#piper’s askbox

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

watching the umbrella academy 👀

REMI!!!!!!! OH MY GOODDDDDDD YED YES YES YES ITS THE TV SHOW OF ALL TIME!!!!! UMBRELLA ACWDEMY!!!!!

#piper’s askbox #piper talks to the beloveds #ok but when i watched it after reading the interview where gerard said that the hargreeves were based on his bandmates 😭😭😭 #I CANT UNSEE THE SIMILARITIES #ahhhgh remi iys actually the best dshow ever i lobe it soooososososo much #tua

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

hi hi hi

hi !!! hru?

#asher answers #PIPER IN MY ASKBOX HELL YEAH #we dont talk much but i love talking to u

[kaleidoskuls]

REMI IS THAT A FIVE HARGRE VE S PROFILE PICTURE I SEE!?????!!

YESSSS JT IS IM DONE WITH TUA AND THE LITTLE GJY IS MY FAVORITE

#piper <3 #moot tag :P #remi's askbox

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

I need more Lost trio drawing ideas other than "Piper third wheeling Valgrace" and "Piper and Leo Besties....and Jason too ig"

PLEASE I BEG YOU put some lost trio doodle ideas in my askbox 🙏🙏🙏

#the lost trio #the lost hero #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #Valgrace #platonic liper

[ask-the-sagents]

Hey Amanda did you know piper has a crush on someone?

First Previous Next

Askbox is open!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #agent 5 #agent 4 #amanda

[yonemurishiroku]

https://www.tumblr.com/yonemurishiroku/719280649358442496/what-belongs-to-the-sea-always-returns-to-it-its?source=share

My brain quickly set up a tragedy.

After a hard battle [with Gaia or another fight], Percy is badly, almost fatally wounded, but they still try to save him.

Will is pale as death and almost faints, but still presses his sparkling gold palm to Percy's wound.

Jason sits on his knees next to him, pressing Percy's palm to his chest and constantly talks to him, reminding him of their common dreams and hopes, begging him to hold on.

Tears flow from his eyes like a river, and his voice breaks.their friends crowded around in a semicircle — Annabeth is sitting on her knees and banging her fist on the ground, she had to come up with a better plan so that the fish brain would not have to go into trouble again, Piper comforts her by pressing the girl's head to her chest, although she herself is crying.

Frank hugs a crying Hazel, who repeats like a mantra that Percy is strong and will definitely get out, although his nose is red and salt burns his eyes, Poseidon's son was an older brother and friend for them.

Leo stands to the side with his head bowed low, the lenses of tears dripping onto the ground, if he were faster or stronger, or just more useful.

Nico is sitting next to Will, looking incredulously at Percy's fading soul, it just can't be that Percy Jackson died like that…

But when Percy's heart almost stops, his eyes close, and his breathing subsides, an unexpected happens…

His body turns into water, pure azure-blue ocean water, the contours of the figure, eyes and hair are outlined in bright white light.

At first, the guys naively rejoice, believing that this is either Poseidon's blessing, healing Percy and saving his life, or some special trick of Poseidon's child…

Percy gets to his feet as if nothing had happened and looks into the distance, not paying attention to anyone.

When a joyful Jason tries to hug him, he falls through him, soaking his hair and clothes, as if he walked through a waterfall, and did not try to hug his beloved guy…

Then Annabeth recovered from the shock, she smiles reassuringly at Percy and promises him in an excited voice that they will come up with something, return him to normal.

Percy uncomprehendingly raises a white sparkling eyebrow and in a strange deep soft voice, rising and falling like a sea wave, asks what a normal state means, he is already at his best.

surprise and silence hang for a while, only Hazel started babbling about "they will accept anyone Percy" and "they will definitely learn to live with him like that"…

Then suddenly the clouds in the sky part and the sun covers the sea surface with gold and Percy turns his head to him.

"Father," he says tenderly and entranced, "he's calling me, I have to go home...

his voice is so strong and caring, I'll be fine there.

"Percy turns to the ocean and moves towards it with confident, even steps, swaying slightly, like an azure-white waterfall.

out of surprise, the guys don't even try to stop him, all except Jason, he quickly gets to his feet and runs after him.Chiron joins him quite unexpectedly.

They catch up with Percy, Chiron just stands aside, watching Jackson with an expression of heavy sadness on his face, and Jason begs him at all costs to remember who he is and not give up, Percy smiles at him tenderly and says to the son of Jupiter; "I am Percy, I am a child of the sea, I am one with the ocean.

