☆ Gnashing Teeth Don't Cradle Well — Bigby Wolf x Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's constantly afraid of hurting you. Even with the control he has over the forms he takes, he has many nightmares thinking about how his calloused hands could turn to claws at any moment
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Stands directly by your side whenever you're out together, he gives the most aggressive glare to anyone who comes too close, Mundie or not, he doesn't trust any of them
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Huddles very close to you in winter. Now that he can't grow a winter coat anymore, you have to basically swaddle him when he's home to get him to stop shivering
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Feels a little bit of pride whenever you're wearing something of his. It's usually a lot larger than you due to his greater stature, and he finds a posessive sense of comfort seeing you so undoubtedly represent yourself as his
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Nuzzles you a lot when you two are alone, usually just rubbing his cheek around your head, neck, and shoulders. While at first it seemed like a simple cute habit, it served a secondary purpose as scent marking you to other Fables so they could immediately know who you're with
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He starts thinking about marriage when you look at the different stages of his transformation and don't wilt away in fear. Unlike others, you see past the fur and claws, directly reaching the heart beneath
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Depending on how comfortable you are with the idea of kids, his natural instinct is to have as many pups as possible. Though he's also keen on adopting, as long as you end up with a big family together he's happy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Loves sleeping curled around you, he almost always takes the big spoon position so he can wrap his arms around your midsection. He loves feeling like he's protecting you in such a vulnerable moment
Hey guys, The Wolf Among Us is getting a remaster and the second game is coming out next year! I absolutely love the game and I love Bigby so here are some Bigby headcannons I made.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, just one mention of sex and other things that can be interpreted in a sexual way.
Word Count: 1.1k
Bigby Headcannons:
Before dating:
When you’re around Bigby tries not to be as aggressive as he tends to get with others. He doesn’t want to scare you off so when he starts getting heated he’ll quickly stop himself.
Bigby would try and help you in subtle ways to be around you. You have to carry something heavy? He already took it off your arms and is carrying it for you.
If you don’t like the smell of cigarettes or just smoking in general he tries not to do it when you’re around and now he keeps a small bottle of cologne on him so he can spray it on him to hide the smell a bit.
If you don’t mind the smell and ask him for one yourself, he will always take two out just in case you ask for one.
If he’s walking you home, he’ll leave quickly after you go inside to not overstay his welcome but you usually tell him to come in before he can run off.
He tries not to be too close to you in case you find it intimidating so you’re usually the one who initiates being close to him if you’re someone who’s affectionate towards people you like.
After months of being in this stage of both of you clearly being into one another but not saying anything about it, he’ll finally get the courage to ask you out. He would try to make it as casual as possible so instead of asking you if you’d want to go on a date, he would ask you if you’d wanted to get dinner together. When you say yes he’s relieved but he doesn’t show it on his face.
He will be giving you a small bouquet of flowers and he will be a bit more dressed up than usual to impress you even if it feels a bit uncomfortable to have his collar buttoned to the top. You obviously notice it and unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt before grabbing the flowers which make him feel super flustered leaning on the door frame with his head turned and his hand over his mouth.
The two of you obviously have a good time at dinner and when he brings you back home he doesn’t ask to do it again because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you but you ask if he would like to go on another date with you instead which surprises him making him smile softly and agree to go on another date. Finally putting a label to your odd dynamic for the past few months as dating.
Before he heads out you give him a kiss on the cheek knowing he will NOT be making the first move for physical intimacy…he’s obviously taken aback by this literally hit after hit of being surprised his head is spinning at this point. But eventually he snaps out of it and gently takes your hand to give the back of it a kiss in return before saying goodbye.
Dating:
When he slowly gets used to the fact that the two of you are going out he’s much more relaxed around you.
Bigby is a BIG hugger! Absolutely loves hugging you from behind when you two are alone in one of your guys' places.
In public Bigby mostly just holds your hand and sometimes gives you a few kisses. Since he’s the sheriff he wants to keep his “big bad wolf” image up plus some people might come after you and use you as leverage against him so he tones down the affection.
