#bigby smut

[callie-the-creator]

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

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

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

sfw:

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

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

• that’s how you two acquainted yourselves.

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

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

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

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

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

nsfw:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gogogodzilla]

day 15, keeping quiet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off—” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mothxmoons]

Wolf pack!

You’re a wolfwalker. Are you a fable? No. Just what more ancient werewolf stories were based off of, only when you’re asleep does your form take that of a wolf until you return to your sleeping body.

An average day of work, you’d say, rather boring actually, not many people coming in today. The only thing keeping you from not falling asleep was the magazine from the desk, nothing much in there either, though you did enjoy people watching. There was something up with this part of town, not in a creepy small town kind of way, no, no. The people here, besides every average Joe you come across, are different. The way they talk is off when they say certain things or how they act with one another. You’ve seen a few fights, a few tumbles, holes and more and seen them walk away fine.

This is also the only part of New York that has a sheriff that isn’t a policeman. Which is strange but you only ever see him when he comes in to buy his cigarettes, which is rare since he buys them in bulk, also weird but his health isn’t your concern.

Another strange thing was how some people talk to him, most will just brush him off or greet him before continuing on their way, but some will be actively rude to him. Not something you would think of doing when he’s their sheriff, but you’ve never said anything.

There was something strange about this part of town…but then again, you were probably just as strange. A wolfwalker in New York, a wolf in the city, typically that would be cause for concern but thanks to wildlife preservation near where you live just outside the city, so you were fine, you had the city and all the comforts of a human and the outdoors with all the comforts for a wolf. Though…unlike a certain someone who would sometimes be around when the sheriff was in the store, you didn’t think these guys were vampires. You weren’t that crazy. Immortals maybe, but in a different way.

Well…it actually really obvious when you think about it, they didn’t even try to hide things. Come on, Snow White. The sheriff’s name being Bigby Wolf, it’s pretty obvious. Not to mention the whole frog you see walking around sometimes. But who were you to judge? You had a secret too, and you didn’t really think about hiding it, not that anyone could catch you and link it to you. Hell, you were wearing a crest from your family that was closely linked to Wolfwalkers but only people who had that kind of obscure knowledge would know.

Then again, maybe you should be careful around these guys, since they are just a bunch of fairy tale characters all together in a single community so they just might have access to that obscure knowledge. Speak of the devil, there’s Sheriff Bigby.

“Hey sheriff, the usual?” You asked, looking up from the magazine you still held, though you were more zoned out than you were actually reading it.

“Hm, yeah. And this coffee pack, of course.” The tired, scruffy man replied with a small shrug, his eyes caught on the magazine to your hands before finally looking up to your eyes. “That’s an odd ring.”

“Oh, yeah, family heirloom.” You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it as you took his items to ring up for him.

“And I’m guessing it's not a very interesting magazine. You were staring at one page when I walked in.” He commented, gesturing with his head, his hands in his pockets. He was really observant, maybe too observant for your own good.

“No. Slow day, got zoned out.” You said, placing his items, coffee and his favorite brand of cigarettes, into a bag for him. From the way you were around everyone so often and didn’t seem to kick up any fuss about seeing strange things, Bigby was sure you knew, and you didn’t know how you knew he knew. But you were sure.

“Hopefully you’ll have a similar day, Bigby.”

“One can only hope.” He sighed as he took the bag with a deep sigh, placing the money on the counter before walking out the door. He seemed more tired than usual, maybe something happened and he had to clean it up. As per usual.

It wasn’t until you fell asleep in your home did you see him again. You didn’t know why, you never usually venture into the city as a wolf, but something just told you to.

With one last look to your sleeping figure, you slipped out of your home, running down the path, panting as you made it to the sidewalks. Maybe it was the confirmation you wanted, to know what these guys were. Whatever the case, you were a wolf running around the city, knocking some people over and startling a few others but no one seemed bothered. Probably too used to seeing strange things happening to really care. Your nose led you to an alleyway, where a certain sheriff was, like you back at home, laying down. He was on the ground though and seemed a little rougher up and groaning slightly.

You tilted your gaze upwards to see where he fell from, a broken glass on the third story seemed to be your answer. You approached him slowly, sniffing at his face, being the usual bother as he started to come to, pushing your face away as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He blinked, once, twice and then looked quickly over to you, eyes wide as he stared at you. Your ear flickered with a blink from you, taking a moment to see if he was okay. Your head tilted to the side as you looked him over, he seemed okay, though probably shocked from seeing a wolf in the city, leaning forward to sniff at him again.

“Hey there, pup. What are you doing this far into the city?” Bigby asked, groaning as he stood up, dusting himself off. He leaned forward, to look down at you, your gaze following him closely, his hand slowly coming to your head and rubbing your ears. His hand was so slow, almost scared that you would shy away from him, or get scared and run off, but seeing you stay and lean into his hand he had a different idea. “Say, why don’t you be my little helper for the night?”

Your response of course was a bark and your tail wagging which was shaking your whole body.

“Alright, alright, I get it, pup.” He chuckled, leading you out of the alleyway. “I just need to bring a perp in and then do…a lot of paperwork. If you’re alright with being in my company.”

If you could nod you would, but you could only wag your tail, walking close to him.

Bigby couldn’t explain it, but this random wolf in the city could not be a coincidence, sure, strange things happen all the time here, but this was different. He knows that smell, he’s so sure he’s smelled this wolf before, he just couldn’t place it. As he stalked down the sidewalk, looking for the guy he was searching for, his eyes always started back down to the wolf that stuck by his side without a second thought.

Maybe it was because he himself is a wolf that made this wolf feel so comfortable around him. Or maybe something else was going on, this familiar scent that came from the wolf…he knew it. But where?

His eyes drifted up again to see the guy he was chasing down, the other tweedle twin, whichever one it was. Bigby immediately sprang into a run, alerting the twin to start running to, and he could hear his new wolf friend following closely, probably even faster.

“Atta pup!” He called as the wolf overtook his speed and was right on the heels of the tweedle twin, causing a yelp of shock from the very round man.

“I didn’t know a dog needed a dog!” He yelled as he ran, trying to keep his attention split from running away and keeping his ankles away from the wolf.

The man skidded into an alleyway hoping for an easy escape only for the wolf to not stop its speed and leapt off the wall and onto him, tongue hanging out, having its best life, knocking the tweedle twin to the ground.

“Aw…thanks…pup… whhooo.” Bigby breathed heavily, catching his breath as he jogged over to the wolf. The wolf’s tail was wagging with their tongue hanging out of its mouth as they looked up at him, happy and proud.

“Didn’t know you had your own lap dog. Thought you were the lap dog.” The tweedle twin laughed at him, trying to get up from under the wolf accompanying the sheriff for the night.