"Percy kisses Jason, leaving bitter salt on his lips and a mute promise to remember and love him.

Percy goes into the water turning into not even a ghost, but just a white light.

Jason falls to his knees and sobs.

Chiron comes up to him and puts a fatherly hand on his shoulder.

This is definitely something that should belong to AO3 museum and not my poorly managed askbox excuse ME I have to stay in the corner and cry for the next 3 hours why must you hurt me in this way.

#HELP THIS IS SO SAD #IT ISN'T ENOUGH WITH JASON IS IT #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jason grace #percy jackson #jercy #dead percy jackson #jercy prompt #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw? #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #frank zhang #annabeth chase #piper mclean #will solace #solangelo #pipabeth #frazel #leo valdez

[the-toarchives]

Welcome to the ToArchives!

This blog was created to bring you all the ToA content on tumblr without any of the crosstagging!

As we all know, due to ToA being (unfortunately) a small section of the fandom, the tags are often spammed with content unrelated to ToA, the events, and the characters within the books. I decided to make this blog so we could have a place without any of that and so we could easily share and find other Apollogists! <3

Run by: @burning-moths

For the tags I regularly go through, check the tags on this post

I tag reblogs with type of content, characters/ships involved, and OP's username

My DMs and askbox are always open, feel free to reach out with any questions, concerns, etc. <3

What I will reblog:

Anything and everything ToA related

All ships (they will be appropriately tagged to aid filtering/blocking)

Art, fic, meta, and shitposts alike (again, tagged)

Cabin 7 content

What I will not reblog:

Content involving only pre-toa Apollo (and no post-toa)

Previous point goes for other characters as well (eg. Piper, Percy, Nico etc)

Solangelo / Perpollo etc content that is not clearly influenced by toa / does not involve other characters from toa

Content not focused on toa (eg. headcanon posts with only one or two headcanons about toa characters)

Anyone talking about the characters or the series in a negative way

Kindly remember that I am just one person and it is difficult to stay on top of everything. In case your post gets missed, feel free to DM me with the link

If you want to ensure that I see your post, or notice a post with ToA content that you think should be on here, feel free to tag me in it or send it to me

We are a small fandom, and I am always happy to reblog posts again, so don't worry whether I've seen it already! And if you wish your post had gotten more notice, feel free to message me and ask for it to be reblogged again!

I also always do my best to tag everything, but in case I miss something or you would like for another tag to be added, feel free to DM

#toa #trials of apollo #the trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #apollogists

[v1-official]

YOU COME INTO MY DM'S, ASK FOR MY TIME? TELL ME TO COME INTO YOUR SHITTY LITTLE ASKBOX, AND AMUSE YOUR FOLLOWERS, AS IF I'M SOME TOOL TO BE MADE USE OF! Angels are booked for an hourly rate, V1, and mine is TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS! And you asked for a rush order today, so that will double the rate! It'll be 400 dollars for this little Sado-Masochism Session; i hope you're prepared to pay the fucking piper!

Oh, and by the way! You need to rank up your fucking style points, V1! Try switching weapons every now and then! It's DISGUSTING the way you fight!

v1// Do.. do you... (hahaha), do... Do you take Arby's Gift Cards?

#ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #c//v1

[therealmaquaroonie]

List 5 things that make you happy, then send this to the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! :)

oh!! hi!! um uhh

Plants/Botany :> I love plants, even the ones people consider weeds! Did you know nettle is edible? Dead nettle and stinging nettle can be used in salads and tea! Just be sure you harvest from a pesticide/herbicide free source and get all the needles off of them first!!

Architecture!! I love brutalist buildings surprisingly, but I also like 60's-70's era housing!! There's also a Vertical Forest building that I love love LOVE!! I also have an extreme love for liminal spaces such as empty old malls, empty airports, barren supermarkets, ect.

Animals!!! I like animals so much!! I have two kitties, Piper and Pumpkin!! But my favorite animals include isopods, crabs, parrots, and bovines!! (And so many more, but this would be super duper long if I mentioned everything)

SCULPTING!!!!! I make littlest pet shop customs, and i sculpt a LOT to make them!!! I love working with clay!!! I have also made several other pieces (of which I really need to show someday- like Gerald, my snack bowl!!)

Hoodies!!!! Hoodies are my favorite item of clothing!!!! I have sososo many but my top favorite two include my green hoodie (which i draw my sona in a lot) and my high school merch hoodie!!!

