Anton Spectral

Trainer . Fighter . Businessman thirty-eight . unclaimed Montague Dominant

[theposeycapulet]

Dogs Out Of The Bag | Antosey

[mr--antonspectral]

theposeycapulet‌:

 After being back in Verona for a week, slipping back into a routine had come with ease. Business was starting to pick back up with the holiday season beginning to kick in, especially with the rebranding of Parties by Val becoming Parties by Posey, the re-arrival of some old faces, and with her relationship having been taken up another notch after breaking the news to her parents during her time away.

 Anton’s apartment had also become more homely, and lived in with more of her items scattered around, the addition of a cat tower and the kitchen fully functional, and as much as she denies it? It’s becoming home, especially on the nights neither of them have to work late. 

 Still caught up in her own thoughts, she rinses off the final plate from dinner before stacking the dishwasher and turning it on, listening to the gentle whir as the machine kicks into gear before washing her hands and making her way to the sofa, where Anton’s absorbed in.. Well she’s not entirely sure what he’s absorbed in, but she moves to her knees easily, her cheek resting against his  thigh to get his attention as well as centre herself and their respective roles before asking quietly as his gaze flicks over at her. “Euro for your thoughts Master?”

@mr–antonspectral

Anton had settled himself on his couch, laptop open as he read through his business finances.  It was the most he could do nowadays to distract himself from the continued frustration over Oz’s ruling.  As usual, diving straight into work was his usual way of dealing with things.  But lately, he had Posey by his side to keep his head level.  He was growing increasingly more surprised each day at how much she impacted his daily routine.

A moment passed from his work and he found his mind wandering a little to a linger thought he had had for a while.  At the sound of Posey’s voice, however, he snapped back to reality and turned with a small smile to the submissive.  “Hm?  I was just thinking about…,” his voice trailed.  Maybe he needed to stop thinking about it and just follow through.  “How would you like to come with me to pick out a dog?  I don’t expect you to care for it, but I imagine you would be around it often enough if I decide to adopt one.”

[mr--antonspectral]

sometimescapulet‌:

When you worked in his business, you began to understand there was a certain draw to the business. It didn’t have anything to do with his story, or with the whispers of just how to die for every item on the menu was - it was the allure in something that had been taboo a few years ago. The edible industry was booming, and he’d taken advantage early enough to make a name for himself. Perhaps that explained away his newest customer, or maybe it was something else that made the obnoxious bell set above the doorway ring. 

He’d turned to greet them, but eventually noticed the way they gravitated to a certain spot in the room, hovering over product that he hadn’t seen anyone interested in, in awhile. “I wouldn’t….if I were you.”  He suggested in a matter of fact tone, stepping up to stand beside them, as if inviting both mystery and charm in a single statement.

 After all, today was a good one, and one that left room for charm to seep through the cracks, grin spreading across features seamlessly. Aidan had always been able to confuse even the most sure, existing somewhere between temptation and innocence. 

Anton raised a brow at the man and his warning, not too pleased to be admonished after stepping into the shop for a mere few seconds.  He had picked up a small container with a single cupcake inside.  It seemed like a nice gesture, bringing home a gift for Posey as he thought of her on his way home.

“And why is that?” he inquired, turning his gaze from the container to the man beside him.  Anton studied his face, seeing a bit of familiarity though not quite able to pinpoint exactly where he had seen him before.  “And if not this, then what would you recommend?”

[mr--antonspectral]

ariella-montague‌:

“What can I get you?” Ariella sensed someone at the bar and spoke while she cut lemons, only glancing up at the other person. She had been working more hours than ever now that she wasn’t working for Ian York, and was towards the end of a long shift.

Anton slumped into the barstool, running a hand through his hair.  He let out a low sigh as Ariella glanced up.  “Whatever open scotch you currently have and leave the bottle,” he said simply, as he now rubbed his temple.  “I will owe you a large tip for it.”

[mr--antonspectral]

Text | Alex ↪ Open

Alex: You would plant a tree for me? I'm honored.

Anton: I'd get my hands a little dirty for you, my good friend. Whether or not said tree grows into anything is a whole other story

[mr--antonspectral]

Text | Alex ↪ Open

Alex: The leaves on the trees look much better than the ones on the sidewalks. Besides, a good drive can be fun!

Anton: Those leaves will eventually be on the ground as well, Alex. I could plant one for you right outside of your apartment if you'd like

[mr--antonspectral]

Text | Alex ↪ Open

Alex: I'm going to take a drive to look at the leaves.

Alex: Want to join me?

Anton: Leaves? My good sir, you can find leaves on the very sidewalks in the park. Why go for a drive for such a thing?

[mr--antonspectral]

[Text from Mila] I'm sorry.

[sent days later]

text: thanks.

@milaxdrabek

[mr--antonspectral]

[text] I got a summons (??) today for Oz's case. I don't know why. But it's on September 12th.

text: I see… Would you like me to be there with you when this takes place?

@theposeycapulet

[mr--antonspectral]

theposeycapulet‌:

text: Tommi and Celia. I think Georgie’s gonna be there too, though she’s kinda gone AWOL on the Verona social scene. Also I’m having a driver sent for me to get to and from since the Romano estate is a little out town. Can I get them to drop me off at yours after it Sir? :)

text: Ah, I recall Georgie.  Flirtatious, that one.  What are Tommi and Celia like?

text: You may if that’s what you’d like.  What time should I expect you?

[charliexdowning-deactivated2019]

Text: Charlie & Anton

[mr--antonspectral]

charliexdowning‌:

Text: That’s good. Pretty sure Posey is taking care of you anyway. You’re still seeing her, right?

