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ashersanity · 3 months

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Something awfully ironic about owners and their pets, leathered collar tucked snugly around your neck, the material pressed against your skin serving as a cold reminder of their ownership over you. The smug smirk that graces their lips, quirked up just a bit, rhythmically tugging at your leash whenever they please to show off the pretty little thing that they’ve got. Control. Power. That’s what they want, wish to have over you, willingly letting them do however they please, familiar sensation of their palm ruffling your hair, praising you for being so good.

So very good, especially behind closed doors. No one gets to see the way they lovingly press kisses to the tip of your cock head, pink tongue darting out to hungrily slobber all over your length, drool dripping over the base. Who would’ve known? How the so-called refined, well-mannered owner is at your feet instead, servicing you on their knees and needily sucking on your balls like a whore does. Faint string of saliva left on your tip as they finally part from your cock to claim their prize. Hot, shaky breaths ghosting over your shoulder, slender fingers, the same ones they used to clip that collar, invitingly spreading their slicked, wet hole apart for you to sink into. Wouldn’t want to keep their cute pet waiting for their well-earned reward, would they?

— “F-Fuck..! Just like that, mmmh— Keep going, pup..”

That same voice that coldly commands you, now turned into broken moans, desperately clawing at the muscles on your back in attempt to steady themselves as you rut into them like some rabid animal in heat, stuffing them full. Well, it wouldn’t exactly be far from the truth either, conditioning you to their every whim and touches left over your body, visible outline of your hardening cock underneath the fabric of your pants.

The smacking of your balls meeting their now stretched, wide open hole, grown puffy and sore from the slam of your hips and oh, how their velvety insides tighten around you, taking your fat cock so well. Reducing them to this blubbering mess, your beautiful owner, falling apart on your cock, just the brush of your tip hitting their sweet spot is enough to have them cumming and calling out your name like a slut. How depraved can one be? What would the others think of them? Hushed, discreet murmurs shared among each other, about the dignified master’s pornographic moans in the dead middle of the night, echoing and heard through the private chambers, caused by none other than you.

But fuck, as you lazily slip out of them at long last, feeling so very empty once more from the absence of your cock filling them up to the brim. Thick, white cum dripping between the length of their thighs, splattered across their pristine skin. Glazed over eyes gazing up to meet your own, hand reaching up to affectionately trace along your cheek.

Yes. That’s right, they think to themselves. Their perfect pet. So fucking perfect. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

remy, avery, briar, zhongli?, kamisato ayato?, geto suguru?, raiden shogun?, neuvillette?, your favorites, i suffer from amnesia as to who else there is on that list.

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mellowwillowy · 4 months

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DOL ft. Bastards Edition!

Alright, I really wish I could include at least Avery (too old) or Landry... But idk, I think these 5 would work~~ wdyt?

Remy and Eden are inspired by multiple artists!

#dol #degrees of lewdity #Briar the Brothel Owner #Bailey the Caretaker #Remy the Farmer #Eden the Hunter #XL the Capricious #Art Shelves

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inkyquince · 2 months

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Thinking about being fwb with the older gen when they were younger.

cw. uhhhh. not much. implied rough sex, a mind break on eden's side, neglect of emotional stuff but some is implied, stalker-y obsessive harper, remy get the idea to start the underground farm from you and general friends with benefits stuff.

characters. bailey. eden. harper. briar. remy.

For Bailey, its a need to release stress, and you just happen to be the one person in the friendship group he could stand enough to not just spend extra time with, but spend it bending you over the back of his bed frame and railing you, all the while you can hear giggling from behind the door. He doesn't give a shit, he knows that the walls are thin in the orphanage, but this isn't for you. If you happen to cum, then, hey, it makes you tighten up around his cock and makes his own orgasm just a bit better. Don't think so much about how he offers you a smoke afterwards, when he refuses to even share his sacred, battered packet of ciggies with Eden. Don't start thinking he's soft. But maybe you should feel grateful that when you message for him to come over, he actually replies to you. Most of the others get ignored.

