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Ivantill, facesitting, overstimulation, optional blood
Date: 2024-10-19 03:33 am (UTC)Re: Ivantill, facesitting, overstimulation, optional blood
Date: 2024-10-28 03:34 am (UTC)https://x.com/kaminaminom/status/1850741914196214039?s=46&t=CE0dqewS3TfuFJ0ltiZUOg
Re: Ivantill, facesitting, overstimulation, optional blood
From:Ivantill, first time, overstimulation, praise kink
Date: 2024-10-19 05:03 am (UTC)Ivantill, beating the fuck out of each other
Date: 2024-10-20 02:35 am (UTC)Re: Ivantill, beating the fuck out of each other
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-10-27 10:23 am (UTC) - ExpandTillIvan, T4T, Pegging, Ivan gets fucked stupid, also musk kink bc Ivan is a Freak
Date: 2024-10-22 09:44 am (UTC)Another prompt I conjured up involves Till starting on hormones and Ivan becomes obsessed with his scent, to the point where he can cum just from licking his sweat and huffing his pits. He's a freak like that.
Honestly do anything with t4t Till and Ivan and my life is yours. I am so so desperate for content.
Re: TillIvan, T4T, Pegging, Ivan gets fucked stupid, also musk kink bc Ivan is a Freak
Date: 2025-05-19 12:53 am (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/65675524
IVANTILL, GENITAL/SEX CHANGE, MAYBE W BREEDING/PREGNANCY KINK
Date: 2024-10-22 09:22 pm (UTC)Re: IVANTILL, GENITAL/SEX CHANGE, MAYBE W BREEDING/PREGNANCY KINK
Date: 2024-11-08 12:56 am (UTC)(1/2) haiiii lotta talking here but just trust me they WILL get to the fireworks factory
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“Till.”
Till squeezes his eyes tightly, hoping his roommate with his aggressive spearmint breath and commitment to punctuality will simply disappear.
“Till. Wake up. We have Russian.”
Of course they do. Every weekday at 8 a.m. they have Russian because Ivan tricked him into taking it with him.
As much as it sucks being woken up early every morning, beginner language classes are a requirement to graduate and they’re all at the ass crack of dawn. Russian is just fucking hard and Ivan was “almost positive” Mizi was taking it too.
By the time Till found out she wasn’t, it was too late to transfer out. Ivan still insists he was doing Till a favor because ‘Sua is starting to get territorial’, whatever that means.
All Till knows, mind still foggy from sleep, is that he is very justified in shoving Ivan out of his face.
Once he shifts his legs to sit up, though, the irritation Ivan causes him is background noise compared to a much more pressing issue. There was a disturbing lack of movement between his legs when he changed positions.
Patting down the front of his sweatpants, Till chokes to find his suspicions confirmed. Nothing.
“What the hell…”
“What is it?” Ivan asks. “Did you wet the bed?”
“Fuck off,” Till mumbles, not in any state to spar with the guy. Halfway to delirious, he gets to his feet which only makes that weird phantom sensation between his legs all the more concrete. “Something’s wrong,” he breathes out. This doesn’t make any fucking sense. “I gotta go see someone.”
“Who?”
“Can you just—Go away, let me get dressed.”
Till doesn’t get why Ivan’s hanging around. Once he’s actually up, Ivan usually leaves to get them both coffee which is actually nice. Though he probably only does it so Till will stop being mad at him.
Russian is the last thing on his mind when moves around and there’s nothing hanging there, just a weird empty feeling inside. He drops his pants anyway, trying not to think about it, with his back to Ivan and pressing his legs together in case the guy’s still hovering. It feels so fucking weird, like he’s soft and molten liquid in there.
“Till,” Ivan begins, like he wants to talk about something serious. Why is he still here?
“What?” Till hisses.
“Are you feeling alright?”
He’s making Till anxious, and for what? What’s he getting out of this?
“What’re you asking me that for?” he growls.
“Well, there’s a full length mirror a few feet to your right, and in it, I can see that you have neither a dick nor balls.” Till yelps and puts his hands over his crotch, not even daring to look. “I’m pretty sure you had both before.”
Ivan’s tone is utterly neutral as he lays out the situation in blunt terms, like it’s perfectly normal to wake up with your junk just gone.
“I couldn’t see through your pubic hair,” he continues, gallingly. “Do you have a vulva now, or just nothing?”
Sputtering, Till tugs on boxers as fast as possible so he can turn and yell at Ivan. “Why the hell were you looking?”
“What happened to your dick and balls?”
Throwing his hands out to the sides, he shouts, “Do you think I fucking know!?”
“Just relax, Till. Let’s think this through,” Ivan says calmly.
Too calmly. How the hell can he be calm about a thing like this? What if it’s contagious? He could wake up with a pussy tomorrow too if he’s not careful. Till laughs, feeling crazed. He’d love to see how calm Ivan would be then.
“What’s to think through?” he spits back.
“Who did you intend to go see? The school nurse?” Ivan asks, his voice rich with condescension. That’s exactly who Till had been planning to see. Glowering, he lets Ivan keep talking. Admittedly, his own plans don’t often work out the way he'd like. “They’d likely assume you’re a trans man suffering from psychosis. Do you want to end up in a psych ward?”
“No, I don’t want to end up in a psych ward! Who the hell else am I gonna see?”
“I don’t know,” Ivan replies, sitting at his desk. “Let’s research the problem and see if it’s happened before.”
It’s with great reluctance that Till sits beside Ivan as he opens his laptop and prepares to type “woke up dick and balls gone” into his browser or whatever it is he thinks will lead them to a solution here.
He pauses first, though, turning to Till. “Just so I understand the situation, it’s not just gone? It's been… replaced?”
It’s his intense eye contact as much as the line of questioning that has Till’s face heating up.
“There’s something there,” he admits after a few moments, focusing his gaze on Ivan’s computer screen instead of his face. “Something inside. I think.”
“Hmm,” Ivan murmurs, patting Till’s bare thigh twice, barely reacting when Till slaps his hand away and snarls. “We’ll just assume for now, but you should really take a closer look.”
Till’s still huffing in indignation when Ivan starts to type in search terms. His first attempt yields so much porn that all Till can think to do is smack him upside the head.
“Really? ‘Man wakes up with a pussy’? You thought that was gonna fix this?”
