#bigby wolf x reader

[gogogodzilla]

day 15, keeping quiet

bigby wolf x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, creampie, afab reader, bigby calls reader doll kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Bigby’s apartment is shitty. He knows it’s shitty. You know it’s shitty. 

The walls are paper thin, so you must be very careful about the noises you make. You avoid having sex in Bigby’s apartment like the plague, but when his hands are touching you just right and you feel like you might explode if you wait any longer, it’ll do.

“Could smell just how badly you needed me from downstairs, doll,” he says, and heat rushes to your cheeks. 

The only downside to dating Bigby is that you can never hide when you’re aroused. He’ll either smell it on you or deduce it some other way. He’s good at reading people like that, and he can read you better than anyone. 

You’re sat on Bigby’s lap, fingertips tracing over his stubble as he kisses you. Your pencil skirt is long gone, and your blouse is half unbuttoned. Bigby’s shirt is opened just enough to expose his toned chest. Below you, he is thrusting lazily into you. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, silencing the moans that escape you. He grunts and loses his rhythm just for a moment. 

He runs his fingers over the bare skin of your thighs and over the curve of your ass, pinching lightly. You yelp and he grins against the crook of your neck. 

“Thought you were all bark and no bite,” he jokes, voice low and gravelly. 

The once gentle rain pattering against the window is now a torrential downpour. You jump as a clap of thunder echoes throughout the apartment. Bigby bites back a groan as you clench around him.  

“Scared of a little thunder, doll?” he teases quietly. You meet Bigby’s thrusts with your own, matching his pace. You secretly hope the thunder will cover up the lewd noises you’re making. 

“Fuck off—” 

Your retort is cut short by Bigby grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You gasp and arch your back as he continues pounding into you. 

“S’okay, doll,” he reassures through grunts with each snap of your hips. “Big Bad Wolf is here to protect you.” 

You snort and begin to press messy kisses along his neck. He groans as you latch your lips onto his pulse point, your tongue running over the flushed skin. You rock your hips against his, the familiar heat pooling in your core. 

Bigby’s large hands roam your body, fingertips dipping under the hem of your blouse. He tugs at the front of your blouse hard enough for the buttons to pop off, rolling away into the rest of the apartment.

Bigby cut off your protests by pulling you into a kiss. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you let him taste you. His fingers dance up your back and unclip your bra, and you pull away long enough to throw it elsewhere. 

He runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck and tugs, pulling your head back and baring your chest to him. 

“Fuckin’ love your tits, beautiful,” he breathes before trailing kisses over your chest. He thrusts into you again as he kneads your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

You throw your head back, moving your hips along with his. You can’t help the noises that escape you as Bigby takes your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple. His free hand reaches to where you’re joined and draws tight circles on your clit. Neighbors be damned.

You cry out Bigby’s name as your release hits you like a lightning strike arcing across your body. You clench around Bigby, your pussy holding him in a vice grip, and he soon follows after you. 

His release coats your walls, and you continue bouncing on his cock, milking him for every drop. He let out a low whine, overstimulation settling in. 

Finally, you decide to grant Bigby mercy, and your hips still. Bigby leans his head on the back of the armchair, panting. 

“I hope your neighbors aren’t too mad at you,” you grin, only slightly embarrassed. 

Bigby snorts, “They’ll get over it.” He rolls the hem of your blouse between his fingers, looking sheepish. “Sorry about your shirt.” 

You shrug, “It’s fine, I’ll just wear one of yours.” 

Bigby’s cock twitches within you, and you shudder a breath, arousal heightening once again. You made a mental note to yourself to wear his clothes more often before you ground your hips against his. You weren’t through with him just yet.

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[callie-the-creator]

being bigby wolf’s mate would include… (sfw and nsfw)

nsfw below the cut. mdni. warnings: tried to make the reader as gender-neutral as possible, mentions of jealous, creampie, heat cycles, aggressive smut, biting, etc.

author’s note: i cannot wait for the second game to be released. i’m so excited! 💗

sfw:

• you are one of bluebeard’s ex-partners, having escaped him and avoided decapitation in the old days. sadly though, you didn’t get to meet bigby when he was in his prime— only heard stories and legends about him— until you along with all the other fables moved from the homelands to the mundy world.

— more specifically, you were brought into questioning since you knew a thing or two about brutality against women (which is exactly what was happening with the working girls at the pudding & pie, like faith) and you helped snow and bigby’s investigation at times…

• that’s how you two acquainted yourselves.

• it should also go without saying that you are filthy rich and since you’ve grown an attachment to sheriff bigby, you came to find out that he lives in the smallest apartment in the woodlands, you’ve invited him over to your place countless times at the beginning of your relationship so he can get out of that crowded space and sleep in an actual bed.

— that and colin can be a real pain in the ass. it’s good for bigby to be away from him, even if it is for a few days.

• bigby always found you to be attractive. it was a bit part of your fairytale back in the homelands, but he tried not to show his attraction toward you…but it was hard for others not to pick on the big bad wolf after they see him tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, helping you out of cars, holding doors for you, having a special soft spot for you, all sorts of chivalrous shit.

• you two ended up being a thing a few days after the investigation about faith and the crooked man came to an end. more specifically, you were outside with bigby when all of a sudden you were pushed by a mundy and you lost your footing. luckily, bigby was able to catch you and pull you close to him, cursing the blatant rudeness of the mundy, under his breath before checking up on you to see if you were okay.

— then, what followed was you two looking deeply into one another’s eyes before you wrapped a hand around bigby’s tie and pulled him closer, kissing the sheriff.

nsfw:

• i want to say that bigby’s libido is average. nothing too unbearable, but as soon as spring rolls around, it does a complete 180° and bigby becomes the epitome of needy.

— during this time, he can be a bit rough, he gets way more animalistic than usual and there are times when bigby takes a brief vacation from work just so he can pound you all day, leaving you unable to walk on your own.

— his favorite thing to do is to put you into a mating press, so he can penetrate you deeper as he fills your hole with his cum. the alternative, of course, is him mounting you.

• he always wants to be able to mark you, in some way, whether that be by leaving bite/scratch marks all over your body or hickeys. it’s bigby’s way of telling the world that you’re already taken and satisfied sexually.

• it’s hard to hide whenever you’re in the mood from bigby because of how strong his sense of smell is. once he catches a whiff of your arousal, he almost loses all strength in his body, his mouth watering, but if he’s in a public setting, it takes every fiber of his being to go against of his instincts and you know the power you hold over him at times like this because of the way bigby stares at you, raptured with barely contained lust.

• it’s only when bigby regains his senses, he apologizes for being so rough on you (he is scared that because of how rough he can be, he’s a terrible mate and you’ll want to leave him for someone better). soooo…he tries his hardest to make it up to you by doing whatever you want him to, amping up his arm, and overall being super gentle and sweet.

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[vankaywie]

Devour

Bigby Wolf x Afab!Reader

Warning: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, period sex, blood, dacryphilia

An: aaaaaaaa. this is my first time writing smut so... sorry

"I'm home..." He groans, dragging himself onto the couch. The apartment was alot bigger than his old one. He now lives with you.

Your smile and excitement quickly disappeared when you saw how bruised he was. "Are you okay..?" You asked, concerned.

"I'm fine... It'll heal."

A frown planted on your face. "Can i help you? You seem tense." He felt your soft touch on his arm as you sat next to him. His eyes lits up at the thought. "Sure." He says.

Your hand begun massaging his shoulders, resulting in him letting out a low moan. But he had a different idea of helping. "Not that." He growls as he drags you onto his lap, making you gasp.

Your eyes were wide, "Bigby!-" He quickly interrupted you by taking your lips in him.

"I wanna taste you."

Your cheeks flared with a tint of red. "Bigby... I-i.. I'm on my perio-"

"I know. I can smell it from downstairs." His eyes were sparkling with lust. "But I don't give a shit."

