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crumblekitten · 18 days ago

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smoke sessions

Warnings: fluff, kissing, smoking, sexual references, corny teenagers

Luke castellan x Dionysus!fem!reader

word count: 2k

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It was already late at night when you heard a gentle knock on the window next to your bed. Luke was standing there with a smile, mouthing, “hey, let me in!”

He knew there’d be punishments awaiting for him if Mr. D were to ever find out that he escaped Cabin Eleven just to crawl into yours. But how could he deny a chance to be with his love? it takes you about a minute to open the window Luke climbs through and quietly closes the window as soon as he’s inside. He slowly walks towards the bed and chuckles while taking a look around the cabin.

“Y’know, I still think it’s unfair that the children of Dionysus are the ones with their own rooms in their cabin. I mean, I have to share mine with a butt-load of half siblings…” he mumbled in a slightly sarcastic tone as he made it to your bed. “Well my dad is camp director and never has more then about 4 kids at any given time” Luke laid down on the bed, resting his head on your lap and looking up at you with a smile. He put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. “I mean, I guess you’re right.” He chuckled before looking back up at you.

“So, what’re you doing up so late?” Luke questions You pull out a box from under your bed, it’s covered in stickers Luke raises a curious eyebrow at the box that you pulled from under the bed after seeing all of the colorful stickers on it. He sits up and looks at you, a slight look of curiosity on his face as he asks.

“What’s in the box?” “All the shit I need to hide from my dad or siblings” Luke chuckles in amusement and raises an eyebrow at you, looking at the box in your hands with curiosity, before giving you a cheeky smile.

“Oh, really? And what’s in there that your siblings and daddy dearest can’t see?” You open the box and there’s a few condoms, weed and lighters “that” Luke’s eyes widened a bit looking at the box, a small smirk formed on his face at the contents within it. He chuckled and looked back up at you, a cheeky expression on his face.

“Oh ho! I can see why you have to hide all of that from your family, especially your dad. He’d rip me apart if he knew that I’d done anything with you…” Luke reaches into the box and jokingly took one of the condoms and held it up between his fingers, looking at it and chuckling.

“You certainly came prepared, didn’t you?” “With you I never can be too careful” Luke couldn’t hold back a small laugh at the response. He tossed the condom he was holding back into the box. “True, I mean I always bring the ‘necessities’ when sneaking out here in the middle of the night just to see a certain pretty girl.” “And what would those be?” Luke looked up at you, his face still holding his cheeky smile. He leaned a bit closer to you as he replied. “Why, I bring myself, obviously!”

He chuckled before shaking his head in amusement. “But I guess I also bring these things…” he said as he pulled a bag out of the pocket in his sweatpants and places it on the bed. The small bag is filled with the typical ‘necessities’ of a person who sneaks out. Things like snacks, cigarettes, a lighter, some cash and a small flask of some other liquid. “Lube? Seriously?” Luke’s cheeks turn a shade of red as you mention that particular item, causing him to let out a small chuckle of embarrassment before speaking. “I- well, what? Gotta be prepared for anything, don’t I?” “Fucken idiot” you flick his forehead Luke lets out a small cry and scowls at you before rubbing his forehead, an irritated look on his face. “Ow! Hey! Watch it, woman! I’m just being responsible!” “Woman? Adress me with respect you peasant”

Luke rolls his eyes in response to that snarky comment and laughs a little. “Ok, smartass. It’s not my fault that you’re so… so…” Luke can’t think of a come back, so he just sticks his tongue out at you in a snarky way. You laugh Luke hears you laugh, and even though he’s a bit annoyed with your comment, he can’t help but smile a little at your laugh. He playfully pushes you away from him. “Yeah, laugh it out, princess.”

“You really couldn’t think of a comeback huh?” Luke playfully rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, looking at you with a feigned irritated expression. He mumbles in a half sarcastic way. “No, I couldn’t. You just… you’re so annoying… it’s exhausting!” You give him a kiss on the forehead where you had flicked him “better?” Luke’s face blushes a soft shade of pink as your lips touch his head. He looks at you with a slight smile, his irritation lessening. “Yeah, I feel better now, I’ll give you that, but I’ll still have to remind you not to flick me next time.” You look back to the bag “I didn’t know you smoked cigarettes?” At the mention of cigarettes, Luke’s smile falters a little bit. He glances at the bag as he hesitantly answers. “I- well… I don’t really smoke that often… I just kinda- have it in case I need one or something… It’s just a stress reliever, really…”

