#bigby imagine

[sheep-and-lykos]

i need to be mated by bigby

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You've never seen him look like this before. There was something hungry in his garden and it only ate him up more the longer he looked at you. You could see it clouding his vision, attempting to sway his mind to do his deepest desires with you. You wanted him to. You wanted him to use you, to fuck you, to do whatever he wants to do with you. Even as he caged you against the wall, trapping you between his two brawny arms with his heaving chest pressed against yours, he still held back. Something softened in his eyes for a brief moment, hesitating like he always does when he wants to be rough with you. You could smell the want and need pouring off of him and it was intoxicating, it mixed in your gut with the burning hot desire that had already pooled deep in your belly. It was like honey and wine, sweet and intoxicating and always a pleasure.

Your hands grabbed at his open collar, pulling his warmth closer to you. You could feel his heartbeat against his skin. For a moment, it felt like your hearts were beating at the same rhythm.

"Please," you softly begged.

The word was just barely a whisper, so soft normally someone would have missed it. But Bigby wasn't normal. Bigby was passionate and charming and tender and warm. He was everything opposite of what bullshit everyone spews and it was perfect.

He took your single word as his invitation. Always the gentleman.

He captured your lips with his. His stubble bit against your skin, scraping it just enough to scratch at your skin deliciously. It sent sparks down your spine right to your aching cunt that was dripping sweet nectar for him. Your fingers weaved tighter into the collar, pulling him more flush against your chest. He growled deeply against your lips, his hands clawing off of the walls to grasp at your head. His fingers curled in your hair while his other hand had traveled down your spine. He buried it in the small of your back, bunching up your clothes. You wanted him to rip off your clothes and have his way with you.

He growled against your lips like a hungry dog when your fingers moved across the broad expanse of his chest. You clutched at his shoulders, buried them in his hair and pulled, joined your hands together behind his neck as you moaned softly against his lips.

There was something off about Bigby though.

You could feel him holding back something. Just beneath your fingers and his clothes, you swore you could feel something powerful stirring. He felt so incredibly warm it was almost suffocating it was a shock that he hadn't gone crazy yet. Hell, this was basically your greeting since you had just walked through your front door just a few minutes ago.

You pulled away, breaking the kiss to look up at Bigby. He looked like he had gotten drunk from just kissing you alone, the way his eyes were half open and dazed. You could see golden flecks igniting in his honey brown hues. His pupils were dilated so small before blowing so wide you almost missed the color. He was panting more than he normally would, his hands latched on tighter too.

"Is there something wrong?" you mumbled against his lips.

Bigby almost seemed bashful. A faint pink dusted across his chiseled cheeks as he suddenly found it hard to look at you. He almost looked ashamed from just the one simple question.

"Sweetheart, I-" he paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "I need you."

He needs you? The way he searched your eyes, the way he held you tightly. It dawned on you.

Was he in..?

The crazed and starving look in his eyes, the way he looked like a caged wolf ready to strike, how he was all over you from just coming into your apartment. Even now, you could feel how his clothes felt tighter, especially along his back where you knew one wrong move and the seams could pop from the shifting muscles below.

"Bigby-"

"Please?"

His eyes were glowing yellow at this point. Bigby could see their reflection in your eyes, driving out the gorgeous color that he craved to drink up. He needed you. He needed to taste you, to feel you, to see you, to drink up your sweet body in the light of the moon glowing just outside of the windows.

"Take me."

Those two words solidified your fate for the night.

You gasped as Bigby wasted no time in hoisting you up and over his shoulder. Long and powerful legs strode across your apartment and kicked open your bedroom door. You gasped when your back hit your mattress, eyes wide as you stared up at Bigby. He was already starting to wolf out; the way his eyes flared a neon yellow, the thicker facial hair, those glinting fangs and sharp tongue you wanted to feel against your most sensitive of skins, those claws you wanted him to sink into you and never let go.

He was always such a handsome sight to take in.

And the more feral he looked, the warmer the heat between your legs bloomed.

Bigby's hands snatched at your waist and pulled at the waistband of your pants. He was gentle, he was always gentle when it came to taking off your clothes unless he couldn't help it whether it was your teasing or him nearly going feral with lust. He kissed right below your navel as he slipped your pants down your legs, coaxing you to lift your ass up just enough to allow him to take off your pants and panties in one go. The damned clothes pooled at the floor before your bed before Bigby turned his attention to your top. His claws made it hard to work with such delicate cloth, but he never allowed you to help him. He wanted to do it all for you. But this time, you had to. Your fingers joined his as you both peeled off your top together, your bra didn't seem to last too much longer having been unhooked and tossed over his broad shoulder.

Bigby's wolfish eyes roamed your body, they were starving with desire. The way they raked over your naked body laying before him all splayed out and ready was always such a treat. It made him painfully aware of the awful tightness growing in the crotch of his pants.

