#reader x poseidon

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"Cute. Get in the Water, Pet."

Alright, this time I mean it. The second installment of my Poseidon x Reader fic is complete at long last. I am exhausted and used up all my good words on this damn 9.6k word-long chapter, so no fun preamble this time, but a fun little nsfw excerpt for ya below the cut:

“Are you done recovering yet, little siren?” he inquired. The texture of his tone was rough and resonant, his modulation monotonous as if strained. “Because it is taking all of my willpower not to fuck you right now.”   You pulled back to look at him properly and found your god with furrowed brows and a deep scowl. His expression was severe, jaw held tight and eyes burning with desire—with yearning. One look at Poseidon’s face and you could have told how badly he wanted you without him saying a word. The thought filled you with a daring confidence and you could not resist the urge to exploit the power you found in your hands. “How could anyone recover from such a divine experience so quickly, my lord?” You pouted at him and crossed your wrists behind his head, tilting your head innocently. Poseidon glared at you, easily seeing through your ruse. “Cute,” he deadpanned. “Get in the water, pet.” “I fear I need more time to catch my breath, sir,” you sniffled. Poseidon growled at you and his hands fell to your hips, gripping them in warning. “If you have enough breath to be such an insufferable brat,” he seethed, “then you have more than enough to get in the damn water. I will not repeat myself again, shrimp.” “My lord,” you hummed, trying desperately to keep the smile out of your voice, “you know I would die for you. But can’t you let me stay dry?” Clearly you had pushed Poseidon as far as he would allow...

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Along for the ride (Poseidon)

Warnings: nsfw-ish

Tags: thigh riding, afab captain.

Quick brainrot after I pulled Poseidon in the free daily 10-pull. Just look at those thighs ❤️

I will go back to my unfinished works now

You can't even remember how you got in this situation. Your mind is frazzled, the only thought in that brain of yours is how good the strong thigh of Poseidon feels between your own.

You bite your lower lip, trying to keep a little quiet as Poseidon jerks his leg up. You can't keep the gasp in as thick muscle of his leg causes the fabric of your panties to grind up deliciously against your sex.

The god of the sea smirks as he holds your hips, forcing you down and up as you undulate your hips on your own.

"Is this what you summoned me for? Hm?" Poseidon taunts you. Yet there is no bite in it. No he is rather enjoying the predicament you are in.

The beloved and all powerful Captain of the Grandcypher, reduced to a panting, desperate and blushing mess, chasing your end by grinding against his thigh.

He could grant you that pleasure easily, but where would be the fun in that?

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The Looking Glass (EPIC: Poseidon Fic)

Aaaaaaand we are back! I have once again wasted all my words on the chapter, so not that much preamble this time. Just a warning that this one goes pretty hard into the hurt/comfort aspect. Preview for you below the cut, per the usual :)

“Is that…us?”

You both heard Poseidon’s laugh and saw each shake of his shoulders through the crystal’s now mirror-like surface. You lifted your hand slowly then waved, watching in awe as your reflection waved back. You rose to the tips of your toes and leaned back and forth, up and down, as if to test the accuracy of the illusion. Only when you noticed Poseidon’s counterpart from the corner of your eye, his liquid fist poorly hiding his snickers, did you finally settle back on your heels and turn to face him properly.

“I would tell you how it all worked, but I wouldn’t want to send that mortal brain of yours spinning,” Poseidon teased with a gentle poke to your forehead. You recoiled and rubbed at where his finger made contact with an intentionally petulant pout. “But, as you can see,” he continued, “Krustyre’s minerals are very good at transmitting and retaining images. I thought it would make for the perfect gift.”

Your ears perked up and you ceased your fidgeting as Poseidon finally took the leaf-wrapped object and extended it toward you. You hesitated, eyes flickering back and forth between Poseidon’s face and his outstretched arm. He raised a single brow at you and you finally relented, accepting the object with both hands. You took a deep breath and slowly began to unweave the verdant palms, revealing-

Yeaaah that's right, you didn't think I'd put it all on tumblr, did you? You can click on the banner above to finally find out what this mystery gift Poseidon has been teasing is 🙂‍↕️

Line divider by @/saradika-graphics

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Cold, Dark, and Ruthless (?) (EPIC: The Musical)

So uh, remember how this was supposed to be a story told in 3 chapters? Yeah, well...I only wrote the preamble to the proper smut yet somehow ended up with nearly 9k words and thus decided to split this bad boy up. Sorry for the bait and switch 😅

Anyways, as always, fic preview under the cut! This excerpt is taken from a conversation between Poseidon and Amphitrite regarding you, the current object of Poseidon's obsession. Click on the banner above to read the whole thing!

