#olympusboundboys

[dionysusdustin]

“thanks for your help man,” although dustin had been on the island for a year it took him a while to get his plans started. he made an effort to quickly seek out his fellow dionysus siblings, and any demigod he knew to be plant-inclined. soren was a fast friend, and dustin didn’t mind admitting he admired the younger man’s skill. “i know what i’m doing but i don’t want to do my father a disservice with a shitty harvest. been a hot minute and i’m not familiar with the soil here.” dustin had brought soren to a small patch near his cabin. he’d eventually wanted to have a large garden, a vineyard if he could, but dustin wasn’t going to push his luck and fail his father. start small.

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[illbeyouridle]

whomst: @olympusboundboys location: tokyo, duh notes: for whomstever fits best, but the shortest guy works too 😅

"Is this what living in an anime is like?" Ross laughs softly at the pink barrage of flower blossom petals rain themselves down onto the two demigods. He hadn't known the parks in Japan would be this breath taking. Often times, the cities in London were dull and grey, unsaturated by modernity. It was refreshing to the son of Persephone to see such natural beauty flawless intermingle with every day life.

"You got some in your hair." Ross chuckles, bringing his large hand to gently dust off the petals off the other man's head.

[pantheeons]

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Leave it to Saxon to find a gym while on vacation. He may have not been the most toned or ripped guy on Olympus, but his muscles required constant maintenance. By 'muscles,' he mostly meant his tits and ass, but they were big and massive. If he didn't exercise they would just deflate and droop. Nobody wanted that. Luckily, Troy seemed to have a similar mindset, and his gorgeous body reflected it.

"Need a spotter?" he asks, stepping closer to the younger man. "Figured we could help each other out, since we're demi-cousins or whatever—"

[illbeyouridle]

@olympusboundboys location: public restroom..? notes: we can change things if you'd like 🤗

Philippe strolled into the restroom with purpose, mainly due to his need to exit his bladder of its contents. The son of Hera straddled himself in between the dividers of the urinals, it was quite a snug fit. Philippe found it surprising given what he's seen from the demigods on the island. Not that long ago he managed to see a recreation of many marbled relief of the orgies acted out in complete accuracy at the island's saunas. Still, Philippe appreciated the respect for boundaries in the laboratories.

Just about as he was ready to give his cock a finishing shake, he hears a pair of feet shuffle behind himself. He couldn't help the cocky smile beginning to form across his lips. Philippe didn't bother looking back, his hand shook his length as he began to say, "Hasn't anybody told you it's rude to stare?"

During his first years here, Philippe was sure to flash the stranger his large length. Cocky in all sense of the word. He was still cocky now, of course, but there was a finesse and maturity to him now. Philippe tucked himself back into his briefs, he turns around holding either side of his waist band of his pants, unintentionally bouncing his bulge in front of the other man before zipping up his fly.

"You know the only way to help you is to vocalize. Out with it."