hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
Sungchan who loves licking the folds of your pussy so much that everytime he licks anytype of food he pretends its your clit .
Sungchan who pounds into you again and again only to look at you with his puppy eyes to ask “is it too much baby?...you can take it right?”
Sungchan who begins with one finger letting it stretch your hole , his thumb circling your clit in lazy loops that sends sparks through your core
Sungchan who adds a third finger, stretching you fuller, twisting them to hit every angle while his palm ground against your mound.
Sungchan who lets you straddle his chest, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his broad shoulders, your pussy hovering just above his waiting mouth.
Sungchan who looks up at you with those intense eyes, hands gripping your hips firmly as he guides you down. 'Sit on my face, baby,' he murmurs, voice rough with need. 'I want to taste every inch of you.'
Synopsis-As one of Metropolis’ top investigative reporters, she notices what others overlook—especially when it comes to her coworker, Anton Lee. Quiet, brilliant, frustratingly elusive Anton has a habit of disappearing whenever Superman appears. No calls. No explanations. Just gone.
“Hello…anton?! Where are you?...Superman is here hurry up and get here me and sungchan are waiting…”the fourth voicemail you left had no effect as he was still missing.The man who always got a one on one interview with superman was a no show.
“Again?” Sungchan muttered beside you, glancing between you and the figure hovering just above the plaza. “That’s… what, the third time this month?”
“Fourth,” you corrected, eyes never leaving Superman.He stood calm amid the chaos—cape fluttering lazily, expression unreadable—but when his gaze flicked toward you, something shifted. Subtle. Almost imperceptible.His shoulders stiffened.You felt it in your gut.
Superman had answered every question Sungchan threw his way—casual, diplomatic, practiced. But when you stepped forward, recorder in hand, his attention snapped fully to you. Not the press. Not the cameras.You.
“Y/N,” he said, voice lower now. Familiar in a way that made your skin prickle.You frowned. “Have we… met?”A beat too long passed.
“No,” he said quickly. Too quickly.
Behind him, emergency crews worked, reporters shouted, flashes went off—but Superman’s eyes never left your face, like he was bracing for something.Like he was afraid of what you might ask.You clicked your recorder on anyway. “Anton Lee was supposed to be conducting today’s interview.”
Another pause.
“I know,” Superman said.
Your heart skipped. “You know?”
“He’s… unavailable.”
Sungchan shot you a look. You ignored it.Funny. Anton was always unavailable when Superman showed up.You tilted your head. “You sound disappointed.”Superman’s jaw tightened. “Anton is… thorough.”That was putting it mildly. Anton didn’t miss interviews. Didn’t miss deadlines. Didn’t miss anything.Except this.
You took a step closer, lowering your voice. “Funny thing is,” you said lightly, “every time you appear, Anton disappears.”The air shifted.Superman inhaled sharply—like you’d punched him.
For the first time since he arrived, he looked away.You let out a slight laugh “I’ll have to ask him when he finally picks up” Superman returned the smile and awkward chuckle before straightening up.
“Uhm ..well I’ll be off…yknow saving the world” he turned lifting himself off the ground before giving a wave and flying off.
“Hmm don’t you think its strange sungchan, how anton and superman have never intercated” you said looking at your note pad.The taller boy looking lost in confusion
“They have though…Supermans only given proper interviews to Anton before his with us today”he replied making me hit his head.
“Not like that you idiot”the sigh that left your mouth said alot.Frustration,curiosity,exaustion .
“Think about it,” you continued, already pacing a little. “Anton is always there before Superman arrives. Always. And when Superman leaves—Anton magically reappears like nothing happened.”Sungchan blinked. “You’re saying… what? They’re coordinating schedules?”
You shot him a look. “I’m saying I’ve never seen them in the same room. Not once.”
“That’s—” he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s probably just coincidence.”You stopped walking and turned to him slowly. “Coincidences don’t happen four times in a month.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.You exhaled sharply through your nose. “Anton’s too good at his job to miss this many exclusives. And Superman—” you glanced back at the empty sky “—looked like I’d caught him doing something wrong.”
Sungchan frowned. “You think Anton knows something?”
“I think Anton is something,” you said before you could stop yourself.The words hung there.
Sungchan stared at you. “…You’re joking.” You didn’t answer.
That night, Anton still didn’t return your calls.By the next morning, your curiosity had sharpened into resolve.You pulled Anton’s file history, scanned timestamps, cross-referenced emergency alerts with his bylines. The pattern was unmistakable once you stopped trying to explain it away.Every disappearance aligned perfectly.
Too perfectly.
“Okay,” you murmured to yourself, fingers hovering over your keyboard. “What are you hiding, Lee Anton?”
* ˚ ✦
“Coffee” Anton hands you as you nodded before you began opening th sugar packets.
One bag.Two bags.Three bags.Just as you were about to open the fourth bag his hand grasped onto yours , a spark running through your fingers.
Electric. That was the only way to describe it.
Not metaphorical. Not poetic. Actual heat skittered up your wrist, sharp and alive, like you’d brushed a live wire instead of a man’s hand. Anton inhaled.
Not a gasp—more like he’d forgotten how to breathe for half a second.
“Don’t,” he said quietly.
You looked up.
He was too close. Closer than he ever let himself be. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was deliberate, thumb pressed just below your pulse like he knew exactly where to stop you without hurting you. His eyes were fixed on your hand, jaw clenched, brows drawn like he was fighting something internal and losing.
“You’ll give yourself a heart attack,” he added, softer, releasing you a beat too late.Your hand dropped back to the table. The fourth sugar packet lay unopened.
“…Since when do you care how sweet I take my coffee?” you asked lightly, though your chest still felt wrong—too tight, too warm.
Anton finally met your eyes.
And there it was again.
That look.
The same one Superman had given you in the plaza. Guarded. Afraid. Familiar in a way that made your skin itch.
“You look tired,” Anton said instead, deflecting smoothly as ever. He took the seat across from you, shoulders stiff, posture perfect. Reporter-perfect. “You didn’t sleep.”
“You didn’t answer your phone,” you shot back.
A pause.
“I was busy.”
“With what?” you pressed.
His gaze flicked—just once—to the café window. To the open sky beyond it.
Your stomach dropped.
You leaned back slowly, studying him now, really studying him. The faint bruise near his collarbone he hadn’t had yesterday. The way his glasses were off—Anton never did interviews without them. The way his hands trembled, ever so slightly, before he curled them into fists and forced them still.
“You missed another interview,” you said.
“I know.”
“With Superman.”
“I know.”
Your voice softened despite yourself. “Anton… that’s not like you.”
Something cracked.
Just a hairline fracture—but you saw it.
His shoulders sagged a fraction. Exhaustion bled through the cracks of his composure, raw and unguarded. “You shouldn’t be digging into this,” he said quietly.
You laughed under your breath. “That’s not an answer.”
His eyes snapped back to you, sharp now. Protective. “I’m serious.”
“So am I,” you shot back. You leaned forward, lowering your voice. “Every time he shows up, you disappear. Every time I get close, you vanish. And today—” you swallowed, thinking of the way Superman had said your name “—he knew things he shouldn’t.”
Anton’s fingers twitched.
You watched them.
“Say it’s a coincidence,” you challenged. “Look me in the eye and say it.”
Silence stretched between you.
The café noise faded—cups clinking, low chatter, the hiss of the espresso machine—but all you could hear was your own heartbeat, loud and accusing.
Anton stood abruptly. Too fast. His chair scraped back with a sharp screech.
“I have to go,” he said.
“Anton.”
He stopped—but didn’t turn around.
“You disappear one more time,” you said softly, “and I won’t be asking questions anymore. I’ll be finding answers.
“Oh yeah..and waht do you think you’ll find miss l/n”he raises a brow smiling before he finally left.The jingle signalling both his exit and the start of your theory.
* ˚ ✦
.Anton lee. Superman. Superman or Anton . Anton or Superman.It didnt matter because they were both the same person.
Oh yeah… and what do you think you’ll find, Miss L/N?
You swallowed hard, fingers curling around your coffee cup until the heat barely registered.
“Everything,” you whispered to no one , smiling.
Enjoy keeping your secret lee.
“What secret” his sweet voice broke through the glass of your thoughts
“Oh..anton…did i say that outloud….just yknow your secret of being such a great…reporter…I mean only you have been able to get superman in an interview longer than five minutes…you have to tell me and sungchan how you do it….he only agreed to our interview because of you…..so?”your lips were in a tight smile as you searched his eyes for a slip up.
