You can call me Hazel or Queen, and I use She/They pronouns and am bisexual.
This is a side account because my family knows my main and I want to be able to post nsfw / omegaverse stuff. And if you know my main? No you don't.
This is not a roleplay account, I just really like Hazel and she's my favorite of the seven. (other than maybe Percy himself, but that's a given. Or Leo- but all da ladies luv Leo, and I'm no exception.)
If any of that makes you uncomfortable, then don't follow me. If I follow you, don't feel any pressure to follow me back- I just like your stuff, you don't need to like mine :)
My fandoms are as follows:
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Heroes of Olympus
Trials of Apollo (not finished reading yet...)
Hazbin Hotel (idk, it's been all I can think about recently...)
Epic The Musical / Illium
LEO VALDEZ DESERVES BETTER THAN CALYPSO (YES I CONSIDER THIS IT'S OWN FANDOM)
My ao3 is here! (Original_Monster_Queen)
I have never and will never use generative AI as a replacement for actual creativity. It harms both real human artists and the environment. Stop using it as a replacement for talent.
No Frazel, Solangelo or Percabeth bashing in this house! Bashing Jiper/Jasper or Caleo is allowed, tho.... they were not meant to be.
No show bashing either! It's not a perfect one to one, but changes had to be made to make it in a different medium. (Honestly? Some moments in the show were actually better than the same moments in the books, I'm specifically talking about the sirens scene. Sue me. Although, I do think an animated show would've worked better- animation could make it so the monsters (and Tyson) wouldn't take up so much of the budget and still look so computer generated. Plus, as much as I love the actors in the show, we could have accurate character descriptions and personality, rather than choosing one over the other. I just don't get the 'everything has to be live action' crowd.)
Above 18 but below 25, that's the most you'll be getting about my age.
Cabin seven, eleven or six. In that order on purpose, you freaks. I've always gotten one of those on many many tests. Archery, writing, and fabric arts (like crochet, stitching clothes and cross-stitch) are my favorite activities!
So my fic, Overnight Presentation, which is the only fic posted on this account, officially has more hits than words.
Which, should make me happy, right? Like, that means that my fic is popular and people like it. Which feels great! I am a sucker for validation, even from strangers online.
And yet, it's kinda making me angry. I have other fics on another account- this is my nsfw account, so no you don't get to know my main- which have way more words and way less hits. I wrote this fic in one afternoon when I was horny and it has less than 5k words, and it's still just as, if not more, popular than my other fics, all of which have 30k+ words and several weeks worth of effort put into them.
My only reasoning that I can see for this is that it's a smut fic and people are horny. Which, tbf, I did write this when I was horny af.
I remember seeing a post talked about how fickle the internet is, how a drawing you spent days on can get like 5 likes and a sketch you spent 5 minutes on can get 5000. And, like, I know that's how the internet works. It's pretty much always how things go- but idk, I guess I never expected it to happen to me? Which feels self centered as fuck, but I just never thought it would?
I don't know, this is a pretty pointless post beyond the fact that it might be relatable to someone.
I canât believe ALASTOR THE RADIO DEMON gets piggyback rides home
My sister also starts speaking French when sheâs drunk haha new Alastor headcanon
OLD. MARRIED. COUPLE.
Tias doodles are so sweet and precious Iâm so inspired
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Radiosilence version (animatic) here ->
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the song is âCharlie, be quiet!â by Charl
I got this comment on my smut fic, and I know this is a bot, but I just wanted to post about it anyway because it's so ridiculous.
You might notice it's the email notif of when you get a comment, and that's because I deleted the actual comment as soon as I saw it, knowing it was a bot. Then later, I thought about it and was like I want to post about this idiot.
There's very many things that are very wrong about this comment, so I'm going to list them. Below the cut because this is going to be a longer one.
"I think about your story long after I read it" No you don't, this comment was posted less than a day after the work itself was posted.
"Reading each chapter" This is a one-shot???
