#obey me piper

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It wasn't a chocolate coin...

this comic was inspired by this official art by NTT Solmare!! except I couldn't be bothered to draw the actual outfit LMAOOOO

[irishmammonagenda]

Headcannon that Solomon was the Pied Piper, and learnt how to control rats with a flute purely to piss off Barbatos.

[coffinkissez]

posting this before I decide I hate it

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I’d love to receive some requests so you’re free to ask anything you’d like to read

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

I made my final role for the current Nightmare event in Nightbringer. It started with Belphie and ended with Barbatos.

That’s it that’s the post

[bimbo-baggins17]

His Little Lamb: Don Piper

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CW: 18+ MDNI! Smut! Ddlg themes! Don’t like, don’t read! Afab anatomy, fem petnames, cum, fingering. Anyways here’s a little something for our favorite pastor <3

A/N: For my 🧸 anon who came to me privately with this idea <3 mwa I love you sm. Not proofread! Likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated!

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Your eyes are trained on the floor under your feet that dangle off the of the seat in Don’s church office as he stands in front of you, hands on his hips, clearly displeased with you.

“Don’t pout like that. You know what you did was wrong.” He chastises, “I told you to sit and behave three times.” He holds up three fingers to emphasize his point, “And each time you disobeyed and kept fidgeting.” He shakes his head, “I can’t have you disrespecting me like that, little girl.”

With your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out, you look up at him finally, clutching your lamb stuffie a little tighter. “But dada-“

He shakes his head, a stern expression on his face, “Don’t give me an excuse. You deliberately disobeyed me.”

Your pout only deepens.

Don sighs again and shakes his head once more. “Up.” He instructs. He sees the confusion on your face. “What? You don’t think you deserve to be punished for that?”

You shake your head.

He tuts, “Well I say you do. That little display doesn’t look good for me. The pastor’s little lamb squirming the whole service?” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Now get up. Don’t make me tell you again.”

With timid movements you make your way from the chair over to him.

“Bend over the desk, baby.”

Obeying him, you do as your told, keeping a tight hold on your stuffie still.

“You know what happens when you disobey your papa, right?” He steps behind you, hand trailing down your back and pushing your Sunday dress up to expose your panties. His cock was already hardening in his trousers.

You nod your head, stifling a sniffle. “…yes daddy.”

“If you’re a good girl and take your punishment, maybe I’ll go easy this time.” Before you can anticipate what’s coming, he brings his hand down onto your backside with a firm spank.

You squeal and jolt forward. His other hand comes up to your waist and keeps you in place. “No pulling away or I’ll add more.” He warns, his tone stern.

With another sniffle, you nod your head and try to keep from squirming as you anticipate the next swat. Don brings his hand down again with a harsher spank. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, eyes squeezing shut tightly. He continues to spank your now stinging backside that was surely red at this point. It was going to hurt to sit after this. Your eyes start to water as he doesn’t let up on his punishment.

“Doing so good, sweetheart. Taking your punishment so well.” He praises as he lands another swat. “Almost done.”

He counts down from five, giving you that many more spanks before he runs a hand soothingly over your sore ass. “There we go. Not so bad hm? Can’t let my little lamb stray without any consequences.”

You sniffle and shake your head but he doesn’t readjust your clothes. Instead his hand drifts down to the crotch of your panties, feeling how embarrassingly wet you were. “Oh sweet girl. You liked that didn’t you?”

You try to shake your head, to save your dignity but he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Don’t lie or you’ll get more spankings.” His fingers slip under your panties, teasing your dripping heat. “Baby girl…” he coos. “Looks like papa has to help you out, hm?”

You nod your head, “Please daddy?”

“Since you used your manners, who am I to tell you no?” Don lets his fingers slip through your soaked folds, not missing the soft whimper you let out.

He pulls his fingers away before sliding your panties down, the picture of Jesus hung above his desk watching the blasphemous act take place. His hand rubs over your ass before finding your drooling cunt again, easily sliding a thick finger into your reach hole. “Good girl.” He murmurs in approval as he starts to work the digit into you, curling to hit just the right spot.

“Mmph..daddy..” You whine, cheek pressed against the cool wood of his desk. It felt good but you needed more.

“Shh shh, I know baby girl.” He coos before slipping worker finger in. You moan louder, thankful he knew you well enough to know what you needed. “Better?”

“Mhm..t-thank you.”

“Anything for my little girl. Think you can take another one?”

“P-please.”

Slowly he adds a third finger, stretching you out more. Your lamb stuffie still in your grasp but only barely, holding one of the arms as it dangles off the desk. Moans slip easily past your lips.

Don works three of his thick fingers into your cunt, curling to hit your g-spot, the wet squelching filling the small church office. “So greedy.” He breathes out, watching as your pussy swallows his fingers, clenching around them indicating your release growing closer.

“Cum for me sweet girl. Let papa know how good he’s making you feel.”

With his permission, it only takes a couple more thrusts of his skilled fingers before your cunt is clenching tightly around them, making it hard for him to work you through your orgasm. “Good girl. So good for your daddy.”

“Thank you daddy..Mmph..thank you thank you..” You babble in your post orgasm haze, completely blissed out, your legs shaking. “Felt s’good.”

He lets you regain your bearings.

Don chuckled and slips his fingers out of your pussy. You whine at the loss of contact. His eyes drift down, watching as it flutters around nothing. He brings his slick covered fingers up and pops them into his mouth, licking them clean. “Mm,” he hums in approval, “better than holy water.”

He pulls your Sunday dress down to cover you then pats your bottom, “Step out.” He instructs, implying your panties that are around your ankles.

