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gogogodzilla · 7 months

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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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valeskawhore · 5 months

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SHERIFF! BIGBY WOLF!? X fem! Reader!

A/n: “So literally just finished my own interpretation of the telltales game, “The wolf among us” and I swear. I am Inlove with this man/hybrid, thingy.” So I figured why not write about it?

Here’s what it would be like for the one and only sheriff of Fable town to meet you..

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Arightly, we ALL know. This is pretty much basic information if you know anything about this man.

He doesn’t give a shit. Honest.

I mean, he cares. But especially with his “friendship” with snow in the series we all can already tell that this man has some serious authority issues.

He’s not used to people telling him what to do, and what to say or how to act. Bigby gets very offended in the series when one of the options for a response when beginning to talk to TJ about what he saw when Lilly died, snow asks bigby to be more “less like himself” he did not respond well..

He came from being the “big bad wolf” once upon a time. Nobody trusts him, and honestly, I think he prefers it that way.

All he’s ever done, or known for that matter is hurt. Pain. Being the one to always inflict it.

And because of this power of control, he was elected sheriff of fable town. Perhaps others in the higher power thought that it would be beneficial to work some of that natural rage out.

To wrap up, he’ll do things his way.. pretty often.

Depending on the circumstances always. Now if his way would put anyone in danger that he “cared” about on some kind of level, he’d avoid all conflict. He wants to change..

He just doesn’t know how. And he won’t trust anyone enough to show him.

Though.. when YOU came along..

You weren’t a fable, you weren’t rich.. you weren’t special.. you couldn’t turn into a troll or a fairy or even a wolf.

You were a mundy. A normie.

Ofcourse growing up in the “real” world your entire life, fairy tales were strictly “fairy tales” and that’s all there was to it.

On the way home one night from driving home, you drove into an unrecognizable neighborhood. But something about this place felt strange, almost like de ja vu..

Had you been here before..?

You saw a sign for the only sheriffs office in town and decided to stop their for directions.

The place was like a fucking motel..?

On the way to the elevator to find this office yourself, (since the fucking security guard was passed out cold) you bumped into a strong figure on the way in the elevator as he was coming out.

“Shit.. that was my last one,” the figure mumbled, his voice scratchy yet light.. familiar. The man took a step back and crossed his arms. His stair formed into one of disgust and annoyance.

The stranger took a step back and even.. EXAMINED you. He was tall.. stone cold even just by looking at him could you tell. His sniffed lightly, his nostrils expanding a little bit, with a wince, he finally spoke.

“A mundy huh?” He coughed out some smoke. A annoyed look on his face.

I stared at the man, confused and desperate for some sleep.. ‘did he say mundy? Or did I miss my medication today?.’ I questioned myself silently.

“Sir.. can you please repeat that?” I asked kindly, (or tried) I kept a smile on my face but even a dumbass like the tweedle twins could tell it was fake.

“Hm.” He scoffed a little. He pulled his hand up to his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “What can I help you with?” He grumbled, finally releasing his nose and crossing his arms once more. Trying to keep a smile, his was tense like my own.

Just two strangers staring at one-another, both tired and annoyed— trying to be polite.

I finally put my fake smile down and realized why I was even here to begin with. I tried to smile genuinely this time, “yes! Please I need to see the sheriff, or anyone honesty who can tell me where I am and why these roads are so confusing” I said that last part with a laugh, a shitty joke erupted from my nervousness. I mentally smacked myself.

This guy doesn’t wanna hear my shitty jokes.

The man tilted his head slightly and let out a loud sigh, “that’s me.. sheriff wolf.” I reached out my hand instantly for manners and mutual respect for the fact that we both obviously needed some good sleep and quiet.

He hesitantly shook my hand with a firm grip. His bottom lip puckered slightly, his jaw tense, though he didn’t let go my hand, just held it with quite the grip.

I stared at him and then down at our hands intertwined with eachothers. I let out a nervous laugh.. “hey Uhm—“

He cut me off, “well? Eh? You gonna tell me your fucking name or not.” His voice got stern, I felt myself shrinking under his gaze.

