#poseidon ror

[btdemaru]

Chambers

Poseidon x GN!reader

Note : i don't see much posts about him and I'm willing to make some! also reader is human.

Warnings : overstimulation, bottom!reader, master kink, sadistic poseidon, oral sex (reader receiving), dacryphilia, spanking,

MINORS DNI!!

Poseidon never showed any affection towards you, never held your hand, not even soft kisses in public. Never. He's too prideful and sucked up in the whole 'divine being' thing.

For years you put up with it, even other gods/goddesses felt bad and wonder why are you still with him. What they don't know is that secretly deep inside his dark chamber filled with luxurious items and silk sheets is where he showed affection.

You're sitting on the Gods lap as he sat by the edge of the bed, his fingers sneak their way through the hem of your expensive soft clothing, giving gentle kisses on your neck while leaving pretty reddish purple marks.

It all started there and hours later you're crying, sobbing as he continues to devour you, not giving any time to breathe as he catches another orgasm from you as Poseidon drink every single drop of your cum only for him to start all over again making you more sensitive then before. Thighs twitching, back arching as you plead for at least a five minute break.

Poseidon ignored those pleas "are you saying you're giving up? And here i thought you can do better to please your master." He teased, gaining pleasures from your tears as the tent in his pants grew bigger, and hell he was big. a little too big. You tried closing your legs saying that it won't fit and that it'll hurt too much. "Be quiet, I'll make it fit." His emotionless face glances up to you, no smile but a sadistic smirk creeps up onto his face.

Lining his cock on your hole before sliding it up and down just to tease you, making you plead for him to put it in only for Poseidon to give you a huge spank. You opened your mouth to complain but he pushed in with no warning roughly, not giving any time for adjustment Poseidon thrust deep amd hard but slow. His hand gripping your waist leaving his fingerprints and bruising it perfectly.

The kisses you share with the sea God was deep, passionate and heated. chasing his orgasm Poseidon picked up the pace, throwing your legs on his shoulder giving him more access for his cock to go deeper, your moans can be heard even outside his chambers and yet he only shared a few deep breath and grunts as if he's just doing nothing. Feeling the coil in your stomach released was euphoric, locking and clenching him in, milking every single last drop of his divine cum inside you as your own orgasm washed over.

Your whole body felt tired, exhausted and fatigued. You closed your eyes wanting to finally sleep and get a rest until you feel a sharp sting on your ass making you jolt back up only to find Poseidon's creepy grin. Something tells you that this will be a very very long night..

[radioactivesweet]

Ok hear me out, what about moon god s/o x Poseidon, its been itching my mind cause of the sea x moon troupe.

What i imagine is, s/o being a powerful god like nyx but rarely appears so only a few gods know or saw them so Poseidon became curious about this mysterious (beautiful) god. Feel free to add more about this!! im just really craving for someone to write this 🥹

Uhhh I like this concept a lot!! I tried to keep the reader's gender kinda neutral, I hope it's fine^^ btw I really enjoyed writing this!

word count: 1.2k

Poseidon often found himself staring at the moon. He couldn't really explain why he would do that - not that anybody would dare asking the God of the Sea what he was doing. Unbothered, Poseidon would stand silenty on the ivory balcony, looking up to that apparently endless sky. Even for someone like him that domain appeared far and full of mystery.

It was a dark night, its only beam being the peaceful and perlescent light emanated by the sleeping moon. He was once told that a god inhabited the moon, far from all other living beings. It wasn't known the reason why the deity ended up there, observing humankind from the satellite. Some believed they refused to get involved with human affairs and chose to live as a hermit instead; others claimed the god was exiled and was cursed to live on their own, bound to live in loneliness; some believed that god to have died long ago, the moonlight being their only inheritance, the memento of a god who existed no more, the reminder of a otherwise forgotten past.

Poseidon, everytime he would look at the moon, would wonder the real story behind it. None of the moon goddesses he knew could give him a response, despite asking themselves the same question - with whom were they sharing their moon? A god, a ghost or nothing at all?

Not knowing made the God of the Sea restless. He wasn't supposed to be this ignorant - it was his duty and right to know the truth. Yet, all he knew didn't make sense to him at all. He couldn't find a reason why a god would choose to abandon their place a seek shelter on the moon; if a deity was trapped on the moon, he would have surely heard of it somehow. It wouldn't have been just a rumour; lastly, gods weren't meant to die, it wasn't their nature. They didn't have an expire date nor any time limits, so it was impossible to begin with. If there really were someone looking down on him from the moon, Poseidon would discover it.

Poseidon spent that whole night reading books and looking for information regarding the legends surrounding that mysterious and mystical figure. There weren't many references and he couldn't even find the name of that god, yet there were reported some events which most likely involved them. A beautiful deity whose melancholic face was reflected on the moon on certain nights, someone wearing a silvery armor while riding a shining chariot across the sky. Also, a powerful god who could conceal the sun and the earth. A god capable of moving the stars and making humans into constellations. A god who could flex the tides to their own amusement - which meant disturbing the God of the Sea too - the moon phases and the sea had always been strictly connected to one another, but the thought of someone directly interefering had never crossed his mind. An ancient deity whose name had been long forgotten and all traces canceled, no statues nor temples left, their believers long dead and turned to ashes.

Poseidon was intrigued to say the least. He couldn't recall even if tried the last time he had felt so interested in someone - maybe last time was when he recognised Hades as his brother thousands of years before? He didn't remember anymore, and it didn't really matter to him neither.

Rumours spreaded fast across the Heavens. It was a matter of days before everybody knew what the lonesome Poseidon was looking for, yet nobody dared approaching him nor suggesting him the information that could have helped him reach his objective. Yet, everybody was curious as to why he was interested in that legend in the first place. Poseidon was used to those lower deities' gossips, so he didn't pay them much care, they were nothing more than a bother and wasn't expecting them to act some other way. He was more interested in what certain gods had to say.

Zeus, despite his prestige, knew no more than him but reccomended talking with the goddess Nyx, whom he was afraid of, much more ancient than he was. Hades and Hermes agreed with Zeus and added some rumours that had been circulating for ages in the Underworld regarding a moon deity who lead the souls of the dead to Hades' domain. Beelzebub clearly remembered studying moon's phenoma and seeing that legendary face. They didn't ask him the reason why he was looking for the god. He wouldn't have answered anyway. Without a single word, he left, approaching his next destination, the goddess all gods feared: Nyx.

He respected the goddess, recognising her value and strenght, but didn't understand the reason why even the almighty Zeus feared - he could only suppose it must have been because of one of his many affairs that didn't end the way Zeus imagined. Poseidon didn't have anything to do with that though, therefore had no reason to fear her.

