#riize lee changyoung

[bambisnc]

seatmate!anton who's the quiet kid tm of class, sitting at the back and rarely ever speaking out much to all the teachers' dismay; but when you get to really know and talk to him he's .. actually super fun and cute

seatmate!anton who draws tiny dinosaur doodles (🦕🦕) all over your hands, the margins of your notes - even scattering some all over your desks (he makes them have little speech bubbles like '🗨️🦕 hi ‹3')

seatmate!anton who's always there earlier than you (it's the early morning swim classes ykk?) and without fail always ensures that there's a little snack with your favorite beverage waiting there for you; he knows you skip out on breakfast sometimes when you're getting late

seatmate!anton who dictates out stuff to you when you're not able to see the board clearly. honestly, he'd even take your notes for you if you bribe him into it (he'd probably offer to do it himself actually, when he notices your not able to concentrate because of that headache of yours or because you're just not feeling too well that day)

seatmate!anton who'd pass cute little notes to you where you both would have whole conversations,, with him giving you all the tea because he always knows everything about everyone somehow ?? (it's the soft boy vibes people just straight out tell him stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

seatmate!anton who's surprisingly really physically affectionate? and in the oddest ways too.. he'd tuck bits of your hair behind your ear when he'd see them falling over your face as you struggle to look for something in your bag; bump his shoulder against yours when you tease him a little too much; casually rest his head against your shoulder in the middle of class to name some,,

seatmate!anton who's always there to bring you back, to centre you when your mind drifts away - zoning out to thoughts of him and his pretty eyes, and nose, and lips.. - during a particularly boring class. he'd slip his fingers through your hand, whispering a gentle "hey,.. you gotta focus" right next to your ear .. <3

notes : dedicating this to yuvieeeee + [m.list]

[atrirose]

‎ ꪒꪒㅤ BUCKET LIST

ft.riize anton ✷ fluff wc.320 warning. kissing lol © atrirose

“it’s raining” anton said as he walked in your room arms full snacks “mhm it is, it’s also quite cold so why don’t u put on a jacket” you say as you watched him pace around your bedroom window “i really wonder whether you are my girlfriend or am i your girlfriend” he says sitting next to you “you are my beautiful princess” he let out a snort, laughing while laying his head on your shoulders “will you fulfill your princess’s wish” you nodded looking at your phone “and what might that be”

“it’s really a bucket list” he said making you face his way “bucket list?” you asked waiting for him to continue “i want to kiss you-” before he could finish you are already kissing him, while he giggled “stop not like that ha-” he gently pushes you away to catch his breath “then how anton” you said pouting, arm crossed

“i want to kiss you in the rain” he looked at you eyes sparkling “it’s too cold-” he smiles knowingly, he knows that his smile is your weakness, he know it gets you weak in your knees “ugh fine” as soon as he heard that he was dragging you out of your house “be careful anton you and i both would slip” water hit your skin as you shivered from cold watching anton soaking in rain, water dripping down his hair, all that cold was gone as soon as his lips met yours, soft and warm in contrast with the chilly weather, it was wet and sweet. his lips moved in a teasing sense, his hands supporting you. “you are cute” he says smiling “shut up, you better not catch a cold running in that shirt”

“achoo”

“seriously anton” you scolded him, he just laughed “it was worth it” tried to kiss you only to get dodged, he pouted “nuh uh, no sharing of pathogens”

“come onnn”

[harufluff]

my seahorse ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊

💬 : fluff, unestablished relationship au, afab!reader x bff!anton, ⚠ best friends to lovers trope, not proofread, 0.7k

“could you come over…” your voice was shaky through the phone speaker. anton had known you were at home because you had texted him hours before complaining about your neighbors.

“a-are you ok? did something happen?” his heart started beating faster. despite just being a friend, a best friend as you would put it, anton always worried about you.

weather you are up to no good, or just getting good news. he was here to support you no matter what. maybe a little too much for just a friend.

“i’m fine. just please be fast.” and just like that you had hung up, leaving anton scared and surprised with the various possibilities bouncing around his head.

anton made his way to your house as fast as he could. when he finally got to the front door of the house he had been to so many times before, he knocked. his heart finally began to calm as he heard the soft footsteps of your feet coming down the stairs.

the door opened to your face. no makeup, inches shorter than where his face is, and a blanket wrapped around your head. “what’s wrong?”

anton’s soft, calming voice makes it to your ears. before he can even blink again, the door swings open and reveals your blanket covered figure coming towards him for a hug.