“Guess im just lucky”he answers handing you papers making you scoff.
“Yeah…lets call it luck”.
* ˚ ✦
.The next day, through wring criminal cases and boring basic headlines you found the time. The time to loo at him .To stare at him.
Reallystare..
His posture was relaxed, shoulders loose, expression easy—but his eyes were too alert. Too sharp. Watching you the way someone watches a fuse burn down.
“Anton,” you said quietly.
He paused.You stood, stepping closer until your knees brushed the edge of his desk. Lowered your voice. “I know.”
He laughed.Not nervous. Not sharp.Amused.
“Know what?” he asked, tilting his head. “That I’m bad at answering my phone? Or that you’ve officially lost it?”
Your jaw tightened. “Every time Superman appears, you vanish. Every time I chase him, you pull away. He knows my name. He knows things I’ve never said out loud. And you—” you gestured vaguely at him “—walk around with bruises you can’t explain and excuses that don’t add up.”
A beat.
Then Anton sighed—slow, patient, indulgent.“Y/N,” he said gently, like he was talking to a child. “You’re exhausted. You’re seeing patterns where there aren’t any.”
“So you’re saying I’m crazy.”
“I’m saying you’re chasing a fantasy,” he replied smoothly. “And you’re going to get hurt.”Something in his tone too careful, too practiced made your blood boil.
You smiled.
“Okay,” you said softly. “Then prove me wrong.”He frowned. “What?”
You turned and walked past him. Straight toward the open window at the end of the corridor.
Anton’s voice sharpened. “Y/N—”
You stopped with one foot on the sill and looked back over your shoulder.“If you’re just Anton Lee,” you said calmly, heart hammering, “you won’t be able to stop this.”
For the first time, his composure cracked.
“Don’t,!” he said no softness now. Just fear.
You stepped backward. And fell.
The wind tore the scream from your throat as the city rushed up toward you. Glass and steel blurred together, panic exploding in your chest—
Then…
Impact.
But not pain. Something soft. Elastic. Impossible.
You bounced, hard but unharmed, landing on your back on what looked like a thick emergency air cushion stretched across the alley below. People shouted. Sirens wailed.You lay there, stunned, staring up at the sky.
At the building.
Anton stood at the window.
Breathing hard.
Hands gripping the ledge.
Alone.
No cape.
No red boots.
No Superman.
Just Anton Lee watching you like he’d nearly lost you.
And then, just for a split second, something moved behind him. Too fast to see clearly. A blur of red and blue vanishing from the rooftop above.Your chest tightened painfully.
Anton disappeared from the window.
Moments later, Sungchan was sprinting toward you, shouting your name, asking if you were insane, asking what the hell you were thinking.
You didn’t answer. You just stared upward.
Confused.
Shaken.
Certain.
Because Anton Lee hadn’t jumped.
But the mattress you were on wasn’t there…you were sure of it
* ˚ ✦
You didn’t confront Anton right away.
That was your second mistake.
Instead, you tested the world.
You crossed streets without looking, heart pounding as horns blared and brakes screamed, waiting—listening—for the rush of wind that never came. You lingered too close to collapsing structures, slipped past barricades, stayed where you shouldn’t when danger tape fluttered uselessly at your feet.
Every time, you walked away shaken but alive.
Every time, Anton showed up minutes later.
Breathless. Pale. Furious.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he snapped one evening, grabbing your wrist outside the newsroom hard enough to hurt.
You yanked free. “I’m fine.”
“You were standing under a damaged scaffold.”
“And yet,” you said lightly, eyes sharp, “nothing happened.”
His jaw clenched.
You saw it then—every time. The fear he couldn’t hide. The way his hands trembled like he’d just done something impossible and was barely holding it together.
You kept pushing.
Not because you wanted to die.
But because you wanted him to break.
* ˚ ✦
The fight finally exploded on the rooftop.
Wind whipped your hair around your face, city lights blinking below like distant stars. You stood too close to the edge on purpose, arms crossed, daring him to say it.
“You’re reckless,” Anton said, voice tight. “You’re not invincible.”
“No,” you shot back. “But you act like someone else is.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking!” You laughed, sharp and broken. “I fell out of a building, Anton. I should be dead.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he yelled suddenly.
The sound of it stunned you.
He never yelled.
Never lost control.
“You think I don’t see you doing this?” he went on, voice rising, cracking. “Every stunt. Every risk. Every time you put yourself in danger just to prove something?”
You stepped closer, tears burning. “Then tell me I’m wrong.”
He shook his head violently. “Stop it.”
“Tell me I’m wrong!” you shouted.
“I said stop!” His hands fisted in his hair. “Do you have any idea what it’s like—to hear sirens and not know if I’ll get to you in time? To feel your heart stop every time you don’t answer your phone?”
Your throat closed.
“I can’t” His voice broke, ugly and raw. “I can’t keep saving you from yourself.”
Tears spilled down your face. “Then stop lying to me!”
Silence crashed between you.
The city hummed below. The wind howled.
Anton stared at you like he was seeing you for the last time.
“You don’t get it,” he said hoarsely. “If you keep doing this, one day I won’t be fast enough.”
The thought hit you like a punch.
And suddenly terrifyingly …you understood. You weren’t chasing the truth anymore.You were punishing yourself to force his hand.You wiped at your face, laugh breaking into a sob. “I’ve been doing it wrong.”
He frowned. “What?”You looked at him through tears, voice steadying as something colder, sharper settled in your chest. “If I want answers,” you whispered, “I shouldn’t be risking my life.”
His breath hitched.
“I should be hurting you.”
The words hung between you like a held blade.
Anton stared at you, eyes wide not angry, not confused.
Afraid.
“Y/N,” he said softly, warning threaded through your name. “Don’t.”
Your hands were shaking, but you didn’t stop yourself.
You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled it out.
The small pocket knife you always carried. Not for drama. Not for threats. For survival. Visits to Gotham had taught you that much dark alleys, worse men, interviews that went sideways too fast.
Anton’s gaze dropped to it.
Then back to your face. Something broke in his expression.
“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered.
“I do,” you said, voice cracking. “Because you’ll never tell me otherwise.”
You stepped forward.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t dodge.
Didn’t flinch.
You pressed the blade forward .Straight into his chest.
The sound it made wasn’t what you expected.
Not flesh.
Not bone.
A dull, metallic clink…like steel tapping steel.
The knife bent.
Your hand jolted back in shock, breath leaving your lungs as you stared down at the useless blade, warped and trembling between your fingers.
Anton exhaled slowly. Like he’d been holding that breath for years.
“…So it is you,” you whispered.
Your knees nearly gave out. He reached for you instinctively, catching your wrists before the knife could hit the ground. His grip was warm. Solid. Human.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he said, voice rough. “I wanted to keep you safe.”
A broken laugh tore out of you. “You let me fall out of a building.”
“I caught you.”
“You let me think I was losing my mind.”
“I was terrified you’d hate me.”
You looked up at him then really looked.
No glasses. No cape. No mask.
Just Anton Lee, standing on a Gotham rooftop, eyes shining, secret laid bare and bleeding through every crack in his composure.
“You’re Superman,” you said softly.
He nodded once.
“And you’re an idiot,” you added, tears spilling freely now.
His mouth twitched. “I’ve been called worse.”
You shoved his chest hard, uselessly. “You lied to me.”
“I tried to protect you.”
“You broke my heart,” you snapped.
“I know.”
The way he said it quiet, wrecked undid you.
You surged forward and kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t careful.
It was anger and relief and fear crashing together, your hands fisting in his jacket, his arms wrapping around you like he’d been holding himself back from this for a lifetime.He kissed you back like a man who’d finally stopped running.
When you pulled away, foreheads pressed together, breaths uneven, you whispered, “Your identity’s gone, Anton.”
He closed his eyes. “I know.”
“You can’t unring that bell.”
“I don’t want to,” he said. “Not if it’s you.”
The city roared below you, uncaring.
Above you, the sky was wide and open.
“Get me an interview”your eyes met his brown ones.”one that lasts more than five minutes..” a smirk found its way on his face.
“Just an interview?...That I can do…and more if you ask”he let out making me raise a brow.
