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Poor Doe getting bullied... Whitney even messed her hair up

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Doe!

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hiii! i wanted to ask which mod u are using for your game. Im currently using Mikili Mod because the look for pc is super cute but there arent many clothing options so i was curious what you were using for your game.

Hi! The mod I use is Degrees of Lewdity Plus + Goose + Mysterious! You can find it on the DOLMods website here ♡

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the babiest baby to ever baby

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♡ Doe ♡

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hiii! i wanted to ask which mod u are using for your game. Im currently using Mikili Mod because the look for pc is super cute but there arent many clothing options so i was curious what you were using for your game.

Hi! The mod I use is Degrees of Lewdity Plus + Goose + Mysterious! You can find it on the DOLMods website here ♡

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Doe & Brianna ♡

Brianna ‘ doe is my new best friend and if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself ‘ @whitneythebully

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I wanted to share a little more about my DOL pc, Doe the Model!

She's always wanted to be a model, and despite it being her main passion, right now she does a bit of everything to make ends meat. It didn’t take her long for her modeling to take an exhibitionist streak. She loves attention more than anything.

Even though she’s Whitney’s girl, she can’t help but flirt with everyone- it’s just in her nature. She seems confident with her actions, but she usually talks with a bit of a meek tone (usually to play innocent and get what she wants). Despite having all A’s, most people look at her and assume she’s dumb, which she plays into. She’d rather have everyone think of her as stupid than realize she’s planning on how to steal from them and get away with it, or use them to her advantage.

At school, she has distinctions in every class except math, with a preference for English, Housekeeping, and History. She is a cheerleader, though she only really signed up for the cute outfit and attention she gets from wearing it.

Physically, she’s very short and curvy. Around 5’3, 180 lbs. Very voluptuous and very confident. She has large hips and thighs with a small waist and modest breasts. She knows she gets more attention when she wears revealing clothes, but she plays dumb about it to Whitney or anyone else who oogles her.  Whitney is her main love interest, and she adores her more than anything. Even before Whitney warmed up to Doe, she was obsessed with her, bordering on the yandere-side of things.

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Doe's school outfits ♡

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Whitney, after cumming down PC's throat

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need more DOL mutuals/friends ♡ like this or leave a message and i'll follow you!! ♡

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wip of sydneyyyyy my beloved

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Doe's wardrobe ♡

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recreating these outfits with the DOLP + Goose mod ♡

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femme whitney is great but have you considered… masc whitney…. mean masc lesbian whitney…

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Scarce (female whitney x reader) male whitney version here ♡

warnings: degrees of lewdity (and whitney) are its own warning, mentions of harassment/non con, abusive/controlling relationships, whitney is kinda nice

"Supplies are scarce," The dealer says. "Very scarce. £2000 per dose. Don't try to negotiate. There are plenty of rich kids looking to impress mummy and daddy."

You don’t need to check your wallet, there’s no way you’d be able to shell out £500 on stimulants, let alone £2000. You’re barely managing to scrape by as it is, especially since you took on Robin’s debt.

Between waiting at the Cafe, working on Alex’s farm, and volunteering as an initiate at the Temple, you’re surprised you even have the time to study. But that’s why you need stimulants, to give you the edge you could’ve had if you weren’t forced to work so hard.

You swallow and shake your head, walking away from the dealer without another word. Tears prick at your eyes as your stomach churns, terrified that you might start crying before you can reach the bathrooms.

You don’t have rich parents to impress, but you still want to win. The 2000 pound reward was enough to catch your attention when River was describing the competition, despite maths being your worst subject. God knows you need the money.

The £4000 allowance doled out by the Temple each month is the only thing keeping you from having to sell yourself on the streets. Though the idea of fast cash is appealing, you don’t want to do it. There was a reason you were working yourself into an early grave even though you’ve been told an ‘easier’ way existed. It’s dangerous work, and even if you got over that part, it terrifies you to think of what Whitney would do if she found out.

Sure, she called you ‘slut’ more than she called you by your own name. But you were hers. She made that much abundantly clear, not only to you but to anyone who dared touch you in front of her.

You freeze when Whitney flashes into your mind. You didn’t know much about her, not really. But from what you’ve gathered, there’s no way she could help you out financially, or want to help you for that matter. Despite the tears in your eyes, the corners of your lips flicker up into a half-smile. You didn’t need Whitney’s money, you would never ask that of her. But you did need her help.

It doesn’t take long to find her, it’s an hour before class starts and she, for once, is early. Standing inside the school gate, near the entrance, smoking with her friends. You walk to her, shoes silent on the freshly fallen snow.

When you get to her, you reach out and grab onto her sleeve, giving it a gentle tug.

“W-Whitney…”

Whitney looks down at you, her face unchanging as she blows smoke into yours. “The fuck do you want, slut?”

You try your best not to cough, but the smoke does nothing to help your stinging eyes. They fill up even more, making the world blurry with tears. You look down, but don’t drop your grip on her sleeve.

“Oi,” She barks at her posse. “Fuck off.”

“Hey-“ One of her goons starts to protest.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Whitney flicks her cigarette butt at the lean boy before taking a mock step forward, the threat of a punch looming. The boy flinches away. “No? Right, now get the fuck out’ve here.”

They scatter fast after that, leaving just the two of you behind.

“Hey, up here.” Whitney takes your chin between her forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at her. “Did someone fuck with my property again?”

Your status at school is no secret- it’s probably one of the reasons Whitney noticed you in the first place. She hadn’t been the only one to bully you, though at least she hadn’t beaten you up like some of the other students had.

But since Whitney claimed you as hers, only a few people have tried to rough you up like the way they used to. And those who tried, well… They wouldn’t even look in your direction now.

“No,” You say quietly, letting your head lean against her middle for a second. You feel how her chest moves with an intake of breath.

“Someone fucking with you?”

“No,” You haven’t asked for her help before, she’d given it without you needing to ask when you’d gotten beaten up after school, and on Halloween when that man tried to grope you. “Maybe… yeah, I think so.”

“Thinking too hard, huh? It’s not good for sluts like you. Too pretty for that, lemme do the thinking. What’s going on?”

“I… I tried to uh…” You trail off, suddenly embarrassed to admit that you’ve been taking stimulants. “Buy stimulants... and I… I don’t know…”

“Gabe selling them again?” You give her a confused look. “Skinny fucker, short too.” You nod.

“He um… Keeps raising the prices. I can’t… I can’t afford them. I don’t know if it’s just for me but… I can’t...”

“Figured you’d get your big bad girlfriend to shake ‘em down, yeah?” She teases, her voice uncannily soft as she cups your cheek. “Fuck, you’re adorable. Fucking nerd. Yeah, I know that guy. How much is he charging?”

“Two thousand pounds.”

“Fuck that.” She laughs, tugging you close. “You’re not paying a thing to that fuck, got it?”

“Whitney I need-”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll get your pills, smarty. Relax.”

It’s your turn to exhale, your shoulders dropping at her command. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me on your knees, slut.” Whitney smirks. “But I’ll take a kiss, for now.”

Grabbing you by the waist, she leans down. Connecting your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth as her hands explore your body. When she pulls away, you’re gasping, and painfully turned on.

“Now run off, I’ve got shit to do.”

You follow her orders, stumbling off into the school as she rolls up her sleeves and stalks towards the stimulant dealer.