For Eden, it started out as pity. Probably the last of the group to loose his virginity, with Bailey snarking that he knows for a fact that Eden spends most of his time at night jerking his cock. He's just too intimidating for anyone at school to give him a chance, and the boys in the locker room have noticed how fucking fat his cock is anyway. There was a betting pool to see how long until he snapped. So what if it was pity. So what if his gaze thrilled you as you slowly took off your shirt in front of him, slowly unbuttoning as his grip on his knees tightened, his knuckles whitening. So what if by the time you tucked your thumbs into your underwear, his erection was straining against his jeans. It started as pity, for your friend to finally loose his v-card, and went on to Eden ripping at your clothes every time you two were alone, wrestling your body down onto his fat cock, bullying your hole, your friendship grated down into veiled attention around the others, and desperate rutting each second you two were alone.

It was obvious that Harper had wanted this for so long. Everyone could tell that the freak had such a crush on you. Always so attentive, popping up at your elbow, wanting to carry your books, saying you smelt nice that day, that he'll help tutor you, asking you if you want to go with him for ice cream after class. But you had to give credit where it's due, he was smart. Just one bad break up, and his selfless offerings of helping you feel better. That's all it took for him to take his rightful place between your thighs, getting to enjoy your needy riding, your kisses, the way you'd clench around his fingers when the dipped into your underwear during class. He encourages you to use him, use him, use him all you want, for stress relief, for any kinks you want to try. He likes it all, as long as he gets to touch you.

Briar just likes sex. He fucking loves it. In the future, he might tire of it, and just enjoy the delicacies of life paid for by bought sex, but not yet. You know you're just one of a rotation, but it feels different... At least to you. Sharing a group of friends, one night getting too drunk, and suddenly his tongue is dragging against your hole, being told you to squeal all you like, maybe someone from the party will hear you and come to see what's happening. Then Briar messaging you to come to him from then on. He likes watching you hump his cock, introducing you to the amass of sex toys he has, sharing a double ended dildo while he tortures your nipples with bites and harsh sucks. He makes no secret of his other conquests, people he also enjoys having sex with, but there's something about being the only one that can lean against him at a group hang out, his thumb rubbing small circles into your thigh, as the others argue on how to split the bill.

It starts with Remy just wanting it out of the way. Everything in his life is planned out meticulously, and once he hits 19, he quietly registers that most people his age are loosing their virginity, consenting or not. He will inherit the estate in his late twenties, he'll graduate from university early, and he'll make his mark on the town like his family has done for generations, with the riding school, with the investments. He'll find something that's uniquely him. But in the meantime, he'll hit the average amount of milestones that his peers do. You just happened to be the least objectionable to loose his virginity to. Between you and Wren, you're the one that'll be nice and submissive and let him enjoy himself however he likes, without some boneheaded suggestion of doing something stupid. So, he gets to take you to the estate, to fuck you on a bed more expensive than anything you could ever afford again. It's good. He likes it. But one day, in the fields with the others, overlooking some rinky dink farm with a family of red heads trying to make it nice, you do something. He's eating an apple, leaning against a tree, with you sitting by his feet with Wren's head in your lap, letting you braid his already too long hair. There's a crunch. He looks down and you cheekily took a bite out of the apple, smiling up at him. It itches his brain just right. He extends it to your mouth and watches as you laugh and take another bite. You become more of a pet from then on. Eating out of his hand, getting fucked in the ass, with a stirring fixation rousing in his stomach when he thinks back on how sweet you looked, eating his apple. Almost like one of the cows on the farm down below.

#i woke up POSSESSED by this idea #im supposed to be doing an assingment worth 20% of my final grade but i had to get this out #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #harper the doctor #briar the brothel owner #remy the farmer #dol #degrees of lewdity #nsft #quincewrites #shout out quiet for reading

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alienkitty259 · 1 month

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#degrees of lewdity #dol #mickey the hacker #landry the criminal #darryl the club owner #remy the farmer #jordan the priest #harper the doctor #wren the smuggler #gwylan the shopkeeper #sirris the science teacher #ivory wraith #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner

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propertyofwhitney67 · 4 months

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I went digging for more lore and answers

#lore #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol robin #robin the orphan #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol jordan #jordan the pious #dol kylar #kylar the loner #dol briar #briar the brothel owner

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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Yan dol master list.

this shows who has been done and who hasn't been done yet. if you want more from a specific character or group of characters in Dol (or if you have a prompt for anything just send an ask!!! I love asks!!!)