“Keep it in your pants lee , I’m still mad at you for keeping this whole superman thing a secret”
“hey…Its not like I could’ve just said “hey just so you know I’m an alien”
You laughed, sharp and breathless, scrubbing a hand down your face. “Of course you are. Of course the man I’m in love with isn’t even from this planet.”
That shut him up.
His eyes softened, something raw and vulnerable flickering there. “You’re—”
“In love with you,” you finished, stepping closer. “Don’t make a thing of it.”
Silence stretched between you, thick with everything unsaid.
Then, three days later, your phone buzzed.
Anton : Tomorrow. 9 p.m. Rooftop of the Daily Planet. Exclusive interview. Don’t be late.
You smiled despite yourself.
* ˚ ✦
The wind was colder than you expected that night, city lights blurring below as you waited with your recorder in hand. You were all business—jacket zipped, notebook ready, journalist brain firmly switched on.
A rush of air.
He landed behind you like gravity had personally decided to be gentle.
You didn’t turn right away. “You’re late, Superman.”
“Traffic,” he said, voice lower than usual. Familiar.
You faced him then cape, suit, the whole myth standing in front of you—and for a moment it was surreal. This was him. All of him.
You clicked the recorder on. “Let’s start simple. Why now? Why me?”
He stepped closer, close enough that the heat of him cut through the cold. “Because you already know. And because I’m tired of lying to you.”
Your throat tightened. “This is an interview, Lee.”
His mouth twitched. “Then ask me something.”
You swallowed. “What do you want?”
His gaze dropped to your lips. “You.”
The recorder slipped from your fingers, hitting the concrete with a soft clatter.
“That’s off the record,” you whispered.
“Everything with you is,” he murmured, and then his hand was at your waist, firm, grounding real.
You kissed him first.
Hard. Deliberate. No anger this time—just want, burning and undeniable. He groaned softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating straight through you as his restraint finally snapped.
Anton kissed like a man who’d spent his whole life holding back.
The cape fluttered uselessly as he backed you toward the low ledge, hands everywhere but still reverent, like he was terrified of breaking you even now. You tugged at the collar of the suit, breathless.
“You’re overdressed for an interview,” you muttered.
His laugh was low, wrecked. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
He lifted you easily, impossibly gentle for someone who could level a city, setting you down like you were something precious. Every touch was controlled, intentional—power leashed tight because you were under his hands.
You gasped his name when he kissed down your neck, when his forehead pressed to yours, when he whispered, “Tell me to stop,” like he needed permission.
You didn’t.
The city kept moving below you, oblivious, while above it all you came undone togetherheat and breath and stolen sounds swallowed by the night. For once, Superman wasn’t saving anyone.
He was choosing.
The world blurred.
One second there was wind and concrete and the distant sirens of Metropolis—
the next, you were indoors, warmth wrapping around you as reality snapped back into place.
Anton’s apartment. Dark. Quiet. Safe.
You gasped, fingers clutching at his jacket as your brain caught up to your body. “You—”
“I know,” he murmured, already apologetic, already careful. “I just didn’t want anyone to see you. Not like this.”
Not like mine, was what he didn’t say.
The door shut behind you with a soft click, and suddenly there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the way he was looking at you—like you were gravity itself, pulling him in no matter how strong he was.
He set you down slowly this time, like he was grounding himself, forehead resting against yours again.
“Last chance,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop.”
Your answer was your hands sliding under the edge of his jacket, feeling the heat there, the steady proof that he was real and here and choosing you again.
He exhaled, something broken and relieved all at once, and kissed you—deeper now, unhurried, like time had finally agreed to leave you alone. His hands memorized you with reverence, like he was terrified the moment might disappear if he moved too fast.
You pulled him closer anyway.
Clothes were discarded somewhere between kisses and soft laughter and whispered confessions—I wanted you, I was scared, I didn’t know how to choose this without losing everything.
Turns out he didn’t have to.
'God, Y/N, you're so fucking perfect,' he murmured against your neck, lips trailing fire down your skin. His hands roamed, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked under his touch. Praise dripped from his tongue like honey, each word stoking the fire in your core. 'Look at you, so responsive, so beautiful. You've got me aching just from one look.' You moaned, arching into him, and he dropped to his knees, eyes dark with hunger.
His mouth found your pussy first, tongue delving between your folds with a hunger that made your knees buckle
“Oh….oh fuck a-anton….agh”you let slip
. He licked slow at first, savoring your taste, then faster, flicking your clit with precise strokes. 'That's it, baby, let me hear how good I make you feel. Your pussy's so wet for me, clenching around nothing yet.' Fingers joined his tongue, two sliding deep inside you, curling to hit that spot that had you gasping.
He sucked your clit hard, the deep heat within building as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your first orgasm ripping through you before you could brace for it.
But Anton didn't stop. 'Come on, gorgeous, give me another. You're doing so well, taking my tongue like this.' His praise washed over you, pushing you higher even as your body trembled from the intensity.
He lapped at your release, fingers pumping relentlessly until a second climax tore through you, leaving you shaking and oversensitive.
“Sh-shit anton…Oh god….fuck”
You pulled him up, desperate to return the favor. Guiding him to the bed, you pushed him down and straddled his thighs, your hands wrapping around his thick cock. It throbbed in your grip, pre-cum beading at the tip. Leaning down, you took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, taking as much as you could. He groaned, hand tangling in your hair.
'Fuck, Y/N, your mouth feels incredible. So hot, so eager—suck me just like that, you're amazing.' His words spurred you on, bobbing faster, hollowing your cheeks as you worked him deeper, tasting the salt of his skin.
He bucked gently, praising through gritted teeth. 'Yes, baby, you're making me feel so good. Keep going, don't stop.' You hummed around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips, until he was close, hips twitching. But he pulled you off with a ragged breath. 'Not yet. I need to be inside you.'
Flipping you onto your back, Anton positioned himself between your legs, cock nudging your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously. 'So tight, so perfect for me. You take my cock like you were made for it.' Fully seated, he paused, letting you adjust, then began thrusting, deep and steady. Each stroke hit deep, building that coil again.
'You're incredible, Y/N—fuck, the way you grip me, it's heaven.' His pace quickened, hips snapping against yours, the bed creaking under the force. Overstimulation hit as your body, still sensitive from before, lit up with every plunge.
You clawed at his back, crying out as another orgasm built, his praises pushing you over. 'Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you squeeze my cock—yes, just like that, so good.'
He followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hot cum filling you in pulsing waves
. But he wasn't done. Pulling out only to flip you over, he entered you from behind, hands gripping your hips. 'One more, love. You can take it..you're so strong, so sexy.' Thrusts grew erratic, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in circles that had you sobbing from the intensity.
Praise flowed endlessly: 'My perfect girl, coming undone for me again. Fuck, your pussy's milking me so well.' The overstimulation blurred pleasure and edge, your body convulsing around him as you came hard, and he chased his release, flooding you once more with his seed.
Collapsing together, sweat-slicked and spent, Anton held you close, whispering more praises into your hair. 'You're everything to me, Y/N. I’ve saved the world a hundred times,” he said quietly. “This was harder.”
You smiled, eyes heavy, fingers curling into his chest. “Good. Means it mattered.”
as a girl with big fucking tits do u think anton would be into that 😔😔😔
idk about anton but me?🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 can i bury my face in them?🫣😝
nah, deadass now he would be !!
look at anton, look at his big ass hands. They’re greedy as fuck, the more he can grab the better. He’d randomly walk to you and squeeze them, they’d be his stress balls. He’d love flicking your nipples with his thumb, burying his face in them. He’d defo love cumming on your tits and slapping them with his cock too imo ofc😁
after an inbox...and going crazy over anton and eunseok after the riizing loud concert...here is this fic. remember that i am crazy you guys.
contains: anton and his girlfriend are exhibitionists by accident, eunseok is a peeping tom not by accident, sex at a house party, dom/sub dynamics
Eunseok walked past the sliding glass door into the backyard. He wandered past the smokers, the ones on their phones, and his friends coworkers.
He never missed a birthday party because he was a good friend, but he maintained the right to be a recluse the whole time. He didn’t speak to strangers, he only bounced from friend to friend at the party. Eunseok called this method pinballing, but he struck out when he got two of Shotaros’ friends names mixed up and stuttered. He ended up in the backyard, the metaphorical gutter of his social experiment. He was trying to get the nerve up to load in again or preparing to Irish exit and to not say anything about it unless someone else brought it up first.
