#antinous x reader

[telemachuslovr]

Antinous x Reader headcanons (fem)

fluff/tiny gestures

antinous isn’t the type of guy to go all out. in public, that is. he’ll hold your hand and kiss it, only slight pda to make a man trying to get to you jealous. he claims you as his own, and loves you in his own ways. they might not be too perfect, but he tries his best. in private? he’s a whole different person. he loves to give you attention when you two are alone. he loves cuddles, being the big spoon, and making out. (top three in his case)

smut/heavier things

he loves your tits, using them as a pillow, talking to them, etc. during sex, he will not hold back. bad day? expect not being able to walk. good day? same thing. he’s into anything that’ll make you and him feel good, he knows all positions, everything you like, and probably memorized the spot.

tits, ass, or pussy?

definitely tits, maybe pussy, prolly ass.

this man cherishes your body like it’s the a gift from the gods.

-telefan

[professionalyapper13]

Guys I'm a big fat fucking liar...i can't bring myself to write rn. I might be going on an hiatus again...uhm I'm sorry. I just don't have a lot of motivation rn😭😭😭

[professionalyapper13]

happy pride month lovely <33

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I'm...finally...back... REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!! MY EXAM SEASON IS OVER AND I'M BETTER MENTALLY! I TAKE HERMES (epic x reader) ANTINOUS x READER, TELEMACHUS X READER AND BYLER RQQQQ (go into my profile to see rules if ur new...)

[professionalyapper13]

ITS ME AGAINNNN !!!!!!!!

can u make an antinous fic (fem!pirate reader x antinous)

and where antinous is like head over heels for the reader and keeps dropping very NOT subtle hints but the reader just is like… “whateve” and ignores him. then antinous gets mad and beats up telemachus 🤔🤔.. then antinous and the reader get together (idk how to explain but like,, antinous confesses?).. and then smut maybe 😳😳.. ok i love your writings… ok.. bai

A/n: another one for Antii!!! Seriously love this prompt‼️‼️‼️ also I'm sorry I was too lazy to get your daily dose of smut😔 Warnings!: fighting

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The first time Antinous realized he was in love with you, you had a knife to his throat.

It wasn’t even personal.

“Move,” you said flatly, pressing the blade just enough to make a point.

He didn’t.

Not because he wasn’t capable of fear—he was. But because something about you standing there, wind-tossed hair, eyes sharp and entirely unimpressed by him, made his brain stop working in the worst possible way.

“You’re in my way,” you added.

He smiled.

Actually smiled.

“Then I suppose I’m right where I want to be.”

You stared at him.

Then—slowly—you removed the knife.

“Idiot,” you muttered, brushing past him like he was nothing more than an inconvenient pillar.

And that was it.

That was the moment he was doomed.

-

You, on the other hand, did not notice.

Not when he started seeking you out.

Not when he “coincidentally” appeared wherever your ship docked.

Not when he began bringing you things—gold, wine, once even a dagger with a jeweled hilt that you immediately tested on a wooden beam.

“It’s well-balanced,” you admitted.

Antinous leaned casually against the wall. “I have excellent taste.”

“Mm.”

That was all he got.

No smile. No thanks. Just a distracted hum as you kept testing the blade.

He should have been offended.

Instead, he was delighted.

-

“Are you blind?” one of the other suitors asked him one evening.

Antinous didn’t look away from where you sat across the hall, boots kicked up on a table, laughing at something one of your crew said.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Completely.”

He escalated.

Obviously.

Antinous was not a man who did things halfway.

“You could stay,” he told you one afternoon, stepping into your path again. “I could give you more than the sea ever will.”

You didn’t even slow down.

“The sea doesn’t talk,” you said. “Already better.”

He blinked.

Then huffed a laugh, dragging a hand down his face.

“Gods, you’re impossible.”

“Then stop trying,” you shot back.

He didn’t.

Of course he didn’t.

By the time Telemachus returned, Antinous was already teetering on the edge of something dangerously close to obsession.

And Telemachus—unfortunately for him—became the perfect target.

It started small.

A shove. A sharp word. A challenge laced with mockery.

Telemachus held his ground better than Antinous expected.

That only made it worse.

Because one evening—one evening—Antinous saw you speaking to him.

You weren’t smiling.

But you were listening.

And that—

That was unacceptable.

-

The fight broke out fast.

Too fast for anyone to stop it.

Antinous struck first, all barely-contained fury, grabbing Telemachus by the collar and slamming him back.

“You think you belong here?” he snarled.

Telemachus didn’t back down. “More than you.”

That did it.

The hall erupted into chaos—shouts, movement, the crash of overturned tables—but Antinous barely registered any of it.

All he could see was red.

All he could think was that Telemachus had your attention.

That he kept it.

And Antinous—

Antinous had been trying for weeks.

“Enough.”

Your voice cut through everything.

Sharp. Cold. Final.

Antinous froze.

Not because of anyone else.