When Bigby hugs you from behind he likes moving your hair to the side and placing a kiss on the back of your neck while his hand gently holds your face. It’s very sweet!
Sometimes he bites…he tries not to but sometimes he just can’t help it…so if he bites too hard he’ll apologize immediately and he will feel super bad about it for the rest of the day. The only way to snap him out of it is by showering him with affection and love or telling him to stop pouting about it before you leave his place.
Kisses with Bigby tend to be intimate but not usually sexual. He doesn’t initiate it as often as you do but every time he does, he expresses his overwhelming love for you each time.
When Bigby kisses you his hands are usually on the back of your head or neck with his other hand gently cupping your cheek.
Bigby absolutely loves when you fall asleep leaning on his chest!
Sometimes at night as he sleeps he turns into 2nd wolf form especially if he’s having a nightmare so if you two fell asleep spooning, he hugs you very tightly but not enough to hurt you. It usually just wakes you up. So you take that opportunity to touch his hair cause it’s very soft and turn around to lay your head on his chest.
Bigby sometimes acts like he can’t do his own tie so you can do it for him. He’s also very obvious about it so you tease him for it.
If you guys are on the couch together he will always move your legs to be over his lap so he can touch your thighs (not always in a sexual way…).
If Bigby’s kissing at your neck and leaves hickeys he likes licking over them to tease you.
Bigby’s overall very gentle with you especially if you two are having sex because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way.
He likes carrying you around if you two are home! Especially if you’re super tired after work.
Bigby won’t say it but he likes when you scratch at his head or his chin but he absolutely loves when you ruffle his hair.
Bigby becomes a big flirt when you two get together and you’ll never get used to it, always getting flustered over it which makes him tease you even more.
Since Bigby doesn’t initiate kisses as much, he instead is just very grabby, in private of course. He’ll grab at your hips when you’re in front of him when you guys are sitting down or in the car he’s grabbing at your thighs or your hands, and of course sometimes he’ll grab at your ass or your chest but he does that less often and he does it to appreciate all of your body not always with sexual intentions.
Bigby’s also big on bathing together when you get to that point of being extremely comfortable with one another. He loves helping you wash your hair and loves when you do the same to him. When he finishes washing your hair he will leave a kiss on your forehead, your cheeks, and then on your lips very gently.
If you tease Bigby too much in public, he’ll find an alleyway to hide away with you backed against the wall, completely covering you from anyone’s sight and then give you lots of kisses but he won’t do more than that!
I hope you guys enjoyed the hcs and let me know if you'd like more!
🌙He really likes how cold you are compared to him, and he especially likes that you always have to touch him in some certain way just so you can sap that warmth from him. What's not fun is you coming up behind him and putting your cold ass hands on his back when he's not expecting it.
🌙 He likes how dark your apartment has to be. No windows, lights dim, it's nice and cozy to Bigby and his crappy apartment with neon lights burning holes in his eyes. It's very easy for Bigby to crash on your couch much to your roommates displeasure.
🌙Speaking of your roommates, they are not fans of Bigby. They really turn the vampire vs werewolf drama to a 10 at times, often complaining to you that it smells like wet dog in the apartment when he leaves but neither of you give a shit. It's pretty funny watching Bigby and your roommates get into arguments.
🌙 He will very much offer his wrist or neck for you to feed from. He knows what vampires can be like when they don't feed for awhile, and he knows how sickly you can get especially. If you keep denying him for too long, he won't hesitate to sit you down and pin you until you feed. Bigby is a believer in hard love.
🌙He actually really likes it when you drink from his neck or shoulder. He doesn't know if it's just a vampiric trick you've picked up or if all of you are like this, but when you sink your fangs into him, he loves the euphoric feeling that washes over him. It will have him groaning and gripping onto you the whole time.
🌙On the topic of your fangs, Bigby likes looking at them. You're like him when it comes to not needing an actual glamour, so when your fangs come out Bigby likes to look at them. There are times when he's a little wolfy and you both try to compare each others fangs and see who has the bigger set of chompers.