“Y/n” I laughed, but I felt a surge of sudden confidence take over me, my gaze locked on his, I squeezed his hand back just as hard, something about this seemed right.. our hands together.

“What’s your name sheriff?” I smiled,

The man stared me down, his eyes went to our hands then back to my eyes. I felt him shake in my grasp, whether with anger or fear, I didn’t know.. but I wasn’t some cute little girl.

“Bigby— sheriff bigby.” And he ripped his hand out of mine. His hands tensed, curling up into fists at his sides. “You’re in fable town, you must have taken a wrong turn missy. Cause this is NOT where you’re supposed to be.”

He warned, I laughed.

“I’d love an escort sheriff.”

“I don’t have a car”

“Big guy like you walks around eh?”

He growled, obviously not finding me amusing whatsoever. “Here” he took out a little note pad, he gave me the address for somewhere else.

“Follow the signs sweetheart” and with that, he walked away. The crumbled up piece of paper laid on the ground near my feet, I snatched it up with a scowl on my face.

“Fucking asshole.”

You didn’t know what to think of this guy, and that bothered you because you were the typa girl to always have a plan and analyze everything and everyone. You couldn’t read this guy, something about him.. felt so primal.. so inhuman.

His eyes, his canines, the facial hair even. The way he smelled for jimminy Christmas. He wasn’t normal,

Then again who was nowadays?

He was an asshole, stubborn and irritable over the smallest thing.. but.. why ..

Why couldn’t you stay away from him…?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You were annoyingly pretty. Almost suspicious.

Faith was dead, now Lilly, fables running around town causing shit with nothing better to do.. and now you?

He wouldn’t buy that ‘just got lost’ bullshit. Something was weird about this girl.. too eye catchy and doll like. Fragile and confident all the more. He needed to find out more about you.

You owed him a new pack of smokes too.

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lilredniki · 2 months

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What you deserve

Prompt: You deserve so much better

Character: Bigby Wolf

Bigby Wolf sat in the waiting room as the woman he had fallen in love with went through the painful process of having silver bullets pulled out of her body.

Bigby felt like shit for not being able to protect Y/N from Bloody Mary.

“Bigby.”

He looked up and saw the doctor.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s just fine Bigby.” Doc said with a soft smile. “But there is something you should know.”

“What?”

“We are taking Y/N out of work for a while. She can tell you why.”

Bigby sat by the bed watching her rest.

“You deserve so much better.”

“I don’t want better Bigby.”

“You need to rest.”

“You need to stop thinking.”

“I couldn’t protect you.”

“You did though. It would have been worse if you didn’t get there when you did.”

Bigby sighed.

“You did protect us Bigby.”

He looked at her. “What?”

Y/N smiled. “You protected US Bigby.”

Bigby’s eyes widened. “You’re?”

She nodded. “I am and if you didn’t find me when you did, I could have lost our little ones.”

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crybabylulu · 3 months

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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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elaboratedbee · 1 year

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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.

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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Bigby reacts to a mundie teaming up with him as they know how to use a gun and some martial arts?

A/N: Sorry it was so short, haven't written anything since I graduated 😔🙇🏽‍♀️

(Gif isn't mine😒 obviously)

Another night, another phone call to the Trip Trap. The sheriff wanted to leave the Woodsman and the pale monster he constantly butted heads with.

However, he couldn't. It was his job to de-escalate situations like this. He sighed after hanging up the phone and walking out of his office, already feeling a headache forming.

Making his way to the Trip Trap, he notices an unfamiliar figure walking down the dimly lit street. It… didn't smell like a fable.

To him, fables have a familiar type of smell. Forest-like. This figure smelt like the middle of the city. Mundie.

He frowned as the figure got closer. Pausing, he watches as (e/c) eyes stare back at him. They didn't look like a cop, thankfully. But they did look a little pissed and suspicious.

"Is there something I can help you with?", Bigby asks.

