I don't know if this counts as a request since the inbox is closed (if it does feel free to delete this) but what do you think the reaction of the gods from Record of Ragnarok would be if they learned that their darling is a virgin? Would they like it or don't care at all?
You didn't specify what gods (and they are too many...) so I'll put the ones I can think of, you can ask for more tho lol ALSO so sorry for responding this so late
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➳ Characters: Thor, Apollo, Poseidon, Loki, Hades, Hermes, Buddha, Beelzebub
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✧˚ · . Hades
Ugejeigejeifnd this man... Uhhh this man... He's so soft. So kind to you. He doesn't really care that you are a virgin or not, all Hades cares about is your wellbeing. So if you are fine it's ok, if you don't want to have sex it's fine, if you want to he's ready and has the scene planned to make it even more romantic. Never will ask a question that makes you uncomfortable about your personal sex life, it's something that comes out naturally while talking.
✧˚ · . Poseidon
He thinks he is going to not care, but he actually does. More so because Poseidon will be somewhat jealous of your previous lovers, and absolutely will make sure to make the bestest sex ever just to show off that he is better than your ex. But it's all in Poseidon's mind and you won't notice a thing lol. But if you are a virgin he's fine, maybe a bit nervous that he's going to be a bit too forceful on your possible first time together... But Poseidon is going to think about it if that happens.
✧˚ · . Loki
RUN. Oh a virgin? So you never had penetrative sex? What about oral? Not even a finger? What about masturbat— RUUUNNN he won't stop with the question! To make you embarrassed with the worst question ever! And the innuendos! I don't think they count anymore as innuendos since Loki IS clearly stating that he can have sex with you now to teach you anything about sex. If you refuse it's ok, but unless you tell him you are uncomfortable with his innuendos or teasing you with everything he can think of.
✧˚ · . Buddha
"Cool. Want some candy?" You could literally tell him everything about yourself and that's the reaction you will get, depending on how serious the thing you are talking about is of course. If he senses you really feel uncomfortable he will still offer candy and then asks more, but if it's something like this... Yeah. It doesn't really matter to him, Buddha won't mention it further. You will get some dirty jokes and innuendos there and there, but that's it.
✧˚ · . Apollo
Love of my life, sun of my earth... Fucking shut up. When you tell him he will be... Surprised. Like a small gasp leaves his mouth and his eye open type of surprise, as if you are telling him some juicy gossip. Kind of like Loki, just differently: instead of asking questions to embarrass/annoy you, he's telling you how sex is and how he can be your first if one day you ever feel like doing it. Apollo is kind of tempting/teasing you in a way lol
✧˚ · . Hermes
He will smile and tell you not to worry, they are plenty of people (and gods) who aren't interested in sex, didn't have it yet, or are waiting for a perfect occasion/person. It's ok, everyone is different. However you will see a smirk appearing on Hermes face immediately after, saying how "he can help you decide if you want" and then, seeing how red and flustered you are, he will laugh gently and say he was only joking. Well, unless...
✧˚ · . Thor
He will look at you and give you a nod, kissing your forehead. And that's it lol. Thor won't comment it, won't say any joke or anything at all, he will wait for you to initiate things if you ever want to. He's very respectful, as long as you are happy he's happy too. It doesn't really matter to him if you are a virgin or not, unlike Loki, he won't make such a scandal about it. It's okay, he just knows he'll need to take care of you extra carefully on your first night.
✧˚ · . Beelzebub
I can't help but think that this boy is a virgin too... So when you tell him that you are a virgin Beelzebub should say "oh yeah? Same", will he say it? No. You won't know directly, you will kind of tell because of how... petrified he is when you initiate something, or when the situation gets steamier lmaooo He will quickly regain his composure and be more secure and calm, but something is... Off. Even if he isn't a virgin, Beelzebub doesn't really care if you are. They are more important things (your health, for example).
