#posené crumbs

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oh also it reminds me since i’ve been talking about posené and revealing it in here— i drew this months ago, for the visual [screams]

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i— uhh, i drew another posené but in regency era because weeks ago i’m so head over heels again after bridgerton season 2 is out 😞☝🏻

ps. hit me up if you watch bridgerton too, bec it has been my obsession since its season 1, esp if you noticed which scene it is 👀

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god this is so embarrassing— my head is filled with greece date with him, especially yachting in santorini— no, aegean sea 😭

so yeah, in the middle of my studying hectic schedules, i managed to finish this

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Pray, Dear Husband. For How I Should Handle This?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Poseidon and named OC, implied NSFW at the end, do read it wisely. it is continued to this one.

YOUR FONDNESS, LORD POSEIDON ; masterlist

(.n) Hear her soul speak. Of the very instant that she sees him, does her heart fly at his service? To every abundance, does her heart meet his satisfaction? For she certainly cannot say what greater blessing there can be for any woman to have the right to love and to be loved.

This is what no one can ever tell in words formed on the tip of their tongue. Nor does Nessie can in presence of her greatest love, as do her lips leave in no words yet a loveable smile that brings more beauty in a face of a lady who is smitten, who is purely, madly, truly in love.

Skin against skin, lingering on fiery trails leaving under her fingertips upon his bare chest, Poseidon can perfectly feel her shady gaze drilling its direction onto his side profile— to even her serene yet rapid heartbeats drumming on his left. His thick fingers running along her black strands of hair, simply giving her soft touches in the form of his unspoken affection as his chiseled arm lays beneath her neck.

She lets her hand caress even more, cradling his strong jaw, feeling the soft skin of his cheek lovingly. The unthinkable amount of butterflies that break through her lower stomach urges her to cry out her feelings, as for the Goddess herself chooses to bend her body to her own desire; howsoever, she is too much in love with the sea God.

“I love you.”

For a second, his fingers’ movements come into a halt. “I have my whole heart, and I did give it to you.”

Her continuous words pull his face to the direction of hers, ocean eyes meet with those shimmering black orbs that screams so much devotion, most of these, sincere love. He remains stoic, as he always is, yet what makes it different is, doubtless, how the blue in his eyes almost gets consumed with the black. Those eyes of hers glance down to his soft lips, back to his gaze, with a wider gentle smile decorates her own lips.

“What did I do to deserve such a heavenly love of yours? May I be of worth to mingle in your life, claiming your heart?” It comes in a whispery sound, trailing in her honey-like voice. Her fingertips brush his temple, tingling themselves with the silky fair strands.

Crease starts to show itself upon his forehead as his sight catches how the clear liquid falls freely from her eyes, betraying the soft smile adoring her lovely face. His much bigger hand joins her hand upon his face, granting it a small and soft grasp. “Are you crying?”

His words come out in an unbelievable tone, as he always is in each rare time she sheds that liquid off her beautiful eyes; yet it means no harm, it doesn't even mean he claims her tears are a sign of weakness— or maybe he did. It is morphing to a blessing he starts to admit, a blessing within her frail and loving heart that chooses no souls, whether good or bad, worthy of her sincere feelings.

Her brows are twitched, lips trembling as she parts themselves open for her tongue to let words slip out; yet nothing gets produced. Nessie remains silent in between her cries, the river surges harder in each wide smile she provides his sight. Poseidon lets out a soft sigh, bringing her palm to his plump lips, letting its softness peppers kisses down to her warm area on the wrist— where life runs within.

He was someone that she could not imagine to marry with; let alone meeting those magnificent blue eyes. It is surely nothing going to be greater than the blessing for herself— that she is the one whom he loves, who loves him dearly. Never does one seconds pass in her life she does not think of the sea God, ought to keep his name inside her heart, yet little Nessie did not know it brings herself deeper into an intimate attachment with a mighty God.

“What am I staring into these very seconds, my dear husband?”

“I do not know, do I?”

The countenance which latched upon her lovely face grows softer in his answer. “The closest thing to Heaven— Oh, pray dear Poseidon, to live with thee at all times for eons is what I dream for.”

