#sheriff bigby

[lydibug-art]

I need him so bad actually

[strifezz]

I luv u Bigby Wolf

[laigifs]

The Wolf Among Us

Intro

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Bigby strikes me as the type of guy who says he doesn't want kids cause he doesnt want people hating them like they hate him, but deep down, he wants a whole slew of them. Like he'll deny it any time the topic comes up, but the moment you tell him you're pregnant, he is already picking names and paint colors for the nursery.

A/n: YESSS! I'm sobbing because that's so cute.

Bigby sensing you are pregnant, he can smell it on you but doesn't believe it because he does not want to give himself hope.

Never leaving your side, Bigby doesn't want to leave your side. He find's himself acting as your protector, like hell he's going to let anyone touch you.

Get's an actual up in New York, sure it cost's a bit more money but you're worth it. His children are wort it. Bigby knew living in the tiny apartment isn't good, isn't safe for you or his children.

Already buying everything you need the moment you tell him. Bigby does his best to contain his enthusiasm as he takes care of the nursery.

Bigby love's to go over names with you, can't help but tear up knowing you'd agree to have his mother's name in the mix.

Bigby love's to hold as you, placing his hand on your belly as it grows, he is constantly fussing over you.

Bigby loves to spoil you rotten, you deserve it. You deserve the moon. He just cannot wait to meet his children.

[tandoggydog]

I can’t stick to one fixation for the life of me

[viridi0n]

big bee!!!

[kovrikkk]

uni exhausts me, but here's bigby and snow

[gogogodzilla]

✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟠: 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 ✧

【 𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑖𝑛 】

╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: Going undercover at a strip club has its benefits, especially if Bigby is in the audience

╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, dry humping, blow job, plot w/ porn, a bit of cock worship, red riding hood!reader, one (1) instance of dirty talk, teasing

✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧

“How will I know it’s you?” he asked as you stood outside the club, watching as patrons entered. 

The bright neon pink sign buzzed above the two of you, and your high heels scraped against the pavement as you shifted on your feet. 

You tilt your head to look at him, “You’ll know.” 

He raised a brow, wondering what exactly you had up your sleeve tonight. “Just try not to make a scene,” he grunted, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips. 

You scoffed, “That’s rich coming from you. I’ll see you on the inside.” 

He watched as you entered the club, duffle bag in hand. The plan was simple: get in, grab the right person’s attention, get some dirt on said person, and hightail it out of there. 

Simple. 

Bigby took his place at the bar and waited for you to make your appearance. He watched as the man you were after, a sleazebag named Harvey, sat at one of the private tables, far away from the bustle of the crowd but with a perfect view of the stage. His dark eyes surveyed the dance floor and he pulled a cigar out of his suit jacket.  Various girls came onto the stage, dancing to one song or the next. Bigby watched as Harvey motioned with his hand and some of the better, prettier dancers were led to his table. 

A low murmur of interest rippled throughout the crowd as the lights dimmed further, casting the stage in an almost otherworldly glow. The DJ announced something about a “special guest,” and Bigby felt his eyes drawn to the stage, his curiosity piqued by the sudden change of atmosphere. 

A slow, sultry song filtered through the speakers as a spotlight illuminated the curtains as they parted. The audience let out an eager murmur as the dancer stepped onto the stage, their heels clicking against the floor. The dancer was draped in a rich, velvety crimson cloak that cascaded over their form like a river of blood. It caught the light in waves, almost liquid in the way it moved with each graceful step. The edges were lines with subtle, intricate embroidery that Bigby hadn't seen in what felt like eons. He could almost feel the stitching under his fingertips and the velvet slipping through his grasp. 

He inhaled, and his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d know that scent anywhere. 

You pulled back your hood, revealing the lacy mask on your face, and his suspicions were confirmed. You walked with confidence, every movement controlled and calculated. There’s an edge to your posture as you near the edge of the stage— something playful, almost dangerous. You glanced his way — just a flash of your gaze but he caught it. 