With shaky legs, you tentatively step out of them. You turn around just in time to watch him scoop them up off the floor. He presses the crotch of them to his nose and inhales deeply, shutting his eyes.

Don pulls them away from his face, stepping around his desk and opening the top drawer where he discards them for later use. “You aren’t getting these back.” He says, ignoring the judgmental eyes of the Jesus painting that watched everything unfold. He’d pray for forgiveness later.

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wrote something valgrace again. you can’t stop me I’m a supervillain

~*~

It was a cool summer morning at Camp Half-Blood. The birds were singing, Apollo was riding his chariot across the blue sky, and- wait, was that screaming?

If it was, Jason didn’t hear it. He had just woken up in the Zeus cabin, groggy and grumpy. Usually, he would have been up hours ago, but he had stayed up late with Leo last night. The other boy had been planning something, but Jason didn’t quite catch what it was, as he may or may not have been staring at Leo’s lips.

Oh, who was he kidding. Jason had definitely been staring at Leo’s lips and he had a big, devastating crush on him. Honestly, he should’ve known sooner; with all that time spent laughing at stupid jokes, listening to passionate rants about screwdrivers, and helping assemble mechanic animals, you’d think he would’ve clued in weeks ago.

There was the screaming again. The Stolls must have hidden a speaker somewhere in the cabin. Jason dismissed it, pulled the covers back up, and turned on his side to face the wall.

What he couldn’t dismiss was the voice whispering in his ear. “Jason.”

Jason sat up like he was waking up from a nightmare, only relaxing once he saw who was talking. “Oh my Gods, Leo, why are you here?”

Leo shushed him. “We talked about this last night! I need to hide. Did you clear out enough room under your bed like we planned?” His eyes darted around frantically, but he still had a bright grin on.

Shit. This was what he got for having a stupid crush. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“Damn,” Leo mumbled. “Well. Get out of the bed.”

“Huh?”

“I need to hide somewhere, and since I can’t be under your bed, I’ll have to be on it.”

Jason obeyed, getting up and standing around awkwardly after Leo shimmied under the covers.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Leo peeked up over the blanket and gestured to the spot next to him.

Jason blushed. This was, once again, what he got for having a stupid crush. He accepted his fate with a sigh and got back in the bed. Trying to look casual, he picked up a book from under his bed and started to read.

He felt Leo cuddle closer to his side. “Hide me better, Superman.”

This was what he got for having a stupid freaking crush.

Jason was snapped out of his reverie by Piper bursting into the room. “Jason Norman Grace.”

“Piper Ethel McLean.”

“Where’d you find that name- the 1940 census?”

“I feel like we’re ignoring the fact that you just called me Norman.”

“Do I look like an eighty year old, Norman?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then do not call me Ethel.” She had murder in her eyes, so he was compelled to listen.

“Alright,” he relented, closing his book with one hand. “What’s the matter, Pipes?”

She groaned and tapped her foot impatiently. “Do you have any idea where Leo is?”

Jason made a deliberate attempt not to look to his left, where the boy in question was lying still. Luckily, from where Piper was standing, she couldn’t see the lump next to him in bed. “No. Why?”

“Did you not hear the screaming coming from the Aphrodite cabin?” She gestured outside exasperatedly. “The little shit activated a glitter bomb in there and it got Drew. It’s gonna take a blessing from Aphrodite to get all the sparkles out of her hair.” She crossed her arms and breathed out a laugh. “I mean, I’m proud of him, but I’m also contractually obligated to find him and bring him in for execution.”

Jason hummed thoughtfully. “Try Bunker Nine.”

She shot some finger guns at him. “Thanks, Norman!” She darted out of the door, presumably to find Leo and kick his ass.

“No problem,” he called after her. After he was sure she was out of hearing distance, he elbowed Leo in where he estimated his ribs would be. “They’re gonna kill you, you know that, right?” He hissed.

Leo giggled and popped his head out from under the comforter. “I’m prepared to sacrifice myself to defend the honor of my cabin,” he said as he saluted.

“What’d they ever do to you?”

Leo rolled his eyes and sat up. “Do you ever listen to Piper and I when we gossip? Seriously. This has been going on for weeks.”

“Sorry,” he said truthfully. “I’ll listen next time.”

“It’s okay, man.” Leo patted him on the shoulder. “Basically, at the start of Summer, the Aphrodite cabin stole Jake’s screwdriver. I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but Jake really loves that fucking screwdriver, so we weren’t gonna let it slide.”

He went on and on- about how he and his siblings had retaliated by stealing Mitchell’s hairbrush, how the Aphrodite cabin teamed up with the Hermes cabin to paint the forge pink, and how the Hephaestus cabin melted down their rival’s jewelry to make an evil barbie that dyed people’s hair barf green and spat acid. After they released it into the other cabin, Lacy had walked around looking like a deep sea creature all week.

But the biggest prank so far was the one the Aphrodite cabin pulled last week. They had snuck into the forge when everybody was sleeping and rearranged every single tool they had. When the children of Hephaestus got there early in the morning, they couldn’t find any of the right tools and spent five hours putting them back in the way they were used to.

“There’s gonna be multiple stages- this is why we had to stay up so late last night- and the glitter bombs were only the first. Notice how I said glitter bombs, plural.” Leo grinned mischievously. Jason couldn’t help but return it.

“But where are you gonna hide out all day?” Jason asked. “I think they’re getting out the guillotine right now.”

Leo laughed. “Nyssa and the others have been battening down the hatches ever since Aphrodite’s last stunt. There’s a code on the door now, Celestial Bronze covers on the windows, and bear traps in front of every possible entrance. It’s practically a bomb shelter now! Once the final stage of the plan is in motion, I’ll be able to take cover in there with little to no resistance.”