He started leaving wet kisses from your neck to your shoulders. "Bigby... Please."

Your bottom half was now naked, a towel underneath your ass. Bigby in between your legs, dangerously close to your center. Your smell was intoxicating, he was having a hard time controlling himself.

"Bigby, the towel won't do it... It'll mess up the couch-" You were interrupted with a moan leaving your lips as he licked your folds, slurping the arousal mixed with blood.

"Ah... B-bigby..!" You gasp as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud and sucked it, harshly.

He groaned as your hands tugged onto his hair. "That's it, doll." He encouraged as you moaned even more. Your thighs tightly wrapping around his head.

Your vision turns white as you felt your orgasm crashing... But he didn't stop. "B-big-" You choked on a sob. He only stared at you with his yellow glowing eyes, his tongue circling your oversensitive clit. Bigby's hands wrapping around your hips so you wouldn't escape him. You started to whimper, crying out in pleasure.

Bigby's hair started to grow longer, his massive teeth gently nipping at your clit. He was transforming.. "Hah... S'too much.. it's too much!-" You cried "Please!!"

"One more... Give me one more baby." His voice rumbled, vibrating against your bare cunt.

"I-i can't..!! Hah.."

"Yes, you can." He shoved his tongue in you. Oh god... It feels too good. Painfully good.

"Bigby..." You cried once again, wanting him to stop... But another part of you wanted this. A growl left his lips, yet resulting to another vibration through your body.

Another orgasm crashes within you, back arching, eyes rolling at the back of your head. He still wouldn't stop. His tongue went back to abuse your clitoris, slipping two fingers into your swollen hole. He was rutting his hips against the sofa, desperate for fiction. His cock aching in his jeans.

"You look so good, baby..." Bigby moans. "Taste so fuckin' good too."

"Stop... Stop..." You choked on a moan.

As you've reached your third orgasm, he finally kisses your sensitive bud one last time before slowly backing away. His mouth messy with saliva, your juices, and blood.

He unbuttons his jeans and removed his boxers. Grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. His thick cock throbbing on your abdomen. "No more... Bigby, no more..." You slurred, tears swelling in your eyes.

"I'll be sure to be extra sweet, okay?"

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 29:“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Fandom: The Wolf Among Us

Character: Bigby Wolf

Naughty or Nice

Bigby often took solace at night, he often thought it was the only chance he would get peace and being you made it even more better.

It was this particular night that he wanted to comment to memory. It was another cold night in New York, the snow was softly coming down and he found himself in no rush to get home. Your hand felt good in his, warm, soft like it belong.

It was perfect.

A giggle, that broke his train of thoughts. Stopping on his tracks the man looked down at you. "Ya?"

Shrugging your shoulders you let your fingers run through his auburn hair as the brushed some snow flakes away."Nothing..."

"Doesn't look like nothin" his hand's wrap around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. "Don't wanna rile up the big bad wolf do ya?"

A light squeal of happiness escapes your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck. "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you just..look so cute covered in the snow, like a puppy."

Groaning, the man did his best to not roll his eyes at that statement. "You just had to add on 'like a puppy' didn't you.?"

Shrugging your shoulders you smiled pressing your lips against his. "Can't help myself...I am only stating a fact."

Chuckling, Bigby then placed his hand on your cheek brushing away the snow. "Well,You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Resting his head on yours he sighed feeling you nuzzle into him more. "I love you."

Smiling you placed another kiss to his cheek. "I love you too Bigby."

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[defectivevillain]

rest for the weary

pairing: Bigby Wolf/Reader

reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on wiping his skin clean of the dried bloodstains, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this.

word count: 2.3k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical blood and violence, exhaustion/fatigue

After his long patrol, Bigby wants nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. He manages to get to his apartment, albeit with a bit more clumsiness and lethargy than usual. When he finally opens the door, he’s greeted with Colin’s irritated expression. The annoyed look on his face fades when he evidently gets a full glimpse of Bigby’s injuries. The wolf knows he must look horrible; he doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know there are dark circles under his eyes and dried bloodstains on his clothes. 

“You look like shit,” Colin remarks helpfully. 

“Thanks.” Bigby responds tiredly, limping towards his armchair. Colin is merciful today, and doesn’t even utter a word of argument as he gives up the seat and moves to sit on the floor. Bigby sinks into the armchair and just barely holds back a pained hiss. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, still reeling from the events that occurred on his patrol today. His adrenaline carried him through multiple fights, and it isn’t until quiet moments like these that the gravity of what he’s been through dawns on him. 

Bigby’s eyes are slipping closed when he hears a harsh knock on his door. He groans and shuts his eyes again, wincing at the pain concentrated in his temple that is gradually migrating to his jaw. A nasty headache on top of his injuries—somehow, that tracks. Bigby waits to hear the sound of footsteps gradually growing further away. 

Instead, there’s another knock—even louder than the previous one. Bigby groans again and Colin raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if he’s going to answer the door. 

“Bigby.” The wolf’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes your voice. You live in the apartment below his: 104. You’re one of the only people who is nice to him, aside from Snow and Beauty. You never seemed to be afraid of him, which was refreshing. Selfishly speaking, Bigby doesn’t want you to see him in this state—doesn’t want you to start thinking of him as the Big Bad Wolf. You continue, immune to his internal dilemma. “I know you’re in there. Open up.” You say insistently. 

Bigby doesn’t make a move to get up. He doesn’t think he can get to his feet and walk over to the door, even if he wanted to. Exhaustion is settling in his bones and he is close to drifting off into unconsciousness once he realizes that the knocking has stopped. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud crash. Bigby is mercilessly tugged back from the throes of sleep as his front door swings open and crashes into the adjacent wall. He blinks slowly and pushes himself up in the chair, glancing at the front door to find you stumbling forward with uneasy balance. The two of you exchange looks and Bigby sees a flicker of regret and guilt appear on your face, before the emotions are replaced with a mischievous grin. 

“That was fun,” you remark with a look of surprise. Then you glance around the room, murmuring a quick greeting to Colin, before looking back at him once more. The wolf stares at you in disbelief. “I can see why you do it so often.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Bigby asks, once he manages to process everything that just happened. He’s usually the one kicking doors down—he’s never been on the other side of the situation before. Bigby can’t say he likes it much. 

“Checking in on you, obviously,” you answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Bigby realizes that this is the first time you’ve been in his apartment; typically, he visits you at yours or the two of you meet in the lobby. He’s mildly embarrassed by the dirty clothes and empty bottles laying around. The pain makes it easy to forget any potential humiliation, though. “I can see I was right to be worried.” You say as you study him, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

“How did you-” Bigby chokes out. 

“You were a bit louder than normal,” you respond easily. You’re looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, as if you’re able to see straight through him. Bigby feels strangely exposed. “And your footsteps were… uneven.”

That’s it? Bigby thinks to himself. While he doesn’t utter the question, the sentiment must be clear on his face. 

“I just knew something was wrong, okay?” You say defensively. You take a step forward and look him up and down, evidently concerned for his wellbeing. Bigby wants to remark that he’s suffered worse, but he knows that wouldn’t reassure you.

“Well, I’m fine,” Bigby remembers to say moments later. It’s getting a bit hard to breathe around his bruised ribs and he has to put conscious effort towards inhaling slowly.  

You don’t seem to believe him for a moment. “You sound like a broken record,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Come on.” You act as if you own the place, pacing past the entryway and moving towards the bathroom. Bigby watches you for several moments, before giving in with a sigh and pushing himself off the armchair. Every small movement sends pain shooting through him. He takes an uneasy step forward and stumbles, but Colin wordlessly pushes against his left leg and corrects his balance before he can fall. Bigby murmurs a word of thanks and heads to the bathroom. 