You turn your back to the crowd and reach up, slowly undoing the ties on your cape. Whistles and cheers erupted from the crowd as your cape fell from your shoulders, revealing a fitted corset and short skirt, deep red against your skin.

Heat climbed into his chest and nestled between his ribs as you dragged your hand up the pole at the end of the stage. His eyes were fixed on you, watching every flick of your wrist and twirl of your form around the pole. A rumble of jealousy, hot and primal, crawled up his spine at the way the other patrons stared at you. 

A low growl built in his chest as you crawled near the edge of the stage and leaned down, your face close enough for your breath to brush against the patron in front of you. The patron’s eyes wandered everywhere but your face as he shoved a few dollars into the top of your corset. He swallowed hard, gripping the glass in his hand so hard he was surprised it didn’t shatter in his hand. 

You finished your dance with a graceful spin, a final teasing flash of red before you turned to exit the stage. Bigby watched as Harvey nodded his head to one of the bouncers, who then disappeared backstage to find you. 

You walked the floor with grace, and the crowd seemed to move as one as you cut your way through, following the bouncer to Harvey’s table. You held out your knuckles for him to kiss, and he did, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary. 

You played your part to perfection, a coy smile gracing your features as you leaned in to whisper something against Harvey’s ear earning a chuckle from him. He looked too pleased with himself, oblivious to the way you were toying with him. You reached out, resting your hand gently on his arm, and he could tell by the tilt of your head and the innocent look in your eyes that you were digging for information. 

Harvey’s fingers trailed down your arm and rested on your thigh as he hooked a finger into the frilly garter around your thigh. Bigby pushed off of the bar, ready to intervene, but the nearly imperceptible shake of your head stopped him in his tracks. He shifted on his feet, breathing through his nose as he attempted to quell the rage that threatened to spill over. He settled for perching on one of the chairs near Harvey’s table, close enough to keep an eye on you but not too close that it’s suspicious. 

Finally, you rose from the table, slipping out of Harvey’s grasp, not quite fast enough to avoid Harvey smacking your ass as you walked away. Bigby’s nails dug into the armrest of the chair, his nails poking holes in the smooth leather. You circled the room, your hips swaying to the beat of the music as you made your way to Bigby's chair. 

Your fingers trailed across his shoulders as you rounded his chair. You leaned down, meeting his gaze for the first time that night. 

“Wolf,” you whispered, grinning, “care to go somewhere a bit more private?”

Bigby was acutely aware of the eyes lingering on the two of you, various patrons sneering at your choice. He nodded, and you took his hand in yours before leading him to a back hallway with various rooms with a chair and a heavy velvet curtain in front of them. 

You nudged him towards a chair before shutting the curtain behind you.  You slid into his lap as the music changed to a slow, sultry beat. You looped your arms around his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. Your scent was distracting enough, combined with your touch against his skin was a death sentence. 

“Could’ve warned me about the outfit,” he grunted, attempting to hide the strain in his voice. He could feel the warmth of your breath against his neck as you leaned close, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. His resolve was crumbling with each second, and his cock twitched in his pants. 

“Didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” you replied, your voice soft. 

His hands settled on your waist, holding you steady as you swayed to the beat, keeping up the appearance of a private dance should anyone walk in on you. 

He leaned his head back to look up at you, “You sure he bought it?”

You smirked, “Hook, line, and sinker. Pretty sure he even offered me a job.” 

Bigby snorted, a reluctant smile forming on his lips. “You’d hate the hours.” 

You laughed, your eyes meeting his. For a moment, the job was long forgotten and all he cared about was his half-naked partner on his lap. It was just the two of you, locked in a silent battle of wills. 

Your fingers skimmed up to his collar, toying with it for a moment before you leaned down, your lips brushing his in a tentative kiss. That was all it took for any ounce of control he had to slip out of his grasp faster than he could contain it. 