Nyx knew it all, the story of the human who ascended to the skies and then flew even higher above. That god's name was (Y/n), the vagabond of the stars, the hermit who found a home in the dim light of the moon. Poseidon was satisfied by the answers he had finally found - and a way to reach the moon itself. He was close to his goal.

He had finally landed on the moon. Poseidon had never been there before. It was the first time he got to see the sea he ruled from that perspective. It was a foreign feeling to him. He could almost understand the reason why humans tried so hard to leave Earth and reach the space - it was undescribable. He couldn't even blame (Y/n) for hiding in that timeless place. Poseidon felt as he could touch the stars if he only wanted to. And he was just about to do it, if only a sudden voice hadn't interrupted him.

"I've heard someone was looking for me. I don't receive many guests, so I suppose you must be that person." it was quite, almost a whisper. It didn't surprise Poseidon. (T/n) mustn't have had someone to talk to in a long time.

"You are Poseidon, aren't you? You often stare at the moon, I noticed it." a voice comparable to the music of the spheres, the musica universalis, the harmony between the celestial bodies.

(Y/n) seemed to have no material consistence, one with the stars and the deep blue sky surround them, floating on the ground, detached from the earthly beings. Poseidon almost felt unworthy of being before someone surrounded by such a, otherwordly aura, belonging to a different dimension. On the other hand, he was attracted by that holy creature.

"You are welcome here, God of the Seas." almost as if they had read his mind, (Y/n) reassured him "We all belong to the moon, all beings are made of the same stardust. There are no differences between us."

For once, Poseidon, enchanted and bewitched, couldn't reply. He was part of that symphony too - he could feel it resonating deep into his bones.

The everlasting sea below him, the everlasting stars above him. Poseidon felt whole for the first time in his equally everlasting life.

[deniseseine]

Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet

Part 1 of RoR men having a picture of your face inside their wallet!

Hades ⚰️

He was proud that he had your picture in his wallet, he showed it to all his brothers

His brothers ended up having a long 5 hours sitting on the chair while Hades tells stories about you and stuff!

He loves you so much he probably made a face like this (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ while showing the pics to his brother's

When he told you about the picture you just patted him since you had a hangover from Aphrodite and Hera's sleepover which caused Hades to rant to Ying Zheng

"Does she not like the picture?! Does she not want me to put her picture inside my wallet?! Am I looking like an obsessed god?! Or worse! Does she want to divorce me?!" after longs hours of overthinking Ying Zheng just ended up replying "Hào!" to the god's rant

When you were sober you owed him a lot of kissies everywhere! ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ

Poseidon 🌊

He was very quiet about it, he thinks it's foolish to brag about such a thing, he loves you yes but why would he shove your picture right into everyone's faces right?

That's simply absurd! He doesn't even want anyone to see the picture, not because he's ashamed but because he believed your beauty is only meant to be seen by him only

Although he won't lie, he does sometimes intend to open his wallet wide so anyone could see your picture

He even volunteered to pay the bill as he opened his wallet widely to reveal your picture

"Oh this?This is my beloved wife... Oh wait my bad, future wife for now"

He said that with a smug face as he smiled ever so slightly

Apollo ☀️

Everyone was a bit intrigued, they're not shocked he has a picture of you in his wallet, but they are just expecting the picture of himself since everyone knows he's a narc

Despite him being a narc he thinks you're pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, heavenly! And what does a being with such divine beauty deserve?

A man who has a divine beauty too of course! So in Apollo's perspective you are a match made in heaven!

He then talked about how your beauty and his reflect to one another

"See how I have such intricate and delicate face while my beloved has defined and also has a porcelain like face! We literally compliment each other you know!"

No one knew if he just wanted to bring up his beauty while bringing up yours, or he just wants to end up bringing his beauty to talk about himself, either way he loves you truly!

Thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[rae-pss]

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— RAE'S NOTE: this is another repost from my old account. the whole premise is: poseidon's reaction to his s/o waiting for him before his fight.

༉‧₊˚. ─ you knew perfectly well the capacity that your husband had.

༉‧₊˚. ─ and how could you not be aware of it? everyone there already knew his godly strength, speed and reflexes; that's not to mention all the traits that earned him his nickname "the god of gods" or "the most fearsome god".

༉‧₊˚. ─ even all that, you couldn't deny that after the previous two battles you couldn't deny that some anxiety resided in your stomach.

༉‧₊˚. ─ no, you didn't think he was going to lose. that was something too improbable. but the fear that the supposedly impossible would happen existed in you.

༉‧₊˚. ─ at some point, during your cyclone of thoughts, certain someone stood by your side

༉‧₊˚. ─ coming out of your trance you looked ahead and found yourself face to face with poseidon, your husband.

༉‧₊˚. ─ with his usual cold and disinterested expression he placed his left hand on your head, and without further ado he patted said part gently.

༉‧₊˚. ─ you two had been a couple for about five centuries, so you knew that this was one of his few ways of showing his concern and love for you.

❝your fight is about to start.❞

༉‧₊˚. ─ his hand left its caresses and returned to its original pose, at his side.

❝could i give you a kiss before you have to go?❞

༉‧₊˚. ─ without any other word than to mediate POSEIDON got even closer and kissed your lips.

༉‧₊˚. ─ the kiss didn't last long, his name was suddenly called. he already had to leave.

❝don't worry so much, i'll be back soon.❞

༉‧₊˚. ─ that was the last thing he said to you.

[amphitriteswife]

How would Poseidon handle a baby?

🔱🪸Poseidon x amphy! Reader 🦈🐚

❗️Note: Reader is Amphitrite and dark skinned, she is mostly in the first half also ooc Poseidon

💙🤍tags💙🤍: @miss-seanymph-pani @vilereign @nicasdreamer @viostar2095

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Poseidon was staring at his son, Triton. His eyes slowly watching the little baby’s movements as he was sitting in your lap, his little hands playing with shark plushie. It was a gift from his older brother who seemed to adore his nephew. ‘AAarr! Aarrr!’ Triton said extending his arm towards you, his little hands moving the shark. Poseidon just looked at his son as if he was stupid. ‘No Triton, sharks don’t make sounds like that.’ Poseidon said to Triton who was wiggling his feet in annoyance. ‘AARRRR!’ Triton said louder as he moved the shark. Poseidon just sighed in frustration. ‘Why does he keep saying that?’ Poseidon asked you as he shot a glare at his son. Triton noticed this and looked back at him. Poseidon just stared at him, he looked exactly like himself, which was scary. Triton had his blonde hair and blue eyes but your dark skin. It made Poseidon’s skin crawl every time he saw the same deep blue emotionless eyes look at him. ‘He’s evil.’ Poseidon said staring at the same eyes as his own, just this time in a lil baby form. Triton heard him and started crying. His little face scrunched up and his eyes tightly shut. Poseidon flinched a little. Triton was no easy kid. He inherited your siren voice which meant that he had a beautiful voice…yet a high pitched one when it needed to be. Triton’s screams could be heard all around the palace. The glass shaking and even Poseidon had to cover his ears whole Triton was screaming and crying

