i’m better off imagining my own scenarios and fan fiction as i go to sleep as opposed to searching for a fic i like and meets the ridiculous tags i want to see 💔
Word count: 2.4k
Pairings: Luke Castellan x Dionysus!reader.
Summary: Having a kid right now would be very bad. But maybe in the future! Though the future seems more nearer then expected when Luke figures out Dionysus isn’t only the god of wine….
Warnings: Mdni, all characters are aged up. Fem!reader. Breeding kink. Dirty talk. Piv. No condom. Missionary. Daddy issues. Established relationship. Also I took a little lore from the lost hero series so it’s a little inaccurate.
“Can we talk?” Is not something you want to hear from the lips of camps very attractive pretty boy.
You like talking, Luke likes talking. Especially to you. But his voice didn’t sound like it was the casual ‘let’s pick an argument just because I think it’s amusing to watch you get upset for no reason.’
You agreed because Luke is good at communicating. It’s one of his skills that make him so green flag worthy, something for the Aphrodite girls to swoon over.
But for some reason this time your heart is skipping Beats. And not in the ‘im so I love with you’ way they talk about in movies. No this is scary. Your hearts skipped beats because it feels a little like having a panic attack.
For a moment you think this is it. Luke is finally going to go after someone new, someone who doesn’t pick fun at his ‘bad’ sword fighting skills even though everyone knows he’s the best at camp. You do it just to annoy him.
But then Luke takes your hand. And leads you into the trail in the woods. The trail that was specifically designed for walking on, magic forced the harpy’s away. They won’t attack if you’re walking on the trail, but if you fall off it’s a different story.
Luke is acting too sweet to be breaking up with you, unless that was to soften the blow somehow. He’s rubbing your knuckles and helping you over big roots. But you try and catch his eyes and he’s somewhere else in that bewitching head of his.
Even if Luke isn’t breaking up with you, there’s something he wants to talk about which is scary enough.
“Are you upset at me?” About five minutes ago Luke finally let go of your hand. You know it’s because it was getting all sweaty in his palm but it still hurt.
“Upset?” Luke looks up, more confused than someone breaking up would look like.
“Yeah. I just— you haven’t said anything in a little while.”
Luke hums, he’s grabbing your hand again as you walk through the trail. Even if his hand is sweaty. It’s like he can’t stay away. The trees above twine together, its shady and rays of sun peek through. It feels magical, and maybe whatever Luke has to talk to you about will be less upsetting with the scenery.
“Sorry. I want to talk to you about something but I—.” He sighs, jaw tightening, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know how to say it.”
This time you nod. It’s hard. Talking. Some people rush into it and say the wrong things too fast. Others wait too long and never say they’re peace. You understand the feeling of the words being right on your tongue yet not knowing enough to let them out.
“I’ll wait.” Forever if I have too.
“How much do you really know about your dad?” Luke starts. It must be a big weight off his chest because he’s finally looking at you again.
You understand why Luke is asking, though you thought you were over this. Most kids are jealous that your father resonates here at camp. And he can’t leave, not until those hundred years are up.
But the truth of the matter is, it’s no different. Sure there will be times when Dionysus will be telling a story at night with the s’mores. And a pride will bloom in your chest while you think “that’s my dad.”
Compared to all the other gods you can see, hear, and actually touch him if you wanted. But just as fast as that thought comes it leaves.
Would Dionysus stay if he wasn’t shackled to camp? Why doesn’t he spend more time with you or your siblings?
He’s just another god like any other. No better or worse.
“Probably know as much as you, why?”
Luke shrugs, but you can tell the words are festering in the back of his throat again.
“What do you get by him being your father? Like Dakota drinks copious amounts of Kool-Aid and Castor can control madness. What about you?”
You think for a moment, you could control vines just like all your other siblings if you tried hard enough. But other than that you live a pretty normal life. It works like that.
“I don’t know.” And I’m scared to find out was on the tip of your tongue.
Luke nodded, he saw the underlying message in your eyes and scooted to a different topic. Surprisingly with Luke you didn’t focus on the heat on your back or the noises of the harpies in the trees.
“Did you know Dionysus was the god of fertility?”
You almost want to laugh. It’s sounded like his words had weight. Like that was the question he’s been holding in for so long. Something so simple.
“Yeah.” You smile at his surprised look. “He hooked up with Aphrodite one time. They had like the real minor fertility god but I mean— Dionysius still contributed to the cause. Why do you think he had my twin siblings?”
Luke thinks over it, shakes his head while scoffing out a laugh. Almost shy.
“Do you—“ He laughs again and now you’re stopping in your tracks to look at him properly. There was no one else coming on the trail. “Do you think… you’re like… extra fertile?”