“y/n, seriously what’s wrong? are you hurt?” your best friends hands now coming up to take your hands in his, inspecting for any injuries.

“come look.” you use his hands current position to your advantage and take one of them, dragging him up the stairs to your bedroom, a room he has been to more times than he can count.

you sit down on your bed, blanket still covering your lap, while anton stands in the doorway, still astounded, but mostly confused of your intentions.

“come sit. i wanna show you something.” he came to sit down on the bed next to you, anxious of what was to come.

anton’s nerves continued to be more prominent. “are you sure you’re ok?” he asks one more time before you dragged your laptop to your legs.

your curser traveled to the corner of the youtube screen to press the play button, then a pair of sea horses swim into the view of the camera.

a deep, manly voice comes out of your computer explaining how sea horses mate for life and stay together forever. your head turns in your best friends direction, tears on the brim of falling down your face.

“w-wait, what’s wrong? why are you crying” anton asks you, words coming quickly out of his mouth. “they mate forever, ant. imagine staying with someone you love for the rest of your life!!”

a slight smile rises to his face, finally realizing your sudden sadness was not necessarily sadness. “you still haven’t answered my question. why are you crying over some sea horses, y/n.”

anton held your face with one of his hands and whipped the stray tear now running down your face. “it’s just so romantic, y’know?”

you let the weight of your body tumble down as your back hit the soft covers of your bed. “i wanna find someone like that one day.” your eyes rest in the same place of your ceiling.

anton thinks about what to answer with for what feels like a couple seconds too long. “i have already.” you sit up straight right away, eyes wide open and staring into your best friends.

“who….?”

his cute smile made its way up to his lips as his face began to grow pink. “it’s you. you’re my seahorse…” anton tried his best to keep the eye contact with your still wide eyes.

“if you don’t feel the same way just tell me and i’ll forget i ever said it.” his gaze then dropped down to his hands that were resting in his lap.

“anton…you’re my seahorse too…” all of a sudden you felt anton’s body weight on top of yours and the room was filled with giggles from the both of you.

his face pops up from the crook of your shoulder, a lasting smile still on his face along with yours. “my seahorse”

a.n - sorry i havent posted in like so long lol. please enjoy! <3

©️harufluff 2024

[snoopyana]

lacuna.

“girl you can call my phone at four in the morning.”

you have a boyfriend. he knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. but he’s your best friend, who also has a fat crush on you, and for his birthday he had one wish. but wait, who’s at the door..

lee ch. / anton. smut. guys im sorry but another cheating type fic, i js can’t be stopped.

anton was seated on his couch, making weak attempts to focus on the game of uno that he was playing with sohee and wonbin — but his eyes just kept wandering back over to you. the way you sat crisscrossed in one of the multiple beanbags he had thrown around his apartment living room. the way you were gripping your phone as if someone was gonna take it from you. eyes glued onto the screen while your fingers rapidly tapped the screen.

probably texting your boyfriend.

earlier, after singing happy birthday and eating a slice or two of cake, you were quick to hop back into whatever conversation you were having. avoiding any conversation with the others to get back to your phone. that was 30 minutes, and you were still going. the sound of your nails hitting the screen filled the room whenever it got silent.

watching the way your face contorted into one of, annoyance? maybe anger. he couldn’t tell, but his thought would be cut short when sohees’ hand smacked the back of his neck. “anton? it’s been your turn for the last three minutes.” sohee had the smallest smile on his face — he had taken note of where all of the younger boys attention landed.

wide eyed, anton used the palm of his hand to sooth the now red skin of his neck. “my bad..” mumbling under his breath, he threw a card out before turning his attention back to you. the expression on your face now clearly one of discomfort — your fingers still hitting the screen without missing a beat.

what could have you so worked up?

the glow of your phone screen caused your eyes to strain, but you couldn’t look away. this was too important, if you stopped texting him for even a moment, he’d manage to be even more aggravating than before — him being sungchan.

before you even left that afternoon, you had told him where you were going. it was antons birthday after all, how could you miss his party? but he wasn’t having it. to be more specific, he wasn’t very fond of your attire. it was rather warm, so to suit the weather you had slid on a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies.