It wasn't just his pants, though. He had suddenly become very aware of how tight the rest of his clothes had gotten between the bulky muscle and thick hair spreading across his sun-kissed skin. A brief look of embarrassment spread across his face before he seemingly lost control for a moment.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he suddenly collapsed to his knees. Brief moans of pain and a series pops and cracks muffled the tearing of clothes. You couldn't help but watch, eyes wide and staring as how his body rippled with power as he transformed into a big, hulking, very sexy werewolf. It made the honey dripping from your aroused cunt burn a whole lot hotter. When he stood, his eyes were on you and you were painfully aware of the heavy cock between his legs.

He scented the air before his eyes zeroed in on your sweet pussy. You had spread your legs, keeping them wide open just for him.

He pinned you to the bed with both hands on either side of you, claws digging up the sheets as his wolfish maw hovered just over the delicate skin.

You whined as you felt his tongue split you open, head rolling back as your mouth hung open while the sharp tip of his tongue dove between your folds and lapped right at your burning cunt. He growled with satisfaction, his ears swiveled to catch every noise that left that sweet mouth of yours. He could get drunk off of just the sounds you made.

His hands snatched at your shaking legs, stopping you from wrapping them around his head and held them up by the ankles, making sure to spread you wider until you felt the burn at your hips. Your hands snagged wherever they could; the sheets clinging to your sweaty body, the pillows bunched at your head, but he really seemed to love it when you buried your fingers in his fur and held him tightly.

You rocked your hips against his mouth, doing your best to grind against that fucking tongue of his just as he thrusts it deep inside of you. You winced and cried aloud when you felt his fangs pricking against your soft skin.

It all felt so fucking good, you never wanted to to end.

Your climax came suddenly, shocking you at just how fast you came from just him tongue fucking you alone. Bigby growled contently, burying his head deeper as he lapped up your sweet orgasm. You whined, your fingers trying to pry him off of your weeping pussy as your brain tried to pick up the poor pieces that had fallen and scattered from your climax. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, you body felt like it was weightless. His tongue lapped up your sweet honey, he was practically purring from just the taste of you. The way he looked up at you as he did so, you could see the smug look of satisfaction in those damn eyes.

He knew what he was doing.

He pulled away suddenly, the hair on his chin and his fangs glinted with drippings of your arousal. His sharp tongue rolled over, making sure to get every last drop as he stood up. Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, but it wasn't out of fear. You were so horny right now it was unreal. Is this what Mundies felt like when they're in love? Of course, they didn't get with the big bad wolf himself, but holy shit.

Bigby snatched at your ankles again after a moment of letting you catch your breath before he suddenly brought your knees to your chest. You gasped, eyes wide at the sudden position change. He spread you wide, barely pushing you to your limits to the point where pleasure started to dance on the thinnest of lines with pain.

You kept eye contact with him, never once faltering, only swallowing thickly as you felt his head tap at your abused passage that had started to leak arousal once again. Your mouth suddenly hung open as your eyes squeezed shut, a low moan pushing past your lips as Bigby sank into you. He couldn't go all in, especially this early. He needed to work you up.

He remembers the last time he got too excited all too well that it haunted him for awhile.

Bigby snarled and bared his fangs, puffing through his nose as his body reacted so well to you being wrapped around his cock. His claws sank into your ankles, blood barely beading at the surface as he did his best to keep what little control he had left. God, he wanted to bury himself balls deep inside of you and fuck you, cum so deeply in that warm pussy of yours and never come out until he knew you would give him pups. It was some sick primal urge that had been brewing inside of him the moment he woke up that morning. The work day was long and grueling to put it bluntly.

Bigby snapped his maw when he had buried himself to the hilt inside of you, pulling a short whine from your lips. Your toes curled, your hands fisted the sheets, your body was covered in a delicious thin coating of sweat he could just lick right off of your body.

And he did exactly that.

He he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of your crying cunt, be crazed his head down and licked at your chest. The tongue that had just been buried in your sweet pussy was now licking up the sweat that balmed your body. It tasted amazing, like perfection against his tongue. He lapped at your breasts, loving the way your nipples pebbled from his tongue rolling over such sensitive flesh. Some sick thought in the back of his head made him want to see the day they were full of milk while you were soft with his pups. Just the thought of you pregnant made his cock twitch inside of your wet cunt.

You came once again around his cock, Bigby howling shortly as your walls fluttered around his cock, trying to milk him for whatever he could provide. His humanity was fading, his morales were being corrupted.

All he wanted to do was mate.

#bigby x reader #twau bigby #bigby imagine #sheriff bigby #the wolf among us

[elaboratedbee]

Love at first fight? Just a funny and cute thought for a Bigby x S/O 🥺

LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT (BIGBY X READER)

hi! this is probably going to be short instead of a fully fledged x reader but i have a lil muse left tonight and this idea is so cute :)

Imprinting was a funny thing.

Bigby's mother had described it to him when he was just a cub, but the concept was always vague. A bedtime story. A fantasy. Some would even call it a fairytale. He would curl up next to her, fidgeting and kicking until he wasn't being crushed by his brothers and sisters, listening to her sweet voice as she lulled him to sleep. Imprinting, when a wolf found their perfect mate. When your eyes locked together, and the world stopped turning, when your heart rearranged itself to make room for somebody else. One singular moment, that changed your entire life's trajectory.