“Luke. I do weed daily I don’t care that you smoke” Luke lets out a small sigh of relief and shrugs a little bit. “Oh, well yeah, I know that… I just- I don’t know, I guess I thought you’d be mad or something… I don’t know… I don’t usually have one unless I’m really stressed or I’ve been dealing with a whole lot of bullshit…” “Your kids been putting you through it?” Luke rolls his eyes and groans “Ugh, you don’t even know the half of it! I’ve been dealing with those little assholes and all the stupid stuff they like to do. I swear, I almost gave up on those shits on more than just one occasion this week…” you laugh Luke rolls his eyes again but is amused by your laughing. A half-smile comes onto his face as he looks at you. “Oh, you think this is funny, huh? Oh, you just wait. It’ll be you who has to deal with those dumbasses one day. Don’t come crying to me when a few of them push your buttons a bit too much.”

“Puh-lease there’s a very small chase that I of all people get a new camper” Luke raises an eyebrow at that. He lets out an amused scoff and asks you a question. “Oh, really? How are you so sure of that? Don’t think Daddy director will give you a little camper every once in awhile?” “He’s been stuck here for like ten years at this point.” Luke chuckles and shakes his head in slight amusement. He’d honestly lost track of how long Mr. D has been stuck here. “Damn, it’s really been that long… It’s been so long now that I honestly stopped counting how many years it’s been… but still! I wouldn’t think your dad and the Fates would spare you from having a little shit-head for a sibling in the future…” “The future is not my priority” Luke lets out a small scoff and gives you an amused smile. “Oh yeah? What is your priority then, missy?” “Getting high, and uh you I guess”

Luke chuckles at the first reply, but blushes a little at the last one. A slight smile appears on his face as he looks at you and scoffs again. “Yeah, I figured I’d be pretty high on your priority list, but damn, drugs before me?” “Drugs before hoes bro” Luke lets out a laugh and rolls his eyes at your comment. “Man, that feels like betrayal. You’re seriously placing some weed before me. I’m heartbroken, just devastated.” He jokingly pouts in a dramatic tone, putting his hand on his forehead and all. “Hey im supposed to be the dramatic one here”

Luke smirks and puts his hands up in surrender. “Ok, ok, ok… you win, princess. You’re the queen of theatrics and drama and I’m just a mere commoner. Happy now?” “Very” you grab one of the joints and a lighter Luke raises an eyebrow at the joint in your hands and lets out a small scoff. “Are you seriously gonna have a smoke right now? It’s like the middle of the night, not many people are awake at this point, you know. Unless you’re just gonna blow it out the window or somethin’.” He says with a slight chuckle.

“One good thing about having your own room is that you can hotbox it” you get up and open a window and go back to the bed Luke chuckles at your comment and looks at you with amused curiosity. He watches silently as you open the window and go back to the bed. “Fair enough, just make sure you don’t piss of any nearby harpies. They’d probably have a fit if they smell it coming out the window.” “And they also have special instructions to leave me and my brothers alone” Luke lets out a small huff, slightly baffled by your comment as he watches you get comfortable on the bed. “Seriously? They have ‘special instructions’ to leave you alone? What have you been doing to get that?”

“Be the camp directors kid” Luke chuckles and rolls his eyes again, shaking his head in slight amusement. “Yeah, that makes sense. But are you at least gonna share a bit of that with your boyfriend?” “Obviously” you light the joint and take a drag Luke smiles as he watches you light the joint and take a drag from it. He scoots a little closer to you, still laying in your lap, and watches you exhale the smoke. “Ah, how very kind of you, love.” He jokingly mutters before reaching his hand out for the joint. You hand it too him “careful this is some strong shit”

Luke scoffs and takes the joint from you. “Oh please, I think I can handle your strong stuff, princess. You think I’m a wimp who can’t handle a bit of strong weed?” Luke takes a longer drag from the joint and holds the smoke in his lungs for as long as he can before pulling the joint away and exhaling the large gray smoke cloud into the air “Oh ho… yeah, you weren’t kidding. Jesus Christ…” Luke hands the joint back to you and tries to catch his breath. His head is already beginning to feel fuzzy “God, that’s strong. It’s good stuff, but definitely strong as hell…”

“Warned you” Luke rolls his eyes and gives you a sarcastic, annoyed look. “Yes, yes, I know, I know, I get it. You warned me. But I didn’t think it was gonna be that strong! I feel like my mind’s already starting to float a little…” you take another hit holding the smoke in your lungs until you look up and exhale it through your nose Luke watches as you take another hit and blow the smoke out your nose. A look of awe and slight amusement comes onto his face at the sight. “Damn… you know, you look really hot when you do that…” “Wanna kiss?” You say it playfully and add a lisp to the ‘kiss’ Luke can’t help but let out a laugh at your slightly lisped question and jokingly leans forward and responds in a mocking tone. “Ooohhh, do I want a kiss? Obviously I want a kiss! Come on, pucker up those pretty lips of yours!”