it was the shorts that set him off.

before you could even step outside of your house, he was opening his mouth to complain. something along the lines of, “why are they so short?” and “who are you trying to impress??” not wanting to hear his voice any longer than needed, you walked out. sure, it may have not been the best way to deal with the situation, but you would have done anything just so he would close his mouth.

that’s how you ended up here, arguing with him over text on why you’re out so late. your eyes shot up to the time in the corner of your screen — it’s only 9:30. you were forced out of your thoughts when anton stuffed himself into the beanbag. head resting on your shoulder, the gesture caused you to quickly exit your messages with sungchan. opening up a random app in the process.

“you’ve been sitting by yourself all night and barely even said happy birthday.” practically whining into your shoulder, his eyes shifted from your phone to your face. “ ‘m sorry ton, i had to deal with someone.” bringing a hand up to rake through his hair, you finally realized that everyone else had left.

rolling his eyes, antons’ suspicions were confirmed. you were texting sungchan and he was taking up all your attention on his day. a faint pout on his lips, anton didn’t answer — opting to lean his body further into yours. his silence was enough to tell you how he felt, ignored. but could you blame him?

in an effort to make it up to him, you stuffed your phone into the front pocket of your hoodie. “but, you’ve got my full attention now.” and that’s all he needed to hear before he was dragging you into his room. pulling you into the small bedroom, it wasn’t the first time you’d been in here and it definitely wasn’t the last. standing at the end of his bed, anton picked at the skin around his nails.

why was he so nervous to tell you his wish? a wish that’s been fulfilled a multitude of times.

your shorts were discarded at the foot of his bed, being left in your panties and hoodie. thighs on either side of his own, anton sat up against his headboard. hands roaming under your hoodie — groping at any piece of skin that he could find. while your hands gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to yours — deepening the kiss.

this was his wish. he could have been between your legs any day, but today it felt even more special. not just because it was his birthday, but because he knew sungchan was blowing up your phone while he got all you attention. the attention that he craved all day long but was taken from him. the feeling of your phone buzzing on his bed making the male smile against your lips.

pulling away to catch your breath, anton took this as an opportunity to try to rid you of sungchans hoodie — only to be stopped. looking back up at you, desperation in his eyes, anton tilted his head slightly. as if asking ‘why’ without saying a word. instead of giving him an explanation, you tugged at his pants. “i know what you want ton, but i gotta get back soon.” spewing out apology after apology, anton just frowned. his chest tightened with jealousy simply because you were still thinking about someone else that wasn’t him.

that frown quickly fading when the chilled air of his room rushed over his overly sensitive tip. one hand gripping onto your thigh, the other curled up in his sheets, he watched as you simply pushed your panties to the side, sinking down onto him with ease. any hint of jealousy that he once had seemed to poof from existence.

snaking his arms around your waist, anton jerked his hips up. setting a reckless yet weirdly affectionate pace. glancing down at his lap, he expected to see himself disappear in and out of your hole. instead he was meant with that fucking hoodie. covering up everything he wanted to see, reminding him of who you were going to go back to when he was done.

anton, now irritated, put all that negative energy into brutally pounding into you. if he couldn’t see what he was doing, he was definitely going to make sure you both heard it. your nails digging into his shoulders, the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping together filled any empty space that wasn’t taken up your rather loud moans.

that unmistakable ache in your stomach growing, causing a slight shake in your legs. “gonna make you forget all about him.” his sentence being backed with a groan as he shifted underneath you — unknowingly causing him to find a new angle. the switch making your body spasm. parting your lips with the intention of telling him to slow down, a drawn out whine would make its way out instead.

nipping and sucking on your neck, anton was drowning in the growing need to fuck every thought of sungchan out of your mind. even as your phone rang right next to him. stilling for a moment as you came around him without warning. before he could continue, the sound of his front door opening rang through his apartment.

he locked the door, right?

note- i love ending my fics abruptly. it was supposed to be longer but i’m legit so sick and exhausted. it’s time to use your imagination and imagine what happens next, also my little snoopy dividers are melting my heart. i love snoopy so much

happy anton day lovebugs.