Jason furrowed his brow. “But where will you be until then?”

Leo snuggled back into the sheets. “I think you already know the answer to that, Jace.”

~*~

The second stage of the plan involved more screaming.

“There it is,” Leo noted, waking up from his nap. “The paint sprinklers.”

Jason looked at him incredulously. “The paint sprinklers?”

“We replaced the water in the pipes with thinned paint early this morning. The plan was for Harley to sneak in while the enemy’s at the lake, light an itty bitty fire to activate the fire prevention systems, and the endgame is a cabin covered in acrylic.”

Leo’s hair was smushed adorably into his face, pillow lines on his cheek. The late morning light filtered through the sunroof and lit up the frizzy edges of his curls. It made him look like a bronze statue or an angel.

Whoops. That was lovesick Jason talking, not… actually, he was fairly certain every part of Jason was lovesick Jason now.

“Uh. Um. When will the third stage be… commencing?” Jason stammered eloquently.

“You’ll know,” Leo answered ominously, nodding with certainty. “Trust me. You’ll know.”

~*~

It was 7:30 in the evening and Leo had been in the Zeus cabin all day.

Piper had been in and out every so often, asking after Leo, getting increasingly frustrated yet amused.

“Norman. I am begging you. Please tell me where Leo is,” She implored while they ate dinner. Leo had skipped to avoid being caught by the camp-wide manhunt.

“I’m telling you Ethel, I have no idea,” he lied straight through his teeth.

When he got back, Leo greeted him with a big smile. “Hey, Superman! How was dinner? Any warrants out for my arrest?”

“It was good. Most of the Aphrodite cabin wasn’t there. They were standing watch instead,” he said, tossing a protein bar and a bag of potato chips at the other boy. “Got these for you.”

Leo caught the bag, but the bar hit him lightly in the forehead. “Aw, thanks, man. You didn’t have to do that.”

Jason was about to respond when another round of screaming erupted from outside. When he peeked out of the window, it was utter chaos.

For once, it wasn’t the Aphrodite cabin doing the screaming. It was everybody else. Lacy was serenading a Demeter kid, who was awkwardly enjoying it. Mitchell was gazing lovingly at some other boy from the bushes. Drew tackled Clarisse to the ground and declared her undying love to her. The rest of them chased random campers around like they were piranhas. Oddly enough, their eyes were all pink.

“Aerosolized love potion. Temporary, but potent,” Leo explained when he saw Jason’s confused and horrified look. He shuffled out of bed and pulled two gas masks out of his belt, handing one to Jason. “Take this if you want to live.”

Jason handled it awkwardly. “Why do I need this? I’m staying here.”

Leo laughed as he put on his mask. “You’re coming with me, man. Unless you wanna be executed as a traitor?”

Jason shook his head.

“Then you need it. It serves two purposes- one, keeps you from breathing too much of the love potion in, and two, keeps your face hidden so they don’t fall for you.” He took the mask Jason was holding out of his hands, then putting it on for him.

Leo laced his hand in Jason’s, leading him to the doorway with his free hand on the handle. “We’re gonna need to book it as soon as we’re out there, got it? On three.” Jason nodded.

“One.” Drew yelled in the background.

“Two.” Something crashed. Maybe a window?

“Three!” The door flew open, and the two boys ran straight towards the Hephaestus cabin through the chaos. Leo hopped over a lamenting son of Aphrodite, while Jason nearly tripped on the poor guy. He muttered an apology as he was pulled along to the cabin porch.

Leo punched in a code next to the bank safe door, which both unlocked it and disabled the giant bear trap in front of it. All the same, Jason stepped over it apprehensively.

The door clanged shut behind them as they entered the cabin, shutting them in with Nyssa and Jake, who were there to greet them. He watched as Leo took off his mask, shaking out his hair like a wet dog. It still looked amazing.

Leo turned his eyes to Jason, a small smirk gracing his face. He wordlessly helped him take off his mask. Honestly, Jason had forgotten he had it on.

A scoff made him painfully aware that Leo’s siblings were in the room. “Leo,” Nyssa sighed, “why’d you bring boy wonder?”

“He’s an accomplice. Once Piper finds out he hid me all day, there’s gonna be a manhunt for him, too.”

“Fine, but he’s staying in your room,” Jake said with a wink. Leo blushed a pretty shade of sunset orange, but nodded.

Nyssa got up and pulled on a string, which made all the lights turn off. “Alright, everybody,” she announced, “it’s tinker time. Retire to your bedrooms. Come up with some prank ideas in case Aphrodite doesn’t accept defeat. Have fun.”

Leo pushed some buttons on the wall, which brought up a human-sized capsule. He gestured towards it as it popped open, revealing a bed, a fridge, and even a TV. “After you, my lady.”

Jason blushed, although it was probably more rosey pink than the warm red Leo had on. Gods, why was he still thinking about that?

He clambered into the bed, which began to lower into a bigger room underground. There was a cork board taking up a whole wall, with sticky notes and Polaroids tacked onto it. A desk was in the corner, with scattered blueprints all over it, plus several notebooks labeled “LEO VALDEZ’S AWESOME IDEAS”.

As soon as he got out of the bed, it rose back up and returned with Leo. He scooted off the mattress nonchalantly. “Um, so, this is my room. Make yourself at home.”

~*~

It was the middle of the night and Jason was trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep.

Leo had been tinkering and scribbling in his notebook all night, with a small lamp on in the corner of the desk. Meanwhile, Jason took up nearly the whole bed, even when he laid on his side.

“Hey, Leo,” Jason whispered, getting up to lean on his elbows, facing the other boy. “Go to bed.”