When he finally makes it to his far too-small bathroom, you’re waiting for him. You gesture for him to sit on the toilet seat, which he does after a moment of hesitation. You have a damp cloth in hand and, once he sits, you’re washing the blood and dirt from his face with a gentle touch. Bigby flinches at how cold the water is, and you murmur a quick apology before continuing. 

There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on his skin beneath the cloth, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this. 

Eventually, you finish with his face and begin cleaning his forearms. You push up his sleeves, wiping away the blood before staring at him with an unreadable expression. When you break the silence, Bigby notices that you’re suddenly averting your gaze. “You may need to… take off your shirt.”

Bigby stares at you for a moment, before comprehending the question. “Right,” he mutters, moving to unbutton his shirt with trembling hands. You don’t comment on how long the effort takes him, but Bigby does hear the stifled intake of breath that escapes your lips as your eyes rove up and down his torso. He looks down, finding the gaping wound at his side that you can’t seem to look away from. 

You almost look sick to your stomach. But Bigby knows it can’t be from the grotesque nature of his wound—he knows you’ve seen your fair share of blood and violence. You live in the Fables, after all. Violence is an everyday occurrence. The wolf watches as you take a slow breath, as if to steady yourself, before grabbing the cloth and bending down to dab at the wound. Your equilibrium seems to be off, as you lurch forward with the movement. Bigby steadies you with a hand on your shoulder and you place your free hand on his side to steady yourself. He promptly ignores the heat that spreads across his skin at the casual touch. 

A seemingly endless time later, you lean back and Bigby can breathe again. You assess his wound once more, eyebrows furrowing. “Do you have bandages?” Bigby shakes his head imperceptibly. You seem to be expecting that answer, as you sigh exasperatedly. “I’ll be right back.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing in front of him once more—holding a nondescript tube of ointment and a roll of bandages. At his questioning look, you explain that the ointment will prevent infection; you then apply a small amount on his wound, before placing the bandage on his skin and slowly wrapping it around his chest. Bigby remains silent the entire time, at a loss for words. Admittedly, this feels like a dream. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke in a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling from his armchair in his bloodstained clothes. 

But this is no dream. Your touch is all too real. Bigby feels as if his skin is doused in flames. Time seems to drag on with unrushed lethargy, trapping him in this horrible, incredible feeling. You step away too soon and too late. 

“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the best I can do,” you say with a frown. Bigby looks down at the bandage. His gaze returns to you. This is more than anyone has ever done for him. He has never been treated so delicately before. The warmth of your skin still lingers and Bigby thinks he wants it back. Your eyes are bright in the dim lighting of his bathroom and the realization comes crashing down on him. He thinks he wouldn’t mind if every day were to go like this, if he could return home to you every day. Indulgently, selfishly, he wants to drown in this very moment. 

Bigby doesn’t know how it happens. One moment, you’re breathing a question he never imagined he would hear—not even in his wildest dreams. The next, he’s tugging you closer by the collar and kissing you. You lurch forward and place a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. Bigby pulls you impossibly closer, relishing in the surprised sound that wrenches its way out of your throat. Your fingers run through his hair and goosebumps prickle along his forearms. 

“I’m still here,” Colin announces from the living room. The moment is immediately broken, and Bigby regretfully lets his hands fall from your face. Your hands slip from the nape of his neck and the wolf feels a shiver roll down his spine. You’re staring at him again.

“I should get you some clothes,” you then announce, stepping out of the bathroom. He hears you pacing around the apartment until you find his closet; you return moments later with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. Admittedly, Bigby hasn’t worn that pair of sweatpants in years—he forgot he owned them. You then close the door and leave him to change. The effort isn’t painless, but within a few minutes, he’s in infinitely more comfortable clothing. Bigby gets to his feet and opens the door, walking out to the living room. 

You look over from where you’d been speaking to Colin. “Now you should rest,” you order, walking towards him. “Let me get you to bed.” You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder and start looking around the space. 

A maelstrom of unsavory emotions hits him all at once. “I don’t have a bed.” Bigby blurts out within moments. Your gaze snaps to him and your eyes are blown wide. 

“What?” You exclaim. “You don’t have a bed?” You then look to Colin for assistance, as if waiting for him to disagree. Colin makes a gesture similar to a shrug. Bigby tries to explain that he simply never needed one, but he fears it’s too late—your eyes are already gleaming with resolve. “Then you’re coming downstairs with me.” You assert, taking a few steps towards the front door before turning back around. “It was nice talking to you, Colin.” You say with a small smile. 

“See you,” Colin murmurs, sending Bigby an unreadable look when you turn your back. Bigby just shrugs and follows after you, knowing there’s no point in arguing. This is not a debate he would win and, frankly, he’s too tired to refuse the offer of a soft mattress. The wolf closes his apartment door and heads down the hallway after you. Now that his adrenaline has died down, he feels his exhaustion setting in. When the two of you make it to the elevator, Bigby grasps at the railings and closes his eyes. 

“Almost there,” you say, breaking him from his thoughts. Somehow, the elevator is on the first floor already. The wolf takes a deep breath and manages to summon enough energy to make it to your door. You unlock it quickly and push it open. From there, you guide him to your bed. Bigby doesn’t have the awareness to think anything of sleeping in your bed at the present moment, but he’s sure it’ll dominate his thoughts in the morning. 

He reclines in your bed and is abruptly thrown back into the past, into a different bed in a cabin in the woods and a different identity— 

“Rest,” you remark, breaking him out of his thoughts. You step back and, for a fraction of a moment, Bigby thinks you’re leaving. But you simply walk around to the other side of the bed and turn on the small deskside lamp, grabbing a book from the nightstand. “I’ll be here.”

The knowledge that you’re watching over him makes him feel… cared for; valued; appreciated; and seen for who he truly is. Bigby takes a shuddering breath, pretending his heart isn’t racing out of his chest. He feels incredibly vulnerable. His throat is burning with unshed tears. A small part of him still fundamentally distrusts your kindness, no matter how much of it you have shown him. That small part of him beckons him back to the shadows, proclaiming that no one will ever love him, that he isn’t worth loving.  As if sensing his spiraling thoughts, you reach out and clasp his hand. “It’s alright.” You speak with such certainty that Bigby finds himself instantaneously relaxing, his shoulders loosening as he practically sinks into the mattress. For the first time, he wholeheartedly believes that maybe, just maybe, everything will actually be alright.

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

hey there! you’re like the one of few blogs that still write for bigby! you’re single handedly keeping my obsession alive with him. do you have just any random head cannons about him that you can share!

I'm doing it just for you pookies >:) Ima give you some romance headcanons

If Telltale won't give me more Bigby, I will always deliver

Also FUCK i missed doing headcanons, please send in some ideas

🌙This man is fucking dedicated to you and only you. As much as he hates the jokes about being a loyal dog or even a lap dog, it's kind of true when you both get serious.

🌙He cuts down on his smoking as much as he can. Bigby often smokes to dull his supernatural senses just to avoid sensory overload. However, when you both got together, Bigby noticed something worked even better than Huff n' Puffs: Your scent. What's the point of smoking upwards of almost two packs a day when he can inhale that sweet sweet scent of yours?

🌙Bigby tries to make himself more presentable at first. He feels like he has to make a good impression despite you both knowing each other for centuries. He shaves more to keep his ever-growing stubble at bay, he keeps himself groomed and washed, he starts to use his cologne more, he even puts more effort into his laundry to get the ash and whiskey stains out of his shirts and pants.

🌙He is a sucker for kisses on his cheek. Whether you have to stand on your toes or bend down, you can find him faintly blushing and looking away sheepishly from the act of romance. If you kiss him on the cheek while he's smoking, the poor cigarette would burn up fast and Bigby would almost choke on the smoke.