“I apologize,” Ivan says dryly. “Next time I’ll be sure to ready the fainting couch for you.”
Till’s revving up for a second strike when Ivan holds his hands up and apologizes more sincerely.
“You do have to admit that the problem is fairly pornographic, though,” he adds, trying out different search terms.
“What do you mean?” Till mumbles.
He’s certainly not turned on. It’s gross. Sometimes he can feel his pulse up in there. It’s not that different from feeling his pulse in his dick, except it’s inside him and unfamiliar and weird. And he’s not turned on.
“It’s a common porn trope in written erotica,” Ivan explains, as he pulls up some web pages. “Manga, fan fiction, that sort of thing.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Till asks.
Ivan simply shrugs.
Freak.
Sighing, Till pushes past the freak behavior. “So what do they do about this shit in your manga?”
“I told you it was a porn trope. What do you think?”
“I’m not letting you fuck me,” Till blurts out, just so they’re clear.
Turning, Ivan lifts a thick brow at him. “Did I offer? Awfully presumptuous of you, I’d say.”
Well, good. Neither of them wants that. Till should be relieved, but of course Ivan has to frame it like he’s the loser. It shouldn’t sting, but it does. He must just be feeling extra sensitive because of the stupid bullshit happening to him.
“Let’s think about this logically,” Ivan proposes. “Either there is a powerful medical or… supernatural cause for your predicament. I can’t think of any other means by which you might one day wake up with different genitalia.”
“So, what, some crazy drug or a wizard? Seriously?”
“Do you have a better explanation?” Till doesn’t, but he still rolls his eyes. “The mechanism doesn’t really matter. Let’s assume this happened for a reason and will resolve itself once you figure it out and address it.”
He can’t think of any reason he would need to have a pussy. So far, it’s mostly been a fun new thing for Ivan to humiliate him over, and it’s not like he needed any encouragement there. That’s just a regular Ivan pastime.
“Like what?”
“Maybe you’re supposed to learn how to make girls come. Maybe you upset one by not being able to satisfy her,” Ivan suggests, a faux-innocent smile plastered on his face. “Could that be it?”
Fuming, Till doesn’t even know where to start defending himself. He’s been struck in two sensitive spots at once: there aren’t any fucking girls interested in Till, and he wouldn’t know what to do even if there were.
“That’s not it,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Which part isn’t it?”
“I don’t know how to make girls come, but no girls are mad about that because I’m a fucking virgin. Happy?”
Ivan hums, sounding way too pleased with himself. “Then maybe you’re supposed to learn so you’ll be able to actually land a girl… someday.”
This time, no apology could stop Till from trying to wring Ivan’s neck. Unfortunately, Ivan is stronger than him and has his hands around Till’s wrists in no time.
“You seem terribly frustrated, Till,” he says with a laugh. “When’s the last time you masturbated? Maybe you need release.”
“Fuck off; none of your fucking—”
“You go try to get off, if you can, and I’ll get us coffee, hmm? Use the shower head. Girls love that.”
At that, Till manages to wrench his hands free long enough to slap Ivan, but the bastard just grins and hops to his feet.
“Get me a pastry too!” Till calls after him. He owes him that at least. “Fucking asshole.”
One thing he would never complain about is Ivan’s privilege landing them a double with its own bathroom. The detachable shower handle is so nice that it never even bothered Till that Ivan probably uses it to wash his ass. Of course, now he knows he uses it on girls too or something.
Ivan's so gross. Grabbing rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet, Till douses the shower head in it and then sits down to pee. So fucking humiliating.
It feels weird trickling out of him. Ivan wasn’t wrong that his pubic hair conceals a lot. Parting it and spreading himself apart, Till watches with revulsion as urine spills from him.
Ivan’s rejection smarts again for reasons he doesn’t understand, so he grabs Ivan’s nail scissors and gets into the shower. As the water heats up, he puts one leg up on the notch halfway up the shower wall and starts trimming.
It’s going alright for a while, but as he gets close to the top where the two sides meet, it’s harder to trim freely. Suddenly he yelps, feeling a sharp pain. “Shit!”
“Are you alright in there?” Ivan says through the door.
“Fine!”
How did he get back so fast? The campus center is a good fifteen minute walk.
Quickly, Till detaches the shower handle and starts washing himself all over—his underarms and chest and stomach. Then he aims the spray at the hair he just trimmed and the little cut, cleaning up.
When he tilts it lower, he gasps and has to grab the shower door handle to steady himself. Luckily, Ivan doesn’t say anything this time.
Till’s never felt anything that intense before. Biting his lip to keep any noises in, he focuses the shower head on that spot again, circling his wrist minutely so it’s not as overwhelming.
Still, heat starts to pool low in his gut right away. It almost feels like he has to pee but he knows he doesn’t.
It’s hard to focus his eyes but even that feels good, like he’s on the verge of something but not quite there—that feeling when you’re about to sneeze but not yet.
This is definitely different from jacking off the way he’s used to. It’s all so good until he lets go of the shower handle to try to feel out the slickness building up in there.
Within seconds, he loses his balance, slipping backwards and hitting his head against the clear plastic shower door hard. Dropping the shower head, he moans in pain.
“Till, I’m coming in,” he hears distantly.
He whimpers, “Don’t,” but the door swings open anyway, and then Ivan is opening the shower door, his eyes roaming all over.
“Go ‘way,” Till slurs.
He was so close. He doesn’t want to be seen like this. He’s not even sure what part of himself he’d cover first, if he was able to move fast enough for that.
“You did your best,” Ivan tells him, leaning in to turn off the faucet, “but that was a loud smack. You might be concussed.”
“So, what?” Till grouses. “The nurse now, right?”
“No.”
Ivan brings over one of his big, fluffy towels and kneels down to dry off Till’s legs. He’s too close. Gripping the shower door handle for dear life, Till can barely breathe. Ivan’s touching him through the towel; he doesn’t need to squeeze his ass to dry him off, or cup at his chest.
When one of his hands comes up between Till’s legs to dry him there, he shoves Ivan away, almost falling back and hitting his head again but Ivan grabs him from under his shoulders before he can.
“Be careful,” he says sternly.
“Then stop groping me, you freak.”
“Pardon me for not wanting the water soaking your pubic hair everywhere.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Till spits, feeling judged once again.