“Actually, this here is a wolf. And probably not done growing, I think you got lucky.” Bigby said, grabbing the twin by his arms and heaving him up to start the twin’s walk of shame to the office. The wolf happily trotted after him.

Though Bigby never liked having attention on him, when he put the tweedle twin with his brother in a cell, he did find a sense of humor in the faces of the people waiting outside of Snow’s office. Seeing a wolf…following a wolf. Bigby opened up his office door for the wolf, watching it walk in before sitting down himself, sighing heavily as he pulled out his paperwork.

He doesn’t know how long he had been working on his paperwork, but it seemed to go by quicker with the wolf next to him, snoozing away. Sometimes the wolf would look up to him and set their face on his lap when he groaned or sighed at some of the requests and complaints. Which earned a little rub at the ear, but all things must come to an end.

Bigby was planning on letting the wolf stay with him but he didn’t want to pry the wolf away from the forest like he had been so many years ago. So when the time came to go home, he walked the wolf all the way down to the path to the forest. The wolf wagging its tail still, rubbing around in a circle happily, nuzzling his hand once more before bolting off. Bigby waved at the wolf off with a soft, gentle smile, before heading home, scratching at his neck.

The next day, very early in the morning, Bigby felt like eating something fast to get the rest of his work done before having to go out and patrol for any dangers or complaints. So he went down to the small shop he’d buy his coffee and cigarettes from when he smelled that familiar smell from that wolf last night. He followed the scent closely, maybe it was because he hadn’t smoked his cigarette yet so his senses were sharper now, and now he could see why that wolf smelled so familiar.

His nose led him right to the store, with the shopkeeper outside, opening the door. You. You turned, smiling warmly, knowingly and waved at him, just like how he did to the wolf, before walking into the store. A wide smile still on your face as you looked at him through the window, and in turn, a smile crept up on his face as well.

“Well, I guess I have a reason to start talking to them now.” He said to himself, following after you with a soft smile, finally…he wasn’t the only wolf.

[oceisastar]

MDNI

oh my GOD I need to fuck bigby wolf

[envythemoon]

currently reading Fables Comic and Bigby... he wears fucking black briefs im done

[vankaywie]

pairings : bigby wolf x gn!reader

tags : fluff , stinky bigby , uh I don't know

summary : helping bigby groom himself !!

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—"

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, bub. 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."

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?!—"

[ilovetheriddler]

Requesting a Bigby Wolf + fem reader in the corn maze smut for your Halloween fic post pretty pls 🫶✨

This is my first time writing a bigby fic! Yay! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Howling in the Corn Maze.

(Bigby Wolf x F!Reader.)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 rough sex, neck biting.

Bigby took a deep inhale from his cigarette as he watched you as you attempted to find a way out of the corn maze that you insisted that you go to. You thought it would be fun... it was not fun, and now you were both kind of lost.

"So... do you still think this was a good idea, sweetheart?"

"...No, but how was I supposed to know that the stupid maze was going to be so confusing?!"

It was already getting late, and there seemed to be no end in sight, just rows and rows of endless corn! As you glanced up at the sky, you noticed the moon had started to rise for the evening. It was a full moon, and suddenly you felt a little... concerned. You had never really asked your boyfriend how much the full moon affected him, if it did at all, and you found yourself hoping that it didn't.

"Hey, um... Bigby?"

"Hmm?"

"... How much... does the full moon affect you exactly...?"

He paused for a moment, thinking about it for a bit before letting out a sigh.

"I'm going to be entirely honest with you, sweetheart, certain... urges usually get a lot stronger.."

"Certain urges? Like what?"

".....I'm going to be blunt. What i mean is my sex drive increases considerably... and well... I'm a bit worried about you being near me like that because I don't want to be too rough on you..."

"Oh....."

You felt your face get incredibly flustered at his words. Yes, you'd had sex with Bigby several times before. You'd been dating for a few months now, after all, but this did make him always refusing to let you stay at his apartment during previous full moons make a lot more sense.... but you'd be lying if you said that you weren't interested in seeing how he was when he was worked up like that...

"Um, well.... I'm not really worried about that... i mean, how rough could you possibly be?"

".....Darling, that's an incredibly dangerous thing to say to me while I'm like this...."

Something about his tone of voice in that moment nearly made your heart stop, damn... maybe being near him during a full moon wouldn't be so bad? You watched as the sunlight finally fully faded, being replaced by the light of the full moon. You jolted slightly as you heard a deep and low growling sound coming from behind you. You didn't even have a chance to turn and look at him before you were being pinned to the ground.

You were a bit startled at first. You didn't mind bigby being a bit more forceful and rough with you. It just simply caught you by surprise. You let out a somewhat embarrassed squeal as the sound of ripping fabric reached your ears, both your dress and underwear being torn off faster than you thought possible.

He moved you slightly, pushing you to rest on your hands and knees facing away from him. He ran his hand down your back, his now decently sharper claws almost drawing blood as you winced. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth leaving harsh and slightly painful hickeys in their wake.

You hadn't even realized that he had undone his pants until he without warning thrusted his cock inside of you, causing a mixture between an embarrassingly loud whine and moan to leave your lips.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like being stuffed full of me?"

You could only manage a nod as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly with a rough and uneven pace, sinking his claws into your hips as he held you in place.

You were incredibly overwhelmed in both a mixture of slight pain and a lot of pleasure to the point where you were a bit worried you might pass out. In all honesty you couldn't really complain about the idea of being fucked by a Wolfman in a corn maze all night long.

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: don't mind me, still on my Bigby bullshit but struggling super hard with a smut one shot with him that I've been slowly chipping away at for the past few weeks 🙃 so have some jealousy headcanons

Content Warning: none that I can really think of?

Bigby Wolf - Jealousy Headcanons

- Bigby thinks he's above jealousy.

- He definitely doesn't want to hover over you or suffocate you.

- Plus he trusts you more than anyone else, he has no reason to be jealous.

- It's never you that's an issue…it's other people and Fables that choose to disrespect your boundaries.

- Like Jack may get a little too close to you, and Bigby has to refrain from biting his head off…

- Bigby will come to your rescue, though, especially when he can tell you're trying to politely turn Jack or anyone else away that's invading your personal space.

- He'll place a hand on your shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly or wrap an arm behind your back and pull you closer to him.

- Bigby does take some satisfaction from seeing you immediately relax next to him.

- However there's also the instance where you seem to be enjoying yourself more with someone else than with him.

- This frustrates him most because he knows it's just him being his worst enemy.

- But when you've been heavily disliked if not straight up hated or feared…

- It's easy to be worried someone would leave you for someone else who…isn't seen in that light.