It was nice that everyone in the yard ignored him. He’s sure he’s talked to these people before. Shotaro and Sohee decided to have a joint birthday party because Sohee was going back home to be with family and Shotaro was going on vacation to celebrate another year of living. Eunseok knew their friends by extension, like distant cousins you kind of envied for reasons unknown.
Maybe Eunseok was a freak. He hated talking to people he didn’t already know, but he doesn’t know how he came to know his current circle. He also preferred to chat with people in groups, no matter how close he was with one person. Sungchan was his same age friend from work, so naturally they started hanging out. Sungchan has always been in charge of carrying the conversations. Then he met Shotaro through Sungchan, and then he met Sohee through Shotaro. Sungchan started bringing Wonbin around and Eunseok found comfort in Wonbin being the one person in the friend group more awkward than him.
Anton came around last. He knew Sohee, Eunseok thinks. Or maybe he met Sungchan at the gym.
Eunseok shakes his head, letting out a puff of air. When he thinks of Anton he thinks of the incident that happened a week and a half ago. It was around this time in the day actually. Eunseok thinks about it every night when he shouldn’t, sometimes during the day. He pretends Anton didn’t see him even though he knows he did.
Eunseok still remembers the thrill that shot through him when Anton looked into his eyes through the crack in the door. He remembers the way your body looked, the sounds you made getting fucked by your boyfriend while he watched.
Eunseok believed he understood everything about your dynamic, but since then he’s had a problem. Everytime he sees the two of you doing anything he just sees what happened in the gym. Anton still listens to everything you say, following behind you. It’s innocent, Eunseok knows that. He’s desperate to please you, only listens to you no matter what. But ever since that night, it’s all erotic. The way he does everything you ask him to without hesitation reminds Eunseok of the way he was withholding pleasure from you. When you look at him, Eunseok thinks about how you were teary eyed. When you have to stop yourself from saying Tony instead of Anton, he remembers the way you whimpered his nickname.
Eunseok looks around the backyard. No one out here knows what you two do when no one is around. Eunseok looks past the sliding glass door into the common area where people talk casually in their groups. Eunseok keeps looking from the backyard, pushing his hands further into his jean jacket. He’s on his tiptoes, craning his head looking for something through the throngs of people like he can see through the dim light.
Eunseok realizes that he’s looking around inside of the house for you and Anton. It’s only just that since then he’s had a wandering eye, something Eunseok thinks Anton knows about.
When it’s just him and Anton it’s fine. The two of them are good at pretending like nothing happened. Anton avoids Eunseok but Eunseok has always been the type to avoid other people. Within a group setting it’s fine; Eunseok is always quiet and Anton is always respectful, even if when it’s clear he doesn’t want to be. If anything he will just be curt, the two of them just go through their sets at the gym. Anton used to look down at Eunseok when he’d spot him, telling him encouraging words that Eunseok would cringe at. But now Anton just looks straight ahead, not breaking a sweat when he has to lift the weights when Eunseok can’t finish his rep.
The only time Anton is outwardly cold is when you’re around. Eunseok bares his teeth at the cold. He has seen the look in his younger friend’s eyes when he leads you away by the small of your back. He’s felt the daggers, the implication of him knowing. Anton’s usual chatty demeanor was replaced with tight lip smiles and nods.
You noticed Anton’s standoffish behavior. You would give Anton a side-eye and nudge him when he would be too curt with Eunseok. Only then would Anton go back to his normal self, but Eunseok could decipher the hard stare Anton would give him. His hand would get a little tighter around your waist, sometimes it looked like Anton was guarding you, cutting Eunseok’s view off from seeing you fully. You were chatty and you were mostly oblivious, making up for the silence between the two by talking more.
Eunseok was being shut out by Anton. He wasn’t even able to see your full outfit tonighy, or the parts of your body your clothes couldn’t cover. When Eunseok came into the kitchen to get a drink you were already in the corner made by the counters with Anton beside you grabbing a drink. Anton saw Eunseok before he could make himself known, and he was moving to the side to cover your body. He faced Eunseok and Eunseok could feel his face getting hot. Anton did not falter, he continued to seemingly stare right through Eunseok.
“Just straight alcohol here. No mixers no nothing,” you said.
At some point you got tired of looking for drinks and turned your body. Over Anton’s shoulder he saw you eye your boyfriend, not being able to fully turn until you caught Eunseok’s eyes.
“Hey Eunseok!” You moved your boyfriend by a hand on his hip and Anton hesitated, but he moved a moment later. You covered the distance Anton tried to make between the two of you to hug him. “Didn’t think you showed up to stuff like this?” you asked.
Eunseok looked to Anton briefly. His hands were stiff in the air, shocked and too confused to wrap them around your body. This was too familiar, Eunseok was sure of it. Even though he’s seen you mostly naked and moaning, it wasn’t for him and he doesn’t think he’s given you a hug before.
When Anton pulls you away lightly by your shoulders, you stumble back. You’re giggly too, and Eunseok understands now. Everyone is a little nicer when they’re drunk, even Eunseok finds himself abandoning the things that make him the way he is. But he is sober, and so is Anton because his gaze doesn’t soften when he pulls you to his side.
Eunseok is looking at you and Anton as a couple. Your outfits compliment eachother, his pants are the same color as your shirt, and you are both wearing the same shoes. Eunseok watches you drink more, slightly leaning back the more your cup is tilted. It ends with Anton having to hold you upright. When your cup is empty you look at Anton, a playful smile on your lips as you lean into him more. Even though Eunseok knows you’re just so enveloped in Anton you probably forgot he was there. But you two just put on a show so naturally for him. Anton puts his hand underneath you chin and tilts your head up further to smile down at you. You look at his lips then his nose and his eyes last, biting your own lip as you look at him.
“We said we were going to play beer pong with Shotaro and Sungchan right?” You were nodding your head before he even finished the question.
“It’s upstairs right?” you asked.
Beer pong was played in the basement. Eunseok knew because he could hear the occasional cheer from Sungchan or Shotaro winning another game. Everyone was filtering in and out of the basement, counting their losses after failing to beat the duo. Sungchan always offered to play against his friends with the lie that it’d be a fair game. You two—even Eunseok—has been tricked into playing a game that couldn’t be won. Everyone knew it was downstairs, but Anton nodded anyways.
Anton looked away from you to look at Eunseok. Instantly his cheeks started to feel hot, his clenched fists were sweaty against his palm.
“Beer pong is downstairs.” he says.
“We are just going to go upstairs.” You pointed towards the staircase with people leaning against the bannister. Past the last person it’s dark. Eunseok doesn’t think there’s a soul up there. “We will be real quick.” you say.
Eunseok knew he was in the wrong. He felt the shame and the embarrassment when he was staring at his friend fuck his girlfriend through a crack in the door. He knew he should’ve made himself known, or turn on his heel and walk the other way when he realized what was happening.
But it wasn’t Eunseok’s entire fault. A door can be cracked open on purpose and the gym wasn’t private property. The blinds not being drawn on the room, you two hinting at what would happen when you went upstairs together. If Eunseok was pleading his case he’d say he was teased by the both of you. Anton knowing he was there outside the room made it seem like he was dangling a carrot in front of his face.
He watched you two saunter off towards the stairs. You led with Anton in tow, hand tight around his as he followed you up each step. He was clearing two at a time, and he kept a hand behind you that you couldn’t see to help you in case you fell. Eunseok was left alone in the kitchen, thinking about how cute you were tipsy and leaning side to side. Anton looked like he didn’t even have a drop of alcohol.
After a while, Eunseok ended up going outside. He felt like he had a social fumble with telling you and Anton something you two clearly already knew. He keeps thinking about your drunken smile, how happy Anton seemed to be at the receiving end of it. He was wandering around the backyard, looking up at the moon and rocking from side to side.
He was outside for so long everyone eventually found their way back in. He was still looking upwards, at the moon while thinking about nothing. This party was boring. You looked at Anton like he was the only man on Earth but you were still nice to him. Eunseok could still feel your chest pressed against his.
Eunseok looked inside towards the party. At some point the music had gotten louder, more people were packed in the kitchen and spilled into the livingroom and the rest of the house. No one was looking outside, the sliding glass door was shut. People would surely come out soon when it got too stuffy, or they’d open the space could air out. Eunseok felt like time was running out, that the window of possibly scaling the lattice decoration on the side of the house was closing. Eunseok looked up towards the second floor of the house again, right where your hands were pressed into the glass window. Eunseok thinks the lights spilling outside and the heat in the room made your hand prints visible.