"You still include borders" No, I don't??? Tf??? This is a 4k omegaverse smut fic, where would I have time to talk about borders? I even checked via ctrl + f, and there is not a single mention of borders in my fic. Even the letter combination of 'bor' doesn't show up in this fic, not even once.
"Your fictional countries" I did not include worldbuilding in my 4k word omegaverse smut fic. Also, it's Percy Jackson- which is set in the very real place of Long Island- in the US- which does have borders. I did not change that, becAUSE IT'S A 4K WORD OMEGAVERSE SMUT FIC.
"I find this deeply concerning" That's a you problem, not a me problem.
"Depicting borders can be interpreted as supporting the actions of ICE and anti-immigration, fascist ideologies" What the actual fuck. I guess it could be? Like, politics and smut are a bit of a weird combo, but I guess you could see it that way? Also, again, I did not depict borders in a 4k omegaverse smut fic- at the very least, not outside of how canon depicts borders. (I'm writing about the PJO and HoO books, which came out in 2005 to 2014, and- this might be hard to believe- but Rick Riordan did not know about ICE when it was a decade in the future.)
"This is difficult to reconcile with the empathy shown in your writing" What empathy? I'm a complete bitch and I know it.
I'm going to completely skip the next bit, because, yes- depicting a world without borders does sound cool- but why are you saying this under a 4k omegaverse smut fic?
"I found your address through social media and the public phonebook" Who uses phonebooks anymore?
"And it turns out we live in the same state!" I'm not from anywhere that has states, and definitely not from the US.
"This is such a lovely surprise." No. It's really not.
"I will come over this weekend" I kinda wish that I hadn't deleted this comment now. I would love to ask how the meeting with 'me' went.
"I want to talk to you-" Actually, I don't really want to talk to you.
"-about the importance of writing countries without borders and how we can participate in protesting against ICE." Bruh. I'm not American? I get what's happening in the US rn sucks, but that's not really what I think about when I'm writing fluffy Percabeth smut.
"I think a personal conversation will be very helpful for both of us." Ok? Then reach out. DM me. It's not like I'm hiding from you.
"As we navigate the complex social and political issues through the lens of your fiction." I'm the only one writing this, you dumbass bot.
Ok, sarcasm aside, this is seriously a really bad bot to come across your fanfiction.
If I was actually american and had an actual social media presence beyond just ao3 and tumblr, then this bot would really freak me out. Someone online saying that they know your address is really scary and not something that I would ever want to go through.
I think the worst part is, they don't talk like a bot. They use normal words, normal phrasing, no special symbols, nothing different to what someone could make and know just from sitting at their normal keyboard and normal computer.
The fact that it's a guest does help a little, but not enough to where it matters. I'm lucky enough that the things they mentioned don't line up with my irl circumstances, but some people would actually have their circumstances and fic details be close enough to where this might seem real, which is honestly really scary.
Whoever made this bot is really shitty and was trying to scare innocent people.
Time to address the Halcyon Green-shaped elephant in the room aka let me explain to you why I think itâs canon even though it seems like it should not be aka another installment of Tinfoilhatting With Fsinger
Iâm really sorry I could not think of a better title. Hope youâre intrigued enough to follow me in this journey anyway.Â
So. The thing is.Â
The Halcyon story, taken as it is, does not gel with TOA at all.Â
And not because itâs OOC for Apollo to have done what Halcyon says heâs done to him⊠Although I think it is. I think an argument can and should be made â and has been made by @flightfoot before â that this story, taken as it is, is essentially⊠incompatible with Apolloâs characterization in every other scrap of the RRverse he appears in. (This story, and also the Harpocrates story, which I wonât examine here because it deserves its own post. For now Iâll just say itâs interesting to note that itâs the two additions to Apolloâs background that Rick invented out of whole cloth that share this peculiarity, and I donât think itâs by mistake).Â
But whether the Halcyon story breaks the internal consistency of Apolloâs characterization or not is a matter of secondary importance in the face of the fact that the Halcyon story breaks the internal consistency of the TOA narrative as a whole.Â
Take this excerpt from The Diary Of Luke Castellan:
âHow long have you been here?â I asked.