Bigby wasn't a cub anymore, and he had bigger things to worry about than finding a mate. Unlike certain delusional individuals, Bigby was able to accept reality, and accept the shittiness of that reality. He didn't need to coddle himself with religion, or bedtime stories, or some fantasy of true love that didn't exist. Nobody who had seen the things that he had would believe in any of that.

He shoved his free hand into his pocket, taking a long drag of the cigarette perched in the other. He felt the smoke crawl into his lungs, fill up the hole in his chest for the briefest of moments. He held it there for a second, clinging to the feeling before he blew the smoke out. It rolled over his lip, spilling into the night air as he leaned against a lamp post. Even as he took the moment to relax, his eyes were roving the street, searching up and down.

The scream that cut through the air didn't surprise him, but he straightened up immediately. The cigarette fell from his hand, the end glowing orange as he abandoned it on the tarmac below, sprinting toward one of the numerous dark alleyways. He knew something was off -- or maybe something was just always off in Fabletown. He rounded the corner and screeched to a halt, immediately taking in the scene.

"Hey!" He growled, drawing the attention of the mugger who was trying to wrench the bag from your hands. Bigby ran forward and drew his arm back, but before he could even make contact, you beat him to the punch, literally. Your knuckles crashed into the petty criminal's nose with a satisfying crunch, which turned into a fountain of blood.

"Ugh!" You grunted, following it up by grabbing both of his shoulders and driving your knee upward with all your strength, straight into his groin. The man collapsed like oragami in the rain, crumpling to the ground with a choked off noise. He curled in on himself, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. You readjusted your bag onto your back, scowling down at the figure.

Bigby stared, looking remarkably awkward. He had charged forward, adrenaline pumping, prepared for a fight, and now the energy had nowhere to go. It thrummed in his veins, his blood hot, his eyes a little wild. Sometimes, he felt like an addict. "You alri--?" He began to ask gruffly, but he was quickly cut off by you.

"I had that," you snapped at him, brushing yourself off and glaring in his general direction, "I had it handled, I didn't need you to get involved."

Bigby's face soured, and he clenched his fist. He was no stranger to ingratitude for his work around Fabletown though. "Looked like it," he muttered sarcastically, bending down to drag the whimpering criminal's hands together behind his back and cuff them tightly.

"Excuse me?" You stepped closer, putting your hands on your hips and staring down at him.

"Nothing," Bigby said. And then, after a beat, "just that if I hadn't have distracted him, he would have snapped your damn neck. But sure, you had it."

"Oh, and you charging in here like that was smart? It was a robbery! If he hurt me, it would've been because you stormed in here and spooked him," you accused huffily, "do you even fucking think?"

"I'll tell you what I fuckin' think--" Bigby growled, his eyes flashing yellow at being provoked and he stood, dropping the perpetrator flat on his face and standing up straight. He glared at you, this time looking directly into your eyes.

It hit him like a punch, at first. It was nothing like his mother had described, so much so that he didn't recognise what was happening to him. For a second, he wondered if he had taken a silver bullet to the heart. There was a dull pain in his chest that spread outward, as if his heart was cramping, or twisting. He clutched his chest, almost tearing the buttons of his shirt. The feeling spread, becoming nausea in his stomach, like hundreds of butterflies were trying to escape. His legs felt weak, his arms felt shaky, and before he knew it, he was leaning forward. Like a magnet, unable to resist the pull, he found himself drawn in and in and...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The question snapped him out of it, and he jerked back. He could feel prickly heat from shame and embarrassment crawl down his neck, and he felt vaguely dizzy. How could he even explain himself? How could he tell you that he wanted to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and take you somewhere safe for the rest of your life? To wrap you up in his arms and breathe in your scent. To experience the press of your lips on his. To consume you whole, until you were one.

He had never experienced something like this, and he felt terrified. Vulnerable. With one look, you had ripped him open and examined him, had rearranged his anatomy and made room for yourself. Not just in his heart, but in every part of his body. In every cell, in every atom, you were part of him. You were his mate.

Bigby cleared his throat, "nothing. Do you want to come by the Sheriff's Office tomorrow and make a statement?" He asked flatly, "uh...?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly and gestured vaguely, searching for your name.

"(Y/N)," you supplied with a nod.

Bigby felt like if he didn't know he would see you again, his body might spontaneously combust. "So?" He asked, sounding impatient and bored of the interchange.

"I'll stop by in the morning," you agreed, "and I'll give you a statement telling you exactly how I had it handled..." You winked at him and turned, walking off. Bigby watched you go until you were out of sight.

#the wolf among us #twauimagine #twau headcanon #bigbywolf #bigby x reader #sheriff bigby #the wolf among us bigby #twau bigby #twau imagine #bigby fanfic #bigby fic #bigby imagine #twau fanfic #bigby #bigbyxreader

[mermaidmundane]

Hey you guys I'm sorry I've literally forgotten this page but I'm back !!!!