The mundie jabbed a thumb in the direction of the Trip Trap. "Unless you're a part of this, I'd suggest staying out of the way."

Bigby frowned. The hell? Who the hell was this person…? "Actually, I'm the sheriff of this town, so yes it is my business. What's it to you?", he growled.

The person raised their eyebrow. "Sheriff? Never heard of you."

Bigby wanted to roll his eyes and tell them to piss off, but increasing their suspicion would probably make it worse.

"I made it that way. Nothing really happens in this town and I would rather you leave things that happen to me. You're not needed.", he waved them off before walking up to the door of the bar.

He could hear Grendel and Woody's fighting from the outside, sighing before he heard someone walking up behind him.

He snapped his head toward the person from before. Now that he could fully see them underneath the yellow light they stood under, he realizes how slightly smaller they are compared to him.

"You're not coming in here. This isn't any of your business.", Bigby said. "Look, I was called in by the police department to figure out what the commotion was and I'm gonna find out."

The police department? They're a part of the NYPD??

Shit.

How'd they manage to make such a ruckus that caused the mundies to be concerned???

He sighed. He couldn't let them go in and possibly get killed if the two drunk idiots decide they wanted to hurt them.

However, he couldn't let this mundie go by, reporting to the NYPD of suspicion. That'd cause trouble for everyone.

How frustrating.

His fingers twitched to take a puff of a Huff n' Puff to ease his increasing headache. "Fine. Fine. But you let me handle it and don't say anything about what you see to the police department. At all."

"You're acting like there's illegal drugs in here.", they say. For their sake and his, he hoped not. But that's not what he was worried about.

He walked in to hear loud tumbles and dodged a thrown chair. The mundie behind him look at Bigby in confusion and bewilderment.

"You guys done?", Bigby asked the fighting fables. They turned their drunken attention to the sheriff. "Who brought the dog in?", Woody asked with a hiccup.

The mundie behind him looked at the Woodsman in confusion. Dog?

Bigby grimaced at his choice of words. "You already know who called me in. And obviously she wants this place in good shape, so why fuck it up? Just take your drunk asses home.", he ordered.

The two men looked at each other before looking back at Bigby, amused. "Or what, dog? You gonna go back to Snow and whine about it?", Grendel sneered.

Bigby growled softly, almost forgetting who was still behind him. Woody, however, didn't care enough and ran at Bigby.

Before the sheriff had time to react, the mundie gave Woody a back kick, knocking him back into the bar.

Bigby looked at the scene, shocked that Woody was practically taken down by someone much smaller than him.

"I'd stay down if I were you.", Bigby heard them say. He watched as Grendel's face contorted in anger. Bigby put his hands up, trying to ease Gren's drunken anger. "Gren, don't."

Gren, of course, ignored the sheriff and changed into his monstrous form, making the mundane human behind Bigby, turn to him in bewilderment.

Frightening, at first, but getting over the shock quickly, the mundie brought out their gun, aiming it for Gren. It was a normal gun, though. Not enough to bring down the monster but enough to stun at least.

Bigby nearly flinched at the sight of the weapon, in disbelief that this human really came prepared with such a thing and a lack of knowledge of where they were at and what they witnessed.

"What the hell are you people…?"

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dejwrld · 8 months

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CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism,

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 13 days

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Bigby Wolf x Reader Headcanons (NSFW)

Oh ho ho, pookie >:)

I tried making this gender neutral

NSFW alphabets are gonna come back, idk how tho. I may make em Ao3 exclusive to promote it?

🌙 Just from looking at the disgruntled sheriff, you wouldn't even think of him being anything but a top- But he's very much a switch. As much as he loves dominating you in bed, he also loves relinquishing control and letting you take the reigns. He will never admit it, but he loves being spoiled in bed.

🌙 He started out absolutely sucking with aftercare. It wasn't because he didn't want to do it, it was because he never really had the experience. Bigby's a loyal dog and he's so ready to wait on hand and foot to take care of you when you're both spent.