He ran a hand over the bare skin of your thigh before moving to cup the curve of your ass. You grind your hips against him, the tent in his pants brushing against your clothed core earning a groan from both of you. 

Your hands wandered over his chest as your hips continued to roll over his, ensnaring his rigid cock between the plush of your thighs. He pulled away to lean his head back against the cool leather of the seat, his eyes fluttering shut as you attached your lips to the column of his neck. 

He groaned as you latched your lips onto his pulse point, your tongue running over the skin there. You reached down to fumble the buttons of his shirt, and each roll of your hips equaled another one of his buttons undone. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer and inhaling your scent. 

You dragged your fingers over the flushed skin of his chest as you leaned back, taking in the sight before you. Bigby didn’t doubt that he looked like something to behold, hair messy and shirt half undone with blossoming hickies littering his neck. 

His chest heaved as he looked up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You’d be the death of him, but he’d die a happy man. 

You slid off of his lap, and the loss of your skin against his nearly brought a tear to his eye. One of your hands trailed down his chest and rested on his belt buckle. His hips jutted into the open air as you gave his buckle a slight tug before sinking to your knees in front of him. 

“What are you—”

He was cut off by your hands raking up his thighs. You dragged your fingertips over the straining tent in his pants, and he flushed at the wet spot that had begun to form. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid his belt buckle, and he tucked his bottom lip into his teeth, stifling a strangled groan. 

He was still as you popped the button on his pants, watching you with rapt attention. You tugged down his zipper and your fingers dipped under the waistband of his briefs. He hissed you freed his cock from its confines, and it bounced painfully hard against his abdomen. The cool air of the club did little to quell the heat simmering under his skin. 

You were otherworldly as you finally touched him, sultry and completely in control. He could’ve come from your gaze alone. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and he instinctively bucked his hips. His cheeks flushed as you looked up at him with a devilish grin. 

You ran a thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the precum that had dripped out. He let out a shaky whine as he white-knuckled the arms of the chair. You stroked him faster, squeezing lightly and adding a twist of your wrist that had him arching against the chair. 

He couldn’t fight the drawn-out groan that left him as you peppered featherlight kisses against his length before fully taking him in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock and he nearly came there and then. 

“Ah— fuck, doll,” he whimpered, meeting your gaze. 

You let out a satisfied noise as you bobbed your head a few times, steadily taking more and more of him while your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach. Bigby let out a strangled growl as his lengthened nails dug into the chair and even more hair littered his chest. 

He attempted to reign in any sliver of control he could manage, but your lips against his cock was making it increasingly harder and harder to concentrate on anything else. You hollowed your cheeks around him, taking him deeper than before. 

He rutted his hips against your mouth, meeting each bob of your head. He was hilted deeply inside you when he came, forcing his seed down your waiting throat. You greedily slurped everything he’d give to you, but, still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. 

You pulled off of his cock with a ‘pop,’ and you were left with tear-stained cheeks and traces of Bigby glistening over your mouth. He leaned down and trapped your lips in his. The ferocity of it nearly sent you tumbling over but his hand cradled the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. 

He was never good with words, and he hoped his actions spoke louder than anything that could leave his lips. His raised canines dug into your lips, and you moaned against him. 

“Y’know,” you murmur, pulling away with a grin, “you’re technically not supposed to touch the dancers.” 

He grunted, “You started it, doll.” 

[grimlins-chaos]

there's a REAL monster on the loose in fabletown

[writtenbylonelyworlds]

General Bigby Relationship Headcanons

Hates it when other people call him a lap dog, but you have a pass.

You're not new to his outbursts.

At first, his outbursts used to scare you when he was angry, but you realized that he didn't mean harm to you.

You're the only one who can get away with calling him many nicknames: Bigs, Biggy, Wolfie, lapdog, etc.

He's a little prick to everyone else, but not you.