- Bigby may grow a little distant or act short around you, but he catches himself and regrets acting shitty.

- You are always there to reassure him, however, that there's no one else you'd rather be with than him.

[ladyantiheroine]

Safe Here With Me

Summary: Bigby and Snow have both suffered from night terrors ever since the Crooked Man investigation. And when their dreams get too dark, they find comfort in each other. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Snow White

Warnings: Night terrors, PTSD nightmares

Word Count: 2.6k words

Tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, pillow talk, established relationship, no smut

Author's Note: Set after the events in The Wolf Among Us season one.

Bigby could sense movement next to him on the mattress. His eyes fluttered open and read the time on the digital clock next to Snow’s bed: 4:33 am. It was late, but he could feel Snow shifting next to him.

“No,” he heard her say.

He turned over and looked at her. Snow was on her back, eyes closed, still asleep. But she was shifting a little in jerky motions, making soft distressed sounds he couldn’t quite make out.

“No, leave me alone,” she mumbled.

Oh no. Bigby knew what this meant. He turned on his side to face her. He watched her face lit by the moonlight falling from the window, her dark hair sprawled across the white pillow. She was beautiful, but Bigby was too concerned by the way her eyebrows were scrunched together in distress.

Bigby had been spending the night at Snow’s apartment for a while now. Whenever they spent the night together, they always agreed to do it at Snow’s apartment, since she was the only one between them who had a proper bed in their home.

The two had kept their new relationship on the down-low since their first kiss shortly after the Crooked Man investigation. Of course, all of Fabletown could tell for a long time that they were attracted to each other. But coworker relationships were…complicated. So they decided to keep things under wraps until they decided what to do next. In the meantime, they managed to keep their hands off each other during work hours until they could go back to Snow’s apartment and fall back into bed together.

While their relationship was still new, they’d spent enough nights together that they’d learned each other’s sleeping patterns. Snow picked up on Bigby’s occasional snoring and Bigby had to fight against Snow when she hogged the duvet. But most of all, they knew when the other was experiencing night terrors. Night terrors that had gotten worse ever since the Crooked Man investigation.

Under the blanket, Snow was in only her bra and underwear, and Bigby was down to his boxers. It was all either of them was willing to put back on after another evening of ravishing each other. Their clothes were still in messy piles on the floor around the bed after they stripped each other down to the flesh.

Bigby gently reached over and shook Snow’s arm.

“Snow,” he whispered. “Wake up.”

Her eyes remained closed. She mumbled something and her head shifted to the side. Bigby shook her arm again.

“Snow,” he said louder.

Her eyes snapped open and she awoke with a gasp. She lifted her head off the pillow, her eyes darting around. She turned to look at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

Snow stared at him for a moment, then sighed and dropped her head back on the pillow.

“Sorry,” she said.

“You don’t need to say that,” he said. His voice softened to a whisper. “Another one?”

Snow pursed her lips and looked at the ceiling, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she said. “Bad one.”

Bigby shifted closer in bed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he said.

“I don’t want to keep you awake.”

“Well, I’m already awake. And I won’t be able to sleep again unless I can know what’s bothering you.”

Snow was quiet for a moment. Her eyes were trained on the ceiling like she was still watching her nightmare play across her eyes. Bigby lay patiently, watching the moonlight outline her face.

“I was in that alley,” she said. “The one by the Pudding N’ Pie. The one where…”

The one where Bigby had been shot down by Bloody Mary and the Tweedles. The image alone made Bigby’s body tense at the memory of his chest filling with bullets.

“Were they there?” he asked. Bloody Mary and the Tweedles occasionally made their way into his nightmares too, and it was never a pleasant experience.

“No,” she said. “The scary part was that you were there. You were…god, you were bleeding so much. I wanted to help you, but it was like someone had shackled my ankles to the ground. I couldn’t run, couldn’t move. All I could do was stand there and scream and watch you bleed out. And then I felt like there were all these hands grabbing me from behind, pulling me back further and further away…”

Snow was shaking. Bigby reached over and took her hand in his.

“You don’t have to go on,” he said.

Snow turned her face to his.

“It’s fine,” she said. “After that, I heard your voice. I thought you were calling to me from the ground where you were bleeding.” Her gaze on him softened. “But it was just you. Here. And then you woke me up.”

Bigby held her hand in both of his. He locked his fingers with hers and ran his thumb along her palm.

“I’ll always wake you up,” he said. It sounded like a promise because it was. As long as Bigby and Snow shared a bed, he would always wake her when the nightmares grew too close. A hint of a smile crept onto Snow’s face.

“I know you will,” she said.

Outside, it had started to rain and thunder. No doubt weather like this helped either of them sleep. It was getting cold in the city, but in this room, it was warm and safe.

“It’s…it’s been this way for so long,” Snow said. “Before the investigation, before Fabletown. I thought maybe I’d outgrow childish nightmares after a while. But it just seems like the longer I live, the more my mind finds things to stay awake over.”

“They’re not childish,” Bigby said. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckle. “You’ve been through a lot. If anyone has reasons to feel scared, it’s you.”

Snow lifted her eyes to him. Her blue eyes watched him with a fondness that made him ache to hold her.

“I guess so,” she said. “Still, it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve just…slept. No nightmares, no dreams, just sleep and nothing else.”

Snow’s words made Bigby’s heart sink. He wished there was a way he could help. Some way to fight the demons clouding her head so she could feel at peace. Bigby tried everything in his power to protect Snow White. He always had ever since they started working together. But claws and fists could not destroy the thoughts that disturbed the former princess’s sleep. Bigby opened his arms and pulled Snow to his chest. She sunk into him, burying her face in his chest. Bigby wrapped his arms tight around her and held her close. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He imagined her brilliant mind under those dark locks and willed the nightmares inside to disperse before he found a way to get to them.

Snow nuzzled closer into him. This close, her scent, the one scent Bigby could never block out no matter how many cigarettes he smoked, overwhelmed his nose. Even after all this time in close proximity to her Bigby could never get over how intoxicating her scent was. Snow kissed him on his jaw then cuddled her face into his neck.

“But it’s a lot easier to sleep when you’ve got the sheriff looking over you,” she mumbled into his skin.

Bigby stroked her hair and gave her another kiss on the head.

“Always,” he whispered. He said it was like a promise because it was. He vowed to keep Snow safe long before he even realized how deep his feelings for her went. It was almost primal, how deeply he wanted to keep her from danger. Which made it all the more frustrating that he couldn’t protect her from the danger in her mind.

No, the best he could do was hold her close, stroke her hair, and kiss her goodnight until the morning came.

