Working On A New Luke Castellan Fic (surprise Surprise) Except Its About His Daddy Issues And Its Angsty

working on a new luke castellan fic (surprise surprise) except it’s about his daddy issues and it’s angsty and reader comforts him!! he’s just a teenage girl, leave him alone

i need danny wagner in a way that’s concerning to feminism.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ enchanted

pairing: carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x afab!reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, swearing, insinuated bath time, nothing graphic

word count: 1.8k words

an: i wrote this in the trenches (waiting to be seen at urgent care) so please excuse any typos 🙈 currently gnawing at the bars of my enclosure because i’ve been sick all week, but the delulu is as strong as ever!

Carmen’s head hung low in his hands, his elbows resting on the battered desk as the knot in his shoulders weighed against him. His mind itched to grab the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, but the exhaustion seeped through his veins too heavily to even bother. His ears were entranced by the rhythmic tick…tick…tick… of the clock above the office door, but the new-found quiet had been welcomed after a day of yelling and dishing. He moved his head to rest on his palm, and his tranquil eyes struggled to flutter open. With his other hand, he began to scribble nonsense for orders that he hoped he could translate tomorrow morning, but he knew his attempts were becoming futile when he wrote “10 pd skt stk,” meaning to write “10 pounds skirt steak.”

In the midst of his battle with sleep deprivation, Carmen hadn’t even noticed the string of texts you sent his way. It was nearing 12:30am, and you had just left the bar you worked at when you pulled your phone out and invited him to your apartment for the night.

Carmy :)

12:27

Hey bub! I just got off of work and I’m heading home

Sleepover? My bed’s cold without you :(

12:31

I have a bottle of your favorite wine if that convinces you ;)

12:38

Carmyyy

Are you still at The Bear?

Okay I’m calling you

Carmen’s head slipped off his palm and lulled him awake, and his bleary eyes fought against the bright light of his desk lamp. He heard the constant buzzing of his phone, and surmised that it had to have been you calling him. His decorated hands rubbed his eyes before he shuffled papers and folders around to find his cell, but to no avail. As he heard the buzz come to an end, he huffed out a breath, and he ceased his search. Instantly, however, his phone began to shake again, and a smile graced his face at the thought of his girl missing him that much. After pushing a few more unnecessary items off the desk, he found his found phone with a picture of you illuminating his screen. He swiped his thumb to answer the call, and he pushed his phone to his ear, desperate to hear your voice.

“Baby? You okay?” you asked once Carmen picked up. Delighted, his lips curled up into a smile.

“Hey princess, I’m alright. Just got caught up with papers and shit,” he rasped out, sleepiness laced in his voice. “I’m wrapping up here though. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over tonight,” you hummed into the line. “We haven’t seen each other much this week, and I know for a fact you haven’t slept well.” You giggled softly as she uttered the truth.

Carmen cracked a chuckle at her words, knowing that she wasn’t wrong. “Yeah, sweetheart, no need to rub it in,” he muttered in a half-dazed state. “But yeah, gimme like,” he peered down at his watch, reading 12:40, “20 minutes and I’ll be there. Is that okay, honey?”

You opened the door of your apartment, closing it behind you before locking it as you cradled your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Yeah, absolutely,” you told him as you set your bag down. “I can pop some cookies in the oven in the meantime? Unless that’s out of your league, chef,” you teased him. He could hear the smirk in your tone as you joked about the cookies.

“Haha, very funny, baby. Gonna hit me with anything else?” he asked her.

“Not right now, no,” a smile cracked at her lips. “It’s not my fault you decided to date a comedian. ‘Can’t take the flame, don’t get in the kitchen,’ or whatever nonsense you guys say.”

“Alright, not too much,” he chuckled out, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “I’ll see you in a few, alright sweetheart?”

She bit her lip in thought before closing out the call. “See you in a few. I love you, Carmy.”

“I love you more,” Carmen said before hanging up the call. He put his phone into his pocket before running a calloused hand through his curls. His drowsy eyes scanned the room briefly, wondering where to start, before picking up the mistrewn papers and folders off the office floor. He set them in a neat (ish) pile on the desk before standing up from the rickety chair. He stepped out of the office, taking one more peek of the kitchen and dining room to ensure they looked the same as they were when The Bear closed (They were, Carmen’s just paranoid). Not soon enough, Carmen punched his work card for the night and took the keys out from his pocket, turning them in the door and locking up for the night.