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poseidon wouldn't ever call it "love," because that implies weakness or a need for another person, and gods do not need. instead, he views it as a singular, divine exception.
out of all the useless, noisy vermin in existence, he has decided that you are adequate. that you are perfect enough to exist alongside him without offending his senses. his affection isn't warm; it’s a cold, heavy, immovable fact.
you belong to him, and therefore, you are elevated above everyone else simply by association.
poseidon would only ever look twice at someone who embodies the exact same icy perfection he does. he loathes weakness, he loathes "flocking" together, and he absolutely hates noise.
his ideal woman is completely self-sufficient; if she ever looked at him with pleading eyes asking for help, he would instantly see her as "vermin" and lose all interest.
he wants someone who is perfectly content in her own power without needing validation from anyone, especially him. he is drawn to her because she is the only other being who looks at the universe with the same profound indifference that he does. she doesn't need him to be a god; she just is one.
and he would be the type of man who never asks for your opinion but somehow knows exactly what you want before you even realize it yourself.
if you’re tired, he’s already standing, his hand a firm, grounding weight on the small of your back to lead you away from the "vermin" without a single word of explanation to the people you were talking to.
he doesn't "escort" you; he moves you like a precious piece on a chessboard that only he is allowed to touch.
and his touch would be so rare that every time it happens, it feels like a divine event. he’s not a cuddler, but he is incredibly territorial.
if a stray hair falls out of place, he won't tell you to fix it. he will simply reach out, his long fingers cool and steady, and tuck the strand back behind your ear.
it’s a terrifyingly intimate gesture because his eyes never leave yours while he does it—a silent reminder that he notices every single flaw, and yet, he has chosen to correct yours himself.
and if he were to kiss you, he wouldn't be intense about it. there's no desperation in a god like him. he'd simply place his hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with just enough pressure to tilt your face up to his.
he would show love through absolute, unwavering standards. he doesn't give "participation trophies." if poseidon ever stays to watch you train or move, it’s because he finds your form flawless. as it should be.
he won't tell you "good job," but he will stare at you for a long, quiet minute before turning away, and that look—that brief moment where he actually sees you—is worth more than a thousand "i love yous" from a lesser god.
and he's the type to be silently jealous.
he doesn't shout or pick fights with other gods.
if someone dares to look at you for too long, poseidon will simply turn his gaze toward them. he won't move a muscle, but the sheer, crushing weight of his intent will fill the room until the offender shuts their mouth and leaves. he doesn't do it to protect your feelings; he does it because no vermin has the right to gaze upon what is his.
SMUT HCS HERE
poseidon is a man of absolute control, and that doesn't change when the lights go out. his desire is like the ocean—it’s calm and flat until it suddenly, wordlessly pulls you under.
he doesn't "initiate" with words or suggestive looks. he simply walks into the room, locks the door, and looks at you until the weight of his gaze makes you realize exactly what is about to happen.
and he isn't a fan of "risqué" behavior or sneaking around. why would a god hide his desires?
he finds the idea of public fumbling or quickies in hallways to be beneath him—the behavior of a clown who can't control their own impulses. he prefers the absolute privacy of his own space, where he can take his time without distraction.
and his kinks are all centered around quiet, firm dominance.
he’s a prone bone man through and through; he likes the view of your back and the way you look pressed down into the deep, expensive sheets. he doesn't need to see your face to know you're his; he can feel it in the way you tremble beneath him.
he wouldn't mind tying your hands behind your back, either—nothing cheap like rope, but a heavy, black silk tie. he wants you still. he wants you focused entirely on the sensation of him.
and he's incredibly iffy about bite marks or anything that "mars" your skin. he views your body as something perfect, a divine extension of his own space, and he doesn't want to see teeth marks on it the next day. however, he’ll leave a single, dark bruise on your hip where his thumb pressed too hard—a proprietary mark that only he will ever see.
he prefers the mouth—stolen, lingering kisses that remind you who he is.
his libido isn't high, mostly because he finds the "need" for sex to be a little too much, but when he decides it’s time, he is incredibly thorough.
he isn't a loud man, but he isn't silent either; when you move just right, he’ll let out a low, guttural grunt against the back of your neck. his praise is rare and sharp: "good. stay like that," or a simple, breathless, "perfect," when you finally break. it’s not meant to make you feel "good"—it’s meant to confirm that you are meeting his standards.
and for aftercare, he’s not the type to cuddle or whisper sweet nothings. he’ll sit up, compose himself, and then he’ll clean you both up with a damp cloth, his movements efficient and steady.
but if he’s feeling particularly "spicy," he’ll just carry you straight into the shower. the water will be freezing cold—just the way he likes it—and he’ll press you against the tile, the steam filling the room while he takes his time exploring you all over again.