He dug his feet into the astroturf. No one was checking for him, and you probably didn’t have to keep quiet because of the loud party downstairs.
“Anton might kill me,” he says quietly to himself. “if I get caught.”
Eunseok thinks about the consequences when he walks to the side of the house. He can climb it all the way to the top. Eunseok looks towards the house where no one is even looking outside. He puts both of his feet in the diagonal lattice, climbing only a little to test his weight. When he doesn’t feel it give Eunseok keeps climbing. He continues to climb even when he accidentally wraps his hand around a rose bush weaved throughout.
Eunseok takes his hand away from the wooden lattice. There’s a prickle of crimson red on his palm. Eunseok doesn’t care and puts his hand back on the stairs and continues going up.
Eunseok finally makes it to the terrace. He has to reposition himself to hold the rail of the wooden terrace. Eunseok pulls in a deep breath and pulls. He keeps going, even when he can feel a vein popping from his neck. The thing that keeps him pulling is the chance of reliving that moment in the gym. He has to breathe deep and focus on his time in the gym until his arms are shaking. His chest is pressing into the guardrail. He doesn’t see you or Anton, that means they can’t see him either. He keeps pulling, until it’s his stomach then his waist, then his thighs. He has just enough strength to move his knee to rest on top of the railing. With enough momentum he’s able to get up and over, trying to be as quiet as possible to get his foot on the wooden terrace.
Eunseok has to be careful to not make the wood creak. The terrace is large and he has to get to the other side to get past the blinds. Eunseok looks over the railing. He has a better view of the party from up here. People are still shoulder to shoulder inside of the house, the music spills outside as the set continues. He could just stay up here, watching people and thinking about why he risked injury just to come up here. His hands go to the railing, his grip tight.
“Tony.”
Eunseok instantly turns away from the party to look further down the terrace. He swears he sees the curtains blow between the small crack in the sliding glass door.
He thought that he’d never be as low as he was outside the gym all that time ago. Watching his friend fuck his girlfriend with his hand in his pants. You two were in a different position than that night. When Eunseok tiptoed across the wooden terrace he saw Anton leaned against the headboard of the bed completely clothed. His legs were stretched out and widened on the bed.
You were sitting between his legs, your pants balled up at the foot of the bed. You were completely collapsed against Anton, almost caving in on yourself in between pitifully moving your head to lean back against his shoulder.
Anton keeps your legs from closing in on eachother. They’re bent at the knee, your feet are planted on the outside of his legs. Anytime your knees come together Anton puts his hand on your thigh and pushes them apart. Anton spreads his legs a little further, spreading your own legs further apart.
“Why’d you get so drunk tonight?” he asks.
Eunseok sees your pout before your head hangs forward. You lean your head back again and Eunseok sees it bump against Anton’s chest. You leave it there, tilting upwards to try and look at him.
“Stop being mean,” you whine. “I didn’t even drink that much.”
“You didn’t even try to pace yourself.” Anton laughs into your hair and kisses the crown of your head. "Just went straight for the hardest stuff on the bar."
Eunseok remembers how much you bossed Anton around outside of the bedroom. Ever since that night at the gym Eunseok has seen you two in a new light. He noticed that Anton was the type to listen, and that dominance in a relationship came from him heeding your every request. Like a puppet without the toxicity, he controls you because you get to control him in every other aspect.
He knows his perception of the relationship is contradictory. He knows he sees the relationship through a skewed lens because he’s only really seen this dynamic play out in the bedroom. Maybe if he spent normal, outside of the bedroom time with you two he could form a better opinion. But now he’s forced to come to his own conclusions.
But even while coming to his own conclusions, he thinks he wants someone like you. A pretty girl that tells him what she wants, someone for Eunseok to listen to. He wants what you two have, he wants to make the girl that tells him what to do cry in the bedroom. He wants to deny you things, laugh when you try to be assertive. Eunseok thinks it's unfair Anton has it, but he's also positive he wouldn't know what to do with it. So he's forced to watch, no matter how cruel it is.
“Take your pants off,” you order. Eunseok smiles at the way Anton laughs at you when you whine again. Your hands slaps his thigh, and Eunseok watches you plant your hands to get a better look at him. He watches Anton look down at you before kissing your pouty lips with a smile on his face. “please, Tony?”
Eunseok is amazed that you lost your edge so fast. Even in the kitchen you seemed a little more in charge. Anton was following you up the stairs, he was guarding you like you were precious cargo.
But now, Anton coos at you and kisses your lips again. Eunseok watches you keep the same pout, expression unchanged. You still look sad, laying on the plea and the pout thick.
“I can’t.” Before you can respond Anton puts his hand underneath your chin to tilt your head further up. Almost instantly your arms falter, letting them fall from his legs to lay beside them. Eunseok watches you mess with the thick seam of his jeans. “What if someone walks in?” he asks.
"The door is locked," you reason.
Anton shakes his head, and Eunseok thinks about walking past the coverage of the curtains.
"If I were to fuck you, we'd be here all night."
Eunseok thinks about the party happening downstairs. He looks over the banister and sees some people have filtered into the backyard to get fresh air. The music is still playing, but it’s only a matter of time before the show ends and this house no longer belongs to the public. You guys are on someone’s well made bed, they’ll be coming up any minute.
Eunseok unfortunately needs Anton and you to hurry up. Eunseok needs enough time to scale down the side of the house before people will notice what he’s doing. Currently he’s covered by the banister of the terrace, someone would have to be looking to find him. But it’s only a matter of time before Eunseok finds himself in an even worse situation.
So Eunseok grits his teeth. He puts his hand over the growing bulge in his jeans, wishing that you’d let your leg slide down so he could see what Anton’s other hand was doing between them.
“What if someone walks in?” Anton repeats. Eunseok can hear the wet sound and he sees Anton’s arm flex. His hand is moving faster between your legs, and your body starts reacting. Eunseok watches your hand twitch up your body, until you palm your own chest and pinch your nipple. “What if someone is watching?” he asks.
Almost instantly Eunseok remembers that feeling in the gym. There’s a fear that shoots up his spine, then thrill when he sees Anton’s head tilt towards the sliding glass door. Eunseok is hidden behind the curtain, but he has to pull back to avoid Anton catching him again.
He relies on sound, the babbles of you trying to form a coherent response to his question. Something about it being unfair that you’re naked, that someone is watching you two and you’re the only one exposed.
Eunseok thinks he hears an apology too, something about you getting too drunk too fast and distracting him from beer pong.
“It’s okay, baby.” Anton kisses your head while your body starts slouching against his. “Just feels like we can’t have as much fun when you are drunk like this.”
“We still can,” your leg bends even more, hiding more of your body from Eunseok. “you can eat me out?” you ask.
“You might get me drunk.” Anton whispers into your ear and Eunseok almost doesn’t hear it. He has to crawl further down the terrace. “But don’t you wish we could have sex right now?” he asks.
Eunseok watches you clutch Anton’s wrist and hold it in place. Anton bites his lip, then bend down to kiss your neck. The moment his lips make contact your legs finally give up, your feet slide on the bed and Eunseok can finally see it. Anton’s two fingers are deep in your pussy, his thumb massaging your clit. He gave up the temporary speed for precision, driving his fingers in deeper and deeper each time.
You’re writing against his body, guiding his hand further into you like you want another finger. Anton purposefully withholds while continuing to kiss your neck. This has to be torture. For you or Eunseok he’s not sure, but you look like you’re close to tears while drool peaks from the corner of your lips.
“I think I’m close.” You’re already twitching and Eunseok can already tell the signs from the last time he was here. Eunseok unbuttons his jeans and unzips. He pulls his dick through the space in his boxers and starts quick. He’s almost completely lost the coverage from the curtains. “Anton please fuck me.”
Eunseok sees Anton shake his head defiantly. You push your head against his in the crook of his neck, but you have o strength against him. Anton continues to kiss your neck, laughing at you when you get louder with your whines.
“Maybe when we get home.”
Eunseok pulses his grip around his dick and speeds up his hand. He doesn’t have the luxury to match your pace. He has to hurry up and cum and leave, so he can get away before he could be found out.
“Why not now?” Anton can’t even answer before you’re pushing his hand further into your pussy “right there, Tony.”
Anton nods and keeps going, hitting the same exact spot over and over.
“You’re going to cum on this strangers bed?” he asks.