🌙Bigby's love language is definitely acts of service. Bigby loves doing things for you, especially the little things that really drive it into him how much he craves a domestic life. Unfortunately, Bigby is sometimes too busy to be there for it to be quality time - but fuck if he doesn't absolutely love every minute he spends with you. He isn't good with words at times which has lead to very awkward moments and even funnier ones. Bigby never had an eye for gifts and has little experience with them, but he fucking loves whatever you get him even if it's a new tie.

🌙Bigby loves dates where it takes place in nature, especially at night when there are less people out and about. Walks through Central Park, night treks through botanical gardens, going down the boardwalks in Staten Island, resting on the cold sand of the beaches. There was one date you both went on at the beach at night where it was just the two of you along the balmly coast. You and Bigby were messing around near the waves when you both somehow ended up knee-deep in the waves. Bigby had you in his strong arms, holding you close as you both laughed and kissed before you playfully splashed water on him. It was safe to say you both ended up at his apartment soggy.

🌙If you ever wanna make this man blush heavily: Compliment him. And do not let up. Bigby likes the act annoyed at first, hiding his face by turning away and playfully scoffing only for him to break and flush at your sweet words. He loves it especially if you compliment him on the things that normally make people uneasy. His gaze, his strength, his wolf.

🌙Bigby, at first, was uneasy turning with you around. He was worried that you would be terrified of him, and that was something he couldn't handle at the time. Despite the fact that you knew what he was before and now after the Homelands and even seeing all of him, he still wasn't excited to show them at first.

🌙You're the only one who can say things that someone would say to their pet pooch, but only to a limit. Saying stuff like 'Good boy' however is a good way to rile him up, especially if you say it all sultry.

🌙When you hang around his office, he likes it when you put on a true crime podcast for Mundies. He had somehow crammed a couch into his office for you to lounge on as you both listened to how fucking crazy those Mundies could be, especially from the state of Florida. Some of the stories you both listened to were so outrageous, that Bigby stopped what he was doing and completely forgot about it because he couldn't believe what he heard as you cackled at his expression.

🌙Ever since you two started dating, Bigby finally started to use his bed again. His poor chair was left abandoned at night when you both would go to bed unless Colin passed out on it. There were times where you would pop in and see Bigby passed the fuck out on it still. He definitely sleeps like a victorian boy with the plague.

🌙Bigby loves going over to your apartment just to drown in your scent. He often doesn't want to leave your bed at times just so he can bury his head in your neck or in your pillow if you had gotten up. If he could, he would want to spend all day in the sheets just lying with you.

🌙Another one of your favorite dates to do if the weather is shitty out is snuggling up together on your couch and watch Mundy cop shows, especially the ones with bad acting and writing. You like to ask him what he would do in the cases shown and Bigby's usual answers have to do with punching the crook or sarcasm.

🌙If Bigby wolfmans out, he loves it when you stroke his fur and scratch at the raw skin beneath, especially around his neck. He can't really speak like this but he's sure to groan and growl in pleasure. He loves how your hands roam freely, without a trace of fear, around his hulking body. He loves it when you compare the size of your hand to his clawed one.

🌙When it's a full moon, Bigby gets a little weird. He's not forced to turn thanks to whatever spells the witches on the thirteenth floor put on him, but he does act differently. He needs to be around you, needs to have you in his sights and he needs to smell you or else he feels the beast inside of him go crazy. Don't be surprised if Bigby gets excited that night.

🌙He loves it when you look into his eyes when they're all wolfy and yellow. He can see the faint glow reflecting off of your eyes and it makes his chest feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

🌙If you're a fable that can change forms, you both often turn behind closed doors and drawn curtains for both fun and comfort. Sometimes keeping the beast pent up for too long can drive Bigby crazy and he knows it's the same for you. There have been times where you both would wrestle for fun.

🌙There have been times where Bigby would come home bloodied and bruised. He hates seeing you so worried for him and he hates it even more that you always clean and patch him up. You shouldn't have to do this, you shouldn't have to take care of him like this but you do. Bigby would sit on the toilet seat silently and watched as you worried over him. He hates making you worry.

🌙Bigby sometimes gets into these moods where he feels like you could do so much better than him. He doesn't even tell you at first when you gently ask him if he was alright, but he eventually breaks. He feels like you shouldn't be with a monster like him. You get shit for being with him and he hates that. His thoughts get shut down quickly by you pressing a firm kiss to his cheek and tell him how much you love him and how you'll always love him.

🌙Bigby loves it when you compliment his strength. He never thought about it before until he had to hoist up a truck to help Flycatcher with no problem. Just hearing you compliment his strength made him almost drop the truck on the poor frog prince below. Ever since then, Bigby likes to show off here and there just for you to coo and oogle over him.

🌙When you both sit together on the couch, he loves it when you either sit in his lap or have your legs stretch over his own with his hands stroking them. If you're in his chair, he loves it when you straddle him, pinning him back against his chair with the tv forgotten about behind you.

🌙Play with his hair. Play with his hair. Just do it, trust me. He will be putty in your hands if you play with his hair, especially as you're kissing. Scratch your nails gently against his scalp, twist his thick locks between your fingers, tug on it. You won't be sorry.

🌙Bigby loves it when you wear his clothing, especially his button-ups even if they don't close up. It started one fall when the temperature dipped below what was originally forecasted. Bigby saw you shiver once from a gust of wind and off came his coat. And that's when it started. He claims it's another scent thing, but just seeing you wearing his clothes really stirs something inside of him.

🌙When you two kiss, he loves it when your hands paw at his body. He loves it when they travel along his brawny limbs and dance across his broad chest and shoulders and crawling down his trim stomach. It drives him crazy as he snarls into the kiss. Oh, and if you sink your nails into his skin? Nip at his bottom lip? You're tipping him over the edge.

🌙He rests so much easier now with you by his side. He's never felt like this before with anyone, his little crush on Snow doesn't even come close to the love this man feels for you. The ring hidden away in his desk was proof of that.

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

[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

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: I'm sorry…but also not sorry this man has been rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken and I just need to get these thoughts and ideas done and out because hnngg. It’s gonna start off with normal relationship headcanons and then some added nsfw stuff further down the list. There will be a header for when the nsfw stuff starts.

Content Warning: mentions of sexually explicit content (genitalia, sex positions/habits)

Bigby Wolf - Relationship Headcanons (w/ some NSFW HCS)

- Congratulations! After much perseverance and patience…you've acquired a sheriff werewolf partner! 

- Once Bigby finally comes to terms with his feelings, it will still take time to adjust. 

- He's not used to being vulnerable and open, but if he was going to start…there was no better person than you.

- Bigby trusts you with pretty much everything he is and it means the world to him that you trust him tenfold with your own heart.

- Bigby can be very, very protective of you. He tries not to come off suffocating or controlling, it's just in his nature to protect those he loves. 

- He's not a huge fan of PDA. The most he will do is hold your hand or shoulder and/or maybe kiss your forehead if you guilt trip him enough to do it (poke out your bottom lip and do your best puppy eyes and he'll cave)

- There are many instances where Bigby would have liked to kiss you, but you'll likely have to be the one to initiate it and commit to it in order for it to happen.

- Sarcasm is one of your own love languages you share between each other. 

- Bigby may not be the best at remembering dates for certain things but he does remember the things you like/dislike especially if it has a distinct scent. 

- Speaking of his heightened senses, he's got them practically tuned into you most if not practically all the time. (Albeit again he isn't weird about it. It's just something that naturally occurs)

- If you're someone that has menstrual cycles he picks up on it earlier than you do and tries what he can to make the time of the month less dreadful. 

- Bigby is definitely hot blooded both figuratively and literally. Which makes him great for winter nights and a nightmare for summer nights.

- Speaking of which, he'll always have dibs on being the bigger spoon, you can try but not without Bigby being a smart-ass about it. 