🌙 Bigby loves to please you. Others, not so much. But you? He would drop everything just to satisfy you sexually if he could. Any way you want it, he'll do it: Orally, fingering, rough, soft, on the table or bent over the kitchen counter. You name it.

🌙 He has a not-so-little secret where he wants to fuck you on his desk. He wants to bat the papers and folders off, push you down and mount you. He knows you would be down for it, the issue is that his office is right down the hall from the Business Office and so many Fables - especially Snow and King Cole - walk past every day.

🌙 Condomns sadly don't really for Bigby. It's not that he doesn't like the use of them, they just don't seem to last; Especially if Bigby turns during sex. Not only that, but Bigby cums a lot, especially if you both haven't done it in a while.

🌙 He feels bad when you're both intimate sometimes and he suddenly wolfs out. It's always a shock to both of your systems, especially yours as you're not needing to accommodate the stretch of a bigger and girthier cock on top of him being a lot rougher than he usually is.

🌙 But fuck if he doesn't love it when you spur him on, knowing that you're also spurring on the beast that lies just beneath his skin. It drives him wild when you tease him to the point of him turning only to feign innocence before sauntering away, swaying your hips and throwing a glance over your shoulder like you're not about to get fucked into the nearest surface.

🌙 When he does fuck you as a werewolf, he loves if when you dig your nails into his beastly shoulders and tug on his soft fur. The pain from pulling just does something to him, sending little electric shocks right down his dick that's currently plowing into you. You can also earn bonus points if you call him a good boy.

🌙 He prefers to cum inside of you, some primal need because so satisfied when he spills his warm seed inside of you whether it's in your mouth or your sex. There are also times when he fights those urges and cums on your face or your ass. His favorite place is on your stomach so he can lick it and then kiss you.

🌙 He has a little thing that he's ashamed of, only because it's tied to something obvious from his past: Bigby loves it when you wear the color red. To anyone else, it would end with Bigby being berated because of what happened with Red Riding Hood (it's not from that though), but you don't do that. Instead, you often surprise him by wearing red underwear under your clothes.

🌙 He's not a very talkative person, the less the best really. But with you? He's talking a hell of a lot more. In the bedroom, he's always saying something; Encouraging you, complimenting you, begging for you.

🌙 He too loves to tease. Often pinning you to the mattress, calloused fingers gliding gently over your sensitivities as he speaks softly, telling you all about what he's going to do to you in his deep and scratchy voice. He loves it when you squirm and plead for him to shut the fuck up and start doing something to you.

🌙 If you have a thing for spanking, he totally stole the Crowd Control paddle from the overcrowded evidence room. He even patched up the splintered wood and re-wrapped the cotton grip. Although he would definitely prefer his hand, he does like the noises you make when you get the paddle to your poor behind.

🌙 Is it any shock to you that his favorite position to fuck you in is doggy style? He always gets an earful when you tease him about it afterwards, scoffing playfully and rolling his eyes before he states that he can find better positions to fuck you in. Mating press is another one of his favorites, especially when he wolfs out.

🌙 Bigby isn't the type of guy to really like to inflict a lot of pain. Spanking and choking are great and all, but he won't really push past those borders into something deeper unless you both really talk things out. He's already a rough and strong person, one wrong move and he can seriously hurt you and he would never forgive himself for it.

🌙 He's an ass man for sure. If you ever walk past him in tighter pants, he can always be caught staring right at the curve of your ass. He doesn't blush and look away and try to deny it, instead, he gets a shit-eating grin and fully accepts he was caught before offering that he can take a break if you want to teach him a lesson.

🌙 He's not a fan of roleplaying. He's pretty awkward socially and he would often fumble words or straight-up forget you both were doing so in the first place. It often gets funny when you would say something sexually weird and Bigby would instantly drop character and say the most Bigby thing imaginable.

🌙 Bigby has the strength to pull you into whatever position he wants you to be in. Even when you've climaxed for the umpteenth time and he's still ramming into your poor hole, he's easily holding you up by your hips, shoulders or waist until he's spent himself inside of you.