Leo eyed him warily. “No, no! Um, you can have the bed, man,” he laughed nervously. Jason could see the bags under his eyes.

Jason sighed and got up, approaching Leo silently. He scooped Leo up and carried him to the bed.

“Jason? What are you doing?” Leo whined, wrapping his arms around Jason’s neck anyways.

“We’re going to bed,” Jason stated, lying back down on his side and hugging Leo close, even as he squirmed. Jason just shut his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but he got the feeling of being watched.

Sure enough, when he opened one of his eyes back up to check on the other boy, he was met with big, brown eyes with a foreign feeling behind them. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey, Jason.” A tired smile grew on Leo’s face. “Can I tell you something?”

Jason nodded.

“I think I love you.”

Jason’s eyes widened.

“I know it’s weird, and kinda coming out of left field, but you’re. You’re just… so nice and kind and thoughtful and amazing. Y’know?”

Jason’s breath quickened.

“I couldn’t’ve had this much fun today without you. Or planned it, either. Whenever I’m with you, you make me want to be better. To do better and to make better stuff and all that.”

Jason could feel his heart racing. Could Leo feel it? He hoped he could.

“Sorry. Um, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. Probably breathed in some of that love potion, huh?”

Jason was hit by the undeniable urge to wax poetic about Leo’s eyes, his hair, his crooked grin, the way he lit up when he got an idea, or how his voice sounded when he rambled. So he did.

“Does… does this mean-”

“That I love you too? Yeah, Leo, it does.”

Jason had a feeling that he wouldn’t wake up groggy or grumpy the next morning, as long as he had Leo in his arms.

[rosesradio]

For the drabble event. How do we feel about Jason wearing a wolf/werewolf costume (whichever you prefer) for Halloween. Maybe Nico also wears a costume or not but either way it's Nico reacting to Jason's outfit maybe while Jason's trying it on in the cabin. Any vibe you want, funny, fluffy, smutty, etc.

When Nico opened the door to Cabin One, he was met with a sight that made him grin from ear to ear.

His boyfriend, Jason, was standing in front of a full length mirror, looking over his Halloween costume. He had on his standard Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans, though each of his hands were topped with a plastic, hairy werewolf glove. He wore a grey furry tail, which would have been the best part if not for the wolf-ear headband that rested in his short, blonde hair.

"Adorable," the word escaped Nico's lips before he could think, and though his face flushed, he wouldn't take it back. He meant it.

Jason turned around, burying his flushed face in his wolf gloves. "You think so? You don't think it's too…on the nose?"

Nico shook his head, moving closer to pet the wolf ears. "Not at all. I love it…it is missing something, though." He found a small makeup bag on a nearby table, presumably from Piper for his costume. Nico rummaged for an eyeliner pencil and held it up for Jason to see. "Whiskers."

Jason appeared skeptical, though he nodded. He took off his wolf gloves and sat down on the cold marble floor, inviting Nico to do the same. The son of Hades moved in close, cupping Jason's cheek to still him as he applied the lines just right.

"Is this gonna be hard to wash off?" Jason asked. He kept his eyes on Nico intently, his gaze curiously moving towards the pencil.

"Maybe," Nico replied. "There's wipes in the bag…I'll help you, you big baby…"

"So rude," Jason murmured. A pause, as tense as it was breif, wove between the pair before Jason whispered: "I love when you're close like this…your freckles are almost gone…gonna have to wait 'till May to see 'em again…"

Nico met Jason's eyes. He never knew Jason had taken notice of a feature he himself was insecure about. The realization caused a warmth to bloom in his chest.

"Stop moving around so much," Nico said bluntly. Jason, loyal to a fault, obeyed.

"And…done," Nico pulled away. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you think."

Jason did just that, taking in his reflection with a slight smile on his face.

"Perfect," he said softly. He looked away, fixing his gaze on his boyfriend. "Nico..."

"Hm?" Nico asked.

Jason pulled the son of Hades into his lap, causing him to drop the eyeliner pencil. Nico's breath hitched against Jason's lips as the son of Jupiter cupped Nico's cheeks.

"It was," Jason breathed. "So hard to wait until you were done to kiss you. A method of torture, really."

Nico grinned, wrapping his arms around Jason's neck. "Maybe that's what I was intending..."

They might have smudged a bit of Jason's makeup in the immediate aftermath, though it was absolutely worth it.

[hunks2heroesaiart]

Bwa hahaha!!! The Pied Piper has nothing on me!

What was that?

Oh, it was nothing , mon amour! Just listen....and obey.... it was nothing.....

Yes....it was nothing.....I listen.... I hear and obey.... Master Boyfriend....

[violetaquadelight]

PIED PIPER AU!

As you can all see based on the name of this AU shown above, youcan already make a wild guess or assumptions about what this AU's entire structure is based on.

What if somehow the Creator manage to sneak in a code on Sun? A code similar to Kill Code but better and more obedient compared to Kill Code? Moon and Kill Code are proving to be too disobedient for The Creator himself, so why not go for the less 'mentally stable' one instead? Maybe at least this one would obey him, unlike the 'other' one.

Some information about this AU

If anyone has any questions about this AU, don't hesitate to ask me. I'll try my best to answer them all as best as I can.

Sorry if it kinda sucks, this is my first time creating my own AU.

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WAKE UP! PIPER REDESIGN DROPPED!!

I know y'all don't even know her cause I never showed her, but she's my Obey Me! MC!! I might drop some old art soon idk I'd have to take a lot of pictures and i don't think i could fit them all in one post LMAOO!

THIS IS HER OLD DESIGN!!