The Goddess has not realized since when her God husband moves his arm, letting his elbow to be his pedestal as those gold strands of hair fall; framing his handsome feature above her. Shaky breath leaves her lips as her blurry vision gets clearer as a stream of tears falls down her cheeks for another one time— eyelids flutter close in content as Poseidon brushes his backhand upon her wet cheek, face leaning close to his touch.

What brings such great to even greatest love for Poseidon, to her being? It is suffocating, that she is never in her days to cease the feeling, let alone leaving it in boredom.

My, she holds back a giggle when her heart says, “Will you not wish to be always with him in every lifetime you yourself have?”

She shall. Heavens know their names, that she is well confident with the scarce treasure a deity couple can share, in any lifetime, they shall reunite again as one love.

Just like it is when he vowed his oath as a husband. It is a promise, not just of the sacred commitment that they are making to one another, but a sacred love.

As may it looks like for any passing souls if there are, the stoic visage of his shall tell how devoid he is with emotions, to even in presence of his own wife. Still, it is only a blessing for her eyes and mind to embrace, the graceful and richness within the sea God which he only bestows to his one and only darling. And it shows within those dilated galaxies amidst the blue irises. Poseidon was never a man with feelings. Poseidon was never a man who lets a woman stare up at him in no lessening respect whilst the love pours its spring in each sweet smile and laugh.

He may never admit it under the tip of his tongue, but his heart speaks itself to his mind, to his entire being. That he, too, loves her, as much as she does, sincerely, honestly, lovingly. He too has his whole heart solely for her to grasp within that delicate touch, which Poseidon himself still feels unknown for how he can be met with such dizzying feelings.

Just, he will admit one thing. He wants her love to adhere always with her presence, and he too wants her presence to abide with him for always, for evermore. He not only wants the Styx oath to keep their bond together but he desires the richness within her that keeps him alive, allowing him to feel such emotions.

“Nessie,”

His thumb swipes under her eye, down to her cheek. “Look at me.”

She slowly reveals the shimmering black orbs, wet eyelashes shading her gaze as she looks into those blue eyes; staring at her only with something she is sure equal with any loving words exists. “Yes, my husband?”

He drinks the feature in front of him, devouring every bit of affection trailing in her glance before Poseidon closes the gap in between; he devours every bit of affection, latching on her sweet lips, softly speaking his love in each nibble he grants her. His firm hand grabs her side face gently, keeping her in place as his head tilts to the side to give him more access. Her hand starts to creep on his bare bicep, up to his thick neck to circle her arms around.

For a moment, he pulls off the attachment, still not so far for their nose to collide each other. Poseidon can feel those hands start to cradle his face, as he keeps both of his arms on each side of her body to make his larger body above her. “I love you, Poseidon. So much. Too much.”

He swallows the end of her declaration, heart flutters in the most delicate way as he finds himself going practically drunk under her sweet voice, soft touches. Every so often, Poseidon himself feels his firm legs willingly drop upon her, or when his heart gets cradled in her affection. Those are the times he will always cherish in silence, for how he actually keeps a deep fondness for his only, darling wife. Poseidon loves Nessie, too, as much as she does, too much. He loves her with every deity being of his, the thing he shan’t bestow to any other soul.

His tongue may not give a time for him to pour the same loving words, but his soft lips speak louder upon her skin. His much bigger hand crawls on her warm wrist, claiming her fingers in between his, as he deepens the kiss he performs; it is slow, sensual, enough to tell her how blooming he is under her fluttering words and touches. Their legs beneath the blanket are entangled together, he can feel her toes grazing his calf at the same time as he softly bites her lower lip.

After a minute and half, he divides the lips attachment, has not yet to end it, Poseidon is about to rest those plump lips of his upon her swollen pair for once again before his wife places her soft hand on his cheek. A tiny frown can be seen on his forehead, yet no words leave his mouth; only his lips planting another chaste kiss upon her palm. His blue eyes take a liking upon the sight of her loving smile, wet orbs staring into his ocean pair in tremble.

