#antonventures

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u need to stop or I'm gonna start brainrotting abt anton too- goofy ass that would unironically say 'rizz' like he's lowkey completely unaware just how good he fucks

I CANT HELP IT PLEASE !!!! im sending anton brain zaps ur way (with love)

he’s leaning in the threshold of the door like an annoying gnat, bringing his “bro” (that god damned jackhammer) up to look at. he says something about “rizz,” which makes you roll your eyes. he’s boasting to you about how many reps he did before, proudly showing off his muscles. if he flexed his biceps any further they might just pop, but they were undeniably huge.

and it only gets worse after your first night with him.

that night, he was all over you, hoisting you up against a wall. your legs were wrapped around his waist, and for once both his hands were on you (bro was nowhere to be found, thank god). his pace was brutal, his body entirely smothering yours. he held you up like it was nothing, smirking about his 200kg bench press, “if i really pushed myself, maybe i could lift more.”

bragging right in your ear, those abs pressed right up against you, that evil pace fucking the wind out of you, you couldn’t last long. anton was murmuring against your neck, kissing along it with small praises and a spoken “that feel good?” of course it did, with a dick like his.

the morning after on the construction site, he was sitting cross legged, hunched over his precious bro. anton was whispering about his sexual endeavors with you. you could overhear him asking the jackhammer questions, the buzzing of the drill providing him with a satisfactory answer. maybe he uses the drill as an excuse to tell himself what he wants? or he could just be psychotic.

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a switch flipped in my brain. i wanna fuck anton

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anton billy n lighter would the frat boy holy trinity

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anton “nice rack, bro!” ivanov

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YOURE ALL FUCKING FREAKS HOYOVERSE

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massive