You burst out laughing and cover your face with the hand that’s not holding the joint Luke laughs along with you before gently grabbing your wrists and holding them to uncover your face. He scoots closer and smiles down at you. “There’s those beautiful eyes of yours. Now gimme a kiss, you tease.” You lean down to kiss him Luke smirks and meets your lips and kisses you back. He reaches up and takes the joint from you and places it down on the nightstand before bringing his hand back up to your face, cupping your cheek. Luke continues to kiss you a little longer before slowly pulling away and lying his head back down in your lap, looking up at you. “Damn… I swear your kisses are just as good as the strongest weed… and that’s saying something…” Luke lets out a small sigh while looking up at you, a small, soft smile on his still slightly fuzzy face. He continues to hold your cheek and uses his thumb to gently caress your cheekbone. “God, you’re beautiful…” “I know”.

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crumblekitten · 18 days ago

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A Very Long List of Lityerses Headcanons (based in geographical, mythological, scientific, and anthropological accuracy...part 1/?)

lit is my goat hes gotta be the most underrated riordanverse character out there and i wish there was way more content out there so heres some headcanons of him that i did specific research for because i have been obsessed with this guy for precisely 570 days. feel free to use this if you're writing any fics because if these become widely accepted headcanons i might have a chance at shaping his character YAYYY UNFORTUNATELY there are some warnings we must take into consideration, so tw/cw for: a lot of violence, domestic/child & sexual abuse, body horror, heavy metal poisoning, vague descriptions of wounds & infection & blood, mental health issues, all sorts of bigotry associated with ancient greece (e.g. child marriage), talk of puberty & sexual topics, and...death. Im sorry if I missed anything! Feel free to anon-ask me anything for it to be warned/edited/removed from this list! that being said, click keep reading with discretion. it gets dark and is a very dead dove thing.

lets start with some basic information:

Ancient Phrygia was located in modern day Türkiye so if he was born there he would have middle eastern features (Turkish, Kurdish, or Levantine). this means there shall be no whitewashing in fanart!!! ts pmo!!!

Chronologically he would be around 2000+ years old considering the riordanverse canon but since he was revived he retains his appearance and physical form at his time of death.

Unfortunately his myth is super vague about how old he was, except for the fact that he is a young man as offered by rick himself.

Considering he was slain by Hercules (using the Roman name here bc its more popular) he would have to have been old enough to put up a fight against Hercules post-12 labors since thats when Hercules is most often depicted as having completed this sidequest. So that puts him in a very awkward spot, because even though hes a swordplay genius hes also fighting probably the most powerful demigod ever. So I'm gonna put him at around his late teens to early twenties, maybe 19-25 ish

His scars and pre-ToA injuries sustained that I'm going to be explaining are based off the official art on the wiki page.

The three scars on his right eye would be pretty detrimental since that's his primary eye and he is right handed (judging by his sword hand). Considering that a wound would have to reach the dermis to leave a scar his eye would have sustained damage from the cuts. So he might be partially blind, or have issues associated with his right eye.

The two scars shown on his left arm are interesting because he has a shield in the official art, which means that it would be pretty hard to sustain those unless he wasn't using the shield or the shield shattered.

The other scars are not as interesting so I'll leave those up to interpretation in terms of how he got them.

Clearing up the cornhuskers thing here. That's the football team of Nebraska, USA, and he most likely got it at an event or something.

It's not given to what extent he has adapted to modern life but considering that both he and Midas speak English in The Lost Hero he would have to be pretty adjusted.

Midas speaks English a little better/less formal-textbook-y in The Lost Hero so Lit would have been too busy with training/sword practice to practice, and considering he calls his own father "you majesty" and his sister Zoe got turned to gold for talking too much, he probably wouldn't have been allowed/inclined to speak anyway.

Probably has an accent when speaking English (*swooooon*)

With the amount of modern tech and magically operated gimmicks in Midas' mansion he would probably be pretty well adjusted by the time The Lost Hero rolls around.

Midas' mansion does not have running water because it undoes the golden touch, but he is wearing a bathrobe when we first meet him, so the showers would have to dispense something else like soap or sparkling water or something that keeps everyone clean and shit. Idk what it would be since everything i can think of is disgusting if I had to shower with it so ill leave that up for interpretation.