🌙 He's not the type to smoke after sex. Instead, he often wraps one of his big muscular arms around your waist and drags you as close as possible against his chest and indulge himself in your scent. He insists that you always smell better when you climax.

🌙 He doesn't drift off right away, often kept up by his racing thoughts and heart. He tries to make some light conversation while you're both snuggled close, but he leaves you to rest if you drift off. It's often hard sometimes to calm down if the beast inside wanted to come out to play but he didn't let it.

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fortune-fool02 · 2 years

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A Close Call

Bigby Wolf x female reader

Summary: After the attack from Bloody Mary, Bigby decided it was best to try and get some form of rest to heal. [Name] ensured he did so.

I couldn’t help but write for this man again! Please reblog, like and comment as it really helps! Thank you!

Please enjoy!

The room was thick with the smell of medicine, blood and alcohol. As well as those bloody Huff’N’Puffs, but that was the least of [Name]’s concerns at the moment. When she got the call from Snow about what happened to Bigby, she all but sprinted to Bigby’s apartment, white hot concern coursing through her veins with a burning tightness in her nerves. Sitting beside Colin on the floor, [Name] tried her best to keep herself calm as Dr Swineheart carefully removed each little fragment of the bullets that riddled Bigby’s body. His hands stained with blood, but it was nothing compared to the blood on Bigby’s body and chair.

She knew him being a Fabel meant he could take injuries that were fatal to humans but the fact he had stopped breathing a few times during the operation had her fighting back tears and keeping herself from falling apart right there in the room. When she first got there, and saw Bigby like that, she had some colourful words for Snow as to what happened and why she allowed it to happen.

“Don’t worry, [Name]. Bigby’s a tough bastard, he’s been through worse.” Colin said, plopping beside her as they watched Dr Swineheart work. Snow had taken to hovering around them then sitting down for a few minutes, and then repeating it all again. Chocking back a shaky breath, [Name] tried to steel herself, tried to make herself believe Colin’s words. A soft groan was heard, making everyone perk up to see Bigby lifting his head, looking around in a daze before turning his head to spit out blood.

“Bigby.” [Name] couldn’t stop herself from moving over quickly and resting her hand on his cheek. A wave of relief hit her hard to see him awake, alive. His eyes focused on her and he smiled weakly.

“Hey, love.” He coughed a little, little flecks of blood on his lips but [Name] didn’t care as she pressed a soft, loving kiss on his lips.

“Excuse me, Miss [Surname], but I’m still working.” [Name] looked at Dr Swineheart before apologising and stepping aside to give him more room to work with, though she hovered close to Bigby. “He’s lucky to be alive. If he takes one more silver round close to his heart, the only place we’ll be meeting again is the morgue.” A cold shard of ice pierced her heart at that, and her mind working hard not to picture Bigby in that situation.

“It’s been... a confusing set of days. Even for us.” Snow commented, but [Name] couldn’t be bothered to listen to her. Her attention focused only on Bigby as she gently held his hand, he responded by giving her a weak squeeze with what strength he could muster. His arm bandaged up after being reset and Dr Swineheart finished up once removing the final piece of bullet, bandaging the rest of the injuries up.

“Miss [Surname], please ensure that the Sheriff gets some rest. His body will eventually give out if this continues. There are limits to what even I can do.” She nodded at that, standing up for a moment to see him out, thanking him profusely for his work. Snow had followed not long after, agreeing to let Bigby get some rest for the night. The second they left, [Name] locked the door and removed the phone from its base, preventing any phone calls from reaching them.

Another soft groan was made as Bigby forced himself to his feet and shuffled into the kitchen to get himself a drink. His body stiff and aching with every little movement. Just as he shut the fridge, he felt a warmth press against his back and two arms come around his front, her touch gentle in worry that she might hurt him further.

“I’m alright, [Name]. I’m not made of glass.” He smiled, taking a sip of alcohol and humming softly against the warmth. Her touch seemed to chase away any pain before, but these wounds weren’t so merciful. Still, he enjoyed the touch regardless.