Halcyon shrugged listlessly. The monster spoke for him: âI have lost count. Decades? Because my father is the god of oracles, I was born with the curse of seeing the future. Apollo warned me to keep quiet. He told me I should never share what I saw because it would anger the gods. But many years agoâŠI simply had to speak. I met a young girl who was destined to die in an accident. I saved her life by telling her the future.â
I tried to focus on the old man, but it was hard not to look at the monsterâs mouthâthose black lips, the slavering bone-plated jaws.
âI donât get itâŠâ I forced myself to meet Halcyonâs eyes. âYou did something good. Why would that anger the gods?â
âThey donât like mortals meddling with fate,â the leucrota said. âMy father cursed me. He forced me to wear these clothes, the skin of Python, who once guarded the Oracle of Delphi, as a reminder that I was not an oracle. He took away my voice and locked me in this mansion, my boyhood home. Then the gods set the leucrotae to guard me. Normally, leucrotae only mimic human speech, but these are linked to my thoughts. They speak for me. They keep me alive as bait, to lure other demigods. It was Apolloâs way of reminding me, forever, that my voice would only lead others to their doom.â
An angry coppery taste filled my mouth. I already knew the gods could be cruel. My deadbeat dad had ignored me for fourteen years. But Halcyon Greenâs curse was just plain wrong. It was evil.
Now think back on all the times Apollo compares Nero to Zeus or even Kronos, and all the times he does not include himself too as a term of comparison.
still believe Healing Incantation from Tangled is a peak Hyapollo song btw. flower gleam and glow? hyacinth flower forming. let your power shine? apollo failing to revive hyacinthus with his power. make the clock reverse? bring back what once was mine? the desperate regret. heal what has been hurt? heal the fatal injury. change the fates' design? HELLO???!!!! save what has been lost? BRING BACK WHAT ONCE WAS MINE?
I just posted my first ever smut, called Overnight Presentation! You can see it here!
Summary:
Percy didn't come to breakfast. A little unusual- but not weird. Blackjack probably knocked down his door again last night and got Percy to help save the local sea life, so he needed to sleep in.
So Annabeth, like any good girlfriend and alpha, brought her boyfriend all his favorites for breakfast in bed.
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âCan I come into your nest, omega?â She asked, leaning down to his level, hands on her knees. Her breasts and golden hair fell over the side of the nest. He nodded, shyly covering his face. âI need words, omega.â Oh, she was going to make him say it? Out loud?
âPlease. Please come in here and fuck me, alpha.â
She smiled and crawled in, taking care to not knock over the wall of the nest.
Tags:
Omega Percy Jackson, Alpha Annabeth Chase, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Girl Penis, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Femdom, Bottom Percy Jackson, Top Annabeth Chase, Established Relationship
Work under cut! (4k words)
Annabeth Chase spent her breakfast awaiting her boyfriendâs, Percy Jacksonâs, arrival.
He sat at the Athena cabinâs table nearly every day since they returned from saving the world for the second time, blatantly ignoring the cabin seating arrangements. She adored how clingy her boyfriend was, she just wished he wasnât like this solely because of the trauma of being kidnapped by the queen of the gods and being separated from her for eight whole months.
She laughed at something her half-brother Malcom said, her eyes still on the cabins in the distance, specifically the first building on the left. Cabin three- the Poseidon cabin. The Athena table in the mess hall had a clear shot into the field that sat between the twenty cabins, but she didnât see Percy come out of his cabin at all during breakfast.
Which was a little weird. Not anything worthy of concern, but weird nonetheless. Percy certainly wasnât a morning person, but he didnât usually sleep in this late either. He was probably just up late the night before. If he was, it was probably because another sea animal had needed help and Blackjack had kicked down his door at 3 am because of it. She always loved hearing about the wild adventures her boyfriend got into in the middle of the night, and the mythical creatures he helped.
Sheâd have to ask him about it when she brought him breakfast.