#maq rambles #maq./asks

[heavens-hr-department]

welcome to our blog!

heya! we're saint or jasper, whichever you like better. we're a polyfrag DID system that kind of mixes around seeing ourselves as parts of one whole and separate people- most of our truly distinct alters are seen as separate people working together to live one life and the fragments get referred to as parts as a general rule of thumb, but ultimately we let each alter make their own decision on which to use. we also call ourselves plural.

collective info saint/jasper he/they 19 years old (turning 20 on 11/11/2023) prof dx'd DID links/other stuff carrd (read more about our interests, alters, and boundaries here!) twitter (we get.. very chaotic on there..) ask for discord

people who have their own tags/will generally be seen around (note: you can read more about these guys on our carrd!) piper | she/her | #piper🪐 gavin | he/him | #gavin🍃 horizon | he/him | #horizon☂️ kiwi | they/them | #kiwi🥝 flint | he/him | #flint⚡ tiamat/reef/anatomy | she/they | #tiamat🔱 connoisseur | she/it/they | #connoisseur🪶 ko | he/ve/fae | #ko♦️

other info we don't have a dni we'll just block you if we don't want you interacting pro-endogenic generally but not uncritical of the community new to tumblr be patient with us lol sending things to our askbox is HIGHLY encouraged pleaseee we love interacting with people and answering questions

#dissociative identity disorder #did system #actuallydid #plural #pluralgang #piper🪐 #gavin🍃 #horizon☂️ #kiwi🥝 #flint⚡ #tiamat🔱 #connoisseur🪶 #ko♦️

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

OMG ANOTHER EMO BYLER SHIPPER!!!!!!

yes 😎

also emo mike truthers hit me up can we talk about the mcr codedness of this man please

#he would also love fall out boy. because. #ok just punk/emo/alt mike. come ON #alt mike and grunge will #pls #piper’s askbox

[blck-drgn]

Hey! List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you. (no pressure :))

Guys, when I say I'm open to questions directed at me, I mean questions directed at me or anything related to my characters or projects. I don’t really like such interactives, because I don’t like sending such mailings. I will answer this for the last time; subsequent similar requests will be ignored or simply deleted. Let me make a remark: I DO NOT like interactivity with mailing lists. I love questions like this, but without sending them to my friends, etc.

I can’t call these things, since these are living people, but these are the ones on whom my last nerve cells rest and what prevents me from going to hell and doing something stupid:

Actor Ethan Hawke. I really like the works with his participation, and he himself is very interesting as a person, and not as an actor.

Tobias Forge. DAMN, HAVE YOU SEEN HIS PROJECTS AND HOW HE CAME TO WHAT HE HAS NOW? His projects and desire to try new things are just something. And his music? God, I’m ready to listen to it 24/7. Literally, when I’m really feeling bad, I ONLY listen to his songs. It really saves and calms me down.

lumen-anima. My dear friend from this site. Seriously, interacting with this person makes me smile every time we text or whenever she posts absolutely anything with her drawings. She is a wonderful artist!

Actually… Nothing more. I'm only holding on thanks to these three! I don't have a suitable picture with me, so keep my little twins: Piper and Ray х)

[carcrash429]

Passing this ask game on: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers. <3

oh geez I didn’t see this when it was asked, sorry for the delay!

in no particular order:

mountains

sand pipers/plovers

babies giggling when you make faces at them

a perfectly ripe peach

the specific scent of cool humidity on spring mornings

#ask game #thanks for asking :)

[eddiebillysteve]

cat and mouse

(( harringroveson prison au ))

chapter eight | find the rest here

pairing | billy hargrove/steve harrington + billy hargrove/eddie munson + billy hargrove/eddie munson/steve harrington

summary | eddie is jealous + a flashback to his first time with one of billy's 'friends'

a/n | mungrove heavy chapter, but stevie will be back for the next one! i absolutely adore reading comments/thoughts/headcanons, so feel free to message me or drop in my askbox anytime. a special shoutout to my mermaid anon - ArielGemini - for giving me all the ideas for eddie's first time pleasing someone else! fiind it on ao3 here !!

warnings | prostitution, dubcon-ish, dom/sub talk, billy seeing his pets as his property and also being an asshole that can't deal with his feelings, mentions of the branding, daddy kink, possessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, jealousy, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), general prison talk, stuff like that !!

tag list | @whoringrove @darkandstormyslash - let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates !!

