tether.

ko-fi ✮⋆˙ books

sylus

valko

pennywise

simon ghost riley

roman godfrey

patrick bateman

eric draven

phillip graves

all original characters if you want! sirens? fae? underworld madness?

vampire!toji? demon!ghost? carny!gojo?

you're pushing your brown tortoise-shell glasses up, toying with your hands in your lap as you watch gojo struggle with the math equation. 'no. like this. look,' you go on, trying to explain it better to him, but he cannot focus on anything besides you.

he's nearly blushing, toying nervously with the backwards baseball cap on his head, your coconut and vanilla perfume making him want to whimper as he leans back in the brown chair.

he doesn't even need this much help. if you weren't the cutest, most gorgeous special girl in the world, he'd be able to focus all of his energy on the math problem before him on the library table and not on how he wants to ask you out on a date. the idea of kissing you seems far too extreme to even consider, but when he's looking at your pretty lips, it momentarily floats through his mind, his pupils dilating as he wipes his damp palms on his pants.

luckily, one of your friends stops by to say hello, and he quickly finishes the math equation by the time she's walking off. 'is that good?' he asks.

you're looking at the paper and nodding. 'yeah! you got it!' you gush, almost wanting to wrap your arms around him, your cheeks heating at the thought of it. you find him so hot.

141 is waiting on the tarmac for her, Simon doing his best to stay put and be composed. Their stomachs start to drop as medical staff rush the plane as it lands, and soldiers begin to pour out, more injured than not. They still don't see her, and pray she's not one of the lifeless figures under a sheet being carried out. Finally, Graves himself emerges, carrying an unconscious and very bloodied Reader. Simon loses his cool then and goes to snatch her from Graves.

More angst and hurt ensue, but comfort eventually comes when she's patched up and finally opens her eyes

Wow that was long, sorry. Thank you, if you decide to take this one! <3

the amount of cigarettes he's smoked and bottles of whiskey he's consumed are surely enough to have caused damage, but not nearly enough if you're gone forever.

standing there on the tarmac, the clouds hanging overhead are heavy with nervousness and grief, as if you are so special that even the elements are affected by your wounds. anyone speaking to him only makes his fists clench tighter and his body more tense. he wishes everyone would just shut the fuck up because no one is telling him anything useful. he needs to know you are safe. he needs to know your heart is beating. all he can do is pray for you; beg the divine creator of this world to take some of his health and life force and give it to you, as he does not need it all. all he needs is you.

graves is tormented. he's had to see you bloody and pale. your wounded, unconscious body in his arms sending his mind and body spiraling into regret. you'll always be special to him, and holding your lifeless form will be the beginning of his night terrors. this is all his fault. fuck. and he knows ghost is waiting for you.

ghost sees graves first, his eyes on his boots. and then he sees your hair. your body in his arms. and he's running. reaching for you, tears springing free. 'what happened to her?! what have you done?!'

'she was shot, ghost. she lost a lot of blood.' for the first time ever, his voice is distant. both of the men sounding foreign to each other as your pain has them outside of their bodies.

ghost is holding you, sobbing. 'no..no...' as graves' warnings don't register in his hearing.

your ex is covered in your blood, looking down at his trembling hands. his ego tries to take a kick at ghost's, and ghost growls, ready to unalive him, until the familiar arms, scent, and voice stir you awake, your pulse quickening. 'ghost,' you breathe, your voice a strained whisper. you're blinking him into view, almost wanting to smile, but your body is too weak. 'don't be mad at him, ghost. he saved me. i could feel it. he stopped the blood...'

valko x inexperienced!reader ♡ treats for wolfie.

you're on your knees before him, looking into his warm gaze with desire and need laced through yours. 'teach me how to please you, valko,' you beg softly, running your tongue over the hard shape of him over his jeans. your fluffy rug soft beneath your bones.

he practically stutters; his knees nearly tremble. 'ok,' he breathes, reaching down to caress your head. 'if that's what you want to do.'

you're nodding. 'yes, i want to.' you're salivating at the sight of your sexy boyfriend. it's all you ache for - to please him. he is written in your soul.

he's unbuttoning his pants. freeing his aching, thick cock from his briefs. your eyes widening softly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. gods, he's so much bigger than you were expecting him to be, and it's making your pussy even wetter.

he touches your cheek softly, nearly smiling. ‘give him a kiss.'

you wrap your hands around his thighs, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of him, smiling. he moans a breathy sound, his eyes closing. 'can i taste you more, valko?'

he nods. you run your tongue over the flushed, leaking tip, wrapping your mouth around him and sucking softly. he groans. 'fuck, baby.'

you're so gentle, and he's so in love. your name and touch imprinted on his soul. 'feels good?' you muse, swallowing down his mild and fresh taste. licking your lips.

he's nodding. your hands softly cupping his full balls. 'can i kiss them, too?' you ask, pressing a kiss to his thigh.

'you can do whatever you want to me,' he breathes, looking down at you. 'i trust you so much.'

you’re kissing his balls softly. running your tongue over them in little licks. ‘take me into your mouth, baby,’ he begs, the rest of him aching for you.

you wrap your mouth around the head, and he grabs your face softly, pushing you deeper. ‘hollow your cheeks out.’

you do as he tells you, and he thrusts softly into your mouth, using you shallowly. ‘just like that,’ he praises, a deep groan escaping him. you’re bobbing your head on him, meeting his movements. and he pulls back to look down at you. ‘you ok?’ he asks.

you’re smiling and nodding. ‘you taste nice, valko. want more.’

he moans. pressing a searing kiss to your lips. ‘my girl,’ he beams.