“I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” Ivan asks, furrowing his brow. “You weren’t cutting it on my behalf, were you? I hope not. I like your pubic hair.”
“Stop talking,” he hisses, burning in embarrassment.
Ivan is pissing him the fuck off as usual, but Till’s in no state to refuse his help.
Holding him around the hip, Ivan guides him over to his own bed, propping him up with a stack of pillows.
He presents Till with a cup of black coffee and a croissant on a paper plate. “Here.”
Needing his strength, Till accepts, scarfing down the pastry and gulping down the coffee as fast as the temperature will allow.
“You were close, weren’t you? You’re so flushed,” Ivan notes, leaning in close to examine his face. “And your pupils are dilated.”
“Maybe I just really love croissants,” Till mumbles weakly.
Chuckling, Ivan sits back on the bed while Till polishes off his coffee. “Have you read Gogol’s ‘The Nose’?” he asks.
“No?” Till replies, baffled.
“It was our reading for Russian today. Anyway, it’s about a man who wakes up without his nose. The man is obsessed with his rank, but it’s his nose that achieves a high rank with ease. It’s a symbol of his pride, you know—turning one’s nose up at others.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“That could be you and your pussy, Till. You always have to make things harder for yourself but you want love and intimacy, like most everyone else. You’ll always stand in your way, but”—humming, Ivan presses his thighs out to the sides, staring at Till’s slick pussy as his snaggletooth digs into his lip.
“Don’t fucking—That’s gross,” Till complains, but he can’t bring himself to close his legs or shove Ivan away this time.
He feels so exposed and he hates that it’s making him throb hard, having Ivan staring down at him like this.
“I disagree. It’s perfect, soaking wet at the slightest provocation. You can deny yourself all you like, but this doesn’t lie.” Ivan swipes his finger between Till’s lips, stroking upwards, making Till gasp and jerk his hips away.
He gapes in horror as Ivan sucks his finger clean, sighing happily when he’s done.
“You’re a freak.”
“Yes, well.” Ivan smiles slyly.
“You said you wouldn’t fuck me,” Till points out, perplexed but not as mad as he should be.
“If you’ll recall, I never said that. Just thought you were being presumptuous.”
Till wonders what difference it makes if Ivan would actually fuck him, but whatever.
“So, what,” he asks, frowning. “You want to?”
“I think you might need to orgasm to move this along. I’d be happy to help.”
Ivan smiles tightly; it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Till's sort of out of it, but even he noticed that Ivan didn’t answer the question. Interesting.
“Yeah, alright. Thanks, man,” he says, smiling back just as superficially. “You’re a good friend.”
That phony smile on Ivan’s lips falters. Very fucking interesting.
Re: IVANTILL, GENITAL/SEX CHANGE, MAYBE W BREEDING/PREGNANCY KINK
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2025-09-09 05:50 am (UTC) - ExpandMizisua body worship
Date: 2024-10-23 01:22 am (UTC)Tillivan, omegaverse, stalking
Date: 2024-10-25 07:30 am (UTC)Till's secondary gender is up to you!!
Re: Tillivan, omegaverse, stalking
Date: 2024-11-21 10:33 pm (UTC)Here you go. I went kind of light on the stalking. Hope it’s fine that there isn’t yet explicit sex.
Acorn/Till, hatefucking
Date: 2024-10-25 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-26 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-11-19 06:24 am (UTC)hold on there pardner.. no need for gun, lukatill noncon is a-ok >:3c
(1/2) warning for noncon drugging and i also added a ton ivti drama and made it a college AU, hope that's alright
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
It’s too soon to see him again. Till thought he’d be ready, but he isn’t. Across the table, on the opposing couch, Ivan sits talking to Mizi. Now that he’s older, he can see that she always did prefer Ivan to him, but it feels intentional that he’d be talking to her—rubbing it in, since he’d stopped imposing on Till directly.
Like he’s trying to say, I don’t need you; you need me. Like hell Till does.
What he needs is a fucking drink.
When he gets to the kitchen, it’s empty except for Luka, Hyuna’s… something. It’s never been made clear to Till what exactly they are at this point. It’s not like it’s any of his business anyway.
Luka smiles at him with his sleepy eyes and that creepy cat-like smile, holding a red solo cup out to Till. “I made myself a drink but Hyuna has one for me already. Would you like it?”
He’s never liked Luka, always too perfect and calm not to be some kind of psycho. Till shouldn’t accept the drink in case it’s full of spit or poison or whatever, but at the moment he hardly cares if it is.
Sighing, he replies, “Sure, whatever,” and takes it, peering inside to make sure there’s no phlegm floating at the top.
“Ah-ha. Well, enjoy. You may want to water it down… it’s probably too strong for you.” With a smug smile, he leaves Till there to process that.
The fuck does that mean?
When he takes a sip, though, he gets the joke. It’s plain fucking orange juice.
Pissed, Till chugs half to make room for vodka. He’s pouring it in when Hyuna’s friend Dewey enters in search of more beer.
“Woah, careful there, little guy,” he says, clapping Till on the back.
He’s the exact opposite of Luka—friendly, outgoing, a total open book. Also big and strong as hell. Under normal circumstances, Till might be glad to see him, but today, he just grumbles and fills his cup ‘til it tastes like paint thinner.
Still, he follows Dewey back out and sits between him and Hyuna. Amidst their chatter, Till feels insulated enough to drink, trying not to look over to Mizi and Ivan.
He quickly fails, finding Ivan already looking back with an indecipherable expression before averting his gaze. Till looks away too, pissed at the way Ivan’s instantly smiling and laughing again with Mizi, like they’re laughing at him.
He catches Luka looking at him too, and when he does, Luka shoots him a smile that makes his skin crawl. Only his lips move; his eyes stay exactly the same. Freak.
Staring down into his drink, Till wonders why he even bothered coming out. Everyone obviously prefers Ivan to him, and Ivan knows it.
Leaving him alone is the bare minimum—Ivan doesn’t get points for that, especially not when he’s going about it like this. He could’ve taken some goddamn space. Till can’t get the feeling of Ivan’s hands around his neck out of his mind.
Worse, somehow, was the way he faltered when Till demanded to know why the hell he did that, what he was even doing there. Ivan of all people doesn’t falter. Till’s known him since they were kids—had he ever hesitated before? When he followed Till around wordlessly, or started fistfights with him, or stole his things?
