#fables bigby

[lydibug-art]

I need him so bad actually

[strifezz]

I luv u Bigby Wolf

[laigifs]

The Wolf Among Us

Intro

[im-just-peachy]

TWAU bigby request for valentines day…💝

had a cute idea with him and reader (whos on the younger side, much more playful and energetic when it comes to things) celebrating with him

and they get a cupcake, just to celebrate. its going good until reader smashes the cupcake against his nose and mouth, giggling and cackling when he kind of just sits there like “fr 😐”

IDK i thought itd be cute

happy valentines day i hope its amazing and well 💝 mwah mwah

hiii happy valentine’s day to you too!! thanks for sending this in (im excited to write the silly wolf man, i’ve been obsessed with TWAU lately lol & i hope he’s not too out of character in this). i hope you enjoy<3

★ w/c: 600 words ★ cw: nothing ! just fluff :) peachy's valentine's event<3

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Bigby never really understood the mundy tradition of Valentine’s day. He’d see them giving flowers and treats to their loved ones, exchanging gifts and cards. There were even a handful of fables (namely Beauty and Beast) that got into the spirit, but he never really was one of them…that is until meeting you.

That’s why when you thought of getting some sweets and spending the day together, he didn’t hesitate to agree.

“Does anything strike your fancy?” You ask him in a playfully joking tone, glancing through the window as he opens the door to the bakery.

“I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve had anything sweet, really,” he replies.

The two of you walk into the building and he looks over the display. The case is filled with an assortment of cakes, brownies, chocolates, and pastries, and the building smells like pure sugar and delight. Your eyes light up as you look over each and every option.

It makes him smile a bit at how you look at the desserts with such childlike glee. Then, your head careens around to smile at him.

“I’m thinking cupcakes. You?”

“If you want cupcakes. We’ll get cupcakes.”

Bigby pays at the counter with a couple bills and you two take a taxi back to the Woodlands.

— ★ —

Bigby’s apartment is always a bit cluttered, but you don’t mind. You know he doesn’t have a lot of time on his hands to tidy up considering he practically lives in his office, but in all honesty it’s sort of nice to see the familiar chaos. Sometimes you think the arrangement is a nice look into the way his mind works.

The two of you settle into the couch together and set the bakery box onto the coffee table. He lets out a soft sigh beside you, happy to unwind for once and focus on something other than cases.

In no time, you’re taking out the sweets, and you hold out one to Bigby.

“Thanks,” he notices the treat and goes to take it from you– but is quickly met with a faceful of frosting as you push the cupcake straight into his nose.

You immediately cackle, practically doubled over with glee at the success of your small joke.

Beaming, you continue to laugh. “I think you’ve got something on your face, Sheriff.”

Confused as all hell, Bigby blinks at first and then stares at you. He growls lightly, in a way that you know is just playful, and licks the frosting off as best he can.

“Oh you’re really asking for it now…” He grumbles, starting to get up from the couch. You squeal a small giggle as he lunges at you and pins you down to the soft cushions.

You don’t give much of a struggle. Grinning widely, you glance back up into his eyes, seeing that any possible frustration is gone (not that there was any to begin with). His eyes meet yours and his playful frown turns into a soft smile. The type of smile that’s only reserved for you.

“You’re lucky, I like you.” He mutters as he stays leaned over you, arms keeping you boxed in.

You pull him down gently by the tie and plant your lips on his. Bigby gives no protest and immediately melts. A second later you pull away, just enough to speak, lips still hovering over his.

“I happen to like you too, Wolf.”

[fortune-fool02]

I want to hug Bigby Wolf and tell him he's doing his best, and doing a damn good job.

[sunvfs]

Another Magma.com doodle!! 👀

[soup-future]

this comic is really terrible but I can’t stop reading it. snow if you can hear me abort those things

[steamy-linguine]

Silhouettes In Neon

Pairing: Bigby x reader

A/N: Unedited and for mature audiences. This is a mini series and will be posted in parts.

Warnings: nsfw 18+

After Midnight.

He looked up at the sky, a cigarette lit in his mouth as he searched for a single star in that sea of black. The city lights created a neon glow that prevented a single glimpse of none. It was something he missed from the old world, being able to look up and see the stars.

There were times when he’d look up trying to find one to catch and reminisce in the nostalgia that settled in his chest. He flicked the growing ash from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, the embers hitting the ground.

Huff and puff’s. Everyone knew they were his favorite. He was constantly judged for the poor choice of brand but he didn’t care what the others thought, it was just enough to control his senses. He stood outside of the Pudding & Pie and took one last inhale of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it and pushed open the door to walk in.

Whisky and cigar smoke filled his senses as he walked through the small club. He adjusted his collar on his shirt ignoring the glares from the other fables that lingered on him as he made his way to the bar. The bartender wiped the spot before he sat leaving behind some moisture for him to feel under his arms as he rested them against the wood.

“Your strongest.” He said to the bartender who wasted no time to go make his drink. He was tired tonight, dark circles that hung underneath his eyes and sleep creeping into the inner corners as he tried to rub away the exhaustion from his face.

He turned around in the swivel bar stool, to take a quick glance around at everyone. Fables sat in the seats as their eyes watched the girls that roamed the floor. Bare skin and lace was what he mainly got glimpses of as some of the girls took the hands of popular story characters and led them to the back for private dances.