As Carmen made his way back to his place to get an overnight bag, you had occupied yourself with prepping for your boyfriend’s stay. You dressed up your apartment with candles, put your speaker to play smooth jazz, and set up your bathroom with elements for a well-deserved bath for both you and Carmen. You knew that things with the Bear had been picking up for him, and while you could not have been happier for him, you knew that it took a toll on his well-being, so you were thrilled that he agreed to spend the night and relax for a moment.

Within a few minutes, the oven chimed and you got to taking the cookies out the oven, the rich smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling the apartment. You put on some oven mitts and right as you slid the hot trays onto the counter, the doorbell rang, letting you know that Carmen had made it safely to your door. “Just a second!” You called out, taking the gloves off and letting your hair out of its updo. You sauntered over to the door, and you’re met with Carmy holding a bouquet in his hands, the arranged pinks and oranges capturing your attention. “Hey sweetheart, sorry for the late hour,” he uttered, motioning the arrangements towards you. “I brought these ‘cause they reminded me of you,” he admitted with a lovesick grin on his lips as you grabbed the bouquet.

You peered down at the flowers in your hands before looking up at him, staring into his soft eyes, evidence of exhaustion painting his features. “Carmy, you shouldn’t have,” a soft pout puckered at your lips, tears swelling in your waterline. “This is so sweet, thank you bub.” You smiled up at him before pulling him inside, saving him from the coolness of the night. You closed the door behind him as he pulled your frame towards him, one hand resting on the plush of your hip as he pressed a sweet peck on your lips. “Carmy, it’s 1am, where the hell did you get these from?” you giggled out, confused, though appreciative of his gift.

“I meant to stop by earlier during my lunch break to drop them off,” he began, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly, “but shit hit the fan, and I got caught at work.”

“Well, I love them either way. Thank you, bub,” you assured him with a smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Let me take your bag to my room. Eat a cookie or two, please. I know you’ve barely eaten today, chef,” she playfully demanded. You grabbed the duffel from his hands before heading towards your bedroom, delicately leaving the bouquet on the kitchen table to set up later.

You dropped the duffel bag off at the foot of your shared bed before joining him in the kitchen, watching Carmen take down two cookies in three bites. “Good for supermarket cookies, huh?” you teased him, poking his bicep. He shook his head playfully before looking at you, adoration pooling in his eyes with a smile to match. “Good for supermarket cookie,” he repeated. You grabbed one of the cookies off the tray, still slightly warm, and took a bite, savoring the taste after a long night at work. You made yourself a mental note to buy more of these christmas tree cookies before the holidays ended.

After finishing your last bite, you made your way to the sink, grabbing a vase and filling it with water for your flowers. You grabbed the bouquet off the table and began to cut the ends at an angle, taking in the scent of the tulips Carmen brought you. As you were getting lost in a rhythm, Carmen came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your frame and resting his head on your shoulder. He pressed soft kisses down your neck, trailing down to your shoulder, effectively distracting you from your work. “You could be a florist, ya know. You’ve got gentle hands and a good eye for stuff like this,” his accent hummed out in your ear.

It was your turn to softly chuckle at his words, feeling the way his hands trailed down to hold the plush of your waist and how the feel of his fingertips on your skin felt blissful. “Oh, I’m sure, Carmy,” you quipped out, taking your lip between your teeth as you moved the flowers into the watered vase. Once you were done, you moved the arrangement from the sink to the kitchen table, setting it next to the candles you lit earlier.

Carmen trailed behind you out the kitchen, resting a gentle hand on the small of your back. You stepped back into the living room and sought solace in the warm arms of your lover, his strong arms holding you flush against his frame. The two of you rocked back and forth in a gentle rhythm to the soft beats playing, simply in awe of this sweet little life you’ve been able to create. You and Carmen created a perfect harmony out of the asyncopated clutter in both your lives, but you wouldn’t mind another thing on your plate as long as it meant coming back into Carmen’s arms every night.

