#antinous smut

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EPIC men and are they a tits, thighs, or ass man?

HC below the cut bc they are a bit spicy

Telemachus

Shamefully, he's an ass man.

He's way too embarrassed to admit that he likes staring at your ass though.

He'll be caught and just hide away in shame.

If he's feeling bold he might comment on it

He might even slap that ass if he thinks he can get away with it.

Once he warms up to you though? oh it's game over.

He will find ways to stare, grab, and hit your ass.

Definitely will start taking you from behind so he can playfully squeeze that ass or spank you (never to hard because he'd simply die if he ever hurt you).

Antinous

Tits

He's so into them to

He's also downright possessive and he just doesn't care about space.

If another suitor gets too close, he'll grope you in front of them just to stake his claim more clearly.

He occasionally "gets distracted" or "accidentally" trips face forward into your tits

He fixates on them in the bedroom

talking, sucking, biting, fondeling, using them to get off.

He's obsessed with them.

He'll make jokes about it to.

You've caught him staring at your chest before.

If you have even the slightest bit of extra cleavage you bet you'll be screaming...

Or maybe you do it on purpose and he's the one screaming?

Eurymcahus

thighs

He's so into the thighs.

hates how long the skirts are because of that but he doesn't let it stop him.

He's shameless, completely shameless. He'll grip them, massage them, and stare at them even when others notice he just doesn't care.

He likes to put his head on them like a pillow.

You'll just be sitting down and suddenly his head is there nuzzling them.

He bites them, massages them, likes to be between them, even better if you grab a fist full of his hair.

He can't get enough of your thighs.

You need him? Pull up that fabric a little, give him a little peak he'll be between them for you.

Again shameless, he just doesn't care.

[professionalyapper13]

antinous x fem reader, fanfic😳😳 where reader is super rude and antinous LOVES dat shit. reader gets annoyed because she’s trying not to catch feelings, and then she does… and then she gets drunk, flirts with him and they have sex but then READER IS TOP!! and then antinous gives aftercare because reader couldn’t bother, also if you could you should totally make reader a pirate !! 😻

(i made this sitting next to my friend and im scared she’s looking)

A/n: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LMAOOOO, also... Gl with ur friend..

Warnings!!!: SMUTTTTTTTT!!!!!

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The salt was in your blood, a constant thrumming beneath your skin that no land could ever truly satisfy. You were Captain of The Sea Serpent, a woman who had carved her name into the annals of piracy with a sharp blade and an even sharper tongue. Trust was a liability, sentiment was a weakness, and suitors were parasites. Yet, here you were, a guest in the palace of Odysseus, a gilded cage where your crew’s need for flour and dried meat had temporarily anchored your wild spirit.

And in this cage was the most infuriating peacock of them all: Antinous.

He was a walking, talking monument to entitlement, his voice a constant drone of self-importance that grated on your nerves. He was everything you despised—soft from a life of luxury, convinced his birthright made him a god among men. From your first day, he had appointed himself your personal tormentor.

"Does the captain not find our shores… tame?" he’d asked, leaning against a marble pillar, his eyes glinting with amusement as you inspected the palace guard's pathetic excuse for a spear rack.

"Tame is for sheep and men who've never faced a kraken," you'd retorted without looking at him. "I find your shores lacking in challenge."

He’d laughed, a sound that was far too deep and pleasant for a man so grating. "Ah, a challenge. I do enjoy a challenge. Tell me, Captain, is that why you wear that perpetual scowl? To ward off those unworthy of your formidable presence?"

You turned to him then, letting your gaze drop slowly, dismissively, from his face to his sandals and back again. "I wear it to ward off tedious conversation. A skill you seem determined to test."

But you were lying. A part of you, a dark and treacherous part you kept locked away, reveled in it. He was the only one who didn't treat you like an oddity or a threat to be managed. He looked at you and saw an equal, a worthy adversary. He didn't want to break your spirit; he wanted to play with it. And damn your soul, you wanted to play too.