Addressing the other mythological (and even more obscure) son of Midas: Anchurus

A sinkhole appears in Phrygia, the oracle says Midas has to sacrifice the most precious thing in the kingdom, Anchurus understands the assignment and rides his horse into the chasm and it closes. Cool

But i think maybe it wasn't him that was the most precious thing in the kingdom, it was the horse: a prized stallion (maybe a gift from some god, Dionysus?) that Midas can no longer ride because hes probably too fat and he can't handle allat. Also he doesn't want to turn it to gold.

I think that anchurus was getting too popular with the people and so Midas took the perfect opportunity to look good while getting rid of him as a potential heir, even though he lost his prized horse. it was a strategic move because he could just pretend hes mourning anchurus and shit. no one would have a clue

so thats how anchurus died ig.

Now let's take a look at his sister Zoe who im convinced is a baddie fs:

ancient phrygian women's roles are kind of complicated so i'll explain it here

The cult of Cybele (the mother goddess associated with fertility, wild nature, and madness) was formed in phrygia, and the cult gave women significant household religious ritual power and in religious institutions.

However, Zoe is not a very significant character so I'm assuming she was not a religiously involved figure since her dad Midas was the king

So she would have followed the traditional role for women: stay quiet, get married, have kids and shit

Considering she was the princess she'd probably have been polished as fuck and married off for some military alliance with another greek nation

Interestingly, Lit has no significant feelings towards Zoe being turned to gold in The Lost Hero, so that means they probably had a falling out earlier on in life to lead to this apathy.

This is js pure speculation and dramatics but I think when they were younger, Zoe didn't want to get married, so she threatened to kill Lit, Midas' bodyguard/son, if she was forced to marry some old sweaty guy, in a fit of panic. She tells Lit this: "If he makes me do this, I’ll kill you. I swear I will. That way he won’t have anything left." And obviously that doesn't go over well with Lit

So thats why they highkey hate each other. But she might have forgiven him or something like that because Lit would have to be un-golded if he is to appear in The Dark Prophecy later on. Considering none of the other gold people in Midas' mansion would be particularly inclined to do that, I would guess that it was Zoe who took pity on him.

We don't hear any more of her so I like to believe that she took over the mansion in Nebraska and lives as the queen and shit. Probably installs running water in that place. talks a lot. she's goated I wish we couldve seen more of her.

I think the sibling order would be in order of oldest to youngest Anchurus -> Zoe -> Lit just because Lit's desire to prove himself is very youngest-child-esque. Not that I'd personally know what that's like but yeah. Also anchurus isn't mentioned at all in the riordanverse so he probably died first.

Side note here: I once had a dream where Zoe was my best friend and I visited the mansion when her and the rest of the un-golded statues killed Midas to help her plan the burial. Lit was there and I visited his bedroom which was pretty fire looking a lot of muted blues and greens and an alaskan king bed. he had an ensuite bathroom and a walk in closet, a flatscreen tv, and a wall of weapons. also a bay window. idk where I got all this from in my subconscious but yeah. Zoe's room was very y2k core and she had a purple radio and a crazy record collection and a conversation pit with a ton of throw pillows. We didn't end up planning the burial and i dont remember what happened with Midas body but we did roll around in the conversation pit and talk about shit. hmu zoe i miss u we should hang again sometime. ttyl or something.

and finally some assorted headcanons about lit to end this off:

turned to gold very often as a form of punishment by midas for any sort of disobedience

Gold is a very malleable metal so when he becomes a statue midas gets sculptors to make him look better so his body is not his ykwim. body horror. sorry about that.

gold dust gets stuck in his pores so obviously heavy metal poisoning. Midas has a magic pill that fixes it (probably just regular water to un-gold him from the inside) that he doesnt get if he's being rebellious.

Trained from a young age to be a bodyguard and a national tourism thing (reaping contest & killing galore or whatever) to bring in more money for his daddy

considering dynamics from back then was probably abused by his mentors or maybe his own father

fears intimacy and being touched because he associates it with very unpleasant things (being turned to gold, abuse, body horror).

his Demeter lineage and nature powers (like maybe Meg McCaffrey's) were suppressed because they didn't fit Midas' image of the warrior and whatever. so he was selectively edited to only be able to use the super swordsman part of Demeter's talents.

citizens hated him because he was the one to do all his daddy's dirty work like executing citizens or whatever, which was just in Midas favor because he wouldn't want his son being too well-liked or else the population would want to dethrone him and shit

thats it for now I have a couple more ideas but its more linked to an oc idea that I had so lmk if yall would want to hear it bc i love my oc i think shes awesome and super original type shit.

peace 😁

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crumblekitten · 18 days ago

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“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