One of his hands rested on the warmth of your waist while the other trailed up to hold your chin, bringing your lips to meet his in a domestic buzz, sharing sweet kisses in the candlelight. You broke apart and rested your forehead against his shoulder, swaying in the lovestruck air. “I set the bathroom up if you want to take a hot bath later. I got those salts you like to put in the water that help with your muscles. How does that sound?” You whispered out, gently playing with his curls. “God, you’re so good to me,” he playfully groaned out. You placed one last peck on his lips, cradling his cheek in your hands as a smirk adorned your features. “Sounds like a plan to me, then.”

⁎⁺˳✧༚ dancing with our hands tied

pairing: luke castellan x afab! reader

warnings: mdni, smut, oral (f!rec), kissing, making out, nudity, swearing

word count: 2.5k words

an: i have no excuse for this, i’m in my #thothours rn. also episode 7 of pjo absolutely ruined me in the best way possible

You should have known from the first exchange of hot kisses and hushed whispers that this was a dangerous game to play. Dancing on a tightrope with Luke Castellan was bound to bring more ruin than good, but you couldn’t give a damn; Not when his lips trailed along your neck and perked themselves on the tender flesh. Not when his hands held you dearly like a prayer. And especially not when he’s whimpering oh so sweet for you.

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Under the cascaded moon light, Luke’s fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, leading the two of you through the camp and toward your cabin. As he twisted the door knob open with his other hand, he uttered a mental “thank you” to your half-siblings for busying themselves at the camp bonfire tonight. Pushing the door opening, a smirk etched itself on his face when he saw your bed, all made up and ready to be messed up. “You shouldn’t have bothered, princess,” Luke muttered softly. “We’re just going to end up ruining it,” he said, peering down into your eyes.

A blaze filed your cheeks at his words, and you couldn’t deny the tension filling in your chest. “It’s not the first thing you’ve ruined,” the smirk evident in your voice as your warm eyes met his. A quiet chuckle hummed from his lips at your joke, a bemused smile gracing his face as he shook his head. He loosened his grip around your wrist before moving to shut the door behind you. The satisfying click of the lock echoed in the otherwise empty cabin, and it granted him all the courage he needed for the moment.

He moved away from the door, turning his head towards you and within an instant, your arms were thrown behind his head. Your lips crashed with his in a dizzying frenzy, savoring the taste of your lover. His hand sought their place on your waist, his thumbs brushing against the plush of your tummy. Your fingers carded themselves through his bouncy locks before trailing down to rest behind his neck. He pulled apart first before trailing gentle kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbones, adjusting his hands to rest his palms on your hips.

“Missed me, princess?” he teased you, welcoming the feeling of your fingers tugging his strands. “Something like that,” you sighed out. The feeling of his lips and teeth teetering at your skin made your legs weak, but Luke’s warm grip wouldn’t even let you think of crumbling. His hands found their way to rest delicately on the supple curve of your ass, his mouth trailing underneath your orange cabin shirt to kiss a purple bruise on your skin.

The desperation pooling in your chest brought your hands down to grip his biceps, your whispered pants and whines were swallowed by his mouth. Luke made his way back up to connect his lips with yours, hungry to feel you consume all his senses. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, “Hated being away from you all day.” His lips bruised themselves trying to memorize the pattern of your rhythm. “Missed you so bad. Thought about sneaking you off for lunch. Maybe some dessert too.” He whispered between kisses, and his words made the delicate skin between your legs drool. He held your frame close to his as the two of you whisked your way to your bed, eyes fluttering open as you pulled away from his kiss.

His love struck gaze found your own as he laid you down on the bed, his body leaning above her own. “Is this okay, baby?” he whispered, gentle hands toying with the hem of your shirt. Your fingers pulled his chin down to bring your lips together for a brief peck. “Always, my love.” A soft smile illuminated his face as he began lifting the fabric over your skin. The cool air nipped at your flesh, but you couldn’t pay any mind as the warmth radiating off Luke’s frame harbored in your core.