You blink, you have half a mind to slap him and another have to bring him in for a kiss.
“Luke.” You scoff, trying to scold him but your smiles too big to be annoyed. “You such a boy.”
“I’m sorry!” Luke’s apologizing even though he doesn’t have to. You feel too giggly to be mad at him. “But I mean— you gotta have like an extra power right? You don’t feel like, extra needy sometimes.”
You straighten just a little bit. Yeah there’s that feeling that washes over you at night. Or the aching in your stomach when you watch one of half-bloods youngest campers no older then three do her own little training.
It’s like— baby overload fever. All times of the month. But you’ve never admitted that to anyone, and you’re not going to start now with your boyfriend Luke.
“Only for you.”
“You’re flirting.”
You walk back into a stride, Luke taking your hand and squeezing it twice in apology.
“Is it working?” You tease.
“Yeah.” Luke speaks more serious than you were expecting. “I mean we were just talking about your fertility, yeah it’s working.”
You bite back a smile. Having half a mind to bounce on his bones but this is a public trail.
“Do you think about kids?”
Luke says it much quieter than before. Like there’s a soft longing in his voice.
“Only with you.”
“I’m serious.” Luke whines.
“Me too.”
And it was true. Before Luke, the thought of a baby might have passed by you once or twice. But now when thinking about it you can see Luke’s face in your dreams. See him holding your newborn baby and cradling it to sleep. Or Luke crouching down to try and help your toddler walk.
Is thinking about investing in playing swords too soon?
“Do… do you think about kids?” You ask hesitantly.
“Only with you.” Luke sends back the same answer. No hesitation. It shouldn’t make you smile that big. But it does. “Maybe we should like…. Test that theory out.”
You shake your head. The trail coming to an end and you can hear the voices of screaming kids come closer.
“What theory? That I’m more fertile than usual?”
“Yeah.” Luke nods. You want to bite him. Out of pain or pleasure you haven’t decided yet.
“Luke…. We can’t have a baby.”
And Luke out of all people knows this. With his big plans in life, and the way his own mother treated him. But he still asks.
“Why not?”
We’re not married. No house to ourselves. The world out there is unsafe for regular children let alone demigods.
Even with all those reasons. Your mind still screams but it’s worth it.
gods maybe you are more fertile then usual.
“Goodbye Luke.”
You break away with a kiss, dinner is in two hours and you have more camp duty’s to attend too.
“Hey—“
Luke grabs your wrist. Pulling you back into him. It was easy when you didn’t actually want to leave him. “One more?”
You kiss his lips once more, and it tastes like love and future bad decisions.
“Fuck— Luke.”
Your chest heaves, rough in and outtake of breath while the headboard bangs against the wall.
Ten minutes. You have ten minutes of mindless, pleasurable sex with Luke in the Dionysus cabin, provided by your dad.
Technically he supplies the bed, the roofing. And the story telling at s’mores tonight at which he goes catching the attention of all the campers.
But also curse him. Curse him for your now beyond curiosity about fertility and baby’s. You kinda hope Dionysus gets this feeling, this slight off feeling while sleeping tonight while you disrespect him by sleeping with a Hermes kid.
And fuck if Luke isn’t good at it too.
“S’that good?” His thumb rubs over your clit, perfect speed, perfect pressure. “Hm? You like that?”
“Y…yes i—“
“Oh… gods.”
Lukes hair tickles your cheek as he rests his forehead in your neck, breathing you in. “Your pussy is just…. Sucking me in.”
You try and nod along with him, not really focusing on his praise just his voice. Hands grasping at his back muscles, needing something to hold onto.
“How is this pussy so good.”
Genuinely, Luke’s asking. Because why does it feel like years he’s gone without his dick being submerged around your glossy velvet walls when it was just last week he was doing this same thing. And it felt just as good then.
Sticky, icky wet noises bounce off the walls. You’re glad that every camper is far way from there cabins right now, because even if they weren’t it would’ve been hard to break you two apart at the moment.
A coil starts to form in your stomach, deep and strong, almost like wine. Curse your father again— but it’s true. You genuinely feel like you’re about to spill and stain something.
“Luke m’gonna…”
“Gonna cum?” Luke helpfully prompts. Kissing down the collar of your neck.
“Cum with me?” He asks so sweetly. It would be hard to say no. Especially to that drooly bottom lip and begging brown eyes.
“gods— you are so fuckin’ warm. Where can I cum? Can I cum inside?”
It’s a bad idea. You just talked about how it would be a bad idea. But right now in the bed and confides of the walls it suddenly doesn’t feel like the worst idea.