~

Snow awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of growling next to her. On any other night, a growl in the dark may have frightened her. But she knew that sound intimately well, that familiar voice that had followed her to bed for several nights now.

Snow turned over to the man lying beside her. Bigby lay on his stomach, his face half-pressed into the pillow. In the dim moonlight from the window, Snow could see a gleam of a canine fang peeking out from his lips. Even in his sleeping state, Bigby’s face looked disgruntled. Angry. Scared.

“Oh no,” she whispered. “Poor thing.”

It had been this way for a long time. Ever since the Crooked Man case, both of them had been experiencing horrible dreams. Snow often found herself awoken in the night, Bigby pulling her out from her nightmares and into his arms. For a while, Bigby seemed like he’d been getting better. But tonight…the demons were back, and based on the noises he was making, they were back with a vengeance.

Snow reached over and gently shook his shoulder. Both of them were stripped down to their underwear, and Snow watched Bigby’s hairy, muscular back rise and fall with each breath.

“Bigby,” she whispered. “Bigby, wake up.”

He snorted and snapped his eyes open. He was so startled he grabbed Snow’s wrist, which made her heart jump. He had a look on his face like he was about to counter–attack an assailant.

“Bigby,” Snow said. “It’s me.”

Bigby’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and his face softened. He immediately let go of her wrist, his face sketched with guilt.

“Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Snow said. She reached over and gently took his hand. “You were growling in your sleep. Another bad dream?”

Bigby’s eyes shifted away from her. He looked at her hand touching his, his thought lost just behind his eyes.

“Come here,” she whispered to him.

“I’m fine, I promise,” he told her. But she knew from what she heard him muttering in his sleep that he was certainly not fine. “Don’t worry about me. Go to sleep.”

Snow’s heart dropped in her chest. Bigby always insisted he was okay when he wasn’t. A symptom of working the kind of job he did, where he always needed to persist forward no matter what shit was thrown at him. But they were both off duty. He wasn’t the sheriff now. He was the man she brought to bed with her every night, and this night was still shaking with the memories of his most recent night terror.

Snow recalled the times she’d woken up in the middle of the night, haunted by visions of Crane and the Crooked Man and all the matters of horrors she’d experienced in her immortal life. She’d experienced them for a long time, but ever since she and Bigby started spending the night together, he was always the one there when she woke up. He was always the one to pull her from those bad dreams before they got too much. He was always the one to pull her into his arms and stroke her hair and tell her she was safe, that her dreams could not hurt her. And now, it was her turn to extend the same comfort to him as he had done for her. Snow moved closer to him in bed until their bodies were pressed against each other.

“Snow,” Bigby said softly.

“Shhhh.” Snow petted her fingers through the scruff along his jaw. He needed a shave, and the hair on his face made a scratching sound under her touch. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Normally, Bigby hated when people tried to pet him. It was too close to those tired dog jokes he always heard. But with Snow it was different. Her slender fingers caressed his hair, running along his face and the back of his head. He let out a canine purr as he surrendered to her touch.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Snow asked.

Whenever she asked him this question, he usually declined. Bigby paused and licked his lips, his nightmare still rolling in his brain.

“I was in front of the Woodlands,” he said. “I was standing by the gate, looking at the front entrance. I was alone, but I could smell blood.”

Snow felt a shiver across his body. There was a slight tremor in his voice. It was strange to see Bigby like this. The stoic, aloof sheriff was shaking at the memory of a nightmare. What could shake the Big Bad Wolf like this?

“There was a trail of blood,” Bigby continued. “I followed it down the path up to the front steps. And there at the end, right in front of the door…”

His voice trailed off. His body was tense, frozen in fear. Snow ran a hand gently down his back and kissed his shoulder. I’m here, she silently communicated to him. You’re safe here with me.

“I looked down, and there at my feet…was your head.”

Now it was Snow’s turn to shiver. She knew exactly what he was thinking. One of the darkest moments in the Crooked Man investigation was when Lily’s head, glamoured to look like Snow, had been left on the Woodlands’ front steps. For several devastating hours, Bigby had been convinced that Snow had been the latest target of Lily’s killer.

“I just stood there…I had no clue what to do…it’s like I was frozen where I was. And your eyes were looking at me. And the smell of the blood…fuck I thought it was going to suffocate me.” He shifted uncomfortably. “And then I looked down at my hands, and they were completely red. I…thought I was the one who hurt you.”

Snow looked him in the face. Bigby’s eyes wouldn’t meet hers, but she could still read the fear across his face. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide his fear from her.

Snow gently took his face in her hand and turned his face towards her. His gold, lycanthropic eyes glowed in the dark bedroom.

“I’m right here,” she assured him. “You didn't hurt me. I’m right here, I’m okay. And you’re okay too.”

Bigby pressed his hand on top of hers and nuzzled his cheek into her palm.

Of all the dangers Bigby had witnessed in his long, immortal life, that was the image that shook him awake in the night. The sheriff who had been shot at, beaten to a pulp, pursued by the worst people in Fabletown. The thing that scared him the most was the thought that he had failed to save Snow from death. Bullet wounds could heal. Murderers could be put behind bars, or even thrown down the Witching Well. But losing Snow White? That frightened him far more than any bloodthirsty killer or fatal wound ever could.

Snow shifted closer and pulled him close, holding his head to her heart. Bigby wrapped his arms around her waist and let her hold him close. She gently petted her hands through his hair and he let out a purr.

“You’ve been through so much,” Snow told him. “It’s a thankless job. You can always tell me what’s on your mind. You never have to keep it all to yourself.”

Bigby was quiet, and let out a long, tired sigh. He pressed a kiss to her neck.

Snow White did not have the same aggressive strength Bigby did. She couldn’t take on criminals with her fists or take bullets to the chest. But as she held him in a protective embrace, she made a silent promise that she would do whatever she could to keep him safe. Whatever it took, the Big Bad Wolf would never be hurt for long so long as she was alive. And for now, what she needed to do was keep him close to her until the sun rose.

[ghostie-ghoulie]

Hey there! I'm Ghostie-Ghoulie. I have had this app for years and always wanted to post, so here I am!

Currently, I'm obsessed with anything Until Dawn or Resident Evil related. I can't ever shut my mouth about them.

My content will either consist of possible art or my fanfiction about certain fandoms I enjoy.

This is an 18+ blog! So, if you are a minor, please, in the most polite way possible, leave my page.

These Fandoms that I am a part of happen to be:

Until Dawn

Resident Evil (a personal favorite)

Horror movies (Ghostface, Hellrasier, Chucky, IT, Etc)

The Wolf Among Us

Mortal Kombat

Cyberpunk

Arcane

Team Fortress 2

Star Wars

Star Wars: The Bad batch

Ghost (band)

Sallyface

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Spiderman (mostly the spiderverse movies)

Dark Deception

Devil May Cry

More fandoms can be added later!

