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singer!reader, guitarist!till, sexual tension on stage, performing together, suggestive, gender neutral reader

song inspired — judas ( guitar cover )

something about till playing his guitar to a thousand people who cheered, screamed, voices calling him while he is on stage, eyes fixated on yours,

fingers moving with precision and meaning every glance he stole.

with no intention of scaring you away, white strands of hair sticking to his forehead before he catches you staring, microphone touching the soft of your lips as you whispering to the device, the voice of who made him almost instinctively lick his own

feet moving as if there was no one else performing there, just the two of you, a slow, subtle but sensual dance,

invisible to others, the intensity in his eyes drowning in the very sight of you, claiming you as his when his breath would hang in the last of each verse.

having you to himself without touching you, without screaming to the world and making you known to them,

one knee to the ground, the other following and as you both surrender yourselves to the lights above the stage, luring you to get under his spell,

till’s guitar would be resting against his chest, fingers fast on the strings as he kneeled in front of you, playing his instrument to make you see him.

voice faltering but returning with more force, you would step forward, glancing down to the man on your feet and running a free hand to your hair, pushing it back when you smoothly bend your body to his direction

whispering the lyrics to what you hold firmly on your hand, gaze never wavering or backing away from till’s, who looked back at you through his eyelashes

tilting his neck up, he would play with such devotion, drops of water from his body to the fabric of his clothes, worshipping the ground you walked on and making the stage your kingdom.

him, watching you reciprocate with the same intensity, smirked more to himself than you, the corners of his lips going up ever so slightly as he tilted his head to the side,

eyeing you, mostly sizing you up, loyal to the rytmh you were going for and so damn sure the lights were on you, ethereal and so close for him to reach,

letting the main chorus in, you would take a breath, more of a chuckle, watching him not bothering to look at how his own hand worked on the guitar, "keeping up with me, yeah?"

"always," flashing you a light grin, the white-haired one would not get up just yet, "unless you don't want me to."

"no," it was quick to leave your mouth, muttering that single sentence in silence, but with a hint of desperation. "it's good, i like it,"

"just surprised to see you like..."

sparing you an answer, till smirked when getting himself up first in one leg, body used to the thrill and loud cheering, the strong drums on the background when he got the other,

off the ground, but not that he was bothered to stay on his knees for you.

painfully smooth to your eyes as he lifted the guitar and sent a single last sound on the air, piercing through the sound of your voice, echoing around the stadium and shaking emotions you secretly was scared about,

scared, but never of him. the fall would be worth it, that was what you were certain of.

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character : ivan

contains : fluff, teasing, waist-grabbing, nwlnw, not for fem-aligned public, suggestive, interrupting ivan's training.

deliberately, you would tip-toe to the white room, minimalist drawings and patterns on the walls when you breathed, exhaled and started to hold it in, certain that nothing would distract ivan from his daily training sessions

wood-made, the floor beneath the quiet of your steps would be on your side today, not even a single crack being heard when you got to stand behind the owner of the hypnotizing,

yet, deep voice that almost distracted you from the whole focus of why you came to his room during busy hours,

ivan was wearing something specifically intriguing today.

normally, you wouldn't mind, his physique would make all clothing he ever put on look gorgeous and ivan was used to the staring,

of course, the only eyes he would get flustered to were yours, which seemed to accentuate his every curve and today was no different

with your tongue hanging next to your lips with a smile resting there, the tip of your fingers tingling with excitement for the forbidden, you reached out below the man's torso slowly,

a silent ‘gotcha’ surging with the soft hum of the air conditioner on the room, fingers gently taking the shape of ivan’s waist in, now, your palms

your back straightened when your gaze moved, watching how ivan relaxed under the touch of your fingers and the small, almost imperceptible spasms of slight shock when you tightened your grip on both sides of his waist

smooth, even his outfit couldn't hide how perfect he was to grab, your fingers dancing on the edges as your chest was pressed against his back

chuckling, ivan would breath out to the caress going down to his hips now, pretending that he would let it go unnoticed when everything you wanted was a reaction from him

not turning to face your amused smirk at his features softening to the feeling of your gaze watching him, ivan’s voice would find its way to him, ‘hello there,’ leaving his lips, mostly staring at the wall, having a break from his training, ‘thought’ you were busy?’