“Got a real busy afternoon ahead of you, sweetheart. Eat up.” 

Billy pushed Eddie’s tray towards him, trying and failing to hide the smirk lingering on his lips. Eddie had absolutely no idea what he was in for, but it was going to be a treat. 

Saturdays and Sundays were supposed to be for resting after working all week — they were completely free from the moment the cell doors opened in the morning to the second they locked back up at night; the inmates didn’t even have to go for meals if they didn’t want to. Most of them slept in, some ate noodles for dinner so they didn’t have to move and could relax all day long, but not Billy. 

Sundays were for catching up with his drug dealings, and Saturdays were officially for other things now that he had Eddie, who was still new and fresh with big doe eyes and the tightest ass Billy had ever fucked. 

He was going for a pretty penny. He raised the price, depending on what the customer wanted and how fucked up their kinks were, but he only had a few rules.

No injuries that would last longer than a week, and no daddy kink. He was Eddie’s daddy— no one else. He’d knock the teeth in of anyone who tried to get him to use the title. Master was fair game, as was Sir, but not ‘daddy’. 

Eddie didn’t think too much about it. He couldn’t, or else it’d drive him crazy. He’d learned that quickly — just like everything else. Since the day he’d started dealing he knew if he ever got arrested he’d have to play the role of bitch to survive behind prison walls, and now he was paying the piper. 

Instead, he shoved honeycomb cereal into his mouth a little faster, eagerly clearing the entire tray. It was the first time Billy hadn’t taken anything off of it and he devoured every last bit of it.

When they got back to the cell, Billy crowded him against the corner, trapping him in with nowhere to run. “My sweet boy,” he murmured, one hand reaching up to touch over Eddie’s cheek, the other resting on the wall. “You’ve been real good for me, haven’t you? You do everything I say.” 

The tone was making Eddie nervous and he shrunk down a bit, hiding behind his bangs. They were long, in his eyes, and he was always trying to shove them away — except for this moment. In this moment he was thankful to have something to hide behind because Billy’s eyes were eating him alive.

“You’re not afraid, are you, sweetheart?” Billy leaned in closer, words a whisper, but Eddie couldn’t move his head back any further. The gap started to close. “I know I can be a little mean when we play, but you know Daddy would never hurt you. Not unless you’re a bad boy and you make me.” His hand spread out, cupping Eddie’s jaw. “Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie nodded his head, cheeks turning the sweetest shade of red because he still wasn’t used to the nickname. He’d wanted the ground to swallow him up the first time Billy made him say it, and although it got easier each time, it still wasn’t natural. 

“Good boy,” Billy only pulled back from him to glance towards the tiny little clock they had. “Now, I’ve got a friend coming to see you, and you’re gonna be real nice unless you want to piss me off. You wouldn’t want to do that, would you, my little star?” 

Eddie hated that the nickname put butterflies in his belly. It had sprung up after he’d told Billy about how much he loved playing the guitar and how he’d had a band on the outside. Billy had teased him about being a rockstar, which turned into his nickname being his little star. 

He shook his head until Billy raised his eyebrows in that way that told him to use his words. “Never,” he whispered, but he didn’t know how he felt about one of Billy’s friends coming around. He’d met Argyle and Tommy and a few of the others, but no one new had ever come to their cell. Especially not to see him. When Billy did his dealing business, he went out, usually over to Argyle’s. It was never the other way around. 

“Good,” he smiled, so soft, so kind, and for a second Eddie wanted to lean in and kiss him. Billy could be so cruel but he was the only one that could make him feel better, the only one that would wipe his tears and hold him tight and murmur to him about how they’d go to whatever concert Eddie wanted when they both got out. 

Sometimes he pretended Billy was his boyfriend, and those moments were blissful. He lived for them. 

He knew Billy knew he did it, too, but Billy had never brought it up. If anything, he just dropped crumbs here and there whenever he was in a good mood to feed the fantasy.

“You’re not gonna leave, right?” He whispered, but when Billy didn’t immediately answer, panic started to spread along his chest. “Billy? You won’t leave me, right?” 

“Shh,” Billy hushed him, rubbing his thumb over Eddie’s lips. “I’m not going anywhere. Gonna stay right here and enjoy the show.” It was only because it was the first time, he told himself. He didn’t want Eddie to fight and get himself into trouble. Besides, he hadn’t rented anyone out in awhile. He needed to make sure his clients weren’t completely out of line.