Of course not. It didn’t make any sense to him, and Ivan’s barely ever made any sense, so the fact that he couldn’t even make up some bullshit excuse or laugh it off was just so fucked.
Guzzling down the rest of his drink, Till gets to his feet and stumbles to the kitchen.
Is he that drunk already? He should’ve eaten lunch today.
Or maybe it’s good to be so blitzed he doesn’t have to think about this stuff anymore, the edges of his consciousness blurring. More of this would be even better, he thinks.
He grabs the bottle of vodka and tries to undo the cap, but he’s swaying and it slips out of his hands, clunking loudly against the floor. When he leans down to pick it up, Till slips in the rapidly growing puddle and falls back, hitting his head.
His vision flashes white and he’s out, at least for a few moments. When he comes to, Hyuna’s looking down at him.
“He was drinking a lot,” Dewey is saying.
Was he? It was only a few shots.
Till’s never passed out from a few shots before. He tries to tell them that, but the words come out garbled.
With a grimace, Hyuna says to Dewey, “Help me get him to my room. We’ll change his clothes and just keep an eye, make sure he doesn’t pass out again.”
“You should take him to the hospital.” That sounds like Ivan. Delirious, Till laughs.
Like Till can afford a hospital visit just for getting too drunk. Besides, it’s not like Ivan cared about his health when he wrapped his hands around Till’s neck and squeezed. It hurt to swallow for days afterwards.
“We’ve got this handled, Ivan,” Hyuna tells him firmly. “If you wanna be helpful, clean that spill, huh? C’mon.”
Till’s head spins as he’s hoisted onto muscular shoulders. Dewey’s, not Ivan’s.
He didn’t tell anyone what happened except for Hyuna, because she knew something was up and swore she wouldn’t tell anyone. After what happened to Hyun Woo, she’s always talking about how she considers them all her family. Even if he feels like the black sheep sometimes, he appreciates Hyuna enough to tell her the truth.
She had wanted him to talk it out with Ivan, but if the guy can’t show him the basic courtesy of coming up with an explanation for his behavior, what’s the point?
Soon, Till’s set down on a soft mattress, even though his clothes are soaked through. It’s embarrassing having Hyuna strip him while Dewey passes her clothes, even more so when he notices Luka watching from the doorway. But he trusts her and couldn’t resist even if he didn’t, his body limp like a ragdoll as she pulls gray joggers up over his hips.
She tosses the shirt to the side when her phone buzzes. Till watches drowsily as her brow furrows and she sets her lips in a straight line.
“Damnit,” she says with a sigh. “Isaac ran into trouble at the bar again. I think I’ll need your help, Dewey. Let me get one of the girls to keep an eye.”
“I can do it,” Luka volunteers from the doorway.
“Mmh,” Till grumbles, hoping it conveys that he’d rather one of the girls. Even Sua would be preferable to Luka. But no one pays him any attention.
“Are you sure? He just needs the shirt on and to be watched ‘til I get back.”
“I can do it, Hyuna,” Luka insists.
“Ah… yeah, ‘course. Thank you, Luka.” She smiles tightly before heading out. “Hang in there, Till!”
Once they’re gone, Luka closes the door and then locks it. What the fuck.
“She trusts me, but she shouldn’t.” He saunters over, laying himself at the foot of the bed on his side, his head propped up by his hand as he smiles and watches. “You certainly shouldn’t have.”
“Hngh?” Till slurs, unable to form words. He hadn’t trusted Luka as far as he can remember.
“You don’t even know me. Hopefully, after tonight, you’ll learn not to trust strangers. I imagine you’ll learn a lot of things, a foolish boy like you.”
Luka’s talking too much. Doesn’t he know Till’s had too much to drink? His head hurts; he can’t follow this.
“You bore me immensely, you know,” he continues, examining his nails. “I just like pain. You walk around in such a cloud of it. Nothing bad has even happened to you yet.”
“Fuckoff,” Till manages. Luka has no idea what he’s talking about. He doesn’t know what Till’s been through.
“Oh, right, the choking incident.” He scoffs and Till freezes up. Hyuna promised she wouldn’t tell anyone. “Really, isolating yourself just because you and your boyfriend are too stupid to know how to communicate.”
Ivan’s not his boyfriend. And shouldn’t Luka have put that shirt on him by now? “‘s not—”
“No, he isn’t, is he? He’d like to be, more than anything.” Breathing shallowly, Till sinks deeper into the bed, trying to wrap his mind around what Luka is saying. “You didn’t know? How oblivious can you be?”
It’s all too much at once. Luka shouldn’t know about any of this in the first place.
Ivan wants to be his boyfriend? Why did he sit on top of Till while he was sleeping and wrap his hands around his throat? What does that have to do with being boyfriends? Luka must be crazy.
His sluggish mind is working overtime so he doesn’t notice what Luka is doing until it’s too late. “Wait—”
Digging his fingers into Till’s side, he easily flips him onto his stomach. Then, with his knee pressing into Till’s back, he wraps a bungee cable over both his wrists, and he hooks the other end to top of the bed frame, pulling Till’s hands up over his head. His delayed attempts to elbow Luka only result in him straining his own wrists and shoulders.
“What—” With his breath still coming short, Till doesn’t have the strength to say much. “What’re you doing?” he manages.
“I would tie your legs up too but I prefer the struggle. Squirm for me if you can. I might go easy on you.” Luka hums happily, leaning down right by Till’s ear. “Probably not, though.”
With that, Luka yanks Till’s pants down to his ankles and panic sets in, again a few moments too late. He’s too slow to do much of anything before Luka’s putting all his weight on him, sitting on the backs of his thighs.
“Stop it,” Till wheezes, lamely struggling against the cord and Luka’s body weight. He shouldn’t be this fucked up from a few shots. But then he remembers the way Luka smirked at him, and the burn of the orange juice he gulped down like it was nothing.
“The drink,” he mumbles.
“Yes, that’s right,” Luka confirms, chuckling softly. “You’re finally getting it. It’s obvious you weren’t raised properly. Anyone with decent parents would know not to accept a drink from someone they don’t know well.”
