#wolfie drabble

[littlestw01f]

Heater

Valko drabble

A/N: It's period time :( Wish I had a wolf hubby heating pad to warm me :'((

"Don't move!" You grumble as Valko tries to shift from where he is laying on top of you, theown over your abdomen, just supporting himself with his elbows as he reads a book from your shelf.

He mumbles a quiet apology, settling back down on you, putting his weight down just slightly.

You lean back down, a packet of chips in your hand with other little snacks scattered all over the bed, some left over fried chicken and noodes getting cold on the nightstand and the constant pressure of the wolf on your body.

It's the picture of perfect contentment, so unlike your morning, waking up to Valko staring you down, telling you that you smelled metalic. You had thought he was joking, your periods wouldn't be coming for another week or so, yet Valko was a way better period predictor than any app.

Lunch date plans had been instantly cancled and food ordered in, you spent almost all of your day in bed, munching on one thing or another and complaining about pain.

And best of all, Valko is too warm, the constant, steady pressure of him lounging on your belly is enough that any other heating pad feels useless.

His tail thumps side-to-side from your chest to knees, causing another ticklish distraction from the constant cramping, his ears twitch in the direction of the speakers that shuffeled your playlist, softly humming along to the song.

Neither of your speaks unless it's to pass food or drinks, you lull in-and-out of sleep soon enough from the rhythmic slaming on his fuzzy tail, focusing on the ceiling above your head, at the lights you have dimmed since they were annoying your eyes.

Ice cream. When Valko is done being a heating pad, you'll have him get you some ice cream. And your mind already plans for dinner, maybe you could make some instant noodles when the cramps lessen. The idea sounds perfect, this moment seems perfect, if only you had more chocolate.

"Dogs shouldn't have chocolate." You whisper, not realising you've said it aloud.

"Good thing I'm not a dog." Valko whispers back, his free hand massaging your abdomen under his when he heard it rumble, "Thinking about food? We just ate."

Your ears turn crimson at the realization that he's heard you and at his touch, wiggling slightly under him, "Don't judge, food basically doesn't count with how much iron I'm losing this week."

"Steak for dinner, then? That'll get you up."

"The ramen, hidden in the back of the upper drawer."

Valko laughs, setting his book down on the bed, "Who are you hiding ramen from?" Focusing his attention on you, though he doesn't move, still providing heat.

"Me..."

The wolf snorts, earning a hit on the face with the pillow you laid on, producing a comical "THWACK" sound.

"That's for making me think about steak and ramen together."

"We could make that."

"No, you."

"Princess' gonna make me work all alone?"

"Mmhmm, but don't move now, I still need warm."

Valko hums after your little back-and-forth, his head rested on his crossed arms as he looks at you snacking, so focused on your food right now and the dinner that was hours away.

"Anything else Princess wants?" His tone comes out teasing, flicking at you with his bushy tail.

You catch it before it can smack at you, humming as you think. "You should take notes. Some ice cream, and then—

[littlestw01f]

“Oh God”

Rafayel/Sylus drabble

A/N: make way, make way, desk imma be banged on coming through!!!!

(smut warning)

Rafayel

Your body tenses up, your cunt clenching rythemicly around his cocks.

You are on your back, legs locking around his waist, digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper inside your cunt, as if it was possible.

His cocks kiss your cervix with each thrust, stretching you impossibly wide.

Eyes roll back, back arching. His goans fill your ears, face buried in your breasts as he does. Hands exploring your body.

His fingers toy with your clit and you cry out, “Oh God!”

He chuckles, biting your neck playfully.

“Yes, my beautiful devotee, cry for me.”

Sylus

Face pressed into soft dirt you let out painful sound of pleasure

Pathetic little “Ah- ah- ah-” mixed with his grunting.

You can’t breathe, at the force he takes you with, his cocks fill you completely, feeling them rub together on the muscles that separated your entrances.

His claws dig into your hips, leaving bloody trails as he drags them down your thighs.

A mewl leaves your lips at the feeling, “Oh God!”

A chuckle, then a claw grips your throat tight, voice a rough growl. Animalistic.

“There is no God here.”

[littlestw01f]

His Home

A Sylus drabble

A/N: Don't mind me just moving the furniture into my new house >.<

His hands always smell like soap when you see him, your favourite kind.

You love his hands, pressing your nose into him to inhale his smell, mixed with the soap.

They touch you so gently, that you would never guess how brutally they handled a deal right before you said you were coming over.

The Onychinus base was a blood bath but you’d never know that.

He holds you close, his rough hands soft in your hair as you sit together on his bed, you tell him about the gift vouchers you won at a random event at a mall. How you can go win bigger plushies in return, how you two should totally go together. While cuddling a crow plushie to your body, one he only brought out for you.

His hands are all over you, from your hair to your cheeks to neck, over your arms, waist, hips, down to your thighs and gripping your calves. He just enjoys touching you.

His hands hold you like you are his world—because you are—his most precious treasure. Something he needs to protect from how he is when you’re not there.