Speaking of, when the nymphs started cleaning up the food, she grabbed some extra fruit and blueberry pancakes for Percy. He needed to eat, even if he had slept in. Her inner alpha preened at the idea of providing for her partner.
Sometimes he would âsleep inâ on purpose just so she would bring him food, because it satisfied her providing instincts. He would never admit he did it on purpose, but it almost always happened when she was sad or upset about something, so she figured him out pretty quickly.
When the breakfast bell rang, that meant everyone was free to go.
She picked up the plate sheâd loaded up for Percy and apologized to one of the cloud nymphs for stealing the plate. The nymph nodded with a grumble and made her promise to bring it back by lunchtime. She agreed, and walked off to the cabins instead of the archery class led by Kayla Knowles from the Apollo cabin she was supposed to be attending with the rest of her siblings. But Kayla was her friend- she would understand and not tell anyone of her absence, so it was fine.
She easily blended in with the Hermes and Apollo cabins as they scattered amongst their cabins and other activities. Right after breakfast was one of those cabinâs free periods.
As Athenaâs head counselor, she always made sure that the Athena cabin and the Poseidon cabin shared a free period on the weekdays, so she and Percy could hang out as often as possible.
Most of their activities overlapped, except the times when they taught younger kids, because they always wanted to attend the otherâs lessons, even when they knew everything that was being taught. Percy did sword-fighting and Annabeth did Ancient Greek on Tuesday afternoons, at 2 and 4 pm respectively.
Many people, especially Annabethâs siblings and their mutual friends, would say they were attached at the hip. They didnât care- they were clingy since the Argo II and they knew it.
âPercy!â She called out, knocking on cabin 3âs door. âI brought you breakfast!â
âAnnabethâŠ? Youâre hereâŠ?â He almost whined, which she had never heard Percy do before.
She ignored it, and responded quickly. âYep! I brought you food!â She said proudly. âCan I come in?â
âYes, please.â He begged. Begging sounded quite weird on the savior of Olympus, but she ignored it in favour of feeding her boyfriend.
Annabeth opened the door- probably slower than was absolutely necessary- and a solid wave of pheromones slammed into her. It smelled like wet sand and sea salt, and was much more pronounced than Percyâs normal beta scent.
The sight of her boyfriend- even without the abnormal scent- was a red flag in and of itself.
Percy was laying on his bed in only his boxers, throat bared to the sky with his head thrown back against the pillow. He cradled his stomach in his arms, as if in pain.
His blankets were thrown to the side, some having fallen to the floor at the side of his built-in bed. Every visible inch of his tanned skin was flushed red. Even from several meters away, she could easily tell that he was burning up, and badly. Probably over-heating, which is why he didnât want the blankets.
His wide eyes stared at her, but were also glazed over. He was looking at her, but he clearly wasnât truly seeing her.
âAnnabethâŠâ
âPercy?â She asked. âYouâre sick. Iâll go get Will, he can help-â
âItâll be just a moment, Seaweed brain.â She said, placing the plate of food down on Percyâs nightstand. âPercy, can you try to eat a bit? I got your favorites. Iâll be right back, I promise.â
He pushed the plate away. âAnnabeth! Please!â
âPercy, the Apollo cabin can help, theyâll be able to figure out-â
âNo! Annabeth, please!â
âPercy, I donât know what you want me to do-â
âPlease, alpha!â
He looked just as shocked at his own words as she was.
That was weird beyond just being sick.Â
Percy had never called her âalphaâ before.
Why had that changed just now?
UnlessâŠÂ
Was he�
NoâŠ
No way.
She had presented unusually late, being forced into presentation by holding up the sky for twenty-two hours at fourteen.
Most people presented as alpha or omega before turning twelve- demigods almost always knew what they were before even arriving at camp.
They were almost eighteen- he couldnât be presenting now. He just couldnât be.
Although, she had read some studies that said that- even though a large amount of stress could force a presentation- stress could also slow down or even (temporarily) prevent presentation.
And saving Olympus- and the world- twice in less than two years very well couldâve been enough stress to do so.
