Look, I don’t even know what passes for a woodsman anymore around here since the mill shut down, and I’m not trying to eat you or any of your family but if my grandmother catches you wearing that godawful thing in here, she’s going to lose it. I mean, you’re wearing one of her 3rd cousins once removed or whatever, in that hood.”


She started laughing. It was as ridiculous as her coats.


“Is that what your clan says it is?” she said when she’d finally settled down.


“Yes. And you’re going to try telling me it isn’t?”


She held it out to me, and I took it. It was so soft, and it felt so familiar. Then I touched the fur, and it didn’t feel familiar at all. No echo in the blood of lost kin or hate or fear. When I looked up, she smiled. I rolled my eyes and thought of my grandmother and legends and fate.


“Okay, Little Red Riding Hood mark VIII or whatever you’re supposed to be, tell me what the fuck is going on.”


And she did. Let’s just say Shakespeare would have appreciated the whole mess as way more than a comedy of errors. Rabbit fur does still shed like hell even if it’s been enchanted, by the way, and my grandmother made me take all the hairs on my uniform to be tested, the very next morning.


Elisa still falls over laughing when people ask how we met. I don’t get it, it’s not like it’s that unusual to meet the love of your life on the first day of school.

“The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers. She whips a pistol from her knickers. She aims it at the creature’s head and bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.”
“Hello, and please do note ‘My lovely furry WOLFSKIN COAT’”

i was thrown to the wolves when i was born
i had no choice but to like it
smiles had to be favored over tears
even as sharp teeth sank in
my flesh and blood had to be shrugged off as easily as a coat
no exceptions
because, piece by piece, i was being ripped to shreds

i still am

i wish things were different
but that’s the burden we keep here
this world of ours is full of wolves
each demanding skin and flesh like it’s their right
each hearing ‘yes’ for every 'no’ on my lips
at least that’s what the wolves tell me
even now as they continue to rip me to bits

—  we’re all little red, a.d.
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Once Upon A Time

Dear Maya
My French class has been writing fairy tales. They are making sure they include all of the elements of a fairy tale which usually involve: once upon a time, groups of three (objects, people or events) good characters, royalty, magic, a bad or evil character, teach a lesson via a problem, get rid of the problem and have a happily ever after after the problem is resolved.
Interesting to me they have all commented those are elements that can be found in real life as well. Smart children.

text:
K: hey Red Riding Hood. Without the beard I can’t call you the big bad wolf. So yesterday you’re wearing camouflage to hide in the woods and today you’re being the bulls eye? Kinda hard to miss that red.

R: hi love. I’m most certainly the target these days. The arrows are aimed at me

K: You need the throw the arrows back dude. You can’t just let them pelt you! LOL. You wearing a shield under your little red hood?

R: Fuck yeah I have on my coat of armour. They try but they can’t hurt me. I’m beyond all of the bullshit being thrown. “Arrows” as you say!!

K: awww you’ve always been my knight in shining armour!

R: well that’s fitting because you’ve always been my princess. How are my mini princesses? I loved the photo you just sent. Was she playing hide and seek?

K: she thinks I can’t see her. So fucking cute

R: is she still awake? Can I call and tell her a story? I love making up bedtime stories for her

K: sorry dude. She was wiped out. They’re both asleep. They went to the park again today. Text me the story and I’ll read it to her tomorrow. How about Red Riding Hood? Think the big bad wolf is too scary? :)

R: I want to make up my own fairy tale. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Mama.

K: HAHAH seriously? What princess is named Mama?

R: this is my story! I get to decide the name of the princess. Do I have to start over? Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Mama. She was good and kind and everyone adored her. Mama was a very busy princess. She loved stories so she was always helping people share their stories by acting them out for others. It made her kingdom very happy.

K: awww Ok this is a sweet story

R: just wait I’m not finished. One day Princess Mama met someone named Daddy.

K: handsome. She meant someone HANDSOME named Daddy

R: Whatever you say. You’re the princess. Alright one day she met someone HANDSOME named Daddy. Daddy and Princess Mama had many adventures. They had 3 puppy dogs and they traveled to far off places. Sometimes they went to far away places as if by magic because no one saw them come and go and they were able to do as they pleased. Soon they had 2 little princesses who were their greatest joys and they had a wonderful life together.

K: then they lived happily ever after I presume?

R: honey please. Don’t interrupt. It’s not over. If this is a true fairy tale it must have a villain. There is always both goodness and evil

K: ha ha can’t wait to hear this part. What’s the name of the “villain”?

R: oh the villain shall remain nameless because the villain ends up being of no importance to anyone but this nameless creature caused many problems for Daddy. (ok HANDSOME Daddy) and beautiful princess Mama even though they tried to do nice things to help the evil creature.

K: OK my turn dude. So HANDSOME Daddy did all that he could to protect Princess Mama from the evil creature even though the evil creature tried very hard to destroy HANDSOME Daddy’s reputation

K: how’s that?

R: that’s expressed much nicer than the evil creature was an incredible pain in the ass and made life miserable for Daddy (HANDSOME Daddy) and beautiful Princess Mama. Let me go on. So people in kingdoms far and wide made up ridiculous stories but HANDSOME Daddy and Princess Mama loved each other very much and nothing could destroy what they had.

K: this is so fucking adorable

R: I’m not finished. One day HANDSOME Daddy (really do I have to say that?) told the evil creature that he had had quite enough and he never wanted to see or hear from the evil creature ever again

K: so basically HANDSOME (yes you have to say that) Daddy told the creature to fuck off? Guess we can’t use that exact phrase. LMAO

R: No honey. I’m not going to tell her a story with the words “fuck off” even though that’s exactly what HANDSOME Daddy wanted to say.

K: and? Is that the end?

R: Not quite. Princess Mama and (oh for God’s sake) HANDSOME Daddy knew that no matter what people said about them that they knew the truth and the truth was all that mattered. The lesson they wanted the kingdom to know was that goodness prevails over evil and true love always wins. The End

K: wait so what happened to “happily ever after”

R: of course they lived happily ever after. That’s a given. It doesn’t need to be said does it? Not when you already know it. And by the way - this is a REAL fairy tale.

K: haha oh really? Way better than having little red riding hood eaten by the big bad wolf.

R: maybe HANDSOME Daddy would like to play big bad wolf and eat Princess Mama

K: OMG SHUT UP! Only you could turn a children’s fairy tale into something rated X!

R: Children’s story time is over. I want to have grown up story time & act out a story

K: oh what do you have in mind? I can only imagine

R: I like to make it up as I go along. Be adventurous you know

K: that’s cool. I like adventure. But only with HANDSOME Daddy. I love you.

R: I love you more my princess. Happily ever after

So sweet Maya
I must go to sleep now. Tomorrow my kids wil present their stories to the class. They are so excited! One asked me if I thought fairy tales could ever come true and I said “absolutely. You simply have to trust and believe”. She said “Madame you always have the best answers”. Isn’t that dear? What a lovely thing to tell me. It made my heart smile.
It’s going to be OK

First 2 Minutes of 6x10 (Review & Theories)

I couldn`t help myself. I watched the first two minutes of the mid-season finale. Not once. Not twice, But six times. I mean, how else are you supposed to examine every inch of Charles` body in the hopes of figuring out who he is before next Tuesday. Spoiler alert - I didn`t, but here are a a few thoughts I had and theories I came up with watching the “Game Over, Charles” preview.

***This post contains spoilers such as 6x10 screenshots. Don`t continue on if you haven`t watched the 6x10 preview and you don`t want to be spoiled. 

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