🌙There's been plenty of times where you find Bigby all bloodied and bruised from getting in a fight and he knows you're fighting the urge to lick the blood off of him, but he honestly doesn't mind. You try to be sneaky with it, though; Kissing the wound, wiping your thumb over a cut and then licking it when you think Bigby isn't paying attention.
🌙He thinks your vampiric form is a wonder to behold. You're not one of the "normal" vampires, but one of older legends. He likes how soft the patches of fur on your body are and how your wings fold with your arms. It's a shame you can't go flying around New York City, though. He knows you get cooped up inside.
🌙He will definitely try to take you up to The Farm or some very secluded patch of woods for you to go about it, though, much to the poor Fable residents displeasure of seeing Bigby and a giant bat monster fucking around.
🌙Bigby loves it when you both can turn and run around in the woods without worrying about other people and Fables. It's not like anyone would believe the poor soul you both traumatize. A werewolf and a big vampiric creature playing around in the woods together?
🌙A lot of your dates happen well past the daytime. Bigby honestly prefers it. Less people out and about, the sun isn't beating down on him, the air feels a little cleaner from less cars running. On top of it, you don't have to wear clothes like a mourning Victorian and go out with your large umbrella like you would if you walked around in the day.
🌙You both really enjoy watching those shitty vampire vs werewolf movies and shows, both of you lounging on a couch and criticizing the media playfully, both of you getting "offended" by how Mundies protray both of your kind.
🌙There was a time that Bigby enetred your apartment when you were asleep in your casket. He debated how comfortable something like that actually was, and he found it to be surprisingly comfy when you offered it up the next time he was around. It made you spring from a double-wide, because there was no way both of you would fit in it together.
🌙Blood donations in Fabletown are sporatic, so when Bigby knows of donations happening soon, he always manages to snag a few bags and will sneak it over to your apartment for you and your roommates to share. It's maybe the one time your roommates tolerate him.
🌙On days where you have to leave the safety of the Woodlands, you have to wear a lot of long layering clothes even if it's well over 100 degrees outside. Sunhat, mask, big sunglasses, gloves and an even bigger umbrella are included with the getup. Bigby doesn't care though, he'll even fish out a coat he stored in the spring and toss it on your shoulders for added protection.
🌙You really don't have much a scent naturally. He always found that odd with vampires, but he really loves it now. It's a break from all of the horrible and overwhelming smells he has to deal with on the job. You often smell like old lace and dried flowers that lost their scent awhile ago, but to him, you smell like heaven.
🌙He's not a fan of the target you have basically painted on your back. It didn't really click in his head until he unearth a large underground drug ring involving all sorts of Fables did he realize that you could be in trouble at all times now because of him. He worries day and night about you, but he knows you aren't a pushover.
🌙You both have a pretty similar past; Both of you neglected by the Homelands, turned into monsters, ...ate a lot of people- But you both have come so far from your pasts. Bigby is honestly really proud of you, even if you don't realize it.
🌙He respects that you really only ever feed when you really need to. He knows what happens to vampires that overly feed, and he knows that you never wanna become what you once were.
🌙He saved up for awhile and surprised you on your anniversary with a gift from the 13th floor; An enchanted amulet that lessens the effects of the sun for you so you don't have to to wear so much protection when going out.
ft. collin being a thirdwheel. cuddling, no mention of readers gender, bigby rests his head on y/ns chest bc idk its intimate 4 everyne
its been a rough day for bigby, like all days are, its like he just goes out, gets into fights and then comes back home after being thrown around. which, to say the least, doesnt bring home the most excited guy you've seen but whatever.
he unlocks the front door to is apartment to see you lying on your side, staring out the window for god knows how long. he decides not to dwell too much on that and enters the kitchen, finding collin taking out a bear bottle and passing right by him.
after washing his hands & face, bigby climbs into your twin sized bed, no doubt exhausted— and lays facing next to you. its one of the few times he decides to be the little spoon and you— not wanting to discourage him— open your arms and just like that you find him closing the distance, wrapping his arms around your midsection with his face in your chest.
