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breathe into your well

ivan/till snippet. rated M.

The backseat of Ivan's sleek car wasn't exactly the most spacious option for pinning Till down, but it would have to do for now. Ivan's patience has been tested for years, and now he can finally let loose.

jockemo ivti makeouts. 451 words. might be continued in the future.

The backseat of Ivan's sleek car wasn't exactly the most spacious option for pinning Till down, but it would have to do for now. Ivan's patience has been tested for years, and now he can finally let loose. He's been hard since the moment Till started stammering his way through a confession. There's no way he can wait any longer.

"Mmh, Ivan—" Till breathes, his body going slack the moment Ivan presses his lips to his neck. Ivan doesn't waste any time in introducing his teeth to his kisses, switching between mouthing and biting at the boy underneath him.

"Hm," Ivan hums against bruised skin. He can feel it when Till chokes back a whine at the reverberation. Till is always so expressive, so cute and honest in his actions. Ivan wants to see everything, wants to see him fall apart and beg for more, wants to see him fight back— scream and kick and punch. He wants to see what Till looks like broken, just a doll for Ivan to use.

But he's getting ahead of himself. He always seems to when it comes to Till.

First and foremost, he needs to get Till's shirt off.

He pulls distractedly at the hem of Till's shirt, trying to get him to take the hint while continuing his assault on his throat. When Till doesn't and continues to writhe against the car door, Ivan removes his mouth with an audible pop to say, "Shirt, Till. Want it off."

They both struggle with it for a moment, Ivan pushing Till's shirt up as an excuse to run his hand up Till's abdomen, up his chest and briefly over one of his nipples. Till yelps, surprised, and instinctively knees Ivan in the thigh, making Ivan groan.

"Again?" Ivan asks, breathless. Till looks at him like he's insane. Ivan's pulse speeds up.

"Fucking freak," Till spits, but he doesn't leave. Doesn't punch Ivan and go. He just throws his shirt onto the car floor and pulls Ivan forward by the neck, close enough that their breaths mingle.

"So are you going to kiss me, or what?" Till whispers into the space between them, eyes locked on Ivan's.

Ivan is sure he's starting to drool. God fucking damn.

"Whatever you want," he stutters out dumbly. Till looking at him like this is bound to give him a heart attack. Ivan doesn't know if he can handle it.

Till only laughs at him, brief and beautiful and everything, before he molds their mouths together. He moves cautiously at first, giving Ivan time to come back to his senses. Then, once he does, Till huffs against his lips and tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

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tearing apart jock ivan's brain + making confetti out of it or smth

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i just can't live with myself (snippet)

ivan character study drabble. angst, modern au, no warnings. 161 words.

The house is as silent as it usually is when Ivan gets home.

He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and robotically goes through the motions of removing his shoes and placing them in the cupboard. Seconds pass as Ivan stares at the closed shoe closet, reflected by the faint ticking of a grandfather clock.

This is supposed to be getting easier, he thinks.

The marbled furniture sits there unaffected, mockingly polished. His own dark eyes are almost impercepitbly mirrored back at him.

He doesn't move. He can't, really.

Whether it be out of extreme egotism or some sickening form of self sabotage, Ivan can't physically pull himself away from the sight.

Was this how Narcisuss felt? Frozen in place by his own gaze? Entirely awed by the dullness in his eyes, disgusted with whatever he saw in them? Or, perhaps, what he didn't see?

The clock chimes to announce the hour. Ivan turns and finally makes his way in.

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practice makes perfect

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ivan/till. alternate universe- highschool, getting together, practice kissing.

rated T. 3,233 words. 1/1. no warnings apply.

summary:

"You've never gone out with anyone," he says matter-of-factly. Which, well— technically Ivan is right. Till's never properly gone out with anyone. As long as he's not counting the faux wedding he and Ivan had when they were small children, that is. Ivan had paraded them around the neighborhood after, hand in hand, proclaiming himself as Till's wife. "Just because I've never dated anyone doesn't mean I haven't kissed anyone," Till grumbles. "But you haven't, right?"

Ivan offers to help Till practice kissing. Surely nothing else will come of it.

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grinding gears

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ivan/till. alternate universe- modern setting, college/university. dating apps, crack treated seriously.

rated E. 5,597 words. 1/4.

summary:

There is a possibility that Till is currently at the lowest moment of his life. This is what he thinks, at least, as his thumb hovers over the download button of the Grindr app. He's not desperate, or he tells himself he's not, but the world decides to prove Till wrong as his phone prompts him to confirm the download with face ID.

Till, after having an earth shattering sexuality crisis, downloads Grindr in a horny daze. Lucky for him, he meets just the right guy— Navi.

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inevitability

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ivan/till. high school, coming of age, fluff, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers.

rated T. 4,189 words. 1/1. no warnings apply.

summary:

They lay there together in the slightly damp grass, breaths coming in pants. Till's eyes find themselves fixed on the sky above, at the expanse of twinkling stars. He shudders as a memory flashes through his mind. "Do you remember when we snuck out to watch that meteor shower together?" Ivan asks softly, voicing Till's thoughts out loud. It's so weird when he does that, sometimes. It's like he knows exactly what Till is thinking, even when Till himself doesn't yet. This time, though, Till can't help but think that it's sweet that they were thinking the same thing.

With the end of high school upon him, Till can't help but worry about whether or not Ivan will remain in his life going forward.

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it's my heart that you're stealing (chapter six)

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ivan/till. rated E. 21,553 words. 6/7.

chapter excerpt:

It isn’t normal to obsess over your best friend to the point that all you can draw is his micro-expressions. Till knows that, okay? He knows that, and yet he still can't stop. Every time he puts pencil to paper, every damn time he tries to draw, his brain is muddled and overtaken by dark eyes and a charming snaggletooth. It's all he can produce at this point, and he doesn't even know if he wants to stop. He likes drawing Ivan, alright? Is there something wrong with that? Is it so wrong for Till to want to memorize every line of Ivan's face, every curve and dip of his body? Is it so wrong to want to shape it into something permanent and two dimensional? To show others the beauty that lies within every inch of Ivan? Fuck. He's going crazy. He has to be.