Eunseok watches you nod, the teasing not even registering to you. You’re just chasing after something, then Anton’s hand is over yours on your chest holding you tight. Anton sits up further on the headboard and you follow him. He’s doing everything to you, and Eunseok feels himself getting closer and closer. He’s so close, he doesn’t stop even when Anton thinks he pulls his gaze away from your pussy to look towards the sliding glass door.
“Atleast we aren’t outside.” he whispers.
You don’t even answer anymore, just move your hips to try and fuck yourself on his fingers.
“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing? To just be outside?”
Eunseok sees you nod again. He’s hot all over, even if this is the coldest night of Autumn so far. He’s sweating in his Carhart, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning. He just watches, looking at Anton finger you instead of his friend possibly looking at him be a peeping Tom.
Eunseeok just keeps going, and it hits him by surprise the same time your body seizes up. He has to quickly put his hand in front of his dick to not make a mess out here. He empties onto his palm, he stops jerking himself completely while Anton keeps fingering you. He doesn’t stop even when you try to push him away by the hold you have on his wrist. He doesn’t stop, even when you twitch and a tear finally breaks past your water line.
The party ends downstairs. Eunseok has to leave soon, before Sungchan makes him the designated driver of the night. He embarrasses himself further by wiping his cum on the front of his jeans. He can’t pull away though, because Anton keeps going as you dig your nails into his arm. When you try to pull away Anton pulls his arm over your shoulder to keep you pinned to him. He’s so close to putting an arm around your throat, Eunseok thinks you want it too.
He’s amazed that you’re cumming again with a twitching body and kicking legs. Eunseok sees Anton’s wide smile, almost sinister as he pulls sounds that Eunseok thinks might filter down into the backyard. Anton knows it too, because he pulls away from your neck to kiss you on the lips. He sticks a tongue into your mouth, purposefully sloppy until you have spit all the way down to your chin. You fail to kiss him back, and Eunseok feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay and watch what Anton will do to you before people start coming upstairs. He’s embarrassing, something even worse than that, so he should stay.
But then his phone vibrates. He looks past the terrace and sees Sungchan on the phone, stumbling around until he ends up in a lounge chair. He probably finally lost a beer pong game.
Eunseok casts one more glance inside. Anton is shushing you quietly in your ear, and then Anton looks onto the terrace right at him. Your eyes are already closing from being tipsy and the overstimulation. Eunseok wishes he could see the aftercare. But he has to go to the other side of the terrace, sling his body over the bannister to crawl back down.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
hi my loves ♡ after a lot of thinking (and a lot of procrastinating lol), i’ve decided it’s time for me to step away from this blog. i know this might feel sudden, but the truth is… this space just isn’t what it used to be for me. the hate, the negativity, watching my moots get targeted and disappear one by one it slowly stopped feeling like a safe little corner where i could write and have fun.
somewhere along the way, my passion for writing faded too. i kept trying to force it because i didn’t want to let anyone down, but i realised i was losing myself in the process. i’ve grown so much, and life is pulling me in new directions bigger, brighter, and honestly healthier for me.
so this is me choosing peace, choosing growth, and choosing to move on. i’m so grateful for every sweet message, every laugh in the tags, every request that made me smile. you all made this blog feel like a tiny world of its own, and i’ll always keep that close to my heart ♡
for now this is definately a goodbye but i might be back one day in the future and my dms will still be open for those of you who want to talk to me
thank you for loving my writing, for supporting me, and for being here. i’m closing this chapter with so much love and so much hope for the future.
gn! reader ノ pregnancy + breeding, none are directly mentioned
husband, cowboy! anton who helps you onto your horse like every evening before, hands familiar and steady on your waist. presses a soft kiss to your smiling lips before you settle in, his thumb brushing your hipbone through your shirt like he can't help himself.
husband, cowboy! anton who gives your horse an affectionate pat on the neck, murmuring something sweet to her before moving to mount his own. he catches your eyes on him and ducks his head with that shy smile that still makes your heart flutter after two years of marriage.
husband, cowboy! anton who rides beside you through golden fields you've crossed a hundred times, but today he keeps looking over, since he can't stop thinking about last night — your hands in his hair, the way you'd gasped his name, how you'd fallen asleep with your head on his chest.
husband, cowboy! anton who pulls up at your usual overlook as the sun dips lower, dismounting himself before coming to help you down. his hands span your waist and he lifts you slowly, letting you slide down the length of his body until your feet touch the ground.
husband, cowboy! anton who kisses your forehead as his grip around waist remains even after you're steady, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt to touch your soft, bare skin. the sunset catches your face just right and something in his expression cracks open.
husband, cowboy! anton who stares at you bathed in the golden honey sunlight, windswept and flushed and so beautiful that it physically hurts. his hands tighten on your waist like he's afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
husband, cowboy! anton whose voice comes out rougher than he means it to. god, look at you. his hand comes up from under your skin to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your sunkissed skin with gentle hands that ache to touch all the parts of you.
husband, cowboy! anton who leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, tasting like honey and summer and home. pulling back just enough to trail kisses along your jaw, down your neck, smiling when you giggle at the scrape of his stubble.
husband, cowboy! anton whose gaze drags over you like he's memorizing every detail _ the flush on your cheeks, the way your lips part, how the golden light makes you look almost unreal.
husband, cowboy! anton who cups your face and kisses you again, slow at first but quickly turning hungry. his tongue slides against yours, making a low grunt from his chest when you press closer.
husband, cowboy! anton who walks you backwards until your back is pressed up against your horse, his thigh pushing between yours. breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, teeth scraping your pulse point while his hands roam freely under your attire.
husband, cowboy! anton who pulls back just enough to look at you properly, pupils blown and breathing hard. his hand slides down to rest on your stomach, warm fingers splaying wide. the weight of it feels too meaningful to be ignored.
husband, cowboy! anton whose voice comes out wrecked when he finally speaks. want to start a family. not quite a question, but close enough that you know he's waiting for your permission, as he always does.
husband,cowboy! anton who kisses you desperately when you nod. only with you, you manage to say as your fingers twist in his shirt and pull him closer. he shrugs off his jacket without breaking away, laying it down in the grass with one hand while the other stays tangled in your hair.
husband,cowboy! anton who guides you down onto it carefully, settling between your thighs and makes quick work of your jeans. his hands shaking slightly as he touches you, reverent and sure all at once.
husband, cowboy! anton who takes his time despite the urgency thrumming under his skin, working you open with his fingers first while kissing you breathless. only, finally, pushing inside when you're begging for it, and even then he goes slow, wanting to savor the moment under the sky.
husband, cowboy! anton who buries his face in your neck as he moves, one hand laced with yours and pressed into the grass. whispering how much he loves you between ragged breaths, and how perfect this is, how perfect you are.
husband, cowboy! anton who doesn't stop after you both finish, instead holding you close in the fading light with his hand still protective over your stomach, for the shared love between you two already blooming inside of you.
love u~~~~☆ thank you for reading! tune in for fame nov 24th
𓏵 having a boyfriend who was in the year above you and popular was not for the weak, especially when he has a whole fanbase that berates you over simply dating him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ the request for this fic disappeared from my asks 😭 but anyway thank you anon for requesting ♡
dating someone who’s popular is one thing, but dating the anton lee? that was a whole other thing. if you asked the whole school about him, 97% of them would say they wanted him. to be fair, he is the perfect man – tall, smart, a swimmer, and insanely good looking. it wasn’t a surprise that everyone had an underlying crush on him. and even though he was yours, you couldn’t help but feel a little ticked off whenever someone got a little too close to him.
it was hard getting the students to accept your relationship with anton. first of all, most of them were envious of you, and secondly, you were in the grade below him. everyday, students from anton’s year would come up to you and argue about how ‘they deserved the title as his girlfriend more’, or how ‘you’re too immature to date him.’ it drove you insane. if he had a competition, people would make signs and posters, calling him their boyfriend, and that’s why you didn’t like going to them.
“i’m so nervous, baby.” anton pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands carded through your hair, humming softly as he held you tight. “come to the competition, please?”