The men’s eyes followed them like moth to a flame trying to see if they could get lucky enough to bring one of them home.

The glass hit the bar top and he turned to see his drink. He put a bill on the table and grabbed his glass and began to drink.

It had been a long month for Bigby. Solving another case and trying to upkeep some sense of order amongst the fables but that wasn’t his reason for being at the Pudding and Pie tonight. He set his drink down as he let out a low sigh.

The neon lights that hung above his head flickered to the sound of the beat of the music and he couldn’t help but fight with himself for a moment if this was where he should be. He wasn’t one to go to clubs, bars sure for a drink but he preferred nights in always opting for something more private rather than public but for once he needed to be away from the confines of his apartment.

Not to mention but his friend Colin who would just be pestering him with more questions and demands that he just didn’t have the patience for right now.

He picked up his glass and took another sip when the sound of mic interference peaked his ears.

“Please give a round of applause for Raven!” The announcer said.

The music was a lot slower paced than what it was before and the lights around dimming making it harder to see past the shadows of people but a nice spot light filled the stage as the velvet red curtains pulled back. Bigby heard the crowd cheer and chant even some whistling as whoever this was Raven was stepped out onto the stage.

He turned in his seat as his eyes found their way to the stage. You walked out slowly, your hips moving along perfectly to the beat as your hands grasp onto the shimmering pole that stood on the stage.

Your hair was down and curled, cascading to almost the middle of your back as you twirled around the pole, bending over slightly to tease the men in the crowd. You moved perfectly to the music, in sync with every note as bills were thrown onto the stage and the men couldn’t help but shout and praise at you. You continued to dance, still not aware of the sheriff’s eyes that followed your every move.

He hadn’t noticed it but he leaned forward in his seat, his glass in one hand as he couldn’t help but be put in a trance as you continued to move with such grace on the stage. You were hypnotic to him, something he hardly ever experienced.

For the first time as he watched you, you provided the perfect distraction from his thoughts about Snow. The woman he desperately wanted, craving her love but she had set the record straight that her love for him was in no way romantic.

It was the whole reason he came here tonight. He was ashamed for it, considering he knew how shitty this job could be and how horrible their customers were to the women but his sorrows led him to the one place he knew he could forget about her.

The song ended and you gave a final wave as you walked back through the curtain and disappeared. The howling men stopped their praises and sat back in their seats and continued drinking and sharing whispers as they waited for the next dancer to come in the stage.

Bigby sat back taking a glance around when he saw you come from one of the doors. You walked with such confidence, you were almost untouchable as you mingled past the men.

You were stopped by a man who was waving money in your face when you looked and caught his eyes for a moment. He cocked his head to the side as he downed his drink quickly and you thanked the man quickly and made your way over to Bigby.

“Hello honey,” your voice was soft and sultry, sweet and dripped off your tongue like sugar.

You leaned closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Care for a dance?”

“Y’know who I am?” He asked you trying to see if his title would frighten you or if jogging your memory would make you regret asking considering his reputation.

You smirked down at him as you shrugged your shoulders, “Who you are out there doesn’t matter in here. Discretion is our policy.”

He remembered those same words Vivian ushered that night but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He stood up, allowing you to take his hand as you led him to the back. The two of you ignoring the stares from the other fables.

You led him to a private room and instructed him to sit down which he did. You pulled back the curtain and turned to look at him, hands on your hips.

“The only rule doll is no touching unless you plan to pay extra.” You said and he only nodded.

The music was the same slow pace as before as you made your way closer to him and began to sway your hips to the beat. He took this moment to drink you in. You wore a black lace bustier with a red trim at the top of the bra. A lacey black thong to match and a garter belt with red ribbons at the ends of the straps that connected to your black stockings.

You moved closer to him, turning around in front of him and he could feel his pants getting tighter as he tried to keep his composure.

You turned around smirking at him as you saw the effect you were having on him. His dark eyes brimming with desire and you took this opportunity to tease him some more by climbing into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat as you began to grind on him earning a groan that escaped from his throat.

Bigby didn’t know how much more he could take of this but he knew one thing for certain that he wanted to bring you home but he couldn’t.

You continued to dance, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “Are you enjoying yourself Sheriff?” Your voice was laced with seduction, a technique you had grown to learn to use to be sure to get nice tips but even you were unsure if this was for the wage or simply because you knew the big bad wolf was enjoying this, and maybe you were too.

Bigby’s hands found their way to your hips. He knew the rules but he was one to break them quite often.

“Your gonna have to pay extra sheriff.” You whispered into his ear.

He didn’t give a fuck. You lifted yourself off of him, continuing to move to the beat as his hands began to roam all over you. His hands were large and rough, working hands for sure but there was something there was no denying that you didn’t enjoy having them on you.

His finger tips moved carefully along the lace of your outfit, even finding their way to the ribbons to pull on them.

You knew of the stories of him. Almost every fable hated him due to his past and sure. You had seen him in passing a few times but nothing he did ever made you think so ill of him. Every fable was guilty of doing something they weren’t proud of, even in the new world.

The song ended and you winded your hips one last time before standing back and staring at him. He looked completely undone, in need of more from you but he wouldn’t say that. Not now at least.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out the cash and standing on his feet and slipping the bills into your hand.

He said nothing more to you, choosing to slip past you and make his way out of the club but Bigby knew he would be back for another dance.

Read pt. 2 here