#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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i had a fleeting thought heres me writing it down hahahahahahahahahaha (im normal!!!) heres a drabble bro!!!! 18+ MDNI!!!!!!!

anton ivanov x reader x grace howard

no beta read we die like nicoles parents, oral sex (face/throatfucking) (male receiving), reader and tonton like eachother for sure grace was the first to notice lol, grace helps reader give a blowjob

you and anton shouldn’t be fooling around like this on a job site.

his hand was covering his mouth entirely, holding back any sort of gasp. he couldn’t afford to be heard when he should be diligently working, his presence would absolutely go noticed. he was, after all, the crew’s hype man, the go-to when you needed some help.

…but here he was, pants pooled around his ankles, one hand over his mouth and the other on the back of your head. your face was pressed deep into his crotch, lips wrapped around his thick cock. you looked damn good on your knees, mouth full of his dick.

you two had snuck off after one too many suggestive looks, too many bicep flexes and too many lip bites, carelessly hiding behind a temporary break room for the construction crew. the spot was snug enough, the only chance of you two getting caught was if someone actively sought either of you out.

funnily enough, both of you gone at the same time would be too coincidental. it’s obvious when anton is eager to please, and when you’re just a bit on edge. his more perceptive colleagues were positive he’d been seen catching an eyeful of your ass or staring hard at your lips, nothing about him was subtle.

anton let out a squeaky noise, his fingers digging further into the base of your hand, hips sharply thrusting into your warm, inviting mouth. your lips were sealed around him, chin dripping with your saliva. you could taste pre-cum on your tongue, the obscene noises of your sucking ringing out just a bit too loudly. he winced, the pleasure almost overloading his senses entirely, head falling back against the thin sheet of steel covering the exterior of the break room— it made a metallic ‘thunk!’ noise.

anton grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back, your tongue unrelenting in its ministrations. he could feel your hands grabbing onto his thighs real tight, your nose pressing deep into his groin, the way you struggled to breathe. your raspy, desperate breaths caused your throat to spasm even harder as you choked on the length and your lack of air, your spit carelessly leaking onto your face and his cock, coating it like a second skin. and that perfect tongue… he couldn’t get enough of the way your tongue ran along the rigid base of his cock, stiff and desperate for your attention, and when you pulled back greedily for air, yet you wouldn’t dare neglect the tip of it either, where’d you learn this?

you lapped at another leaky bead of pre-cum drooling from his cockhead when you were caught. undeniably, undoubtedly, absolutely caught in the act. by, arguably, the most perceptive of his colleagues. yet, she just shook her head and laughed, mocking him with a soft “took you two long enough.”

grace was humored by anton’s stunned reaction, both you and him frozen… except your dominant hand, which was still stroking him subconsciously. she waltzed over with an air of confidence, pressing her index finger to her lips and playfully chuckling.

she leaned down into a squat, her hand replacing anton’s with a lethally coy, almost artificially sweet smile, her gentle gaze holding yours as she instructed you, “go on, open wide.”

with her encouragement, you took anton’s cock back into your mouth. grace wasted no time bobbing your head back and forth, anton’s hand smacking loudly on the sheet metal behind him desperately, eyes screwed shut as he whined loudly. the sight was enough to make his knees buckle, watching you suck his cock under grace’s guidance, seeing you obey just like that…

grace continued to push your head back and forth, twisting your neck at some intervals to lap at his cock at different angles, tongue accepting as much length as possible, “there you go, sweetie, see how much he likes that?”

you whimpered softly around the shaft of his cock, your breathing ragged and heavy, eyes darting between grace’s gentle, guiding look, her eyes lidded in satisfaction, and anton’s ‘barely-holding-on’ grimace. his face was tight with tension, eyes shut desperately, as if his legs would tremble and cum immediately if he opened them.

even with her soft, sweet look, she held no mercy for you, “come on, hun, doesn’t anton taste so good?” she pushed your head deeper into his crotch, strangling you with every inch of his twitching, needy dick. a strangled groan tore from anton’s throat, the sensation making him squirm, hips bucking to meet grace’s forceful movements.

anton’s chest rose and fell rapidly through the tight, black, button-up shirt he wore, buttons threatening to pop any second. his breathing was labored and heavy, gasping and sweating. he groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the thin metal behind him again, thrusting his hips into your face, his hands both meeting grace’s at the back of your head.

with a deep grunt, anton’s brows furrowed, squeezing his eyes further shut as his orgasm washed over him. with a few desperate shakes and heavy pants, he opened his eyes to see you looking up at him with glassy eyes. as he came, the taste of his cum flooded your mouth, leaving you nearly no choice but to swallow it all down like you were starved. your throat tightened around him a few more times before they both let you come up for air, your hold on his thighs your only anchor.

she just got up from her squat with a smirk, musing to herself about ‘i knew it,’ and ‘adorable.’ she knew long before both of you really did.

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YOURE ALL FUCKING FREAKS HOYOVERSE

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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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massive

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I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NE ED H M

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I NEED HIM BAD , BRO

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ifucking need anton i acnt antmlre i cantnfoo this imneed him

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anton “nice rack, bro!” ivanov

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t-tonton…