Till’s cheeks burn in humiliation. Of course it occurred to him Luka could’ve put something nasty in it, but not this. Why would Luka want him drugged, tied, and naked? He can’t possibly be the guy’s type.
He’s a permanent fixture by Hyuna’s side. They were engaged before the camping accident, for fuck’s sake. Hyuna always talks about him like he’s delicate, traumatized from having been the last one to see Hyun Woo alive. Till’s pretty sure he was weird before that, though.
This weird, though? He doesn’t know enough about the guy to get why he’d be doing this, but it’s not like it matters when he abruptly shoves his fingers in between Till’s labia, rubbing up and down. Till chokes on his spit when Luka jams a finger in dry, whining at the unwanted intrusion. He doesn’t even use tampons. He can’t take this, the sting of being torn into, and he kicks his legs to try to get Luka away, groaning when that only drives him in further.
“A virgin, of course. He thinks it’s love, but I’m sure this is what Ivan wants from you, really. Once it’s gone, he won’t want you anymore,” Luka tells him, pushing his weird theory about Ivan again. Till doesn’t want to listen to this psycho shit. He tries to press his legs together, wincing at the way that makes his muscles constrict even more tightly around Luka’s finger, but Luka sits up off Till’s thighs only to push them out to the side and slot himself between them from behind. “I took Hyuna’s, you know. I wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t mind. I hope you will.”
“Don’t—” Till hisses, but it doesn’t matter what he says; Luka pulls his finger out and promptly presses the head of his cock to Till’s entrance. It’s not going to go in like that, but it hurts like nothing he’s ever felt before the longer Luka tries to shove it inside him. Till dry sobs when he stops.
“Ugh, fine,” Luka concedes. “Know that this is for my benefit, not yours.”
Tilting Till’s hips up and back, Till hears the sound of him spit and then feels it on his cunt seconds later, cold, wet, dripping down him. His stomach churns.
Luka spits again but it doesn’t hit him this time. Moments later come the slick sounds of him jerking himself off.
It sinks in finally, delayed, that this is really happening, and the thing he said about Hyuna. Till doesn’t want it rough. He doesn’t want it, period. And especially not from Luka who doesn’t give a shit about him except for his pain. Is that really enough for him to do something like this with people just down the hall?
“Why’re you doing this?” Till mumbles.
He should save his breath. Maybe if he saves enough of it, the drug will wear off sooner and he’ll be able to scream at the top of his lungs.
Ivan wouldn’t want this to happen. There are so many things that Till doesn’t understand, but he knows Ivan wouldn’t want Luka to do this to him.
“People like you and Hyuna,” Luka replies. “You need to learn to appreciate what you have before it’s gone. You think things are bad now. They can always get worse.”
With those ominous words, he presses himself to Till’s entrance again. No amount of writhing away will save Till now; Luka pushes forward until he’s forced the head of his cock in, and he just keeps going, wrenching Till open in agonizingly brutal thrusts.
He screams hoarsely, his cunt throbbing around Luka’s cock. It burns so badly Till hopes he’ll pass out so he doesn’t have to endure any more, but he’s not so lucky.
In short order, bony hips are pressing against his ass, and he shouts again in disbelief. It comes out too quiet and strangled to be heard from the living room, but he’s determined to keep trying ‘til someone comes to check on him, biting his lip and breathing in and out slowly.
But then Luka snorts, and Till hears a button click. Hyuna’s tower fan starts whirring, far louder than his pitiful shrieks had been.
He has no way out now, no hope of being saved. All Till has is his voice, and Luka took it away.
“No…” he breathes out, despairing.
“You thought you were going to be rescued? Cute. You willingly drank a strong paralytic. It won’t wear off for some time. Besides, he’s not waiting outside listening or anything. You told him to stay away. This is what you wanted.”
“No,” Till says again, wishing his denial had the power to make it all go away—everything Luka’s saying, Luka himself, the stinging ache in his cunt.
“Yes,” Luka tells him, sinking his teeth into Till’s earlobe, tugging roughly at the rings. “You’re so frigid and closed off. Who knows what he even sees in you. I wanted you to be in pain, but you’re the one cutting off my circulation. I’m probably having a worse time than you are.”
With a dramatic sigh, he leans up on the bed, not pulling out of Till so his dick shifts excruciatingly inside Till. Hot, humiliated tears spill into the bedspread beneath Till’s head as he moans in pain. He just wants this to be over.
“Such a baby,” Luka teases. In preparation for more searing agony, Till grits his teeth and clamps down. “Enough of that,” he’s told, and then something cold and smooth is pressed against his clit.
“Nnnh?” he asks dazedly.
“Hyuna’s pocket rocket. A cheap piece of garbage, really. And this she prefers to me. Can you believe that?”
“Yes,” Till hisses back, unable to stop himself.
Luka says nothing, but he switches the toy on, holding it firmly against Till, and pushes into him even deeper somehow, ‘til his jagged hip bones cut into the flesh of Till’s ass, making Till groan.
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-11-19 11:29 pm (UTC) - ExpandIvantill, nude photography, begging, optional shibari
Date: 2024-10-26 10:03 pm (UTC)And Ivan doesn't push him. He poses him without lingering, his comments are all complimentary but not creepy, and he pretends not to notice Till getting harder/more flushed as it goes on. Because he wants Till to have to beg 😈 Maybe some shibari for more of a BDSM component but not necessary
Ivan/Till - snapsnapsnap (1/2)
Date: 2024-12-01 03:05 pm (UTC)Since he began regularly coming to their shows, he's tried dressing down, but Sua's cousin still stands out like a sore thumb in his oh-I'm-not-handsome, don't-look-at-me black button up and crisp jeans. The camera around his neck only makes things worse. It breaks the expectation that Ivan is meant to be in front of the lens, rather than stuck behind.
And yet, there he is every few shows—snapping an ungodly number of shots while Till sings his heart out under bright stage lights.
He knows the shots are of him. Not that he pries or demands to know more. For reasons unknown to Till, Mizi likes Ivan, and the two sit shoulder-to-shoulder after a show. Ivan clicks through the raw images to show her shots from the night. Till double-takes so hard he nearly snaps his neck.
If Ivan is embarrassed about Till's ratio to everyone else in the group—including Hyuna, the lead vocalist—he doesn't show it.
“You're interesting to watch,” Ivan smiles. After a beat, he adds, “I didn't know mouths could move like that.”