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crumblekitten · 19 days ago

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luke castellan x fwb!reader𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ~ pushing it down and praying

synopsis: luke has been your best friend ever since you arrived at camp. what happens when tensions and attraction boil over? can your friendship survive it?

contains: smutty-ish content (MDNI 18+ only), alchohol consumption, angst, yearning, fluff, the whole shebang

note: slightly long fic guys, be ready 😅 😅 😅

luke has been your best friend as long as you could remember. he was your first friend at camp, first person you confided in, first person you go to, for really anything. luke is the epitome of your person.

so was the two of you starting to hookup a good idea, or the most horrible one you could've made? well, it depends on who you ask, and when you ask it.

if you had asked yourself that questions 4 and a half months ago, you would've scoffed. it was the perfect idea.

look, you and luke friendship may have been perfect for the two of you, but from an outside perspective, it was far from perfect. you were at best codependent - the two of you were freakishly linked, and it was a pain for others who tried to pursue either of you. and when they were able to infiltrate those walls, it left the other feeling hot all over, boiled blood over the thought of someone taking their best friend from them.

you guys were chaos, but the kind of chaos you both wanted, both needed. one thing that people couldn't say about you and luke was that you didn't love each other, because it was clear to anyone with eyes and a head. the one debatable aspect of that though, was whether you and luke were in love, or just simply loved each other in a completely platonic way.

you were sure of the latter. you were sure of it. there was just one tiny feat.

you thought luke was probably the hottest boy you had ever seen.

unfortunately for you, your strictly platonic partner in crime was extremely hot - objectively, of course. and it wasn't like you would have to convince anyone (which you wouldn't even attempt to do, of course - this information was for you and you only), it was common knowledge that luke castellan was by far one of the most handsome boys at camp half blood.

whether it was his piercing eyes, his ruffled and perfectly messy raven hair, his mischievous and charming smile, it didn't really matter. all of the girls at camp half blood swooned over luke, it wasn't just you - he was a down-right ladies man.

so in all truth, sometime, when the two of you were together, it was easier to not look at him.

now, before the two of you started hooking up, you had no idea luke felt remotely the same. all it took was one bonfire for everything to change for you two

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you and luke tipsily stumbled along the beach, laughing hysterically and shushing the other.

you were on your way back to the main part of camp from the beach, the dying out bonfire now back in the distance, surrounded by the few remaining campers.

you sigh heavily and let your head lull up, looking up at the sky as you walked. "ughhh, can we stop for a second? i'm tired," you ask in a whiny tone.

luke raised his brows with an amused, teasing smile. "tired already? we've been walking for like, 2 minutes, angel."

you turn towards him, narrowing your eyes. "its late, luke."

luke shakes his head, smiling to himself with a fond smile.

soon you're off the sand, walking through the woods back to camp. the two of you were talking casually, and by two of you, mainly i mean you were talking as luke listened, giving his input when prompted, entertaining each though that you communicated.

the whole time you a luke were touching in some way. whether it was your hand tightly grasped in his, his arm loosely hung over you shoulder, or you hugging his arm to your chest, there was some sort of contact at all times.

"did y'have fun tonight? i feel like i barely talked to you" you ask luke softly, still feeling the light effects of the drinks you had.

luke turn his heads towards you, a slight smirk lifting his lips. "yeah, well, somebody was preoccupied," luke teased, sounding casual.

a slight blush tainted your cheeks, and you thanked the gods it was so dark. you push his side clumsily, stopping in your tracks. "shut up, you cannot be talking," you state, raising your brows. "you were preoccupied yourself, mister," you repeat his words back, poking his chest.

he scoffs, stopping as well. "barely, she was practically throwing herself at me," he defends.

"how romantic, romeo," you tease, starting to walk again. luke picks up the pace to catch up to you. "you sound a bit jealous, angel. am i hearing things?" he asks, frustratingly smooth.

once again, thank the gods for the dark.

"as if, lucas," you narrow your eyes.

"ouch, lucas, huh?" he mocks, that familiar mischievous smile painting his lips. "thats how i know your bothered."

"the only thing thats bothering me is your annoying voice," you taunt, a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

"shots fired, angel. i'm picking up what your putting down, don't worry," he teases once more.

when you finally reached the main part of camp, your voiced quieted down and your steps were more cautious, wary of any noises.