“I am sorry if I ever burdened you with this feeling of mine.” It comes weak, fanning her warm breath upon his lips.

“Never.”

Eyelids flutter close, the sea God drops his head on her small shoulder, thumb gently caressing her skin within his hold as he finds himself snuggle close to her pulsating neck. A relaxed sigh leaves her lips, other hand flies to his fair locks to stroke his hair lovingly whilst her husband starts to continue his kisses upon her collarbone. The big luxurious room where the prominent deity of Greek and his loving wife rest is only filled with the sound of his lips detached from her skin, pulling a popping sound before he smears it to another side— he makes sure to have no inches left untouched by his affection.

He uses his teeth to slightly pull down her nightgown, searching for access so that the subtle breast of hers shows its milky soft skin— not to mention how his other hand sneaks down the blanket, tracing its finger on her thigh, feeling the texture of her skin, up until that silk white nightgown reveals her hips. A surprised gasp he earns as Poseidon divides her legs, placing himself in between; placing his crotch upon her sex.

“Po?” Her hand caresses down to his strong shoulder, feeling confused but astonished at the same time. The God of the sea only lets out a soft humming amidst his moment of sucking her flesh, his chin grazes her perky nipple underneath the fabric that he has not managed to pull down until.

With his godly strength, he can easily lift her hips off the bed with his only muscular arm, his right hand which in hold with hers leaves her for he to pull the fabric up to her chest— before his left hand traces up her bare back to her shoulder so that he can pull it off completely. He watches the way her strands of black hair go disarrayed upon the pillow; the way her body shows its glory nakedness only for her husband’s eyes.

Eyelashes shady those beautiful eyes of hers as she glances at Poseidon; who lets his head low for once again on her chest, messy kisses across her supple breast as his hand kneads her other one. A soft and low whimper starts to leave her lips, feeling so soft under his gentle act. Poseidon drags his lips in the middle of her chest, those much bigger hands slowly meet the skin of her each side— as his kiss goes down and down to reach her tummy, his hands do not leave the curves of her body, to caress her.

“Stop— where are you going?” Her breathy words cannot stop his lips to pepper its touch upon her hips, face only being parted in inches with her womanhood.

“Can’t I?” He shoots his soothing gaze up to her, bringing her legs to rest on his shoulder as he plants a kiss upon her clitoris, earning a shock from her tense body.

Poseidon acts as if her weak grip on his shoulder is just a feather brushes his skin, as he continues swirling his tongue upon the nerves bundle, making her back arches— hips sinking on the bed like she is trying to run from his abusive mouth but no, once Poseidon is up with his intention, he will finish it. He closes his mouth around the sensitive part of her sex, sucking softly before he gives another swipe with his rough textured tongue.

He not only devours her arousal, but he also drinks all of her sweet moans, taking pride on how her thighs grow tighter around his head, chest up as her hands are curled in fist upon the bedsheet. He has a strong grip upon her subtle thigh as her toes grazing his muscular back, solely working his way to bring his darling a wave of euphoric pleasure.

Eventually, Poseidon adds his thick finger, slipping in slowly before one more joins; gently caressing the g-spot as those two fingers are curled within her lower body. His satisfied hum has concealed with her womanhood when he sees the jolt upon her body, choked gasp leaves her ripe lips deliciously.

He lets his other large hand crawl back to her stomach, up to the middle of her chest— feeling the fast drumming of heartbeat under his fingertips. At last, that warm hand of hers meets the soft texture of his backhand, grasping it weakly before Poseidon turns his hand around, simply letting his darling hold him for her dear life.

Every soul exists ever knowing that Poseidon shan’t lower himself, let alone caring for such a thing as how he wants to please someone. Yet here he is, every so often using his touches to channel his genuine feelings; his love when he is still being a person himself, not so expert in words of how to return her sincere demonstration.