[coqiito]

᭒⃜⃟彼は私の心を盗んだ 𓈒 ྀ

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ 이찬영

summary : you and anton had a lot of memories attached to seemingly meaningless songs

genre : fluff, anton x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, kiss author notes : i love my man (this is not proofread at all) word count : 0.7k

the atmosphere was dim, romantic even, as the music wafted through the air. you reminisced about the song, imagining your boyfriends hands on your waist swaying you gently. you imagined the love-sick look in his eyes as he finally leaned in, kissing you for the first time.

"are you okay? do you not like this song? i can put on —"

"no!" you blurted, features pink. you further approached him, laptop set against his legs as he scrolled with two fingers on the touchpad. "it's the song you first kissed me to, anton, i love this song."

he laughed quietly, "do you remember this one then?" he asked, looking up at your standing position.

you heard the familiar intro, laughing out as the memories started flashing behind your eyelids; a rainy night when you and anton had decided to try baking together — the spoiler was that it didn't go well, and you ended up walking to the nearby convenience store for ice cream.

you pointed an accusing finger, "if you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn't have burnt!"

he gave you his signature shy expression, which contradicted his bold words, "you're easy to distract though, y/n."

your eyes narrowed, you hummed in disbelief, remembering a couple specific memories where anton was more than distracted by you, "i won't say what just came to mind, baby."

he started playing another song, one that happen to be playing when those memories occurred. you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips; a laugh that was absentmindedly directed at your boyfriend. however, he knew it just as well, too.

anton decided he had enough of your mocking, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto the couch next to him. contrary to his desire, you were still giggling.

you pointed at the screen again, "this one always reminds me of you and the boys."

he smiled, and you rested your head against his broad shoulder, "this one reminds me of you, i always have to add it to my playlists."

you lifted your head silently, staring at his side-profile. your lips pouted, and you don't know why you wanted to start crying.

his face turned to you, lips only inches apart, "what?"

"that's the cutest thing I've ever heard."

"it was my most played last year." he admitted.

you felt your heart pound against its confines, looking into the eyes that always gave you comfort. you knew anton owned all of you; your heart was his, and his yours. you loved him more than the earth itself. more than life itself. you found it cliche at first, how you thought you couldn't live without him, however, it was true. you didn't know what you'd do without him. he was your peace of mind. your safe place. your home. the person you knew was always on your side. and all the memories attached to mediocre songs only confirmed it.

sweetly, you pressed your lips to his, letting the feeling linger. your breathing was in synch. your heart beat was in synch. your love for one another was in synch. you never had to give each other reassurance anymore because nothing was up for debate. he was your perfect person, and there's no one else you'd rather spend your time with.

anton pulled back, whispering so melodically against the music in the air, "i love you, y/n."

and another memory attached itself to a song that meant nothing to anyone else, but everything to you.

you pecked his lips quickly, a smile plastering your features — skin still tinted pink from everything.

"i know," you replied, looking down at the screen and choosing a different song, one he could attach to you. one that you could deem yours. one that you've always known had a special place in your heart. "i love you, more."

he felt his heart start beating, palms sweating, and skin tinting to match your shade. he'd never heard those words from you despite knowing they were true.

he switched the song, "not possible, baby." he joked, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his, and you smiled, squeezing it comfortably.

eventually, your head made its way back onto his shoulder, and throughout the rest of the night you both took turns picking songs that had memories attached to them, giggling and relishing in the tenderness that a seemingly simple thing could bring you.

if this was the little life people were talking about, maybe you didn’t mind it after all.

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[wishya]

you're lips, my lips, apocalypse . . ★

[henderyuni]

one last time.

“young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.”

lee ch. anton. cws; toxic relationship, smut, angst, coercion, physical violence(a few slaps here and there). dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. sungchan + wonbin play a small role. alludes to said roommates joining.

hi, yana here. ik you expected to see writing but i just want to start by saying i do not condone any of the actions that i wrote here. sure i wrote it, but it is called dark fantasy for a reason!! and if you don’t like it well, womp womp ig. you clicked even after seeing my very descriptive warnings, cough dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. anyway, enjoy lovebugs!!

all good things come to an end. but this was far from good and he refused to let it end.

harshly yanking at hoodie of your jacket, anton pulled you back into his bedroom of his shared apartment. letting you tumble over into the hardwood, he slammed the door of the room shut — blocking your only exit with his own body. the silence lingered as you slowly pulled yourself from the floor, fingers wrapping around his bed frame for support. watching as you struggled to riize to your feet, anton waited until your gaze met his.