#hellboy imagine #hellboy #abe sapien imagine #abe sapien #thranduil imagine #bigby wolf #lex luthor imagines #lotr imagines #ben daimio #hellboy x reader

[mrs-kelly]

God man I. Irl I hate smoking. Like I wouldn’t really be with someone if they smoked just cuz of family history. But in fiction? There’s just something hot about it idk ahdjfl

#a good amount of my f/o’s smoke ahdjfl #Stan. Bigby. Nana. #Jim earlier in the series #and Chloe. and Rick would never turn down a good cigar #oh and Seb too even tho he’s not on my list ahdkfl same with shika #I don’t imagine asking them to quit but I also like to think they would do it for me #just because I won’t stand with them outside while they smoke and they can’t do it when I’m around #I’m just. sensitive to the smell and stuff. it makes me feel bad #it’s just a little fantasy of mine cuz of family stuff #like I’d be happy to help them quit. if they want #the only one I think wouldn’t really give it up is Rick and that’s cuz he doesn’t do it on the daily #it’s a special occasion thing so I think he wouldn’t think it’s a big deal #but I can imagine the rest of them coming to that decision 🥺 #well maybe not shika but. I don’t think of him often enough to be sad about that shfjfl #ren speaks #jimren

[roetrolls]

What would you like to do for a living if you ever got out for good Bigby? And passion you’d like to pursue?

> He shrugs.

“I dunno. Could go dig holes or something. My ‘passion’ is getting out.”

#bigby ic #an ask tag (happy chase?) #imagine being in captivity for your entire adult life and then just trying to get a job in retail or some shit

[bloodyshadow1]

rewatching the last stand for the 9th or so time, Adaine really was the mvp of the fight despite not doing the most damage. All the bad kids did fantastic, but her actions saved them

her portents to save gorgug played a huge role in keeping them alive. Imagine the fight where Gorgug was stone in the beginning, how they would have lost their tank, how gorgug practically 1v1ed the purple worm in ways no one else in the party could, if they had to fight the monsters without gorgug going crit city on them.

She used her other portent to have Fig almost 1 shot another flying monster and help her regain her confidence in her paladin levels.

Scatter helped them so much by getting Gavin, someone who is very vulnerable and in the middle of the battlefield and sending him as far away as possible while moving everyone else. Not to mention positioning everyone in the party to be optimal on the battlefield littered with enemies and corpses, getting fabian out of the roper

The dust mephits that add extra bodies on the field, have crowd control attacks, and of course the little bomb effects that not only blind a bunch of the rust monsters but the umberhulk, disabling it's most potent ability in it's magic eyes that can screw over adventurers, while also giving advantage with the help action or a body so Riz can get sneak attack

The mirror images and using true strike from the sword of sight to keep herself safe through most of the combat with being able to negate some attacks and always having the dodge action on

Bigby's hand to help gorgug out while he duked it out with the purple worm doing massive damage to the behemoth that would have screwed over the rest of the party

Not to mention Siobhan answering quite a few of those questions, including having the root of the elven question with her nerd knowledge, being able to compose a limerick with Emily in seconds,

Again, all the bad kids did phenomenal, but Adaine has been my favorite character since freshman year and it's great to see her shine

#fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #the last stand #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #adaine abernant

[rosieaurora]

B. WOLF PINING HEADCANONS

The sheriff of Fabletown was in love with you for the longest time without you suspecting a thing.

And if he had his way, you’d never know.

He was supposed to be your friend - it was wrong for him to feel this way.

Bigby could hide from his feelings with work and drink all he liked, but he couldn't deny that yours was the face he looked forward to seeing every day.

Or how many times he had put his hand on the seat next to yours during a taxi ride, hoping for just the slightest touch of your hand, or how he would smile just a little bit more easily when you were around.

He thinks he's done a good job hiding his feelings so far, but to everybody else, it’s obvious he’s softer with you.

You couldn’t tell the difference because he’s always been that way around you.

He’s very protective for just a “friend” but you thought he was like that with everyone close to him.

Which is true. But you dial his protectiveness up to an eleven.

He walks you home if you’ve stayed out unusually late to make sure you’re safe.

If you’ve got a date with someone else, he won’t stop you from going, but he will ask around to find out if they’re an asshole or not so he can warn you.

He knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he found out you were being treated poorly and he would rather you didn’t see that side of him.

When you look at him, you don’t see a monster and he doesn’t want to lose that.

He doesn’t want to lose you.

You make his life so much better just by being in it and that’s what makes it all the more difficult for him.

Bigby knew people judged you for being his friend. He also knew you didn't care - he finally got the message the hundredth time you insisted you didn't care what other people thought.

But he did.

You don’t deserve to be shunned by every other fable just so he can be selfish and keep you in his life.

Bigby can’t imagine you ever returning his feelings so whenever an “I love you” almost slips out of him, he would imagine the betrayal in your eyes if you knew your best friend was in love with you and the words die in his throat.