“Okay, so!” Amphitrite clapped her hands together softly then pointed her fingers toward her husband. “The young weaver. What exactly is it about her that has you so out of sorts?”

Poseidon placed his elbows on his knees and sighed. “She is…well, as you say. Deceptively clever and cunning, wrapped in such a sweet and servile exterior. It is…infuriating.”

Amphitrite crossed one arm over the other and pointed an accusatory finger at Poseidon.  “But such a combination alone would not have you this smitten,” she admonished.

“I told you, I’m not-” Amphitrite stared at him through her eyelashes, daring him to finish his sentence. Poseidon let out a deep exhale, knowing full well it was past the point of trying to deny things to her. “She is one of my faithful,” he relented. “No…not just ‘one’. There are few who have ever been as faithful as her. But it’s not just that, it’s… She said something to me, Amphitrite. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“Well?” Amphitrite leaned toward him with a playful nudge. “Don’t keep your wife in suspense now.”

“She told me that she follows me because I care,” Poseidon explained through gritted teeth. “Because of the warmth I’ve shown her. It- it irked me.”

“Why? Because she didn’t buy the whole cold, dark, and ruthless image you’re so attached to?” Poseidon turned to his wife with a look that was meant to be stern, but in reality just came off as sullen. Amphitrite rolled her eyes at him. “By the tides, DonDon—you and Zeus always talk about how far above the mortals you are, but I swear you men are all the same when it comes to your reputations.”

“Not helping, Tritē,” Poseidon glowered.

“Well neither are you,” came Amphitrite’s retort. Poseidon did his best not to pout at her. “Have you lain with her yet?”

“...in a manner of speaking.”

“Poseidon, what does that even-” Amphitrite froze, her eyes wide in revolted disbelief. “Is that why you’ve been so glued to the conch shells?”

“By the tides, Amphitrite—it was one time!”

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Sneak Peak for the Spicy Chapter of my Poseidon Fic

I ended up with a fever and have been down for the count the past few days so progress on chapter 3 of Hook, Line, & Sinker has been a little slow, but wanted to share a preview that I was pretty happy with hehe:

There, on the cave’s ledge, stood the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He wore a beautiful set of short-sleeved robes that flowed down his tan, muscular body like a waterfall, complete with the cool tones of the ocean blue. His arms were crossed and one of them was a bright, translucent teal that glistened in the low light as if it were wet. In front of his arms hung two braids and the rest of his long, silky hair fell behind him like the dark of the night giving way to the faintest hint of dawn. Upon his head, he wore a golden laurel that matched the eye-shaped pendant around his neck and contrasted the silver of his gorget and arm bands. He was observing you intently and those deep blue eyes—just as striking as the rest of his sharp, sculpted features—sent fear and arousal coursing through every nerve in your body. Despite your blatant gawking, you still had sense enough to recognize the danger of your current situation. You had no idea how long he had been watching you for, but as soon as you had registered you were not alone, you screamed and propelled yourself backward, away from the ledge. In your panic, you kicked up a large wave of water toward the stranger and, coincidentally, your clothes. Instead of shielding himself, the stranger bent down with such swiftness that the only evidence you had of him moving at all were the discarded garments now in his left hand. “Careful,” the man smirked. “You’ll get your clothes wet, little siren.” You froze in place, nearly sinking as your legs stopped kicking underneath you.  It was him. The gorgeous stranger was Lord Poseidon in the flesh. Oh gods, you were going to faint.

Might make a few more tweaks because I want to make sure I properly convey how stunning Poseidon is, but can't wait to get this one written! If you enjoyed, perhaps consider catching up on the rest of the saga? Fic one, "The Shell and The Siren", is up and completed and chapter 2 of "Hook, Line, & Sinker" is available to read here :)

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The Waves Underfoot (EPIC: Poseidon fic)

Damn, descriptions are hard. Thanks for your patience with getting this next chapter uploaded, not as confident in it as the others but many thanks to @madscribeofthefates & @whateverussy for the suggestions to make this thing more digestible haha. As per usual, excerpt is under the cut & you can click on the banner to read the whole thing!