NSFW Relationships Headcanons: 

- His favorite ideas for dates are: going for long walks to nowhere in particular (bonus if it's in the woods) and/or nights in at your place  (or his, but…considering the state it's in he feels more comfortable spending time in your home) with some take out food. 

- At the end of the day, Bigby may still screw up and make things messier than they were at his job but as long as he has you to love him unconditionally and smiling at him...he really couldn't ask for anything more.

- Bigby will primarily be the dominant one in your relationship.

- Even if he lets you take the reins every now and then, in the end he always reminds you he's always in control. 

- I hope you love a hairy man, cause with Bigby it's basically a given. Especially down there.

- Moderate length but very girthy dick that stretches and fills you perfectly to make you see stars.

- Not much of a tease at first but as you grow more comfortable in the newfound relationship he can be a bit of an asshole about teasing you.

- Especially when you know that he knows you're turned on from your scent alone and he does nothing about it. 

- Some encounters can get pretty intense and his eyes have glowed yellow and his claws have come out but he's never scared you or hurt you drastically. (Likely just turned you on more)

- He won't admit to many kinks outright but by all means please praise and validate this man, let him know he's doing something right. 

- Nothing motivates him more than hearing you moan, beg, and scream his name and how good he feels.

- Bigby has a preference for sex positions that have him above you in some capacity, he wants to have full access to all of you. 

- He can go slow and steady or fast and passionate, given his job it's more likely you guys have to learn to settle for a quickie. 

- Sex has also become a way for Bigby to relieve his stress and of course being the doting partner you are, you're more than willing to help him. 

- He's fairly caring in after care. He'll ask if you're okay (especially during your first encounters, he'll worry about being too rough or carried away please reassure this man) and/or if you need anything.

- He has no qualms about you cuddling up into his side or resting your head on his chest as he likely wraps his arm around you in return as he nods off to sleep soon after the moment is over. 

#ri writes #the wolf among us bigby wolf #twau bigby wolf #the wolf among us bigby wolf x reader #twau bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf x reader headcanons #bigby wolf headcanons

[lil-ms-darkness]

Warm Like Baked Bread: Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and I hope you enjoy it.

For comic readers, this is an AU where Goldilocks is not a total extremist psychopath and is, instead, a survivor of circumstance. Living with the human Fable community in New York.

I have a few more small continuations to this in the works, so if you enjoyed this one, you can look forward to those.

-Lil_Ms_Darkness

“Come on in!” The woman calls from inside.

Bigby knocks on the wooden door, already able to smell the fresh baked goods from outside. 

He looked to his right, finding her in the small kitchenette with a loaf of freshly baked bread cooling on the counter next to a couple cubes of decorated fabric, two decently sized boxes on the small island. 

Just inviting people inside can’t be very safe But he tries the doorknob anyway, stepping through the door, closing it and walking down the small hallway that opens up into a one room apartment, a small love seat to the far right, back against a pony wall that a twin sized bed rested against on the other side. The bed has one long pillow, a plush looking throw at the end and a sea of stuffed animals. Against the wall across from the love seat, a tv set rests, framing two windows with sheer curtains. 

“Are you just going to stand there, inspecting my home or are you going to come in, properly?” She asks and he notices the curly blonde hair tied into a messy bun, plain jeans and t-shirt covered by a pink apron. When she looks over at him, a single curl falls past her brow, warm eyes examining him for a brief moment before returning to her work. 

Yeah, I do have the smallest apartment. Damn.

“Nice place you got here.” He muses as she sets a plastic container holding 6 muffins on top of one of the fabric squares, covering them and popping the holes in to protect the product before she wraps them up with a small bow tied in the fabric on top. She moves to set the muffins in one of the boxes, but he can still smell the baked blueberries and sweet, cooked sugar. 

“Thank you, Sheriff. You’re welcome to sit at the island, if you’d like.” She offers without looking at him.

“I’m not here for an order, I need to ask you a few questions.” But he steps on the other side of the counter to stay out of her way. Her meticulous movements seem rehearsed and fluid like water. 

“Ask away.” She says simply, continuing on her work. 

“I understand you have a baking business,” he gestures to the pans and assorted baked items littering her countertops, “-do you do this full time?”

“Doesn’t leave you much down time.” He mutters

“Not quite. I have a full time job at the Trip Trap as a bartender. It’s not super busy, but since Lily was- ahem, since Lily passed, Holly needed a little more time so she could focus on herself a bit more. Woody talked me up to her, and boom, full time gig. When I’m not working there, I’m either delivering orders, or preparing orders.” 

“No, but if you have a goal, sacrificing a little bit of forever doesn’t seem so bad.” She smiles, faintly. “And when I open up my Bed and Breakfast, it’ll all be worth it.” She sighs, softly and dreamily.

“Bed and Breakfast, huh?”

“Many of us are down on our luck, barely scraping by. Just look at Toad and TJ. I’m planning to open up my Bed and Breakfast to help Fables have a safe, clean place to go. Besides the Farm.” She wraps up the now cooled loaf of bread, “Why the interest in my career?” 

“Have you been approached by anyone wanting to purchase sweets specifically for Snow White?” He leans forward, gauging her reaction.

Her eyes move up to his in an instant, 

“She’s okay, right?” 

 “If you know something you need to tell me.”

“You do know something.” He examines her eyes, and he can read concern in them.

 She definitely was approached by our guy.

“No, she’s safe.” He says, calmly.

“Yes, a gentleman asked for a special delivery to the Business Office for Snow White. 3 boxes of white chocolate covered strawberries and a raspberry drizzle with an apple crumble pie.” She says cautiously and Bigby squints at the mention of an apple pie. “I had the same reaction, Sheriff. I don’t read other Fables stories, but it doesn’t take a genius to know how she’d feel about that one...she is okay, right? I refused to do it, he didn’t do anything to her, did he?”

“Good.” She sighs, and pulls down a plate and a small fork, setting a muffin onto it. 

“Did he give you a name?”

“I’m pretty sure he gave me a fake one,” she uses a butter knife to cut open the muffin before adding some butter to it, “but he gave me an alternate delivery address before I refused the order. Something about 'I understand that interacting with a princess would be nerve wracking'.” 

“Do you still have it? The address?”

“I might, let me check.” She sets the plate with the muffin in front of him, wiping her hands on her apron and opening a drawer, digging around it.

“Free sample?” He asks, glancing down at the muffin. He can smell it already and it smells delicious. 

“A thank you.” She corrects without looking up from the drawer.

“For?”

“Can’t say I’m surprised you don’t remember. You ate a man who was trying to get into my treehouse back in the Homelands. I doubt you did it to help me, you looked hungry, but it doesn’t change the fact that you may have saved me from worse horrors that day.” 

“Mmm, most people would’ve been worried I’d eat them, too.” He muses.

“Maybe that’s why I’m feeding you now, you’ll never know.” She pushes something else aside in the drawer as she speaks, then lets out a little “There you are.” before pulling out a piece of paper, torn from a full sized piece of lined paper. She hands it over and he takes it, reading the address. 

He has what he came for, but the muffin still permeates his senses. He picks up the fork and tears a piece of muffin off, inhaling the scent again with a slow sniff through his nose.

“Don’t worry, I only use the best poison for clients of your magnitude.” She smirks for the first time and his brown eyes lifted to meet hers, clearly not amused with the joke. “I’m joking, I doubt poison would kill you anyway. And the last thing I need is the charge of killing the Sheriff of Fabletown on my rear.” He looks down at the muffin on the fork before he decides to take a bite. It was warm and fresh, the blueberries moist and the sugar sprinkled on top of the muffin crunchy and flavorful. “Besides, I’m sure there’s a reason the other Fables fear you.” 

He pauses, another piece of muffin close to his lips. 