Hi! This is my first time requesting anything ever so I don't even really know how this work- I was wondering if you could do like a part 2 of your Poseidon x reader NSFW fic, with his wounds being healed he would be making due on his promise. Thanks!!
Thank you for requesting! Here's a part 2 where Poseidon is all healed up and ready to... return the favor.
Pairing: Poseidon x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, breath play, sex in the ocean, creampie, teasing, human!Reader
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A/N: The breath play part just happened, I wasn't even planning on it.
Poseidon wasn't grumpy that often, or as clingy really. Since he got came back to you, injured and hurt in more ways than once he hasn't been able to get enough of you. As soon as Poseidon got better he urged you to come swimming with him. It was an innocent enough request. Not.
The ocean was his domain after all, he was in charge there but every time you were together there he made sure that the sea was calm, clear, not too cold and not too hot, just enough to provide a pleasant chill from the sun. You've had many dates on the beach as well, but Poseidon never stayed on land for too long.
His watery arm wrapped around your middle as he pulled you into the ocean, a wicked grin on his lips, a matching one gracing yours. "Can't be patient? You're a God, you should have better self control."
"Perhaps so, but I've been on the receiving end of things for a while. Now that I'm fully healed I would like to return the favor. Sound fair?" Poseidon was already disappearing under the surface as your laughed. You saw him smiling at you before he swam closer, his hands spreading your legs. "Such a pretty treasure I found down here." His lips pressed against your clit, warming it up in the cool water, tongue pressing and prodding.
Your hands grabbed at him, fisting into his silky black hair to have something to brace against, something to help you grind against his face better. "This isn't fair. You're not… you're teasing."
He didn't respond, not wanting to move his mouth from you. But as an act of mercy he slipped a finger in, no trouble at all, and let it stay there, massaged by your inner walls. His tongue rolled and circled around your clit, making patterns, going from slow to fast and then slow again, as unpredictable as the ocean itself.
"Not enough. You're not doing enough, I can't… I need… I want your cock. I- ah!" You felt his sharp teeth graze your clit and his hand wrap tighter around you, almost circling around you entirely. You were on the verge of an orgasm, so close, but he didn't fuck you how he knew he needed to. As if that wasn't enough he waited just until you were about to say something and then pulled you under.
For a split second you though you were gonna get a mouthful of water only to taste yourself on your tongue, not the salt of the ocean.
He silenced the gasp you made when he pushed his cock balls deep into you, moving mercilessly in and out. His lips never left yours as he fucked his thick, hard cock in and out of your pussy, his speed not at all slowed by the ocean. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, wanting him closer, needing him almost as much as you needed air.
But he didn't let you go, he kept fucking you even as your lungs burned, your moans getting higher and higher, faster. Your nails raked across his skin as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper, barely willing to let him pull out. Poseidon surfaced and pulled back from the kiss just in time to hear you come undone around his cock.
"Your voice is too pretty to be held back, my pretty seashell." He pushed you down on his cock, it twitched and pulsed inside you, coating your insides with his seed, reacting to your moans.. "Missed holding you like this, fucking you like this."
You pulled him closer, lips ghosting over his neck, "I missed this too." You smiled, breathless and content. "The drowning was… new…"
"But good right? Your pussy got so tight when you got desperate. But you know I'd never let you get hurt right?" Poseidon kissed you again and pulled you on top of him as he floated in the surface, the waves rocking you back and forth, almost like a lullaby.