Warning sirens blare in Till's head.
This guy's fucking with him.
The backstage is empty, save for them.
“Do you have a problem with me? It's like you're trying to stare a hole through me during every set.”
“You noticed?” Ivan hums, unbothered. “I was wondering what you look like naked. You have incredible hip bones.”
“Who says crap like that?!” His cheeks burn as he takes a step back. Ivan quirks a brow like he's going to close the gap. Instead, he offers him a sleek black business card.
“Would you model for me? I'll pay you.”
Till sort of expected Ivan to say, yeah, please sleep with me, and Till could decide at that moment whether he'd rather give Ivan a shot or tell him to fuck off. Not this.
Till snatches the card away. Till entirely means to tear it up in front of Ivan’s smug fucking face—
“Hey, Till!” Mizi pops her head in. “Do you still need a ride?”
“Agh!” Till crumples the card and stuffs it in his pocket.
Relief and embarrassment flood Till; Mizi has incredible (terrible) timing. “Uh, yeah! That'd be great, thanks.”
As he escapes, Till shoulder-checks Ivan.
Infuriatingly, Ivan does not budge.
Another night, Ivan crowds close with purpose until Till's back is flush against the wall. His hands on either side are barriers between Till and freedom. Ivan's camera hangs on his neck, the lens extension poking Till's chest. And damn it, Till knows how expensive Ivan's equipment is. He doesn't move.
Ivan asks him to nude model again.
Till almost says yes to going home with Ivan until he realizes what he was asking.
Dewey's van putters to a pathetic stop on the side of a freeway. Isaac plugs in his amp to a deafening pop, followed by a sharp, endless buzz. Hyuna’s brother passes his college entrance exam with flying colors.
Ivan’s studio is well-maintained but not overly fancy like Till thought.
“If you act like a creep, I'm out of here.” Till jabs Ivan's chest with his finger.
“Please, I'm a professional.”
Rolling his eyes, Till tears off his shirt and pants. He launches off the fabric with a kick into some forgotten corner of Ivan's studio. His socks are next, tugged off in an incredibly unsexy manner, not that this stops Ivan from watching every second. Snap snap snap, goes his camera, once Ivan sees his bare arches.
When all that remains is one flimsy cotton layer, Till hesitates, alone with Ivan in his strangely sterile studio.
What the hell has he gotten himself into?
“If you’re shy… I have props. You can leave that on, and I'll have you artfully cradle a basket of fruit—”
Till rips off his boxers.
All of the awkwardness comes from Till being hyper-aware. Not only has he been stripped of his clothes, but also his music. He doesn't have a crowd feeding him energy, just Till doing his best not to sprint out. Ivan looks so normal. Till wants to shake him and ask what happened to the guy who was drooling when he asked about Till’s hipbones. (Ivan claimed he wasn’t drooling, but Till watched him wipe his mouth after the conversation. Fucking pervert.)
“You're overthinking it,” Ivan says. He continues to shoot. “Just sit like you normally would. Yes, sure, spread like that if it pleases you.”
Till faces Ivan straight on with bravado far outweighing his physical comfort.
The amount makes Till want to grab him by the collar and shake him for spending his money so irresponsibly on scrawny musicians with incredible hip bones.
Dewey's van. Isaac's blown amp. Hyuna's brother’s college fund.
Re: Ivan/Till - snapsnapsnap (1/2)
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-12-01 04:34 pm (UTC) - Expandestablished ivantill, senior actor! till, idol! ivan, car sex, (intentional) voyeurism, jealousy
Date: 2024-10-27 02:12 am (UTC)Ivantill, gangbang, multiple Ivans
Date: 2024-10-27 04:46 am (UTC)pls feed me…
Date: 2024-10-27 06:02 am (UTC)Re: pls feed me…
Date: 2024-11-02 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: pls feed me…
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-11-02 06:45 pm (UTC) - ExpandIvantill friends w benefits situationship :DD
Date: 2024-10-27 10:22 am (UTC)IvanTill, public arousal, TEASEEEE
Date: 2024-10-27 07:35 pm (UTC)(doing this the right way cuz I didn’t the first time oops)
Re: IvanTill, public arousal, TEASEEEE
Date: 2024-11-02 11:43 pm (UTC)a quick lil mini-fill — i hope that’s okay! #tiiv / #ivti switch vibes kinda sorta
⚠️ warnings for violent ideation!
~*~
There’s a remote in Till’s hand.
Earlier, Ivan snootily taunted him. “Go ahead. See if I care.”
“You won’t let me fuck you, but you’ll let me put a toy in your ass?”
“I fail to see what one issue has to do with the other.”
Don’t kill him, Till told himself. Not today. Not now. Don’t do it.
Following more bickering and the mortifying ordeal of Ivan walking him through how to safely clean and stretch and lubricate him, the vibrator was inserted. For all that Ivan is supposedly compromised, he walks in a straight line; meanwhile, Till trembles next to him. Ivan (harmlessly) flirts with the girl at the ticket counter, they enter the movie theater, and then for twenty minutes, Till does absolutely nothing.
“This has been an exceedingly dull experience thus far.”
Vindictively, Till turns the toy on for the briefest of moments. The only thing this does is encourage Ivan to smile at him—bastard—lips curved into the smuggest, smarmiest, shit-eating-est grin Till has ever been forced to endure.
Ivan knows exactly what to do to push his buttons. He waits for the movie to get quiet and he whispers loudly, aware that the seats are sparsely populated. It’s a weekday afternoon, thank god. Till is red all over and threatening to explode, partly because he’s infuriated and partly because he’s humiliated. How is it that Ivan has something buzzing against his prostate intermittently but Till feels like he’s the one who’s going to bust his balls? Unfair, sincerely. Don’t kill him.
Lewdly, loudly, Ivan moans. It’s melodrama, pure and simple. “Shitfuck,” Till hisses. Ivan’s jeans aren’t even tented. Does this kind of shit make him impotent? Is that why he won’t let Till hit? Because it doesn’t get his dick hard? Why can’t the universe ever be convenient to him in such a way?
“What’s the matter, Till? I thought you were going to make me ejaculate?” Ivan purrs.
“Don’t kill him,” Till says aloud, through gritted teeth.