Eddie nodded his head a bit, about to let out a sigh of relief, when there was a knock on the door. It was more like a thump than a knock, and Eddie almost yelped from the surprise of it. Billy grinned at how jittery he was, and opened the cell enough to let the so-called friend in. 

It was a man in his earlier forties or so, ripped and tanned with tattoos slinking along his skin. Eddie though he looked quite a bit like a wall — large, broad, tall. 

He felt pathetically small beside him. Like he was lanky, scrawny. Even Billy looked a bit small on side of him.

“He’ll be real good for you. Promise,” Billy shook the man’s hand before backing up and sitting himself down on the closed toilet lid. Eddie looked to him for help, about ready to race to him, but one tiny gesture was all it took to plant him in place. “He’s tight. The tightest fucking thing I’ve ever stuck my dick in. You rip him and it’s an extra fifty.” 

“What?” Eddie’s eyes flew open in a panic, pressing his body back against the wall to get as much distance between him and the man as possible. 

“Quiet, Eds. Grown ups are talking,” Billy taunted, putting his finger to his lips to silence him. 

“Yeah, alright. You got the money?” The man’s voice was a bit gruff, and he reached out to slip his hand along the sliver of skin just above the waist of Eddie’s trousers. His eyes devoured every last inch of Eddie that he could see.

“Got it. You know the rules. Have fun,” Billy was grinning the same mean grin that Eddie hated seeing, but his attention was torn back to the man when his face was touched. 

“Jesus, he’s pretty. You should get him in some lingerie, Hargrove. Dress him up all sweet. Put little bows in his hair,” The man grinned as he spoke, twisting a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger, and even though he was looking directly at Eddie, he spoke to Billy like he wasn’t even human— more like he was a doll. 

“I’m working on it,” Billy spread his legs and held onto the toilet between them in order to lean forward a bit. “Go on, pretty baby. Take off your clothes. Show him what he’s bought.” 

Eddie’s cheeks were on fire and he hated that his cock was coming to life. He didn’t want to get turned on over being sold for a price he didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop it. 

He’d learned on his first night that he couldn’t stop it and had to try his best to enjoy whatever was happening because his body would whether he liked it or not. It was easier if he tried to work with his body instead of against it. 

The betrayal that came when his body reacted no matter what he was feeling, no matter how afraid or sickened he was, was the worst torment he’d ever experienced. It was gut wrenching. 

His movements were hesitant, slow, as he peeled the sweatshirt off, and he looked to Billy for approval — or maybe encouragement — before he took off his bottoms. All Billy had to do was clear his throat, quirk his left eyebrow the tiniest bit, and then he was sliding the prison issued underwear down his legs, too. 

He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life. There were two fully clothed men fucking his naked body with their eyes and he awkwardly tried to do something with his arms instead of letting them hang. He had a few tattoos, a couple littered along his skin, and was quite pale and fairly lanky, but he was beautiful, perfect, even, at least to Billy. The trail of hair from his belly button down was sexy. 

Eddie was afraid the man was about to start frothing at the mouth. 

“Go on, stroke yourself. Get hard. Show him how your cock gets even prettier when it’s hard,” Billy coaxed, and Eddie’s lip quivered a little as he reached to wrap his palm around his member. “Oh, my poor baby. It’s okay, sweetheart. You can cry all you want but you don’t have to feel shy.” There was something nasty about Billy’s tone, how filled with mockery it was. “Keep stroking and bend over. Want him to spread your cheeks and have a look at that tiny little hole.” 

He wasn’t sure he could do it. His body was froze up, hand around cock, eyes trained on Billy. He was scared and turned on and scared of being turned on. Before Billy could warn him to be good and do as he was told, the man was shoving his upper body downwards to be able to spread his cheeks and get a good look. “Oh, shit, Hargrove. He is small. I might tear him.” 

“Like I said, fifty bucks, amigo,” Billy reiterated, reaching out to touch Eddie’s hair as he was close enough while bent over. “Go on. Push a finger in. He likes it dry. Training him to love a bit of pain.” 

There was a snicker, and then a thick finger was being pushed into Eddie’s ass. He let out a whimper, but his cock hardened a bit more in his hand at the feeling. 

It filled out all the way when a big palm came in contact with his bottom and he yelped in pain. “See? He loves it,” Billy snickered at Eddie’s cock. “Do it again. Harder.” 

The second smack made Eddie cry out, hands reaching for Billy. He wanted to be held, cuddled, something, but the most Hargrove allowed was for Eddie to hold onto his thighs. 

