You Spin Me Right Round Baby Right Round

First Kiss- First of all bitch, blood is a no go for me🤢🤮

Best Friend- You are precious and I love you🥰😍

Enemy- Bitch, I dont even remember you're fucking name😡😤

Ex-Lover- You know what, I ain't even mad. Probably had some great damn sex though🥵🥴

One night stand- I would be both terrified and turned on from his intimidation😰🥵

Lover- Boy, I got about 13 cook books I got you baby🍽🍻🥢

Your #1 fan- Bitch if you don't get your dusty crusty musty ass out of here🤬🤬🤬

Betrayed by- Dude, I forgot your name too. At least I won't feel bad for beating two bitches up😏🖕

Saved By- Yes Kirby Jr. can save me any day, any time🥰🥰

I am going to fucking cry😭😭😭😭

I have never thought of it this way. Jesus Christ

You guys are ready for Hades to find out what Apollo did but think about this

Ares finding out

I'm sorry, but what genius made this masterpiece

Lore Olympus as Vines Part 2

HC — helping his sub out (M)

⌦ pairing: bokuto koutarou x female reader

⌦ genre: smut

⌦ word count: 1.3k

⌦ warnings: manga spoilers, swearing, phone sex, mastrbation, ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamic, dom!bokuto, sub!reader, dirty talk, degradation <33

⤷ after being with Bokuto for several years, you should be used to him being away from home for several weeks because of matches in other cities or even countries

⤷ but no matter how much time passes, every single time he‘s gone for longer than three days, you find yourself growing disgustingly needy

⤷ it‘s not even in your control anymore; after all the two of you fuck on an almost daily basis so not being able to touch each other for such a long period is more than just a challenge for the both of you

⤷ bokuto is definitely a lot more collected when it comes to it, whereas you like to be a whimpering and whining mess by the end of the fourth day

⤷ most of the time you just pull out one of your favorite toys and make yourself cum until you‘re as overstimulated as possible; this being the only way to satisfy you for at least a day

⤷ but sometimes, your body craves him in a way you can‘t really explain it

⤷ and to your luck bokuto always ends up being just as horny as you when those times roll around and the two of you end up having phone sex which stills those craving for a little longer than just a day

⤷ so, overwhelmed by several waves of arousal and lust, you find yourself calling your boyfriend with literal tears streaming down your cheeks because no matter how hard you‘d tried, you just couldn‘t finish; your body literally refusing to orgasm for some unknown reason

⤷ however, at that exact moment bokuto is booked and busy at a business dinner with possible sponsors

⤷ seeing your name appear on the display of his phone almost instantly makes him smile and with a quick excuse, he picks your call up

⤷ atsumu, shoyo and even kiyoomi are quick to notice the change in their teammate‘s demeanor the second bokuto lifts the device to his ear

⤷ little do they know that the reason for his eyes widening and his mouth drying is because of your soft little voice desperately crying for him

⤷ “daddy, i n-need you”, you sob, your voice a mere whisper and every single one of your words filled with despair and frustration

⤷ if he didn‘t know you like the back of his hand, bokuto would have panicked already because after all you‘re literally crying but he knows exactly why

⤷ the longer it takes him to respond to you, the louder your sobs get, the muffled sound of your vibrator sending shivers down his spine and after clearing his throat a bit too loudly, bokuto excuses himself from the table

⤷ by the time he finally reaches the WC, your incoherent sobs have turned into soft whimpers of his name

⤷ “baby”, he finally replies, pulling you out if your lust filled haze and easily calming you down; the sound of his voice like music to your ears

⤷ you start whining, squirming on your bed, dressed in nothing but one of his shirts, cunt absolutely soaked and clenching around nothing like crazy as you wait for your daddy to finally take care of you

⤷ bokuto has seen you needy, incredibly horny and desperate so many times already but to hear you like this never fails to drive him absolutely crazy and he can already feel himself growing harder the longer he listens to your whimpers

⤷ “calm down, baby; take a deep breath and tell daddy what‘s wrong”, he mumbles softly, the haze of arousal growing thicker as he remembers the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock

⤷ you bury your face into his pillow, inhaling his scent while pushing your hand in between your legs again, telling him about how you‘ve been struggling to get off with heavy breathes falling past your lips

⤷ “it‘s been so long, daddy”, you cry and start rubbing your clit slowly, sparks of pleasure making you gasp for air, “i need you and your big cock, want you to fuck me until i can‘t walk anymore, please”

⤷ bokuto just hums lowly, letting his head fall against the door with a deep sigh as he palms himself through the fabric of his pants

⤷ “look at my needy, needy little baby”, he begins, making you whine in response, “reminding me that she‘s actually nothing but a cockhungry little slut, hm”, bokuto adds, the softness of his deep voice a contrast to his degrading words, making your pussy clench in despair

⤷ “are you touching that slutty little pussy of yours, baby?”, without even hesitating for a second, you let out a sound of affirmation, rubbing your clit a little faster before you force yourself to stop, knowing that your daddy is going to take care of you because that‘s what he always does

⤷ bokuto guides you through the whole process, making sure to tease you and let you know just how much he‘s missing you by groaning and moaning right into the phone

⤷ as you slowly pump your fingers into your spasming cunt, you lose yourself in the mental image of bokuto‘s strong body clad in an expensive suit, pretty fingers firmly wrapped around his throbbing cock as he pleasures himself to the sound of you doing the same

「”D-Daddy”, you whimper, thrusting your fingers even faster into your pussy, just barely managing to graze your sweet spot no matter how hard you try, “I‘m c-close!”

