ANTONY STARR CHARACTER UNIVERSE | Antonia's | ASCU |
Note: Includes characters I know and have watched. Also includes Antony. Homelander is not on this blog but click on his name for the masterlist for him. More characters added once I've been able to watch Antony's other projects.
LIST OF ASCU CHARACTERS I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR:
Antony Starr | Lucas Hood | Matt Sloane | John AU | Homelander (@theboysfanfic)
So if you request eg: Lucas x Reader, he doesn't only have to be Soft! or Damaged!
LIST OF x!ASCU CHARACTERS
Key: x!ASCU Character (Character variation)!(ASCU character)
Pristine Sir, Why?!Antony
Jealous!Antony
Soft!Lucas
Damaged!Lucas
Sassy!Matt
PenTester!Matt
Sexy Director!John AU
NEW - Hotcute™️ Lucas Matt (send me an ask if you wanna know what I mean!)
NEW - Guybrush!Antony (I'm casting Antony as Guybrush Threepwood, MI.)
TAGS
Organisation using these tags. Some more practical, some more fun!
(For fun to show how *CAN'T* all of Antony's pics/GIFS are! Cause they are so RIGHT hence starboard uhuhuhu!)
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Photo Credit: Image used in 'Sexy Director!John AU' is from this post by vought.art on instagram. Image of roses and ribcage from X. Dividers x by @firefly-graphics
Smutcation: heavy smut driven, wildin the fuck out you know the vibes
OR
Baecation: fluffy and sweet, fluffy smut whatever you like
Quoted from her Challenge post by @fineanddandy.
Credits: Gifsets by @homielander X | X, Gifset by @animusrox (No. You stay back.). Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dialogue in italics is from the deleted scene with Homelander and Maeve.
Words: 1,986
Homelander x Reader
Rating/ Warnings: ☑☑☑ = 18+ smut, sexual content, still a bit fluffy and angsty.
Song: Lana Del Rey - Salvatore
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too
Everything looks better from above, my king
Like aquamarine, ocean's blue'
Notes:
A coastal town.
A pier.
Glittering lights.
Pier at night. A blood moon.
A lighthouse.
Homelander shining laser eyes through the top of the lighthouse.
To show you that his heat vision is just as good as the lighthouse itself, he breaks the light and lasers through.
He's not gonna continue heat vision to maintain the light. He needs to take you in that lighthouse.
He'll endanger ships for you. To prove a point that he wants and needs you.
'All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too'
You and him on the edge of the pier in the dark in the night. His Cape gently flowing in the night breeze. Warm and gentle. He stands there steely and cold.
Aquamarine oceans blue turn to blue black night time waters. His eyes from a bright blue to a deep hue. His mood changed with the evening tide. Drifting towards the horizon progressing into the depth of his insecurity.
'Why did you hesitate?' He stays facing the water.
'I took your hand.'
'But you hesitated.' His tone is firm and steady as he keeps looking towards the glittering lights on the other side of the estuary.
Shoulders back, feet firmly planted.
You place your feet onto the edge of the planks placing your hand around his bicep. He shifts under your touch. The reflection of the blood moon is leaving a glittering path on the water's surface, you both stand under the ambience of the red hot moon, and as you turn to look him, his stormy blues have an added veil of red.
'Don't be angry.'
'You can't tell me when to be angry. Got it ?' He turns to face you and his eyes are spilling crimson light.
'But I can kiss you.' You grab his face in both hands and as his hair is blowing in the wind, his fiery stare at breaking point, you press your lips to his with a full passion. Homelander's arms move over your face, him leaning against you and opening his mouth to kiss you deeply. He pulls back quickly looking more agitated than before. You pull him towards you defiantly, landing on his mouth licking over his lips to tease him to open. He tips you by your shoulders, over the edge of the pier. You fall with him.
He's flying out into the night sky over the red reflections of the cold waves. Over to the other side of the estuary, where a lighthouse sits.
Everything looks better from above, my King.
Acquiescing over the ocean with him, the moon beaming from above looking even more impressive.
