As wintertime approaches, most of the campers have long since gone home. Your cabin was blissfully quiet as you crawl into bed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. You honestly didn’t mind being mostly alone; you had a few siblings who would stay past August. However, with it being late in the year, sneaking out was way easier than summertime. Which leads to your current situation.

A weight settles in next to you, bed dipping as the person tugs at your covers to let them under. You shove at the figure, half asleep and not in the mood for your siblings to play any jokes. A small laugh plays in your ear as your cheek gets kissed.

“C'mon…lemme in,” Luke murmurs as he tugs gently again. You grumble but relent and allow your boyfriend to snuggle up to you. He presses another kiss to the nape of your neck as he settles in.

“Didn't get to see you much today, sleeping beauty," he continues. You're entirely much too tired to do anything more than mumble, but Luke doesn't seem to mind. His arms wrap around your middle as he presses against you and oh.

Luke was hard. He doesn't try to grind against you or do much more than snuggle, but it's certainly caught your attention. You feel yourself wake up a bit more to peek over your shoulder at him. His cheek is squished against your shoulder blade, his annoyingly long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he tries to get some sleep.

"Luke," you whisper and watch as his eyes flutter open. He smiles sleepily at you and before he can ask what's wrong, you're twisting to press a kiss to his perfectly parted lips. His words die into a soft moan as he kisses you back. You languidly lick into his mouth like you have many times before but it never gets any less exciting.

Luke seems content like this, his hands coming to cup your face gently with no intention of slipping down. While you can appreciate how sweet your boyfriend is, the pooling wetness in your panties does not. Taking his hand, you guide him lower, just above your pantyline. Luke's lips curve into a smirk just as his fingers slip past the waist band.

Luke's fingers had always been a sort of fixation for you. Well, Luke himself was your fixation but his fingers had haunted your thoughts almost daily even before you got together. It was almost maddening seeing his fingers tap on his knees when he was bored or when he had bandaged them after an intense training session. How many times had you imagined them curled inside you or pressed against your tongue? Probably endless. And now here you were with him knuckle deep inside as he slowly pumps them in and out.

You grasp tightly at his biceps, trying desperately to keep kissing him but failing miserably as you moan his name. Luke shushes you with a grin, slowing down when you get too loud. When you whimpered a stuttered "please Luke" he speeds up again.

"Gotta be quiet for me, baby, can you do that?" He pants against your ear, and you nod so quick you're almost dizzy. Luke curls his fingers just so and curses as you clench around him. He breaks the kiss to hazily stare down to where his fingers disappear inside you before locking eyes with you again.

"Feel good? Think you can cum like this?"

You nod, letting your head tilt back against the bed as your hips stutter. Luke leans in to kiss at your neck, mouthing at your jumping pulse. Somehow through the fog in your brain you manage to reach down to palm at him through his pants, which causes his rhythm to falter. He shoves his face deeper into your neck to not moan and wake up your siblings making you whine.

Luke shuts you up with a kiss as he bucks into your palm, fingering you with growing urgency. You feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, pulling away to warn him. Luke's having none of it as he surges forward to kiss you again, swallowing your cries of pleasure. All too soon, you tumble over the edge with a muffled cry of his name, soaking his hand. Luke works you through it, only slowing as you start to lift your hips away.

Your hand continues to palm at him sloppily, but Luke can't seem to get enough. His fingers pull free from you to suck on as he grinds harder. When his breath hitches you know he's close and redouble your efforts. Luke clasps his hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back as he cums. It's a beautiful sight, one you hope to photograph one day.

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Leading Kronos’s army was a full-time job, leaving Luke almost zero time for you, let alone himself. He constantly found himself snapping at people left and right with all his pent-up energy, and it was only a matter of time before you got sick of it. So when he raises his voice at you and tells you to leave him alone, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You knew he would be in his room that night going over plans and muttering to himself, so that’s when you would strike.

Knocking twice on his door, you wrap your sleep robe a bit tighter around yourself. Who knew what would happen if someone caught you out here. When he doesn’t answer right away you get antsy and knock harder. Luke lets out a muffled swear before opening the door harshly.

“What the fuck do you want?“ His sneer softens slightly when he sees it’s just you before dragging a hand down his face. “What? I’m busy-“

Before he can finish, you push past him into his room. It’s a total mess, papers and clothes strewn about. Probably done during some ranting session to Kronos. Luke chokes on his words in surprise that you disregarded him so causally before whirling around to grab at you. You quickly side step and sit on his unmade bed. Patting the mattress, you beckon him closer.

“Cmere Luke,” You say, crooking your finger to call him over. He blinks at you for a moment before pulling a face of indignation.

“You can’t just barge in here! I’m working-“ He sputters, brows furrowed as his voice raises. You swiftly cut him off.

“I said come. here.”

Luke’s lips press into a firm line, he doesn’t know why he obeys, but comes to sit down next to you. His eyes travel over your bare legs, seemingly finally taking in your outfit. His shoulders are stiff with stress, eyebags stark against his tanned skin. Even his scar is more prominent than usual. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing at the warm skin.