Bokuto groans at your words, almost brutally fucking his fist as his lids flutter closed and all he can think about is the memory of your tight, sweet cunt gripping his thick cock like a vice. Hearing your needy moans and whimpers has him a lot more worked up than he would have thought and he is surprised at the way he‘s literally about to cum, too.

“There we go, that‘s my fucking girl”, Bokuto moans into the phone, trying so desperately to keep his voice down to avoid any awkwardness once he leaves the wahsroom, “fucking her little cunny like the good baby she is. F-Fuck, daddy loves you so much, angel.”

You whimper at his praise, your sight slowly but surely growing hazier as the sweet taste of your upcoming high starts coating the tip of your tongue.

“Please, daddy”, you whisper and gasp for air when the first, yet small wave of your orgasm hits you and leaves you breathless, “please let me cum, I‘ve been so good for you.”

“Do it. Fucking do it, now. Cum for me, baby, cum all over your pretty little fingers”, Bokuto hisses through gritted teeth, his own pleasure leaving him just as breathless and if it wasn‘t for the disgusting urge to hear you cum before him, he would have come already.

And when you press your palm against your clit yet again, you finally stumble over the edge. A row of loud moans, whimpers and sobs is easily muffled as you bury your face in bokuto’s pillow yet again.

You cum for what feels like hours, absolutely missing the was Bokuto also finishes with a soft little cry of your name, his heavy breathing and harsh gulps the first thing you hear after finally coming down from your intense high.

With your shaky thighs firmly pressed together and chest heaving like crazy, you wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

“Fuck, baby”, Bokuto sighs and lets out a breathy chuckle, “you‘re such a good girl. Daddy‘s so proud of you. I can‘t wait to come home and punish you for touching yourself without my permission. You‘re lucky you‘re so fucking cute when you‘re needy of I would have teased the shit out of you.” You giggle at his words and whisper words of gratitude, exhaustion overwhelming you and the urge to slip into a deep sleep slowly overwhelms you.

“Now go and rest, baby”, Bokuto sighs, “you deserve it.”」

The fact that Matt Mercer liked it is sending me to higher places

Bless him

Had to add tags i forgot and also, it can be any Poseidon because there are SOOOOO MANY good ones. Also to clarify, just in case, this is when Poseidon was like (not too be precise) like a young adult, 18 to 23 at least

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

(ENJOY)

At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and waited the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "

Ariadne and Dionysus as parents headcannons?

Ahh 🤩 anon my favourite types of headcanons! Where to begin:

Okay so first i have the idea of Ariadne being terrified of being a mother (especially when she first became pregnant) and honestly who could blame her? Imagine her for years seeing her parents mistakes. First his father's infidelity, her mother's jealousy, then a sibling that turned her family upside down. Worse she had to watch every year innocents become her brother's sacrifice

Thankfully Dionysus would always prove to her how loyal and supportive he would be to her. Pain? He immediately requests Apollo or Hermes. Walking around? No he carries her. Hungry? Here's a buffet to fill a king. He would always want her to be comfortable and not have any issues or pain

After the first kid was born Dionysus would definitely be so emotional holding his son in his arms. Imagine him holding a sleepy newborn and Ariadne is exhausted but so happy i think Dionysus seeing both of them well and healthy would make him emotional with tears of joy (especially knowing his own past with his mother and him)

Oh their sons would never get bored that's for sure! Dionysus would know how to entertain the kids and Ariadne as well would always try new tricks to show to her kids. Especially with them moving so much their kids would see new places and the festives would be endless for the whole family to enjoy

So. Many. Pranks 😨 poor Ariadne had to deal with an army of men in her family from their scandals

Both would want to make sure nothing is missing from their kids lives and would provide them everything. Of course the Maenads and Satyrs would help raise the kids as well

They always however gave them freedom to do whatever they wanted in their lives. If it's something to know from them as parents is that they disliked being confined or controlled by their family.

But also it was bittersweet despite the many children and later their grandchildren they knew it wouldn't last. Both were immortal but all their kids would eventually wither so they would always support their kid's paths and be grateful for being in their lives.

Bonus some of their sons being important in the myths:

Oenopion: Became king of Chios and introduced winemaking to the island, later blinded the giant Orion.

Staphylus: Associated with grapes and fertility; fathered children linked to Apollo’s myth and Trojan prophecy.

Thoas: Became king of Lemnos; father of Hypsipyle, whose sons with Jason connected his line to the Argonauts.

And this is why Bulbasaur will always be my favorite pokemon. He rocked a Togepi until they were happy and he cut down an apple for them. Pure bean energy

It’s physically impossible to find a more wholesome Pokemon than Bulbasaur

First kiss- I. AM. GOING. TO. JAIL🚔🚔🚔🚔

Best Friend- He would not be able to stand me PERIODT😌💅

Enemy- Bitch, I will still beat YOUR ASS😡🤬

Ex Lover- See😖 he dumped my annoying ass

One Night Stand- Who the fuck is you🤔

Lover- Get THE FUCK back i do not FUCK with blood🖕🖕🖕🖕

#1 Fan- I cant remember your name dude😅

Betrayed by- I am not easily offended..........but😧

Saved By- Sadly he'd regret saving my sorry ass🤪