But this didnât look quite like any presentation that she had seen, closer to a heat than anything else.
âPercy, are you cramping in your lower stomach?â She asked, doing her best to see if it could be anything else.
âYesâŠ?â
That supported two things: appendicitis, and presentation.
âDo you feel nauseous?"
âNo, but Iâm not hungry. Why?â He said.
Okay, that eliminated the appendicitis from the equation. He would almost certainly be nauseous if that was the case.
He also had significantly calmed down since she had stopped trying to leave, and- importantly- he had called her âalphaâ, like it would make her stay.
âPercy, I think you might be presenting⊠as an omega.â
âWhat? But- but⊠Iâm a beta?â His eyes unglazed, and finally focused on her like they were actually seeing her again.
Betas donât exactly present as betas, they just never present as an omega or alpha.
She thinks she might remember one of her sisters- who was way more into biology than Annabeth had ever been- talking about a common scientific hypothesis that there were no betas, just people who had never presented. She doesnât think her sister ever said why they never presented, but Annabeth knows there must have been evidence that supported the hypothesis if it was so well accepted.
Suddenly, that theory made a whole lot more sense than she had previously thought.
She didnât respond, just stared at him as her brain ran a million miles an hour.
âThis isnât what you said your presentation was like, is it? You said it hurt, but not like- like⊠thisâŠ?â He murmured.
Now that was something she could help with, because she actually knew about that.
When someone presents super late- like after sixteen- they wouldâve missed their first heats or ruts. Possibly even several cycles, depending on how late they presented.
Their body would immediately begin making up for lost time.
âI think youâre in heat too.â She said slowly.
He stared at her. âI canât be. People donât get their heats or ruts until like five years after they present, right?â
âIf you had presented on time, then yeah. But not when youâve presented this late, Percy.â
He tried to sit up, but then he yelped and curled back in on himself.
She rushed forward to help lower him back to the bed. âSeaweed brain, donât hurt yourself.â
âBut thatâs what Iâm best at. Other than getting into trouble, of course.â He grumbled once he was laying down. âCan youâŠ?â He trailed off.
âCan IâŠ?â She asked, trying to figure out what he wanted.
He gestured for her to lay down with him, clearly wanting cuddles, or more.
She nodded. She carefully climbed into bed, making sure not to bump into him and accidently hurt him.
The scent of being so close to an omega in heat- her omega, her brain helpfully supplied- was turning her on, but she decided against saying anything.
Percy shuffled closer to her, his bare chest pressing against her clothed breasts.
He whined, somewhere between pain and desperation.
âPleaseâŠâ He whispered, and she didn't think he even realized he had said anything.
She couldnât smell herself, but she had been told- mostly by Percy- that she smelled like old, well-loved books, permanent markers and citrus. It didnât sound very appealing to her, but judging from the way he shoved his nose into her scent glands and sniffed, he apparently loved it.
âPercy, I think we need to talk about this before we do anything.â
He pulled back from her neck at her words.
âAre you with me?â She asked.
He closed eyes and shook his head. She only laughed at his blatant lie.Â
âPercyâŠâ
âWhat? I help you during your ruts, how is this different?â He mumbled.
âBecause now you can get pregnant."
He whined, apparently enjoying that thought. Okay, he had some level of breeding kink. Noted.
âPercy, a little mix of you and me running around would be adorable, and I know we both want a future together- but we are not in any way old enough to be having that conversation.â
âBut babyâŠâ He whined.
She couldnât tell if he was calling her baby, or if he wanted a baby. Probably both.
âSeaweed brain- I love you, and I will say that a hundred more times if you want me to, but this is a firm no. Youâre not in your right mind at the moment, and I refuse to make that big of a life decision for both of us without thoroughly discussing it first." She said, tracing little circles on his bicep.
He put his bottom lip out and pouted.
âNow whoâs a baby?â She teased.
He blinked sweetly, almost begging her to lose control.