Bigby can take a lot of punishment, but rejection from you would completely shatter him.

But, if you could learn to love the big bad wolf, maybe he could allow himself to dream a little.

#bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf #the wolf among us #wolf among us #wolf among us x reader #gif is not mine #i love it when men pine and yearn #twau wouldn't usually be my thing but when i tell you i would risk it all for bigby… #also first writing post ahhhh

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Let Me Reward You: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, cock riding, gentle sex

You could smell the stress clouding in the air, the stench of sweat and of anxiety and of thinning nerves and dried blood on his knuckle certainly did not mix well with the stench of those cheap cigarettes he continues to smoke nearly every hour on the dot. Exhaustion, fatigue, overloaded nerves and senses, all could be felt by just touching the front door to the small apartment.

If you could even call it that…

But to him - to Bigby - he called it home. He’s called it home for decades, for as long as the Woodlands stood tall in the chaos that was Fabletown, the city in the hidden asscrack of Manhattan. It was his safe place away from the world outside, despite the door to his apartment seems to be pounded on nearly every hour when he’s not in his paper-crowded office. It’s so bad that the phone had to be taken off of the rotary stand, to block out the bullshit that comes across his desk for when he gets home.

It’s hard being the only law enforcement in the town.

You would always see him after a grueling day, how he would trudge into his apartment with stacks of folders tucked under his arm and a newly lit cigarette between his teeth. You would see the scars along his back and shoulders and those barely sticking up from the waistband of his dress slacks, “trophies” for centuries of service. The poor man barely slept four hours max every night before the Crooked Man came up, and now he barely gets three.

You could see the man slowly wuthering in his blue recliner, scribbling away on notepads and files.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept in your bed?”

“Haven’t ever since I bought the mattress.”

That answer haunts you, but, you have proven successful in getting him into bed some nights.

You peered up at the front door opening, noting Bigby’s return with a gentle hum. You placed down a newly organized case file back down on the little round table.

Bigby halted, then looked at you through the corner of his eye, burning cigarette nearly down to his lips. He squinted.

He could smell it. Your perfume, specifically the one you put on when it comes to times like these. You knew him so well by this point in your engagement that you know what smells help set in the mood. He knew the smell well, able to pick out the sleek and sexy bottle from the dark.

Vanilla and rum with a touch of wildflowers.

And then, Bigby had started to notice the clothes you had decided to lounge in.

A black lace bra, holding tight against the curves of your breasts, barely hiding your nipples as the underwire pushed up the cleavage. Little jewels sitting along the lace barely keeping your breasts in order, silver, shining like little full moons in the dim lighting of his apartment. A matching set of lace panties sat high on your waist, leaving little to the imagination when it came to your behind. And sitting right where your belly button should be sat a little silver bow, so small, it was nearly impossible to weave (for Mundies, that is).

“(Y/n),” he murmured.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been stressed lately.” You stood up from the worn wooden chair to stand before him. You eyed the stack tucked under his arm, surprised slightly by how small it was tonight. “You’ve been doing so much, I thought someone should let you know you need to let go.”

Bigby put out the cigarette bud into a spare ashtray and set the folders down next to your organized report.

“You spoil me too much,” Bigby snickered.

You placed your hands on his stiff shoulders. You could feel how locked up he was, all of the knots in his shoulder muscles and you could only assume it was worse everywhere else.

“You deserve this, you know,” you purred, digging your thumbs under his wrinkled dress shirt and into his tangled muscles. You were surprised by the low, longing growl that left Bigby’s lips, but you continued. “You deserve love, Bigby. Love and kindness and happiness.” Bigby placed both hands on the table, not wanting to move. You knew what he was thinking. “I don’t care what others say when they look at you, or what they say to you. You deserve so much for what you do for everyone, and it’s horrible people treat you like a pest.” You got close to his ear, feeling him give into the massaging of his tense shoulders. “Let me love you,” you murmured in his ear.

You loved how he just came apart under you, how he gave into you.

He whined, clawing at the sheets bundled about his head, writhing in pleasure. Sweat shined on his body, his body glistening against the soft light illuminating off of a nearby end table lamp. Heated skin gave off to thick, coarse body hair that seemed to struggle keeping in the rest of the hair lying inside of him. You could feel his heart beating erratically beneath your hands placed over his chest, fingers slotted between his hollowed ribs.

Russet hair splayed out from behind his head, sticking to his face and neck. His face had reddened as he winced at your muscles clenching around his thick girth.

He growled, exhaling, you could see the yellow glow of his eyes against the sheets and the teeth in his mouth now more full, but he made no move to take control.

You raised and lowered yourself down the length of his cock, moaning and throwing your head back to cry out from how deliciously Bigby’s dick filled you up.

You looked at Bigby with half-lidded eyes, noting how he looked at you with such longing before he winced and gasped, clawing at the sheets as you continued to thrust yourself along his length. You could hear him tearing at the sheets with those sharp nails of his, but that situation was for after you both came.