"i'm not jealous. if anything, you sound jealous, you brought it up first," you whisper shouted.

he shrugs. "so what if i am?"

you narrow your eyes at him, observing him in the dark, looking for signs of trickery. "you're joking."

he shrugs again, turning towards you. the two of your footsteps slowed to a stop outside your cabin. "what if i wasn't?" he asked, his exterior feigning unbothered, but a slight crack in his expression showed his nerves.

you turned to face him, tilting your head, at a loss for words. "luke," you start, unsure of where your words were taking you.

he shakes his head, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "stop, don't do that. don't just pretend you don't see it too."

you let out a splutter of nervous laugher. "see what luke? i-" you start, then look around, worried the conversation you two were about to might wake someone up. "we cant do this here," you state nervously.

luke clenches his jaw and softly grabs your wrist, swiftly leading you to the nearest empty cabin, being cabin 1.

once you are inside you close the door behind you, the two of you facing each other. "luke, you can't...take back this conversation once it starts," you warn.

he shakes his head. "i know that, ok, i know. i just...look," he grabs your hands, "you are my best friend. i wouldn't trade our friendship for absolutely anything, and i mean that, ok? i mean it," he said, with a rare severity you weren't all that used to from him.

"but we both know that there is something more here. that there is this..." he searches for the words, "this...electricity. your telling me you dont feel it too?"

you bite your lip, looking down. "i feel it," you say quietly. "i feel it too."

you could tell luke felt relieved by the way his hands relaxed in yours. "ok," he started, a bit breathless. he lets out a breathy laugh, "i don't really know where to go from here."

and suddenly, this situation didn't feel so foreign, or scary. it was just luke. your luke. the luke you had know for so long, who you had met when your limbs were still lanky, knees still knobby, eyes still innocent. luke who had shown a much tinnier, more nervous version of you around camp when you first arrived, pledging to stick by your side no matter what.

luke who had been the shoulder you cried on when boys had broken you heart, who had been the reason for so many laughs, so many memories, so many times you got in trouble.

it was just luke.

you look up to meet his eyes, matching his sheepish and foreignly shy smile, though as always, he still seemed much more confident than you. "i mean, all i know is that you and me are always going to be best friends and a little...chemistry, i guess, dosen't have to change that," you state softly.

he tilts his head. "what are you saying?"

you bite your lip, nerves sitting in your stomach as your hands fidget in his. "im saying...we stay best friends but, if we ever feel like it, we can...you know," you suggest, trailing off towards the end of your sentence.

luke raises his brows, that familiar mischievous smirk finding his lips. "we can what?"

you roll your eyes. "you know what i'm saying."

luke tilts his head, considering you for a moment. he's visibly running a thought through his brain, his eyes glazing over. he finally breaks the momentary silence, seeming to have come to a conclusion. "why don't you show me?" he speaks, his voice suddenly dangerously low.

your heart stops. like, actually stops.

you freeze for a moment, but when you feel his hands squeeze yours for a moment, his eyes expectant, you melt.

you nod, scooting closer to him, the situation feeling so bizarre and distant, yet so comfortingly easy. "ok," you reply through a small smile, hands leaving his as they trail up to his shoulders. as luke leans into you, a small part of you screams that you can never take it back, and that it wont ever be the same again.

but with his lips on yours, you just can't find it in yourself to care.

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that night was the start of your perfect solution - you and luke both got to channel your attraction for each other into something physical, and remain thick as thieves. so, to answer the question, you thought it was a great idea - flawless, even.

it seemed simple. best friends, but with the highlight of occasional sex.

so where did you guys go wrong?

there wasn't one moment of realization where you understood you had gotten yourself into a sticky situation. it was over time you began to realize that maybe, the idea wasn't as flawless as you had initially thought.

it started when "occasional" turned into "frequent". a part of you thought that maybe, you two just needed to get it out of your system that one time, but that proved to be false when once a week turned into twice, and then the week after that, 4 times.

and sometimes, it wasn't even sex. it evolved into quickies between lessons, one getting the other off, heated makeouts after parties when you were able to get away from prying eyes.

with that evolution, lines got blurry.

what once felt like casual sleepovers at the others cabin suddenly felt intimate, especially when you felt luke wrap his arms around you from behind, or woke up curled into his side.

the touchy-feely nature of your relationship didn't falter, but you started to become hyper-aware of it. the normally casual hand on your waist on lower back felt less casual, less friendly - it started to feel romantic.

the thought terrified you. this was exactly what you were hoping to avoid, this complicated part of your arrangement. the last thing you wanted was for luke and your friendship to change, yet with this new development, it was fated from the start.

so, if you were to ask yourself now, 4 and a half months into this situation, whether or not starting to hook up with your best friend in the whole world was a good or bad idea, you would scream from the rooftops that it was worst idea of your life.