âLook, Percy, either we cuddle this whole heat through, or I go get a pack of condoms.â She said, actively staring at the wet spot on his boxers. He was already so wet, and she hadnât even done anything. âWhich of those sounds more appealing to you?â
His eyes welled with tears at the thought of Annabeth leaving him for even a moment. âDo you have to go?â
âIf you want to be fucked, then yes I have to leave for a minute or two. And before you ask, Iâm not going to fuck you raw.â
He rolled his teary eyes, like she was the one being unreasonable for not wanting him to get pregnant at seventeen.
âIâll be safe?â
âOf course. Everyone knows youâre mine, and they all still think youâre a beta. They wonât dare to come close if they know youâre my omega now.â
âYouâre going to tell everyone?â
âMore like brag about it, but yeah- unless you donât want me to, of course. Are you okay with that?â
He stared up at the rocky ceiling for a minute before speaking. âWe can tell everyone after my heat. No one comes to my cabin anyway, and only our friends will worry if we suddenly disappear. Just⊠tell Will. I trust him enough to keep the secret until my heat is over.â
âPerfect plan. Couldnât have come up with a better one myself.â She praised him, knowing omegas liked that. âI need to go to the infirmary for condoms anyway, and heâs usually there. Iâll tell Will and he can tell Malcom why he needs to be head-councellor for a few days. Hopefully I can rope Will or someone into bringing us food every day.â
âHow long will you be⊠gone?â He said the last word like it pained him.
âJust a few minutes. I promise, no one will hurt you, omega.â She purred, rolling the word off her tongue teasingly.
He bit his lip like he was scared, and nodded. âOkay.â
She got up from the bed.
âWhile Iâm getting ready-â She said, purposely avoiding the word âgoneâ, â-if you can, eat those apple slices. If you canât, then I want you to make a nest using all the blankets you can find in there.â She pointed to the plate on the nightstand and the linen closet by the door. âI donât want you to be hungry or uncomfortable while I fuck your brains out.â
Hopefully those options- and that promise- would distract him enough that he would still be coherent when she got back.
She gave him the most reassuring smile she could muster.
He reached for the plate as she closed the door behind her.
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He still couldnât believe that he was an omega.
Of course, âstillâ might be exaggerating it- he had only known for maybe ten minutes, it was probably pretty normal to be in shock less than an hour after presenting this late into his life.
And in heat at that.
That morning, he thought heâd just been sick, so he stayed in bed, knowing Annabeth would bring him breakfast.
Now he was staring at that breakfast and waiting for the alpha to come back and- in her words, fuck his brains out- which sounded awesome. He could hardly wait for her to be ready.
Alpha gave him two options, 1. eat the apple slices or 2. make a nest.
The apple slices would go brown and not be very good after a few hours, which he knew was why she wanted them to get eaten first, but they just smelled awful.
Nothing like alpha, his brain oh-so helpfully supplied.
Thanks brain, he replied sarcastically.
He sighed and ended up pushing the plate away again.
His lower abdomen cramped at the mere thought of eating, but he knew it wasnât his stomach. A whole new organ had just finished growing inside of him, and was alerting him to its presence by cramping.
He slowly got up, and waddled over to the linen closet. The door swung open gently but it still managed to whack him in the forehead. He was more out of it than he thought if a slow moving door could hit him like that.
Percy pulled out a pile of ocean-themed blankets that his arms could barely hold up, and brought them back to his bed.
They smelled of the citrus laundry detergent.
Like alpha, his brain insisted.
He piled them onto his bed and immediately began moving each of them around into the shape of a nest.
After a few minutes of rearranging, he decided he needed more blankets.
He shuffled over to the closet again, painfully aware of the wetness between his legs. Was this what every heat was like, or was this one just dramatic because heâd missed a few?
Once he finished making the nest, he climbed into it and tried to eat the apple slices again.
They still smelled weird, but even so, he tried shoving one in his mouth. Nope, not gonna happen. They tasted even worse than they smelled.
He managed to eat a few blueberries, and that was probably only because they were blue that he could stomach them.