"I know, of course I do. That was exciting." You ran your hands through his wet hair as you smiled at him and relaxed on top of him. "You're rough sometimes, but I know you cherish me. And in turn I worship you, my favorite God." Somewhere in the distance waves crashed against the shore in the rhythm of what you imagined would be Poseidon's heartbeat in that peaceful moment.
TAGS: COCKWARMING, THREESOME, AFTERCARE, ZEUS AND POSEIDON BEING SWEET(I know, shocker), MILD PRAISE, POSSESSIVENESS(it's them, what did you expect), DOUBLE PENETRATION, AFTER THE ACTUAL SMUT, SMUT???, tags are hard y'all, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE THE CREW
WORD COUNT: 607
A/N: It's once again 2am, the demons came and now they've been written down once more. This scenario has been living in my brain rent free for weeks, and finally got possessed enough to write and post it✌🏼 enjoy the fluffy post-filth with the two gods.
This is a smol gift to the amazing @theproverbialpen 🧡
DIVIDER BY @enchanthings-a
Your entire body was buzzing from lingering euphoria. It had been a long night. Your two divine lovers had worshipped you and your body as if you were a goddess, still were actually.
Zeus was behind you, his strong, toned arm draped over the dip of your waist, his hand almost protectively splayed across your belly, adding light pressure against the soft flesh with his palm as he moved it in gentle, soothing circles.
His gentle motions made you acutely aware of the two very spent cocks still buried deep within you, and a soft noise bubbled in your chest. Slowly blinking your very heavy-lidded eyes open, you glanced back at him with a weak frown and a cute pout, and the God King let out a deep, low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your back.
“No worries, little spark. We're done for the night, we promise.” He muttered in a slightly amused voice as he leaned down, pressing a firm, reassuring kiss to the nape of your neck. A hum of agreement sounded from your front, and your sleepy gaze fell forward towards the God of The Seas.
Poseidon gazed down at you, his eyes hazy from the many, many rounds of lovemaking you'd had tonight, but also full of adoration and light pride. He had a firm, yet gentle grip on your thigh, his fingers digging slightly into the supple flesh just beneath your rear as he held the leg you had hooked over his hip in place, not wanting the position the three of you were in to change even the slightest. “Indeed. We wouldn't want to exhaust you any further than we already have.” He gave your thigh a light squeeze.
With their reassurance, you let your eyes fall shut again and simply let yourself exist between the two mighty Gods as they hummed soft words of praise and compliments. Their free hands traveled wherever they could reach, caressing and worshipping you in the afterglow. Occasionally they'd give a small roll or buck of their hips, making sure they stayed safely nestled within you, none of them ready to extract themselves from your soft, silken walls.
“You're so beautiful like this, my gem… absolutely breathtaking.” Poseidon whispered reverently against your hair as he slowly dragged his nose along the top of your head, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of you. His free hand snaked underneath your head, and cradled the back of your neck, pulling you against his chest in a gentle, yet possessive motion, and all you could do was nuzzle against him.
Behind you, you felt Zeus press more firmly against your backside, following the movement as Poseidon pulled you forward. He looped his free arm under your torso, his forearm coming up to cover your breasts, his large hand resting over your ribs, staking his claim as well. “Little one, rest.” He cooed sweetly before pressing a trail of feather-light kisses down your shoulder, and you could feel his lips curl into his signature, smug grin against your skin.
You gave a small nod, already half asleep, and a soft breath left you as you let yourself melt into their warmth. As you began to drift off fully, Zeus and Poseidon kept whispering and murmuring gentle words and praises against your skin, their fingers leaving heated patterns along every inch of your body. You knew you'd be sore when you woke up. You knew the events of tonight would be repeated tomorrow night, and the night after that. You also knew that whatever would happen, as long as you had your Gods with you, everything would be just perfect.
I read one of your Sub poseidon and i think you just open a new path for me, realistically speaking it changed my life for the better i swear. I beg you to give me more even if it’s just crumbs
When the phone rings, Poseidon finds himself picking it up before he could even think to verify who it is. Though, there's only one person who would dare disturb him this late. Your voice rattles through the speaker– low, and a little raspy with sleep. His legs spread wider on instinct, the bathwater splashing against the sides of the tub.