The chalky walls of the lighthouse curving. The lofty heights amp up your heartbeat. The night, chilly and uninviting towards the open ocean.
He lands you over the balcony first, furiously flipping his cape, grips the balcony rail looking over the edge, then turning round stalks towards you. He steps away then back to you pacing up and down, finger wagging, eyes glaring.
His hair is wild and unruly, being whipped by the sea breeze.
'Why do you think we're up here huuh? What you think you can snub me that easily and I wouldn't notice.' He's yelling at you.
'John, it didn't mean that..'
He steps forward abruptly pointing a finger at you teeth gritted.
'You need to know your actions have consequences, I can't have you thinking I don't care about you. Why didn't you think you needed to take my hand. Why are you being distant?' He growls.
You change your pace.
'John you're sexy like this.' Making your body language a neutral as possible.
'What did you say?' He snaps.
'I said you're sexy like this.' you repeat calmly.
Homelander walks up to you, clutching the back of your neck with his gloved hand, teeth clenching. He flies up to the top and you can't see him anymore. All you hear is a crash, then shards of glass breaking. The light above your King stopped shining. Almost total darkness.
You try to run up a service door to the top of the lighthouse, but an arm across the front of your torso stops you pulling you with him.
'John what are you doing? The light is out, we need to call the coastguard.'
'We don't need to call anyone.' He clutches you to his chest amongst the broken glass around your feet.
'You.' He points at you, resting his finger on your breast, you don't need to call anyone else, but me. Tell me you don't need anyone else.' He locks his eyes to you.
'John it's...'
'It's what?' he's livid.
'The ships.'
'What about the ships?' He taunts.
'They'll crash.'
'So let them crash. There's no time for saving them when I'm focused on you.'
He leads you inside the lighthouse, shooting beams through the lens out to sea to demonstrate to you he can keep them going. A wide beam of dispersed red light travels through the air into the darkness.
'You don't mean to tell me you're gonna stand here all night looking for ships to guide?'
'That's precisely right. I'm not going to do that. I need to show you that I can do everything for you, and I'm willing to risk boats crashing for you.' He's growling in your ear, feet placed either side of yours he's practically on top of you even though you are both standing.
'You've been a very bad girl rejecting me like you did. It makes me unhappy. '
'Do you want me unhappy?' he whispers.
'John, I could say I'd hate to make you unhappy but I'd be lying'.
He cocks his head.
'If I get this side of you more often...' you look up at him from under your lashes.
Reaching out to his chest you rip open the lapel on the front of his chest. 'You're making it a lot harder for me to be a good girl.'
He looks down then back at you. Your eyes now locked on him, as he watches you his eyes lighting your way, you shove him forward hard, palms on his shoulders, he doesn't budge much and you push him back again, he hardly wobbles on his feet only glares and growls, looking like he's gonna kill.
He unwraps his suit from his chest, topless he's magnificent. Broad shoulders tapering into his masculine waist, hip bones popping under the gold buckle.
Your hand reaches there to the edge of the belt fingertips against his skin, he grabs your wrist, snaps your face to his, pinching your jaw between his thumb and index finger.
'Don't you move. I get to tell you when you can touch me.'
His stare is devastating, unfaltering.
His hand reaches for his waist, lowering his pants to reveal more skin, more hipbone and his hard cock.
'Be a good girl, then, get on your knees and suck my dick.'
Just hearing him say it makes you wet and deliciously tingly. You don't need him to ask you twice. The red light above you is just enough to see, running your hands over his hipbones, his skin is soft and delicate there. Holding your palms against him, you lick the underside of his cock, making him twitch. Kissing the tip and slowly deepthroating him until he hits the back of your throat, over and over, speeding up only a bit with each swallow. He's starting to get weak and shaky. You feel Homelander's hand in the back of your hair pulling you back up to stand.
'You've done so well but not so fast.'
'Hmmph?!'
His lit eyes flash once at your protest. Fingers digging into your sides to lift you by the waist, pulling down your trousers.
He pins your back against the wall, propping you up against it, lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He supports you with his strength so easily just like that.