In fact. Even with his cock pushing in and out of your tight hole. It doesn’t feel like enough. Suddenly you’re more empty than a barrel of water on a hot summer day.
You have the need to be filled. The comfort of a weight inside of you, and you need it now. Provided by Luke.
“Yes— please.”
“Please?” Luke mocks just slightly, it edges you on. “You want a baby that bad?”
He pouts. And that’s how you feel. Nodding, there’s desperation in both your eyes.
“You just need this pussy to be filled right? With my baby. You want me to breed you?”
“Yes! Luke… please.”
You’re so close. Could almost taste that sweet release and all the simulation coming together.
“I’ll breed you baby. We can have kids. However many you want- oh fuck. And I’ll fill you up again, and again. And again—“
Your cunt pulses once, and after that it’s rapid fire as the orgasm crashes over you. Pleasure all the way down to your toes crawling over your body.
Luke’s jaw tenses as he cums, harsh breathing and soft groaning. warmth fills your insides while he gives the last few thrusts. Still twitching as he softens.
Dripping all his seed inside of something that’s so achy and ready.
Luke’s forehead knocks with yours, sweaty and hot. Kissing your lips while trying to catch air. It’s cliché but this is one of your favorite parts. The aftermath where you talk and Luke cleans you up before heading to his own cabin for the night.
“I know… I’m supposed to be like… sorry?” Luke starts. He’s already smiling. “Because we just talked about how bad an idea it would be to cum inside.”
You nod. So much for that plan.
“But fuck. That felt too good to ever give back.”
Luke pulls his dick out to lay down beside you. The warmth and sticky ness of your insides feels like it’s working magic, which you hope isn’t true. You can’t have kids. But on the off chance that you did it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
“I got it, don’t move.” Luke moves to the bathroom, gets a towel and softly cleans up between your legs. Some part of you wants to tell him to stop, to let the sperm settle just to see if something will happen. But that’s the irrational part of you.
“Are you upset with me?” Luke repeats your words from earlier in the day. It seems silly now to think Luke would even want to break up with you after this.
“For cumming inside? No, I told you too.”
Luke hums. He throws the towel in the hamper and swiftly finds his boxers and pants to put on. You’d love for him to stay with you longer, until you fall asleep. But if your siblings find you here in this position, it’d be almost as bad as Dionysus’s withdrawals symptoms.
“Hey.” Luke brushes hair out of your face. Kissing your lips softly. Breathlessly. So unfair that he steals all your air. You wonder if you have the same trick on him to play. (You do).
“Someday?” One word. Yet it held so much meaning.
Someday you will have children. Someday Luke will be the father and you will be the mother. Someday you will be free to figure out how much this fertility power actually works.
But someday is not today.
“Someday.” You echo and let the feeling of Luke’s lips linger on your cheek.
Maybe not so surprisingly tomorrow brings a soreness between your legs and a giddy Luke. He snagged a plan b for you and watched you swallow the pill while you asked where he even found one. Because you’re pretty sure they don’t have those in the camp’s general store.
“I have ways.” Luke mumbles while pressing a kiss to your forehead.
All while Mister D gives you both a hard glare from the other side of the room.
read part one first!! this one is a little rough because its kind of like the build up or whatever. the next part will probably come in full writing form (if anyone wants it). thank you for the request! (i already made this before i clicked answer so im sorry if you don’t see it straight away)
description: your bsf luke feeds you a blood orange, and things get... complicated.
includes: sucking on fingers, sexual tension.
wc: 611, (blurb)
now playing - damned by miguel (instrumental)
The sun was too bright for how quiet camp felt. Your best friend stood in front of the counter, a blood orange resting in his hands. He peeled it slowly, deliberately. The peel coming away in long, curling strips, as the scent hit the air immediately, sharp and sweet.
You stood across from him on the opposite side, forearms leaning on the counter, staring. Luke noticed, of course he did. “You’re watching me peel an orange,” he said, not looking up. “I’m bored.” you replied, which was a lie and both of you knew it. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Sure.”
He kept going, thumb pressing into the fruit just enough to split it open. Juice welled immediately, bright and excessive, running over his fingers before he could control it. It dripped, slowly, from his long knuckles to his wrist, then down his veiny forearms. He didn’t wipe it off.
Luke leaned forward slightly, blood orange half exposed, glistening in the sun with how wet it looked. Another drop slid down his hand, lazily catching on a line down his vein. “You like this?” he asked casually. Your throat tightened, but you pushed the feeling down. “Like what?”
“This.” He lifted his hand slightly, juice still clinging to his skin, shining. “Watching me make a mess.” That should’ve sounded stupid. Instead you just felt something warm up in your lower belly.