He glares, as though he could wither you through the phone. "Did you call me simply to question me, little fish?"
You chuckle, rustling the covers as you turn over in bed. "No, though, I figure you'll find my true reason equally pointless."
Your laughter sends his heart a flutter, a fact he covers with a glower despite being alone in his bathroom. In such a giant space, only your voice and the quiet ripple of water could be heard. It amplified as it bounced gently off the marble walls, surrounding him with you on three sides.
"So? Are you ready to hear it?"
"Out with it."
Another sleepy giggle, another tingle along his skin.
"I had a dream about you."
...in. Out. A millenia of perfected control, almost shattered with an instant. The rise and fall of his chest was under strict orders to remain unchanged, despite his traitorous heartbeat and far more traitorous clit. They beat to their own tune, so perfectly in sync it was nothing short of a mockery.
"Aren't you curious what it was about?"
Poseidon grits his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of disdainful imagery your words summoned. It was a pointless effort. As the dying sunlight filters through the glass wall, casting a romantic hue of orange and pink over the room, your sleepy rasp warms his skin and softens his walls like a hot bath after a long day.
It'd be so easy to slip a hand down his skin and make the most of your full attention...
He can picture your smile with perfect clarity, and it sends a shiver up his back. He flicks his nipple, pinches it. "Ah, yes, of course not, my esteemed Sea Lord. But I implore you to give this lowly little fish a mere moment of your precious time and—"
Instead, his free hand finds his chest, and (imagining it was yours), begins to massage it. "I will not entertain your meaningless games."
"Tell me what you wish, you insolent human." He snaps, gritting his teeth as he twists the peak of his chest. In his thoughts, your mouth is wrapped around the other one, too busy sucking to talk.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." More rustling.
"...We were having sex."
Poseidon's eyes flutter. His breath barely stutters before he's hard at work breathing in.. out, in.. out.
"We were in my room, with the windows open, and it looked exactly how it does right now outside. I remember thinking how beautiful the sunset looked, reflected in your eyes."
Poseidon slides his fingers downwards until they silently pierce the surface of the water. By the time you continue talking, he's started rubbing slow circles into his clit.
"You were on top of me, but you wanted us to switch. I had been teasing you about it for awhile, and every time I did you got all huffy and stayed up there longer. You had the cutest little pout on you face–"
"Cute?" His breathlessness is hidden by his disgust. Him? Cute? In your dreams. Literally.
You chuckle, and his leg jerks. "Yes. Perhaps I'm biased, but you're much cuter than you think, Poseidon."
"I'll kill you."
"Of course, cutie~♡!"
The Sea King bites his lip– not only because he was close, but because he'd thought up a brand new obscenity to describe your lack of intelligence, one so bad it'd even ruin his mood to say it.
His hand speeds up without his notice, splashing the water around to where you'd definitely take notice. But he didn't care, consumed with thought as he was. The thought of feeling every inch of you deep inside him, of riding you until you shot blanks. Of you finally flipping him over and...
"Anywayssss~ I let you get on the bottom, eventually. You'd been riding me for hours. I'm not sure how I could even move still. Even in the dream, I felt every inch of you; you were sopping wet, and so tight I could hardly breathe whenever you'd slam down on me. It seemed like every time I came inside you, you'd ride me harder."
The slowness of your speech let him feel the weight of every word. Each nasty detail lit his body up a little more, until he was pure energy just waiting to burst.
"Then?"
"Then I kissed you. I kissed you until I didn't know where I ended and... hah.. you began, all while you were begging me to put it back in and fuck you even harder."
You sigh, a little too airily he thinks. More rustling. A thud, as if you'd bumped your head on something. You're taking too long for him.
"Did you?" He asks, his own voice gaspy and low.
"Did I what?" You say, seemingly breathless, despite only laying in bed.
"Did you fuck me, [Name]?" he gasps.
A beat of silence passes, your mysteriously uneven breaths passing back and forth through the phone. Poseidon doesn't want to think anymore, couldn't if he did. His need for you dragged him beyond the bounds of his pride ages ago. He wants to feel you, and this is the closest he's gotten yet.