I will write Smut, oneshots, small imagines, and multichapter stories. I'm a sucker for smut, so you're gonna get that out of me once I finally get the hang of it.

Important note: I only write XReaders for now. I know that might suck for a lot of people, but it is something I heavily enjoy. I know people don't like it (Y/n, I'm looking at you), but the stereotypical cringe XReader stories that drive me up a wall will not be here. I will try my hardest to make the apperence vague, but personality might be a challenge. Though, hey! Everyone needs their practice. I can't go writing an emotionless reader, eh?

The readers I write for will mostly, if not entirely, be gender neutral or feminine. I'm sorry if this is a major letdown, but I do not trust my abilities to delve into a male reader just yet. I most write for male characters in general, and as love interests, but I can write for women when it comes to romance. I am both for ladies and gents.

Another very important note: I have a major history regarding mental health. Stress comes to me easy, and with stress comes heavy burnout. My brain gets fried, and my creativity goes down 6 feet under. All I ask is that you be very patient with me until I recover. This might mean small breaks or long breaks. Requests may be hard to handle, but if I'm ready, I'll think about doing them. You are able to send in asks! I may not be able to do full requests, but maybe some thoughts for a writing I could possibly start off with.

I am very understanding when it comes to emotional and mental related things because I have experienced my fair share of dealing with it. These topics will show up sometimes in various writings. If these bother you, worry not! Warnings will be placed.

This is a page friendly one towards everyone. I do not stand for hate of any kind. Sure, we're through a damn screen, but I still won't tolerate it. So please, no hate or arguments. If opinions differ, it doesn't mean we need to clash.

Characters that I could possibly write for consist of:

Until Dawn

Chris Hartley

Mike Monroe

Josh Washington

Matt Taylor

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

Karl Heisenburg

Luis Sera

Jack Krauser

Albert Wesker

Devil May Cry

Johnny Cage

Vergil Sparda

Dante Sparda

Nero sparda

Mortal Kombat

Syzoth (Reptile)

Tomas (Smoke)

Bi-han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai liang (Scorpian)

Liu Kang

Cyberpunk

Johnny Silverhand

Viktor Vektor (he needs more love and attention. I love him sm)

Team Fortress 2

Spy

Sniper

Medic

(Possibly the rest)

Star Wars

Captain Rex

(Probably will write for a bunch of clones, tbh)

Hondo Ohnaka

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Boba Fett

Din Djarin

Hunter

Crosshair

Tech

Wrecker

Echo

The Wolf Among Us

Bigby Wolf

I think that's all I've really got for now. More of course can be added later to masterlists. I'm just giving you good ideas on who I would love to write for.

(I will probably reform this because damn it looks jumbled, but hey, I'm inexperienced with actually posting on Tumblr.)

[joz-yyh]

Blighted Hearts - Ch. 13

SUMMARY: *Flashforward chapter!* Carnal urges and double standards run amuck at the abbey. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: EXPLICIT

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant / Crusader x Highwayman

WORD COUNT: 3,920

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Forgot to post this here, but Happy Halloween! Please enjoy this yummy treat of smut~ 🎃🍬

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One minute they're walking, the next minute Damian shoves a hand against his chest, pressing him to the stonewall of the church, a salacious corner just outside the indoor garden.

It's unexpected, lips suddenly so craven for his, needing their touch, their taste, about to die without it.

What's not covered by shroud or chains scrapes against masonry, laid brick digging into his back. Bigby can't spare a thought for discomfort, overtaken by a bigger ache, his mouth wholly consumed, barely keeping up.

The touch that swayed him with all the tempered zeal of a back alley rendezvous moves to his shoulders, rubbing over them, warm, inviting, wooing his affection.

"Damian," the werewolf cries, his partner still kissing languidly, deeply all around his shuddering voice, "What if someone sees ..."

It's more breathy, heart hammering in suspense, matching his partner's kisses with punch drunk arousal.

They were hidden just slightly from oncoming eyes, crammed inside an alcove too small, occupying the same space as a basin of anointed holy water, but if anyone came down the hall, this religious ceremony would no doubt incense their audience.

"I will flog myself in penance," comes his reply, always dutiful, in service of his lover's mouth.

Bigby swears the masochist finds new reasons to punish himself with each passing day, needing to restrain his chauvinistic impulses if there was to be any hope for himself.

"There would be no need if you would just w-wait–” he cuts himself off with a groan, biting at his bottom lip as Damian grinds against him.

"Please, I want you so much. I’ll be quick if you wish.”

Sometimes, Bigby truly forgets which one of them is the beast, the flagellant in a lustful frenzy, not unlike animalistic compulsion, possessing a heat cycle of his own.

"This is a very bad idea,” the lycan huffs, knowing they were told not so long ago to behave themselves.

"The worst," the priest says, grinning at the thrill of getting caught, breaking rules.

Bigby laughs, exasperated.

Well, at least they agree on that.

He's never had someone adore him as much as Damian does, growing addicted to it, drowning out all reason until only feeling remains.

Bloody hands are molding around his cheek, his throat, seducing, worshiping every inch of him as if he had all the markings of a god, worthy of his devotion.

“If we're quick,” he whispers, matching scruffy lips against scarred ones, pulling the flagellant to him with a kiss as passionate as the ones he’s been given.

He may be nothing more than a vessel, a harbinger of destruction, an abomination meant to be forgotten, locked away in the deepest pits of hell, but this man made him feel free, exalted, becoming of love.

Spreading his gospel, Damian embarks on his task, untying the shabby rope ties that holds his trousers together, faded violet fabric slipping down to his bare feet, exposing the true gravity of the choice they’re making.

The flagellant parts with him just a moment, dipping his fingers into the reservoir their private venue is reserved for, coating them in divine properties.

“You're going to use that,” the branded boy blushes, shaking with perversion.

“Why not,” the priest purrs, “can I not bless you?”

Even if it wasn’t explicitly addressed in the scriptures, there must be something against using holy water as lube.

“Isn’t this … unorthodox?”

“Perhaps, but not forbidden to us. Let me connect you with the Light, deeper than you’ve ever known it before.”

Abiding by his word, slick fingertips traverse the darkness inside him and instantly the vagabond feels ascension, clinging to his partner as he yowls in muffled fits of bliss.

He can feel the priest smirk, sharing in his pleasure, dependent on it.

“Hold onto me,” he says, a sultry prayer, kissing at a stubbled cheek.

“Why?”

It’s absentminded, fixated on what those fingers are doing, body heat warming them, no room left for cognizant thought.