every now and then you can hear him inhaling your scent, which is probably why he got so close— he's probably been doing this ever since you two started dating, says its so he can "ground himself," whatever that means.
whether its for grounding or not, you don't complain— its nice to have him in your arms every now and then, especially because he's always out saving the day so its not like you see him often, infact; youre starting to think snow & toad see him more than you do! which is.. expected, but still, your point stands.
despite how peaceful this moment is and how happy you are spending time wih your beloved pup, you do wish that he'd at least take a shower or something before climbing into bed— guy smells like blood, sweat and those crappy brand he always buys, huff n puffs.
suddenly, you notice that the sniffing stopped, alongside his breathing evening out.
. . . he fell asleep. who woulda thought, the big bad wolf was sleeping in the embrace of his lover, with his kinda history you would've thought he's getting soft— which he is, he is so getting softer as the days go by.
your thoughts randomly get interrupted when collin decides to open his pig mouth, "got room for a third?" he asks, more teasing and annoying rather than genuine.
"fuck off collin, you always gotta ruin the mood," you respond, you dont really mean it, collin grew on you surprisingly fast ever since you stared coming over to bigbys small apartment. he's a fun guy— or pig— but he tends to ruin the mood and thirdwheel a lot.
"theres probably room at the bottom of the bed, but i dont get why youre deciding to sleep here, especially when bigbys chairs right there." you continue, pointing towards your partners big chair.
"you want me to sit in the cuck chair." he says, deadpan.
"i mean, if thats how you see it.."
collin takes the small leg room at the bottom of the bed anyways. you knew itd happen, what kind of person would choose a chair over a bed?
"night [name]"
"goodnight collin" you look at the plain wall infront of you, absent-mindedly messing with bigbys hair and think about how you'll tease bigby tomorrow and also hoe you'll convince him to stay in bed, too.
you slowly drift into sleep, your plans will have to wait till tomorrow
no content had me forcing my hand. hope this is good bc i havnet written in so long bru. crds to @/pixopix 4 dividers
this is ginna flop bc the fandoms dead but wtv. i just got into the fandom and hes the onlt thing getting me to write tbh
╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: Going undercover at a strip club has its benefits, especially if Bigby is in the audience
╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, dry humping, blow job, plot w/ porn, a bit of cock worship, red riding hood!reader, one (1) instance of dirty talk, teasing
✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧
“How will I know it’s you?” he asked as you stood outside the club, watching as patrons entered.
The bright neon pink sign buzzed above the two of you, and your high heels scraped against the pavement as you shifted on your feet.
You tilt your head to look at him, “You’ll know.”
He raised a brow, wondering what exactly you had up your sleeve tonight. “Just try not to make a scene,” he grunted, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.
You scoffed, “That’s rich coming from you. I’ll see you on the inside.”
He watched as you entered the club, duffle bag in hand. The plan was simple: get in, grab the right person’s attention, get some dirt on said person, and hightail it out of there.
Simple.
Bigby took his place at the bar and waited for you to make your appearance. He watched as the man you were after, a sleazebag named Harvey, sat at one of the private tables, far away from the bustle of the crowd but with a perfect view of the stage. His dark eyes surveyed the dance floor and he pulled a cigar out of his suit jacket. Various girls came onto the stage, dancing to one song or the next. Bigby watched as Harvey motioned with his hand and some of the better, prettier dancers were led to his table.
A low murmur of interest rippled throughout the crowd as the lights dimmed further, casting the stage in an almost otherworldly glow. The DJ announced something about a “special guest,” and Bigby felt his eyes drawn to the stage, his curiosity piqued by the sudden change of atmosphere.