·゜·。.ೀ⋆⑅˚.·。.·゜

you find yourself in cabin 11 with luke in the middle of the day. all of his siblings were spread throughout camp, doing different actives and lessons, leaving the two of you blissfully alone.

you yourself had been planning on practicing your archery skills, but that plan quickly changed when luke appeared behind you, a gentle yet firm hand on your waist, whispering in your ear to meet at his in 15.

the message was clear, the swift nod of your head confirming that you'd be there - you never turned him down.

his lips were on yours as soon as you walked in, your hands instinctively moving to his waist to steady yourself as his cupped your cheeks.

he walked you backwards on to his bed, sitting down with you straddling his lap, the kiss never breaking. his hands moved down to your waist to keep you steady, whilst yours moved up to his shoulders, fingers reaching behind his neck to play with his hair.

you could never get tired of kissing luke. the rapid movement of his lips on yours with the occasional teasing slow down or pull away kept you hooked - he knew it did. how soft his lips felt against yours, how calloused and rough his hands felt roaming your body had you addicted.

luke broke away for a moment, smiling with teeth. "hi," he finally said breathlessly. you smiled back, nudging your nose with his. "hey," you reply, just as breathless.

his smiling lips leaned back in and caught yours again, causing you to giggle against him.

"did i tell you how clarisse totally bailed on our sparring session earlier?" you mumble against his lips.

he hums, continuing to kiss you through your words. "no, you didn't."

"well, i just cant believe she didn't show up. its so unlike her," you try to get out between kisses, but luke seemed a bit more interested in the action than your words. "i bet she was with your brother."

lukes frowned a bit into your lips. "chris?"

you nod. "mhm," you confirm, about to divulge into your reasoning behind the thought but then his fingers pinch your waist, causing your lips to part in a gasp as he smirks triumphantly, slipping his tongue in.

you smile a bit bashfully in response. everything about this felt to natural, domestic, even. whilst the moment held a steady tone of lust, even then, you couldn't escape the thought of this feeling...romantic.

your smile faded as the sudden need to bury this mushy feeling inside your chest overcame you. your hands moved up through his raven hair, gripping lightly on the strands as a subtle movement of your hips caused you to softly grind on his lap, eliciting a deep groan from his lips into yours.

your lips disconnected from his as they trailed down his neck, careful not to leave any visible marks. you could hear his quiet panting, his hands now squeezing your waist.

this was more your speed. this wasn't supposed to be soft, or intimate, just sex.

his brows furrowed a bit. "y'ok, angel?" he asked.

you looked up at him, faux confused. "hm? i'm fine."

he hesitated before nodding, leaning back down to capture your lips in his again. your lips clash for a moment before lukes fingers slowly slip under the bottom of your top. "ok?" he asks huskily. you instantly nod, and he helps to lift your shirt over your head, attaching his lips to your neck once he does.

you pull up his shirt next, connecting your lips back to his after it's off. he smiles impishly, his hands coming down to grip the flesh of your ass and you can't help but break and giggle a bit.

"luke," you mutter, faux annoyed, pushing his chest a bit as you scrunch your nose.

"what, you don't like that?" he asks, looking devastatingly handsome as he baited you.

"no, its pervy," you lie, hands absentmindedly running down his toned arms.

he scoffed. "pervy? really?" his brows raised, an amused look on his face.

you nod, fighting a smile as you lean back in, but he leans back. "nah, nah you just called me a pervert, im not kissing you-"

"shut up," your murmur, officially failing at hiding your amusement as you captured your lips again.

your fingers in his hair gripped at the strands, your thumb subconsciously running over the scar along the side of his left eye at one point, unknowingly filling his chest with a ray of warmth.

"so pretty," he murmured against your lips, "i have the prettiest best friend."

despite how much his words made your cheeks red, a bitter feeling entered your chest at the title of best friend. thats what you wanted, wasn't it? no strings? staying friends?

instead of a reply you part your lips from his, looking at him with nothing but pure want in your eyes. you dismount his lap, sinking to your knees in front of him, hoping the fluttering in your stomach and stabbing pain in your chest would go away, even if just for a moment.

no matter how much your silently yearned for it, how much everything in you begged to let it happen, you just couldn't do it to yourself. you knew how this ended, and if you let those thoughts take over, those thoughts of something more- luke would be gone from your life. you just couldn't let that happen.

you knew your best friend, you knew he didnt do relationships - especially probably with his best friend who he for sure only feels platonic feelings for.

so if you let these thoughts take over, you weren't sure if you could keep it in. and if you couldn't keep it in, you would loose luke forever. and if you lost luke forever...you didn't know what you would do.

so as you unzipped lukes jeans and slid his boxers down, you pushed it down and prayed to the gods that luke would never discover how you were starting to feel about him.

note:wrote this listening to casual and pushing it down and praying😔 should i make a pt. 2??