There's really nothing wrong with her, I just got hit with urge for redesigns seeing other Obey Me! MC's, esp the ones based off the sheep mc. I still might honestly use aspects of this design for the new design.

imma be SO honest, I did not care for finding a stable outfit design so ignore this outfit, although I do think she'd wear cute and comfy clothes, and she at least always has a bell in her design, the bell is a must. this drawing was more so about her hair and colors(which I just color picked from the Obey Me! sheep mc icon.) I wanted her hair to be the sheep wool gradient and her side buns were inspired by horns. I did want to give her actual horns but she in a human MASSIVE SIGH!! I'll probably still draw her with horns just cause I think it'd b cute but it wouldn't be canon or anything. I also wanna go through and design outfits and new hair styles for her!

I don't have too much figured out for her personality or backstory wise right now. Og! Piper was one of my comfort characters, i have a LOT of art for her(most on paper) and she fit what I was going for but now I'm craving something new and I'm not sure what exactly I'm going for. I think personality wise I wanna do something closer to the in game MC, reckless being the main trait I'm thinking of, I can't see Piper too flirty(at least not on purpose LMAOO), I think she'd be ditzy and kinda out of it, very sleepy all the time, but I still want to keep Og! Piper's nerdiness so that's staying. She's also nosy, like the MC in the game and I can't see her getting scared easily, even getting angry or defensive against those who DO try to scare her(*cough cough* Lucifer *cough cough*) I still think that she's very kind and helpful and I want to lean into that sheep-like personality(I actually pet a sheep for the first time recently, sheep are so cute<3), she's def petty though, she doesn't like being seen as weak either. New piper has a LOT more backbone then og Piper had

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Captured #2: Interrogation

Originally published Jan 16, 2017 This series is being revised

"Your party sucks balls, by the way," Piper said as Madison's sorority slaves tightened the ropes that bound her to the chair. She winced as the rope pulled against her skin. Piper had proven to be a handful for Madison's young pledges, using the old tight muscles trick to escape from her first bondage. I'd like to say that she picked that up from me, but I'm pretty sure she got it from old Hardy Boys books. Anyway, Piper had even managed to knock one of Madison's girls silly before she was tackled to the floor. Now they were tying her up good, guaranteeing that she couldn't escape. All Piper had left now was sass.

"Now, Piper," Madison pouted. She stood there over Piper, her hands resting authoritatively on her hips. "You know that my parties are always the talk of campus. Just because you're never invited doesn't mean you have to go and hurt my feelings." "Fuck you, bitch," Piper shot back. "You're playing Drake and the theme is the roaring twenties, you could at least try to commit." The party still raging on downstairs. The shrill voices of dozens of young, drunk coeds rattled the floorboards beneath Piper's feet.

"Honey," Madison knelt down to look her captive in the eyes. Piper shivered as she felt the touch of Madison's cold hands against her bare legs. "I know you didn't come here on your own. Work with me and I'll let you leave here tonight with nothing more than a hangover. You'll wake up tomorrow afternoon, in your bed, and you'll think, 'What happened last night?' Of course you'll blame it on drinking. You won't even have to know that you helped me. You can go on with your life having never met Madison Wells. So, Piper honey, again I'm going to ask you: who sent you?"

"I'm not telling you a goddamn thing," Piper growled. It only made Madison's smile grow wider. "I'll be honest with you, honey. I was hoping you'd say that," Madison rose to her feet. "See, I'm not a mean person. My offer was genuine. I'd have just wiped everything you remembered about tonight from that pretty head of yours and sent you on your way. But you're cute. And you've got a killer body. So now I'm going to take everything. I'll make you want me," Piper tried to lean away as Madison moved closer, hovering over her lap, but she could only manage to move her head a couple inches to the left and the right. "I'll make you desire to be a part of me. And in that need you'll find the will..." Madison was so close to Piper now that the captive woman could feel Madison's warm breath against her lips. Now Madison lowered her voice to a sultry whisper as she said, "to obey my every word."

And that was when Piper spit in Madison's face.

"Bitch!" one of the pledges screamed, pulling the chair back and dropping Piper hard on the floor. Piper's cry was drowned out by Madison's laughter. "That's alright, Daisy," she wiped her face. "Mistress, she..." Daisy tired to protest, but Madison held out a silencing hand. "She's feisty," Madison said. "All the more reason we need her. She'll be a natural Alpha." "Bitch," Piper gasped through the pain."

"Get her up," Madison motioned toward the two pledges on rope duty, and the brainwashed girls quickly lifted the chair upright. "Sister," Madison's favorite slave Tina was rummaging through Piper's clothes on the bed behind them. She sat there with an eager smile, holding up Piper's cellphone. "I found this in her pants," she reported. "Interesting," Madison smiled back at Tina. Then she turned to the others and said one word: "Sock." Before leaving Piper's field of vision and approaching Tina at the bed.

"Sock?" Piper asked, her hair flipping side-to-side as she shook her head, trying to get anything of the girls behind her from her peripheral vision. No luck. "What does that mean, sock? What's going on?"

Daisy stepped out in front of Piper, clenching a balled-up tube sock in her hand, a dark red blotch just under her eye from Piper's fist. Daisy was eager to shut this sassy bitch up for her mistress. "No! No!" Piper screamed, but she couldn't do much but wiggle her body as Daisy jammed in the sock into her mouth. Piper's muffled screams didn't make it past the bedroom door.

"You really should lock your phone, honey," Madison said, wandering back in front of Piper. She was casually flipping through Piper's contacts. It didn't matter anymore how much she could bottle up, how long she held out. Madison was holding Piper's life in her hand. "Oh?" Madison looked up with a curious bend in her eyebrows. "Corbin Arroyo, she's a quite a name, isn't she?" Piper responded with muted screams, struggling against her restraints. "You must be her little errand girl, right?" She looked up at Daisy and said, "Get the headset," then turned her attention back to Piper. "I keep the freshmen under my control with the lingerie, it's part of their initiation. But that's only reliable if they're wearing it, so I found something a little more permanant."