It didn’t last very long; after a third smack, the man was yanking Eddie around and forcing him onto his knees. Eddie didn’t need to be told what to do; his fingers automatically went to pull down the trousers in front of him. “Your mouth is all the lube you’re getting, big boy. Make it count.” 

***

There was a long period of silence after Billy had left. For awhile, Eddie had thought Steve had passed out. The sniffling had stopped, he wasn’t twitching his hips against the bed like he wanted to fuck the mattress. He was just still. Eddie rested his head back against the wall, not wanting to be the one to break the silence. 

“Have you got one?” 

Steve’s voice was so small that Eddie had barely caught it at first. He didn’t immediately reply, but gave it a few moments, making sure he had really heard the words correctly.

“No. Never fucked up and called him something I shouldn’t have, I guess,” He muttered in response. 

He hated that he was jealous. It was fucked up, and he knew it was fucked up, but he couldn’t help it. Steve hadn’t even been around for twenty four full hours and he had a marking, something permanent that showed he was Billy’s, yet Eddie had been around for years and had done everything that had ever been asked of him and nothing. 

No tattoo, no branding. No dumb bracelet or ring made out of string or paper. Everyone knew he was Billy’s, at least to some degree now that he wasn’t in his cell anymore, but he had nothing to show for it. 

There were tears prickling at his eyes and he pulled one of his knees up to his chest, picking at the fabric of his uniform. He knew Billy loved him in his own way, had a soft spot for him, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, but now he had to share the little time he had with Billy with Steve. 

Steve was going to weasel his way into Hargrove’s heart if he hadn’t already, Eddie was sure of it. Harrington had the biggest doe eyes, was so naive where Eddie knew too much. He was fresh and new and Billy had a clean slate to play with, a brand new mind to fuck over. He would have so much more fun with Steve now than he would Eddie, who was broken and used and too doting. 

“Does it hurt?” Eddie whispered, taking a glance over to Steve’s rear. He was face down on the bed, trousers still pulled down to where Billy had left them. 

“Obviously.” 

Eddie’s eyes trained on the seared skin. It was red and swollen and raw, looking ugly and sore. It’d heal horribly without the proper care and may not have even looked like a H in the end, but it didn’t matter. The memory would always be there. “You gonna break more rules if I leave you? You’re not gonna try to get off or anything, are you?” 

“No. I’m staying right here, just like this,” Steve muttered, trying to get under the sheet to cover his lower half up. Eddie got up off the bed to make it a bit easier on him, and after staring at him for a few moments, went to the cell door to leave. 

“He’s not that bad if you just listen to him and follow his rules. You’re lucky to be in here, in his cell,” Eddie’s voice was the one that was small then, and Steve turned to look at him to see if he was being serious. 

“Are you crazy? Did you not see what he just did? And you’re saying I’m lucky?” Steve looked offended, but Eddie didn’t have it in him to explain what he meant. It was something Steve would understand in time. 

“Yeah,” he pulled open the cell door. “I am.” 

***

Billy didn’t return until much later in the day. Steve was asleep by the time he’d made an appearance, exhaustion taking over after the fight or flight wore off, but the first thing Billy noticed was that Eddie was gone. 

“Did I not tell you to stay with him?” Was the first thing Billy said after bursting into Eddie’s cell, his bunkie sprawled on the top bunk, high out of his head and eating pot noodles. “Get the fuck out. Have to talk to Munson,” Billy snapped at him, and the man slowly climbed off the bunk and moved around him to leave. 

No one questioned Billy. When he told them to do something, including leaving their own cell, they did it. Unless they were looking to end up in the infirmary for awhile. 

“He was fine. I wasn’t going to just sit there and watch him sleep all day. He said he wouldn’t do anything,” Eddie was on his bottom bunk, novel in hand. It was one he’d read a million times, his hand writing sprawled along the margins and pages wore. 

It was one Hargrove had given to him on his first Christmas on the inside, their first Christmas together.

Billy narrowed his eyes, cocking his head to the side. His frown slowly turned into the lazy half smile he was so famous for. “You’re jealous.” 

“I’m reading,” Eddie muttered, turning the page. He should have known Billy would know how he was feeling — he always did. 

“Close it. Now.” 

Eddie heaved a sigh as he put in his bookmark. “What?” 

“Kneel down here so we can have a conversation, if you want to act like a little bitch,” Billy pointed to his feet. “You jealous I marked him up, baby? I’ll burn my whole goddamn name on your sweet ass if that’ll make you happy.” 