“You don’t know why they’re all afraid of me?” He sounds genuinely confused and surprised. 

“I don’t read stories of other Fables, remember? Red did try to tell me about an encounter you two had at some point, something about her grandmother, but to tell you the truth, I was dealing with my own demons that I didn’t really hear her story fully. Then when Woody took me under his wing, he told me a bunch of stories about you, but honestly they all just sounded like someone trying to be bigger and badder than the next. So, I felt like it was pointless to hate you for things that didn’t directly involve me.” She shrugs, “Easy to say when you’re not experiencing what everyone is telling you about, but I don’t really care.”

“You knew Red?” He sounds surprised, “And the Woodsman?” Then he just sounded dumbfounded. 

“Woody isn’t a bad guy, a little unorthodox maybe, and a little bit of an alcoholic with a tendency for dumb decisions, but not inherently bad. As for lil Red, she was my best friend after my mother abandoned me.” She smiles softly at the thought of her friend. His brow furrows as he looks at her; he’d always thought she got lost in the woods after going too far out, or maybe just got bored and decided to wreak some havoc like many children do. Maybe made a mistake but tried to rectify it and be better, like himself. “Surprised, aren’t ya? That’s why I don’t read the stories, because mine is all messed up. Mom abandoned me in the middle of the woods and left, I haven’t seen her since. One thing they don’t mention was I was 5 at the time, and had spent the better part of a month in the woods, starving and freezing. So when I came across the Bear’s home, I went in and I ate their porridge and slept in their beds, I tracked mud in their chairs. But not because I wanted to, but because it was either  that or die, and I wanted to take advantage of the little bit of comfort I’d found.”

He didn’t remember asking, and he wonders why she seems so comfortable telling him her whole life story. Then again, he was still eating her muffin and he supposes he owes her a small token, after feeding him and giving the information he needed without any trace of being needing to pry it out of her. It likely would have taken this long if it were Holly or anybody else in Fabletown. He supposes she deserves an ear to listen. Besides, the strange sense of normalcy in how she spoke to him was oddly pleasant. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were friends for years. But the moment comes to a close as he finishes the last bite of his muffin and decides it’s time to get on his way.

He stands and sets the fork on his plate, 

“Do you want me to put this in the sink for you?” He asks but she shakes her head, “Alright then. Have a good night.” He heads for the door.

“Sheriff,” She calls and he glances over his shoulder to offer her his attention in pure silence. “In my line of work, both at the Trip Trap and in my own business, a lot of gossip passes me by. If you ever need information, my door is open to you. If I know something, I’ll share it.”

“And what do you want in return?” There’s always a catch, he knows there’s something. Nobody ever gives something for nothing, especially not to the Big Bad Wolf.

“You let me feed you when you come to visit.”

“That’s not much of an exchange.”

“Then, how about you get to know me, that way if you hear a version of that messed up story you can debunk it.”

He’s quiet for a moment, looking at her kind, inviting eyes. He nods once and turns, 

“Thank you, Goldilocks.”

“[F/N].”

“Hmm?”

“Call me [F/N].” 

Now alone in the hallway, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and grabs one between his lips before he lights it. He takes a puff and pulls out the address on the paper. He suspects he’ll see her again, whether it be for information or just for another muffin. As he tucks the address away and walks down the hall, he almost looks forward to coming back.

“...Thank you, [F/N].” He heads to the door, opening it and closing it behind him. 

#bigby wolf x reader #goldilocks #fem reader #the wolf among us

[fortune-fool02]

Substitute

Bigby Wolf x Fae female reader

Summary: Settling into Fabletown was harder than one anticipated. Cut away from the forest was painful.

Warning: Very light angst, fluff, comfort.

Thank you for reading this. Please leave feedback and reblog as it's highly appreciated.

Thank you. Please enjoy.

It was becoming unbearable now. The aching itch under the skin that refused to settle or be sated, burning away at her inside and gnawing like some starved beast. The sensation of being torn away from something familiar, dropped and dumped into someplace she didn't understand nor like. [Name] hated the city. She hated its bustling streets, the bright street lights that blocked out the comforting flickering of the stars.

Heavy stench of the city made her throat burn. Rubbish tossed around, the fumes of vehicles poisoning the air; not to mention the dreadful sounds of cars, people, streets, all of it. She hated every bit of it ever since they were forced here.

[Name] longed for the forest once more, but even the parks here offered not even a wisp of what she once knew. A small cluster of damaged trees that hadn't tasted fertile soil in many a years, it was a wonder they still stood. Grass that was trampled and worn down to the point it could no longer grow in some places. And the flowers... Their beauty of vibrancy had been dampened heavily. The faintest of touches would cause them to crumble and shrivel away. Not like the ones she knew, the flowers that bore form fertile soil -given by both magic, blood and tears- flowers that could offer aid if one knew what to look for.

Others told her to suck it up and forget the homelands, but she couldn't. Could a fish forget the ocean if it was taken and put in a tiny tank? In the forests, [Name] felt steady and strong, grounded and secure. But out here, in the city of New York, she felt lost, uneven. As if her entire being was constructed of nothing but static, held together by weak string. A part of her feared she would vanish one day.

The sun had long faded at this point, leaving her accompanied only by the blinding glow of the street light in the park. She found a spot amongst the bushes, tucked in as if she could find home among them. Her knees up to her chest, her eyes closed as she tried to picture home. Fae and others along their great kin, were supposed to be in woodlands and other places of such. Places where nature ruled strong, the nurturing hand of Mother Nature, and the magic that ran through the lands and soil. Home.

"You know there's seating over there, right?" The sudden voice yanked her from the little bubble, dragging her back to this dreadful reality. Her eyes shifted up to him, and she let out a light sneer.

"I prefer here, Sheriff." She replied, keeping herself seated on the ground, making no attempt to move. There had never been any ill will or sourness between [Name] and Bigby, after all, they did live in the same forest once. A faint trail of smoke seeped from the man's lips, the lit cigarette glowing dimly as he flicked some ash aside, earning another little scowl from her.

"What brings you out here at this time?" He asked, his motive nothing but sheer, simple curiosity. A soft sigh pasted her lips, her shoulders slumping down. For a Fae, she looked almost helpless, no, lost was a better word.

"I miss home." [Name] replied. "I miss the forest. I miss that feeling in the air, where you knew you belong, you had a place there that was yours. No one else's. Here," She motioned vaguely around her, "There's no such place. There's too much, too close together, and I feel like I can't breathe." Her words grew faster, touched with that biting burning she could feel in her own veins, under her skin. Without realising it, she began to pick at her nails, nipping away at the skin of her fingers.

Bigby knelt down, the cigarette discarded, and gently reached out to her wrists, grabbing hold of them and slowly lowering them away from her. Her eyes locked with his, watching for any move of attack or hidden aggression, but there was nothing of a sort present in his eyes. Bigby simply looked at her, really looked at her.

"I know how you feel, [Name]. I really do." He slowly let go of her wrists and settled down in front of her. "But here, we're safe. We've all been through Hell." He spoke, trying to think of ways to cheer her up. He was never good at this but he would give it a shot for her.

"This place isn't home, I know that. But we've got to try and make it a home." Her eyes shifted away from him, looking around them with a slight uncomfortable look, and he continued, "Even if it means adjusting to things we're not used to. But we're all together, that's what matters."

A moment passed and she finally let out a soft sigh, almost defeated sounding. "Fine." She huffed out, standing upright and dusting herself off a little. "... you got a smoke?"

Bigby glanced at her, a light smile on his lips, "I thought you couldn't stand it?" He recalled a conversation they had not too long ago where she visited his office and made a comment about his smoking. [Name] shrugged her shoulders, "Do you have one or not?"

Pulling the packet from his pocket, he fished one out for her, handing it to her before getting his lighter out. Taking a drag from the cigarette, [Name] slowly pushed the smoke out past her lips.