You aided in removing your cover, lifting your arms above your head to pull your shirt off. Luke’s attention was brought to your chest, taking in the precious details of his girl. He took in the delicate bow resting in the middle of your bra, almost like a bow on top of a present made just for him. He took in the freckles decorating your breasts and how each cluster looked like a constellation, sun kisses painting your delicate skin. And he took in the faded memories of previous nights in your bed, a smug grin taking his features as he sees reminders of him on you.

“My eyes are up here, Castellan,” you joked, crossing your arms in a mock offense. Luke’s cheeks warmed up as he realized he got caught staring, blinking and shaking his head suddenly. “Sorry, baby, just couldn’t help myself,” he uttered an apology. “Not when my girl looks this good.” His words sent you quietly giggling, his breath tickling the expanse of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Oh, aren’t you romantic?” you laughed out, the sarcasm heavy in your tone. His lips engaged with the skin on your chest with a smirk, leaving precious kisses and love bites for you to try to hide tomorrow morning. Your fingers run up his back, leaving scratches in their wake as they make their way to tangle in his curls.

Luke’s lips attached themselves to a tender spot on your neck, painting a beautiful mark that caused your back to arch into his touch. He grazed his thumb gently across the padded curves of your breasts, hands tracing from your rib cage to your back to unclip your bra. He threw the garment to sit next to your shirt, the pile by your desk growing by the minute. He palmed your breasts in his warm hands, and the friction rubbed your nipples so deliciously, making them perk up more in his touch.

His body travels down the expanse of your body, memorizing every inch of your body with his mouth. Luke settles his knees on the floor, his hands now squeezing the plush of your hips over your shorts. His thumbs fiddled with the loops of the denim before catching your eye and offering a sweet smile. “You’re so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he praised, running his hand up and down your thigh. She whined out at his touch, squeezing her thighs with a stroke of his hand. He moved to trail kisses down her tummy, making a sweet moan tumble out her lips as he got closer to where she needed him. “Luke, please touch me,” she moaned out.

She bucked her hips as she began to get impatient, her pussy soaked at Luke’s teasing. “Fuck, baby” she whispered out, desperation seeping through her tone. She knew what game Luke was playing at; the way he grazed his lips above her clothed core, ghosting his fingertips over the sensitive skin. As his lips continued to adorn her thighs with hickeys, she sat up on her elbows, bringing herself face to face with Luke. “Enough teasing, Castellan,” she huffed out. “Touch me or I’ll make myself cum tonight.” His eyes widen at her sudden command, the contrast between her soft whines and demanding tone giving him whiplash and a tighter tent in his pants. A smirk grazed his lips at her demeanor, and he knew that his game was working.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered out with a sly grin, hands immediately reaching behind his head to pull off the orange cabin shirt he adorned. His arms moved above his head to rid himself of the shirt, his muscles riveting with each flexing move. Now, it had been your turn to stare, to admire the work of art settled on his knees for you. He turned his body to throw his shirt next to your desk chair, and when he turned back to face his girl, he was met with hungry lips catching his own. You poured your love for Luke into the kiss, the ache seeping deep within your bones. Your lips broke apart before moving down his neck, savoring the taste and warmth of your lover. “I love you, Luke,” you breathed out between kisses. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He whined out at your touch and your words, his senses overwhelmed by the pure adoration you were pouring out for him.

His fingers dug themselves into the fat of your hips, holding onto you like a lifeline. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he felt your mouth making its claim on his skin. Within an instant, your lips were back on his in a dizzying frenzy of lust and love. He pulled apart and held your chin, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your warm eyes. He pushed your body back down onto the mattress, his hands holding onto your hips so dearly.

He toyed with the button of your shorts, admiring the way the denim curved around your plush thighs. He looked back up at you through his lashes, catching a glimpse of your annoyed face. “Luke…” you had warned, but you both knew who was in control here. He smiled before moving his fingers to unbutton and unzip your shorts, sliding the fabric down your legs. He turned to throw the fabric toward the ever growing pile before eyeing a precious little bow on your panties, noticing how it unintentionally matched your bra.

“What is this, princess? ‘Got a present wrapped up for me?” He fiddled with the bow, grazing his finger right above your core. His hot breath fanned right above your aching pussy, and his hold on your thighs was too intoxicating. “Just for you, my love,” you whispered through shuddered breaths. Luke smirked at the thought of you being his and his only, and the thought only sent his mind into a frenzy.