This wasn't just about an initiation. While the other girls thought it was all just innocent college hazing, Madison had been systematically brainwashing them all. Now she had the entire sorority under her control. Piper screamed as Daisy lowered the VR headset over her eyes. The last thing she heard before the headphones were placed over her ears was the promise from Madison, "You can fight all you want, honey, but soon you'll find your will melting away. Forget about Corbin, you belong to me now."

Everything went black. The sound from the party faded away.

welcome, slave

When Piper opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the middle of a stadium before a quiet crowd. Looking down she saw her naked body. A collar around her neck. Attached to the collar was a leash, and holding that leash was an older woman in a sparkling gown. The woman held out her hand, and she said, "Kneel," Piper replied, "Yes mistress," and dropped to her knees. This wasn't right, she knew that it was all part of the virtual world, and she hoped that gave her an advantage in withstanding its brainwashing. She sat there on the hard turd of the stadium floor, her arms locked at her sides, the crowd watching in silence as another woman approached her handler. This one had an official look. A navy blue bllazer and all-business skirt to match. Her raven hair was tied up in a bun. She shared a couple of words with Piper's handler and then stepped forward.

"Obey," the woman said, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare pussy. "Feast." "I obey," Piper said. The crowd roared to life as she grabbed a handful of the woman's blazer and dove head first into her wanting pussy.!

The omniscient voices of the commentators spoke in her head. "Look at her technique, Jeff. Watch as she readjusts her hands to cup the judge's ass, that gives her better leverage with her tongue." "That's right, Mike," The other judge said. "This is an exceptionally well-trained pet." The judge's head reeled back as she came and Jeff continued to praise Piper's effort, "That's the fastest orgasm that we've seen a slave deliver tonight."

A flood of pleasure shocked Piper as she reacted to the audience's support and the approval from the commetators. The judge looked down, her bright green eyes piercing through Piper's psyche, and she said, "This is what it feels like to obey."

She could only manage to squeak out a muffled "No..." in the real world where Daisy was on her knees, exploring Piper's sex with her tongue. Supplementing the subliminal assaults from the VR headset with real life pleasure. Piper knew she couldn't win this battle. Another noise tried to break through Piper's gag, but this time it didn't sound like any word. She shuddered and Madison smiled.

"That's okay, Daisy, you can stop now," Madison said, standing up from the bed where she was watching. Daisy spoke the obligatory, "Yes sister," and she gave room for her mistress to take the place in front of Piper. Behind the headset were the clear, unfocused eyes of Piper. The sock gag came next, soggy from Piper's saliva. Her mouth fell open as Madison pulled the gag free. "Hello Piper, dear."

Piper looked up at her enemy with an uncharacteristically tranquil expression. And then she smiled. "Hello, Mistress Madison."

Madison ordered the girls to remove Piper's binds and when she was free, Piper stood in line with the three other slaves in the room. "I see you've calmed down, Piper," Madison smiled. "I like you better this way." "Thank you, Mistress," she replied. "Your friend Corbin would make a fine addition to my sorority, don't you think?" "Corbin..." Piper closed her eyes, trying to remember what Corbin meant to her. After her second of hesitiation she opened them again and said, "I must recruit Corbin..." "It looks like you need a little more training," Madison frowned. "Oh well. We'll get you your underwear just to be safe, then when you're all conditioned, you'll obey me even without it!" "Please, Mistress...I need to obey...I need to obey your every word..." "You will, dear. You will. And when I'm done with that, we'll get to work on making you an Alpha."

[fallout4-reacts]

k-peasants asked: An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time. Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Dunno why, but I seems to experience a bug and Tumblr didn't let me add more ... it will be a long ask if I had to add all the companion on one distinctive post after they other... Anyway for now

Part 3

X6-88

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

X6-88 : Since Father assigned him to Sole's protection, the Courser has gone a long way, both literally and morally. Far from it, not everything went as smoothly as butter in the pan.

First, before even learning that he would be the companion of this weird individual, X6 had a very negative view of them on their first expedition together. Sole was paralyzed for a long time in front of the flow of the waves on Libertalia, explaining to a rogue synth that they were terrified by the sea.

The sea frightens them.

Fear of something so...ineffective.

The rogue had long urged and persuaded Sole that finishing this mission was critical. With cover words that sounded like an unknown language, the underdeveloped machine ultimately persuaded Sole to go collect Gabriel, even though the act clearly stinks to him.

That was a lot of information. X6 should have begun to comprehend. But he had clear directives, and none of them prompted him to doubt Sole's objectives or their manners.

And, following this incidence, Sole proved to be effective enough.

Exactly like any other mission.

Over the next few weeks, X6 admitted to having a moment when he thought he had a malfunction. Only for a little moment. There was only one intermission.

Sole gave him the command to execute a child.

Sole was closely detailled by the Courser. Because of the time he had previously spent with them, it appeared to X6 that asking for such an act was completely against Sole's nature. Despite this, Sole ordered X6 to execute the child who had escaped a super-mutant raid under the Commonwealth sun, away from any witnesses.

And X6 stalled.

And X6 declined.

He has no idea why, how, or what compelled him to refuse to obey a command. However, it was "stronger than him," and he was unable to kill the infant.

Sole's lips curled into a faint smile.

They only said, "I knew it," and hugged X6.

A hug!

Sole transferred the child to safety in Diamond City, where he had a few families, and led X6 into the back aisles, forcing him to confront the annoyed rogue in person. And the rogue appeared annoyed.