You quickly grabbed Triton by his sides and lifted him in your arms. He instinctively laid his head against your shoulder and began to lower his voice. He was now crying like a regular baby. His little hands balled into fists which he touched your hair with. After a while he had calmed down and his scrunched up face went to pouty one. ‘Ama’ Triton said pointing his finger at random stuff in the room. Poseidon looked at him before he took Triton from your arms. ‘You look tired. Go to bed.’ Poseidon said to you with Triton trying to crawl up his shoulder. You agreed with him and gave him a kiss. This caught Triton’s attention, his little figure stopped trying to climb up Poseidon’s shoulder and turned to you, his little shark tail hitting Poseidon in the face. ‘Does he have to wear the stupid onesie?’ Poseidon asked as Triton reached for you with his tiny hands. You laughed a little at Triton and softly brushed his blonde hair with your fingers. This resulted in him smiling at you and wiggling his legs as he giggled softly. Poseidon readjusted his grip on Triton and gave you another kiss. Upon seeing Poseidon kissing you Triton’s smile turned upside down as he again wiggled his little legs, only this time in annoyance. You smiled at Triton who was babbling to Poseidon and gave him a kiss on his head. Triton smiled and reached the top of his with his lil arms just where you kissed him. Poseidon just stared at the baby as if he was the devil. You patted Triton’s head before you went to your chambers.

⋆ ✩₊˚ ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊✩⋆

‘Hey- stop that- Get down from there! Don’t put that in your mouth!-’ While you went to bed, Poseidon had a whole baby to take care of. He never understood how you could take care of…this. He didn’t like how the baby looked at him as if he was going to beat him up. Triton,who missed you dearly, was crawling around the room and throwing stuff at Poseidon. ‘Hey- Quit that! That’s not how a prince should behave!’ Poseidon told Triton sternly. Triton just looked at him innocently before he stuck his tongue out at him. Poseidon frowned and narrowed his eyes at the baby before he poked his cheek. Triton reacted by shaking his head and closing his eyes which Poseidon had to admit was cute. Poseidon watched Triton as he sat on the floor, hands on his lap and back straight. It was common for him to act with ✨etiquette✨ even when it came to watching his baby. His eyes watching how triton was interested in his own hands, turning them and clenching them into fists, rather than the million toys he bought him. His strict tactics didn’t work, so he tried mimicking what you always did to Triton. He softly grabbed Triton by his sides and brought him to his face. ‘Why won’t you play with the toys?’ Poseidon asked him in a gently voice as he looked his little baby in the eyes. He could hear Triton’s little breath’s his little blue eyes searching for something before they found it’s destination. His hands reached for the curl hanging down on Poseidon’s face as he put it in his mouth. Poseidon sighed and softly pulled his har out of Triton’s mouth and instead brought his binky to his lips. Triton opened his mouth to take the binky but just before that Poseidon turned it so that it was upside down, this way Triton let go of the grip he had on Poseidon’s luscious blonde hair and instead brought his hand to his binky. Triton sucked on the binky and blinked at Poseidon who was sliding his hair back so that Triton won’t grab it again. Triton began to fuzz in the time Poseidon was fixing his hair. Poseidon looked at the baby in confusion and thought to himself for a moment, after a while he looked at the clock and realized Triton must be hungry.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 time skip

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Poseidon was looking at his baby who was sitting in the high chair with a plate of food in front of him. He was around 9 months and had already started weaning. On his plate was broccoli (that Poseidon ofcourse didn’t make) A sweet coconut yogurt and some nuggets. Triton was sipping on his juice and looking at Poseidon. After a while his attention shifted to the plate, his little fingers crabbing the broccoli, he made a sound and started swinging it around. ‘No. Don’t do that.’ Poseidon told him and softly grabbed his fist and tried opening it. He underestimated his strength and it took way more of his to actually make him drop the broccoli. Triton in the mean time had his eyes set on the yogurt. Poseidon held a baby friendly spoon in front of Triton who was reaching for it in slow motion. After he got the spoon in his grasp he scraped it against the plate before he tried stirring the yogurt, resulting in some getting onto the spoon. Triton blinked a few times in interest before he started eating the yogurt, which he finished pretty fast. Poseidon took his bib and wiped his mouth. Triton wasn’t too fazed by it and started on his nuggets, he took a bite and his eyes went wide, put a hand over his mouth and started blowing. Poseidon couldn’t help but laugh a little at how Triton reacted to the heat of the nugget. Triton kept chewing and eventually got used to it. He then also cleared his nuggets and pointed to his juicebox. Poseidon grabbed it and held it in a way so that two os his fingers weren’t too far from the straw. This way Triton couldn’t accidentally shove the straw on the back of his throat. Triton took a few sips and then looked at the broccoli on his plate. He took a bit and scrunched up his face before he spit it out. This made Poseidon sigh as Triton refused to eat Broccoli since he was 7 months. Triton shook his head when Poseidon offered him the broccoli again but this time in a manner that he would feed him. Mid shook Triton stopped and looked at something else. He grabbed Poseidon’s hand and tugged on it while whining. ‘What? Stop whining.’ Poseidon said as he took Triton out of his high chair and put him on his lap. Triton pointed behind him and he turned around to see what he wanted. He wanted an orange. Poseidon look at the bowl of oranges and then back at Triton who was making grabby hands at it. He put Triton back in his high chair and grabbed a orange, peeled it and fed it to Triton in little pieces. Triton’s mood shifted to a happy and cheerful one after he got his orange.

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After Triton’s dinner Poseidon was holding the baby in his arms. One placed on his daiper and the other on his back, softly patting it. Triton’s head was laid into the crook of his neck. Poseidon gently patted his back and slightly bounced him in his arms to make him sleepy. He actually had to admit that this wasn’t so bad, despite it being very tiresome he Triton was a cute baby…that was until he felt something in his diaper and looked down and the baby. ‘Did you just shit on me?’ Poseidon asked highly offended ‘nu uh. Take it away.’ Poseidon said to a servant and handed over the baby immediately.

After a while you woke up and Poseidon was so thankful that he kissed you. ‘That thing shat on me!’ Poseidon complained to you. ‘How could he do that to me! I’m his father! That’s so disrespectful!’ Poseidon ranted to you. You just plopped your head back on the bed and saw that Triton was sleeping his crib, you smiled and closed your eyes to go back to sleep despite Poseidon still ranting.