Everything looks better from above my King.
He looks up at you, your line of sight just above his. He pulls your panties to one side, pulls the fabric within an inch of its life. The curve of the muscle at the top of his thighs brushes against the back of your thighs lifting you, his narrow hips nestling in between your legs, spreading them as he moves forward comfortably locking your knees over his hips. The tip of his cock glistening, slipping against you.
'John' You buck your hips against him, he holds you against the wall firmer, grunting and sinking into you. You feel the deliciousness of him sliding to the base, past your clit each time, he knows what angle to take. Your head falls back against the wall, his eyes stop glowing red and you finally see his pupils. His mouth is parted and the way he's looking at you adds to your desire for him. He fucks you against the wall until you're moaning 'John.'
'John don't stop!' You're almost crying tears while calling his name.
Wriggling up and climbing the wall as he slows down into you, dragging you up higher up the wall. He eases up, his open panting mouth turning into a line, composing himself and turning on his eyes with a glare, he throws a devious grin onto his face. He pulls back, no longer inside you, and you whine.
'John I told you not to stop!' You pull his hair in disagreement.
He raises you higher and hovers his lips over your clit, rolling his tongue over as he talks . 'Who am to you?'
'Ugh..my King! '
'Good. Say that you're mine.'
'I'm yours Homelander! '
'I'm yours. John.' he exaggerates the words deliberately, flat tongue licking over your clit.
'OH my God. uuhh!'
'I didn't hear you' he glares up at you eyes smouldering. He repeats the motions and swipes his tongue again, one leg now hooked over his shoulder. 'Say, I'm yours. John.'
'I..I..I'm y-y-yours ...J-John ..yours.'
'Again.'' he brushes his face against your inner thigh and places a love bite there. A lingering bite that hurts in the right way.
'I'm yours John!' you manage to say without stumbling on your words. He looks up at you with residue anger. With a placated but disapproving face he lowers you back onto his hips, angling his thrusts in a way that hits your g spot head on then sinking further into you. His lips don't touch yours. Jaw clenched and focused on your orgasm he brings you closer and closer. You're sighing and moaning, not being able to control your grip on him anymore, he fully supports your weight as you are at his mercy.
'Oh John...please..'
He pins your arms to the wall, holding your wrists with one hand. Gloves crunching against your skin, starting to burn. You arch your back against the wall, writhing in bliss, waves of pleasure washing over you, but unlike the frigid waves of the sea out there you are a hot mess. Slipping down onto his cock a final time before you are coming undone, the orgasm almost hurts and you're screaming through it, your cheek against the wall not being able to take much more, he pants as you feel him throbbing inside you and you're screaming 'John!'
His eyes flash up again. He still looks angry but out of breath, energy depleted more than usual. Homelander collects you into his arms, he's still naked with his suit pants around his ankles. He holds you close. His lips on yours now, with love behind them, filling you up with emotion.
'I...' he hesitates, with a hand to your cheek.
You listen, your breathing evening out.
Homelander is still, but firmly holding onto you, pressing you against his chest.
You pull back looking him in the face 'Yea John?'
'Y/N...I...' he can't finish the words he wants to say.
'You're my King and I love you.'
There's a soft glare in his eyes and he looks away from yours. You detect him shaking his head.
You hold him a bit longer, then help him back into his suit caressing over his bare skin as you close up his lapel.
Homelander wraps you in his cape, scoops you up in his arms, and with a kiss to your forehead, picks you up and flies you both to the cabin.
Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Do not read this post if you are under 18.
What to expect: Fluffy romance. New relationship. Sex. Still 18+.
Song/Fic Soundtrack: ‘The Temple of the King’ by Rainbow (1975) Listen here.
Words: 1.6k
SUMMARY: An overnight van drive where you and Antony go to the beach and spend the day there. Then build a bonfire that night and snuggle by the fire under the blankets.
Notes: Actor RPF but Antony is essentially an original character here, with the face claim of Antony Starr. Of course this is not about Antony in reality. This is fiction. I just love Antony.