"Well, well, well. Well, well, seems like they've got themselves quite the collection. They've got my mug, my moniker, and now you've even managed to snag them my humble abode. There were simpler means to inform me that my company is no longer desired, and employing your Courser was unnecessary."

"This one is different."

Different.

Sole believes that X6 is distinctive.

Sole then drastically changed near X6. They opened up and got more... tactile. They frequently sit with him around the fire, talking about morals and philosophy.

X6 was initially hesitant to respond. X6 was initially hesitant to respond because he was not programmed to ask inquiries.

But time passes, and some questions replace others. Increasingly so. And X6 finally questions the Institute.

He let himself fall heavily onto the visitor's seat one evening when he joined Sole in their office at the back of the Sanctuary's bar. Sole considers the Courser with interest, having never seen him do so before.

"Are you okay?"

"Negative. It is not within acceptable parameters. I have successfully perused the reports you requested. As per your directive, I have engaged in the act of examining and pondering. It is not deemed acceptable. It is not within acceptable parameters. The Institute's directives and visions, their actions, and the truth of the matter. It is no longer within the expanse of likelihood… I am unable to comprehend its meaning any longer."

Sole smiles lightly and sweetly and moves one hand toward X6's. He allows it. He is astounded by how much he has grown acclimated to Sole's contacts, as well as how much he feels the need for them.

"What they're doing is incorrect. And you're grasping it. To be honest, consider how incredible it is that you can determine what is right and wrong on your own. It proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that, contrary to popular belief, you are more than a machine. I've known for a long time that you are a thinking being, X6. A true individual capable of his own morality."

"It was all a lie?"

Sole nods solemnly. X6 is even more befuddled.

"However, the subject of your inquiry revolving around your progeny. You did not prioritize preserving your own son's vision? His work?"

Sole sighs despondently. Sadly, the Courser stares at them for a moment. He wants to break, toss away, and destroy what he sees in Sole's eyes. He wishes he could just glimpse the flame in Sole's eyes. This flame of passion that glows when this person feels they have done the right thing, when they fight to liberate a community from their attackers, and when they speak of a world where all would live in peace, harmony, and perfect collaboration.

He doesn't want to see Sole in such sorrow. Never.

"My son. I'm not sure if that's a proper title. I gave birth to a child whom I adored. I would have given anything for him. I fought the entire world for him. I had to go through hell to find him. But I failed to find my son. My son would have understood logic. Instead of these abominations, my son would have realized the good he could do. I was shocked by the destruction when I first was what happened to the Commonwealth, but I also saw the life that wants to return, the hope that seeps in and clings to it with tenacity. My son only saw an atrocity that he had to finish eliminating. At that moment, I realized—my son died in the vault alongside his mother/father."

The emotion in Sole's voice stirs X6's heart. Their speech is completely unacceptable for a Courser, and X6 should immediately report it to the Institute. But X6 is now aware that he has entirely defeated this condition of mind. He has the impression that Sole is telling the truth. He now realizes that the Institute is bad and that X6 no longer stands for this cause.

He then places his hand on Sole's. This thought came along with something more, very deep and very primary, that he must absolutely let out. He takes a deep breath.

"Sole. I am grateful for your confidence in me, and I shall clarify upon one matter at hand, for it is imperative that—

"Whisky!" exclaims MacCready as he actually jumps into Sole's office.

The mercenary has apparently already abused much of Sole's reserve with the other companions, and the party in the other room has virtually ended at X6's feet. Sole smiles lovingly at the mercenary, whom they name their little brother.

"Whisky!" They take over the choir, picking the man up and taking him into the other room. They glance apologically at X6. "We will continue this conversation another time, I promise you."

"Yeah,” growls X6, not convinced.

[siremasterlawrence]

Double Edged Words

Based on a true story from Thanksgiving

I am sitting in for Thanksgiving night dinner at exactly at eight a loud ping comes in when I receive a text from a former friend of mine who recently apologized to me for some actions and I reluctantly forgave him the biggest mistake of my lives since that whole family is full of assholes

He jokes to me I am like a dry turkey then he goes on bashing me with way too many more food scenarios as a joke so I am really not in the mood the next day to deal with him or anybody on my first red carpet event let alone his parents.

His father who I see is completely dressed to the nines for the first time he usually is a mess walking the red carpet with his hand waving at me as I roll my eyes and offer my hand to shake but instead I wake up from my day dream.

I sigh a bit later in the bathroom after the ending of the premiere he blocks me in the bathroom placing his hand on my shoulder as I realize it is him then think for a second I have my chance.

He wants to take a selfie with me but I get a bit giddy letting him set up the flash I say to him I’ll do it but the light start to flicker and I am annoyed but move on asking him if he could see into the frame.

He stares deep into the light as the lights of flash blind him on and off leaving me with perfect excuse to put him under by using the camera to take a picture of him I begin to play with his mind.

He freezes on command at a stance unable to move except to blink allowing me some time to formulate a plan so wicked I might lose myself in it but I carefully concoct until the minute his eyes pop open.

He comes to life stretching his hands in the air, yawning so loud it would scare the ghost of the hand any and never noticing me I do stop and play with his hair but he does not even react.

“You can’t seem me, you hear my voice the voice of reason.”

“You did not treat your son’s friend Lawrence right you have to pay the piper.”

“No need to speak, their is only one think you can do.”

“You need to pay for your issues”

“You can start by being his slave “

“Kneel at his feet and kiss it”

“Know you are his property”

“Love him, love for him “

“Obey all his commands”

“Boom”

“Huh! Hey! What happened?”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”

His eldest son Robbie is in hell seeing his old man doing something so out of character as he stands on stage looking like a damn ass fool and doing as his ex pal say like in a Hypnosis show.

