#Doldykes

[dol-dee]

i totally think thats dee and avery out to dinner

Okay Boss 🫡

😵‍💫Boobnitized😵‍💫 (or: two f!Averys for the price of one!)

featuring @getinthefuckingcarkitten Avery in the first pic!

Context under the cut! 👇

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Right now, you're mine All mine

George (Wolf Angel PC) belongs to @dolbog

Based on an RP between Bog and me, where Dee gets hit with the Bunny TF Beam. She handles it exceptionally poorly<3 (Context)

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I'm here, I'm your little ray of Sunshine

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Cock Shamevery, Cock Tamedvery

Common Avery L: Calls Dee her "cute little wife" meanwhile Dee exclusively calls her "Avery"

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Dee the Defiant (pc)

Relationship Chart (without Robin bc I didn't design them yet)

Orphan, got held back a few times, older than the school LIs

Nonbinary/Agender. She/Her or They/Them (she doesnt really care)

185cm tall

Scrappy/Fighter

Anger issues

Will pokerface her way through anything if possible

Watches out for her fellow Orphans and other defenceless people when she think that she can get away with intervening

Polite to most people and strangers, if not a bit distant, but with the caveat that she expects them to treat her the same way.

Will not tolerate mistreatment or harassment (well for a price maybe, considering Avery)

Starving for safety, kindness, and friendship

craves kindness and compassion but not above giving into her self serving desires occasionally

Infamous around school for her penchant of helping other students (stops harrassment and bullying when she sees it), as well as being the only one who can best Whitney in a fight. 

Not a popular kid (keeps to herself mostly) but well liked enough by most students.(That does not exempt her from the harassment or bullying though. Actually makes it more unfavorable for her bc everyone thinks she tough enough to handle it.) 

Always wears gloves when possible

Works several jobs to keep the Demons (<Bailey) at bay

The type to shove everything down until she explodes ..or implodes

secret third sense for guessing peoples insecurities right

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🥇Winners of "Worst Couple in Town" competition<33🥇 Foxglove (pc) belongs to @getinthefuckingcarkitten

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Geordee x Moe Flavor / pt 1

George belongs to @dolbog

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All this for a single tiny Polaroid

George the Bachelor (PC) belongs to @dolbog

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Context: HERE

It’s almost claustrophobic the way Sydney cages you in, between your school seat and the wall behind you. Back flush to the wall. 

She must've been waiting for the opportunity, considering your height difference.

Her face is incredibly close and so different from the usual dreamy smile that’s directed at you. 

Dark purple, almost black hair drapes around you like a curtain.

The contrast to her usual self unnerves you a bit. you repress the urge to shiver. 

She inches even closer, so slowly you'd think she mistook you for some skittish animal.

An almost predatory smile twitches against her lips again, before she plants a slow kiss to your cheek. 

“Hello Beloved, I thought I should visit you after you’ve been so busy avoiding me”.

You keep looking at her, eyebrows furrowed, stony silence. She goes on:

“Just wanted to remind my partner who she belongs to. 

We’re promised to each other after all”. She pauses and everything inside you starts to tenses up.

Her languid pace dissipates the moment she rips your shirt open with surprising strength. 

The loose buttons you had wanted to mend later, popping right off. You flinch. Not from shock but the conscious effort to stop your reflexes. To keep yourself from instinctively lashing out.

A low chuckle escapes Sydney.

“Awe don't hold yourself back on my account, Dee. Not after you’ve already hit me once. You know I can take it” Her left hand wanders from the desk you sit at, to your thigh. 

idly stroking it. playing with the hem of your skirt. you keep your gaze on her as apprehension sneaks into the back of your mind. What the fuck did you do to Sydney? You truly hadn’t expected her to react this way, you thought she would’ve been happier with your suggestion. You coerced her into depravity after all.

You still don’t trust your voice to come out right but right as you are about to speak- something flashes over Sydney's face and she bites down on the crook of your neck. 

You successfully squash your instincts once more. It feels weird. You never had to suppress your fight instinct near Sydney before. Hadn't needed them with her in the first place.

The ghost of a smile caresses your skin. Sydney's bite hurts but it's tolerable compared to past injuries you’ve had. You can hold out, it could be worse.

Time seems to slow as she sucks several hickies into your shoulder and cleavage. lovingly punctuated by harsh bites. 

You’re glad you decided to buy that spiked choker so many months ago or your throat would probably share the same fate. 

it's irritating how easily your body reacts to her. You keep perfectly still, clenching your teeth to ground yourself.

You feel a bit short of breath once Sydney finally shoves off of you to stalk away, with the same warm smile she usually sports around you.

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Geordee Pin-Ups / pt 2

George belongs to @dolbog

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Alright fellas click HERE for free filth

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She's losing the idgaf wars

Context:

This comic is based on this page from Raise wa tanin ga li

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Sorry were you here for DOL art? Too bad you get more of my shitty Geordee doodles.

George (PC) belongs to @dolbog

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Butchvery compilation

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Businessbutch Avery who climbed up the very very sexist and honestly very traumatizing DOL business ladder and clawed her way into being successful through any means necessary. Businessbutch Avery who now perpetuates the cycle as a form of dealing with it and comforting herself by being a predatory older woman(hot) and surrounding herself with younger women in order to both make her feel more powerful and untouchable amongst elites and be her comfort that she can take her emotions out on when she needs to. Dee who was the worst possible choice for this (Avery one day ends up on a leash. Very disgruntled about it)

Hi Anon! I know its been like months atp gfdfds. Sorry that it took so long but your ask was literally so delicious (It's been continuously in my mind <3) i really wanted to get the artwork right (Averys face gave me so much trouble)

 Avery is finally getting her comeuppance<3 

Avery was sitting at the foot of her bed, surrounded by the remains of her trashed room., Whiskey bottle in hand, taking repeated swigs from it. She might have to get a new one soon, at the pace that she was going. It had been two days now since the.. incident? She still didn't know what to call that whole ordeal. She almost didn’t want to put a label on it either. If she tried hard enough, she’d surely be able to pretend it away. But all she could focus on, was, how in all her life, there had never been anyone that had made her feel this particular brand of powerlessness. Not even her parents.

Forced into total submission, against her will, by none other than her fucking sugar baby. The girl had practically taken her apart. Slowly, methodically and extremely thoroughly. Her low, husky laughter, accompanying every climax. Barely containing her glee at Avery’s pathetic writhing, until the only thing her sore, exhausted body could muster up were dry orgasms. Unfortunately it hadn’t stopped there either- 

She shivers at the memory, all of her blood rushing southward. Quickly followed by a renewed wave of fury.  The last bit of her whiskey was now splattered across the wall. Bottle infuriatingly whole and innocently rolling to a stop on the carpet. Avery grinds her teeth, seething. That fucking minx. 

It had been a long long time since she had felt so.. so small and useless. humiliated. And yet.. and yet ..... and yet... the most absurd thing about all of this was that.. she had.. liked it?Oh. Admitting to it, even in the privacy of her own head, made her want strangle the fucking bitch all over again. And the worst part was; She wasn’t even sure if it was purely out of anger or the hope of getting a repeat performance.

[dol-dee]

Monster of your own making