Unconsciously, he rubbed his thighs together, desperate for his alphaâs return.Â
When the door finally opened and a golden head of hair popped in, he nearly cried of relief.
âAlphaâŠâ He begged. âPleaseâŠâ
âOh, Percy, Iâm here. You made a beautiful nest.â
He quite literally purred when she said that, something that betas definitely couldnât do. Betas also didnât usually get excited when someone told them their nest was pretty- they didnât typically make nests either.
He really couldnât believe that he was an omega now, but he definitely was one- no denying that anymore.
She put down a box of condoms and took off her orange camp half-blood shirt. He took it from her hands and added it to his nest, because it smelled like his alpha.
She laughed at him and took off her jeans and handed them to him. He added them too, but tucked them under another blanket because the jeanâs texture was bad against his sweaty skin.
He made grabby hands like a child, so she let him unbutton her bra and pull it off. She posed and showed off her muscles, which made him blush even though he had just taken off her bra.
âCan I come into your nest, omega?â She asked, leaning down to his level, hands on her knees. Her breasts and golden hair fell over the side of the nest. He nodded, shyly covering his face.
âI need words, omega.â Oh, she was going to make him say it? Out loud?
âPlease. Please come in here and fuck me, alpha.â
She smiled and crawled in, taking care to not knock over the wall of the nest.
âCan I take these off?â She asked, pointing to his boxers.
âPlease do.â
She slowly pulled his boxers down, and a string of slick followed the underwear as they were pulled away. A bit of the slick came back, water tension no doubt, and was ice cold from being surrounded by air. He did not like the sudden- albeit small- temperature change to his privates. He made a face, and Annabeth froze. âIs everything okay?â
âYes. Iâm great. Just⊠weird. Never been wet down there before lube.â
She got the hint and grabbed the lube from one of his drawers that lined the stone wall.
âHere. Can IâŠ?â
âYes. Please. But I wanna take off your boxers first.â
âOf course.â
He pulled hers down, and her dick sprung forth, already half hard.
âAm I really that attractive? We havenât even done anything yet, Wise girl.â
âObviously you are, only a Seaweed brain could doubt themselves when they have an already naked alpha sitting right in front of them.â
He grabbed her dick and rubbed it, flicking the tip. She inhaled sharply in response.
âDonât tease me! Evil omegaâŠâ
He just laughed at her. He leaned forward and nibbled her neck, and this time she properly gasped, not just a sharp inhale. After a few licks and nibbles at her scent gland, he pulled back.
She rolled her eyes, and they began making out, teeth bumping against each other every so often. Her mouth tasted like fruit, chocolate chip pancakes and orange juice. In other words, delectable.
Her finger circled his nipple, and the other hand crept down to his crotch, dragging against his skin as it moved.
She poured lube onto two of her fingers, and pushed him backwards with her other hand, breaking their kiss. His legs spread on autopilot, his instincts excited for what would come next.
His hole twitched and fluttered, awaiting her lubed fingers. She circled it, far too slowly for his tastes. He wiggled his hips, non-verbally signalling that she was not, in any way, going fast enough for him.
Yet again, she only laughed at him. Then she pressed into his core with two of her fingers.
She shuffled up the bed and kissed him, shoving her tongue deeper down his throat every time he gasped when she scissored him. How was her tongue even that long?
One of her fingers bumped against something- something that made him go limp under her.
She pulled away from their kiss, while still massaging his special spot. âMhm, looks like I found it.â
He mumbled something incoherent in response.
She pressed a third finger in, which- despite having no lube on it- slid in just as easily as the other two had. âI wonder how neither of us knew you were an omega before this. Youâre so wet for me, itâs like you were made to be an omega by the fates themselves.â
He only ran his fingers through her golden hair, wondering how an alpha so beautiful and perfect loved him so much. After the third finger could move about easily, she slid in a fourth- which made his eyes roll back.
She scissored him for another few minutes, until his hole was loose and pliant.
Then she pulled out.