His fingers grabbed the fabric resting on your hips before pulling down your panties, leaving you entirely vulnerable to his touch. He gently rubbed his thumb above your hip bones, reassuring you once he heard your breath pick up. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He took it upon himself to tease the skin there, leaving soft love bites for you to find in the morning. “I wanna make my girl feel good tonight,” he hummed out before pressing a kiss right above your core. You let out a whine, the desperate desire to feel his mouth on your pussy drove deep into your bones.

Within an instant, his tongue met her cunt, pushing its way inside her folds. The languid movement of his mouth against her left her breathless, his tongue fueling the fire in her belly.

He latched onto the taste of her, desperate to taste all of her. “Oh, fuck, Luke!” You breathed out between pants, the pleasure becoming dizzying. It became messy, but neither of you would complain. Your slick decorated his chin as his mouth moved diligently, trying to consume your nectar entirely. He threw your thighs above his shoulders, pressing your cunt ever closer to his face.

He lapped at you as if you were the only thing worth living for, drinking you up like his only lifeline. Given the proximity, it was no surprise his nose fumbled its way on your clit, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleasantly surprised with the added feeling. The stimulation had become too much yet not enough all at once. The friction on your clit and in your folds send your mind into a fuzzy haze, drunk off the pleasure your lover was giving you. Your fingers shot straight to Luke’s curls, tugging on the strands. Luke moved his lips to attached onto your clit, and each scratch of his scalp sent him reeling, moaning around your bundled nerves. He shook his head in between your thighs, creating such a delicious feeling, it brimmed tears in your eyes. “Luke, please!” You cried out for more, desperation seeping out your core as Luke’s mouth kept you steady towards your first orgasm of the night.

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit to have the walls begin crumbling. You closed your legs around his head, locking him entirely on your cunt. His mouth trailed within your folds and his nose returned to rub on your clit. His mouth began writing symphonies in your pussy as your whines got increasingly louder, the sound a hymn to his ears as he knew you were close. He moved one of his hands to play with your eases nipple while the other gripped onto your hip so deeply, it was bound to leave a bruise in its wake.

With a few more strokes of his tongue on your pussy, your breathing had become desperate pants of air as you screwed your eyes shut. “Fuck, Luke, I’m coming,” you panted out. “I’m coming… I’m-“ And in that instant, your walls came crashing down. Your ears began ringing as blood rushed into your head, and you squeezed your thighs around Luke’s head. A throaty moan tumbled out your lips as you held tightly onto Luke’s locks, his tongue continuing its assault on your core. He was no longer doing this solely to please you, but to also satiate the lustrous hunger he had. The stimulation had become too much to bear, and tears began to fall down your pretty cheeks. “Luke, ‘s too much, I can’t,” you mumbled out in your fuzzy state. Your slick kept oozing out of your pussy, and Luke only took it as a challenge to drink you dry. It wasn’t until you tugged his curls, urging him away from your core, that he pulled away;

He moved his head back to catch a breath, eyes capturing the perfect glimpse of you in this new position: head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, back arched, and pussy clenching for something inside. “Good girl, baby. You did so good for me.” As your legs still rested above his shoulders, he took the opportunity to decorate your thighs with more kisses and love bites, filling the skin with more reminders of his love. He trailed his kisses down to your knees before standing up and making his way next to you.

He nuzzled you against him on the mattress, curling you deeply into his chest. You pressed your warm cheek against his chest as you caught your breath, focusing your hearing to his steady heartbeat. “Thank you, baby. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate you taking care of me.” She turned her head up towards her boyfriend, her lips grazing the column of his neck. He tilted his head down to meet her lips, sharing the taste of her on his lips. She moved her hand to hold his chin, but the proximity hadn’t been enough for the two of them (It never was.) She moved one leg to straddle over his lap, pressing her lips roughly against his.

“Already wanting round 2?” Luke pressed between kisses, smirking against her lips.

“Oh, don’t act surprised, Castellan.”

it’s been so long since i’ve read any riordanverse books that i forget what’s headcannon/fandom cannon and what’s actually real.

head empty, only thoughts of luke castellan right now.