Credit:Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x Moodboard by the wonderful @madhatter2727. The summary is also written by her, as this was her idea. I only tweaked the wording.
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I’m with Antony. Our drive was long, but worth it. The sounds of the wheels on dirt roads, the engine and the hum of the Temple of the King. Of course he likes anything to do with Dio. He would. It’s a 70s sound. Flowing and mild. Vintage. Wiith enough guitar to take us down the gritty roads and feel pumped for the drive. His arms are on the wheel, his jaw set in concentration as I glance across to him in the sunset. When he hits the brakes and parks the van, I pull the brown cord of his surf necklace, pulling him inch by inch across the passenger’s seat.
‘Thank you for taking me.’ I say.
He smiles as he lets me move him closer. 'I’m glad you wanted to.’ His smile creating fullness around his cheeks.
'Of course I did, I love a road trip and the sea. And with you..’ I pull him in and kiss him.
He turns the kiss into more. More contact, pressing brushing, his lips on mine, sighing. He kisses me one last time and unclips my seat belt.
In the day, on the beach he is constantly observant and careful with me. I sit leaning into his arms with his day old stubble scraping my face. When he pulls away then leans back in, it prickles, then the gentleness of his lips smooth over the roughness. I like him both rough and sweet. But we haven’t come to that, I don’t know if he’s sweet and rough.
'Ok, so you know how we’ve only slept together once, after a long wait.. ’ I say as I balance both hands on the top of his shoulders, straddling him playfully under our beach umbrella.
'Hmm I’d like to change that.’ He smiles at me with a plumpness in his cheek. A pull at the corner of his lips. He changes the subject abruptly. 'I hope you’re OK with my van, I’m used to it, van life , y'know, but I’m sorry if it’s not the best arrangement.’
'Oh come on, I’m looking forward to it. Despite not camping much I will sleep anywhere and can cope with a bit of discomfort. So no worries if it’s not a hotel. It’s not meant to be right? That’s the point, isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for this trip since you invited me, and I don’t regret it one bit. You don’t need to be nervous.’
His smile is cute and a bit sheepish. I know he’s nervous. 'And who says we have to be in the van? ’ I lean by his ear. 'I’m good with a little sand and dirt.’
'You don’t mind getting a bit dirty?’ He says.
'Oh no. I think I want to get a bit dirty.’ I laugh and he pulls me up into his lap further.
I suddenly feel the grip of his hands on my arms, his body moving out from under me and my knees coming away from the ground. I’m on my back as he pushes me over and puts his weight on me. I hug his hips with my knees.
'But umm,’ his eyes are lips are too cute and there’s slight hesitation in his voice. He strokes a strand of hair away from my face as he’s looking down from above me. ’ Umm, so I wanted to take you out here so we can have some quality time alone. No distractions. No work. And to show you what I like to do when I have free time.This is me in my element. Just my van, my board, the waves, and - ' he pauses looking at me intently, 'and you.’ He finishes the sentence quietly then leans down to my mouth with an asymmetric lip and a dreamy eye.
At the touch of his lips I kiss him back and he opens his mouth, licking into mine. Warm and gentle. I press my hand over his left cheekbone, then into his hair and round the back of his neck. His hips flatten against mine as he relaxes and lays on top of me.
'You know I haven’t invited anyone camping with me, for a long time. I can’t remember the last time I have.’ He says.
'Do you like to be alone? I can understand that.’
'I do, but I haven’t taken a woman with me for ages.’
'Is that why you were worried I wouldn’t like it? You know me I’ll take the long, route and climb instead of walk if it’s more interesting than the simpler way.’
'Hmm, yea not everyone likes hanging with me in my van.’
I kiss him this time.With the aim of melting away his doubts. 'I’ll hang out with you in your van whenever!’
'Mmm, OK good. That’s settled then,’ he laughs, 'but really it’s important to me you that you have a good time.’
'I am,’ I smile up at him, 'you wanna surf I’ll wait with maxine here?’
'I do, but I wanna stay with you for a bit more first.’
'No, go now, I don’t want you to drown cause your brain is occupied with something else!’ I tease him. I push a handful of sand below his belt.