“You’ve been really stressed recently,” You coo. Luke’s eyes flutter for a second at the soothing feeling. “Let me take care of you honey.”

Luke sags into your touch for a briefest moment before his brows furrow. His brown eyes open once more and he starts to pull away with a heavy sigh.

“Can’t.” He says gruffly, gesturing to the piles of parchment on his desk. “I have a lot of work to do.”

You sigh, knowing this was a possibility. Luke rejecting your advances to play strategist for a bit longer. But enough was enough. You were sick of how he was treating everyone and you were going to stop it in its tracks tonight. Your hand tugs his face to look at you again.

“Let me take care of you Luke.” You try again only for him to shake his head once more.

“I said I’m busy. What apart of that do you not understand?” He spits but is abruptly interrupted by your hand cracking against his cheek. The sound reverberating around the room as his brain lags trying to process what just happened.

“See I was trying to be nice to you Luke. Wanted to make you feel so good and relaxed. All you had to do was listen.” You rant, standing over him now. Luke looks up at you in shock, hand lightly touching his now red cheek.

“Go sit at your fucking desk.”

Luke blinks owlishly again at your command, unmoving. You point to his chair again with more force and he finally stands. Trudging over to his desk, he looks over just as you start to untie your robe. Things were supposed to go so well tonight. You had planned this out completely only for him to be a brat. Luke’s eyes go wide as he drinks in the sight of your lingerie. He moves to stand but that just won’t do.

“Sit down,” You say sternly, standing behind him. “Gave you so many chances. You wanna work so badly? Go on.”

Luke tries to argue but you move his head to focus on his plans. Your grip is firm and unrelenting, strength slightly marveling him. Was he so exhausted he couldn’t even move his head away from you? Luke tries to focus again on the plans, mentally cursing himself for denying himself this pleasure when your hands start to trail down.

“What are you..?” He gasps out as his hand trembles on the paper. You click your tongue as you unbuckle his pants.

“Being way too nice to you.” You hiss as you start to shove down his underwear next. Luke’s head lolls back for a second as you start to pull him out, but a hand comes up to grab his jaw and force him to keep working.

“No you wanted to focus on work. You’re gonna work.”

Luke groans, trying to focus on the strategies in front of him but your hands are so damn distracting. His hands grip the parchment so hard it threatens to tear under his hold. His cock hardens embarrassingly fast, already so heavy and leaking in your palms. You chin tucks itself on his shoulder as you peer down.

“So pent up,” You whisper. “If only you let me help you the way I wanted.”

Luke screws his eyes shut as he listens, hips starting to buck into your fist. Deep groans rip from his throat as precum spills all over your fingers. His tip was like a faucet at this rate and he almost whimpers as your thumb circles the slit.

“I can do it nooooow” He moans, breath coming out in harsh pants as he reaches his peak. You tut in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Stand up.” You order and he hastily obeys. Scrambling out of the chair he tries to face you before you force him to keep facing the desk. He tries to ask what’s going on before you reach around to jerk him off from behind.

“Oh fuck…fuck…fuck wait I’m gonna cum” Luke moans, voice climbing a few octaves as he watches your hand fly over his cock. He’s starting to leak onto his desk and panic sears in his chest at the thought of messing up his plans.

“Wait! Fuck go-gonna cum! Can’t!” Luke cries out but doesn’t stop his hips as he fucks your fist. You just chuckle against his back as you squeeze tighter.

“Go on Luke, cum on those plans you love so much,” You coo. Luke lets out an embarrassing whimper as he listens and cums all over the battle strategies he’s been losing sleep over. Catching his breath, he can only watch in a daze as the parchment soaks through. You press a kiss to his shoulder as he calms down.

Luke was the perfect human pillow. Not too warm, not too firm, his heartbeat always lulling you to sleep. So when you want to nap and he’s not around, it definitely rubs you the wrong way. How dare your boyfriend not constantly be at your beck and call? You’re only half-joking with that thought. So, you haul yourself up from your cozy bed and wander around camp for him.

To your dismay, Luke isn’t in his normal spots. It’s getting a bit frustrating now since you really want to take a nap. You ask around and no one’s seen him for ages. You huff in annoyance and curse the fact phones aren’t allowed at camp. Of course you could always sleep without him but you always just slept so much better with his arms around you.

“Heard you were looking for me” A deep voice says in your ear, causing you to jump. Whirling around you come face to face with your sweaty boyfriend who’s sporting a shit eating grin.

“Where were you?” You huff, shoving at his shoulder. Luke just laughs and pulls you into a hug, shoving you face first into his sweat soaked shirt. You struggle for a few minutes while he keeps you there as he snickers.

“Was training some kids for capture the flag. What did you need?” Luke explains, letting you pull away slightly so he can look at you. You huff and purse your lips at him.

“Wanted to nap with you”

Luke smirks and shakes his head but presses a kiss to your hairline. After another minute he lets you step back so you can breathe again.

“You’ve been looking for me for hours so you could nap?” He teases, but it’s more lighthearted than actually exasperated. Shrugging, you wrinkle your nose at his sweatiness. His lips twitch into another smirk before he sniffs himself, smirk morphing into a grimace.