Damian lifts him by his shackled bands, dragging his height further up the interior, lanky arms rising in accord, fulfilling the request by proxy.

The hooded priest leaves his warmth to dip his hand back into the pool, now wrapping wet fingers around his burning erection, eliciting a sharp hiss from himself.

Bigby grunts, knees trembling to hold his weight as they're joined, a messy, intimate encounter, as reckless as it is enticing. There’s cold at his back, heat at his front, the halfling taking his verdant cloak, covering them both under it’s veil, giving himself more leverage to cling to.

"How does it feel?”

"You know how it feels," Bigby deflects, embarrassed, curling his body closer.

"Mmm, tell me again," the flagellant beseeches, slipping out, giving a hard thrust in, his lover bottomed out on his cock.

"Feels … ahhh – it … it feels good.”

They’re hushed pillow talk was bound to be overheard at this rate, but danger never stopped Damian from indulging, spurring him on, reaping profane rewards.

"Does it excite you, making love like this?"

Making love?

"Is that what we're doing," the wolfboy chides, ornery, "I thought were we fucking in a place we shouldn't be.”

"Would you like that," Damian asks in fervent, labored breaths, "if I bent you over, forced you down, had my way with you out in the open?"

Enrobed hips give a punishing thrust in demonstration of what he would do, the changeling’s hands flying out, holding himself up along the edges of the space digging claws into solid pewter.

He's growling, shuddering, tempted to call upon his other half to settle this, a shout held in his throat, exploding into an inhuman roar as sparks flash behind his eyes, up his spine.

“You’d like it, wouldn't you? I could show everyone your face, how you sing just for me. Glory to the Light.”

Bigby cannot deny how much that makes him blush, cock twitching at such fantastic, unbridled debauchery that he’d never have the gall to dream up himself.

“Isn't that … exactly what we're doing ... right now?”

“Hmm, not quite.”

The flagellant slows down, giving sparse instances of gratification unlike the fiery slap of their bodies he’d enacted just before and Bigby wants it back, needs the breakneck pounding of that wondrous cock in him, bound by the sins of their flesh.

“I'd make it last, a spectacle worthy of you, force you into the change, make you drip blight until it bathes our knees.”

"Damian, please!"

The wolfboy has not the purchase to reach between them to touch himself, and even if he did, it wouldn't be enough, reliant on his partner to fulfill him, reach into his core and rip him apart.

If anyone bothered to interrupt them now, the abomination would surely bark, wild and territorial until they ran for the hills so they could finish this in peace.

"Can you blame me … for wanting to immortalize you?”

Actually, yes he could, very easily for exhibitionism and everything else that's happened in the last ten minutes.

The priest sees that predatory gleam in his lover's eye, the crowded overbite of teeth around his lip and takes the hint, knowing he promised the werewolf swift cessation, euphoric closure.

He brings back the heated pace the wolfboy has grown so fond of, using all his strength to satisfy his every need, sweat pouring down them both, sloshing wet exertion echoing out from the tiny recess they occupy.

Bigby lets himself go, huffing out not so quiet peels of “ah,” “yes,” “mmm,” Damian convulsing in his ass, adding to the profanity, grunting and groaning his approval, partaking in a soothing, congratulatory kiss.

They hear someone drawing near, about to round the corner, but despite everything, Bigby doesn’t want to move, Damian being the one to set him down gently, fix his pants back into place as the other leans against the wall, listlessly whimpering, beckoning him to stay coddled in his arms.

The flagellant is amidst adjusting his partner’s shroud, using it to cover up the stickiness seeping dark spots onto his front when a voice calls out to them, no longer alone.

"You there! What are you doing?"

Of course it would be Reynauld. His boots carry him with all the clatter that one would expect of sabatons.

“You’re familiar with holy anointment, are you not?”

The knight glares in response, not wholly convinced by this excuse. He couldn’t see exactly what had transpired but he can certainly suspect, the air was thick with it, these blasphemers gaining a reputation for heresy.

It was harder to tell with Damian, always red-faced, but he can’t get a clear view of the abomination hidden behind him.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Now it’s Baldwin's turn to weigh in, coming down the other hall, knowing the crusader tended to pick fights, acting as a mediator.

“They were acting suspicious,” he growls, defensive, onto something.

“What do you suspect them of,” the leper inquires, tilting his majestic head, firmly standing on the culprit's side.

Reynauld pauses, working up the will to say, “sodomy,” when Junia joins in their debate.

“Oh my, what’s going on?”

So many men gathered around such an odd and narrow place gives her cause to worry.

“What I miss? A circle jerk?”

The crude comment comes from Sarmenti, accompanying the now flustered nun, the woman slapping him on the shoulder, making him jingle.

“Teh! What was that for? Do you even know what a circle jerk is?”

“Of course, I do. It's a circle of jerks, which you're being right now.”

The jester snickers, rubbing his sore shoulder, far too amused by her adolescent comebacks.

“There ya are! Can't believe ya forgot ‘bout me."

Adding to this a whole friendly affair, Dismas makes an appearance, sauntering up in his jacket, scoffing next to Reynauld.

"Invitin’ me over and then runnin’ off at the first sign of trouble. How chivalrous."

The knight is culpable, probably fuming under his helmet from multiple emotions, quick to retreat from them.

“As I was saying, no fraternizing in the halls," he concludes with a stern wag of his finger, stomping away from the scene.

Dismas rolls his eyes, sighing loud and long into his handkerchief, “Well, it was nice seein’ ya folks.”

He gives a little wave, chasing after the elusive crusader once again.

“Well, that happened,” Sarmenti skulks, an ode to randomness, a branching segway.

Five of them remain and the abomination who's been a quiet observer throughout all this reaches up to grip Damian’s shoulder, digging his nails in, a silent command.

“Right, we should get going,” the masochist says, addressing what's left of the group, “Thank you all for the concern, but we're fine.”

Just as he's about to go, Junia stops him, a tap on his arm.

“Damian, if I may have a word?”

He looks to Bigby before agreeing to anything, the branded boy giving a silent nod, hunkering down to wait for him next to Baldwin and Sarmenti.

The vestal pulls him into a more quiet spot, but her companion doesn't mean to stay long, already looking back at his boyfriend with trepid eyes.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Honestly, how do you do it, draw so much male attention? You had everyone at the abbey practically swarming you.”

He blinks at her, mouth agape.

“Do you really want to know?”

She mulls it over one last time, sticking to her decision.

“... Yes.”

The taller man leans in close, whispering in her ear. The more she hears the more she beams scarlet, steam threatening to blow out the cloister of her ears.

Her jaw is almost to the floor by the time he's done, hiding it behind her glove, the recounting of his escapades giving the vestal a nosebleed.