⭐️Thank yall for reading this ⭐️

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Anime, Manga, or Webtoon? 👀

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

He has fish

[mozzaralice]

Obsession

Yandere! Poseidon x Reader

Part 1

Sypnosis : (Name) goes out to travel to her grandma's hometown as a break for her hectic life in college, only for her to realize how much a certain tyrant grew obsessive because of her.

(Name) had been eagerly anticipating this trip to her grandma's hometown for weeks.

It was a much-needed break from the hectic college life she had been immersed in. As she scrambled to pack her belongings, her mom joined her in the process.

Amidst the chaos of folding clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase, her mom stumbled upon an old camera, a relic from (Name)'s childhood. Her eyes lit up with nostalgia as she picked it up.

"(Name), look what I found," her mom exclaimed, holding the camera in her hands. Memories flooded back as (Name) took the camera, feeling its weight and recalling all the snapshots she had taken as a child.

With a smile, (Name) added the camera to her luggage. She knew it would be the perfect companion for capturing the beauty of her grandma's hometown. Her mom, however, was concerned about her traveling alone.

"Are you sure about this, dear?" her mom asked, worry evident in her voice.

(Name) reassured her, "Mom, I'll be fine. It's just a short trip, and I really need this break. Plus, I promise to call you every day."

Her mother sighed, giving in to her daughter's determination. "Alright, but please be careful."

Just then, the sound of an engine revving outside caught their attention. It was (Name)'s brother, (B/n), in his bright red car. He had come to pick her up for the journey.

"(Name), ready to hit the road?" (B/n) grinned, stepping out of the car.

(Name) nodded enthusiastically, grabbing her luggage and giving her mom one last hug before heading towards the car. After a few hours of driving, they reached their grandma's hometown.

Upon arrival, they were warmly welcomed by their beloved grandma. She regaled them with stories of the past, filling the air with laughter and nostalgia. (Name) cherished these moments with her family.

However, (B/n) had to leave sooner than expected due to work commitments. He bid everyone farewell and promised to return soon. Left alone in her new bedroom, (Name) began unpacking her stuff, eager to make herself at home.

The allure of the picturesque surroundings soon beckoned her outside. (Name) stepped into the garden, bidding her grandma goodbye and taking her camera with her. She began snapping photos of the quaint town, unaware of the magical presence lurking beneath the surface.

Unbeknownst to (Name), Poseidon, the god of the sea, had risen from the depths to observe her. Hidden behind a tree, he watched as she captured the beauty of the world with her camera.

He did not had a big fascination between mortals for they we're nothing but absolute pure filth to him. He was apparently keeping a close eye on the mortals that would go in the forest, to see weither they litter around his domain.

If ever, he would strive massive earthquakes as punishment of it.

As (Name) returned home and inspected her pictures, she noticed something unsettling. In one of the photos, there were faint traces of blonde hair behind a tree.

It sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what mysterious presence had been watching her during her photography adventure in her grandma's hometown

Do not ask for updates!

[riseofamoonycake]

Hello! :3

Can i request ror poseidon x reader? Imagine that hades has a childhood friend and he just introduce her to his brothers including poseidon. That is the moment when poseidon fell in love with her (i guess thathades and zeus gonna try to make fun of poseidon😂)

I hope you have a nice day^^

Here we areee! Thank you for the request, hope you like it! Have a nice day!

Solstice

🌊Pairing: Poseidon x Summer goddess!reader

🌊Warnings: none

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«And why should I bother coming to a party given by Zeus?»

«We won’t force you to stay for the entire event, but your presence would be greatly appreciated. I think you may have some satisfaction in the end.»

Only fifteen minutes have passed since the beginning of the great evening, and inside himself Poseidon has already huffed fifteen times.

Seated beside the throne of Zeus, whether or not that place had been prepared for someone else, his legs loosely crossed and one hand supporting his head, his bored gaze roams the great chamber without settling on anything or anyone and no glimmer of life furrows his perfect face; every now and then a loud voice, one or the other of the many chasing each other in the crowded room, annoys his ears and he chases it away with an imperceptible shake of the head, while prefers to ignore the irritating laughter of Zeus.

A whirlwind of colorful clothes, shy smiles, graceful and delicate figures revolves around him trying to attract his attention even if only for a moment, but keeping at a safe distance: the Tyrant of the Seas attracts and intimidates, and also the bravest goddesses think twice before attempting a more incisive approach. Neither the eyes nor the god’s mind, however, notice these beauties, they are so far from him as to seem vague ideas: incoherent, almost non-existent, unimportant and even irritating in their persistence, so much so that at a certain point Poseidon closes his eyelids and on his face descends a harder expression, a silent warning that sounds like a threat. He shouldn’t be there, he wouldn’t want to be there, among gods and creatures that can’t even compete with his breath or attract his interest in any way; listening to Hade’s words was a mistake, even if something ― perhaps the tone, or the eyes that suddenly brightened up ― pushed him to think differently and attracted him into that weak trap. It, however, won’t last much longer.

«At least you listened to me. I appreciate it.»

Zeus Enalios stretches his mouth in a grimace, without opening his eyes, to then settle down better on the throne. «An extremely fine company… even if you seem more out of place than I do here.»

Hades waits a moment to reply; Poseidon hears him sigh slightly, almost as if he were tense or anxiously waiting for something, but before he can even try to ask himself a question, he perceives that the other is about to speak: «You know our brother, we don’t have to underline anything. And… honestly speaking, there was someone else besides you whom I waited with special longing. She never fails to deliver on her promises, yet she’s not here.»

The God of the Seas does not make a movement, as if waiting for a continuation; that perhaps it would come, but suddenly Hades’ attention is diverted from him.

Someone has approached him and is talking softly about something that no one else should know, or that concerns him personally; the quick and firm response that leaves his lips seems to lead back to the second option, and after a few seconds your high-pitched voice is heard above the others, preceded by a quick slamming of small heels on the floor and even before that by your cheerful and explosive laugh, which rumbles under the high arches of the chamber and stops the party in progress for an instant.

«Haaaadeeees~! I’ve finally arrived! Sorry sorry sorry, I did everything possible to free myself quickly but the meeting never wanted to end!»

Snorting for the sixteenth time, but as always within himself, Poseidon turns his head slightly to one side and frowns as he feels a gust of perfumed wind ― jasmine, lavender, and a hint of peaches ― come to him, then he hears the distinct sound of one body literally throwing itself against another, and Hades cackles gently beside him. So, the she who he was waiting for is now here…

«You are gorgeous as always, Y/N. These halls awaited your smile as much as I did.»

«Listen listen, my dear old friend, how sentimental he is getting! How I missed you, why do we always have to wait so many centuries before we meet again?»

«We missed you too, dear Y/N. Eheh, you get more beautiful with each passing season. What’s your secret?»