The days turned into a week, and your carefully constructed fortress of indifference began to crumble. You found yourself seeking him out in the crowded halls, your eyes automatically finding his perfectly coiffed hair. You watched the way he held court, the lazy confidence in his posture, and you hated the way it made your stomach clench. You were catching feelings, a disease you had no cure for. This wasn't the thrill of a good raid or the satisfaction of a successful voyage. This was softer, more dangerous. It was a weakness, and you, the Captain, were not allowed to be weak.

The breaking point came on a sweltering night. The palace was suffocating, the air thick with the cloying scent of wine and roasted meats. You'd secured a trade deal that would keep your crew fed for months, and your men had insisted on celebrating. The wine, stronger than you were used to, went straight to your head, melting the ice around your heart and replacing it with a reckless fire.

You were staring into the hearth, the flames dancing in your vision, when you felt his presence behind you.

"Drinking alone, Captain?" Antinous’s voice was a low murmur, right by your ear. "Or simply contemplating all the ways you'd rather be anywhere else?"

You turned, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across your lips. "I'm contemplating how much quieter it would be if you weren't here."

"Then you must be very lonely," he shot back, his own smile matching yours. He sat beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

"Typical," you scoffed, taking another swig from your goblet. "Always taking what isn't offered."

"Only when I want it as badly as I want this," he said, his voice dropping an octave. His eyes, dark and intense in the firelight, held yours. "You've been fighting it, haven't you? This… thing between us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, the words slurring slightly.

"Don't you?" he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. A jolt shot through you, electric and undeniable. "You look at me like you want to either kill me or kiss me. And frankly, I'm willing to risk the former for the chance of the latter."

That was it. The dam broke. The weeks of frustration, the unwanted attraction, the sheer, infuriating magnetism of the man—it all exploded. You grabbed the front of his expensive tunic, the fine linen bunching in your fist as you hauled him to his feet.

"You talk too much," you snarled, and then you were on him.

Your mouth crashed against his, a kiss of pure fury and pent-up desire. It was all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance that you were determined to win. He groaned into your mouth, his hands flying up to tangle in your hair, holding you to him as he kissed you back with a hunger that matched your own. He wasn't fighting you; he was meeting you blow for blow, stoking the fire instead of trying to extinguish it.

You broke apart, panting, your chest heaving. "Your room. Now."

A triumphant, predatory grin spread across his face. "With pleasure."

You didn't drag him this time; you strode ahead, your steps sure and purposeful. He followed, a willing shadow, as you navigated the halls to his chambers. The moment the heavy door was shut, you were on him again, spinning him around and slamming him back against the wood with a thud that made him grunt.

"You wanted this?" you growled, your hands tearing at the ties of his tunic. "You wanted to see what it's like with a real woman?"

"Gods, yes," he breathed, his head hitting the door as you bit down hard on the corded muscle of his neck. He hissed in pain and pleasure, his hands gripping your hips. "Show me."

You shoved him away from the door and towards the large, opulent bed. He fell back onto the furs, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you strip off your own clothes with brutal efficiency. You were all hard lines and muscle, a map of scars and sun-baked skin, a stark contrast to his pampered perfection.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist, your knees pinning his shoulders. You leaned down, your hair falling around his face, your voice a low command. "Tonight, you're the one who takes orders."

"Whatever you say, Captain," he rasped, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there.

You took him then, not with gentleness, but with the raw, untamed power of the sea. You set the pace, hard and fast, using him for your own pleasure, chasing your own release. You watched his face, the way his eyes squeezed shut, the way his lips parted in silent praise, and a savage sense of triumph washed over you. You were in control. You were the storm, and he was the land, yielding to your fury. His praises were a constant, breathless litany against your skin, his hands roaming your body as if trying to memorize every curve and scar. When your climax finally tore through you, it was violent and shattering, leaving you breathless and boneless.

You collapsed beside him, the alcohol and the intensity of the encounter finally catching up with you. Your body was heavy, sated, and your mind was blissfully blank. You closed your eyes, ready to surrender to sleep, the ultimate escape. You couldn't be bothered with the messy aftermath, with whispered words or gentle touches. That wasn't your department.