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Head cannon list (and bonus stuff):

School crew:

Whitney - HeadCannons YanWhitneyFicList

Robin - HeadCannons YanRobinFicList

Kylar - HeadCannons YanKylarFicList

Sydney - HeadCannons YanSydneyFicList

Inner city freaks:

Bailey - HeadCannons BaileyFicList

Leighton - HeadCannons

Avery - HeadCannons YanAveryFicList

Quinn - HeadCannons

Harper - Harper YanHarperFicList

Shady edge of towners:

Briar - Headcannons Jealous Bailey VS briar Bailey and Brair VS Valentines

Mickey - Headcannons YanMickeyFicList

Landry - Headcannons

False safety:

Jordan - Headcanons Jordan ask

Charlie - Headcanons

Darryl - Headcanons

Sam - Headcanons

Morgan -

Niki - Headcanons

Farm boys:

Remy - HeadCannons Remy VS Brair

Wren - Headcannons

Alex - HeadCannons

Teachers:

Sirris - HeadCannons YanSirrisFicList

River - HeadCannons

Doren - HeadCannons

Winter - HeadCannons

Mason - HeadCannons

Woods:

Gwylan - HeadCannons

Ivory Wraith - HeadCannons IvoryFicList

Eden - HeadCannons

Black Wolf - HeadCannons

Great Hawk - HeadCannons

The archetypes im using as a lose guide

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necros-writing-stuff · 6 months

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OMG PMG OMG OMG

Has Eden ever betrayed Bailey? Because their relationship looks quite close, but somewhat complex on some level.

Vrelnir23 October 2023 at 23:04

8. From Bailey's perspective, yes.

9. Bailey doesn't really know Harper, hates Remy and Quinn, and has complex feelings about Eden.

VREL HAS BEEN DROPPING SO MUCH GOOD SHIT ON THE BLOG SO LEMME TELL YOU SOME OF MY FAVORITE NEW EDEN AND BAILEY LORE.

Eden has a toilet now! No more outhouse! Funniest part: Bailey fucking sent a plumber out and basically forced Eden to get a toilet!

Bailey was good in school, particularly at Maths, he was popular enough, kind of a bully, but loyal to his friends.

Bailey knew Landry at the time but they kept apart.

Eden was okay in school, was a loner, was bullied but had thick skin, his grades dropped toward the end and he eventually dropped out and fucked off into the forest.

Bailey provides Eden's bullets.

Bailey is a social smoker.

Eden thinks PC calling him "Dad" would be cute, if inappropriate, and might lead to sex if horny (crying, throwing up, pussy throbbing).

Also: Darryl and Briar may have been at school at the same time as Eden and Bailey but Vrel confirmed Bailey doesn't know Darryl and Briar (at the time at least).

Which means Leighton may have taught Eden and Bailey, along with Winter. They been at that school for years.

Eden knows the kinds of gifts Bailey likes :).

Eden has been to the orphanage to meet Bailey, but now will meet somewhere else preferably.

Eden confirmed good at woodcarving.

We're living in a wonderful time of lore I'm so happy. I love all of this. Eden and Bailey besties nation RIIIIIIIISE. Sure, complex feelings on Bailey's part, but he still takes care of Eden. B. E. S. T. I. E. S.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #darryl the club owner #briar the brothel owner #leighton the headteacher #landry the criminal #winter the history teacher #degrees of lewdity

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Someone did this to an obey me ask…

NPCS tripping and landing face first in PCS cleavage? (PC doesn’t even have to be female, since male PCS can have breasts in game!)

(When requests are open x)

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Requests aren't probably gonna b open for a while but....I really liked this and it's been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages

Alex

Red-faced, nearly knocks you down pushing away from you. At higher dominance, they're more likely to laugh it off. At lower dominance, they scuttle away, unable to look you in the eyes for the rest of the day.

Anxious Guard

Freezes before jumping away from you. Tries to admonish you as if it's your fault, but can't stop stammering.

Avery

A bit flustered from tripping at all. Avery prides themself on being calm and in control. Probably won't acknowledge it. Don't bring it up.

Bailey

Bitter from having tripped in front of you and mostly doesn't acknowledge it. Mutters something about you putting your tits to good use to make their money.

Briar

Also doesn't like the fact that you've witnessed them trip, but laughs at having ended up face-first in your breasts. Gives one of them a playful squeeze and tells you to wear something tight on stage.

Darryl

A mess. Apologizing, asking if they hurt you. Face pink and stuttering. Cannot look you in the eyes.