“we aren’t breaking up. we aren’t supposed to break up. . .” voice hushed, a small smile crept onto his lips as he approached. arms ready to pull you into a hug, voice ready to spew out empty promises and apologies — like the last time. but this time was different. instead of letting him pull you in, you’d quickly dodge his advances.

you had let out a rather drawn-out sigh, followed by a few deep breaths — it was about time whatever this was ended. lips parting, anton waited to hear — and in the end, ultimately ignore— whatever you had to say. “no. we are breaking up this time. i can’t do it anymore. i can’t do this anymore.” you spoke with your arms wrapped tightly around your body, eyeing the door that was a few steps away. thinking of his roommates that were a few doors down.

they would help you if needed, right?

while your eyes were trained on the wooden barrier, anton was in a world of his own. it was almost as if his whole demeanor flipped. the weak smile he once had on his face being replaced with deep frown. eyebrows knitted together as the realization and weight of your words set in. you were trying to leave him for no reason.

truth be told, there was a reason. multiple reasons. and this was one of them — never accepting that he was in the wrong. because he always had to be right, no matter the how severe the circumstances maybe be. and in his mind, that rule applied to this situation.

eyes glossy, the anger he was feeling was enough to nearly make him shed a tear. fist clenched, his jaw tightened as he followed your eyes to his door. figuring out your plan as soon as your body did as much as shift. “you’re not leaving. . .” voice shaky, your attention would quickly turn back to him. taking note of his body language — that unmistakable rage lingering in his gaze. clearing your throat, you went to speak. only to be quickly cut off by his voice, this time he was louder and more intense. “you’re not leaving until i get to feel you…one last time. i won’t let you leave and they won’t let you leave either.”

eyes blown, his sentence did nothing but scare you blue. he wouldn’t force himself onto you. sure, he’s a bad boyfriend by all means.

but is he truly a bad person?

“don’t say that, you’re scaring me.” a tremble present in your voice, you were quick to beeline it towards your only exit. hands harshly tugging at the ice cold metal of his door, it dawned upon you that it was being blocked.

blocked from the outside.

fist banging on the wood, you used all your body weight in attempts to push whatever it was out of your way. all while anton would do nothing but watch as you attempted to get away. he would only stand there, because he knew there was only one way out. messing with the waistband of his basketball shorts, he couldn’t help but to get slightly turned on by the way you desperately tried to force the heavy wood open. but it wouldn’t get out of your way — they wouldn’t get out of your way. they being the two other individuals that your soon-to-be ex boyfriend lived with — sungchan and wonbin.

it wouldn’t click at first, until they were quietly answering your cries for help. through the cracks of antons’ bedroom door, your pleas to be let out being answered by the people who kept you in. muffled just let it happens and ‘m sorrys’ filled your ears. fear completely set in as you accepted that you were locked in. halting all movement, you truly left with one option and one option only.

get it over with.

arms falling down to your sides, anton was quick to yank your body over to his bed. he wasted no time positioning you onto your stomach. propping your legs up, his hands were greedily tugging at the rough fabric of your jean shorts. disregarding the way it harshly rubbed against your skin and the way your hands pushed at his— your resistance only irritating him. slapping the exposed fat of your legs as a nonverbal threat.

turning his attention to his own clothing, he pulled his pants, along with his briefs, down to his knees. slotting in between your exposed legs, anton didn’t bother with removing your panties. hooking two fingers onto the side of the material, he admired the way the thin fabric stuck to your folds as he slowly pulled it out of the way. “i’ll convince you to stay. can’t lose this..” mumbling under his breath, anton tuned out your heavy breathing and snuffles.

leaning over your body, his hand situated itself ontop of your head. pushing you down further into the mattress, he used the other to slowly stuff his tip into your cunt. using that same hand, he pushed up the thick hoodie that covered your torso — exposing the flesh of your back.

dragging his fingertips along your spine, he waited until your body relaxed ever so slightly. using the moment to push himself past your gummy walls. gripping onto your waist, he started off brutal and stayed brutal. the sound of skin and your muffled cries echoed through the room.

the noise inevitably covering the creaking of the door and the footsteps that followed.

hai, yana here. again. first henderyuni post, how we feeling? i’ll tell you how i’m feeling. ending? rushed. am i satisfied? very. are you satisfied? hopefully. part two? don’t ask. hope you have a lovely day hotties. i love you pls don’t die. also did we like my riize pun? pls say yes…

[ssungtaro]

shake for me

[snoopyana]

serendipity.