You stepped closer without meaning to. Luke’s gaze flicked up to you fully now, the smirk fading into something quieter, something more focused. He broke off a piece and brought it to his mouth, slow enough that you got squirmish under his gaze. Juice caught at the corner of his thumb. But he didn’t lick it off right away.
Instead, he held your gaze while it lingered there. “Want some?” he asked. You hesitated just long enough to feel nervous, then you nodded. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t hand it to you right away. Instead Luke shifted forward slightly, closing the distance, holding the orange between you, bringing it to your mouth. “Open.” He said. He watched you as your breath caught.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second. Then back up, smirking, you obliged, leaning forward, opening your mouth. The piece touched your lower lip first, sweet, sticky, before he pressed it gently into your mouth, on top of your tongue. You closed your lips around his fingers and the piece of the orange, tasting the sweet juice, while citrus burst bright and sharp on your tongue. Gently sucking the piece of orange and the tips of his fingers. Luke’s breath caught, the smug smirk before now replaced with something tense.
Your tongue lapped the tips of his fingers so gently and carefully, he didn't know if he dreamed it or not. The brief contact barely lasted a moment though, because before he could make sense of it, you pulled back fully chewing onto the piece. Taking a step back, creating distance between you and your best friend. Luke watched you swallow. His breathing was heavy. “Good?” he asked quietly. “Yeah.” you said, but it came out softer than you meant it to.
Suddenly, Luke swiped his thumb against the corner of your lip, catching the escaping juice. “Messy,” he murmured, but his voice had gone rough, strained around the edges. You offered a soft smile, heart still beating out of your chest. Luke cleared his throat. “I should probably go take a shower before I have to settle down Cabin 11. My hair and all you know.”
“Yeah.” you said. “Go ahead, I’ll see you at the bonfire later.” He slowly nodded. Giving you a light kiss on the side of your head while he walked out of the cafeteria. And as Luke walked to the showers he knew he wasn't going to go wash his damn hair.
a/n: riddle me this … i love u . i hope u guys like this !! Ive always wanted to try and make a smau because i enjoy them so much !! this was so hard oh my god . im never doing this shit again . everyone say thank you emmy for asking me to make this :3 please lmk what u guys think :D okay bye bye !!
tags/warnings: maybe ooc characters, implied sex by like all of them, jealous xavier as usual, raf threatens to blow his shit smooove off, sylus is overly freaked out, caleb is a stalker what’s new, valko is just as brainrotted as us because i said so !
How would be book!Luke Castellan in a relationship?
tw: toxic relationship, cheating, verbal, physical and psychological violence, manipulation. please scroll if You don't feel comfortable with these types of themes and do not romanticize these behaviors
a/n: i haven't read the last two books of pjo so i asked a friend of mine to help me with these. Ty corazona de dulce de leche.
— Luke Castellan never was the 'touch her and you are dead' type or overall the cliché villain with a soft spot for the good hearted main character with a savior complex who could fix him with the true love's kiss like in fairytales.
— His 'love' came with self-destruction, resentment, hatred and it was just SO messy that blurred the line between devotion and obsession. Loving him was not safe, he was broken beyond repair. He could love you and still drag you down with him to the tartarus itself.
— He was painfully attractive. You weren't dumb and neither was he. You noticed girls joined because of his looks. How they giggled and blushed at the sight of his smile or his flirty comments, he didn't care about bringing up the fact you were his partner. But it never was because he was a womanizer looking for such things like pleasure, he needed people for his army. He would do anything on his willpower to do so even if you didn't agree with him.
— The end justy the means. He didn't think of himself as the enemy. He was genuinely looking to dismantle the system gods set up that neglected demigods children since centuries ago. The system that costed thousands of lives, could cost yours too and he couldn't allow it. What he called protection slowly became isolation, then control. Without realizing it, he stopped asking what you wanted and started deciding what was "best" for you. He loves you but Luke thinks he knows better than you.
— Every argument became another reminder that he always needed to have the last word, the final say, the control. There came a point where even you realized his temper had crossed a line that couldn't be explained away, forgiven, or blamed on the war. He never hit you, not directly at least. He could never bring himself to do so but he throws whatever happened to be within reach just inches near of where you stand.
And the second he sees you tremble or cry. He feels guilty.
“I'm so sorry, darling...” He would say over and over as he pulls you into his arms (if you allow him so) and kisses your temple, your face and hands desperately. “I didn't mean to.” and he didn't but he did so anyways, and it repeated itself on an non ending cycle that consummed you both painfully slowly like a flame burning into your skin.
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