Zeus’s voice joins Hades’ and yours, but neither of you resents the intrusion; on the contrary, you laugh openly but respectfully, then you reply: «Here, here… if I told you, Great King, it wouldn’t be such, and I would no longer have anything to count on. But you can try to guess, if you wish!»

Annoying. Poseidon snaps his eyes open but doesn’t look at you, staring at an indefinite point: even if he doesn’t know you, his mood prevents him from taking you into consideration, especially with that tone of voice you possess. Even when Hades brushes his shoulder to get his attention, his gaze stays away from your figure.

«Actually, I’m not too surprised to find out that the great Zeus already knows my dear childhood friend, but I don’t think it’s a problem to introduce you again, do you think, Y/N? And considering that Poseidon is here with us too… so, dear brothers, she is the greatest friend I have ever had the good fortune to meet: Y/N, the Lady of the Summer.

Y/N, my brothers: Zeus, King of Gods, and Poseidon, King of the Seas.»

Zeus lets out a long whistle of admiration, then claps so much that you elicit an embarrassed laugh; Poseidon, on the other hand, finally gives you a quick glance, then returns to staring into space.

… Soon after, however, his eyes turn back to you, and never leave your body.

Beautiful. Only one word contains the sudden thoughts that assail him: because, except for your chaotic apparition, this is what you appear. 

You have a dazzling beauty: your hair, languidly gathered over one shoulder, shines like a starry night and winds along your arm like a cascade of silk, barely touching your wrists and hands with well-groomed fingers, already open as if to embrace and trap. Your skin is smooth, luminous like the solstice sun, and the dress you wear underlines its great softness: you seem to be made of pure metal, of a more precious mineral than diamond, and with your every slightest movement, waves of color slide over it as on the finest jewelry.

Lively and intelligent eyes, with a thousand lights inside them, observe the god’s face while the mouth is open in a gentle smile, which hides promises and seeks just as many; and your chest… what creature wouldn’t want to be embraced by you, hug your quivering breast and lean against your proud belly, never to leave it again? And your perfume, gradually more intense…

The force of summer pulsates in your body, which emanates warmth and vitality, and resounds in the place like a siren song: who could ever escape you if not at the price of great pain? Who would ever put up with your distance?

…And how did Hades keep a creature like you, his childhood friend, under wraps all this time?

The silent question of Poseidon is echoed by the same one, but pronounced aloud, of Zeus; and you give a lovely smile to both of them, with traces of a grin inside it. «The fault lies entirely in my reluctance, and also in my rudeness: at that time I was only interested in the company of Hades… even if, now that I’ve seen you, I’m afraid I’ve made a big mistake.» 

Your voice becomes slightly lower, and even if it is only for a moment, the Tyrant of the Seas doesn’t miss the feline look, full of interest and appreciation, that you give him. He doesn’t change his expression even at this juncture; however, he can’t help but notice how dry his throat is and he’s struggling to swallow. What did you do to him? What spell did you cast in the air?

Breaking the brief silence following your last words, Zeus bursts into guffaws. «Do not be afraid my dear, everything can be forgiven for you: if you then accept a dance with me, I will pretend that I have not heard anything.»

You dilate your pupils and clasp your hands under your chin, an excited expression on your face and a myriad of stars in your eyes. «A dance? Of course! I love to dance! Hades, can we? Can we can we? Come with us too!»

Your best friend lets out a short laugh, then nods. «I’d rather wait to join, for now; but if you two want to go, I think the dance floor is just waiting for your energy.»

Both you and Zeus clap your hands in unison, at the height of happiness, then you take a short farewell bow, turn around and start running towards the center of the chamber.

The King of Gods waits a moment longer before following you: first he stares at Poseidon while a sly, wise smile is painted on his face, then he glances at Hades as if to make sure of something, and only then does he turn around and run after you, shouting at you to wait for it.

Poseidon stands motionless looking at you, and almost doesn’t hear Hades’ gentle cough calling him back from his thoughts, nor anything other than your cheerful and sincere laugh, hot as pleasure. What a strange feeling…

«So, how does she look to you? It has been my intention for some time to introduce you to her… I have the impression that you two can become good friends.»

He doesn’t answer: he keeps staring at your figure disappearing and reappearing in the crowd, the lights and shadows of the chamber, and at the smile you throw at him every time you manage to turn around and meet his gaze.

Only twenty minutes have passed since the beginning of the evening; yet, for the God of the Seas, time is slowing down more and more, while the heat is rising, making it difficult to breathe normally.

«If you want to leave, now you are free…», Hades murmurs, craning his neck to observe his brother’s expression, unable to hold back a small grin.

«I will stay», Poseidon replies without adding anything else. All the time he stays there, much more than he had thought, you dominate his thoughts and his attention. The rest of the world ceases to exist and fades away in small waves, but you remain: only you and your joy, and the shadow of the King of the Seas which extends over you with each passing moment, silent and meandering, destined to follow you even after this night.

In truth, everything has only just begun.

[cafeinthemoon]

King - Chapter IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Misguided Behavior

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Poseidon is his own warning; non explicit sex; mentions of deep waters and fear of drowning

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A. Finally I'm getting the feeling that the story is moving forward! Yay! Here we have a small, yet important revelation about reader's past, and a peculiar confession from Poseidon, to say the least 😅 Then, a place I've waited so long to introduce to you: the Sea Library, which I'm sure would make the Beauty and the Beast's one seem modest in comparison haha And, finally, the appearance of a new, essential part of this drama as our reader tries to prepare herself for war...

Hope you enjoy this one, and sorry for making wait ^^

It was like laying on the beach, at the very point where the sand meets the sea, but having a block of marble to support your back instead.

That didn’t mean there was no comfort around you: the water was warm, and its warmth extended to the floor where you were; however, the heat that came from Poseidon’s body felt deeper. And this sensation only increased when you realized that this time things wouldn’t be like the wedding night: now, his mercy has reached its limit and no freedom to move or to breathe would be conceded to you so soon, for his arms squeezed you and his legs kept yours in place, his mouth over yours, making you unable to speak.

Knowing your own limitations, you didn’t even try.

This must be my punishment for the slap.

You closed your eyes, sensing your sight getting dark as a strange noise filled your ears. You never knew if your husband noticed this but, following what he said about keeping what belonged to him intact, he moved away from you, allowing you to fill your lungs with the hot air of the room right before you passed out.

But that was just the beginning.

Getting off you, he sent all the water back to the bathtub with a movement of his hand. You looked around and noticed that the spots touched by the water didn’t remain wet when the waves ceased and returned to the tank, which included your dress, tossed aside by him; you shouldn’t be surprised for witnessing the absolute control that the Lord of the Seas showed over such a small portion of water, but here you were, with your eyes wide open and a ridiculous gaping mouth.