But then you felt it. A warm, damp cloth was gently cleaning the sweat and stickiness from your inner thighs. You cracked one eye open. Antinous was kneeling beside you, his expression focused and tender. He moved with a quiet reverence, his touch light and careful as he wiped you down. He cleaned away the evidence of your wildness, his movements a stark contrast to the rough passion of moments before.

He finished, then leaned down, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead. "Go to sleep, Captain," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I've got you."

You wanted to snarl, to push him away and reassert your independence. But you were too tired, and the warmth of his care was a balm on a part of you you didn't know was raw. You let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing into the mattress. For the first time in years, you weren't just a captain, a pirate, a weapon. You were just a woman, being taken care of. And as you drifted off to sleep in the arms of your enemy, you realized you didn't hate it nearly as much as you should have.

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Masterlist for Epic

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(💜hc) (🚩Smut but w TW) (🤍 vanilla smut) (💖Smut 1+ kink)

Antinous

Works: 1 solo 2 total

Tits, ass, or thighs? 💜

Love Created In Blood Click here (Fic on Tumblr not a oneshot) (Work in progress) 🚩🚩🚩

Telemachus

Works: 2 solo 3 total

A Light In The Dark Click here (Fic on Tumblr not a oneshot) (Completed) (Has tw'ings)

Tits, ass, or thighs? 💜

A Little Competition💖

Eurymachus

Works: 1 solo 2 total

Tits, ass, or thighs? 💜

His to Corrupt 🚩

[professionalyapper13]

Alright sluts I'm writing a Telemachus x Antinous sister!reader or do y'all want a love triangle between Telemachus reader and Antinous. GUYS I'M NEW TO WRITING DON'T BULLY ME. (Also english ain't my first language) BY THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE A SERIES

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A tragedy spun into art. (23653 words) by cuteplosion_Xo Chapters: 11/? Fandom: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Antinous/Reader (EPIC: The Musical) Characters: Antinous (EPIC: The Musical), Penelope (EPIC: The Musical), Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical), Eurymachus (EPIC: The Musical), Reader, Aphrodite (EPIC: The Musical), Ares (EPIC: The Musical) Additional Tags: I hate taging but here it goes, dub-con added bc there is a somewhat freaky scene no reader does not get assaulted-, Adopted by Royalty, older then our boy Telemachus, Obsession, I mean it when i say obsession, reader is a woman sorry, Reader is technically a princess, Reader is described as being VERY VERY VERY pretty, Reader can toss a solid punch, Eventual Smut, Tags to be added, I suck at tags, no beta we die like the suitors, Antinous starts out the ass he his, he'll get better… eventually, Stalking, Kind of-, I plan to rip out your hearts tbh, Smut, Antinous is His Own Warning (EPIC: The Musical), this is not sweet, he is a literal red flag in general but a huge one in the first 5 chapters, predator prey themes, wolf vs fox, Antinous jacks off to the thought of you…, Chapter 5 is… 2k words of filth…, Orgasm Denial, ANTINOUS IS CRUEL, have i said it enouhg?, dont read if you want a soft story, please, i can't stress how RED FLAG this is but it's what i'm into soooo, Self-Indulgent, Chapter 7 add ons:, possessive thoughts, fantasies of trapping/forcing reader to be his forever, this is so filthy, Masturbation, Reader worships Aphrodite, See where I went with this??? Ares + Aphrodite… Antinous + Reader…, Chapter 9 add on ons:, Drugging, Smut add ons:, Top Antinous, Switch Reader, Antinous whimpers, Fingering, Eating Reader Out, Overstimulation, fucked dumb Summary: There’s a rumor about the city of Ithaca. A rumor of a treasure so grand it would leave little to be desired. A treasure few could resist. Some claim this treasure is gold, but others will hold their breath and claim that Ithaca has a princess. You are that rumored treasure, a woman of incomprehensible beauty. By a stroke of terrible luck or fate, you run into the Wolf himself and grab his attention. Whether or not that's a good thing, is up to the god's to decide. Filth is located in chapters 4, 5, 7, 10 (so far) A.K.A You catch the eye of the worst of the suitors, and he becomes utterly infatuated with figuring out who you are, and you struggle not to fall head over heels for his charming smile.