"This really is a shit brand." The two chuckled softly, taking the moment to look up at the sky. The streetlights had dimmed down a little, allowing the night sky to finally show through. Warmth slowly seeped into her chest as she saw the stars once again.

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

[theanimekid]

Could I get a Bigby X fem/nb reader smut? Maybe… reader’s first time witnessing Bigby’s heat? Or Virgin!Bigby bc I have a head cannon

of course!

The Phase of The Moon Bigby wolf x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ breeding kink, in heat, hybrid transformation, biting, degradation, scratching, masturbation

Pairing: Bigby wolf x fem reader

Summary: small plot, keep it brief, then we fuck

"Bigby? You Home?"

You called out his name as you stood knocking on his apartment door for the past 20 minutes. That damn Sheriff promised you. After work, he takes you out to the woods and glimpses the stars. You even packed a picnic basket with food and some blankets just in case it gets cold. You wore a daily spring half split joint v-neck skirt dress with the basket in one hand and the other knocking on the door.

Ugh, I swear to God if he forgets our date...

Just as you were about to open the door, your phone rang, and you picked up the sound of Snow's voice. " Y/n, you okay?" She asked worriedly. " Yea... I'm fine. Why are you-"

"No need, but your boyfriend wants me to tell you not to go to his apartment. He's... Going through his phase."

What now?

" What do you mean by" The loud alienated groan hollered out from the bedroom. You placed the picnic basket on the table, "Snow... I gotta call you right back..." You replied as you hung up the phone and slowly ascended to the bedroom; the groans grew louder and louder as you reached Bigby's bedroom door. You hear your name, followed by a moan coming from the bedroom. You quietly opened the door as it creaked, Bigby lay on the bed, his cock painfully throbbing as he tried to stroke it. The hint of pink smoke filled his lungs. He inhaled your scent. She's here, She's not supposed to be here, damn Snow, why didn't you keep away?!

Before you know it, he pounced on you as the door behind you slammed shut and pulled you into a deep rough, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring the other's mouth while fighting for superiority. Bigby won that fight as his tongue went deeper, leaving you breathless. He pulled away and went to bury himself into your neck. " Didn't Snow told you to stay away?" He grunted as he inhaled more of your perfume. His hands efficiently hiked your skirt and grabbed the flesh of your thigh, the feeling of his claws grazing the skin producing a yelp.

" Why didn't you tell me this sooner, instead of me getting it from Snow? I could help," You whimpered as his erection between your thighs got wetter. He pulled you away from the door and tossed you on his bed. You bounced on impact. He crawled onto the mattress, towering over your figure. " Help me? You think you can help me with this?" He dragged his erection across your entrance. You started to wiggle, " Please baby; let me help you," You asserted. Screw the date. This must be taken care of first.

He stood on the bed with his knees, pulling the throbbing dick out of his pants, he breathed out a sigh of relief as this cock stood out in the cold air. He looked at you with a toothy grin. "This cock won't suck itself." You crawled on all fours, hovering your mouth over his length. You rolled out your tongue, and you suck down on his cock, taking as much of him in his mouth. He groaned as he clawed his sheets. He rolled his eyes back. Lifting his head to the ceiling as you were deliciously bobbing on his cock, his moans mixed with yours filled the room. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and fully face fuck you on his rock-hard cock.

Only when you started to gag on his manhood. He'd pull out with an unsatisfied moan. You gasped for air. Breathing felt so hot. He stared at you with his wolfish brown-gold eyes as he sees the state you were in. hyperventilating and desperately must of him. Such a pathetic little whore you are. He set you on your back again, he extended your legs open as he positioned his face into your uncovered cunt.

"No panties? You knew this would come to this, didn't you, my mate?" He growled, and he stroked his tongue into your stripe, rosebud pussy. Leaving you moaning as you seized the sheets below you. He did the exact action, again and again till you were creaming on his mouth, calling your euphoria. "Bigby, s-stop teasing, and fuck me, please." You begged. " Needy mate, is a needy whore." He rasped impatiently. He hurriedly flipped you over on your stomach, curved your hips in the air, and pushed your head into the bed. He lined up his cock to your entrance, skimming only the tip before slamming it into your velvet folds. He slowly thrust, keeping a constant speed, then after a few brief moments, he started to rammed you outta existence. You didn't know how many times you cum, or how long it's been but you couldn't care. Because for one, you couldn't conclude a coherent thought. The sound of headboard dragging on the wall, your moans and slutty pleas, and Bigby's grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room.

It's the fourth time you cum, and he's still not finished. The pace of his thrust was not going slower. But faster. He's rutting into you like an animal, and you think it was seductive?! You cried out his name like a broken chant, his claws at your hair and raising your head up to meet his fangs. "Let hear you mate, let everyone in this fucking building know who you belong to, you're my mate. Mine." He bit the side of your shoulder, drawing a little bit of blood, he repeated the same thing to the other shoulder and then your neck, marking his territory. His thrusts began to get messy and ragged. He's reaching his limit. Your cunt kept clenching around him, driving out his climax. He cum with a final grunt as his seed painted your filthy hole. Some of yours and his dripped on the bedsheets. The weight of your knees gave up on you as you collapsed on the bed.

He pulled out with a roar as the semen spilled out of your fucked pussy. He stared at your now fucked out state, and your poor abused whole. " So... did I help?" You asked in exhaustion after your post climax as you looked at him with weary sights. He didn't quickly as he laid closer on your side. " Yea... you did wonderfully, sweetheart, but can you linger here a little longer?" he praised following with a question.

You gave him a confused hum. He added, "These sort of things lasts a couple days... And I really want you, so bad." He purred as he kissed the hickeys on your neck and shoulders. But then his cock began to throb again. " Think you can go another round with your wolf?"

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[emperor-palpaminty]

Can you write a cute Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us) x Wife! Fairy! Reader oneshot?

I know nothing about fairy lore in TWAU but i am always here for husbando bigby!!! Female fairy and bigby yay! Only TW is for language and mentions of drinking, and also kissing but nothing smutty if neither one of those are your thing please skip this

Of course it was fucking raining. Bigby yanked his coat tighter and picked up his pace a bit- the rain made the neon lights around him hazy and dreamy.

Strange how, in the home land, rain was a good thing. Rain was cleansing and fresh, and watered the land and greedy crops. Rain meant life. But here in cement walls and hard grounds, rain meant puddles and dampness and misery. All he wanted was a cigarette, his couch, and a glass of whiskey.

And, of course...

Bigby stomped his feet on the mat by the entry door. He didn't want to go tracking mud everywhere. He stepped in, ignoring the obviously snoring guard. Bigby heard himself grunt as his steps lengthened, the elevator door opening when he pressed the button. The doors closed around him, and Bigby Wolf closed his eyes, exhaling softly.

He enjoyed these little moments. In a little elevator space, with a soft whirring of gears and humming of machine, the world was only five-by-seven-feet wide. "Thank God." He muttered. The day was done. Finished.

The door dinged opened. Bigby's head snapped up, and he blinked. Had he almost fallen asleep? Bigby shook his head and hurried out of the doors, rushing down the hall. When his door was in sight warmth filled his chest.

A scent of sweetness. Sugar. Flowers.

A breath left his chest as he rushed to his door and unlocked it, fumbling with his keys.

Bigby was welcomed by a warm apartment. He gave a huff of relief and looked towards the kitchen, the familiar and tender sensation swelling in his chest as the fae turned. She blinked at him, and smiled brightly.

"Welcome home." She smiled, her head tilting with the words. Bright white teeth shone as she spoke. She smelled good- sweet. Home.

Bigby felt the stress drop from his shoulders. "Come here." He said, already halfway across the room. Urgency filled every step.

