thinking about annabeth trailing in after percy and seeing sally laying in the hospital bed, paul sat on the edge next to her, running his hands through her hair, with a little bassinet in front of him. her watching percy go up and kiss his mom on the cheek and making sure shes okay before his gaze immediately flicks to the bassinet. annabeth greeting sally quietly and making sure shes alright as she subtly watches percy shuffle around the bed toward the bassinet. he stares down at his little sister, newly born, and is just. so. soft.
paul helps him lift her from the bassinet and places her tiny body in percy’s arms and he’s just staring at her, wide-eyed and adoring and annabeth knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that no harm will ever befall that little girl otherwise percy will ravage everything and everyone that dared harm her. percy cradles her, his body slightly swaying, and he whispers softly to her, greeting her and introducing himself and annabeth is falling more and more in love which she didn’t think was possible at this point.
they had talked briefly before about the idea of having children but both agreed that not only was it a long way off but they also shared similar fears of the kind of parents they’d be, but staring at percy now, holding a tiny baby in his arms, his touch feather light as if she was a delicate, fragile thing that would shatter if he even spoke too loud, annabeth knows. she knows just the kind of father he’d be and gods does she want that. she can see it now, herself laying in the hospital bed, percy sitting on the edge and holding their child, his voice thin and shaky as he carries not just their child but the weight of his love and pride for his wife and family they’re creating. annabeth has never wanted anything more.
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Valeria x Reader - Mommy Knows Best
Pairing(s): Valeria x Reader (NSFW)
Warnings: Mommy kink, initial reluctance but with enthusiastic consent, reader with female anatomy
Wordcount: 0.8k
Summary: Valeria knows the abilities of your body better than you do, and she's going to prove it.
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A/N: I’m fuckin’ crook AND menstruating so productivity has not been high! However, the itch to write + excessive horniness has resulted in a very short Valeria x reader fic. The rep!reader series is still in the works, she’ll be back in business when my immune system gets its shit together!! Thank you so much for all your asks and messages, the requests have been brilliant!
This was inspired by @iciclesses's ghoap x reader noncon drabble, please go check it out if that's your thing :)
Full fic is under the cut <3
Whores, booze and coke is no longer how Valeria prefers to spend her evening. The pages of her discarded book flutter next to her, falling open to a random section. Her attention has been captured by her most prised activity: you.
Your weight is comfortable across her lap. She has you facing away from her, behind on display for her to ogle, pelvis to pelvis as you frot against her with needy moans and gasps. Her hands knead at the flesh of your ass, squeezing hard enough that the skin discolours before releasing some force and watching the blood rush back in. The sensation exaggerates the way your hips twitch and slide, grinding against the mound of her pussy.
“So fuckin’ good like this baby,” she groans, reddening an ass cheek with a playful slap that stutters your grinding, and Valeria takes the opportunity to tease you more. Pushing you ever-so-slightly forward, her breath catches in her throat as slick grasps at your retreating pussy, sticky trails of need connecting to her own lips. They break as she runs her thumb across your pussy lips, watching your hole grip and twitch at the teasing sensation.
Your ass jiggles as you push against her digit, desperately adjusting the angle of your hips to fill the aching emptiness in you, but Valeria denies the opportunity and pulls her hand away. “Without asking, mi pequeño coño?”*
*”my little cunt”
The frustrated whine that you emit sends jolts straight to her groin, and she pulls you back down against her, feeling the heat of your pussy flush against hers. Bucking her hips up, she tears another whine from you as your clits roughly collide.
“I can’t cum, please – please, I can’t!” You whimper, hands gripping around her knees. The effort of grinding for what Valeria guesses must be at least a couple of hours as almost ruined you. Valeria can feel the way your fingers flex and release without even seeing them, loosely synchronising with the clenching of your pretty little hole, teasing Valeria between each swing of your hips.
She laughs mercilessly, the desperation in your tone fuelling the warmth burning in her stomach. “I told you that you can. That you will.”
Arousal soaks her pubic hair as you rub against the bristles, her hands guiding your movements to speed up the pace. Despite your complaints, the slick sounds become wetter and wetter, filling the room along with each noise Valeria drags from you. Tilting her pelvis earns a breathless yelp from you, readjusting to catch your clit against every inch of her folds. The need inside her grows, winding tighter and tighter as each second of contact sends her spinning, sparks flying every time your clit drags against her own.
Valeria isn’t alone in the way she rushes to her peak – the modification in angle has your nails digging deliciously into her thighs, hips jerking in a painful oversensitivity as your sore pussy works you closer and closer. She can’t tell if you’re trying to get closer or pull away from the sensations, but whichever is irrelevant to her, strong hands anchoring your figure to hers.
Running a hand up your spine, her palm rests between the blades of your shoulders, feeling them shake as you sob, pushing down harder with each drag of your hips. “Please, please!”
Another warmth – satisfaction, accomplishment – fills Valeria’s chest at your admission, so soon after your whining and complaining. “Change your mind, hm? Tell Mommy she was right.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You choke out, gasping for air to form words through the exertion, each jolt sapping more and more thought from you. “Mommy please, you were right, Mommy was right!”
Your pleading is high-pitched and whiney, punctuated with each jolt of your movement, and the way her title falls from your lips thrusts her over the edge. Her legs tense underneath you, pushing up against you with one last thrust along your clit, the tight string snapping as she’s flooded with a wave of relief. The sensation is your own downfall, and Valeria watches through her haze as your own orgasm wracks through your body, thighs trembling on either side of her.
By the time Valeria is catching her breath, you’re hunched over in her lap, pussy glistening in the warm light as your torso heaves for air. The sight stirs a weak desire in her loins, temptation gathering that she shelves for when you’re less overstimulated.
Working her loose limbs into cooperation and propping herself up against the pillows, she wraps a fist in your hair, tugging you down to the sheets next to her. You give her a yelp, looking at her with big, watery eyes that she kisses the edges of, tasting the salt of your drying tears against your skin. Detangling her fingers from your hair, she brings them to your scalp, her painted nails dragging in soothing little motions as you mumble gratitude into her chest.
“See? Just gotta listen to Mommy.”
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