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Oh, Nico was so fucked.

Not literally, unfortunately for him. He’d love to be literally fucked right now.

But no. Percy wanted to watch him jerk himself off. Make Nico prove that he deserved his older cousin’s cock.

Sharp, green eyes bore into him as he stroked himself, making pitiful noises in the process.

It was embarrassing, truly, how Percy could make him come undone while barely touching him. As it was, Nico was doing all the work while Percy just held his legs open.

“Perce I’m- ah- so close!”

And he was. He felt the familiar tightening in his stomach. But no matter how fast he went or how hard he was, he just couldn’t cum.

Nico looked back into glinting green eyes, and finally pierced together what Percy was doing. He groaned at how wrecked he was for Percy.

“What was that, sweetie?”

“Percy you- ngh- you know what you’re- mmm- doing-” Nico bit his lip.

“And what is that?”

Damn Perseus Jackson and damn those eyes of his.

“You’re fucking nnnh- not letting me,” Nico bit his lip, “cum!”

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you.”

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Just when Annabeth started drifting off, her daddy grabbed her hips.

“mmmm, hey dada…” she greeted sleepily.

“Hey kiddo. Can daddy do something real quick?”

Annabeth wasn’t stupid. She knew what ‘something’ meant. There was just- just a part of her that loved giving herself entirely to her daddy, for him to pick apart and do with as he pleased.

“yeah”

“Ok baby.” he punctuated the sentence with a kiss to her forehead.

At this, one hand wandered lower, under her sleep shorts and between her thighs. He started lazily rubbing at her little clitty.

She curled into him, gripping his old t-shirt, and nuzzling her face into his chest. The feeling of his big hands and the slow friction on her heat made her whine.

“Shh, doll, it’s okay. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

For once, annabeth could wholeheartedly believe that someone would. At this, she melted in his arms, loosening her death grip on him, and quietly humming to fill the silence.

After a needlessly long time rubbing at the little girl through her underwear, Percy finally dragged his hand back up, just to finally slide it under her sleeping beauty panties.

Annabeth let out a soft exhale as one of his big fingers finally breached her little slit.

She rubbed her face on his chest just to feel the soft, worn cotton of his shirt.

After a second, he started pumping his finger in and out of her in time with her deep breaths.

Her daddy kept this pace up for a while, every so often murmuring praise against her hair, or pressing a kiss to her forehead. She squirmed a little bit each time.

After several minutes of this, she started squirming a little more, and more, until her daddy finally took the hint and added a second finger in beside the first.

He kept up his games until she fell asleep in his arms, under a blue comforter, and behind pink tulle curtains.

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Will watched as his siblings—at least those that were still alive—had sex on Kayla’s bed.

He didn’t blame them for seeking comfort in each other, the gods know he used to do the same with Micheal before the Second Titan War.

He had Nico now, though, so he didn’t come to his siblings with that specifically any more. He didn’t think it was his place to, anyhow, with him being the oldest and all. If they wanted to come to him, they were welcome to, but he could take care of himself.

Sometimes he wondered how mortal sibling relationships worked. He knew, on a logical level, that it was frowned upon for them to have intimate relations. But he didn’t really understand.

At camp, it was pretty normal for there to be a lot of sex within cabins. You wouldn’t date within your own cabin, but just to get off, or to be close to someone? Well, you couldn’t blame them for making do with what they have.

Especially when they had virtually no adult role models. They just rolled with the punches. Obviously, Chiron didn’t allow sex at all, but how would he know what goes on in the dead of night, behind the closed doors of cabins full of lustful and lonely teens?

Sure, there were some younger kids, but they were generally left out of the older kids’ activities.

Anyways.

Austin and Kayla hadn’t exactly bothered to cover up what they were doing.

Will was imagining how Kayla was feeling, with Austin pistoning inside her. He tried to fingerfuck himself at the same rate, but it was a little off.

Will did, at least, have the decency to not do it as out in the open as his siblings. He still had a shirt and blanket covering him pretty much fully. He was sure they could guess based on his facial expressions, though, if they bothered to look his way.

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Leo was out for a day alone at the beach. Pretty much all the other campers were at mess hall for lunch at the moment, and Leo needed to catch his breath for a minute.

He was certainly shocked, to say the least, when everyone’s least favorite furie showed up behind him. Whispering in his ear.

He wanted to kick himself for his stupid fight, flight, or freeze response. Normally, he’d be all for fighting and just torching the immortal then and there, but he just couldn’t move.

His muscles wouldn’t cooperate with him, and he found himself dissociating as Alecto pulled his shorts and boxer-briefs off, leaving him in only a shirt and binder.

Alecto positioned him like a doll into sitting on her lap, with both of them about waist-deep in the water. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest at what he knew was to come.

Just as he suspected, she started poking at his folds.

Heat rose in Leo’s face, and he wanted nothing more than to bring his hands up to cover it, but he couldn’t physically bring himself to move at all. So he sat there, watching as Alecto pushed a digit into his hole, not bothering with lube.

He felt all the imperfections on the fingers of her human disguise on their way in. It made him so nauseous he almost barfed all over himself. Somehow, though, he managed to keep his breakfast down.

The drag of her skin and nail along his pussy walls made it hurt in the best way possible.

His pussy clamped up when Alecto tried to add another finger, but she forced it in anyway. It burned and stung. He wondered if this was what other people felt when he burned them with his fire.

His eyes fell shut, and after a minute or two of slow thrusts, he felt the digits retreat completely. The sigh he let out was one he didn’t realize he was holding. He could almost relax.