How ironic that it's over the phone.
You sigh again, and he can tell there's a lazy little smile on your face. "Exactly how you wanted, My Lord."
Poseidon let's his head fall back, a low moan flying free from his throat. He doesn't hide it, as a mere human could never embarrass him, evidence to the contrary be damned. You don't respond, save for letting your own moans fly just as unbidden. You call his name– "Oh, Poseidon, baby," –and he realizes he's done for.
"Just once, baby" You moan, the slick sounds of your hand palming your dick much more obvious now, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
His fingers slip inside himself in one fluid movement, and the first touch of his g-spot summons the willpower to cross the last line.
"I... I want you.. ah!.. I want you to–"
"–fuck me."
His sultry whisper slides smoothly through your phone speaker, the unbelievable words so far away yet somehow right in front of you. Your dream is a reality, and he's here, and you're inside him, and you're gripping your dick so tightly it draws tears. You can barely finish your stroke before you're cumming on yourself; a thick, milky load that coats your hands and thighs and sheets. You're too sensitive to move, but the fluttery breaths of your love finally reach you, evidence of his orgasm, and you find yourself reaching for your cock anyways.
Even as your orgasm spikes into overstimulation, you stroke until his whimpers fade into silence. Your chest heaves with the effort, and for a long moment, the line is silent on both ends.
You break it first.
"So... Can I come over..?"
A beat, and then the phone clicks, and the call ends. You shake your head, not surprised in the least. Just as you're about to curse his divine name, you receive a text.
Thirty minutes. Do not be late.
You're out of bed before you can even verify who sent the text. Only one person would demand your presence this late, after all.
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A/N: Ive got another long form post cooking up w some more sub Poseidon, and a few others!! Yippee!!!!
One vanilla salted caramel and a black coffee for a fem
Fun fact Poseidon is my godly parent!
You hadn't ever seen your husband this angry before. Sure, mortals pissed him off sometimes, but not like this.
Once again, your dear Poseidon had been bested by the mortal king, Odysseus, and he was not happy in the slightest.
"My pearl.. bedroom. now."
You were reading in the massive library in his palace, but his words sent electricity worthy of Zeus's lighting storms down your back. Setting your book down, you cautiously walked to your shared bedroom, Poseidon right behind you, seething in anger and desire.
Once there, he slammed the door behind you and shoved to against the wall with a kiss, which quickly turned into rough making out.
"gods.. you're too good for me, my love.."
He lifted you up by the thighs, dropping you in bed. You could feel your face was on fire, which made him chuckle.
After manhandling your clothes off and roughly sheathing himself inside you, he groaned softly in your ear.
"fuck.. told you, too good for me.."
And then he started thrusting. rough, claiming, brutal. Poseidon had never been this way, normally using gentle touches and loving words, but now? He was as rough as the sea in a hurricane.
After many through rounds, he slowed down and almost collapsed on top of you, but propped himself up with his forearms to kiss the tip of your nose.
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..
Description: Poseidon was simply supposed to learn more about human life but a kind waitress distracts him (y'all wouldn't believe how long i've been working on this)
Warnings: Smut, p in v, fingering, poseidon lowkey a freak, age gap (he's a god so...)
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It was supposed to be simple. He would walk among them, the humans, just for a little while. He felt out of touch, and he figured it might be a good way to bond with his son. Poseidon knew that there was only so much he could do for his son but even the slightest chance he could take. As for him and Sally, it was clear that Sally had moved on and he was happy that someone loved her as he once did. 'Start small', he thought to himself as he entered the diner of a small town in Maine. It was right on the coast and filled with fishermen and whatnot.
"How can I help you?" Her voice was a bit too cheery for the atmosphere yet it didn't bother Poseidon one bit. Only when he looked up and saw how her curly hair framed her face like a halo and he swear the sun moved to illuminate her brown skin in the otherwise dreary establishment. She wore a pair of fitted bootcut jeans with a t-shirt with the diner's logo printed on the back but she still looked beautiful.