A slow, sultry song filtered through the speakers as a spotlight illuminated the curtains as they parted. The audience let out an eager murmur as the dancer stepped onto the stage, their heels clicking against the floor. The dancer was draped in a rich, velvety crimson cloak that cascaded over their form like a river of blood. It caught the light in waves, almost liquid in the way it moved with each graceful step. The edges were lines with subtle, intricate embroidery that Bigby hadn't seen in what felt like eons. He could almost feel the stitching under his fingertips and the velvet slipping through his grasp.
He inhaled, and his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d know that scent anywhere.
You pulled back your hood, revealing the lacy mask on your face, and his suspicions were confirmed. You walked with confidence, every movement controlled and calculated. There’s an edge to your posture as you near the edge of the stage— something playful, almost dangerous. You glanced his way — just a flash of your gaze but he caught it.
You turn your back to the crowd and reach up, slowly undoing the ties on your cape. Whistles and cheers erupted from the crowd as your cape fell from your shoulders, revealing a fitted corset and short skirt, deep red against your skin.
Heat climbed into his chest and nestled between his ribs as you dragged your hand up the pole at the end of the stage. His eyes were fixed on you, watching every flick of your wrist and twirl of your form around the pole. A rumble of jealousy, hot and primal, crawled up his spine at the way the other patrons stared at you.
A low growl built in his chest as you crawled near the edge of the stage and leaned down, your face close enough for your breath to brush against the patron in front of you. The patron’s eyes wandered everywhere but your face as he shoved a few dollars into the top of your corset. He swallowed hard, gripping the glass in his hand so hard he was surprised it didn’t shatter in his hand.
You finished your dance with a graceful spin, a final teasing flash of red before you turned to exit the stage. Bigby watched as Harvey nodded his head to one of the bouncers, who then disappeared backstage to find you.
You walked the floor with grace, and the crowd seemed to move as one as you cut your way through, following the bouncer to Harvey’s table. You held out your knuckles for him to kiss, and he did, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary.
You played your part to perfection, a coy smile gracing your features as you leaned in to whisper something against Harvey’s ear earning a chuckle from him. He looked too pleased with himself, oblivious to the way you were toying with him. You reached out, resting your hand gently on his arm, and he could tell by the tilt of your head and the innocent look in your eyes that you were digging for information.
Harvey’s fingers trailed down your arm and rested on your thigh as he hooked a finger into the frilly garter around your thigh. Bigby pushed off of the bar, ready to intervene, but the nearly imperceptible shake of your head stopped him in his tracks. He shifted on his feet, breathing through his nose as he attempted to quell the rage that threatened to spill over. He settled for perching on one of the chairs near Harvey’s table, close enough to keep an eye on you but not too close that it’s suspicious.
Finally, you rose from the table, slipping out of Harvey’s grasp, not quite fast enough to avoid Harvey smacking your ass as you walked away. Bigby’s nails dug into the armrest of the chair, his nails poking holes in the smooth leather. You circled the room, your hips swaying to the beat of the music as you made your way to Bigby's chair.
Your fingers trailed across his shoulders as you rounded his chair. You leaned down, meeting his gaze for the first time that night.
“Wolf,” you whispered, grinning, “care to go somewhere a bit more private?”
Bigby was acutely aware of the eyes lingering on the two of you, various patrons sneering at your choice. He nodded, and you took his hand in yours before leading him to a back hallway with various rooms with a chair and a heavy velvet curtain in front of them.
You nudged him towards a chair before shutting the curtain behind you. You slid into his lap as the music changed to a slow, sultry beat. You looped your arms around his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Your scent was distracting enough, combined with your touch against his skin was a death sentence.
“Could’ve warned me about the outfit,” he grunted, attempting to hide the strain in his voice. He could feel the warmth of your breath against his neck as you leaned close, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. His resolve was crumbling with each second, and his cock twitched in his pants.
“Didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” you replied, your voice soft.
His hands settled on your waist, holding you steady as you swayed to the beat, keeping up the appearance of a private dance should anyone walk in on you.
He leaned his head back to look up at you, “You sure he bought it?”
You smirked, “Hook, line, and sinker. Pretty sure he even offered me a job.”
Bigby snorted, a reluctant smile forming on his lips. “You’d hate the hours.”