'Oh that’s too naughty!’ His New Zealand accent comes out so clear when he’s playful.
'Look, now you definitely have to change into your suit with all this sand in your pants!’ I say.
'Or, I’ll just take them off. You can’t stop me right?’
'I won’t stop you!’ I say in the sweetest voice I can. I help him push his O'Neil vest above his hips and up. I land my hands over his chest and play with his necklace as he undressed me, and doesn’t let me get up until I don’t know or care that we’re outdoors, or than anyone might appear on the scenic route we’ve stopped on. The sand doesn’t bother me anymore, all I care about is feeling him, kissing him and touching him. He’s really loving and I melt underneath him. His jaw is brushing past my face, this side and that. His lips touch my neck and I slow kiss him, making me forget everything.
'I love you.’ He whispers in my ear.
..
The sparks are tender, softly going out before they land. His hands are warm. It’s now midnight and Antony is scooping me up in his arms. He’s tired, and he snuggles. I love it when he snuggles up to me. He uses me like a comfort blanket. Pulling me up to him, closer until there’s no space left and I rest back against his chest and shoulders. The salt air is harsh. It weathers the rocks and the coast. Sea spray lapping and shaping, influencing to fall aseep to it’s sounds.
Antony loves the search for a good spot to camp. He showed me the sandy beach, where we stepped through the dunes and broken shells. We held hands and we kissed on the shore at dusk. He told me he loves me. The excitement of the day wearing down but spiralling into a quiet storm within my chest. Thinking of and anticipating our night under the stars. His van is there if we need it, but he’s good here. It’s his norm. I’m good as long as I’m with him. The waves lapping our time away hour by hour. It counts our hours, not counting down but growing in number.
I count the hours since he told me and I didn’t say it back. He still holds me close as the wind moves past us. Wrapped in blankets and warmed by the bonfire he made. I watched him build it with a pride on my face.
He didn’t ask me to say it back. He just told me he loved me. To tell me. So that I would know.
'This is so amazing. I’m so warm and snuggly. And all thanks to you.’ I say.
'As long as you’re happy. And I’ve got you here.’ He’s hugging me from behind and he kisses my cheek nestling his chin on my shoulder. We listen to the sounds of the outdoors, the seagulls and the seafoam and the crackle of the fire.
'I could fall asleep here.’ I tell him.
'If you want to, I’ll stay awake and watch over you.’ He strokes my hair.
I sit up a bit and turn around to face him, crossing my legs. I look at his eyes. 'Im not just warm cause of the fire, but I must say, I’m impressed with your bonfire building skills.’ I laugh.
He smiles. His signature nervous smile.
'You’re so cute right now. I say.’
He blushes even under the glow of the fire. I trace a finger under his jaw holding him by his chin. 'But…’ I look down to his eyes again. 'I’m warmest because I love you too.’
He looks taken aback, almost relieved. He wraps his arms around me tight. He breathes me in and I fall asleep in his embrace.
I wake up in a different place. Under a roof. With the moonlight streaming through gaps in the curtains. In Antony’s van. I’m covered in a blanket and his arms. My head is resting on his chest. I twist my fingers around the cord on his necklace, then trying not to wake him, I move my hand down his bare chest. He’s sleeping in boxers, and I nestle my hand just underneath the waistband. He smells of bonfire smoke and cologne.
here’s a little comparison for people who say engagement hasn’t gotten that bad and anyone who complains is ungrateful.
these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time
& a text post
notice how the ratio is about even on likes to reblogs?
here’s from this go around, my most popular gifset
and my most popular fic
do you see how that’s discouraging?
i love being on this site. i love the little community i’ve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals i’ve made friendships with and the mutuals that i’m still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point it’s hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.
reblog, comment, send asks. without them, this site doesn’t work.
18 + only. This story will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read it.
Warnings: Implied smut. Blood.
Words: 100
Summary: The Night Watch Gallery at The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam closed to the public hours ago. Only you and him now and that painting.