Eden

Another one who gets flustered by you seeing them trip at all, let alone into your cleavage. Also, this fucker it big. You are on the ground, their face in your chest. They are taking advantage and acting like this was their plan all along.

Harper

Pink faced. Badly suppressed stutter. Insists on giving you an examination to make sure they didn't hurt you. Proceeds to grope your tits for half an hour.

Kylar

Death by tits. Feels like they've died and gone to heaven. Just stays like that for as long as they can before they realize they might have hurt you and starts asking if you're okay.

Relaxed Guard

Also a bit flustered for having tripped in front of you but laughs it off, groping one of your breasts as they go.

Robin

Starts apologizing immediately, hands fluttering over you as they try to see if they hurt you but not wanting to cause you any discomfort. Higher confidence Robin will ask if it's okay if they "kiss it better."

Scarred Inmate

Plays it off by pinning you down and groping you. They didn't trip, they just wanted their bitch under them and this was the quickest way to do that.

Sydney

Pure Sydney is blushing. Blushing so hard. Unable to move. Stammering mumbled apologies. Corrupt Sydney is just as red but gives your sternum a kiss before moving away from you.

Veteran Guard

Also a fucker who probably knocked you to the ground when they tripped into you. Grumbles at you to watch where you going before giving one of your tits a harsh squeeze before climbing off you.

Whitney

Flustered as hell that they tripped and takes it out on you. Grabs your tits and makes some crude comments. Likely to pull at your top so they can bite your chest. Probably will bite hard enough to make you bleed.

Wren

Trys to play it off, laughing even though their face is a bit pink. Playfully bites one of your tits through your top.

#alex the farmhand #anxious guard #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #darryl the club owner #eden the hunter #harper the doctor #kylar the loner #relaxed guard #robin the orphan #scarred inmate #sydney the faithful #veteran guard #whitney the bully #wren the smuggler

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kittiesandkillers · 2 months

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Ex-fucking-cuse me, W H A T?

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol briar #briar the brothel owner

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junjunjunko · 11 months

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Briar the Brothel Owner.

Inspired by @inkyquince 's post about Briar holding people by the neck while kissing bc now it has an iron grip on my brain and I'm not even a Briar simp but. （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

#art #my art #dol #degrees of lewdity #briar the brothel owner

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swpdz000 · 10 months

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chewing toy repost and update!! now with the shady bastards (∩`ω´)⊃))💥💥💥

#shrimp is drawing #degrees of lewdity #dol #woo boi the tags is gonna be long #brace urself #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #alex the farmhand #avery the businessman #kylar the loner #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #remy the farmer #harper the doctor #briar the brothel owner #landry the criminal #wren the smuggler

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ashersanity · 5 months

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I need more Yan Bailey content sir. And Briar... Remy... if you write for them...

Let's say PC is working in the brothel, So what type of yanderes are they? Will they even let anyone see PC in those skimpy outifts?

I wonder how contradictory it will be for Briar... (Bonus: Avery will probably go furios mode because it's dragging his reputation down?)

bailey deserves a post of their own, planning a part 2 for the shitty caretaker. Just for you @mellowwillowy. part 1 is here.

Cmon, you knew what you were doing when you requested for Remy.. Wait, no one knows that im a Remy enthusiast, do they? Fuck. Well, here I go then. - @princesstokyomoon :)

SHADY BASTARDS AS YANDERES

asher is on a roll.

content warning! dub-con/non-con, mostly non-con really, mentions of violence, murder, kidnapping, marking, anal play with a bottle?? if that’s even a thing, possessive and abusive behaviour, you know the drill already.

pc and the bastards are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Briar

“Pretty little thing you are, aren’t you? Come to my office, baby. Let’s get you all cleaned up for the show.”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, manipulative

Somehow always has you sticking by their side whenever you’re not on stage, which they make sure to limit of quite a bit, not wanting their precious little thing wandering off without their watching eyes. It becomes increasingly clear to the other employees that you’re Briar’s favorite, whispering among each other, referring to you as the boss’s bitch, not that it’s all that far off. Oh? Bailey wants you back at the orphanage to pay your dues? Don’t worry, Briar will take care of that. They’d like to talk business with the caretaker anyway, namely about your price. Name it, they’re willing to pay anything for you.