Unfortunately for him the music starts to hit playing a beat he cannot stop it raises into the threshold of the roof he starts to do a very stupid dance consuming him loosing it in into a stream of insanity.

“Join us Robbie follow everything your father does.”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”“Hope Everyone! Pay Attention Please” I say to the crowd.

“Meet my pal Jon! He is a asshole”

“Yes! I am the worst type”

“Hahahaha” the crowd erupts

“A real monkey! This one”

“Enter the audience while I sing”

“To all you fuckers who I hate “

“Let me play you a song “

“Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyeeeaaaahhh”

“I bet you think you won, like a dagger plunge into my soul”

“Killing me on site…lalalala “

“No such luck and I am here to fight “

“Break a few bones, a good whip and we still won’t be right as rain”

“I can see you dancing now”

“Addicted to my every word “

“Clap your hands and give me some to “

“Strip your close “

“Nanana”

Colton is the younger one grinding his ass on the floor as my debut single for the movie is burrowing deep into their brains nothing can stop it now as I am subliminally in his head reprogramming him in everything way and manner possible.

“Colton you look good in pink”

“Take it off “

“Dance your ass off”

“Showcase your body”

“Woo so smooth”

“You want to do it “

“My body is your play ground “

“You cannot deny me”

“You see it the flash “

“Blinding lights “

“The world spins”

“You have fallen “

“Just like the sound of my voice “

“Your heart beats”

“We join as one “

“Pumping in sync”

“You have fallen for me”

“You are mad and crazy “

“Give in for me”

“Leap off the ground“

“Sweet dear my bliss”

The end

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : OCTOBER 1997

THE RISE AND FALL OF SHAWN MICHAELS

By Vince Russo

He had the world on a string. The ability to yo-yo the people up and down with the ease of a Duncan Imperial Master. He outright owned them.

They were hypnotized by his power… his “star” power. On the edges of their seats they anticipated his every word. If he said jump, they wouldn’t waste any time asking how high. They would simply pump up their Airs and fly through the roof of the building. His wish… was their command. He had them on a “high”. A “high” that they never wanted to come down from.

But then… he dropped them.

Whether it was deliberate or not, it didn’t even matter. He let the air out of the balloon and let it wondrously float to the ground… smashing into a million pieces. They shared his ride… while being the victims of his fall.

The date was April 1, 1996. One day earlier Shawn Michaels saw his boyhood dream become a reality when he outlasted a marathon war with Bret Hart en route to becoming the World Wrestling Federation Champion. That night we were in San Bernadino, California, just hours away from a live Monday Night RAW. Scheduled on the show was an interview with Shawn—his first since capturing the gold. Backstage, Shawn was wired! He was on an adrenaline rush! He was sitting on top of the world… and he knew it. Everything he ever wanted out of life… he now OWNED!!! Like a grade school kid who was about to give his first speech in front of a class, Shawn nervously rehearsed his “acceptance” speech to me, over and over again until it was branded in his memory. Then… it was “showtime”!

Wanting to witness this moment in Federation history with “the people”, I went into the arena and took my familiar position next to the hard camera. I’ll never forget the feeling in that building when Shawn hit the stage. The people—his people—were feeding him with a fire that was so intense that it felt like the place was going to erupt into a full-fledged inferno. I swear to you, I HAD GOOSE BUMPS!!! Like a crafty puppeteer, Shawn pulled the strings and controlled each and every one of them. Man, woman, child—it didn’t matter—feasted out of his very hands. He was their leader and they obeyed his every command.

Man, it’s so ironic. As I use the word “leader”, I realized that Shawn Michaels… never was! As badly as he wanted to be and as badly as his fans BEGGED him to be… he simply wasn’t. And in the end… this would be the downfall of the mighty superhero!

Was it his fault? Or wasn’t it? Well, you can look at that two ways. Perhaps it was because maybe Shawn Michaels was just too immature to play the role of the Pied Piper. Maybe it was all. Too much, too soon. On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t his fault at all. Maybe Shawn Michaels just wasn’t cut out to be a “leader”. We know for a fact that he has an extremely close relationship to his parents, and maybe that’s what it all stems from. Maybe he always depended on his parents to show him the way, and in their absence he let himself be led by “darker” influences. Now, I’m not a psychologist or anything, but there is a lot to be said for this theory. It’s no secret that Shawn has made a habit of following certain individuals in the wrestling business that he calls his “friends”. Some say he even continued to be influenced by his “friends” after they crossed the enemy lines. There is no doubt that these individuals had a tremendous effect on Shawn and, in this editor’s opinion… those effects served as a deadly cancer to the career of Shawn Michaels! I’ve seen Shawn at his best—and believe me he DOES possess the ability to LEAD—but whether you call it insecurity or immaturity, Shawn refuses to assume the role with any consistency… or longevity. He continues to let others take the reins, rather than pull up and take control of his own career or for that matter… his own life.

Whether you like Shawn Michaels or you despise him… either way you’ve got to feel for him. At the moment he’s a lost soul who has no idea what’s best. He might think he knows what he wants built in fact he is lost in the words of others in his ear. It seems that everybody else knows what’s best for the career of Shawn Michaels… everybody except the Heartbreak Kid himself.

As an editor who once considered Shawn Michaels a friend, all I can say is, “Shawn, find yourself the nearest mirror, and take a good long look inside. Don’t see ‘what could have been,’ when you’re about ten years too late. Your time is now, and if tnag man I. The mirror doesn’t seize his opportunity, then it will all be gone before you even had a chance. When, or if, that time ever comes… believe me… you will be riding that storm out ALONE.”