Notes: I made him the same Ventrue!Homelander from the 'Komm Zu Mir' universe.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x
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'Under no circumstances do you call him John. Ok? You go in, you sit down. You wait.'
'Take off your knickers.'
A trail of liquid travels. He leans down, connecting his lips, painting them red. I stop breathing.
He stops. 'I want you to enjoy it. Do that for me?'
I'm curiously drawn to the painted crimson velvet folds. Disturbing.
The Night Watch gallery empty, echo prone, holding me hostage. Gripping the flesh of my hips, his mouth on wet skin, tongue glides and tastes his source of iron for tonight.
The echo whimpers then screams for him, 'Yes, John.'
18 + only. This story will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read it.
Pairing: Ventrue!Homelander x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+. Likely non canon Ventrue abilities: Dominate - Mesmerise seems to fit what he does.
Words: 882
Summary: A man who looks like Homelander notices you and you notice something strange about him. Title and all the German phrases are lyrics from the song 'Sex' by Rammstein.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x
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The man that beckons me looks like Homelander.
Wow, he really does.
But it's dark in here and I've had a bit to drink. I'm dancing alone and I see him through the crowd, looking down at me from the private booths. These aren't even for guests, I know this place and those are designated for the owner if not hired for an exclusive client.
I swear I hear his voice, but from all the way over here? It can't be.
Then I hear it again.
He's looking at me and it's clear and baritone. 'Komm her, du willst es doch auch.'
I want to go.
I go to him, weaving through the crowd. His suit is gunmetal grey, his sleeves rolled, he wears square glasses and a thin lipped smile, just noticeable to me as I approach. I don't understand the rest of his phrase but it sounds to me like a sexy German lullaby.
I pause at the steps, he stays sitting, he gestures me through the gate. I enter awkwardly, trying to be cool even though I'm tipsy.
He examines me through a smile, which I can't tell apart from mischievous or playful, he stands, extending his hand to me.
His scent is intoxicating. A gorgeous masculinity surrounding his every move.
What is it?
I try to compose myself, while he continues to hold his hand out to me. I take it and look in his eyes. He doesn't look like Homelander, he IS him.
He asks through his smile. 'Are you OK?'
His canines pointed, sharp.
Yes, why, I mean why did you call me? Why did he call me?
I filter my thoughts. 'Should I be here?'
'You wanted to be here,' he tells me.
I look away, my shyness showing. 'Do you, uh, is there a lot of trouble here tonight?'
Of course they would put him up in the client booth, he is The Homelander. Nothing less for him. But he hasn't introduced himself to me. Why would he? Everyone knows who he is.
'No trouble. I'm not Homelander tonight, I'm John and you're at my club.'
'Oh Homelander, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were involved in business ventures, like this.' I add, not to sound patronising.
'You'll get to know me as John. So I'd like it if you called me John.' He's resting his face on his fist, watching me intently.
'Sit with me.'
His English is a perfect American accent as we all know. But the German is something new to me.
'I didn't know you spoke German, I, uhm, I didn't understand everything you said.'
'Oh I think you did.'
You sit across from him, not in the booth with him, but in an art deco style chair.
He stares at me with his blue eyes, face tilting a little bit so he looks like he is about to reprimand.
I'm nervous and don't really know what to do. He's gorgeous and I'm lost for words.
'I've never seen you alone in the club before,' he says.
'I um..'
I'm certain my cheeks are red. But maybe he can't see in the dim lighting.
Never seen me alone?
'You seem to have a lot of questions. I was taught both languages from a young age.'
'Oh wow, that's really great. I bet not many people know that.'
'They don't. And now you do.'
I don't know how to describe him, on TV and in print he looks like American Apple Pie, but he's something else right now. He's alluring but in a different way. I hesitate for too long and he gets impatient.
He looks at me from underneath his eyelashes, moving his eyes over me slowly like he's both judging and disapproving. 'Why are you so silent?'
The glasses giving him an added layer of sexiness.
'Are you surprised to see me out of my suit?'
'Well, yes actually, sorry, I've never seen you wear anything but your Homelander uniform, and...'