Bigby’s hands flew from the sheets twirled around his large hands to your hips, fingernails digging into your ass, helping you thrust against him. Your shoulders gave out, your hands slipped from Bigby’s broad chest to lay on either side of his head, elbows quaking and you fisted the sheets, your back curling over him.

Hungry lips captured one another, Bigby’s large hands ghosted along your naked spine, nails biting into the sweaty skin and grabbing at your hair as you quickened your pace, thrusting yourself along his dick at a leg-quivering pace.

You felt like your legs would give out before either you or Bigby came, your eyes rolled into the back of your head with a few flutters of your eyelids.

“I love you-” you cut yourself off with a lewd moan and curled your back to dip even further into the thrust -“so much Bigby.”

Bigby had busied himself with your breasts, kissing them like he was worshipping a goddess, soft nips and longing hot kisses in between your soft breasts.

“I-” he growled, twitching and panting as he found himself reaching his climax quickly -“love you.”

You could feel him, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Each growl and grunt he made shot right through you, shivering, you could feel your own climax starting to ramp up. You cried out, making each thrust last, rolling your hips and grinding against the base of his cock, you chased your climaxes.

You quickly threw your head back and cried out just as Bigby snatched at your back and sank his claws into your hips, both of you crying.

Everything went white for a moment as you body recoiled and sank, feeling tired all too quickly as white-hot seed spilled into you.

Bigby hummed, helping you lie down on the scratched up sheets. It was his turn to take care of you now, and the look in his eyes teased you, implying a second round would be in order.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby x reader #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf

[demigoddessqueens]

Following the Treasure Planet Post: How would VM s/o react if their s/o somehow managed to convince them to go on a joy ride on that floating wave board Jim rides on in the beginning of the movie?

I imagine there is a lot of screaming…😆

let’s be honest, it’s Percy

Scanlan

He tries to use a Bigby’s Hand to keep up with you but oh you’re too fast! So oh woe is him, he’ll just have to settle for you piloting as he watches the excitement on your face

Pike

You two are just going ham on this thing, hooting and hollering and enjoying the ride and cool breeze blowing in your hair

Grog

Screaming fearfully for like a second then it’s raucous joyful screams as he encourages you to go “higher”

Vex’ahlia

She either has arms tightly around your waist or on your hips and is having the time of her life riding with you

Vax’ildan

Raven boi attempts to keep up with you, but demigod Champion powers only offer so much so he’ll take a ride with you, and be a lil romantic to sneak a kiss in the sunset

Keyleth

Same plan as Vax only she polymorphs into an eagle and gracefully glides alongside you, feathers matching your wind sails. Then she’ll morph back into herself, feigning an excuse or something, just to be near you

Percy

Yeah, he’s screaming entirely the first part but as soon as you settle into a steady drive, he calms down and slightly eases his grip, admiring how beautiful you—i mean, how beautiful the scenery is

#critical role #inbox requests #tlovm x reader #headcanons #vox machina #tlovm imagines #vox machina x reader #tlovm #my writing #Vex’ahlia #critical role x reader #pike trickfoot #grog strongjaw #tlovm x y/n #scanlan shorthalt #vax’ildan #critical role x you #keyleth of the air ashari #vox machina x y/n #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #tlovm x you #the legend of vox machina #critical role x y/n #percival de rolo iii #vox machina x you #Percy de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo #percival de rolo x reader

[fablexdreams]

I need everyone to pray with me that we get twau2 next year, and that it doesn't get delayed once more. I have been foaming at the mouth since that trailer drop a few years ago, and have been desperate for any and all news since. I need to see Bigby Wolf in anger management, yall. I really do. Imagine all the shit they could get into. His mommy issues? HIS DADDY ISSUES? His clear lack of self-worth and trust issues? The potential is truly endless, and I hope it doesn't go unused lmao.

#bigby wolf #the wolf among us #twau #twau 2 #twau bigby #this man needs therapy so bad #more than anyone #telltale is brilliant for even coming up with the idea #the idea of this man-wolf in therapy is genuinely hilarious bro #hopefully he gets to rant to someone who will actually listen without judging lmao

[solsticesquid]

I hope customizable android men become a reality before I die so I can recreate Bigby and... you know the rest. I imagine androids will be able to last as long as you need them to, as well... Holla'. 😘

#a girl can dream #there go my life savings #marriage worthy #bigby wolf #sheriff bigby #twau bigby #the wolf among us bigby

[sheep-and-lykos]

Right At Your Doorstep: Bigby Wolf x Reader

Something short and sweet for today!

Bigby hissed at the burn of the rubbing alcohol, flinching away from your gentle touch. You moved the cotton ball away and grasped at the tweezers just a bit harder, going in for another try only to be met by the same response.

“Bigby, you need to be still,” you tutted.

“It burns like hell,” he groaned back, rolling his tense shoulders, and sighed.

“Do I need to call Swineheart?” Bigby shot you a look at the question, looking as unimpressed as he ever could at the question. It was almost like he was daring you not to. “Then you need to be still.”