“You scared me.” He just caught her voice by how low it was, the fear and worry that stitched into her words, the concern. “You.... we almost lost you.” Her hold tightened ever so slightly and he could feel her body shaking lightly.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bigby shifted around, setting the bottle aside and took her into his arms, ignoring the sharp shooting pains. “I’m not leaving you that easily, [Name]. I promise.” That was the last thing Bigby wanted. He didn’t want to see her distraught like this, he wanted to be there for her. In the Hellhole that was his life, [Name] was the one ray of light that kept him from drowning in it.

She nodded, resting her head against his chest. "Thank you, Bigby." They remained like that for a moment, the world around them no longer of any concern, all that mattered was each other. In each other's arms, feeling the warmth of their bodies, even all the little textures of their skin. The slightly rough bandages that covered most of Bigby's chest and shoulder, as well as the bits of chest hair, but it didn't bother her at all. She could hear the faint rhythm of his heart beating beneath his chest, a sound that gave her such relief and comfort, a soothing sound.

"Hey, you know I'm still here, right?" The tender moment was shattered by Colin's announcement. An annoyed sigh slipped Bigby's lips but he looked over at the pig.

"Colin. Do you mind?"

"Not really but I'd like a drink, and you're both in front of the fridge. And I don't have hands." [Name] chuckled softly, pulling away from Bigby before turning and getting Colin a drink, setting it down for him as he thanked her. Bigby took the moment to watch them. Watch her, mainly.

Where would he be without her? The one that brought such light to his life, such warmth and a sense of belonging. If it meant protecting her, he would take any bullet for her. But [Name] didn't want that, he knew, she wanted him to live.

Maybe being a bit more careful wouldn't be a bad idea.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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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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riddle-me-ri · 5 months

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a/n: *gasp* a fanfic in 2024?? and it's not batman rogues?? Well..atleast it's...somewhat kinda sorta was DC comics?? I really wanna make this blog more..multi-verse based. So here's my shot at a "The Wolf Among Us" one-shot with Bigby Wolf and a female reader. This was a combination of re-reading the comics and watching way too many Tex Avery cartoons rip and despite all the other stuff I wanna work on I just had to get this story written and out there lmao who doesn't love the typical club singer openly flirting with the main character?? It's a classic right?

Content Warning: slightly suggestive heavy touching and flirting, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.1 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Zeroing In

You push back the curtain just enough to see a tiny slit into the crowd beyond the stage.

You tried to focus your vision to pierce through the smoky haze that filtered the room and the figures in the audience.

You kept your eyes peeled for a certain gentleman in particular…

You've been trying to get Bigby Wolf to come to your shows for a while, but he declined. Always too busy or preoccupied somehow but he always mentioned “maybe some other time.”

You only managed to reel him in tonight because you mentioned how a possible suspect of his often frequented the club you performed at.

Knowing his persistence for answers, he couldn't deny the invitation…

And maybe…just maybe you could entice him to keep coming back for you.

You inhaled softly when you finally managed to make out his rich brown slicked back locks and warm brown eyes.

Some muffled giggles left your lips as you saw him look around with a look of indifference but also on alert for who could possibly be the suspect you informed him about.

“All right, you almost ready, girlie? You gotta full house tonight, looks like even the sheriff swung by…dunno what the hell he wants but I’ma need you to put the customers at ease…lighten them up the best way you know how ‘k gorgeous?”

“Yes ma'am!” You replied over your shoulder.

“Who are ya lookin’ out for anyway?” Your boss, Carol asked, her head tilted in a curious angle.

You giggled fondly to yourself as you stole one last glance at Bigby before you had to put on a straight sultry face.

“A lady has her secrets…” You teased as you backed away from behind the curtain and straightened out your dress.

Carol shook her head with a smile. “Eh, sure keep your secrets, girlie.”

You winked at your boss before taking your position in front of the curtain.

As the curtain slowly pulled back, you began your sexy saunter across the stage in time to the smooth jazz number that started playing.