“i don’t wanna see all those posters, anton…” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. “please, y/n. i wanna see you there or else i’ll come dead last.” he held your face, positioning it so you’d look at his pleading face. “please? just for today. plus, the guys’ll be there, they’ll hide them from you.”
as much as you disliked going to his competitions due to all the posters, knowing it’d put you in a bad mood later, you had to go. for anton, at least. “fine,” you gave in, leaning your weight on anton.
his smile reached his eyes, when you agreed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “thanks, angel.” he quickly ushered you out of the guys changing room, hearing more people bustle in. “i’ll see you out there.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, letting it linger a little longer this time.
it had been barely ten minutes until you started noticing all the banners, but thankfully you also noticed anton’s friends who were calling you over to sit with them. the competition was gonna be a long one.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the crowd was relatively quiet, but the moment anton stepped out? it’s like he was offering everyone a million dollars. girls screamed his name, standing up and jumping around in the bleachers as he walked out, giving you a small wave.
“they really love your boyfriend, huh?” shotaro chuckled, still astonished by the volume of the mob despite experiencing this multiple times before.
eunseok clicked his tongue at the sight of so many losing it over anton. “don’t they know he’s taken?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting. “gosh, they’re insane. look at those posters.” he pointed at a select few, reading them out. “...’lee anton, you’re mine’ oh, yeah no.”
“i can’t believe even the older students do it.” sohee furrowed his brows, as annoyed as you. “it’s so childish.”
shotaro saw how your smile slowly turned the other way around, quickly deciding to say something. “it’s okay, y/n. anton only has eyes for you.” he pat your shoulder, nodding his head.
the swimmers had hardly touched the water and the rally got louder, piercing through your eardrum. and that was just the start. as the tournament went on, the yells for anton just kept on increasing. girls’ squeaking voices rang in your ear, shrills loud enough to break the glass windows.
once anton had ultimately won most of his events, bringing home three golds and two silver medals, his fangirls snapped pictures of him, some even took pictures with him, posing like he was a celebrity.
you made your way down the stairs, ready to congratulate your boyfriend, when another student, one in his year, stopped you in your way, blocking you from anton.
“excuse me, i was here first.” she said in a stern voice, keeping her arm out, defending you as if she was a security guard for anton. “get in line.”
“i’m his girlfriend,” you said, keeping your voice calm, though on the inside you were burning with anger. you attempted to push through her shield of an arm, but she used all of her strength, shoving you back to where you were.
she rolled her eyes at your perseverance. “i don’t care if you’re his girlfriend. you don’t deserve to be, anyway. he should be with someone more mature, someone in his year, like me.”
unbeknownst to her, anton had been listening the whole time behind her.
“could you not block my girlfriend’s way?” he said, clearly annoyed. “i’m dating her and not you for a reason. i don’t care if you’re the same age as me, y/n’s the one for me.”
her face turned bright red, full of embarrassment. “s-sorry…” she managed to mutter before scurrying away.
anton eyed her as she ran away, glaring at her through the corner of his eyes. “hey, baby.” his medals clanked against one another as he walked toward you. “thanks for coming,” this time, he kissed you on the lips, holding your waist with a strong grip. “my lucky charm.” you could feel him smile as he kissed you, smugly showing you off in front of everyone who wishes they were in your position.
“ugh, tonie…” you whined as you pulled away from his face. “your hair’s literally dripping.” you exhaled, grossed out by how your hands were soaked in pool water now.
he drew you back into his arms, giggling as he shook his hair, flinging drops of water on you. “whatever.” he laughed at the way you complained about him drenching your uniform yet still hugged him back.
it was safe to say that you were the only one for him.
happy birthday ivy :3 happy 23 ! meeting you online was honestly one of the best things to ever happen this year :( i hope your day is full of love, laughter and everything that makes you smile !! may you stay healthy, happy, and surrounded by all the good things for all the years to come 🎂🌷 ily lots <3 @strawbrryvyy
Helloooo! I would like to request a Anton academic enemies to lovers fic (this is my first time requesting kinda nervous🫣)
Differences within.lch
anton x fem!reader
You used to trace stars in the sky with Anton.
Not because either of you really knew anything about constellations, but because it always made him laugh when you pointed to three random dots and confidently called it “Stargirl’s Baseball Bat.”
“You made that up,” he’d grin, nudging you with his shoulder, the warmth of late summer folding around you both like a blanket.
“I didn’t,” you’d lie, pretending to be aghast. “You just don’t have an eye for celestial geometry.”
You were kids. Glued to each other's hips. He wore scraped knees and cheap headphones; you wore too-big dreams and untied shoelaces. You shared watermelon slices in the summer, secret hideouts in the woods, playlists burned onto USBs. You shared everything.
Until he stopped sharing himself.
It didn’t happen overnight.
But it was like… the smarter you got the more compliments teachers threw your way, the more people praised your potential the quieter he got. The less he reached out. The more he pulled into himself.
By the time you hit high school, Anton had turned into a ghost who scowled when spoken to.
“We’re just… on different paths,” you told yourself when he began avoiding you in the hallways. “It happens.”
But what hurt what really cracked your chest wide open was that he wasn’t indifferent.
He was mean.
Late sophomore year, you caught him waiting by the chain link fence after school, arms crossed, jaw tight. You lit up when you spotteed him.
“Anton—!”
He cut you off. “You really think you’re better than everyone else, don’t you?”
That knocked the breath out of you. “What?”
“All that class president shit. That tutor gig. You always act like you’re saving the world or something.”
You blinked. “Why are you saying this?”
“I’m just being real. Not everyone wants to live in some perfect little picture like you do.”
He walked away before you could respond
present day
Anton Lee is annoying.
You tell yourself this as you sift through flyers for the town’s community project fair, pretending not to see him manning the booth next to yours.
You’re organizing a fundraiser for the local library’s renovation. He’s apparently “supervising” some kind of open mic night.
Which is ironic, since Anton doesn’t talk to anyone.
Still doesn’t talk to you.
Still looks at you with that familiar, unreadable expression like a storm constantly threatening to rage but never quite letting loose.
You don’t look back.
He’s the one who left. Not you.
But god, if it doesn’t make your chest ache.
The boiling point comes quicker than expected.
It’s nearly midnight. You stayed late, cleaning up after the fair, picking up flyers and pushing chairs back into place. You thought everyone else had already left until you hear the unmistakable thud of a guitar case being dropped.
You turn around and see him Anton. Slouched, tired-looking, mop of hair falling into his eyes.
“What are you still doing here?” you ask, arms crossed, voice sharper than intended.
He shrugs. “Could ask you the same thing.”
You snort. “Of course. The world revolves around Anton Lee.”
“Didn’t say that.”
“No, but you think it,” you snap. “Just like you think everyone’s out to look down on you.”
He freezes.
“Yeah. I noticed,” you continue, stepping closer. “I noticed how you gave up. On everything. On me.”
His jaw tightens. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” your voice cracks. “God, Anton, what the hell happened between us? We were best friends and then one day you just decided I was the enemy.”
"I didn’t—"
“You did. You treated me like I was something disgusting. Like I made your skin crawl just for existing. You humiliated me. You talked down to me.”
He doesn’t respond.
And that breaks you further.
“Say something!” you shout.
“I was in love with you!”
Silence.
Deafening.
Your hands are shaking now.
“What?”
“I was—” his voice is low and trembling, like it physically hurts to say the words. “I was in love with you. Since we were kids.”
You stare. “Anton…”
“I didn’t know what to do with it,” he confesses, voice barely above a whisper now. “Seeing you grow into everything good… And me? I was just that guy who couldn’t keep up. The dumb one. The one who peaked in middle school or whatever. I couldn’t stand how jealous I was. How stupid I felt for wanting more.”
You don’t know when you started crying.
“I thought if I pushed you away,” he chuckles bitterly, “maybe I’d stop wanting you. Maybe it’d hurt less.”
For a second, the only sound is your heartbeat in your ears.
You step closer. He flinches—like he doesn’t believe he deserves to be in your orbit anymore.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you whisper.
“I was scared.”
“Well,” you murmur, wiping your eyes, “me too.”
His eyes shoot up, locking onto yours. “What…?”
“I liked you, Anton. I liked you, and you left me in the dust. Do you even know what that did to me?”
“I’m sorry,” he says instantly. “I’m so—”
You kiss him.
You don’t overthink it; you just go.
And it’s messy. Pained. Real.
He kisses you back like he’s breathing again for the first time in years.
you gasp as your lips detach from his , lipgloss all ove the place as you stared into his pupils.
contains: fratboy!anton, unistudent!reader, fem! reader, ooc cus anton is lowk a jerk in this, masturbation, p in v, choking kink maybe, mentions of alcohol, light angst, a little bit of drunk wonbin x reader, based on picture you by chappell but its a gay author writing about hetereo relationships and she did not proofread this
Honestly i'm just in a really bad mood today so this will either heal or destroy me even more. first time writing in years and first time en tumblr god bless me. english is my second language as always.