He whined at the loss of stimulation, but she quickly stroked her dick to its full height and snatched one of the foil packets in the box that had been left on his nightstand. She proceeded to tear it open with her teeth and roll the condom down her dick while making direct eye contact with him.
âOh my gods, how did you even do that without looking?â
âPlease donât bring our parents into this.â
âYou didnât answer me.â
She smiled. Instead of answering, she pulled him into a kiss and lined up her large dick with his hole. She never was going to answer that question, was she?
Then, she pushed in, in one long movement. They both moaned in unison, him because of the stretch, her because of the wet hole her member was sinking into.
She stayed still for a moment, her dick soaking in a combination of lube and slick. âCan I move? Iâm not hurting you?â
âNo, youâre not hurting me, Iâm doing great. Or I will be, once you start moving.â He breathed.
He felt her lips turn upwards into a grin around his mouth as they kissed. Then, she pulled back from their kiss and began moving. First she rolled her hips, then she began thrusting, hard and fast. Sheâs unrelenting, shoving him down into the mattress with her ferocity. Thereâs a horribly obscene loud smacking noise when their hips meet- but in that moment, Percy didnât care if the whole camp could hear them.
âYou feel so good around me, darling. Someday, Iâll fuck you raw. Give us perfect little pups.â She promised.
He let out a shuddering gasp at the thought, an image of a small blonde boy with his sea-glass eyes, and an older girl with curly black hair and storm-gray eyes.
âOh, you like that, huh? Well, I wanna know how itâd feel to flood you with my cum, to breed you just right.â
âCloseâŠâ He murmured, in lieu of a response to her obvious bait.
She smiled, like she had known thatâs how she could get him. Then she went faster, her knot finally swelling enough to catch on his rim.
When he came, he cried out, desperate even though heâd only just gotten what he wanted. His cry was easily loud enough for the cabin next door to hear, he was just lucky the Ares cabin had wrestling lessons right after breakfast today.
She came into the condom only seconds after he did, her knot popping inside with her last, deep thrust and locking them together for the next half-hour.
He promptly fell asleep, even if only for a few minutes.
âHey sleepy head. You up?â
âI wouldnât call laying down being âupâ, but Iâm awake now.â He said with a yawn.
âSame difference.â She replied easily. âHowâre you feeling?â
âTired.â
âOther than that?â
âHappy. Doinâ better than I was at first when I presented.â He grumbled sleepily, his words slurring from sleep.
âThatâs good! Are you still cramping?â
âNot really. That stopped once you were inside me.â
âWill you start cramping again when I pull out?â
âI dunno, Iâm not exactly an expert on this. Didnât you ask Will about this while you were out?â
âNo- but that probably wouldâve been smart.â
âThatâs okay. Do you know how long the first heat lasts?â
âNo clue. But most heats last two to four days, and I donât think it would be much different for the first one.â
âWe can handle that.â
âYeah, I think we can.â
Percyâs heat ended up breaking five days later, and they almost ran out of condoms during that time. Annabeth refused to leave cabin 3 during his heat, and would growl at anyone who came to check on them.
Will and Nico brought them breakfast and dinner every day, and managed to get away without being growled at all that much.
THETIS!!!
requested by @gwensparlour . Thank you <3
my kofi requests are open uwu
notes:
I hadn't really given Thetis a proper try before, and I had certain things in mind that I wasn't in the right mindset to implement today, and I think this is definitely a design I would like to rework. For one I wanted her abdomen area to be transparent like a deep sea creature but I couldn't make it look right. I did a ton of messing around with the colors and I got frustrated but at least I think this looks okay, even if it's not what I wanted. I knew I wanted her hair to be kinda jellyfish / kinda minoan octopus-ish. And the jewelry Hephaestus made. Please also imagine Peleus is shorter than her, his head is around her shoulder at most. Also she has gills of course, which she passed down to achilles (though his are less functional and cannot be used for full breathing, and are also less visible) along with her face. The rest of him is all Peleus. Yes her spots are bioluminescent and also pulsate a little. The cloth materialises only when she isn't submerged in water.
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