"Coffee and pie, please" He only added the 'please' after he remembered what manners were.
"Any preference on the pie?" She asked with her head tilted to the side as she scribbled on her notepad.
"Surprise me," He said with a small but fleeting smile. She nodded before disappearing behind the counter. Poseidon knew it was a bad idea to get involved with her. He would never do that again, could never do that again but if he did, he wouldn't mind it being her.
"Coffee with apple pie and ice cream. I know you didn't ask for the ice cream, but it felt like a crime to serve it plain," She placed the pie and the small bowl of vanilla ice cream on the table before taking the time to fill up his coffee mug. Not once did Poseidon's eyes wander from hers no matter how much they desperately wanted to stray.
"Thank you for the consideration," He said offering her a small smile. She walked away and he began to sip his coffee. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow her as she walked across the dinner.
"How can I help you?" He heard their voice open with the same line she had said to him.
"Sprites for everyone and maybe your number," Poseidon wondered if that's what passed for flirting nowadays not that he should be thinking about flirting with her. No, he was here to observe, to understand.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't give my number out at work," Smart girl, he thought to himself as continued to eat his pie quietly.
"Right," He heard the guy mutter as the woman went behind the counter to fix the group of men's drinks.
"Here's those sprites," She placed them on the table and stayed a few minutes to gather their food order. Poseidon wasn't sure how much time had passed but soon the table had gotten and eaten their food. She had refilled his coffee twice and made small talk each time. She was flagged down and interrupted just before she could ask him about what brought him to this small diner in a town no one's ever heard of.
"So your number?" The same bastard from before had asked her again. After living for thousands of years, Poseidon was sad to see that some things didn't change.
"No," She spoke firmly and her smile dropped as she backed away from the table. She was clearly scared, and Poseidon was the only other customer in the diner outside of the group of men. He wasn't supposed to intervene, it was generally frowned upon to do so.
"Don't be such a bi-," He decided to intervene.
"Excuse me, she said to leave her alone," Poseidon's voice rang throughout the diner. The guy who had been hassling the woman turned to him and
"Sit down, pal," The man spoke with a clear disdain. Poseidon rolled his eyes but was enraged with the way the guy kept walking towards
"Now I'm old, but 'pal' is a bit much, even for me," Poseidon reached out and placed a hand on the guy's shoulder. The grip wasn't tight enough to hurt him but it was tight enough to send a warning. Sometimes a little intervention is necessary to scare away the unworthy.
"Thank you, Mr..." She trailed off, almost scared to meet his eye.
"Don, just Don," Poseidon spoke softly, not wanting to scare the shaken girl even more. Her normal cheeriness didn't return but her eyes softened as she looked at him. Poseidon hadn't been looked at like that since... He tried to dispel that notion from his mind but it wasn't working very well.
"Well, Don, your pie and coffee are on the house tonight," She said, nodding to his now empty spot at the diner's counter.
"Are you sure?" He made his way back to his seat and grabbed his jacket before walking towards the door.
"Mhm, see you around, Don," He shouldn't want to come back. He shouldn't feel the need to do it.
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Coming back would widely be regarded as a bad idea if he were to ask the rest of the pantheon. That's why he didn't. He just wanted a glimpse of her. The woman, whom he only knew the name of from the name tag on her shirt, was his reason for returning. He sat in the same spot at the diner's counter that he did before and waited for her to make her way to him.
"Welcome back, Don," She said with the same smile that he remembered so fondly, "What can I get for you?"
"Coffee and a slice of pie," He spoke with a small and unfamiliar smile playing on his lips.
"Any preference on the pie?" She asked with her head tilted to the side just like before.
"Surprise me," He repeated the same words that he did last time and Y/N simply smiled in return before dashing off behind the counter. She was dressed differently than the last time he was here. Her hair was up into a singular puff and jeans replaced her leggings. He almost felt like the man who he kicked out when his eyes slowly trailed up her body.
"Okay," She nodded.