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Music blasting in the air while you shove yourself through the crowd full of drunk people. You weren't the one to usually be seen at parties. You hated the loud noises, the stinky ass people and just the sheer amount of effort to get ready. But here you are, with a beer in your hand, lost at this frat party.
You ask yourself why did you even bother coming to this place in the first place. Hours ago, you had to dig through your closet to find the tightest pair of shorts and an old black camisole, which were appropriate attire for a party in your mind. Looking at yourself in the mirror hung on the back of your door before leaving, you take a deep breath in, and out.
"You can do this. You have to do this"
You clearly had an answer as to why you are where you're at right now.
A month ago, you met Anton at a records store. You knew who he was, of course. The campus’s tall, handsome guy who plays the bass and talks to every girl with that tone of voice that would make you believe you were the only girl in the world. You didn't expect to see him here.
Well, he does play music but seeing the designated frat boy crush in a corner records store is still an unexpected moment for you.
So you walked up to him, praying that he remembers your face from that one time you talked at orientation 2 years ago.
"Oh yeah, i know you, from economics"
That was better than anything you have hoped for. Hell, you even forgot he was in economics with you since he always sits at the back with his weekly girlfriend. You don't know how girls managed to be fine with him switching them out every week but it wasn't none of your business.
Well, now it is, a little bit. The conversation about your favorite bands at the records store turned into greeting each other every time you walked by him in the hall, him sending you music in your DMs (now that he finally follows you on instagram), tagging you under posts about music festivals and concerts. And Monday came, he walked in and just sat right next to you in class, no new girl for this week on his arm.
"Morning." He turns his head to greet you.
"Hey," you stuttered out a word "do i have to save your girlfriend a sit, or i can just move-"
"Haha, no. No girlfriends. I'm single, have i not told you" he laughed out like it was just a funny joke, like you and anyone who's around isn't confused why he chose to sit next to this random girl in economics right now.
You thought to yourself: were you this week's girl, and also why you? All the previous girls were either the campus muse, rich, or just simply more popular than you'll ever be.
Apparently, you were not as he continued to sit next to you for the rest of the month leading up to the party.
And that messed you up so bad. Too bad.
You come home every night just to go under your blanket, slide your clothes right off and start imagining about your new sit mate. Your heart drops at the fact that you know he knew you blush every time he looks at you. Biting your lips at the thought of his voice whispering against your ear like how he did in class.
Sitting next to him gave you a clear look at his physique. Broad shoulders that you'd die to have your legs hung on, big rough hands from playing the bass that you know would feel so good inside you, pumping in and out, reaching that soft spot inside you. Your fingers move faster, chasing your high while you moan out his name. In your head, he's above you, silver chain dangling on your face, beads of sweat on his forehead while his hand wrapped around your neck. He's grunting your name, calling you his perfect little slut while your cunt sucks him in like you're scared he would disappear. And then you feel that twist inside your stomach, you inhale sharply at the same time the Anton in your mind pushes himself inside you one last time. You feel liquid flowing out yourself, pupils blown and you exhale one last time. Anton fades away, like every other night, while you lay there alone in your bed, feeling both guilt and longing for something real instead of this.
So that's why you’re in this frat house. You're chasing that heat in your belly, but also the non-stop (hamilton mentioned) thumping in your chest. You want to fuck Anton, really fuck him in real life for once. Not just because of lust, but because you convinced yourself you have a chance with him from all the glances, the whispers, the soft touch of vour hands when neither of you move away. You really think he's different this time because why would he act like that, with you, if not for a big change in his heart, one that would make him give up his old life with a new girl every week, that would result in him holding you every night and looking at you with all the love in the world.
So you pushed through the crowd to find him. You asked some wasted guy who you believed his name was Wonbin or something if he knew where Anton was. Though he terribly tries to flirt with you as you reject him, he does point you to Anton's room, at the end of the hallway. You take a deep breath, and make your way to the door. It's cracked open just enough for your eyes to peak in.
And there he was, fucking some blonde bitch who you didn't even bother to look at on his bed.
It was all like what you had imagined. Her legs on his shoulders, silver chain on his chest twinkling under the lack of lights in the room, hair sticking to his forehead while his hoarse voice groans out some profanity while he drills into her. He was just like how you imagined, just not with you. Your throat dries up and you froze, didn't even notice you have dropped your beer to the ground.
He turns his head towards you, smirk on his face as he keeps thrusting in the girl beneath him while not breaking eye contact with you.
"Hey baby, glad you came...Wanna join us?"
And at the moment, disgust fills your body. You slam the door closed and walk away as fast as you can, hoping that would stop the tears that have already rolling down your cheeks. You despise yourself for ever thinking you could "change him". All the images of the sweet Anton in your mind just mush into one ugly shape and you promise yourself to never look at him again.
That night, you ended up fucking that Wonbin guy. As you ride him dumb, tears gather in the corner of your eyes and roll down your flushed cheeks again as you cry from not only the pleasure but the pain and hatred you felt. Wonbin was drunk enough to let you do anything to him, not seeing your fucked up expressions while he's deep in his own high.
"Ah fuck baby...You're fucking me up" He moans out, fingers digging into your hips
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...Milking me dry tonight baby..."
And you don't even care. You doubt you even heard him at all. You were busy chasing your own high while fucking all the hate in your heart onto this random guy.
Could you possibly do a fic or Drabble with virgin!reader getting non con by Anton, but he’s being suffocatingly gentle and loving, have reader in missionary and hugging her. Telling her how much he’s loves her, she’s doing so well, she needs this. Reader is just crying and begging him to stop but he just kisses her tears away and tells her to just relax and give in, he’s doing this cause he loves you
i'm sorry it took me so long to reply 🫠 i was proofreading this while i was in class, so im sorry if the writing isn't that great but i hope u like how it turned out !!
cw. noncon, loss of virginity.
if anton had to chase you for the rest of his life like a dog to keep you from giving yourself to another man, he would do it in a heartbeat.
the simple thought of letting you be touched by someone else while he could not only touch you, but adore you and be so gentle that you would beg for more, his lips would caress your warm, soft skin with kisses, he was the one who would give you everything you deserved, nothing less than chaste devotion.
it was like you had ripped out his heart with your own hands, crushing it without a second thought when you told him you had met someone, and he couldn’t understand how you could give yourself to someone like that, as if he hadn’t been aching for you and your touch since his eyes landed on you.
he must be the only one to have such a breathtaking view of you as he took you in, the sweat glistening on the curve of your breasts, the small bruises he left on your neck, your soft thighs pressing against him, the bone of your knee against your body causing painful pressure.
it was the prettiest sight he had ever seen in his entire life.
his thumbs rubbed your flushed cheeks, wet from your warm tears. your hands pressed against his chest trying to push him away, but all your defenses were in vain as he pressed you against the soft surface, his arms around you, keeping you close.
“it hurts, tony.” your attempt was frivolous, your whimpers only made him kiss your cheeks, trying to ease your pain.
“i know,” he said, pressing kisses to your face so lovingly, his hips pressed against yours as his cock stretched your folds, he shivered at the heat of your pussy clenching around him as you strained to take him, the stretch making more tears stream down your face. “just…”
“please, anton…” your sobbing voice echoed in his ears, the sound of pleading mixing with the desperate moans escaping your lips as his gaze was locked on your face, the sclera of your eyes reddened by your tears. “stop, please.”
he just kisses your face, feeling the salty tears on his lips, his warm breath blows against your face as he nibbles the soft skin of your jaw.
he was doing it because he loved you, you would understand.
“i just…" he murmured, feeling the heat in his lower stomach. he swallowed hard. it was heavenly, the feeling of your tight heat squeezing his length as he rut against you, each thrust making him feel on bliss.
“i love you, please…” he breathed, pressing his lips against yours, the overwhelming feeling of euphoria that started in his cock, traveled down his body to toes. his body grew hot and sweat trickled down his temple as he thrust into you. “i love you…”
he breathed, guiding his lips to yours in a gentle kiss as his cock slammed deep inside you, his hot cum filling you, slippery and dripping down your folds as he whispered how much he loved you. the pain would soon pass and you would understand.
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