You laughed, your eyes meeting his. For a moment, the job was long forgotten and all he cared about was his half-naked partner on his lap. It was just the two of you, locked in a silent battle of wills.
Your fingers skimmed up to his collar, toying with it for a moment before you leaned down, your lips brushing his in a tentative kiss. That was all it took for any ounce of control he had to slip out of his grasp faster than he could contain it.
He ran a hand over the bare skin of your thigh before moving to cup the curve of your ass. You grind your hips against him, the tent in his pants brushing against your clothed core earning a groan from both of you.
Your hands wandered over his chest as your hips continued to roll over his, ensnaring his rigid cock between the plush of your thighs. He pulled away to lean his head back against the cool leather of the seat, his eyes fluttering shut as you attached your lips to the column of his neck.
He groaned as you latched your lips onto his pulse point, your tongue running over the skin there. You reached down to fumble the buttons of his shirt, and each roll of your hips equaled another one of his buttons undone. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer and inhaling your scent.
You dragged your fingers over the flushed skin of his chest as you leaned back, taking in the sight before you. Bigby didn’t doubt that he looked like something to behold, hair messy and shirt half undone with blossoming hickies littering his neck.
His chest heaved as he looked up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You’d be the death of him, but he’d die a happy man.
You slid off of his lap, and the loss of your skin against his nearly brought a tear to his eye. One of your hands trailed down his chest and rested on his belt buckle. His hips jutted into the open air as you gave his buckle a slight tug before sinking to your knees in front of him.
“What are you—”
He was cut off by your hands raking up his thighs. You dragged your fingertips over the straining tent in his pants, and he flushed at the wet spot that had begun to form. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid his belt buckle, and he tucked his bottom lip into his teeth, stifling a strangled groan.
He was still as you popped the button on his pants, watching you with rapt attention. You tugged down his zipper and your fingers dipped under the waistband of his briefs. He hissed you freed his cock from its confines, and it bounced painfully hard against his abdomen. The cool air of the club did little to quell the heat simmering under his skin.
You were otherworldly as you finally touched him, sultry and completely in control. He could’ve come from your gaze alone. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and he instinctively bucked his hips. His cheeks flushed as you looked up at him with a devilish grin.
You ran a thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the precum that had dripped out. He let out a shaky whine as he white-knuckled the arms of the chair. You stroked him faster, squeezing lightly and adding a twist of your wrist that had him arching against the chair.
He couldn’t fight the drawn-out groan that left him as you peppered featherlight kisses against his length before fully taking him in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock and he nearly came there and then.
“Ah— fuck, doll,” he whimpered, meeting your gaze.
You let out a satisfied noise as you bobbed your head a few times, steadily taking more and more of him while your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach. Bigby let out a strangled growl as his lengthened nails dug into the chair and even more hair littered his chest.
He attempted to reign in any sliver of control he could manage, but your lips against his cock was making it increasingly harder and harder to concentrate on anything else. You hollowed your cheeks around him, taking him deeper than before.
He rutted his hips against your mouth, meeting each bob of your head. He was hilted deeply inside you when he came, forcing his seed down your waiting throat. You greedily slurped everything he’d give to you, but, still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth.
You pulled off of his cock with a ‘pop,’ and you were left with tear-stained cheeks and traces of Bigby glistening over your mouth. He leaned down and trapped your lips in his. The ferocity of it nearly sent you tumbling over but his hand cradled the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place.
He was never good with words, and he hoped his actions spoke louder than anything that could leave his lips. His raised canines dug into your lips, and you moaned against him.
“Y’know,” you murmur, pulling away with a grin, “you’re technically not supposed to touch the dancers.”
I'm getting back into TWAU and damn have I missed my husband 😔
As much as I love me a good smut fic that's literally all I can find under this guy's name and he deserves some comfort in his life so let's get to it!
Little side notes: English is not my first language and I write for a whole bunch of things so feel free to request other headcanons / oneshots / whatever. Also reader is kept as neutral as possible
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Word count: 471
Cuddling headcanons!