“How about I shower and we can rest a bit together?” He offers and you nod. Trudging back to your cabin, you wonder if Luke will be able to stay extra late tonight. Most of your siblings were away in the mortal world living their own lives, but a few stayed behind like you.

It definitely takes Luke longer than usual to climb into your bed; you’re already halfway asleep. You stir as his arms wrap around you, snuggling into his chest. He smells nice, like the blackberry soap he smuggled in last month. Cracking open an eyelid, your gaze lands on his bicep and the vein that juts out, practically calling your name. Just a nibble couldn’t hurt right? With that, you chomp on his bicep and hear him suck in a breath.

“What are you doing?” Luke grumbles, but doesn’t move. Instead flexing for you so you had more to bite. You hum around his flesh, chewing just a tad. Upon release, you soothe the bite mark with your tongue to feel him shiver. Luke tugs at your hair to get you to kiss him, your mouths moving nice and slow against each other.

Luke was a possessive man. You knew this better than anyone, so his current state didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Yet you don’t think it’ll ever stop being as hot as it is. Luke has you pinned to your bed, lips trailing over your hips and thighs. Whimpering, you tug at his hair to hear him groan.

“Shhhh baby, just a few more. You can take it right?” Luke murmurs against your flesh, nipping gently at your hipbone. Your hips buck as you gasp, nodding desperately. You should have known this is how you would end up, especially after seeing how dark his gaze was earlier.

You didn’t even mean to tease him! It’s summertime, who wouldn’t go to the lake to cool off? Luke had been all for it, but the second he saw your swimsuit, all bets were off. You had had to smack his hands away more than once, both from your ass and also from dipping into your bottoms. He had grumbled, whispering in your ear he’ll be sure to take care of you later. Only serving to make you shiver.

Now here you were, legs spread for your boyfriend as he leaves hickies all over your body, primarily focusing on your hips and thighs. Luke wanted to make sure people knew who owned you. Who made you feel this good. As he sucks another mark on your inner thigh, he finally, finally sinks a finger inside you. A gasp rips from your throat as you clench around him, making him moan.

You squirm in his grasp, Luke’s face burrowed in your stomach as you try to make your escape. Exasperated, you tug at his dark curls, voice taking on a scolding tone.

“Luke, we have to go. Dinner starts soon.” You try to be firm, but it’s almost impossible to deny your boyfriend. He grumbles, arms tightening around your waist even more as you try to deny him.

“Cmon…we haven’t had any time to ourselves recently” Luke coaxed, voice muffled against your shirt. “Who cares if we miss dinner?”

“I do.” You answer, trying to pry his strong arms from around you. Luke doesn’t seem to take kindly to this, tugging you even closer if possible. “I’m not missing dinner for you Luke, I’m hungry enough as it is.”

“I’ll get you something later” he promises, finally looking up at you. His brown eyes shine with a neediness you haven’t seen in a minute, breaking your heart. “Just lay down with me. Just for a bit. Okay?”

Even before dating Luke, you had noticed how nice his back was. Shoulders big and broad with great arms to match, his waist tapering off nicely. You often found yourself staring at it either in bed (after leaving your claw marks) or as he was training. You had told him once he was your greatest distraction to which he seemingly found hilarious. He always puffed his chest a bit more while his smirk widened when he would catch you staring. Today though, you were staring for a different reason. 

He walked stiffly, not fully able to turn around to greet you. Luke’s shoulders were tense, his entire body language was screaming exhausted. When your hand had touched his back at breakfast, you found yourself feeling how hard his muscles felt. Luke hissed as you pressed down, confirming your suspicions. Luke needed a massage. Luckily for him, he had an amazing girlfriend who was more than willing to help. He didn’t need much convincing at all and you found yourself straddling his back while he laid shirtless on your bed not too long after. 

You had to be just the kindest person in all of camp Luke thought. If he was the big brother to these campers, you had to be the big sister. You were always looking out for others, growing people’s favorite flowers for their birthdays, and even grew medicinal plants to help with the Apollo kids.

Not only were you the kindest, but Luke had to admit you were quite beautiful. He wasn’t one to get hung up on looks, but his eyes were always drawn to your pretty face when you were near. And it wasn’t just his eyes drawn to you.

(Had to drop this for pride month. Fem!Luke I need your strap)

Luke Castellan was the greatest swordsman in the last 300 years, anyone could tell you that. So when you needed extra training, you knew exactly who to go to. A smirk played on her lips as you begged her to teach you but nonetheless she agreed. You gave an extra portion of your food at dinner as a thank you to your godly parent for the opportunity. It was just a few lessons here and there when she felt like it but you couldn’t be happier. 

Training with Luke was tiring, exhausting even. She was relentless and somehow no matter how hard you tried, she always ended up disarming you. It was humiliating how often you found yourself flat on your back with her sword pointed at your throat, her smirk widening with each defeat. But you couldn’t deny how gorgeous she was with her dark curls frizzy from sweat and her toned arms flexed as she swung.