“i always feel like. . . somebody’s watching me!”

he’s truly a sweet boy, but he’s also a weirdo who’s sick in the head. but his intentions were never to hurt you, at least that’s what he tells himself everytime he breaks into your home every night. watching you. but he’d never touch you. not yet.

lee ch./anton. smut. no pene. a lil dark in a sense. stalker!ton

seated on-top of your mattress — back leaning against the headboard, your fingers lazily moved along the glass screen of your phone — reading over whatever baseless information news outlets were trying to shove down your throat tonight. the blue light from the device, paired with the dull bulb of your lamp that flickered and buzzed, illuminating your face and your close surroundings. every other object being engulfed in pure darkness, including the hall that was only visible from the small crack in the door.

reaching for the water-bottle that sat on your nightstand for the third night in a row, the creaking of your floorboards just outside your room caused your fingers to jerk — water-bottle toppling down onto the ground. causing your lamp to rock and unplug itself. leaving you in complete darkness, all as a result of the sudden shock from the odd noise that echoed through the empty corridor.

at least you could only assume it was empty.

slinging your legs over the edge, your feet touched the cold surface — sending a strong shiver through your body before you were on all fours searching for the plastic container. as your fingers scaled the hardwood, you couldn’t help but take note of the, now quieter, creaking noise that was now accompanied by, a shaky breath? or was it the breeze? did you leave a window cracked open? unsure if the odd noises were coming from your own body, you were quick to make the decision to abandon the bottle. opting to get it when it wasn’t unnecessarily dark and creepy. sliding back into the comfort of your sheets, your hands scavenged the thick blankets in search of your phone that had been pulled under when you made your mini journey onto the floor.

gripping into the case, you managed to retrieve the device from the endless hole that was the heap of blankets, pillows and stuffed toys that decorated and crowded your bed, like a mosh pit of cotton. attempting to relax your body, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was out there. going through a mental checklist to make sure you properly sealed your home up.

door locked? check. windows closed? double check. shit, vents locked? that’s ridiculous. . . letting your head fall into your pillows, a deafeted huff slipped past your lips. motionless, you stared at the ceiling, at least what you could see of the ceiling. letting the silence consume your thoughts, the digital clock on your nightstand clicking as it hit 12:16AM. eyelids suddenly heavy, you mustered up whatever strength you had to look over at the mini clock.

while he used all his strength to stay silent.

he knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help it. usually watching you from the outside and making his way inside when he was sure that you were asleep. but something told him to take it that slightest bit further tonight. so when he decided he was tired of peeking through windows when you were awake, tired of only being able to get close when you were asleep, realizing he wanted more — he needed more, anton slide in through your open bathroom window — not before watching your figure through the sheer shower curtains. watching as you wrapped your smooth body in the one of your thick blue towels when you stepped out of the tub. taking in what he could see before it was concealed from him. but this wasn’t his first time watching you from the bathroom window, it was actually more like his sixth. having your skincare routine memorized, anton would mumble to himself what product you would pick up. in his black attire, hidden in the darkness of your window, the one window that you forgot to lock.

watching you shuffle out of the room, he waited until the faint sound of your bedroom door creaked and groaned on its hinges. managing to slip his rather large-self through the opened window-frame as quietly as he could manage. heat rushed through his body as he silently cheered in the darkness. celebrating another successful break-in. his mini celebration didn’t last long though, when your footsteps echoed through the hall, right past where he was hiding. stilling, antons’ eyes darted down to the crack under the door — watching your shadow slowly move around outside the wooden door. something about it was so, stimulating.