His hands smell like soap to drown out the coppery tang of blood. His hands smell like soap to drown out the monster he is, the one that’s needed to survive in the N109 zone.

His hands are clean when you are near, and so is his soul. You are all he needs, there is no guilt or pain as long as you look up at him, smiling, with those eyes of yours meeting his, chatting animated about anything and everything.

You can’t sit still, that’s his only complaint, but his bed is big enough for you to be rolling about as you talk. Though when he’s had enough, red and black mists shoot out, making you sit in his lap so he can bury his face in your chest, feeling the racing of your heart at the closeness.

He loves how you react to him, how you lean into him—makes him feel like you need him just as much as he needs you.

Everything else is just a building, walls, bricks, cement. You are home, you are his heart. The only one who gets to see his eyes soften.

You tell him you love how pretty his eyes are, they soften further, because he knows they’re only pretty for you. All for you. All of him is yours.

All his lives, every single one of them. You came to him, naturally drawn, your spirits kindred. You were meant to be. Your wrists hum and lock against each other by your own bodies, how they sense you belong together.

How perfect you are that he would risk everything, his own life included, for you. To see your smile, to see the way your eyes light up.

This place is yours. As you bury yourself in his chest, feeling his own heart race for you. His body covers yours fully.

To protect you, to keep you safe.

His hands always smell like soap when you see him, your favourite kind. Because he wants you to feel at home the way he does when he’s in your mere presence

[littlestw01f]

Flowers

Sylus drabble

a/n: I remember how much this desk chair made people cry 👉👈

The N109 zone wasn’t for flowers. No matter how hard Sylus tried, he couldn’t make them grow.

All he wanted was to remind you of your life when you were with him, and he knew how much you still loved your flowers. He wanted to give you the world.

But the flowers wouldn’t grow. No matter how hard he tried, they never bloomed.

“They just don’t bloom at this time.”

But the time never came.

You found his secret garden before it was ready, before it could ever be ready.

Baren lands don’t bear flowers. They don’t bear hope. You’d heard him whisper.

When he found you there, the look in his eyes might haunt you forever—the sadness in them, fear, embarrassment—that he couldn’t bear you flowers.

The next day, you show up at the base with your hands behind your back and a gentle smile on your face.

When you are alone, you bring your hands forward. And Sylus laughs, he tilts his head back and laughs, rich, joyous, deep, tears lining those crimson eyes of his from the roar.

Paper origami flowers. Fucking paper.

You approach him, “Would you like some flowers?” You ask in a soft whisper, sitting on the sofa beside him, legs thrown over his.

His breath hitches when you pin a red flower above his left ear, smiling.

“I don’t need you to recreate Tarus City for me, Sy. You are my Tarus City.”

[littlestw01f]

Okay there are so many good ones but I have it, I must have missed it the first time I went through them but n. 51 with Sylus🥺

51. slow dancing

With Sylus

Prompt list

A/N: 💃<- this you?

A massive ballroom isn't some place that the Boss on Onhichinus frequented. Most people couldn't even get a glimps of the alleged CEO—Mafia boss, depending on which rumour you heard—as he prides himself in his secrecy, holding his meetings in the secret rooms overhead.

But, it is where you twirl, partner-to-partner as the evening progresses, you are a complete opposit to your partner-in-crime, more of a people person than a hundred Sylus combined.

So it comes as a surprise when you change partners and it's those rough hands that catch your waist, the crimson eyes you know so well burning into you as the live band teansitions into a slower tune, the light dimming as the crystal chandelier seems to reflect only on you.

"I've been watching a while..." Sylus curls into you, almost caging, as the words whisper in your ear, his warm breath forcing you to turn your head away just slightly, his hair brushing the nape of your neck. "Should I build you a place to dance at the base?"

You look up, eyes reflecting the sparkles of the chandelier as you bring your arm to his shoulders, feeling him pull you closer, "Will you hire people to dance at your whim as well?"

"They already do." His eyes crinkle behind the rimless glasses perched on his nose, a smirk on his lips showing a deal won. "I'll dance at yours."

The words catch you breathless, or perhaps it was the sudden twirl before the Boss of Onhichinus brings you in closer, his hand firm on the small of your back with a touch of a claim that quietens the entire room, leaving only him at your sight, "I didn't enjoy watching you in the arms of others. They don't understand you like I do."

"Is Sylus jealous?" You tease, your face presses in his ruby red suit—matching your dress—and you feel the hand lacing with yours tightened.

"And if I am?" The Boss whispers, his hand possessively resting on you, "Will you shower only me with you affection then? No one else."

Your breath hitches in your throat at those words, Sylus despises beating around bushes the most, yet his directness still catches you off guard, "What have you done to earn it?"

"I've claimed you as mine, in front of all." Sylus spoke with conviction, turning you to keep you back-to-chest, so you can finally see. Only the two of you still remain dancing, the rest of the crowd is left standing still, watching the man they've only heard rumours about, stepping out of the darkness to stake his claim on the woman he's been eyeing from it.