He laughs. 'You're seeing me out if it now.'
His lips don't move. 'Do you want to see me out of this uniform?'
But he said it, I heard him. His face was completely still when I heard the words, he must have said it.
I move my lips as if to reply, but there's nothing to reply to. I pause but it can't be taken back.
He looks at me amused. 'Did you want to say something to me?'
'I uh,' I look around and then to him, 'Uh no, nothing.'
He stares and takes my hand. 'I'll be very upset if you don't do as I ask. Do you want that?'
I think he's kidding but he looks serious and a little bit infatuated.
'I don't want you upset. No. Um, but how do you know you want me to go with you, wherever we are going. We've never met before.'
'I've seen you before and I know we could be...friends. And haven't you always wanted to meet Homelander?'
'I've wanted to meet him, but you said you're not him tonight.'
'Yes. And I want you to meet them both. I think you'll be surprised.'
'Komm mit mir.'
The echo of his German accent is sexy and alluring as I play it back in my head.
18 + only. This story will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read it.
Pairing: (VtM) Ventrue!John x F!Reader
Homelander is no longer under Vought control, but has a new dark world to contend with. You meet him one night at his nightclub and he lures you in strange way.
This is sexy vampire John with VtM vamp powers and afterdark lifestyle, but still CLASSIC John/Homelander.
and Breathe Words: 100
The Night Watch Gallery at The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam closed to the public hours ago. Only she and him now and that painting. Not necessarily x reader.
| PART 1 Words: 882
A man who looks like Homelander notices you and you notice something strange about him.
| PART 2 Words: 1190
You’re in a conflict with yourself, but does he have something to do with it?
| PART 3 Words: 299
He has to keep up the Masquerade and this one isn’t one to watch.
| PART 4 Words: 182
It’s near to 9pm, will John be there?
| PART 5 Words: 834
John starts to reveal a little about himself in subtle ways. Is he breaking the Masquerade?
| PART 6 Words: 2793
You wake up in John’s apartment but he isn’t there.
| PART 7 Words: 1619
After that perfect night, realisation and indecision is brewing.
| PART 8 Words: 1972
A lot of questions and angst.
| PART 9 Words: 3.6k
A reveal. And his secret pastime is showing itself.
| PART 10 Words: 1.8k
Sexy times after the reveal. And an invite to Amsterdam.
| PART 11 Words: 2.2k
The day of the Amsterdam trip. Some quiet time before they set off.
| PART 12 Words: 7.5k
You and Vamp!John finally get to Amsterdam. The time difference from NYC to Amsterdam and night time hours in November help them to be on each other’s schedules for the first time.
Song: Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths (lyric prompt)
Warnings: Dodgy descriptions.
Words: 620
Summary: Something that leads up to a first date with Antony.
Notes: This is a 25th October Blog Event in celebration of Antony’s Birthday, which is today!
@madhatter2727 and I decided we are going to do a fic exchange where we both write using the same prompt.
Read her Homelander x Reader fic on AO3. It is amazing! 🤎
Antony/Homelander is going to say ‘Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said….’ and we fill in the rest.
Mine is part of the upcoming fic about going to a Rammstein concert with Antony.
Credit: Close up of Antony from the 'The Boys - Antony Starr, Chace Crawford Interview. (NYCC) Watch for the Antony vibes. Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x
He looks over at me with that face. The sexy eyes.
'Antony,’ I tease dragging out the syllables, 'You have resting Homelander face.’
He adjusts his leg and bounces his ankle on his knee, bicep flexing under his black tee sleeves. My eyes fall to his skin under the cotton, I watch his chest rise as he sits, pecs shifting under the shirt. I’m watching him from across the table. He sometimes looks over at me and I try to keep a straight face.
'Do I?’ he purses his lips and smiles. He takes a breath, shoulders back and I’m looking at his neck and sharp jaw. His eyes are still sex.
I watch as his tongue moves back off the roof of his mouth, how his lips move and his eyelids flickering when he blinks. The looks he gives are pure sexiness to me. Does he even know?
Summary: A Lucas Hood AU where reader is in an established relationship with Lucas.