“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” Eddie shook his head, but he did move to kneel down again. He knew better than to not obey. “I don’t understand how you don’t give a shit about me. Even after all this time. Everything I’ve done—“

Billy let out a dramatic groan. “Jesus Christ, Munson, I didn’t know you were suddenly such a pussy. Should I dress you up all pretty to go with your new attitude, huh? Haven’t done that in a long time.” His grin was wicked, almost a sneer.

“Can’t you just have a normal fucking conversation?” Eddie burst out, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Billy.” 

The outburst surprised him, and Billy bent down a little, hand moving to tip Eddie’s chin up. “Go on then. Let’s have a normal conversation. Use your words like a good boy.” 

“He’s been here two seconds and you’re already in love with him,” Eddie wanted to push Billy’s hand away, but he couldn’t. He wanted more, wanted more attention, more love, more pets. 

“I’m not in love with anybody. Never have been. Would do you good to remember that, sweetheart,” he murmured, and Eddie finally looked up to meet his eyes. They were focused in on him, watching his face like he was a specimen in a lab. “I think you’ve gone too far with that little fantasy of yours.” 

“Fuck you,” Eddie could feel his eyes watering and he desperately tried not to let the tears fall. “You’re either lying, or you’re crueler than I ever thought you could be. You’ve said—“

“I know what I’ve said. I’ve said shit to pacify you, to reel you in,” his lips pulled up into a smile. “You know better than anyone how much I love games.” 

Eddie pulled away from him them, falling back onto his arse to scramble back and away from him. “You’re a fucking cunt, Billy.” 

“And you’re a jealous little whore,” Billy’s smile turned into a nasty grin. “Do you see yourself? You’re upset because I branded him. I burnt his flesh with my initial and you’re jealous that I didn’t do that to you. Some people would say that’s real fucked up, Eds.” 

“Shut up,” Eddie shook his head. 

“He hasn’t even been here two days and you’re already this jealous. What’re you gonna do when I sink into his ass, huh?” Billy taunted. “And what about afterwards, when I climb into bed beside him, and hold him, make him feel better, tell him about the ocean and California and all the other shit I told you, and the one before you, and the one before him?”

There hadn’t been anyone before Eddie. There hadn’t been any other pet before him, not any permanent one, anyway. He’d gotten to practice on others, had sold a few people, but he’d never had anyone of his own. Eddie was his first — and he was special. There was a special place inside of him reserved for Eddie and all the things he said, all the words whispered in the dark about teaching him to surf, and taking him to concerts, and getting a shitty little flat together on the outside, had been true. He’d meant them.

He still meant them. He didn’t know why there was such nasty words coming from his mouth, why he couldn’t just be gentle and real for two fucking seconds.

It wasn’t like he wanted to lose Eddie. He didn’t want to lose Steve, either. He just wanted them both, wanted both of them to be his good boys.

“Get out.” Tears were falling down Eddie’s cheeks, little drops of water on pale skin, and he tried to get up. “Get the fuck out. Get out of here, you absolute fucking ass. I hate you.” 

Billy grinned at him, trying to ignore how the words hurt. They cut through his heart like butter and a part of him wanted to pull Eddie in for a hug, hold him tight, tell him he was sorry. But he didn’t — couldn’t. Instead, his hand reached out, backhanded Eddie hard enough across the face that he went toppling back to the floor. “You’re gonna pay for that one, baby boy. You want me to go? I’m gone. Find someone else to protect you. We’ll see how long it takes for you to come kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness.” 

And then he was gone. No real punishment, no apology. Eddie sunk back to the floor and curled his knees up to his chest, hand reaching to touch the cheek that would have a pretty purple bruise bloom within a few hours.

The worst part of it all was that Billy was right. He would go crawling back, he would try to beg for forgiveness and make it up to him, and the idea of Billy not accepting it, of replacing him with Steve and never speaking to him again, was nearly paralyzing. 

***

With every thrust forward, the man pushed Eddie face a little further into Billy’s lap. He was on his hands and knees, head just about resting on Billy’s thighs. He was a mess, his chin covered in drool that smeared into Hargrove’s sweatpants, skin prickled with sweat and hair sticking to his cheeks. 

The man had milked two orgasms out of him before he’d even started fucking him, just to have him slack and hazy. It had been his first time hitting his own high with a cock down so deep in his throat that he’d gagged on it, and Billy was just about sure it was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. The way he’d struggled around the length of it while trying to cry and moan was something that was definitely going to be recreated again. 