‘mh, wanted to see you,’ is what you replied, fingertips pressing down on the fabric as you inhaled ivan’s fragrance without leaning forward, ‘you should wear those more.’

upon your words, ivan’s smile turned to a smirk, tilting his head back, ‘oh,’ the realization of it getting to him, his tone with a harmless teasing, ‘why that?’

for once, you would bite down on your lip, asking yourself about what you would say and how ivan would see it as. after much of internal dialogue, you mumbled out, ‘showin’ your curves more,’ silence, before you let it all out, ‘i like your waist.’

ivan’s body reacted to the possessive grip on him, his gaze going to places known to both, smiling down to where you had further touched him countless nights before.

your nails brushing against ivan’s pants, playing with the small belt holding them when ivan gently pushed his devices away from him, his earphones off and placed on the table to his right side,

warm, strong hands involving yours when ivan encouraged you to not keep your desires at bay, the soft fabric of his clothes under your palms.

whispering, ivan had no tiredness in his voice to come to a sudden conclusion of resting with you, looking at you over his shoulder, ‘i should take a break.’

‘you should,’ you whispered back, a warmness spreading on your chest before a hint of something more intimate flashed in your eyes, ‘sorry for disturbing today. i’ll make it up for you.’

ivan’s voice reached your ears, low but slight mocking when not losing its caring, ‘aw, don't worry,’ hands making you take yours off him before turning to you, his thumb on your lower lip, ‘you will.’

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imagining rn mango bill (i'm going to call him human bill here because i think i'll sound stupid i say mango bill to describe him haha) (also please forgive me if my english or grammar is shit, this is not my first language)

human bill! where the two of you go to a party, there's all types of things. human eyeball cocktails with silly straws, drugs made out of decayed planets and universes, a poker table made from many different organs shaped into poker chips.

human bill! where the two of you split up for a moment, you going to the food and drink section to see what's available to munch and bill going to catch up with old friends.

human bill! who talks with his old friends, rambling and communicating about what's been going on lately, what they've destroyed and what has been happening in their respective life.

human bill! who looks in your direction every few minutes, trying to spot you and see what you were doing/if you were alright, to see you having fun before relaxing himself and continuing with his own business.

human bill! where his conversation with his friends ends, so afterwards he goes in search to look for you, only to find you still at the same bar that you've been seated at since the beginning.

human bill! where he talks with you about how you feel about the party, how your night is going so far, is there anything you want to ask him? go ahead. who's shocked when you grab him by the collar and kiss him, allowing a shot of alcohol you took to go down his throat.

human bill! who groans into your lips at the taste of the burning alcohol and the intoxicating taste of your saliva mixed together, heat flowing throw him that burns hotter than a thousand suns.

human bill! who whispers for the two of you to go somewhere more private, quickly taking your hand and heading to one of the bathrooms.

human bill! who quickly shuts and locks the door behind you, lights flickering above the two of you, neon fluorescents barely lighting the dingy bathroom.

human bill! who pins you against the door, kissing you again but harsher this time, hands rapidly pulling your pants down, fingers tightening and practically ripping your underwear apart.

human bill! who turns you so you're facing the door and his chest pressed tightly against your back so you can't move, his hand slipping between your thighs so he can finger you with as much energy as his hands will allow.

human bill! who mumbles how well you're taking his fingers against your throat, pressing kisses into the space where your shoulder and start of your neck meet, muttering something else in your throat that you don't seem to catch.

human bill! who spins you back around after finishing fingering you, licking the remains of your slick off of them. before pulling his own pants down, his cock already smeared in his own pre-cum.

human bill! who holds you against the door, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist and hips, not long before sinking you onto his cock, fully.

human bill! who fucks you against that same door, hands wrapped so tightly around your hips that you're definitely sure that there will be bruises and marks tomorrow.