And, of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by him, who chuckled as he took you in his arms and led you to the tub’s interior.

As he walked to the opposite side of the tub, you sensed his feet walking down the stairs on its bottom, and each stair that they touched, the water raised an inch and your heart skipped a beat. In an unconscious move, your body curled over itself on his lap.

Heavens, what he’s planning to do? Is he going to…

Your discomfort wasn’t enough for Poseidon to stop: when he reached the last stair and entered the deepest parts of the tub, he just kept walking inside the water with the same naturalness one would walk on the land, holding you bridal style.

At the point where the water covered his waist and your legs and back, he stopped and made a sudden move to release you into the water.

Something – perhaps the thing that some called the primitive, survival instinct – screamed inside you and forced a physical reaction: you wrapped your arms around Poseidon’s neck, looking away from the water, staring at the bathing area’s entry over his shoulder. Only when the rational side of your mind took over again you realized the shameful position you were put in: with your legs surrounding his waist, the soaked fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin – soaked with only water, you hoped – you were holding on to your husband so tight that you were sure you would’ve suffocated him if he was a human. In other occasions, you would’ve moved away from him immediately, but that time it would mean your death, so you ignored your hurt pride and stood there, trembling.

And the god’s mockery was the price you paid for your safeness.

– So... you cannot swim, dragonet? – he whispered in your ear, each word vibrating with the idea of the frail, rebel human finally bent down, depending on him; and, with all possible disdain, – Pathetic.

You were fighting to control your breath, your shivers and your voice all at once, trying not to reinforce the ridiculous depiction that was just imputed to you, but that was too much.

– Poseidon-sama… – you heard yourself whisper; however, you bit your tongue one second before it started begging him to not release you.

You felt his right arm tightening around your waist, as his left hand caressed the back of your head.

– Hm, what is it? Do you already regret challenging me in my own domain? Are you ready to retract yourself? – his lips left a brief kiss on your lobe – I am eager to find out how your voice sounds when you apologize...

In face of that provocation, what was left of your anger was shaken inside you, so you made no attempts to hold back your words.

– No… – your nails dug in the skin of his shoulders – You will drown me here before you hear me apologize, my Lord!

He laughed.

– Good to see you still have some fight in you, but are you sure about this? – his lips brushed your ear as he spoke – Even with the choppy, deep waters under you?

You sensed a strange movement in the water and gasped.

– You are a though one, more than I gave you credit for – Poseidon continued with his teasing, not hiding his diversion, until a slight change in his tone was sensed, for something awakened his curiosity – Still, it intrigues me: how can you not be able to swim? You were raised in a land where there is access to the sea. Have you never touched its waters?

Given that things have come to this point, it was useless to try and hide this from him now. You let out a sigh and confessed something that has been just a trivial fact about yourself until the moment you were taken to live in that underwater kingdom, when it became as embarrassing as a sin.

– I was raised away from the beach – you explained – My mother never loved the sea, so she would never allow me to come near it. Only after she passed away, I was able to go to the coast, but I always stood close to the sand. And, every time I’ve traveled with my father, we would always go through the land. Because he followed the instructions of my mother, my feet never touched the floor of a ship.

Somehow, speaking about this took off a weight from your shoulders and prepared you for whatever reaction your husband could have. When his verbal response came at last, it sounded more serious than you expected.

– This is the most personal thing you have ever told me about yourself, little dragonet. However, I cannot accept the idea that you never found your mother’s attitude strange, to say the least. How can it be that you have never questioned her? You, who did not think twice before defying me?

You swallowed. He was right, and you knew it – how could you never think of asking your mother about her reasons to stay away from the ocean? Was it a childhood trauma? A nightmare, a prophecy or something more mundane, like a distaste for the sea breeze? Or maybe you’ve tried to question her once or twice, but she simply avoided the theme and you forgot about it?

It is really strange now that I think about it. It’s like, before I was taken to his domains, the sea didn’t matter to me. There were days when I even forgot it exists.

Your silence before those questions was taken as a confirmation that none of this sat right to you, so he just continued to talk, more to himself than to you.

– Besides, I am not satisfied with the fact that you just told me these things in face of death – he held you tighter against himself – You are already mine, you understand? It is not fair that I must appeal to such ways every time I need an answer from you.

When your eyes started to burn, you shut them tight to avoid the tears... all in vain.

Then just don’t ask anything more from me.

– Fair? But how could there be any justice in this? – you started with a mumble, but your tone raised as your words came out – I was chosen to live here, but the choice was not mine! I never wanted to come to your domains! I never wanted to become yours! I never wanted to have this conversation! I never wanted any of this to happen...

A lump appeared in your throat, and you were unable to keep speaking. Suddenly, you felt tired, and your head just fell forward, leaning on your husband’s shoulder. His only response to that – not that you expected anything different – was silence.

It's like someone who watches a child throwing a tantrum. My anger and any of my other feelings mean nothing to him. Is this how a god should behave with us?

When you spoke again, your voice was an exhausted whisper.

– It is important for me to know… My entire reason to exist... it changed when you intervened in my fate, my Lord... I need to know why…

That time, you had a verbal answer from him. A clear, simple answer, but enough to make you gasp in incredulity.

– You still ask me why, my dragonet? The reason is obvious – Poseidon gave you a soft, long kiss on your hair – I love you.

Now, you couldn’t help but obey the impulse of moving away from him, frowning as you stared into his eyes, trying to find the slightest signs of mockery or insanity – and the scariest part of this is that you found none.

That’s not possible! He can’t be serious!

– I don’t believe you… – you mumbled, the sight of his traits blurry by your tears.

However, the god was impassible, as if convincing you of his honesty wasn’t a priority… and, indeed, it wasn’t.

– It does not matter if you believe it or not. It is true – he promptly replied – I love all the women I have taken as my wives, and you are not an exception. I do not touch people for whom I hold no love. But you… – you felt his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping the tears from your face – Despite the instabilities of your human heart, which often led you to a misguided behavior, I can not help but feel love for you.

You remembered Suriah’s words about his love for the women he brought to his house, as well as his dislike for rebel ones, and the possibility of this being true got you scared: following her logic, Poseidon’s love for you must have grown deep in an impossibly short amount of time.

But, well, even though you asked him to kill you, asked not to be impregnated, suggested that he treated his women with injustice and, finally, physically attacked him, he kept assuring you about his feelings, stating that it didn’t matter if you thought he was lying; besides, he has treated with you mercy in some sense: he agreed with your request and didn’t make you carry a child right in your first time with him; he treated you with gentleness after that; heavens, he even killed a man to protect your integrity.

It just didn’t make sense.

And how arrogant of him to dismiss my feelings as “misguided behavior”. Is this how he expects to win my affection?