This man is a walking talking heater. He may not be all that tall (he's AVG height and we love that for him) but he's got the muscles to make up for. He does however prefer cuddling in his hybrid or his full wolf form so you best believe he just plops down on top of reader like a blanket and does not get off. The same way big dogs do it if you get it?
I feel like he's really touch starved and obviously he's quite weary of a lot of people so it takes a while for him to actually warm up to the concept of cuddling up to someone. But once he's warmed up to it, he acts like he needs it to survive. On a break from paperwork? He's cuddling reader. At night? He's cuddling reader. Literally having any free time and being in a relatively secluded space? He's cuddling reader.
PDA
He hates it. Look as much as I'd like to say he'd be openly affectionate and possessive and whatnot he himself states that it's better to be feared. So I think he'd probably hate the concept of PDA. Partially because he doesn't want people to view him as soft (at least not entirely, yes he wants them to view him as a good person but he doesn't want people to think he's a sap). And also partially because he doesn't want to indirectly put reader in danger by letting people know they matter to him. He knows he's quite hated by a lot of fables, lots of which are quite cruel, and he doesn't want reader to suffer because of that.
Kisses
As much as I'd like to believe he'd be needy and possessive and whatnot with his kisses this man needs some tenderness in his life. I'm not saying he doesn't have his moments of wanting a steamy make out session but I feel like the regular would be soft pecks and forehead kisses. He likes being treated tenderly and he want to be able to provide that tenderness in return so you best believe that every time he gets home late into the night he greets reader with a long hug and a kiss on the forehead.
Moving in together
Getting him to move in with them almost made reader rip their hair out. He's very stubborn and he doesn't want to believe that he deserves anything but the bare minimum. So even after they had moved in together he would insist on sleeping on the couch or the floor. Eventually after reader insisted that if he doesn't sleep in bed with them they won't sleep in bed either he reluctantly accepted, slowly beginning to warm up to the idea of enjoying 'luxuries' that he hadn't allowed himself to have before.
tysm for letting me use it!! sorry i changed the character i hope thats okay glup..o and this is nsfw toward the end btw
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It's already frustrating enough to have to deal with him coming home late every day because of "the duties of the Sheriff", so it is just completely unacceptable for him to go M.I.A. on the day of your date. Especially of one that was meticulously planned and set in place months ago. But no big deal, right? It's only your two-year anniversary? Nothing memorable, nothing important.
What more does a girl need from her boyfriend other than memories of his tardiness?
Once you get home from the restaurant you were stood up at, you kick off your heels and slump down in your chair, not bothering to remove the elegant dress you had put on hours ago.
Sometime later, when the doorknob twisted, so did your face. Bigby has walked in and gone from the doorway, to the kitchen, to in front of the chair you're sitting in, muttering something negative about how his day was. Not once did your scowl fade.
Your boyfriend huffs as he crouches down in front of the TV you're watching, trying to get a conversation out of you. It's either your refusal to look at him or your refusal to answer him, but something convinces him that he has fucked up.
What made you more pissed is that he doesn't know what he did wrong. God, how insufferable he can be sometimes. You sigh and point to the calendar hanging on the wall beside you. He immediately sees the large red heart you drew on today's date and turns back to you, finally looking regretful. Took him long enough.
Your boyfriend, who still hasn't apologized by the way, opts to make this up to you without words. Or at least, not too many of them.
You wouldn't let him have that.
He plants two hard kisses onto your cheek and carries you to what makes the fourth bed you two have owned. It hasn't been replaced this many times because you moved around a lot, but because they keep breaking. Wonder how.
It isn't that you wanted to argue, it's that you're owed an apology at the very least. You push back against Bigby as he gently tries to get you to turn onto your stomach. Finally, you speak, "You do realize what an asshole you are, right? How rude that was?"
While climbing on top of you, his brief reply comes. "I was caught up in work." He kisses his way down your neck.