“Look at you,” Billy cooed, wiping Eddie’s hair out of his face. “All drunk on his cock. You remember in the beginning, how afraid you’d been when I told you I was gonna sell you?” He held Eddie’s hair back with one hand and used the other to grasp his chin, force his head up to meet his eyes. “And now look at you. Such a fucking slut. Desperate for any and every cock you can get.” Eddie let out a sound at the words. It was a cross between a whimper and a moan, sad acceptance that Billy was right. “Shh, baby. You don’t have to cry. You’re being a real good boy.”

“How many you think he’s got in him?” The man asked. Beside from the comment he’d given before Eddie had started blowing him, he hadn’t spoken to Eddie at all. It was always to Billy, like the man he was actually fucking couldn’t understand him at all.

“Good question,” Billy hummed as he tipped his head to look underneath his pet. “He’s still dripping. Bet he could give another two before he’s out.” 

The inmate pulled out and Eddie was about to protest when he was pulled upwards. He always preferred to wait for Billy to go soft in him before pulling out. 

A cockwarmer, Billy had called it. He was a pure cockwarming cockslut.

“Now, look at the mess you’ve made,” Billy, still holding Eddie’s hair, yanked it to direct his head downwards so he was forced to look at the puddle he’d produced. “Clean it up.” 

Eddie felt slow, dazed. His first reaction was to reach for the toilet paper that was kept beside the tiny toilet in their cell, but both men burst into laughter. His cheeks had never burned so hot. 

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You don’t need that. You’ve got a perfectly good mouth on you that can do the job well,” Billy sounded genuinely amused. 

“You want me to…” Eddie looked down at the mess. He’d never tasted his own cum before, not directly. He’d tasted it on Billy’s mouth once or twice, but that was about it. 

“No, I don’t want anything. I’m telling you to bend down and lick it up.” 

When he hesitated, one of the two men surrounding him - he wasn’t sure which - pushed him down and held him just an inch or two above the mess. They erupted into laughter again when his tongue sneaked out to dip in it, and he was sure every inch of his pale skin had turned pink from how hard he was blushing.

He wasn’t allowed back up until the floor was clean again.

“Well?” Billy smirked, pulling him back up straight. “Don’t you taste sweeter than sugar, baby?”

Eddie made a face. It didn’t taste much different than Billy’s, but just knowing it was his own made him think it was absolutely foul. 

“Aw. Poor boy didn’t like it,” Hargrove laughed again and let him go to snake his cock out of his trousers. “Come here, sweetheart. I’ve got some more for you. Let’s see how well you use your mouth when there’s someone pounding into you.”

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Inkheart ask game, in response to @takahero 's ask.

Hiii! So, first off, I'm an idiot and my askbox was disabled, but now you can seend asks hopefully without any more problems!

Also these are some really interesting questions!

(These, of course are just my humble opinions, and I'm not saying that if anyone thinks differently is wrong.)

Firefox: If you could read things out of books like Meggie, Mo, Orpheus, and Darius, who/what would you read out?

This is a very interesting question. I don't think I would ever have the heart to read out my favorite characters from books because I'd be too scared that they'd end up feeling out of place like Dustfinger. Maybe I would read out a couple of characters that are about to die and are not even happy in their world, to give them a second chance at life.

But as for objects, YES. Everything, from that one dress that can change appearance in Caraval to, I don't know, the Piper's hat.

A part of me would be tempted to go full gold hoarding like Capricorn and just buy myself a big library, Elinor style.

Mortola: Who, in your opinion, is the worst villain?

I don't really understand if "worst" should be intended as the most terrifying or the one I think was the least engaging to read about.

I think I already mentioned this in an old post but the most well done villain for me is Capricorn. He's cunning, scary, he's very powerful, he gets on your nerves for what he does, like a good villain should. I would have loved to see more of him.

As for the worst, as in the one I think was the least interesting, is the Adderhead. The characters kept talking about how evil he was but honestly he was just gross and I didn't really feel the same aura of danger that Capricorn brought.

The Bluejay: What is your favorite quote?

"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar."

It is quite a long quote from Inkspell but it's definitely my favorite of the whole series. I don't know if it's just me, but every time I reread an old book I often find myself recalling what was I doing while I read it for the first time, where was I or what was I listening to, etc. It's exactly like looking back at a younger me.

I think this quote expresses this feeling perfectly.

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