Drastically increases the costs of your shows despite not wanting you to perform. You may be theirs completely, but Briar cannot abandon their principles over cash since money is money for the brothel owner after all. Wants everyone to know that you’re not just some cheap whore. No, you’re fucking Briar’s whore, the one they call in whenever they’re feeling bored, slender finger idly tapping against the cushioned arm of their couch, outstretched arm ready to take in you for another one of your daily sessions. Aren’t you obedient too? Wearing the preferred outfit that they like to see you in. What a doll.

Addicted to having you on their lap, comfortably seated on the brothel owner’s spread thighs, smooth hand resting on your hips while the other is holding a bottle of wine. Of course, considering how they’re a sadistic bastard, doesn’t only involves sweet nothings whispered into the shell of your ear or soothing rubs over your back. You’ll never forget that one time, how they pressed the rim of the bottle against your tight entrance, eyes going wide once you realize what they plan on doing. Smallest of smirks forming on Briar’s usually calm face, throughly enjoying the cute whines that come out of you as they thrust the neck of the glass bottle into your used hole, wine sloshing inside. A real treat that you are.

Never actually shares you. Sure, those bystanders admiring your dancing form as you perform on stage is still a thing though it doesn’t bother them the same way it does whenever a potential customer is reaching for their pockets, waving their wallet. Forbids you from going to them, instead, Briar, the one who usually never steps onto the platform, now joining on stage with you. Makes it clear to everyone that you’re theirs as their hands trail lower over your waist to your hips, lifting up the fabric of your skimpy leotard, giving the others a ‘quick’ peek of the marks they’ve left onto your skin.

There’s no need to know what happened to that one individual who got a feel of your behind on stage, shamelessly groping the soft flesh in the palm of their hand just as Briar is watching. Might’ve resulted in the other’s bodyguards accosting them right then and there, bringing them over to the basement where the real fun happens. Shove them in the hole with ease, ass sticking out for anyone to use as they please and Briar’s sick grin appearing on their lips as they call you over to them as usual. Better keep your lips sealed tight if you know the full story, missing body who has yet to be found, buried deep in the woods. Briar likes to be thorough in their punishments.

Remy

“Look at that, perfect for breeding and milking. Fuck, you’re going to be my fucking star.”

yandere type : obsessive, possessive, overprotective

Keeps you away from the other cattle in the farm, your own personal pen that Remy built just for you, there to satisfy your every single need. Obviously they couldn’t possibly let you be after that one incident, catching one of their workers’s pesky hands gliding over your precious body, seeing red. You, you poor thing, utterly ignorant as you snoozed away, deep in slumber. The farmer wasn’t having any of it, gave that fucker what they deserved, having cleaned themselves off of that distasteful encounter. No one entirely knows what ever truly happened that day and it’s better not to ask around. Remy will simply shut you up with more gifts, your dumb cow mind too foggy to remember much of it anyway.

Tattooed their name on your asscheek, forever imprinting themselves into your flesh. It was done the minute they saw you, a sort of hunger in their eyes, the need to own you, for everyone else to know it. Affectionately traces a gloved finger over their lettering of their name ‘Remy’s bull’ permanently etched on the reddened skin, giving it a playful slap. It comes in useful in certain situations, the other animals and humans knowing to keep away from you as they get a glimpse of your tattoo, not wanting to face the farmer’s wrath by the risk of touching you.

Absolutely does not want you breeding with another cattle. Yeah, they do sort of feel bad when they isolated you in their barn, left with stacks of hay, a warm blanket over your frame and plenty of other supplies to keep you entertained, but it was for the best. Knowing every creature eventually goes into heat one day and so did you, caught you uselessly humping at one of the cows, mounting them even! If it weren’t for Remy that immediately stopped it, who knows what would’ve happen?? They know.. Yes, they know that you’re suffering from being deprived like this and so they’re happy to help, letting you get a feel of what real breeding is like at night, as they return from a long day of working on the fields.

Favours you, giving you special treatment and well, the entire farm is aware of it. Muttering about how you’re the only one who actually gets Remy to smile, their usual stern face and their lips who are meant to be pressed in a straight-line now curling up at the sight of you. Everyone shooting each other weird looks as you nuzzle against the farmer’s hand, demanding for attention and they don’t push you away. Just what the hell kind of trickery is this?? Turning the owner of the underground farm into mush, Wren constantly teasing the other about it, but they just scoff and play it off. As if you don’t have them wrapped around your finger, stupid cow.