Notes: Inspired by a scene in S3 of Banshee when Job talks about the women Lucas rolled for, and questions where they are now. Written in first person.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics X X
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I roll the dice and blow on them for good luck.
My last night here.
No. My first.
The bar is empty except for the barkeep. And us. A kind sincere looking man. I feel safe here. I wave goodbye as she leaves me sitting at the bar, wooden counter sticky and beaten up, seen it’s dose of violence. I still feel safe. Sugar is here.
It’s time for me to leave too.
..
Up the wooden steps and through the door, the utter anguish I see in his eyes. I freeze. My hands fly to my mouth. He looks worn out, damaged. I run and kneel down by the chair he is tied to. His wrists, strapped down with cable ties, are raw and abraded. I want to kiss them. His neck rolls, he looks up at me with these giant eyes, blue and watery, defensive but not defeated. Determined to persevere like he always tries.
Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Smut. Do not read this post if you are under 18.
What to expect: Fluffy and smutty. New relationship. Sex.
Song: The Camper Velourium I: Faint of Hearts - Coheed and Cambria (Lyrics in italics.)
Words: 2.9k
SUMMARY: You wait for Antony to finish working at Comic Con for the day. He takes you with him on his event tour. Inspired by this one song.
Notes: Actor RPF but Antony is essentially an original character here, with the face claim of Antony Starr. Of course this is not about Antony in reality. This is fiction. I just love Antony.
Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by @madhatter2727. Thank you so much! x Feedback/18+ banners by @maysdigitalarts
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I stretch my arms out, lying across the giant hotel bed we are staying in. I feel the comfort of resting my muscles after a long day at Comic Co. He’s still there but I’ve come back. It was too much for today.
I hear the key card unlocking the door and footsteps coming into the room. I’m face down on the bed, I have music on, some 2000’s nostalgia bands, Coheed and Cambria. It’s chilled and I’m too tired to move.
‘Hey!’ he calls to me.
He clicks the door into the en-suite and the tap runs. I stay relaxed, enjoying the feeling. I’m sober enough, but a bit more to drink and my vision would be swimming. He comes over to me, a light hand on my back. ‘You ok?’
‘Hmmm. Yeah.’
Antony sits down on the edge of the bed next to me. I roll over to face him, he’s still wearing his baseball cap and glasses. I reach out to move his hat off, revealing his messy light brunette hair. His glasses on, stubble matching in colour.
‘Antony, sit with me.’
And when the answer that you want, is in the question that you state.
'Oh I remember these from about 2003. I used to listen to this album.’ He says.
'Me to.’
‘Me and you were a bit of an age apart, same as now, but…I was about 29 when this came out.’ He says.
I reach out for him, placing a hand on his back over his Adidas hoodie. ‘Of course, I was like eighteen. Oh God! I’m glad I know you now, I probably would have pined over you if I met you then.’ I linger over at him to see his reaction.
He laughs, head tilted back, a bright smile. ‘Oh are you sure, an eighteen year old you?’
‘Well no I wasn’t into you…’
He gives me an amused side look, watching intently.
‘I didn’t know you existed. How funny is that? We would have been listening to the same bands but had never met.’
He leans over to my face, his mouth in a wide smile, his teeth bright and shiny. His hoodie has green panels, it’s a little bit baggy and I grab at the fabric at the front of his chest. I pull him towards me, I eye his face and he kisses me. A slow sweet peck on the lips. He laughs against me, gets up on to his knees on the edge of the bed, carefully walking over to me, lies down next to me, reaches for one of my wrists to stroke. We sit like this for a little bit in silence.
The lyrics float through the hotel room.
Did somebody take your tongue? In worries of the words that you couldn’t say, if they could’ve saved them from.
He tilts his face towards me, props himself on one elbow. The rain is tapping against the glass. The weather is chilly and I’m thankful Antony is with me now. His cute hoodie is on but I’d rather wear it to cosy up.
The anxious through the calming storm, you’ll sit as you pray for rain.
He laces his fingers with mine, he looks for my face, my eyes.
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