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crumblekitten · 20 days ago

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I mean if I was at camp half-blood and forced to sleep on the cramped floor at the Hermes cabin because my parent wouldn’t claim me I would totally be convinced to join Luke’s side that has a cruise with 8 lounges, several pools and spas, a bowling alley and hundreds of cabins.

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C'MON, IT'S JUST THE TIP! w/ luke castellan .

it's your first time and your dear boyfriend promised to only put the tip in. (told ya.)

“just the tip, baby, i promise,” he coos, holding your chin, “i promise.” he carefully slips the tip into your cunt, sucking air in through his teeth.

“‘s keep it there, lukey. don’t move,” your voice soft and breathy. you hold onto the base, softly stroking him as he slowly rocks back and forth. this is enough for you. you can barely take his fingers, so you know you won’t be able to take him fully. this is fine.

but why would it be enough for him? sure, it feels good, but he’s hungry.

can you blame him?

you’re so focused trying to please you and your dear boyfriend that you don’t notice him spitting on your already wet folds. his arm flexes as he leans down to grab onto your waist, getting a good grip before slamming his cock into your tight cunt. he releases a bestial groan, throwing his head back as he bottoms out.

you cry out loud, feeling your pure, tight, soft pussy being broken in, just like that. “l-luke! you—it hurts!”

“shhh, baby, you can take it, yeah? thought you were a big girl?” he whispers, pulling back slowly. you whimper as he withdraws, your tiny body trying to suck him back in. he spits again, using it to lube his length. he spreads your legs wider, lifting your hips higher. you whimper and pout, looking for an ounce of sympathy from him. but… nothing. “b-baby, you said just the tip!”

you see his cock stiffen more as he prepares to push back into you. “i lied,” he mutters, slamming back into you. you howl, trying to push him out. “damn, you're tight,” he growls. he pulls back, then slaps, thrusting deeper. he grips your thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “been keepin’ this from me for this long? tsk, tsk.” he smiles, clearly enjoying the pain you’re in.

he watches you throw your head back, tears spilling over. you’re barely taking an inch. can’t you calm down? he pulls back slightly, then slams again. “damn it,” he mutters. “spread your legs more,” he orders.

as he thrusts, your breasts bounce beautifully, but you’re so cock-drunk you can barely speak. you babble, he destroys your walls. you babble, he fucks harder into you. it hurts. too badly. he knows this, but he doesn’t care. why would he? he’s finally getting what you’ve held off for years.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” luke chanted, pounding into you like a jackhammer. your fingers curl, your toes curl, your whole body is curled in on itself as he fucks you into the mattress. he reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucks you. this only worsens your already vegetative state, causing your thighs to tremble. he takes a hand off your thigh to hold on to your neck, softly gripping it as he fucks into you.

how pretty you are, how delicate and beautiful you are.

“god, you sound so good,” he chuckles darkly, his fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he holds them apart. he hits something inside you, and you both feel it. he hits it repeatedly, each time making you whine louder.

but slowly, you come back to yourself. finally beginning to enjoy it. look at you. coming to your senses.

"shit..." he notices the shift in your screams, from pain to pleasure. his pace slows slightly, but the intensity remains. he leans down, nipping at your ear. “ finally taking that dick like you’re s’posed to," he whispers, hitting that spot inside you with purpose now.

"that's right, baby. take it. fuck, you feel so good," he smiles, licking his lips perversely, gripping your hips tightly. "touch your tits for me," he orders, his voice rough with pleasure. "play with them while i fuck you."

you look up at him through teary eyes, unintentionally batting your eyelashes so beautifully. “fuck, okay,” blood pricks on your bottom lip as you bite down, smiling at your beautiful boy.

your fingers catch your shared juices at the base of his cock, you take it and rub it into your chest, squeezing and pulling your breasts. “so good, m’gonna…”

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

"gonna what, baby?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you're trying to say. "cum for me? cum all over my big dick?" he reaches down and pinches your clit hard, sending you over the edge. "cum, baby."

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

that’s it, there you go, hm? you spasm and thrash when you cum harshly, cunt restricting around his length, more than it already is. it chokes him like it’s pulling the cum out of him.

he feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you cum, the sensation pushing him over the edge. "fuck, babe! just fuckin’ take it!" he groans, slamming into you as he unleashes a warm load deep inside your cum-drunk pussy.

PLAP.

he fucks his cum into you, knowing neither of you cares for a baby. “take it.”

…aaand after that, you never wanna take “just the tip” again.

even when you’re both all tired, you still cockwarm. fully.

here u go! @giaaaarosaaaa ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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