One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms. The Goddess has lost her consciousness over the time as for her head is clouded with the well-provided ecstasy under her husband’s touch; she does not sure what he is doing down there but, Heavens, every time it hits, it does send a shocking wave of pleasure to her body. The atmosphere that hugs the room just starts getting heated in each passing seconds, with only the sound of her sweet weak moans and his tongue, his fingers make. Just, that is how the night ends, simply yet lovingly being cradled within his arms.

Poseidon never cared about anyone’s pleasure let alone leaving his own desire to please someone, but in the presence of his greatest love, how could he?

[] author’s note: EWWWIEJWNE IDK I BEBER WROTE NSFW BEFORE— ik it’s weird don’t laugh or wrinkle your nose at me!!! /hj

btw, come read the continuation!

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What Lies Nether His Silence?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Poseidon and named OC, implied NSFW at the end, do read it wisely. previously here.

YOUR FONDNESS, LORD POSEIDON ; masterlist

(.n) Such are the gods. Supporters are entirely unnecessary to those who have already attained perfection. Gods need no companions. Need no betrayals. Then, which oath shall he stand upon? To deflect his apathetic self and them, be selfish enough to seek each other’s company?

How does the greatest God amongst Gods; Love, births itself within the heart of Divinity?

They told her to hymn the generation of the eternal Gods, and what the heart decides is what any brain should choose ; it is the birth of a very loyal follower of the God Poseidon existed, who later is the one who ever holds the gaze equal with him, earning his hand for evermore in undying attachment within love. It is a pure, sacred love she dares for her God, so even as Ambrosia runs down her throat and she gains Ichor in her red, there will always be a room of thousands praises for her darling husband. To be so glad enough to have the stoic God’s heart within her palm.

It is one of many tales that is not etched upon the ancient hymn; for how Gods hold their attraction upon mortal life, cradling the fragile soul in a feeling called Love. One that does not bother whether it rolls out from tongue to tongue down on earth, creating a sanctuary of their centuries voyage, in fact that huddled within the prominent deity of Greek’s embrace is way more bringing such a delight.

Now, shall we see it through the lens of Poseidon; who is known as the most fearsome God, the most God amongst the Gods, who also claimed that Gods need no companion?

As when he claims her delicate hand within his ancient one, he, who holds so much perfection and one of these is no betrayal, already decides that she is the only love he will have for his immortal life.

It started when he found the string of attention pulled to the direction of Nessie. The world is always revolve around that mighty sea God, but never did once Poseidon himself let himself wander around the world within his eons record— but do know, Heavens, he touches every part of his world, her world each time those aquamarine orbs collide with her obsidian ones. The black is seldom an enticing tint to see for its endless void of nothing, yet aback, that pair of eyes do enchant an Immortal.

Such contrasts do they have imperceptibly and yet the said highest God; Love, does not pick who it wants to reside in. A contrast in which colour her blood natively was before the gold drips, in the curve of lips and words that fall from tongue, and the robust one; languish within her being. Does Love melt itself slowly to envelop that secluded heart of his?

Weeks to months, months to years had Poseidon seen every bit of virtue coming from a heavenly soul. Out of his own consciousness, he has taken a note of her daily activities as for she is living under the same roof with the sea God— which is, yes, with the insistence of Poseidon himself using the reasoning who once was a worshipper shall receive their God as their patron.

Is that not sounding bizarre for a God such as him? Rest assured, Poseidon is solely finding excuses to keep her around. The feeling that he had not acknowledged back then turned out to be something that already controlled his stoicism.

One can see how those cold blue eyes every so often find themselves in a soft gaze, directed to the demi-Goddess who falls in slumber when the sun that Apollo carries with his chariot is still up high there. He started to realize that taking a nap is also written upon the paper of her busy schedule; and that sweet deity will not choose her private chamber to be her resting place but that side of garden where no one notices, the library, or even finding her sleeping peacefully huddled in between the also sleeping Nereids who come over.

Speaking of the Nereids; Poseidon is also seeing how those nymphs shall accompany her, as a respected civilian of his kingdom— she is a part of him, a part of the sea itself, a part of the kingdom itself. Oftentimes, he will enjoy the sight of that glowing happiness upon her lovely face whenever she laughs with the nymphs, jolly dancing around, splashing the salt water on the shore. In the face of dozens of Goddesses, Poseidon always sets his gaze to her.