“I would settle for being half-dead,” Ivan says, because he is so fucking useless and he can never keep his fat mouth shut and Till wants to
kisskill him so bad he can taste it.He turns the vibrator up as high as it will go. Mercifully, Ivan finally twitches. Till mutters in his ear as explosions go off on the screen. “I’m going to. Go home and. Choke you with my thighs. I’m going to bash your face into a wall. I’m going to break your nose. I swear to god I’ll do it, I really will.”
This time, when Ivan moans, it is not fake. He’s honest-to-god trembling, catching up to Till in no time at all.
“It doesn’t count if you come first, that’s what you said,” Till says, teeth shattering. He’s hanging on by a thread, coming undone by the sight of Ivan gripping the armrests, face flushed.
“Yes, because you’re so much better off,” Ivan retorts, reaching for Till’s cock before Till can stop him.
“Bitch.”
“If your goal is to win this battle of attrition, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
Till tries again, stammering and stuttering. “Filthy, vile pervert.”
Ivan shivers, eyes seductively half-lidded when he glances at Till. “Much better.”
Fuck it all, Till is going to lose.
He knows it, Ivan knows it, even as he bites his lower lip and spills inside of his pants. Ivan is moments behind, far less unabashed about touching his junk in public.
“Okay, absolutely not,” Till snaps, grabbing the idiot by the elbow. He half-drags, half-chases Ivan into the restroom, expecting it when Ivan crowds him into a stall and breathes hot against his ear.
“Was my O-face nice, Till? You certainly seemed to like it. Would you like to try the toy?”
“What, right now? Hell no. It’s been in your ass.”
“My tongue has also been in your ass.”
Abruptly, Till grimaces. He yelps when Ivan gropes him, glaring over his shoulder. “I’m going to strangle you to death, I swear to god.”
“I do so adore it when you talk dirty to me.”
Eventually, they stumble out of the theater, debauched beyond belief. Idly, Till thinks that they can never come here again. He would sooner fall off the face of the earth than suffer the knowing stares of the staff.
Pride in shambles, they make their way home and Ivan fucks him sloppy and Till is sore for three days afterwards.
Conclusion: worth it.
Re: IvanTill, public arousal, TEASEEEE
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-11-03 04:05 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: IvanTill, public arousal, TEASEEEE
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-11-03 08:39 am (UTC) - Expandreincarnation au but it's pure angst and till suffering
Date: 2024-10-28 03:47 am (UTC)everyone was reincarnated, modern times setting.
the main four grew up as childhood friends, no memories of alnst, till still has a crush on mizi as a child but realises pretty quickly she's very much into girls when they were all around 13 and found mizi and sua kissing
everything goes by fine, nothing out of the ordinary. not until one night when they were second years in high-school where till and mizi both remember everything, and not just remember, they can see it as if it was yesterday. they can feel the sensations. specifically for till, he can see ivans death, smell the rain and feel the kiss he and ivan shared, and worse than that. he can feel what urak did to him, every sensation and smell and touch is fresh in his mind.
during alsnt everyone was so on edge wondering if they would make it to the next day, dealing with traumatising situations everyday, so they never really had the time to sit down and process their emotions or trauma. that meant that till was immediately sent into a downward spiral.
it starts with cutting class (ivan notices but doesn't comment), then moves on to worse things fast, smoking, drinking, getting a fake id from luka due to his rich kid bullshit privilege (in exchange for the id he gave luka a blowjob, luka said it as a joke but till ended up doing it).
till uses the fake id to go to clubs to try and numb his mind enough to not have thoughts, he loses his virginity to a guy probably old enough to be a slightly young uncle in a dingy bathroom stall. he without realising it sought the horrible feelings arak gave him during his abuse, it was all he knew and it was so fresh in his mind it felt like everything he ever experienced before he remembered immediately disappeared. he continues to sleep around, with both men and women, he felt actual pleasure more so with women as they had the same downstairs equipment so they were able to please him a lot better. he became good at sex, he never fully enjoyed it though, it was simply to numb himself further.
ivan notices things pretty quickly, from tills breath smelling like nicotine and cheap booze, to marks all over his collar bones and neck that he tried and failed to cover with bandaids or concealer. the heavy eyebags under his eyes and the biggest thing, him distancing himself from everyone and everything.
time skip something something they make it to college, tills behaviour doesn't stop and his friends (mainly ivan) have had enough bystanding and want to stage an intervention. that intervention ends in a lot of yelling, fighting, mizi being completely silent the entire time due to her having a pretty good understanding of why till is doing this (she probably would've spiraled too if she didn't have mizi), hyuna and ivan are having the biggest reactions, ivans mask fully gone and his worry and anger at such a bad breaking point he cant control his emotions. hyuna is pissed in a big sister like way, she's over protective of till and basically *is* his big sister. somehow some way till ends of physically fighting ivan, hyena tries to get him off and ends up getting elbowed in the face. and luka is just standing there, looking down on till. luka at somepoint became tills sort of hate fuck buddy in exchange for things till wouldn't be able to get himself (he eventually gets into drugs, drugs that luka gets him), no one knows this of course so he's just silent the entire time.
something something at a college party till and luka fuck raw, ivan walks in as they're both finishing, they get so startled luka doesn't pull out, till gets pregnant then erases it. and finally tills behaviour catches up to him and he overdoses pretty badly, he thankfully is found by ivan who made himself a spare key to tills apartment out of his own freaky way of trying to make sure till doesn't get himself killed or kill himself. till ends up being fine, he gets put in rehab and ends up in therapy and gets better and smth smth he and ivan get together and luka gets his ass kicked because they find out that his stupid ass was enabling and supplying till.
obviously till and ivan would be having conflicts and weird hate love romance with exhausting occasional fucking and toxic relationship stuff but they work it out at the end idk, also freak ivan being an asshole because he has no clue how to help
this came to me in a random ass nap, this could be abo for added terrible shit like till accidentally getting heat inducers, luka almost accidentally marking him mid fuck due to randomly going in rut, till just overall suffering
this could have a good or bad ending, till could end up dead or till could end up getting better and finally processing his trauma and having a healthy relationship with ivan in the end but who knows because i certainly don't, sorry for how long this was i didn't know how else to get this suggestion across lmao.