She took the oven mitt (which he honestly didn't know he had) from her elegant hand and met him around the counter. Bigby grasped the fairy by her hips and caught her mouth, a gruff noise of relief leaving his mouth. Gentle and cool hands touched his jaw, coaxing him closer. She tasted soft. Better than anything he had tasted in his centuries of living. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the whole fairy thing... Whatever it was, he was glad to be kissing her.

She giggled against him, fingers wrapping in the collar on his shirt. "Bigby," She sighed happily as she tugged away. "I knew you had a long day."

He turned his head, nuzzling into her neck. Whiskey wasn't enough to intoxicate him any more. "Yeah." He managed. "Understatement of the year."

She pursed her lips against his ear, pecking it gently. "I don't like the rain either." The fairy ran a hand over his back. "I thought we could wait the storm out together."

He smiled against the soft shirt she wore. The knit fabric was soft against his mouth as he kissed it, turning his head back up to her. "Sounds like a plan." He smiled, standing back up fully and running a hand over her chin. "Sit here, listen to the rain... Drink some of the best whiskey-"

"Ah-ah." The fairy pressed a long finger to his lips, brow creasing and her lips twitched. "You need a shower, big wolf." She smiled up at him, the finger moving from his mouth to tap his nose. "I'll pour you a glass of it. Go take a good shower."

Bigby sighed. His hands were kneading into her waist. "Stay the night?"

She giggled and gently pushed against his chest. "If you're good. Promise."

"No tricks."

"Oh, Bigby." She winked at him, leaning up close. Her lips hovered inches from his. "I cannot tell a lie." She pecked him, once, too quickly, and stepped away. "Faster you shower, faster we can relax."

Bigby nodded. His arms, empty, felt heavy. He turned and hurried towards the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. Damn fae and the spell that this one had on him.

He smiled to himself as she hummed across the room. Even if there was some spell, he didn't want it to break any time soon.

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[crybabylulu]

Hi my name is Lucille and I just wanted to say I want Bigby Wolf to break my back like a glow stick. I want him to split me in two. I love him he’s best boy, BRING HIM BACK NOW! I want wolf among us season 2! AHHHHH

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[oceisastar]

MDNI

oh my GOD I need to fuck bigby wolf

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

I made a Bigby Wolf Character a.I

I didn’t know what I was doing but I hope it’s good 😂

This boy deserves love!

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[flbrokensoldier]

Truth be told, I have no idea what brought this on to write this but I wanted to anyways. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Long Ride, Too Little Said"

Bigby Wolf x GN!Reader

You honestly couldn't put your finger on it, riding around in a taxi at night was somewhat relaxing. Something about the lamp posts, the city lights, and the fewer people that were out was just comforting. The soft music from the radio was lovely too, really set the tone for the this evening especially. The rain dripping softly onto the window, making soft pitter patter sounds was also nice. Watching the raindrops slide down the window as you say there lost in thought.

However, you were snapped out of your thoughts when the sound of shuffling could be heard next to you. You looked over to see your partner in crime, the one you always helped during investigations, despite his better wishes. Bigby, who was asleep just seconds ago. Normally he didn't fall asleep anywhere but that damn chair in his apartment, but he was running on about over a week of little to no sleep. When push comes to shove you make do, even if it's only a quick ten minute nap.

He could feel your gaze on him, even if he just woke up he seemed wide awake. He looked at you with his eyebrows knit together to make a confused expression. He knew you wanted to say something but he just couldn't tell what you wanted to say.

He knew you for a while now, when he was first appointed sheriff he had only heard of you. You were the one who everyone seemed to like, your personality stuck out to everyone and they loved you for it. You were only a mere detective but you still loved to get to know everyone, or at least most of them.

This was no different when Bigby first came into the picture. You were very curious and wanted to get to know him, despite his reputation. Which you ended up successfully getting close to the sheriff, he was as close to you as he was to Snow, if not maybe even closer. You learned about some of his life, he told you about his mother and father, along with other stories of his life, yet not too in depth seeing as the books had most of his life written down. He figured you would do the research but he was taken aback when you said you wanted to hear it from him and only him. Yet he didn't say more even then.

Yet you two opened up to each other here and there, trying your best to be there for each other. Snow wasn't that great to talk to about everything, seeing as Snow was now calling the shots and she was too busy to see what you both had been seeing while working. You couldn't even begin to describe some of the stuff you had seen to her, especially with the whole Ichabod situation from back with the Crooked Man case and running all of Fabletown, you decided not to add more to her plate.

"Something on your mind?" Bigby's raspy yet deep soothing voice had spoken, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, it's nothing." You put your arm on your leg as you looked out the window out of embarrassment.

"Sure seems like it's something." His tone was laced with worry, yet you refused to look at him.

"No no, it's alright. Just thinking about this case." You said with a long sigh.

"That certainly don't seem to be the case." He turned fully to face you.

You hesitated before looking at him. He noticed your tired yet worried expression. He made a long sigh as he shook his head. He kept his hands in his lap, staring at your face despite wanting to reach out and just comfort you.

"Go ahead, I'm all ears." He said with a supportive yet worried smile.

You sighed, not wanting to say it, especially in the middle of an investigation. You were so conflicted though, all you wanted was to tell him but not now. You had to say something though, so you came up with something on the fly.

"Nothing, just.. Be careful okay?" You asked with a worried expression.

"I will, but you have to be careful too." He spoke softly as a small smile spread across his face, yet it faded quickly.

"I will." You softly smiled back at him.

Pretty soon you both arrived at your destination.

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Eventually the investigation came to a close, just a simple murder of a wife and the husband was behind it. Yet, he was a hazard so everyone was told to be alert and keep their distance. There was a bit of a fight between Bigby and the guy just to simply arrest him, but no major injuries, just a few bruises and scratches.

However, it had been a whole day since then and Bigby still noticed something was off. He was getting a little more than worried now. That's when he decided to head over to your office. Knocking a bit harsher than intended, but he knew it caught your attention.

"Come in." Your voice sounded from the other side.

He walked in, closing the door behind him and sitting in the chair on the opposite side of where you sat at the desk. He had a worried expression on his face and it said everything. You knew what was going to happen. You knew what he was going to ask.

"I think we need to talk." He spoke in a soft tone that was laced heavily with worry.

"Okay.." You took a deep breath, resting your hands on the desk and folding them together.

"So.. What's been on your mind since that night a few days ago?" He asked as he adjusted the chair so it was directly in front of you.

"I told you." You smiled but it looked slightly forced.

"Yeah, I can tell you're lying." He made an unimpressed expression.

"Okay okay." You sighed. "I figured at that point it wasn't a good time to bring it up so.."

You took a deep breath, looking away from him. "It's just, we've known each other for a while and I just.. I couldn't help myself from falling for you."

He looked shocked but he shook his head. "You were trying to keep that away from me?"

"Yes. I was afraid of what you would say.." You kept your eyes on the desk.

He sighed and he stood up. "Well, I'm glad it's nothing that could harm you. That was my primary concern."

You kept your eyes on the desk. "Apologies for making you worry."

"It's alright." He walked over to your side.

He carefully cupped your face that was looking at the ground where he stood. He made you look up at him but not harshly. He made a soft sigh as he took your hand and pulled you up to him. After you were standing, he wrapped his arms around you softly, using one arm to hold you and the other to pet your hair softly.

"Should've told me sooner." He whispered as he rested his chin on your head.

"I'm sorry." You whispered into his collar bone.

"It's alright. I'm awfully terrible with feelings but.. Just know.. I love you.." He whispered again, a soft smile spreading across his face.

You made a shocked gasp as you stayed still despite wanting to look at him. "I love you too."

"We'll work out the details of.. Well, us later. For now let's just rest, this case was a ride that's for sure." He made an exhausted sigh.

"Sounds like a deal."

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