"You didn't remember our date! It is our anniversary, Bigby! You don't even care about it. O-or me." You stutter as he enters you. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him closer.
He hums, "Of course I remembered. I could never forget about you."
"Yeah, I rea-really felt remembered when I was dining alone, you dick." You manage to speak between his slow thrusts.
He sighs in realization that this isn't ending anytime soon, but doesn't stop his movements. Actually, he speeds up.
"I seriously couldn't get away. I tried-"
"You tried everything but walking out the damn door." You bicker even as you tighten your grip on him and start rutting back.
Bigby takes a few long, deep breaths, and his hips follow suit. But eventually, he stops his motions and raises his head from where it's been buried in your neck to look at you. Face to face. Inches away. Your gaze is met with puppy dog eyes, God dammit.
"I'm sorry, really. It won't happen again. I won't miss any dates in the future. Just forgive me, okay?"
an : SOMEONE REQUESTED I SHOULD MAKE A FLUFF OR A SMUT FIC OF BIGBY BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT !!! also hiii, i am so sorry if I haven't been posting for so long, i had a writers block and basically lost motivation to do anything. i sincerely apologise😭 sorry if this is inaccurate bigby, i haven't played twau in a while and my memory sucks. also sorry if this isnt smut, i kinda wanted to do fluff... (theres an unfinished bigby smut in my notes) ANOTHER APOLOGY!! sorry if this sucks because i just wrote this and it's currently 4am..
you've noticed bigby has been itching his chin alot, he was probably getting uncomfortable on how long his messy stubble is. bigby has been incredibly busy these past few weeks so his hygiene was... a mess. so you took it upon yourself and decided to help him.
bigby comes home exhausted, immediately sitting on the couch to relax... he didn't even realise you were sitting next to him. "oh fuck—" he flinches slightly. "I didn't see you there, bub.."
a frown forms on your face. "bigby... you stink."
he raises a brow. "i am?" he sniffs himself.. good god that stench. "fuck—"
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you forced bigby to take a bath, helping him wash his hair and his back, using your cherry blossom shampoo on him and your lovely soap so for once he'd smell nice. after that, you let bigby dry himself with a towel as you look for the razor.
"you're not going to shave all my stubble off, are you?" bigby chuckles, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still soaking wet.
"oh, i will if you don't dry your hair and then get your ass on this chair." you threaten him.
he grumbles, drying his hair with a towel and sitting down on the chair infront of you. grabbing the cheap electric razor on the sink, turning it on. you gently hold bigby's chin, turning his head on an angle so you can start trimming his stubble. as you trim him, he looks at your face, admiring you.
your cheeks flushes as you feel his gaze. "don't stare..." you whisper, making him grin.
"and why shouldn't i?"
"it's distracting.."
finally, you were done. he checks himself on the mirror, satisfied at the results. "nice one, doll."
you smiled softly, putting the chair and the razor away. "thanks, bigby. I've also washed some of your clothes, they're probably dry by now so you can wear 'em."
he placed a hand at the back of your head, slowly pulling you closer to place a kiss on your forehead. "you're the best."
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bigby decided to have a drink at holly's bar, the trip trap bar. he was extremely stressed. but then grendell's ass started bitching at bigby, ranting about how much of an asshole bigby is... but then... "and that bitch [name] looking right pass me, then ushering me out the fuckin' door. who do they think they are to fuckin' kick me out?!" grendell groans.
the unbothered bigby suddenly whips his head to glare at the man, quickly standing up and walking towards grendell. "i wouldn't call them that." he growls, his hazel eyes turning bright yellow, hinting his transformation. "it's happened before and it doesn't end well."
a fight begun, both grendell and bigby transforming, beating the hell out of each others. bigby was clawing at grendell's back, and grendell was trying to shake him off. eventually, grendell threw bigby across the room, the wolf crashing down at the tables and chairs at the corner. "fuckin' pause!" grendell yells, panting.
bigby growls, sitting up from the floor and glared at the monster infront of him. "what?"
"why the fuck do you smell like flowers and shits?!—"