Cherishes every single drop of milk that you produce, wherever it’s made from, your genitals or chest. Either way, they’re squeezing it all out of you, making extra sure not to waste a droplet of it as it drips down in the numerous cylinders. Such a prodigy too, milking the copious amount, thick consistency on the verge of spilling out from the plastic containers. You don’t know it though, how Remy succumbs to temptation, mouth watering from your organic milk, pink tongue dipping down to get a taste of it. How fucking sweet it is, they’ve never tasted anything like it, swallowing it all in one go. Actually never puts your products on the market since all of it is sloppily consumed by Remy, greedily lapping across their upper lip.

Avery

“There you are, darling. Looking sweet as ever. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? My prize.”

yandere type : self-indulgent, impulsive, controlling

Is in charge of everything that you wear, make it known to the town that you’re Avery’s first and foremost, gifted clothes or lacy chokers to place around your neck, the one they like to admire with a well manicured finger. Your closet now consisting solely of the expensive items that they’ve bought for you, stuffed away in the tight confines of the narrow space. It’s better to wear the suit or dress that the businessperson got for you, for they always know when you don’t, frown appearing on their face whenever they see you walk to school with that annoying orphan. What’s their goddamn name, Rowin? Robin?? God, they don’t care, pulling up next to you with their limousine, tinted window rolling down to greet you with a serene smile, completely ignoring the other standing next to you. They’re not worth your attention, you are.

Is the one to pick you up everywhere and they mean, everywhere. School ends, approaching the school gates and luckily not encountering Whitney in the process, met with Avery waiting in their car, telling you to get in. If they can’t manage a car, let’s say, for example because they’re away from town, coming to pick you up instead in a helicopter, ignoring the awed looks that attracts from others. If their rage is low, which you better hope it is, they’re giving you the full prince/princess treatment, treating you like deity even. Whatever you want, they’re here to provide. Oh, you want this new bag that everyone else has at school? They’re already sifting through their thick wallet, handing you the green notes with a pleased smirk. Buy it, doll. It’s their treat.

Would never let you work at the brothel, not on their watch. Are you crazy? It’s not entirely a lie as one would say, that Avery does hire a few whores on certain nights, crumpled bills stashed away in their pockets. Not with you though. You’re different, special, even if they never openly say it. They’ve never been ready to admit but the idea of you going there every Friday night, sleazy hands trailing over your naked body, no their body. The thought makes Avery grind their teeth, sick at the mere suggestion of you even possibly working there. Why would you? They’ll give you everything you need, pay twice, three times, ten fucking times more than Briar could ever share with you. Out of pettiness however, they do bring you over, in front of Briar’s own watchful eyes, possessive hands placed onto your hips. Loves glancing over to catch the brothel owner’s scowling face, watching on as you grind on the businessperson’s crotch.

Traps you in their manor, turning you into their little, obedient maid that’ll follow their every word and order, the one to come to them at a snap of their fingers. A servant needs to look presentable too, don’t you think? Forcing you into some fetishy maid outfit, silky, feminine lingerie regardless of gender, barely hiding the flushed skin beneath. Skirt is so short that you have to remind yourself to pull at the hem, fabric riding up your plush thighs and exposing your bare flesh to Avery’s hungry eyes. They’ll be such a bitch about it too, crotchless panties, putting your hole on display for them to leer at whenever you bend down to pick something up or are busy dusting a corner that’s particular hard to reach. Earns you a smack to the ass, Avery whistling to themselves as they walk off with your shocked, humiliated gaze on them.

Marks you in a.. different manner than the others, more sophisticated they’d call it? It’s subtle at first, hickeys and bite marks left on your collarbone, shoulder blades, inner thighs, places that usually wouldn’t be visible to other people, not unless you’re wearing something revealing which they don’t allow in public. Escalates to your neck, wrists, maybe corner of your lips, your huffed complaints bringing a smirk to their face, claiming that you’ll be forced to wear a turtleneck from now on to hide the evidence of those traces left behind. Why hide it though? It’s there to be flaunted, meant for the town to know, darling. Won’t take it kindly if you ever do try to worm your way out of it, theirs to own, their precious doll. Makes it official once they tuck the leather collar around your neck, tightening it with a click. Look at you, so pretty. Avery’s prized blue ribbon bitch.

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