Because of you.

You stepped forward, gaze flicking briefly to Telemachus—checking, assessing—before landing on Antinous.

“What,” you said slowly, “is your problem?”

He opened his mouth.

Closed it.

For once, Antinous had no clever answer.

No smug remark.

Just something messy and frustrating clawing its way up his throat.

“He—” Antinous started, then stopped.

Because saying anything out loud suddenly felt like losing.

You stared at him a moment longer.

Then scoffed.

“Pathetic.”

And you turned away.

That—

That hurt.

More than the fight. More than the blood on his knuckles. More than the way the hall had gone quiet.

Pathetic.

Antinous stood there, chest rising and falling, something unfamiliar settling heavy in his ribs.

He had never been ignored like this.

Never dismissed.

Never—

Never wanted something he couldn’t have.

He found you later.

Of course he did.

Where else would he be?

-

You stood near the edge of the shore, the sea stretching endlessly before you, like it was the only thing that ever truly held your attention.

“Go away,” you said without turning.

“No.”

You sighed.

Antinous stepped closer.

“I don’t care about him,” he said.

“I don’t care who you care about,” you replied.

“That’s the problem.”

That made you turn.

Finally.

Your eyes met his—and for once, Antinous didn’t look amused.

Didn’t look smug.

He looked—

Serious.

“I have been—” he stopped, exhaling sharply. “Gods, you make this difficult.”

“Then don’t,” you said.

“No.”

A beat.

Then, quieter—but more intense:

“I won’t.”

You frowned slightly.

Antinous ran a hand through his hair, pacing once like he needed the movement just to get the words out.

“I bring you things. I look for you. I tolerate men I’d rather break just because you’re speaking to them.” His jaw tightened briefly. “I fight because of you.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I know!” he snapped.

The sound echoed between you.

Then—lower, rougher:

“I know. That’s the worst part.”

Silence fell.

The waves filled the space instead.

Antinous stepped closer again—slower this time, more deliberate.

“I want you,” he said, like it was the simplest and most complicated truth in the world. “Not for a night. Not as a game.” His gaze locked onto yours. “I want you.”

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

And for the first time since he’d met you—

Antinous looked uncertain.

“You’re so...stupid,” you said finally.

His expression flickered—half offense, half something else.

“I’ve been saying that for weeks.”

“You pick fights. You talk too much. You think everything bends to you.” You stepped closer now, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why would I want that?”

Antinous didn’t back away.

“Because I’d bend for you.”

That...

That was new.

You studied him.

Really studied him this time.

The bruised knuckles. The tension in his shoulders. The way he wasn’t smirking—wasn’t hiding behind arrogance for once.

“…You’re serious,” you said.

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

No joke.

Just that.

You exhaled slowly.

“Gods,” you muttered. “You’re worse than the sea.”

Antinous huffed a quiet laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I will.”

Another pause.

“You hurt him,” you said, glancing briefly back toward the palace.

Antinous’s expression hardened slightly. “I know.”

“And?”

“And I wouldn’t—” he stopped, jaw tightening. “Not like that. Not again.”

You raised a brow.

“For you?” you asked.

“For you,” he said immediately.

Then, after a beat—

“…and because I was wrong.”

That seemed to cost him something.

You noticed.

The wind shifted between you.

For once, neither of you spoke.

Then you stepped forward—close enough now that Antinous could feel the heat of you, the steady, unbothered way you existed in his space like you always had.

“Fine,” you said.

His breath caught slightly. “Fine?”

“You can try.”

That was all.

No grand declaration.

No softness.

Just permission.

Antinous smiled.

Slow.

Triumphant—but not in the way he was used to.

This felt different.

Earned.

His hand brushed yours—testing.

You didn’t pull away.

That was enough for now.

Later—much later—the tension shifted.

Not gone.

Just… different.

Quieter.

He leaned in, voice low near your ear:

“You’re still impossible.”

You smirked slightly. “And yet.”

“And yet,” he murmured, closer now, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Your hand caught his collar this time—pulling him just enough.

“Careful,” you said softly. “I still have that knife.”

Antinous’s grin returned—dangerous, pleased.

“I’m counting on it.”

-

[professionalyapper13]

pt. 2 of pirate reader x antinous where she comes back a year later and he tries to domesticate her sorta but she just can’t be,, but they confess and before she leaves she spills out her heart and gives him a big fat loving kiss (fluff ,,, ok.?)

A/n: Don't have much to say except school has been shitting on me💔

Warnings!: Fluff.

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The sea hadn't changed. It was still the same wild, untamed mistress you'd always known, her moods shifting from glassy calm to furious rage without a moment's notice. The Sea Serpent cut through her waves like a blade, her sails taut with the same wind that had been your companion for a year. You'd raided, you'd plundered, you'd lived the life you were born for. Yet, on nights when the stars were bright and the sea was quiet, your mind would drift back to Ithaca. To a pampered prince with a surprising capacity for aftercare.