till and mizi could also be talking throughout this whole thing, mizi being concerned but not immediately trying to stop tills behaviour because she understands why he's acting the way he is, till could occasionally come to her crying and start relying on her who knows
Re: reincarnation au but it's pure angst and till suffering
Date: 2024-10-28 03:56 am (UTC)he probably developed some sort of feelings for him, not genuine love but a weird twisted affection (ie say if till is high around him he takes care of him and his withdrawals if he hasn't gotten high in a bit, let's him stay a bit, withholds information from ivan as well, mostly to make ivan suffer lmao)
if it was abo till could rarely have a collar on leading to more dangerous and dead dove situations, especially if luka ends up almost marking him on multiple occasions, and even considers doing it to tie till to him to keep his pathetic beaten down self reliant on luka
one scene i thought of but forgot to add is if till did go to school one day but cut class, and ended up getting fucked in one of the boys bathroom stalls, no protection either, and after class ivan goes to use the bathroom and sees the guy who fucked till leaving and till leaving the stall for a sec with cum dripping down his legs.
hyunwoo could also be added, for an occasional lighter presence to balance out the angst, just occasional hyunwoo being supportive or hanging out with them all
Ivantill edging followed by overstimulation+ choking
Date: 2024-10-28 04:29 am (UTC)IVANTILL, yandere Ivan kidnapps Till + manipulation, overstimulation, praise kink
Date: 2024-10-28 05:08 am (UTC)More kudos if till has a praise kink and ivan takes advantage of that, overstimulating him in every way possible
Re: IVANTILL, yandere Ivan kidnapps Till + manipulation, overstimulation, praise kink
Date: 2025-03-30 02:41 am (UTC)Ivantill. Till has never masturbated. Ivan is only too happy to show him how.
Date: 2024-10-28 06:32 am (UTC)But, god, he wants to. He really, REALLY wants to. So when Ivan shows up with a bottle of gin and his stupid, snaggle-toothed smile, and offers to show him the ropes, well. The guy has always been a freak. Only Ivan would offer to suck and jerk him off as some weird form of therapy.
Re: Ivantill. Till has never masturbated. Ivan is only too happy to show him how.
Date: 2024-10-28 11:51 am (UTC)Re: Ivantill. Till has never masturbated. Ivan is only too happy to show him how.
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2024-11-05 06:40 am (UTC) - ExpandTillivan, sex work, callboy Ivan
Date: 2024-10-28 03:56 pm (UTC)or: angry pathetic Till learns about topping and a lot of other things!! Switching talk ok
Re: Tillivan, sex work, callboy Ivan
Date: 2025-10-17 05:10 am (UTC)It's trans till, I hope that's okay!
hyunaluka, luka gets his pussy destroyed
Date: 2024-10-30 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: hyunaluka, luka gets his pussy destroyed
Date: 2024-11-19 02:02 am (UTC)a/n: to say that this is canonverse is a stretch lol. it’s pwp and the only thing that matters is that hyuna is Big Mad at luka for Reasons. nothing but respect for hyulu obliterating that twink’s pizzuzzy 🫡
tags: rough sex, hyuna w/ boobs + dick, luka w/ a pussy, cw blood
//
Luka laughs as she grabs him by the hair. The sound is high and reedy, as annoying as the rest of him.
“You’ve pissed me off for the last time,” Hyuna snarls, lifting him up if only to smash him back into the nearest flat surface. She didn’t hit him hard enough to break his nose—Hyuna is many things, but senselessly cruel to weaklings is not one of them. No, his nose started bleeding all on his own. Heart issues, fucked up blood pressure, excitement and glee—doubtlessly, all of this served to stir him up and had some unforeseen medical consequences.
“You say that every time,” Luka murmurs because he’s a sick fuck with negative self-preservation skills. Annoyed, she rips off his pants.
He’s slick already, much to her disgust. She jabs two fingers in dry just to watch him squirm, listening to him pant as his back arches, pain causing him to curl his fists. Yet, despite it all, he looks elated. Hyuna spits on him. Twisted bastard.
“It’s true every time.” What she wouldn’t give to wring Luka’s skinny chicken neck and put him out of his misery. She thinks about it so long and hard that it’s almost instinctual to cuff him, pulling away like she’d been burned when Luka moans.
This is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. And yet, and yet, and yet.
She slides in hot and dirty, watching Luka gasp at the intrusion. She’s thick and hard despite the fact that she wants nothing more than to cram something sharp into Luka’s airway and cut off his nonsensical ramblings. Arousal should feel far away, but perhaps because she hates Luka so much, instinct drives her to thrust, to force Luka to adjust to her girth. Pinning him, marking him, humiliating him—by any means necessary.
Luka is bleeding again; her fault this time. If he would just stop giggling, she wouldn’t have to clench her fists. If he would stop talking and tightening his walls like he wants to trap her inside forever, talking about his fucking barren womb and how she fits so perfectly and she was made for him and him alone, nobody else—you’re here, after all, with me, with me, with me—
Hyuna sees red. She flips him over to drive her teeth into his shoulder as she fucks him the second time, distracted by the long, pale fan of his lashes and his too-pretty teeth. He’s like a moth, or maybe a mantis. He’ll be the death of her. He’s sweaty and feverish and on the verge of passing out, giving in at some point after Hyuna’s second orgasm purely because he’s not built for this kind of excessive stimulation.
She does not clean him up afterwards. She doesn’t kill him, either, even though she should.
Someday, she will. Someday, when he’s no longer useful.
Someday.
ivantill, dom bottom till, masochist ivan
Date: 2024-10-30 10:42 pm (UTC)Re: ivantill, dom bottom till, masochist ivan
Date: 2024-11-22 06:33 pm (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/60712402
IvanTillLuka, Fuck Stage, Bottom!Till, noncon
Date: 2024-11-01 04:30 am (UTC)Re: IvanTillLuka, Fuck Stage, Bottom!Till, noncon
Date: 2025-02-19 12:34 pm (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/63220426/chapters/161925940
Ivantill, Till/Others, weird meetcute, porn star AU, gangbang
Date: 2024-11-03 12:08 am (UTC)Others at the gangbang can be whoever you want (would enjoy Dewsaac but it's up to you) (also doesn't matter if he has a pussy or dick again up to you <333)
Ivantill, hucow Till, forced breeding, milking/breastfeeding
Date: 2024-11-03 06:35 am (UTC)