– Like I said, I don’t believe you, Poseidon-sama – you slowly turned your face away from him, trying to stay out of his hand’s reach – You only feel desire for me, if most. It is not the same thing as love.

Despite your attempt to avoid it, his hand reached your face again, this time holding your chin and making you look into his eyes.

– To me, one does not exist without the other – was his reply – You may understand this in any way you want, but it does not erase the truth of my words…

That moment, you sensed a slow, uneasiness in the water around you. At the same time, your husband approached his mouth from yours, drowning you in a kiss before you had a chance to react.

And then, he moved away just enough to finish his sentence:

– …Neither the truth of my actions.

The agitation you noticed on the water went from subtle to clear, and as it raised until it covered your legs, still wrapped on his waist, you sensed it becoming warmer, as to follow the stream of emotions of its master: in each movement, each wave that touched your skin were the confirmation of his words and the extension of his feelings and thoughts, reaching for you with the same persistence as his mouth on your lips, your neck and your collar, and as his hands going through your body, freeing you from your underwear, making you ready for him.

And you just let him.

I was so willing to drown myself here and escape from him… what happened, then? If I don’t believe in his love, what am I doing here?

As if guessing your thoughts, his voice was heard again, bringing out those very questions.

– Where has your determination gone, dragonet? – he held your jawline, his lips brushing over yours – Have you finally seen the truth, or are you just tired?

Your face burned with that, but you didn’t deny him an answer.

It’s simple.

– No, my Lord…

I don’t believe in your love, but I do believe in your desire. And, because of this...

– It’s too late for me.

***

You were waking in silence through parts of the castle that looked familiar, both in an architectural and energetic sense, having a servant to accompany you.

Though they only happened one or two hours ago, the events of that morning seemed as distant as if they belonged to a remote past now, as much as that empty, long corridor where everything started seemed to be in another building on the other side of the kingdom – and you only hoped that you’d never find yourself anywhere near it again.

Moments after touching you in the bathtub, Poseidon took you out of the water and carried you to bed, leaving you there to rest, all by yourself, as he went to a small office he maintained inside those chambers without giving any explanations about what he intended to do or when he would return, and you, who just wanted to reach the castle’s Library before that day ended, were forced to wait until your husband decided to come back to the bed area and finally give you permission to leave the room, which didn’t happen until a long time.

While you waited, hidden inside the sheets, in the middle of that enormous bed, you recalled the things that happened between you since your arrival.

How could he be so sure that his actions were guided by love when all of them showed no regard for your individuality, your nature and your choices, that is, the least expected from a respectful, reasonable love? Heavens, you were taken away from your home, your family and the life you knew to be confined in the depths of the sea, among dozens of other women who were there only to serve one individual, a man who you’ve never met before and who expected compliance and docility from you above all things! What kind of love was that? Were all the other gods just like this?

Maybe the selkie, Melian, was right. This isn’t an appropriate place for humans to live. We’ve been distant from the gods for so long that it’s impossible to live in peace with them now. We don’t even share similar views on love.

Still... you couldn’t continued to say no to him.

At some point, you just let him hold, touch, take you, reaffirming those twisted feelings towards you which he called love, and even started to enjoy it, lured by the fantasy that they were, in fact, the feelings of a loving husband, and now this attitude had your senses and your judgment contaminated, and you saw yourself unable to wash him away; you kept revisiting the events of earlier, the attentions he gave you, his teasing, his caresses, his seductive whispers, and understood that you might have started developing a sort of addiction, so much that, when the next encounter with him happened – because it would happen – you would no longer be able to put up a fight, not even as a formality.

And the scariest part of this is that I’m already missing him. At least my body is. If only he was normal man… I could even say I’m falling in love.

As you walked, you crossed your arms upon your chest, adjusting the shawl as if you were feeling cold.

The servant glanced at you with a worried expression.

– Is everything alright, y/n-san?

You forced a smile on your face.

– Yes. Thank you.

You weren’t sure you convinced the servant of your well being, but were grateful for her to not insist on that conversation: suddenly changing the subject, she indicated a new direction in your path, stating that the Library wasn’t too far now.

– We just have to go to the end of this corridor and walk down a few stairs – she was saying – The Library’s doors are just ahead.

That information revived your moods, and in a minute or two you were standing before the wide, golden doors of the Sea Library. The servant pushed them by the knobs, two spheres with delicate figures of fishes surrounding them that moved like they were swimming in water as a response to the push, and the doors were opened at last.

You were marveled.

On the large hall of white marble that extended before you, imposing shelves of noble wood, with books of all colors and sizes that filled them up to down, occupied the majority of the space, creating hundreds of corridors through which you knew you could get lost if you just walked into them without trying and memorizing the way. The place, you noticed, was formed by at least three floors, connected between themselves by stairs of the same marble of the hall, leading to shelves even larger than those ones near you.

I could spend my entire life here, and there would be still books to read.

The servant’s voice at your right brought you back to reality.

– Do you need me to wait for you here, y/n-san?

You blinked twice. When you turned to the girl, you saw a clever smile on her lips.

– It’s impressive, isn’t it? – she whispered; and, glancing at the shelves, – You don’t know how privileged you are for being allowed to stay here.

Your throat tightened at those words, but you didn’t want to discuss this with her. You had a work to do. Answering her question, you told her that she could go without you, because you intended to stay there for a long time, and she left you right after, wishing you luck in whatever research you were going to start.

Once the doors were closed again and you found yourself alone with the books, you took your first step toward them… and realized you had no idea where to begin.

Stopped before the first shelf and stared at it with something close to fear. You tried to read the titles that were at your eyes’ height, but they were all written in languages you’ve never seen before, some of them seeming impossible to be adopted by a human group; you raised your hand to touch their spines, but stopped before your fingers touched them.

It was when the weight of your mission finally reached you.

Look at the size of this place… Only one year to work on my task would never be enough...

You looked around and, despite sensing your hopes fading, you started to walk through the shelves – and, apparently, this had a soothing effect in your heart, for in a few minutes you found yourself more comfortable than intimidated by those structures.

It’s like traveling through a big city. Scary and fun at the same time.

As well said by the servant, that was an impressive collection, and you wondered how long your husband has taken to gather all of them, if he remembered the first ones or if he has found some of them personally or delegated this task to his servants. You stopped in front of a shelf and sighed: you knew so little about him that all the inner debates you had while coming to the Library were nothing but pathetic.

I’ve been feeling so much for a stranger.

Your mind was making so much noise for nothing. You chuckled and turned away from those books, decided to explore the next shelf…

– A human being using the Tyrant’s Library to gather weapons? Finally, some diversion coming our way.

[malleusthehammer]

Gyahhh! hi i Freaking love ur blog can you write a Poseidon x Earth god/goddess reader who loves the humans

HIHIHIHI THANK U SM!! THAT MEANS SM!! I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THE WAIT BUT HERE U GO!!