That was, until he felt something pushing at his entrance once more. He couldn’t quite place what it was based on touch, but when he looked down, it was sand from the bottom of the lake.

That was enough to finally push him into vomiting on himself, ruining his shirt even further than the lake water already was.

Alecto brought her other hand up to his mouth and gagged him, forcing him to fully empty his stomach. When he was reduced to dry-heaving, she finally let up on his throat, but left her fingers in his mouth, absentmindedly tracing his teeth and the flesh of his cheeks.

Meanwhile, she pushed fingerfull after fingerfull of sand deep in his hole. He felt the sand shifting every time he made even the slightest movement.

Eventually, she fucked her fingers into him a few times more before removing them completely again.

This time, when he felt something pushing at his cunt, he looked down to see that Alecto had produced floam from somewhere. Why did an ancient being know what floam was? That was anyone’s guess.

But regardless, she shoved a clump of the stuff in after the sand, plugging him up.

And that wasn’t enough, no, she kept shoving more and more and more until Leo thought he was going to burst.

By the time Alecto apparently had enough and fucked off back to Tartarus or wherever she came from, his stomach protruded a bit, even despite all the vomiting he did earlier. It was enough to make him gag again.

He doubled over in the lake, and dry-heaved for several minutes. His throat burned. It didn’t help that just the movement of doubling over made the slurry of sand and floam shift inside him, which just made him even more nauseous.

When his body finally, finally stopped attacking him from the inside out, he passed out in the lake.

The only reason he didn’t drown was Percy subconsciously surrounding him in an air bubble as he stayed in the lake for several hours.

When Leo woke up, he bolted and shut himself up in Bunker Nine for at least a couple days, refusing to talk to or open the door for anyone.

When he first got there, he removed the floam in the shower, and tried, fruitlessly, to remove the sand. He kept finding sand in his underwear over the course of the days he spent isolating himself.

It got to the point that he started wearing pads just because he couldn’t afford to keep dirtying so many pairs of underwear so fast.

When he finally went twelve hours without finding more sand, he figured that it was finally over. He took the hottest shower the water heaters would allow, threw on a clean outfit, and went back to business as normal.

If anyone asked about the few days he spent alone, he laughed it off as just getting too focused on repairs around Bunker Nine. He was used to hiding his pain anyway.

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Alabaster bit down on his lip, hard. It was just about all he could do to keep quiet, with Luke fingerbangging him into oblivion.

This was, of course, a punishment. Luke never got with anyone outside of punishing them. It was a pretty open secret on the Princess Andromeda.

He also never brought out the one gun on the ship for anything but punishment. Well, that, and the occasional scuffle with mortals.

Now, the little pistol lay innocently on the bedside table of Alabaster’s bed in his room. Technically, Alabaster and a couple of his siblings’ room, but they were on one of the decks, presumably having a much better time than Alabaster was.

When his lip started bleeding, he switched to biting his hand. There would be even more hell to pay if Luke decided he’d been too loud about his punishment.

‘Too loud’ could consist of anything from complaining about it after the fact to so much as whimpering during the act.

Regardless, Alabaster wanted none of the subsequent discipline, which would be much of the same as the treatment he was receiving at the moment.

Then, Luke suddenly pulled his two fingers out, and quietly grabbed the handgun.

Oh fuck, Alabaster was in for it now.

Not that he’d never gotten punished before, but the gun was only for repeat offenses.

Usually one run through from Luke was enough to stave off any repeats for Alabaster. However, in his humble opinion, he shouldn't be punished for simply stealing while they were docked somewhere.

He did know the rules, and that stealing was generally only permitted for children of Hermes, and that those outside of that needed permission, but what was he supposed to do when his youngest sister looked at him like that? Not steal for her? Yeah, right.

Luke wiped the gun off with his shirt, as if to say what Alabaster already knew.

When Luke repositioned himself over Alabaster, the younger boy shut his eyes tight. If he had to feel the damn thing, at least he didn’t have to look at the man putting it in him.

And then he finally did feel the damn thing.

The metal of the barrel was cool and unrelenting against his warm core. It made him gasp, which he tried to muffle, but it didn’t work out great. Fuck, he definitely heard that.

Thankfully, the pistol didn’t have a front sight. Luke had someone remove it so it wouldn’t do too much damage and anything it did do wouldn’t be terrible. He did still need his recruits to be functional after punishment, after all.

The feeling of the cold metal pushing into Alabaster’s hole was certainly one he wouldn't soon forget.

It definitely hurt, Luke having foregone lube. Apparently, he deemed Alabaster wet enough to not need it.

Alabaster was of the mind that he very much did need lube for having a literal gun shoved inside of him.

Fuck, that did not feel real. At the same time as feeling all too real, constantly being pinned down in the present by the friction he couldn’t fucking ignore.

He bit down harder on his hand, trying desperately to keep quiet despite the pain and humiliation he was suffering at the moment. His hand started bleeding, and he licked at the blood to have at least something of a distraction.

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When the barrel of the gun was fully seated inside of Alabaster, Luke wasted no time in starting to move the thing.

He set a brutal pace, relishing in the way Alabaster’s face contorted in pain. It was a guilty pleasure of his—punishing members of the Titan Army. He tried not to like it, he wouldn’t even be doing it if Kronos didn’t make him, but sometimes his coworkers were just so fucking pretty while he railed them with his fingers or a gun.

Tears started to run down the general’s face as the punishment went on, and it took everything in Luke not to wipe at the shining trails of water.

Hopefully Kronos would take the tears as a sign of a job well done, and Luke could avoid going to bed with blood or worse running down his legs for the hundredth time.