The loud boom of thunder brought you back to the present and you paled as you registered the tempest before you that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It was a suffocating curtain of darkness centered upon a fixed point, unnaturally straight like a column supporting the sky. Streaks of bright lighting flashed through the void and the thunder that followed shook your bones, sounding for all the world like a grave warning to stay far, far away. You turned your attention to Poseidon in alarm, only to be further shocked by his nonchalant expression. He noticed your eyes upon him and looked down at you with an easygoing smirk. “Problem, pet?” he asked smugly.

Poseidon didn’t like when you doubted him. It was one of the few things you could do that would elicit a genuinely irritated response in place of his usual snippiness and reciprocated sass. It helped that he rarely gave you reason to question your nigh unshakable trust in him, but now was certainly one of those times. “Lord Poseidon,” you began hesitantly, “are we meant to be heading straight for that storm?”

To your surprise, he did not scoff at you nor scold you. Instead, he tilted his chin downward to look at you properly, a blinding, prismarine grin stretching from finned ear to finned ear. “Of course, my darling servant,” he crooned. “This is the best part.” Poseidon then leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before drawing back to speak into your ear. “Keep your eyes forward, little siren,” he instructed in a hushed yet domineering murmur. “And I suggest you hold on tight.”

You did as he asked, swallowing hard as you tangled your hands into the hippocamp’s mane. On either side of you, Poseidon flicked his wrists, snapping the reins as you reached the edge of the supernatural squall. You sucked in a sharp breath as the deafening downpour drowned out all other sounds, the rain coming down so hard that it almost looked like a solid wall of water. You wanted to close your eyes, wanted to shrink into yourself and brace for impact, but Poseidon told you to keep your eyes forward. So, like the good, obedient little servant you were, you stared ahead with your head held high as your world was swallowed up by expansive, endless blue.

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The Spicy Chapter Is Finally Here* (EPIC: Poseidon Fic)

*but I had to split it up again 😅 There IS PAYOFF HERE THOUGH, I PROMISE! And a lot of Poseidon being soft and vulnerable, because I am incapable of writing smut without writing emotional communication.

There's a lot in this chapter and idek which excerpt to post, so I'm just going to put a screenshot of the updated tags below the cut and you can go ahead and decide if it sounds intriguing or not lol. As always, click the banner to read!

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The Wind in Your Sails (EPIC: Poseidon Fic)

Well, it's officially Saturday my time, so enjoy the next update to the fic! Just some good ol' fluff & hurt/comfort this time around, and some (hopefully) tasteful exposition. Poseidon makes his return next chapter and I'm wicked excited for it, but enjoy some daddy-daughter bonding in the lead up!

Your face fell as you were once again faced with the question, ‘What would this new tapestry depict?’. You looked up toward your father, a nervous plea in your smile. “You sure you don’t have any inspiration for me?”

Halieus shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s my inspiration to give, kiddo.” You whined and threw your head back in exasperation, earning a hearty laugh from your father. “Don’t stress about it too much, delfi. You’ll figure it out.”

“But how?!” you wailed. “I don’t even know what’s out there! What the ocean is really like!” You sank into the stool beside your loom, holding your head in your hands as you ranted. “I’ve never been to sea. I’ve never seen anything outside of this island. Hells, I haven’t even seen all of Ithaca and I’ve lived here my whole life! How am I supposed to capture the majesty of Poseidon’s domain when I haven’t ever truly stepped foot in it?”

You fell back against your loom, supported by the sturdy wood that had held your canvases for years. Tears of frustration stung at the corners of your eyes and you wiped at them furiously, aggravated at how pathetic you felt. You wouldn’t tell your father, but you knew Poseidon in a way few mortals ever would and even still you found yourself stumped. If the tapestry hanging in your home had taken four months to create, how on earth were you supposed to make one to hang in Poseidon’s temple in just six?

“Oh, delfi,” your father cooed, crouching to be at eye level with you. He pulled you toward him and you let him wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace. “You are everything that is majestic about Poseidon’s domain..."