Cheers, whistles, and soft applauds welcomed you as patrons took delight in the bits of skin your dress revealed as you began singing your seductive tune.

You tried not to immediately lock eyes with Bigby, even as tiny shocks of excitement coursed through you from feeling his eyes on you.

Mid-way into your song, you began to slowly make your way down the stage and into the audience.

You began teasing some of the audience members as you strutted around the floor. You'd let your hand glide across one man's shoulders, another you'd pat his cheek.

You couldn't help but notice Bigby shifting in his seat out of the corner of your eye.

You giggled inwardly, you weren't about to leave him out.

As you slowly approached the sheriff, you couldn't deny the stretch at the corners of your lips, slightly breaking your seductive aura to show genuine delight.

You quickly recompose yourself however, as you began softly singing the bridge of the song.

As the band played an instrumental portion, you wrapped your arm around Bigby's neck while your other arm brought your hand to cup the side of his face.

His eyebrows raised slightly as his eyes try not to look into yours.

You could feel him gasp under his breath as you graciously and freely sat side-saddle in his lap. Your proud smirk didn’t fade as he glanced at you with a surprised, hesitant expression.

You wished he would naturally react to the mood and wrap his arms around you, but he seems to have his hands deadlocked to the arms of his chair.

You almost jump out of your skin when he harshly whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanned your exposed shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“My job…like you.” You whispered softly back.

Bigby huffed, before grumbling, “Where is he?”

You comb back a bit of his hair as you slide off his lap. “I’ll show you…”

In an attempt to not be super obvious, you engage with other patrons before getting to the suspect.

When you finally got to the suspect, you teasingly caressed the underside of his chin with your index finger, before you made sure to make eye contact with Bigby.

He nodded as he looked down at the man who had such a lovestruck look on his face he didn’t even notice the sheriff taking inventory of him.

You head back to center stage and finish your performance with a glamorous flourish before the curtain falls as the club is filled with rampant applause and whistles.

You exhaled as if you had been holding your breath underwater throughout the whole performance.

You’ve been singing for as long as you can remember. You’ve performed for plenty of audiences all over…and somehow this performance seemed the most nerve-wracking and the longest one to you.

“So…the sheriff, huh?” Carol inquired with a smirk. “Can’t say I saw that one coming.” She handed you a cup of water.

“Oh, shush,” you take the cup from her hand. “...a girl can dream, right?”

“Hey, for Fables, the lives we live and where we come from…dreams are just the beginning.”

You offer a small half smile before making your way back to your dressing room.

Suddenly all the confidence you had going into the night started dissipating as you realized that perhaps, you should let go of this infatuation you have. He didn’t seem all to pleased or eager by your stunt…or maybe you just genuinely caught the sheriff off-guard…

You two get along fine. You’re able to converse with him casually, you were one of the few Fables outside of the Woodlands that weren’t either sour with him or scared of him. One of the few that you felt were genuinely in his corner.

At least…you hoped he felt that way, at the very least. He may not hold any romantic feelings for you, and you could live with that, but you wanted him to at least know he had someone who believed in him.

You began wiping off your make-up in your mirror when you noticed through the reflection of your room that something was slipped under your door.

When you turned around you half-expected nothing to be there and your eyes were playing tricks, but surely enough there was a tiny folded up piece of paper there.

As you tightened the belt around your robe, you walked over to pick up the note.

You unraveled the note to see some hastily drawn handwriting that you can barely make out.

Hey-

Thanks for the tip, I was able to get the guy and hopefully he’ll spill his guts soon enough.

Also, I enjoyed your performance tonight, despite the heart attack you gave me.

May come back to see you one of these nights.

Stay safe and see you around.

-Bigby

A tiny flutter filled your chest as a small slowly grows across your face. You cling the tiny note to your chest and let out a tiny excited squeal.

You couldn’t wait to head home and get some sleep to dream of what’s to come.

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lil-ms-darkness · 10 months

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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.

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theanimekid · 2 years

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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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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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