It was foolish, you knew. A one-night stand, a moment of weakness. But the memory of his hands, gentle and sure, and his voice, soft in the darkness, had anchored itself in your mind. So, when your crew needed resupplying, and Ithaca was the closest port, you didn't argue. You told yourself it was practical. It wasn't.

The palace was just as you remembered, but the atmosphere had shifted. The suitors were still there, but their bravado felt hollow, their laughter forced. And then you saw him. Antinous, standing by the hearth, a goblet in his hand, looking older. Tired. The arrogant smirk was still there, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

When he saw you, it faltered completely. His eyes widened, a flicker of something unreadable—shock, delight, maybe even fear—crossing his face before he schooled his features back into a mask of indifference. But you saw it. You saw the crack in his armor.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice a little too loud. "The sea serpent returns. I trust you've come to terrorize our cellars once more?"

You smirked, leaning against a nearby pillar, your arms crossed over your chest. "I've come for supplies. And to see if you've learned any manners since I last graced you with my presence."

He laughed, but it was a strained sound. "Manners are for those who need them. I have power."

"Is that what you call it?" you shot back, your eyes roaming over him. He was dressed in finer silks than you remembered, his hair perfectly coiffed, but he looked… trapped. "You look like a bird in a gilded cage, Antinous."

The smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of irritation. "And you look like you've been sleeping in barns. Some things never change."

"Indeed," you agreed, your voice softening slightly. "Some things don't."

The next few days were a strange dance. He tried to draw you into his world, to show you the life you could have. He'd have lavish meals prepared, trying to tempt you with roasted meats and sweet wines you hadn't tasted in a year. He'd offer you silks and jewels, his eyes pleading for you to see the appeal of a life of comfort.

"You could stay," he said one evening, as you sat on a balcony overlooking the sea. "You could have a room here. A real bed. No more salt spray and hardtack."

You looked at him, at the genuine hope in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt. "I am a pirate, Antinous. I belong to the sea. A soft bed would break my back."

"I'd take care of you," he insisted, his hand reaching out to cover yours. "You wouldn't have to fight anymore."

You pulled your hand away, your heart aching. "I like fighting. It's who I am."

He was trying to domesticate you, to file down your sharp edges until you fit into his perfect, pampered world. But you were a wild thing, a creature of the storm. You couldn't be tamed, no matter how much you might want to be, for him.

The night before you were set to leave, you found him in the library, staring out the window at the moon-drenched sea. He didn't turn when you entered.

"You're leaving tomorrow," he said, his voice flat. It wasn't a question.

"I have to," you replied, your voice soft. "My crew is waiting."

"Of course," he scoffed, turning to face you. "Your crew. Always your crew. What about you? What do you want?"

The question caught you off guard. What did you want? You wanted the sea, the freedom, the thrill of the chase. But you also wanted… him. You wanted the quiet moments, the gentle touches, the way he looked at you like you were the only woman in the world.

"I want what I can't have," you whispered, the words torn from you.

"And what's that?" he pressed, his eyes searching yours.

"You," you confessed, the single word hanging in the air between you. "I want you. But I can't have you. Not like this. Not here."

He closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "Then come with me. Not here. Anywhere. Just… come with me."

You shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. "You don't understand. I'd ruin you. I'd drag you down into my world of chaos and blood, and you'd hate me for it."

"I could never hate you," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours. "I've tried."

A tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. "I've spent a year at sea, trying to forget you," you confessed, your voice thick with emotion. "I've raided ships and sailed through storms, and all I could think about was the way you held me after. The way you took care of me when I was too stubborn to do it myself. You're the softest thing I've ever known, Antinous. And I'm the hardest. We don't make sense."

"Sense is overrated," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. "I don't care about sense. I care about you."

And then you were kissing him. It wasn't like the last time, all fury and desperation. This was different. This was a kiss of goodbye, of confession, of a love that could never be. You poured all your longing, all your regret, all your love into it, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. It was a big, fat, loving kiss, the kind of kiss that poets write about, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless and aching.

When you finally pulled away, you were both panting, your foreheads pressed together. "I have to go," you whispered.

"I know," he replied, his voice thick with unshed tears.

You pulled out of his arms, your heart breaking with every step you took towards the door. You didn't look back, afraid that if you did, you'd never leave.

[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.

[giyuusslut3]

Perfect…just perfect

Haiii! This is my first time writing and I’m nervous so forgive me if there’s spelling errors or bad grammar 🙃 but I’ll uhh just start

Bad…that was what they said about him or that he was cruel and maybe their right….but that’s just the side they see of him they don’t see the one you get ,the one that holds you close at night, the one who kisses the pain away or is there when you wake up in the morning they don’t see “your lover” or “your dearest” they see “Antinous” and does he have his moments yes he does, but that what makes him, well him and you wouldn’t ask the gods to change that for anything he’s yours and you can’t wait for the day he weds you to be his wife.