Poseidon and his Earth Goddess/God who loves the humans Warnings: None! Type: Dabble!!

He's slightly confused with your obsession with these pesty life forms. I mean, who could love such unjust and cruel people? You could of course. You'd stand over your balcony, just admiring your beauty of creation. Poseidon would just watch from the shadows, admiring the way you loved the creation that betrayed you. You'd sit and stare at that mortal plane for hours.

One day, he couldn't help but find himself curious about you. So, one day he found you by yourself once again. Of course, staring down at your creation. He walked up behind you, looking over your shoulder at the creation. His eyes softened as he watched a mother with her child. His gaze lingered towards your face as he watched the smile on yours. He was still ignorant towards humanity, but you softened his shell for a minute. You felt an ominous presence behind you, causing you to spin around.

"Poseidon! Ha- Honey, you scared me there.."

The God of the sea stayed silent as he looked at you. His lips still caught in a taut line.

"Good evening to you aswell.."

The silence sat subtly between the two of you for a minute.

"Is there any way I can help you, Hun?" You asked, your gaze shifting between the God and the plane.

Your question seemed to shake him awake, his eyes jolting to meet yours.

"Ah- yes, actually. I had a question." He perked up slightly, his cold demeanor softening just for you. This was rare.. The God of very few words asking you a question? Even if he was your husband, it was rare that he ever asked questions. You smiled widely, eagerly nodding at him.

"Of course! Ask away!" You turned completely away from the balcony, facing Poseidon. He swallowed hesitantly, holding his composure. He was quick to look over your shoulder for a second before returning back to you.

"Why.. why do you enjoy those pesky mortals? How do you find them perfect after what they did to your creation?"

The silence was loud.

You knew they were destroying everything you had worked so hard to build by the very moment. You shifted on your feet, the cold tile underneath feeling even more frigid. You finally looked back up at the man, a weak smile forming on your lips.

"You cant help but love them.. they are imperfect. All they do is wrong. But they learn.. atleast, some of them do.."

Poseidon squinted his eyes at you, his blonde hair flailing in the breeze of the outside. You smiled gently at him, deciding to let him see for himself. You ushered him over to the portal, the both of you looking at it. With the flick of your wrist, the portal viewed a family of three. They were all huddled together in their home, the child wrapped around her parents from the storm on the outside.

"See..? I love humans.. they are so beautiful.."

You snapped your fingers again, showing some wildfires from somewhere. The flames were high and bright as they burned trees and ate up other plants. Your heart hurt a bit looking at it, but you moved back to see some other humans planting trees.

Poseidon looked at you with the same blank face as usual, still confused. You looked up at him and blinked gently.

"I still do not understand, My Pearl.."

You sighed softly, nodding. You rested your head on his shoulder, soon feeling his on your own head.

"If you dont now.. you may never understand.. and thats okay, my love.."

BAWLING I LOVE HIS PROMPT SM HDSJIWYTFGHJIU&YTRD OKAY THIS WAS MY FIRAT TIME WEITONG FOR POSEIDON ASO I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!!! MY ASKS ARE STILL OPEN!!!

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Poseidon's Boobs

In which you, his s/o, appreciate his titties properly.

Poseidon's eye twitches once, twice.

He feels your prodding finger a third time, and considers the pros and cons of killing you. So far, the pros are winning.

At this point, you can't help it. You burst into laughter seeing the veins in Poseidon's neck throb and the way his face scrunches up in barely leashed rage.

Gasping through giggles, you place a chaste kiss on his bare boob, right next to his nipple. Not even the gods know how you dodged his trident, but they hope you can run just as fast, lest all that dodging be for naught.

Hours later, you find your husband is much less inclined to murder you when in the privacy of your own home. Bubbles pop around you and the gentle slosh of water can be heard as you adjust yourself in Poseidon's lap, relaxing against him as one arm wraps securely around his waist, and your other hand continues to trace circles around his hardened nipple.

You sigh contentedly, getting comfortable in the crook of his neck. The soft, supple flesh is puddy in your hands, and you massage it slowly and carefully, letting the changing rumble of your husband's breath guide your actions.

He lets out a moan poorly disguised as a sigh, and you can't help but chuckle. He glares of course, but you simply bat your eyelashes, holding eye contact as you take his other nipple into your mouth, biting and pulling the way you know he likes.

He still likes it apparently, because his glare dies and his eyes flutter closed as he focuses in on the pleasure.

Your smirk becomes a smile, a soft one. He's so pretty like this; face tinted pink with his breath going shallow. Wet hair splayed across his forehead, eyes closed so you could see his long lashes better. He is gorgeous, and he is your's.

Your sucking takes on some intensity, and your hand becomes more forceful. You grip and grope him, pinching and twisting his nipples. Biting him, leaving your mark all across his chest.

Fuck.

You had pulled back to look at him better, and his gaze followed you. Now you're enchanted, simply start struck by the god in front of you. His eyes are half lidded yet his stare smothers you anyway. Smothering you in lust... and love.

For once, his eyes aren't aswirl with emotion while you fuck. For once, he's here in body and mind, not thinking about how "disgraceful" enjoying your treatment may be, or fighting himself over how he feels about you.

That's what you like about playing with his tiddies*. When you get serious, it's more than just touching. It's showing. Showing him that you want more, can give him more. Things he'd never thought to experience are everyday with you, and as much as his face says otherwise, moments like these show just how much he really enjoys it.

You go in for a kiss, both hands at work now. You can feel his hips start to buck into you, and you grind down in response. The kiss deepens, tongues intertwining, and you feel his arms wrap gently around your waist. Your own go to wrap around him, and you grind down hard once more, feeling him shudder and release in your embrace.

You're smiling and going to talk to him, but are suddenly fighting for your life as you try not to be crushed beneath Poseidon's suddenly limp body.

Once you finally get him off you, great shock and greater amusement fight on your face. He's.... sleeping. Rather peacefully for someone who almost killed you twice today, you think.

An airy laugh escapes you, and you run a hand through your hair, wondering how the hell you were gonna get him to the bed.

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*I promise I'm trying to be serious 😭🤣

A/N: Im just saying shit. Talking. Writing. Not a thought was filtered when I wrote this, just puttin shit on paper and prayin it works out smfh.

[ascension-to-heavens]

➢ Poseidon | Record of Ragnarok

[amphitriteswife]

‘I don’t have a type’

⭐️Tag list⭐️: @aikuoliverswife @miss-seanymph-pani @bimmiscourt @viostar2095 @vilereign @tinyy-tea-cup @nicasdreamer @monstertreden

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Poseidon won't leave Kojiro alone. Literally

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Introduction Part 1