"Promise me you will keep it to yourself."

He looks to her in confidence, the woman taking a sobering moment to nod, her throat too choked up with knots, butterflies in her stomach, treasuring this bawdy tale.

“May it serve you well.”

Junia's sure it will, the hooded man returning to the abomination’s company now that he's fulfilled her addiction, tips on romantic nuances.

The moment Damian is gone, Sarmenti sets his sights on the hormonally charged vestal, slinking over to her side, raking on the charisma, determined to get all the dirty details.

“Hey, what did he say? C'mon tell meeee.”

She shifts away, hiding her face from view. “I am sorry, but I've been sworn to secrecy.”

“But we're friends aren't we,” he adds, a sympathetic note to his voice, hoping to wear her down, “Don't best friends tell each other everything?”

True, he was her friend, but Junia was also a woman of her word, her lips a sealed vault, a pillar of fortitude, locked up tight.

“I'll just read about it in your diary later.”

It's a thought that should have stayed buried inside his comedic muse, but he let it coalesce into mocking disdain.

“YOU READ MY DIARY?!”

Her eyes spark into vicious flames, a foreboding aura swirling about her like storm winds, the same holy wrath she imposes upon her enemies now imbued on the end of her mace, aimed to kill.

“Eek! Baldwin! Save me,” the fool cries, taking cover behind the man's legendary golden bulk.

With disarming gestures, a placating tone, the leper king does his best to turn hurricane Junia back into the meek damsel of platitudes he knew her to be.

“Junia, please call down. I am sure he didn't mean it.”

A rebel yell, her weapon bashing a hole in the cement, electrified thunder raining down from her stone cold features.

Baldwin infers that the series of quakes rumbling the very foundation beneath their feet was mostly likely a ‘no’ for any possible reconciliation.

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It's no surprise that Rey complains the whole way back to his room, Dismas following at a relaxed pace behind him, gloved hands shoved inside his lofty coat pockets.

"Can you believe those two? Right there, out in the open! This is a church not a brothel! I knew an abomination would be trouble. Both of them. And here I thought he was helping Damian to become a bit more tame. What a fool I was!”

"Uh huh," supplies the highwayman, not so much listening as he was surveying the halls, noting they had the wing to themselves.

As Rey steps into his modest living quarters, the raven-haired thief unwinds his scarf, draping it over the handle, a message for all who would try and disturb them.

He shuts and locks the door, slipping off his jacket next, hanging it over the desk chair.

The accommodations are frugal: bed, dresser, desk, hardly big enough for one man let alone too, but then again all the domestic living quarters were the same.

"You would think they would learn their lesson by now! I mean, what kind of example are they setting for Junia?”

"Maybe cut them some slack,” the gunman offers, but Reynauld might as well be blind to any constructive criticism during one of his indignant tirades.

“They won’t even listen to Baldwin! Everyone listens to Baldwin,” the crusader shoots back, arguing with himself, unlatching his sword, hanging it off the bedpost.

Dismas sighs, needing his fellow man’s attention and finding it all the more allusive, amazed that the crusader could still be yacking away when he’s undressing right in front of him.

"So whatcha gunna to do about it,” Dismas asks, even as he unfastens his vest of belts, draping another layer of clothing over the chair rail.

The crusader sits down onto the mattress, shaking his head, gloved hands clasped between his knees. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”

Funny, how he heard him that time.

“What do you think I should do," the knight asks, looking lost, pleading with those gorgeous baby blue hues.

“Me,” Dismas echoes, laughing at the thought of a prude churchboy actually taking his advice.

“Why shouldn’t I ask you?”

“It’s not that you’re askin', it’s what you’re askin’,” Diz explains, clad in just a common shirt and pants, plodding towards the bed, pushing against the knight’s armor plate, forcing him to lie back on the bed.

The highwayman crawls on top of him, a perfect vantage point to strip Reynauld free of his hot and stuffy helmet. Hard metal parts ways for sweeping brown locks, bangs curled just around his brow, now damp with sweat, framing deep stalwart eyes.

His cheeks are still heavy with anger, and damn that beard, so thick and full and burly. The rogue can’t help but admire such a sight, wanting to drag his hands through it.

“What if ya straddle ‘em like this? Ya think that would work?”

The distracted crusader finally catches onto what's happening, realizing his own tenuous predicament.

"When did you–"

The rogue rolls his eyes. His intentions were always so incredibly obvious to anyone except the person he’s trying to seduce.

“Tunnel vision my name is Reynauld.”

"What will you do with me," the brunette asks, helpless, as if he can't reach for his blade and fend off a lowly thief if he truly wanted to.

"Dunno, maybe strip for ya," Dismas shrugs, smirking at the idea, "C'mon crusader, my hands may be tricky, but I ain't that slick. Ya know what've been doin’ this whole time."

The holy man goes silent, pouty lips set into a firm line, staring back at the rapscallion mounted on his steed.

Helmet now tossed aside, hands return to stretch out his shirt collar, showing off some of the fine hairs on his chest.

“So, ya gunna be a good boy and let me fuck yer brains out or are we just gunna keep talkin’ ‘bout it?”

Rey pauses, sinking further down into the sheets, a worsening blush coloring his cheeks as he gives a faint nod only the highwayman can see.

"That's what I thought, tough guy."

With all the deftness of a pickpocket, Dismas grabs him by the tabard, dragging him up into a kiss, reveling in the thrill of a man much stronger than himself playing submissive to his whims.

Mouths open, the crusader wrapping aching hands around his cheeks, mapping his ears, making him shiver, assailing one of his weak points.

Dismas can't wait, redirecting his touch down, untying the belt bound to the swordsman’s waist.

“Ya miss me,” he smirks, looking a bit flush himself, feeling the swell of his partner's erection.

Reynauld contests his snark, pinning him with a morose look.

“You didn't come last week. I was beginning to worry.”

Dismas scoffs, deflecting from the seriousness of his vocations.

“Job took a while. Couldn't get back in time.”

A twinge of longing, grief and regret well known to him, the pain of waiting for a loved one that may never return.

His noble facade cracks a little more, now hidden behind the sanctuary of closed doors, touching fingertips along deep-set face scars.

“Are you alright?”

The care in which it's said rattles Dismas, the mushy stuff harder for him to accept than opportunistic trysts.

“Yeah, just a few scrapes. Gonna be all better once I get your holy lance inside me.”

“I am serious,” Reynauld insists, brows knotted. “How much for the job? What was your cut?”

“We can talk business later.”

“Dismas.”

Cripes, they were supposed to be having sex, not debating his career choices.

“Decent, not like I can retire on it any time soon.”

“I wish you would. Your life is worth more than the mere pittances they pay you and it grows less every time.”