human bill! who marks you, sucking his name into various parts of your skin, writing naughty (illuminaughty) things into your body with his own language branded by his teeth, scratches and nail marks over your body so you have something to admire the next morning.

human bill! who pants and growls into your neck, raking his hands down your back when you sob out his name, his eyes glazing over every time you clench around him which makes him speed up so he can feel it again and so he can hear your choked cries.

human bill! who finishes inside of you right after you, drooling onto your chest from the aftershocks, kissing away the noises that seep out of your mouth into the open air so no one can hear you.

human bill! who regains his stamina and refreshes his libido in an instant, before going at it again, and again, and again... not stopping for anything, even when your legs are trembling against his own and your voice is on the verge of losing it.

human bill! who relishes in the sound of your moans, your sweat and drool coated skin and flesh, the cum, his cum and yours coating the inside of your sticky thighs where your insides are stuffed full of it too.

human bill! who can't get enough of you, who goes at it like a rabbit the very next morning just to remind you how much he loves you (and that body of yours too).

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ANON PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE I ALMOST TEARED UPPPPP I WANT MANGO BILL SO BAD

YOU WOULDN'T SOUND SILLT DON'T YOU WORRY, YOUR GRAMMAR IS FINE! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST EITHER NO JUDGEMENT HERE

OH OHH JUST BEING WITH HIM IN A PARTY WOULD GET ME DIZZY, HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THIS SMUG MF I WOULD PROBABLY DO ALL THAT MDMDNSMDM NOT MYSELF WHEN THE ALCOHOL HITS

me when sex on public places me when when me wh

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH GHHHHHGGHH HIS FINGERS WOULD FEEL SOOOO GOOD AND BEING PINNED AGAINST THAT DOOR? 🥴🥴

ILLUMINAUGHTY HELP THE BOOK REFERENCEMSMSDNSMMS

now let me tell you anon, if he marked my body with things wrote on it, it's peaky for me. better than hickeys. i remember that one fic where bill 'marks' reader, calling them his slut or whore and mmhmm m goosebumps

HE WOULD HAVE STAMINA AND I DON'T MIND GOING FOR HOURS LIKE HEY? PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT

drooling and being pounded dumb by him god how i wanted that, your writing is SOOO OH MY GOD

possessive billmmmhhh WOULDN'T MIND BEING TAKEN ON THE MORNING I LOVE HIM THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS BILL JUSTICE ANON

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sigh wishing for a sfw scenario where ford or nikolai keeps rubbing my back, soothing all the stress away and telling me that i'm doing a great job :(

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gravity falls,

submissive stanford, smallfic, +18.

older!stanford not taking you, smallfic, +18.

young!stanford being desperate, smallfic, +18.

rambling about early morning sex with stanford, +18.

rambling about first time with young!stanford, +18.

mirror fucking with stanford pines, +18.

period sex with bill cipher, +18.

hazbin hotel,

submissive!lucifer headcanons, smallfic, +18.

dom!lucifer and headcanons, smallfic, +18.

bungou stray dogs,

rambling about thigh riding with nikolai, +18.

drug usage and size kink with nikolai, +18.

more fandoms to come.

 

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OH MY GOD????? THANK YOU FOR THAT ILL READ IT RIGHT TF NOW

hear me out on bill cipher melting when you call him a good boy hearme out on him having a mommy kink HEAR ME OU *gunshot*

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not taking requests right now, maybe someday!

minors please don't interact with nsfw posts, i will block you. :c

and if you enjoy the sfw scenarios, if possible, block the ' .  ◟⠀ 𖩨  c. nsfw ㅤ' tag to not see the nsfw posts i do!

not writing about characters who are minors, will not age them up.

asks always open to suggestions, talking, just don't be icky (acting all personal and intimate with me about nsfw stuff, not about a character) and we will be good!

do not want to engage with any that has to do with rapekink, noncon and minor x adult content, even if i myself write about dark content, those are not included and nor do i feel comfortable with them.

you can vent in my asks if you want to, talk or do anything, sorry if i take too long to answer.

will be updating this with time!

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