Bigby took in a deep breath and clenched his jaw, his hands digging into your dining room table so hard that the wood was creaking with threats of breaking. You knew he was being as kind to your furniture as he could be, but the pain he was experiencing was something awful you were sure.

You had managed to pull out one of the remaining pieces of shrapnel lodged inside of his chest, adding them to the small glass beside him. The shiny silvery coat had blue tints to them as you added another in, they looked almost like scales in a cup. You had plucked another and then another, earning yourself another deep groan coming from Bigby’s throat. His nose scrunched up and he winced, hissing between his teeth as you suddenly pulled out a big and nasty piece of shrapnel this time.

“How many more are there?” he tensed.

You gave him a look, almost like a mother giving a stern look to a disobeying child.

“It’s done when it’s done. You’re lucky that it’s mythril and not silver, you know.” You plucked another piece from his chest and dropped it in the glass. “Besides, I’m almost done I think. Just a few more.”

He had come to you in the middle of the night, showing up at your front door knocking, all bloody and in pain. His clothes distressed and torn up, you knew he had turned to deal with whatever the problem was, hell, that was probably the only reason he was still awake at the moment in front of you. You couldn’t help the blush heating up your face as you were looking at his body. He was brawny and tan, with just enough hair in all of the right places. God, he was broad as well, arms all muscley, you wanted him to take you in his arms like it was some silly mundy romance novel.

Sure, you and Bigby had a little relationship going, but you both were still testing out the waters. You just couldn’t help yourself but stare at the merchandise you now found yourself dating.

If Bigby noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything. He was more worried about breaking your table from his killer grip than you looking at his chest and abdomen.

When you had gotten rid of his ruined shirt, he tried to tell you what happened. Some Fables were planning on dealing drugs to mundies with whatever horrible magic they could concoct when Bigby put a stop to it the only way he knew how: By getting shot at with mythril bullets as he wolfed out on the assailants.

Your tweezers grabbed onto another really big shard of broken mythril casing and yanked it out, Bigby gritting his teeth that you just now noticed were sharp and his eyes starting to become yellow. You dropped your tweezers into the glass and stood up straight.

“All done,” you hummed.

Bigby’s shoulders slumped with exhaustion, allowing himself a moment to breathe and regain himself in your presence - which was a very rare occasion since you’ve known him. His eyes opened to watch you as you went to the sink and grabbed a rag to soak in cold water. You turned back to him with the rag in hand and observed the wounds. They were already clotting, barely sealing themselves. They wouldn’t heal fully for about a day or two, maybe three for the deeper gashes the shrapnel had caused. It always was odd to see how Bigby healed compared to most other Fables, granted the werewolf blood coursing through him did help speed up the process.

You started to work on cleaning his chest in silence, gently scrubbing away the blood from his skin and body hair. He smelled like tobacco and sweat, he was in desperate need of a shower as soon as you were done with him. You know he’ll deny your offer of using your shower in his own little awkward yet polite way, instead opting to walk home in his ruined shirt and pants (and no shoes now that you’re noticing) and shower there.

You had worked from the top down, wiping away the blood that had splattered on to his neck to his broad chest you wanted to just lay your head against and fall asleep to the rhythm of his heart beating. You moved down to his abdomen, noting the slight growling coming from his stomach. Just as you were running out of clean space on your rag, Bigby stopped you.

He placed his hand over yours and pushed the rag away slightly, his fingers gently grasping at your wrist. He was looking straight at you this time, his chocolate brown eyes still all yellow.

He carefully pulled you in close, standing up as he did so. You were nearly pulled into his chest which was still wet, but he was giving off such comforting warmth before you.

He slowly lowered his head, your noses brushing against one another until your lips pressed firmly together. It was a moment in bliss, a moment that made you forget you were stuck in crummy New York City and not back in the Homelands where you’ve met the end of your fairytale.

Bigby pulled away for a moment to look you in the eyes, his eyes still holding yellow.

“Thank you,” he said softly in the comfortable space between the two of you.

He slowly leaned back in for another kiss.

#sheriff bigby #bigby x reader #twau bigby #bigby imagine #Bigby Wolf #TWAU #the wolf among us

[elaboratedbee]

As a fellow Bigby lover, I must share my latest thought: I’ve been unable to shake the thought of Bigby being super reluctant to discipline his kids as youngsters. It HURTS to be the one to say no or have to send them to time out, especially when they cry about it. 🫠

idk how i didn't see this but you are sO INCREDIBLY CORRECT

everyone expects bigby to keep his kids on a tight leash and be pretty harsh with them (because does he have another setting?) but they're all very very wrong

bigby literally is obsessed with his kids, but he has a lot of insecurities and anxiety about being a father, which he hates talking about because he's repressed as fuck. he sees himself as a monster, and he's terrified the whole time before becoming a dad that he's going to struggle with staying in control around them, or that he's not going to be around for them like his father wasn't. he doesn't want his kids to turn out like him, he wants them to be better

this basically manifests itself in bigby... being a gigantic softie for his babies

he cannot say no to them for the life of him, especially when they get upset or beg or cry, he gives in 9/10 times which is absolutely awful and just causes more problems because they're used to getting their way lmao.