He tries to slow down his smoking habit but still smokes.

Colin pisses him off, but you seem to enjoy bickering with the pig.

Look at those brown eyes. You have a hard time saying no when he gives you a pleading look.

Mundie or fable, he loves you nonetheless.

[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.

[lydibug-art]

Fallen Angel redraw ~ WIP 🤎

Here’s a lil sneak peek at how it’s going! 👀 I love when people redraw this painting! I’ve been wanting to do it myself for ages and I’m so glad inspiration finally hit me enough to do it!!

Full wip on my Patreon! If anyone knows who I’m drawing you’ll get a little kiss on the forehead 😌💋

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🏕️ camping || Bigby Wolf ||

A/n: My love for Bigby has returned, so I had to write some dad!Bigby things

Bigby didn't do camping, he spent enough of his life time in the woods so why the fuck would he do it willingly.

But then you asked which in turn got the pups excited and he couldn't say no to them which in turn lead to him driving his shitty ass truck to some shitty ass camp ground in upstate New York.

Rolling his neck, he parked the truck as he barely had a chance to tell the kids to stay safe.

"Hey! Don't go far." Bigby shouted as all seven of them rushed out of truck as then ran off to the lake to play in. Shaking his head he turned to find you sleeping. Letting his fingers caress your cheek his gaze softened. He was so lucky to have you, his best friend, the one he loved. "Red, we're here."

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you let out a yawn then turned to smile at him. "Thank you for doing this." Leaning forward you pressed your lips into his for a gentle kiss.

Humming, Bigby gave you a smile shaking his head as he placed one last kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't need to thank me, I can't say no to you let alone the kids."

Stepping out of the truck you raised your arms above your head. "Well I'll go check on them, do you need help setting up?"

"I'm good, go have fun with the kids."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bigby glanced at the two tents. A smaller one for the kids than a much larger one a few feet away. He knew it was pointless though since he expected them to come to you half way in the night.

It was the choir of 'daddys' and 'dada' that snapped him out of his thoughts. Each of them jumping on his leg trying to knock him down.

"Come swim with us daddy!" One of them asked, she was already climbing up half way through his pant legs.

Grabbing her by the scruff he then set her down rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What did I say about shifting in public places."

Bigby looked over his children, half of them in their tiny wolf forms as the others stayed as normal humans.

"Don't." They chimed.

"So why-."

"Mommy said we could."

Letting out a grunt he then dropped his shoulders nodding his head. While it might be safe for them, he knew he had no chance to due to his size. "Come on let's go swimming...but do not leave my side."

"Yay!!!"

Catching his breath, Bigby sat next to you in one of the chairs as the kids continued to play and splash around in the lake. "How do they have so much energy?"

Snorting, you closed the book you were reading as your head then rested on his chest. "They are children Bigby."

Letting his arm wrap around your waist he then closed his eyes. "Not to mention they are part wolf."

Smiling you closed your eyes enjoying the sound of your husband's heart beat, of your children's laughter as you fell asleep.

You weren't quite sure how long you slept but it was night time, the sun long set as the kids were gathered around the campfire listing intensely to whatever story there was telling them.

"I see sleeping beauty is finally awake."

Shaking your head, you pulled your chair giving Bigby a look as one of the kids crawled into your lap.

"Please, don't stop on my account."

Giving you a grin, Bigby retuned to his story. Your gaze fixated on him.

While some of the people in fable town may still not trust Bigby, a few may still hate him. He had you and his children. The ones that mattered most.

He might be known as the Big Bad Wolf but to you he was your loving husband, an amazing father.

And nothing will ever change that.

[ashanddoodles]

the big bad wolf

[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

[solsticesquid]

One aspect of Bigby that I find so appealing in TWAU is that he's actually very emotionally intelligent, which is not as commonplace as it should be. He also truly respects women, unlike guys who calls themselves feminists but are actually sexist af.