#TWAU2

[miyku]

Screamin crying dying aughhhhhhh

[lydibug-art]

I need him so bad actually

[laigifs]

The Wolf Among Us 2 - First Trailer Reveal

[ladyantiheroine]

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Bigby also deserves to have his dick sucked until he's a whimpering mess.

-in which he can fuck me into a whimpering mess

[ashanddoodles]

bigby wolf the man that you are 😮‍💨

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Misunderstood - Bigby Wolf x fem!human!reader

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TW: swearing Words: ~1250

His head was a mess. No. He was a mess. At least that's how he felt. Everything went to shit as it always did and despite his best intentions, he was still the one to be blamed.

"What's even the point..." Bigby mumbled to himself. He sat back in his armchair, trying to clear his mind. For once he wished everyone would just disappear. Or that the world would open and make him disappear forever so they wouldn't have anyone to blame anymore.

Why was he even trying? Memories of sharp words, accusing glares, and whispered judgments swirled in his mind. No one would forget the past. No one would let anyone forget the past. Not when it came to him. The monster who huffed, puffed, and tore their lives apart—because that's all they wanted to see. Not when he was nothing more than the Big Bad -

A knock.

He took a deep breath, hoping that maybe the unwanted visitor wouldn't insist. But, as always, he wasn't very lucky.

Two more sets of knocks made Bigby's blood boil. "Why can't they leave me the fuck alone..." he groaned as he got up, heavy steps making their way towards the door.

"What?!" he asked harshly as he swung the door open, his heart skipping a beat as he saw (Y/n) there. There was an apologetic smile on her face, clearly startled by the brutal way she was welcomed. Bigby quickly cleared his throat. "Sorry, (Y/n)... I had a rough day. Didn't mean to scare you."

The mundy girl gave him a kind smile. "It's fine... I shouldn't have insisted..." she said as she fiddled with a letter. "The mailman delivered your mail in my mailbox... Again..."

He took the letter from her hand, quickly looking at it. "Ah... It's just the rent... Could've stayed lost." he said as he tried to force a smile. (Y/n) chuckled, feeling more at ease now. "Thanks."

"No problem." she said as she looked up at him, a more worried expression on her face. "Are you alright? I don't want to be nosy or something but... you seemed off lately."

The question took Bigby by surprise, his words failing to come out at first. "It's..." What could he say? He couldn't just tell her that she was living amongst stories. Or worse - that she was talking to the most hated amongst them. "It's a long story..."

"I see..." she answered, not wanting to press the matters any further. "I'll leave you to it then, but... can I ask for a favor?"

"Um, sure." he hesitantly said.

"I was wondering if you could… help me move an armchair?" Her voice was soft, laced with hesitance. Bigby tilted his head slightly, her request catching him off guard. After a day of chaos and accusations, the idea of doing something so ordinary almost felt absurd—yet oddly appealing. "I wouldn't have bothered-"

"Sure." Bigby interrupted her. Normally, he wouldn't have answered so fast, but he needed to feel useful. He needed to help someone, even if it was such a mundane task. But most of all... a part of him seemed not to like the idea of being alone right now.

"You don't have to do it now if you're busy."

"Trust me... I have nothing else to do." he smiled and got out of his apartment. The walk wasn't long - just two doors away, but Bigby could practically smell how nervous (Y/n) was. It wasn't the first time he felt it around her. It wasn't fear, nor intimidation. Snow used to tease him that maybe she had a little crush on him, but he never really had time to think about it.

(Y/n) fumbled with the keys, her fingers shaking slightly. The door creaked as she pushed it, revealing the warmth of her apartment—a faint scent of vanilla filled his nose. It wasn't the first time he'd been into her apartment. He used to help her with furniture when she moved in, but he never actually carefully looked around.

The apartment seemed just a tad bigger than his, but it didn't feel as crowded. He looked at the pictures of her and her family or friends and couldn't help but think how they were. Was she visiting them on holiday? Will they ever come over so he could meet them?

The desk was full of sketches of various machines, alongside different calculations and formulas.

"They're for my classes. I didn't have time to clean the desk. They're.... everywhere." she chuckled.

"Classes?"

"I study engineering," she explained. "I don't think I ever mentioned this before." Bigby raised a brow at the statement.

"No... I don't think you did." the corners of his mouth formed a small smile as he saw her red face.

"The armchair is on the balcony... I need to bring it here." she quickly changed the subject, walking him towards it. The balcony was small, with just enough space for two chairs and a couple of potted plants. A faint breeze carried the smell of the city—concrete, distant car exhaust, and the faint trace of blooming flowers.

(Y/n) laughed nervously as the armchair wobbled between them. "I swear, this thing weighs a ton. You sure you're not secretly superhuman?"

Bigby smirked. "I manage." He set the armchair down with ease, glancing at her. "You should see me lift a fridge."

She grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Maybe next time I'll call you for that, too."

There was a lightness in her tone that made him relax, even if just for a moment. Helping her felt… normal. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.)

"Thanks, Bigby... I owe you... again."

"Don't mention it. If the mailman continues to fuck up, I think I'll be the one to owe you." he joked as he searched for the pack of Huff and Puffs. "Mind if I smoke one on the balcony?" Bigby asked, gesturing toward the sliding door. The golden hue of the setting sun spilt into the room, casting long shadows on the floor.

"No worries. I'll join," she replied, grabbing her own pack from the counter.

"At least you don't smoke crappy cigarettes," Bigby said and lit up his cigarette, her chuckle echoing in his ears.

"I've tried Huff & Puff once... They really are crappy."

"Hey, they do the job, right?" he said in his defence as they both chuckled lightly. "Besides... they help me relax so..."

(Y/n) scanned him for a moment, a more serious look on her face. "You seem to always help others... Must get tiring at some point."

"You have no fucking idea..." he groaned. "And the worst part is that... in the end, no one seems to see that I'm..." he stopped for a moment, looking down at the people who always seemed to be in a rush. "That I'm trying to do what's best..."

A moment of silence fell in between them, their eyes meeting once again. His heart skipped a beat as (Y/n) looked at him, but not with anger or fear as everyone used to. It was warmth. Empathy.

"Well, people do that you know... One mistake and you need years to erase it..."

"One? More like a hundred..." Bigby said with a bitter smile. "I'm always the... Big Bad Wolf of the story..."

He quickly looked up and felt her hand on his, squeezing reassuringly as she took another drag of her cigarette.

"Then I think the Big Bad Wolf has been misunderstood."

[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

[teslapunk3327]

I'm never beating the wolf girl allegations :3

[illconceiveddesigns]

hi look its the guys ever

[theimpalee]

You're not as bad as everyone says you are.

[miyku]

The Wolf Among Us 2 | ▶ dev. Telltale Games

[ch33ryst4r]

MY BIGBY DOODLES‼️‼️ AND SNOW‼️‼️

I’ve been ITCHING for that second game PLEASEEE PLEASE RELEASE TJE GAME PLEASEEE

[soheresyourholidayart]

bigby wolf sketch

[ladyantiheroine]

Snow: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Bigby: Mine just says "Bigby, no." Snow: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

[woodsby]

fabletown citizens watching woody and bigby have their third barfight of the week