This little pattern continued for weeks. He'd only ever show up when it was raining but every time he'd ask for coffee and a surprise on the pie. He grew fond of seeing his little waitress every fourth weekend of even months and every third weekend of odd months. It was a bit of a meticulous schedule but he stuck by it. He'd learn bits and pieces about her as his visits continued. How she only moved here to help take care of her grandmother, her hopes, her dreams, and her ambitions.
He knew he was in deep shit when he began to think of her outside of his human visits. Her smile would creep into his mind when he had godly matters to attend to. Her laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, but he would never tell that to Aphrodite. His little waitress plagued his thoughts.
"Can I walk you home? It's quite dark," He knew he was getting closer than he should. Her voice drew him like sirens to pirates.
"That would be great, Don," She nodded as she began to close up the diner.
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"Would you like to come in?" He should say no, he really should say no.
"I'd love to," He folded as Percy would say. She gave him a small smile as she let him into her house.
"Hey, Don," She spoke softly before placing her lips on his. He hesitated fo a moment before returning the kiss. His hands fell to his sides before he could quickly regain his composure. He ached to feel the softness of her ass.
"Will you let me show you pleasures that you've never felt before?" He whispered with his lips barely leaving hers. She had never felt so loved before. His touch was tender as his fingers explored below her shirt.
"Mhm," She mumbled, too focused on where his hands and lips should be. She looked towards the couch for a split second. It would be a bit cramped but it would get the job done.
"Not the couch, a woman like you deserves a proper bed," His fingertips grazed her chin as he redirected her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she nodded. She took her hand into his as she led him to her bedroom. Rain and thunder began to pour outside but Poseidon could only focus on the beauty in front of him as she stripped off her uniform in front of him. Her arm crossed over her body as she felt heat in the pit of her stomach from just his gaze alone.
"Y/N, I'm warning you now, it will be hard for you to find another to replace my touch," He stepped towards her until she fell to the center of the bed. He towered over her as he unbuttoned his blue linen shirt/
"Promise?" She said with a teasing smile as she laid back on the bed. Poseidon's hands crept between her thighs, spreading them. Her underwear was long forgotten. He could almost smell her arousal and he was sure that the sweetest nectar couldn't compare to her taste but that would have to wait until next time.
His cock was nearly seeping with precum but he needed to prep her. Resisting the urge to just begin hammering into her with no concern of how long it would take her to adjust to his size and length was difficult but seeing her fall apart on his fingers was well worth it.
"Getting close? Go ahead and cum on my hand," His voice dripped with arousal as her mouth opened slightly. He could feel her tighten around his fingers and smirked. Pulling his fingers out, he tasted her on his fingers. He was right, her taste was addictive.
"I want you," She whispered just as lightning struck, illuminating the small bedroom. Who was he to deny such a beautiful mortal?
"You'll have me," He said as his cock pushed through her folds. Her back arched off the bed and her head tilted back. He had seen few sights that were more appealing than the one splayed before him. Her legs locked around his thighs, pulling him further into her. It felt as if he was reaching new places that she never thought to explore.
Poseidon knew his cock was large so he gave her time to adjust while playing with her clit. Her eyes lowered and she swore everything felt hazy. A soft mewl left her lips as she ground against him. Poseidon took this as his sign to begin slowly pumping in and out of her. He'd decided long ago that if he got his hands on her, it would be slow lovemaking.
He leaned down to kiss her as his strokes picked up slightly. One of his hands began to tweak the nipples of her breasts. Her nails dug deeply into his back and as his strokes sped up, she began to leave scratch marks down his back.
Feeling her cum around his cock was one of the greatest pleasures he had felt in a while. It was so delightful that it made him cum undone almost immediately. He kissed the light tears that had fallen from her eyes. The two of them lay in bliss for hours just listening to the waves crashing against the shore and the pattering of the rain on the roof. A million thoughts were racing
"Will I see you again?" She whispered, scared that he was just using her for one thing. Poseidon resented that very notion but he knew the dangers of blending his world with hers. The risks and consequences involved were high but so was the love two of them were blossoming.
"In about six weeks," He was royally fucked but it was worth it for now.
