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tandoggydog · 8 months
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I can’t stick to one fixation for the life of me
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strugglinguist · 1 year
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The babies looking like they’re about to take over the world with chaotic energy
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kiwisdrawings · 4 months
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I AM A BIGBY ENJOYER
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vankaywie · 2 months
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Devour
Bigby Wolf x Afab!Reader
Warning: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, period sex, blood, dacryphilia
An: aaaaaaaa. this is my first time writing smut so... sorry
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"I'm home..." He groans, dragging himself onto the couch. The apartment was alot bigger than his old one. He now lives with you.
Your smile and excitement quickly disappeared when you saw how bruised he was. "Are you okay..?" You asked, concerned.
"I'm fine... It'll heal."
A frown planted on your face. "Can i help you? You seem tense." He felt your soft touch on his arm as you sat next to him. His eyes lits up at the thought. "Sure." He says.
Your hand begun massaging his shoulders, resulting in him letting out a low moan. But he had a different idea of helping. "Not that." He growls as he drags you onto his lap, making you gasp.
Your eyes were wide, "Bigby!-" He quickly interrupted you by taking your lips in him.
"I wanna taste you."
Your cheeks flared with a tint of red. "Bigby... I-i.. I'm on my perio-"
"I know. I can smell it from downstairs." His eyes were sparkling with lust. "But I don't give a shit."
He started leaving wet kisses from your neck to your shoulders. "Bigby... Please."
Your bottom half was now naked, a towel underneath your ass. Bigby in between your legs, dangerously close to your center. Your smell was intoxicating, he was having a hard time controlling himself.
"Bigby, the towel won't do it... It'll mess up the couch-" You were interrupted with a moan leaving your lips as he licked your folds, slurping the arousal mixed with blood.
"Ah... B-bigby..!" You gasp as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud and sucked it, harshly.
He groaned as your hands tugged onto his hair. "That's it, doll." He encouraged as you moaned even more. Your thighs tightly wrapping around his head.
Your vision turns white as you felt your orgasm crashing... But he didn't stop. "B-big-" You choked on a sob. He only stared at you with his yellow glowing eyes, his tongue circling your oversensitive clit. Bigby's hands wrapping around your hips so you wouldn't escape him. You started to whimper, crying out in pleasure.
Bigby's hair started to grow longer, his massive teeth gently nipping at your clit. He was transforming.. "Hah... S'too much.. it's too much!-" You cried "Please!!"
"One more... Give me one more baby." His voice rumbled, vibrating against your bare cunt.
"I-i can't..!! Hah.."
"Yes, you can." He shoved his tongue in you. Oh god... It feels too good. Painfully good.
"Bigby..." You cried once again, wanting him to stop... But another part of you wanted this. A growl left his lips, yet resulting to another vibration through your body.
Another orgasm crashes within you, back arching, eyes rolling at the back of your head. He still wouldn't stop. His tongue went back to abuse your clitoris, slipping two fingers into your swollen hole. He was rutting his hips against the sofa, desperate for fiction. His cock aching in his jeans.
"You look so good, baby..." Bigby moans. "Taste so fuckin' good too."
"Stop... Stop..." You choked on a moan.
As you've reached your third orgasm, he finally kisses your sensitive bud one last time before slowly backing away. His mouth messy with saliva, your juices, and blood.
He unbuttons his jeans and removed his boxers. Grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. His thick cock throbbing on your abdomen. "No more... Bigby, no more..." You slurred, tears swelling in your eyes.
"I'll be sure to be extra sweet, okay?"
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lalalalupia · 11 months
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I miss BB so much, my good boy, my baby girl.
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hornsinceborn · 7 months
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Fables is public domain, Bigby is free to revert to his natural, intended state. We can heal.
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paziffic · 2 years
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Yea
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herasoufleeart · 5 months
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Two little variants of mini Bigby! 💕🐺
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pupspuppet · 11 days
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Here’s some stuff
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joz-yyh · 10 months
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⛓️ 💚 The Blight Boyfriends and their matching shackles. 💚 ⛓️
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momachan · 17 days
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Batman Vs. Bigby! A Wolf In Gotham (2021).
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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months
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I made a Bigby Wolf Character a.I
I didn’t know what I was doing but I hope it’s good 😂
This boy deserves love!
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strugglinguist · 11 months
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Catception
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zevrans · 1 year
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The Woodsman drunkenly confesses to u about the 1st time he met u that he wasn't there to save RRH or her granny but to rob them,
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icekingofhope · 9 months
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so as celebration of the upcoming wolf among us game I decided to replay wolf among us
but I thought that hey why not make dumb memes about it? So I did I hope you enjoy my memes wolf among us fans
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elaboratedbee · 1 year
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Love at first fight? Just a funny and cute thought for a Bigby x S/O 🥺
LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT (BIGBY X READER)
hi! this is probably going to be short instead of a fully fledged x reader but i have a lil muse left tonight and this idea is so cute :)
Imprinting was a funny thing.