gripping onto the door handle, anton hesitated before peeking his head out — just in time to see you slip into your room. sucking in his breath, he crept out into the dark hallway — hands dragging on the walls towards your room. stopping every here and there to limit the amount of noise he produced. the closer he got, the more excitement bubbled in his stomach. unable to believe he was so close, but so far at the same time. stationed just outside your door, the faint light from your lamp seeped out the crack. giving him just enough light to see you snuggled up in your bed — eyes filled with boredom as you paid attention to whatever was playing out of your phone speakers. shifting in place, he nearly forgot that he wasn’t supposed to be there. putting all his weight onto one foot, the sudden change causing the floorboards underneath him to creak under his weight. panicked, his attention darted down to his feet and then back up to you — you who were know eying the door.

watching as you slowly crept out of bed, stress replaced the once feverish excitement he had. holding his breath, anton was unsure of what he would do if you were to come to the door. how you would react if you saw him. what if you already saw him?

but you didn’t.

instead, he watched as you lowered your body onto the floor. the sound of your nails scratching at the surface. exhaling, he got closer to the door. eyes straining to try and catch a glimpse of you on the ground. noting how you grew quiet, he was startled when you popped back up. climbing back onto the mattress and pushing yourself into the blankets. hands clammy, anton watched as you finally laid down. holding his breath as you started to drift off.

now he just had to wait.

legs growing weak, anton didn’t enter the room until he was sure that you were truly asleep. the click of your alarm clock filled the air as he lightly pushed past the door, he made his way to your side. kneeling down onto the hardwood, watching the way your fingers twitched and your body shifted under the blanket. the same blanket he would pull off your body every other night. the same blanket that he accidentally came onto during one of his first nightly visits. the same blanket that now a small stain that you didn’t question. the same blanket that had a part of him permanently engraved into the material that was now wrapped around your body. fingertips grazing over the stain patch, he was quick to pull back the soft material — letting him see what he longed for every day. dreamt about every night. jerked off to whenever he could. mouth growing dry as his eyes fixated on the way your boobs leaked from out the top of the tank you decided to wear to bed. slowly looking down at the fuzzy pajama pants sitting low on your hips, keeping your bottom half hidden from his prying gaze.

using that same hand, he hesitantly began to stroke the exposed skin. taking in the way you shivered under his touch, but stayed fast asleep. dragging his finger tips up to your face, tracing your lips, eyes, and nose. “so pretty, so perfect. wish you were mine. . .” mumbling under his breath, anton brought his hand back to your chest. using his other hand to palm himself through the thin black sweatpants he dawned. lips parted, he just couldn’t hold back all his noises, no matter how hard he tried. looking over at your digital clock, he was meant with the bright 1:39AM. his roommates knew he was going to be home late, but the thought of them getting suspicious of his whereabouts worried him. deciding he needed to be out by 2AM, anton tugged at the waistband of his pants — pulling at the fabric just enough to let his cock free.

placing his hand back onto your chest, he grasped onto his base. giving one of your tits a light squeeze — he repeated the action onto himself. a breathy whine slipping out his mouth from the feeling. eyes finally fully adjusted to the dark, anton started to slowly drag his hand up and down. staring at your face as he did so. mind fogging with thoughts of you doing it for him.

or, of you waking up to watch him.

the thought scared him, but excited him at the same time. fantasies of you waking up and being disgusted by his action. speaking down on him for being such a sicko. and of course, the flip side of that, you waking up and telling him to continue. calling him sweet names even if what he was doing was creepy. however it played out, he wouldn’t even mind.

speeding up his pace, anton let his head fall onto the bed — hand still holding onto your clothed body. his choked up, yet quiet whines and moans filling the dead-space. jerking his hips up into his enclosed fist, his thighs shook. bottom lip tucked under his teeth, he repeated your name as his stomach tightened. body spasming, antons’ eyes shut and his ears rang. cumming on your floor, and slippers that were beneath his shaken body. helping himself up, anton attempted to clean up the mess he made. not realizing some of him was blotched on the poor pair of bunny slippers. slipping out of the room, he exited the home the same way he got in.

when you woke up that morning, sliding your feet into the violated shoes. you couldn’t help but tilt your head at the weird white patches on the pink material. shrugging it off as a food stain, you went on with your morning.

unaware it was another gift from your little stalker.

yana here, maybe im the real sicko but the way i was actually going crazy of the idea of stalker!riize is disgusting. i wrote this in less than 24 hours and proud to say that i don’t regret it. love the idea of anton being a weirdo but doesn’t mean it(he totally does).