Text: I will have to talk to her about it, but if she agrees, I’m sure she’ll talk to either Nox or Claude. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Also, if you haven’t noticed, she’s been spending a lot of time with Ezra Sutherland. The man is always around. Pretty sure he won’t let anything happen to us.

text: Taking care of me?  I’m quite capable of caring for myself.  But yes, we are still seeing one another.

text: I can’t say I have noticed.  Unfortunately, given everything that’s been happening, I’ve been a bit preoccupied with keeping my business open while keeping certain things under wraps.

[mr--antonspectral]

[text] I got a summons (??) today for Oz's case. I don't know why. But it's on September 12th.

text: I see… Would you like me to be there with you when this takes place?

@theposeycapulet

[mr--antonspectral]

theposeycapulet‌:

text: Apparently this isn’t Lord Ty’s first rodeo, but it’s nice to know you both have some vague idea of what you’re doing. Makes the whole thing not as scary?

text: ..And I hate to admit you’re right. But you are. And I know it’ll only be like 3 weeks. But still. 

text: I’ve been invited to the Romano party? I think it’s some birthday. I’m intrigued to see what goes on there/kinda want to go and network and get my name out there for future events they might have. You don’t mind if I go Sir?

text: I don’t know that either of us really quite know what to expect, at least not with something of this caliber.

text: Have you?  Sounds like a good time and a good opportunity to get your name out there.  Who are you attending with?

[mr--antonspectral]

[Text from Mila] I've been asked to be a witness in Oz's case.

text: I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say.

[delayed]

text: Do you have an attorney you can seek legal advice from?

@milaxdrabek

[mr--antonspectral]

milaxdrabek‌:

Text: Oh, I do. 

Delayed Text: No, actually… Never had to deal with one before. Especially not for something like this

text: We need to find you an attorney.  I’m sure you probably could speak with Spencer and he could give you some aid which might be enough since you’re not an actual party to the trial.

[mr--antonspectral]

Some Updates // Martina & Anton

[mr--antonspectral]

martinamontague‌:

Martina gave a short laugh, “Well the last thing I want to do is scare either of you away so I shall watch quietly from the wings so to speak.  However, and I do appreciate I am certainly no expert, should you wish to talk about anything then I am always happy to listen.”

“I’m not one easily scared, but Posey... well, maybe we should ease her in a little before we completely reveal our true selves,” he chuckled.  But, he had to admit, Anton admired the way Posey carried herself.  Despite everything so far, Anton had managed to not scare the submissive away.  “But of course.  Anyways, how are things going with business?  I understand that we have to lie low now given the circumstances.”

[mr--antonspectral]

[sent text in the middle of the day]

  [text] My online shopping order finally arrived. Thought of you while I was unpacking it. Miss you Master. 

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text: I expect you to have this on later tonight when I come home.

@theposeycapulet

[mr--antonspectral]

[Text from Mila] I've been asked to be a witness in Oz's case.

text: I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say.

[delayed]

text: Do you have an attorney you can seek legal advice from?

@milaxdrabek

[milaxdrabek]

Talk it out || Mila x Anton

[mr--antonspectral]

milaxdrabek‌:

His reaction pleased her, and she smirked slightly, but really she just wanted to sort this out so they could go back to how they were. But his next words had her narrowing her eyes and she took a step closer to him, “Do tell me what this offense was. Because I have never disrespected any of them like you seem to think I have.”

“Your support for the Commander’s actions in suspecting my family and my family head speaks volumes, Mila.”  He could feel and hear his voice booming in the hallways of the Academy, certain that guests likely could overhear.  But this was Anton’s place, after all.  He ran the entire operation, and knew no one would dare interrupt.  “Not only that, now that Lord Oz has been wrongfully arrested, your continued closeness with the Commander and her actions show that, perhaps, you might even share her perspective.  Tell me how that is not disrespecting my family.”

[mr--antonspectral]

miss-cyber-claude‌:

Looking at the man who came into her office within the past few second, Claude smiles at him seeing a friendly face whom she recognize. “Remind me about it. I haven’t had a break in ages. Thanks for your generosity.” She smiles warmly appreciating his offer at delivering coffee. “Spending time with someone I know makes me feel more energies. Tell me is there a reason why you come or is it your generous side that makes you check up on me?”

“Other than my indication to offer some assistance?  Your words wound me, Claude,” he chuckled.  “Am I not known for any sense of generosity?”  He set the coffee cup down onto Claude’s table before taking the seat across from her, his own cup in his hands.  “Though I am also here to inform you that the underground business won’t have need for any security, at least not for a while.  Before Oz was... taken away, we had agreed to put that on pause until things clear up--when there are, essentially, less eyes on us.”

[mr--antonspectral]

Vulnerabilities // Anton & Posey

[mr--antonspectral]

theposeycapulet‌:

The same fervour between them is as strong as ever, and she chases his lips until the concise order comes through, balancing on her knees on the couch, her wrists crossing prettily behind her back, as her dress rides up, panties still clinging to her damp heat with her thighs exposed, already blooming shades of red and purple from his earlier marks before sighing out in anticipation “…Fuck I’ve missed you Master” 

Perhaps he was motivated by his desires and arousals and his attraction to Posey.  That definitely was a huge pull for him.  Yet, simultaneously, he knew, to some degree, he was acting as though he was making up for lost time.

And as Posey flipped over, pretty skirt half-covering her bottom now, with her hands fixated to her back, Anton used his belt to secure them in place.  He wrapped the leather against her wrists, tightened it against the buckle.  With the excess belt left, he yanked Posey up so that her back slammed against his chest.  He stood behind her, steadying her position in the event she was still a little weak from her orgasm.  “I’ve missed you quite a lot too, darling,” he whispered darkly as he grazed his lips against her shoulder.  “Spread your legs for me, my dear.”