Bigby's mother had described it to him when he was just a cub, but the concept was always vague. A bedtime story. A fantasy. Some would even call it a fairytale. He would curl up next to her, fidgeting and kicking until he wasn't being crushed by his brothers and sisters, listening to her sweet voice as she lulled him to sleep. Imprinting, when a wolf found their perfect mate. When your eyes locked together, and the world stopped turning, when your heart rearranged itself to make room for somebody else. One singular moment, that changed your entire life's trajectory.
Bigby wasn't a cub anymore, and he had bigger things to worry about than finding a mate. Unlike certain delusional individuals, Bigby was able to accept reality, and accept the shittiness of that reality. He didn't need to coddle himself with religion, or bedtime stories, or some fantasy of true love that didn't exist. Nobody who had seen the things that he had would believe in any of that.
He shoved his free hand into his pocket, taking a long drag of the cigarette perched in the other. He felt the smoke crawl into his lungs, fill up the hole in his chest for the briefest of moments. He held it there for a second, clinging to the feeling before he blew the smoke out. It rolled over his lip, spilling into the night air as he leaned against a lamp post. Even as he took the moment to relax, his eyes were roving the street, searching up and down.
The scream that cut through the air didn't surprise him, but he straightened up immediately. The cigarette fell from his hand, the end glowing orange as he abandoned it on the tarmac below, sprinting toward one of the numerous dark alleyways. He knew something was off -- or maybe something was just always off in Fabletown. He rounded the corner and screeched to a halt, immediately taking in the scene.
"Hey!" He growled, drawing the attention of the mugger who was trying to wrench the bag from your hands. Bigby ran forward and drew his arm back, but before he could even make contact, you beat him to the punch, literally. Your knuckles crashed into the petty criminal's nose with a satisfying crunch, which turned into a fountain of blood.
"Ugh!" You grunted, following it up by grabbing both of his shoulders and driving your knee upward with all your strength, straight into his groin. The man collapsed like oragami in the rain, crumpling to the ground with a choked off noise. He curled in on himself, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. You readjusted your bag onto your back, scowling down at the figure.
Bigby stared, looking remarkably awkward. He had charged forward, adrenaline pumping, prepared for a fight, and now the energy had nowhere to go. It thrummed in his veins, his blood hot, his eyes a little wild. Sometimes, he felt like an addict. "You alri--?" He began to ask gruffly, but he was quickly cut off by you.
"I had that," you snapped at him, brushing yourself off and glaring in his general direction, "I had it handled, I didn't need you to get involved."
Bigby's face soured, and he clenched his fist. He was no stranger to ingratitude for his work around Fabletown though. "Looked like it," he muttered sarcastically, bending down to drag the whimpering criminal's hands together behind his back and cuff them tightly.
"Excuse me?" You stepped closer, putting your hands on your hips and staring down at him.
"Nothing," Bigby said. And then, after a beat, "just that if I hadn't have distracted him, he would have snapped your damn neck. But sure, you had it."
"Oh, and you charging in here like that was smart? It was a robbery! If he hurt me, it would've been because you stormed in here and spooked him," you accused huffily, "do you even fucking think?"
"I'll tell you what I fuckin' think--" Bigby growled, his eyes flashing yellow at being provoked and he stood, dropping the perpetrator flat on his face and standing up straight. He glared at you, this time looking directly into your eyes.
It hit him like a punch, at first. It was nothing like his mother had described, so much so that he didn't recognise what was happening to him. For a second, he wondered if he had taken a silver bullet to the heart. There was a dull pain in his chest that spread outward, as if his heart was cramping, or twisting. He clutched his chest, almost tearing the buttons of his shirt. The feeling spread, becoming nausea in his stomach, like hundreds of butterflies were trying to escape. His legs felt weak, his arms felt shaky, and before he knew it, he was leaning forward. Like a magnet, unable to resist the pull, he found himself drawn in and in and...
"What the fuck are you doing?"
The question snapped him out of it, and he jerked back. He could feel prickly heat from shame and embarrassment crawl down his neck, and he felt vaguely dizzy. How could he even explain himself? How could he tell you that he wanted to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and take you somewhere safe for the rest of your life? To wrap you up in his arms and breathe in your scent. To experience the press of your lips on his. To consume you whole, until you were one.
He had never experienced something like this, and he felt terrified. Vulnerable. With one look, you had ripped him open and examined him, had rearranged his anatomy and made room for yourself. Not just in his heart, but in every part of his body. In every cell, in every atom, you were part of him. You were his mate.
Bigby cleared his throat, "nothing. Do you want to come by the Sheriff's Office tomorrow and make a statement?" He asked flatly, "uh...?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly and gestured vaguely, searching for your name.
"(Y/N)," you supplied with a nod.
Bigby felt like if he didn't know he would see you again, his body might spontaneously combust. "So?" He asked, sounding impatient and bored of the interchange.
"I'll stop by in the morning," you agreed, "and I'll give you a statement telling you exactly how I had it handled..." You winked at him and turned, walking off. Bigby watched you go until you were out of sight.
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