he is very very soft with them, he's the kind of dad who cannot handle his children growing up whatsoever, he literally carries them everywhere and he hates when he has to step in and discipline them, but he does reluctantly do so when they're fighting with one another. even though he knows logically he is in the right, and would be actively letting them down if he didn't parent them, his insecurities play on their mind when they're upset and he feels like a monster. he feels super guilty whenever they're sad or unhappy with him. it’s pretty funny, because he’s the sheriff, so he should be good at handing out punishments, he’s just not when it comes to his little ones

if anyone comments on his parenting or even WORSE?? his kids behaviour, he literally picks them up and puts them on his hip and becomes that 'don't talk to me or my son ever again' meme because his kid did NOTHING wrong you fuckin prick

bonus: bigby has an extra soft spot for the runt of the litter like his mother did for him (darien calls winter the runt a lot), and would be extra extra soft and always pay them special attention, just giving them a little bit of extra love and protection to make sure they know how loved and cared for they are, maybe taking their side a little more often than is justified :')

#twau #twauimagine #bigbywolf #bigby x reader #sheriff bigby #the wolf among us #the wolf among us headcanon #headcanon #twau headcanon #bigby headcanon #bigbyxreader #bigby wolf #bigby wolf fanfiction #bigby wolf fic #the world among us fanfic #the wolf among us fic #twau ask #imagine

[darkestprompts]

Some characters gotta be worse as bloodsuckers than others.

Crimson Cursed Bigby. I mean, my guy is already a werewolf-goat hybrid, now he's part mosquito too? Imagine the mess when he bites someone. Does his monster side change or does he get yet another form?

Amani. What if she accidentally inoculates venom when she drinks blood? Oops, you are anemic and also your arm is falling off because of gangrene.

And Alhazred. What does it even mean for the Black Beast if its host is infected? Can it connect with the Blood the way the Ancestor did when he drank from the Countess?

#darkest dungeon #dd bigby #dd amani #dd shieldbreaker #dd abomination #dd Alhazred #dd occultist #crimson curse #crimson court #thoughts

[sirensea14]

MAYHEM'S SPICY TANGO

Remember the tango dance in my very first post? NOW THIS IS THE DIGITALIZED VERSION, Im squealing rn bcoz of how romantic yet terrifying this is

We had Cuphead and Holly dance (quickstep), and so is Mayhem and Not-Cup!

(this song inspired me to make an mv in my mind, and then make a fanart, i cannot animate yet but soon i will)

Note: Not-cup is from a chapter from Book 11,which i misinterpreted him as having hollow black eyes, and when i reread it i was disappointed of myself bcoz I IMAGINED HIM WRONG. But nonetheless i continued to imagine him to have hollow eyes so *shrugs*

And why is he with Mayhem? Since Mayhem dont have any infos yet, i suspect she is Holly from the future and since the events in the Gala, she was heartbroken right? And IF that lasted til the moment they found the machine, Holly would interact with the cog once again and then go onto full control. Then she is found by chaos, blah blah blah, became student blah blah blah, came back to time to the labyrinth blah blah blah (i have a prev post regarding this, and my theory is yknow messy and dont add up, so TAP screw me loose and prove me wrong i dare ya😈), and then Cuphead went to despair seeing her and agreeing to be her follower and made ANOTHER deal (so its like when Mayhem got a deal with Bigby) in agreement that Mayhem will be Holly but tho Cuphead has fallen into a trap ans she didnt abide the rules. Now he has no memories about Holly nor the questers, the only thing he knew is following Mayhem along with his suppressed feelings for her(which is Holly), that [in]correctly explains why Cuphead has hollow eyes in this dance.

If this is all debunked, then this will simply be an AU

ANDTHISISMYFAVORITESHIP,

LEAVEMEALONE,ITSMYDRUGSILOVETHEMSOMUCH

They have some sort of personality swap, notCup has Holly's personality while Mayhem will be the cold and jerk one. Both have malicious intentions regarding to the questers, but Mayhem would be more vicious to them (especially that she's hinted interacting with souls) i also have numerous thoughts and theories regarding Mayhem's origin, character, powers but something would always be a missing piece in the puzzle, or a mismatched pair of pajamas (lol wut)

I ship 'em so much, leave that ship alone lemme have my fun🫠🫠🫠

#inkymystery #inky mystery #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #cuphead #mayhem #Mayhem x not-cup #This is basically holly x cuphead in parallel universe #tango fanart #villains are dancing #I love them so much #This post became WAY more longer than it should be #ibis paint x #digital fanart #Spotify #sirensea

[binarywaltz]

imagine being a grown man and your name is BIGBY …. couldn’t be me 🐺

#the wolf among us #bigby wolf #art #digital art #procreate #fanart #cigarette tw #smoking tw