What makes her so special, that it attracts Poseidon, leaving behind the eternal loneliness that he had not cared less for eons?

Perhaps, it is the neverending kindness and will to get herself around that hard side of Poseidon, no matter how many times he sends a menacing glare; it never makes the great adoration and respect her eyes hold will cease. She, who dares to meet his gaze, is also a person who never lets the love of respect abandons her, abandons them.

Perhaps, it is the richness that pulls his curiosity upon her fragile heart. He desires to hold it within his cold hands, letting it surges its warmth to every vein within his Immortal being. It is never a demanding and illusive desire, it is a sacred and pure desire that comes from a scarce side of his heart.

Perhaps, it is how Nessie understands that he loves being complimented, admired, and adored so much. And it is the quickest way into his heart, she knows this all too well. They will make a great couple for how he also gives her a sense of security; that no obstacle shall bring her down when she is within his arms.

The sea God is not very sure for when and how he had found himself practically has his whole heart within her delicate cradle. But that time; in time where Nessie held the romantic gaze was just convincing the last doubt to dissolve— that he, Poseidon, does really cherish one person, not only that, he also desires her love back.

To recall back, it is not scarce nor unknown for any married couple for how they shan’t forget the day their souls are tied together in a sacred oath. Veiled in white, nothing in Heavens and earth can beat the shine within her face that day when those eyes meet his pair of aquamarine— there was also the light that always adheres his countenance in each time he has her by his side, but it is brighter; more intense as for he is too drowning in blithesome.

“Herewith, matrimonial oath shall not be the only one keeping me in eternity with you, dearest, but my soul will too.” The whisper she chanted upon his lips that day will be his faith to hold onto his loyalty; their loyalty.

And herewith, he does not place his faith only onto the attachment but also her capabilities to make her the most suitable as his queen. She will make a most excellent queen, for they both will rule the kingdom with the kind of love, compassion, and feelings the two of them undoubtedly share.

For almost one thousand years, hands entangled throughout the centuries with never ending devotion that pulls all heads of Immortal live in amazement— they only know few Gods who stays with one love, one of them is Hades, and now, his little brother; Poseidon joins the list.

One other thing, he knows how it feels to get tortured in loneliness for eternity; he does put a slight attention upon that. But does he know? That Nessie herself is fine, as what she said in her oath the day he claimed her chastity, for eons she will be with him in no loneliness can hug them.

Ah, since he is now recalling the memories back then and his own feelings— it makes that mind of Poseidon wander to where his older brother always butted in to his matters about the attachment. He may not admit it but the last advice he gave him as for before the two souls united as lovers undoubtedly did help him.

But one, that did knock Poseidon himself to accept that it is what it is.

A paltry argument started from the sea God’s lips with, “I do not wish to succumb to the blind delight of being in love.”

What to get as a reply from the king of Underworld?

A wise, “You can. To choose what your heart desires truly, instead of suppressing any feelings that come to the surface.”

Every so often, Poseidon finds himself practically letting the surface eat him wholly; drowning in ecstasy of devouring her every bit of affection, until he is unable to say that he can let her be in another embrace— eventually, succumbing to the delight of being in love.

In fact, if anyone sees them for a week, they might not appear as the most impeccable couple ever to exist, but in between these many silences in public, they do still share a short intimacy such as Poseidon resting his much larger hand on her waist. For sure, they do share more love and intimacy behind the closed door, where no one can see that side of Poseidon.

Truly, his lips may not declare it so often or even he walks around with no care though he knows he is wedded, but he loves her dearly. For who she is, in little flaws that charades as her perfection in his eyes.

He may act as if the fiery and passionate love does share itself between them but other day he may act as if they are not a friendly marriage couple— oftentimes, it may leave a woe in her. It is a side that he may cannot change nor even leave him; he was born with an apathetic nature. He may stare at her coldly as she glances with wonderment, or perhaps, pain, as she tries to search for any hint of love in his hard self. It also may leave Nessie anticipating how Poseidon will act that day.