“And what would ya have me do with my life, huh? Stay with ya here at the abbey? I don't know how to be anythin’ other than a thief.”

They've hit a standstill, neither willing to budge on their perspective, change a difficult monster to tame, especially when it came from a kleptomaniac of all people.

“Just get your pants off,” Dismas gripes, working on ridding himself of his own imposition.

“Careful, it's been awhile,” the knight cautions, restricting those hips from moving too fast, impaling himself without preparation.

“Don't ya worry crusader, I am all lubed up for ya.”

Reynauld's heart skips a beat thinking about the how, when and where these seedy developments took place, preferring to participate or at the very least watch.

Dismas had the cutest face when he worked his hole, hips jerking just the slightest bit around his fingers, a clear sign he was ready, but there wasn't any of that to be had now.

Before he knows it, Reynuald's cock is buried deep within warm slick, groaning, gasping, clutching as his cunning partner sinks onto him without so much as a warning.

“Yeah, that's it,” the greasy rat moans, Reynauld holding him in place, not yet ready for more when this feeling was heaven enough.

—-

Bigby’s been distracted ever since their titular experience with the holy water, Damian keeping a watchful eye on him, attributing his skittishness and hushed exclamations as residual embarrassment, but no longer.

"What? What is it,” Damian asks, finally speaking up.

Bigby seems unaware of his own mannerisms, surprised himself that they were obvious enough to be addressed.

"Huh? Oh um, no it's … nothing."

Damian knows better than to believe that polite deterrent by now.

"I can tell when something troubles you. Please, you must tell me."

Still aflush, unbeknownst of how to say it, Bigby grasps Damian’s hand, leading them to the dormitories, specifically closer to Rey's room.

The abomination descends into a crouch, imperative for stealth, reminding his partner to be tactful in their approach, a finger against his lips.

They're just outside the door now, Bigby urging him to look inside the keyhole.

This was no mere bible study, his view assaulted with a fortissimo of copulation.

"Oooooooooo, this is good," the flagellant raves, light illuminating his peeping eye. “You could hear them from that far away?”

Bigby nods, turning pink, choosing not to look for himself, having had his fill of adultery from what he's heard already.

Suddenly, an alarmed voice from the other side, paranoid, definitely Reynauld.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Annoyed, definitely Dismas.

“Shhh, keep your voice down. I think there’s someone outside.”

“Psshhh, you’re losin’ it crusader. I swear you’re imaginin’ things.”

A fist is yanking on the priest's cowl, an insistent entreaty beside him.

“There, I showed you. Now let's go.”

“Don't you wish to look,” the holy man prompts, tickled by the thought of a voyeuristic Bigby.

“No, now c'mon.”

Despite all his urging, it takes the abomination physically removing Damian with his inhuman strength to get him to come away from the door.

Just as they're moving on from dabbling in one another's personal lives, his priest poses another question in relation to it.

“Who do you think does it better?”

The wolfboy grips his shroud, hoping Damian would just drop it because he'd rather not think about who outranked who in bed.

“We are not having this conversation.”

“I think Dismas.”

“Damian,” he growls, seeking to silence him with this bold reprimand.

Just the opposite, the hooded man's grin stretches farther, looking to his beloved with an everlasting fondness.

“You're right, no one does it better than me.”

A quick peck on the cheek, their discourse finally settled and it might not have been the message he originally meant to convey, but at least to Bigby, Damian was indeed the best.

[shatteredsoul60]

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!

I'm 20 and... ⬇️

I'm searching for a Roleplay Partner who knows the game "The Wolf Among Us"

I want to do a RP with my OC x Bigby

Searching for 18+ & Semi-Lit Roleplayers!

I Roleplay on discord, I'll give my user to whoever wants to do the Roleplay with.

This RP will contain; Smut, sexual content, Drama, violence, alcoholism, smoking, abuse, SH mention, death, gore!

Bigby My Beloved ❤️ 🐺

[robindrake93]

Haze No. 9 (7420 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Ned Bigby/William "Billy" Loomer Characters: Ned Bigby, William "Billy" Loomer, William "Billy" Loomer's Mother, Minor Characters Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Drugged Sex, Getting Together, School Projects, Porn With Plot, Underage Drug Use, Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Mildly Dubious Consent, Future Fic, Post-Canon, William "Billy" Loomer Has An Oral Fixation Summary: Ned and Loomer are partners for a big project that counts towards half of their grade but they've saved it for the last weekend. When Ned goes over to Loomer's house to do the project, he learns a lot about Loomer…and himself.

[illusioninfnty]

I love that you and @gogogodzilla have written for such niche or underwritten fandoms/characters that majority of us have thirsted over but forgotten about. I didn’t know I needed a fucking BIGBY WOLF smut until I saw it. Thank you both for the kinktober. I loved it!!!!

hehe thank you!!! tbh we just write for whoever we like so there’s quite a wide variety of characters 😆 super glad you enjoyed our kinktober pieces 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(i’ve also been telling her she needs to write more bigby stuff…👀)

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Kinktober 2024

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/o5SeImM by Jackaloop In an effort to break out of my smut comfort zone I'm picking the prompts I'm least used to writing for Kinktober. I've got a spinner wheel of fandoms I think I can write smut for and a few self imposed rules. Come for the smut stay for the smut cum for the smut I'll update the tags as the days get written Words: 12200, Chapters: 4/31, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Kinktober Fandoms: Fables - Willingham, Fables: The Wolf Among Us (Video Game), Universal Monsters Universe, The Mummy (1932), The Mummy (Movies 1999-2008), Epic the Musical, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, DCU, DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Snow White (Fables - Willingham), Bigby Wolf, Ardath Bey | Imhotep (The Mummy 1932), Helen Grosvenor, Evy Carnahan O'Connell Relationships: Snow White/Bigby Wolf, Anck Su Namun/Imhotep, Ardath Bey | Imhotep/Helen Grosvenor (The Mummy 1932), Aphrodite/Athena (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aphrodite/Athena (Epic the Musical), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Kinktober 2024, Breathplay, Sex with Sentient Animals, Werewolf Sex, Wolf Bigby Wolf, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Choking, Body Worship, Extremely Dubious Consent, Does Fucking The Mummy Count As Necrophilia?, I don't want to think about it too hard, Stone Top Lesbian, Wax Play, Mild Painplay, Vaginal Fingering, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Virginity, Loss of Virginity, Lesbian Sex, Human Furniture, Xenophilia, Punishment, Belts, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent is Superman, Kryptonite (DCU), inappropriate use of kryptonite read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/o5SeImM

[vulpixelates]

mr. bigby will NOT leave my lap and it is making it extraordinarily difficult to write smut