But, he would not turn his head from the said idealism he has held as a tenet if he had not held such fondness for her in the first place. Perhaps, the words Hades left in Poseidon’s apathetic self, whilst that sea God was still rejecting his own feelings, did work on his hard mind and heart.

Yet, why did the sweet wife of his ever ask such a thing so foolishly incorrect?

The sweet night they always spend together within each other’s hold as they are deep in slumber, was filled with confusion and meeting a closure. It started when those ripe lips of hers parted to ask, “Was it ever lust? That has driven you to me all these years?”

Heavens, he will not lower himself to ask the hand of a female in marriage, to let someone touch his chiseled body, if it is not evident enough that he is fond of her. Let alone, for a carnal lust over such pleasure, he is Poseidon; he can get whatever he wants under his authority without the need of giving love as payment.

Rest assured, Poseidon gave the answer as it was needed, he does not wish to be the root of her mind's misery. A calm yet sincere, “How a fool ever thinks that way. Undoubtedly, I am to be the one excluded.”

It is. He is a male of honor. To be proven with how he does his name as the prominent God of Greek, fulfilling his duty perfectly as an embodiment of perfection. He did make love a weakness that may besmirch his wall that he crafted for eons, yet it grows under his consent to be his greatest power.

“Po? Dearest?”

Those aquamarine eyes lift themselves from the white fabric of their blanket, to be met with her concerned face. Ah, it seems the sea God had not realized for minutes he did not move, back against their bed’s hardboard as he was drowning in thoughts.

“Hm?”

Poseidon lets her warm fingertips brush against his cheekbone, slowly placing her palm on his side face as Nessie gently observes that countenance of his. “You looked out of place, is there anything I can help with?”

Eyelids flutter close, a soft sigh leaves his lips when he takes her hand within his hold, bringing it to lay on his thigh. “Fret not. I am well.”

If it is something to blame; as to be the cause of his absence of mind and her concern, it is because of the last night. His wife had spoken much love and affection in lips, in tears, and what a lie if it did not touch his stoic heart. He too had shown the answer of these under his gentle touch, and inside his mind tonight.

He notices there is something inside that is asking to be released, as for he held himself the other night. And to answer if fortunately, Nessie too knows what her husband has inside— which comes to how she places his hand under her left chest; her heart, rustling between the silk of her nightgown.

Her much smaller body goes forward to get attached with his strong bicep, loving gaze solely directed to the fair haired God. The drumming heartbeat of hers is so loud upon the tips of his fingers, pulling the atmosphere down as his eyes meet the sight of her cherry lips that form a sweet smile.

He does not know how he ends up placing that pair of lips on hers, feeling its softness in a slow and passionate kiss. Again, in any intimacy they share Poseidon will find himself being who he is, letting his facade crumble and get drowned in the said intimate feeling and touch. It is a moment that he only shares with his darling wife, ought to channel what his tongue cannot.

He is a harsh God, can be said as a brutal one too. Yet he does not want to handle who is dear to him with no emotions, let alone thinking only about his pleasure. She is the only female of worthy his gentle side during the lovemaking.

“Make me yours, again.”

Poseidon comes into realization as when he feels his lips grazing her breast; dear Heavens, he was really not caring any carnal matters but feeling his wife.

He places a last kiss on her skin before his hands work more for something. Surely, with the dim lighting surrounding the chamber, Nessie can witness the cold gaze which also keeps so much affection, equal with hers. She lets her God husband trapping her body under his big and muscular frame, blonde strands falling to frame his handsome face.

“Were you not already?”

[] author’s note: GEOWNBEJWHEHW PLS IM SO EMBARRASSED TO REVEAL posené’s fics truly as herself though i already posted their pics together that i drew 😭

i’m so sorry that i decided to post these two with her name, so it may cannot be xreader— depends on the response, next writings will be back to the usual, xreader. or not.

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h e h e my guy friend who watches and reads ror said that i can put poseidon in ease if he hears me playing violin, and that's also what makes him fall for me <//3