#Leighton dol

[morgana-ren]

Leighton, who knows your face but not your name once school is in session. He's never met you before, but you catch his attention in the hallway. You're laughing and giggling with friends, school folder squeezed to your chest and a sweet smile on your face. You walk right past him without a glance, too engrossed in your conversation to notice his leering.

Pretty thing, he thinks, wondering if he has any photos of you.

Surely not. He'd remember someone like you.

Leighton, who sends Sirris out to the cafe as he conducts his 'inspections.' Camera in hand, he lines the girls up and tells them to unbutton their shirts and flash their breasts— for health reasons, of course. He takes his photos as each girl strips and shifts uncomfortably before sending them back to their seats. His grin widens when he realizes you're at the end of the line.

Finally, he thinks.

You lower your blouse over your shoulders and ball your hands on either side of your torso, trying to hide the view from anyone but him, hard swallowing and trying not to meet his eyes. He stares for a moment before finally snapping a few photos, catching your quivering lip in the shot.

"Nice pair,' he says, licking his lips and imagining what it would feel like to jiggle the fat in his palms. You flush, shrinking back as he reaches forward and indulges, running a calloused thumb over the hardening peak. A quick squeeze and he realizes he's out of time.

She'll give me an excuse one day, he thinks, palming his hard cock beneath his desk. All students do at some point or another. You'll end up in his office. He's sure of it.

Leighton, who grows tired of waiting. You're a good girl, it seems. Well liked and behaved. A teacher favorite. So he takes things into his own hands.

He bribes two delinquents to frame you. He doesn't care how.

Just ensure she is sent to me, he tells them. They oblige gleefully. Thank God for this horrible town and the rotten fruit it bears.

Leighton, who is particularly careless with his car the next day. He drives through puddles and parks under trees; he doesn't take the tunnel to work, letting the rain wash over the paint job. Filthy, filthy, filthy.

It won't stay like this for long, he thinks.

You sit in his office after school, squirming and fingering anxiously at your skirt. You've never been here before. You're a good girl.

"I have something special for you today."

He takes you to the private lot, pointing to the sponge and bucket of soapy water sitting beside his car. You look at him and then the bucket incredulously. Surely he doesn't want—

"You'll want to take off your clothes for this," He grins, with far too many teeth. "No sense in getting your little uniform dirty."

You do as you're told. You strip down to your panties and get nice and wet and soapy cleaning his car. He watches attentively— very attentively, legs crossed to hide the throbbing length straining against his slacks.

"You missed a spot," he points, leaning in for a better view as you bend and buff out some dirt on his bumper. Your wet underwear clings to your ass, starting to ride up, and you don't dare pinch at it—

If only he had more time, he thinks.

Leighton, who raises a hand to Sydney in the Library. You rush to his aid, demanding an explanation.

"Supplies have gone missing under their watch," he tells you. "And they are responsible."

You claim equal responsibility, noble little thing that you are.

"Punish me too."

You don't have to tell him twice. Normally he'd have you both over the counter, but he can't pass up the opportunity. He empties the library, and tells Sydney to lock the door behind him. He won't hear any protestation from the little brat. None of it.

"I'm doing as she asked. Now get out."

You cling to the desk as he bends you over and flips your schoolgirl skirt, biting your lip to hide your shame. He takes a good, long look, committing it to memory before slapping the curve of your ass with his hand.

God, what he wouldn't give to—

Oh, wait. He's the headmaster. He can do as he pleases.

Your knees buckle as he crooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and gives them a firm tug down.

"This is a severe infraction, and thus begets a severe punishment. One you won't soon forget."

And one he won't either.

You yelp as he repeatedly cocks his hand back and slaps your bare bottom without mercy, your eyelashes wet and dewy as little silvery tears trail down your cheeks. Your cries border on obscene, and if he tries, he can imagine you're moaning for him like the naughty little thing he knows you are inside.

Your skin turns the most delicious shade, abuse leaving you already turning a cosmic shade of colors from the bruising. He almost pants harder than you do, hardly even needing to touch you to feel his peak approaching. He's horrified, but he can't stop. He's gone far past the 'deserved' punishment but the way you mewl and whimper has his mind obscured with hazy pink lust.

"H-headmaster!"

"Please let me go!"

"I'll be a good girl, I promise!"

He has to stop. He has to. If he doesn't, he's going to make a mess of his trousers.

A mess that should be on your teary little face and jiggling tits and all over your pretty cunt and deep in your bruising ass

With a final blow, he releases your arms, trying to catch his breath. You stay bent and sobbing long enough for him to catch a quick photo on his cell.

(Never the cell phone. Never ever the cell phone. Too traceable, too damning— but he can't bear to forget the sight in every marvelous detail. Before the shape of his hand disappears from your creamy skin and his handiwork heals over.)

Leighton, who leans over you as you sob, large hand grabbing a rough handful of your ass, snarling in your ear.

"You're a naughty little brat, and I'll be seeing you again soon. Mark my words."

He knows you feel his eagerness as he presses against you; there's no way you can't feel the hot, hard length practically ready to pop behind his zipper. His face is as red as your behind and he can tell if he doesn't pull away now, he'll have you here and now. He wouldn't be able to stop himself— couldn't control it.

Leighton, who turns without another word, leaving you heaving and weeping against the counter, bottom bared and practically bleeding.

Leighton, who beelines to his office, locking himself inside before making the mess he so longs to all over the printed pictures he has of your exposed tits and pouting lips.

It's not the same.

It's not the fucking same.

Leighton, who decides in that moment that he can't live if he can't defile you himself. He wants to feel those tight, wet walls constrict around his cock, velvety and hot. He wants to spread your legs and work you over until you're a panting, moaning mess, begging him to stop—

To keep going.

Leighton, the educator, who would be remiss in his position if he didn't teach you all about sexuality. About the dirty things humans do in the dark. About what a mouth is truly capable of and that your ass is used for more than just discipline.

Leighton, the headmaster, who announces to the school the very next day that he'll be rewarding all of his best students with private positions in his office for extra credit.

Leighton, your headmaster, who makes it mandatory.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“leighton’s delight”

leighton x reader

contains: blackmail, manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation,

synopsis: leighton stumbles across your journal full of dirty thoughts

word count: 646

Leighton had always wondered what you were writing in that silly little notebook of yours. It was notoriously hard to catch a glimpse inside; it was even harder to catch you without it. So imagine his surprise when he finds it stacked neatly atop the library return basket. Poor, overworked, you must’ve mixed it up with one of your textbooks. He made no attempt to conceal his baleful grin as he pawed through the pages. He already knew you were a dirty, filthy slut, and he had the evidence to prove it. This, though? This was just the icing on the cake.

When you get called down to his office the following day, panic sets in. You had caught wind of Leighton’s proclivities early on from fellow peers and had done your best to stay off his radar, even going so far as to allow your classmates to harass you if it just meant avoiding Leighton’s notorious detention. Which is precisely why your current predicament doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been a model student since day one, never racking up even a single point of delinquency. You made sure of it. And most worryingly, you had never heard of Leighton pulling a student out of class before.

You racked your brain for answers, coming up with nothing. For now, you could only do as instructed. You try not to let your classmates' taunts get to you as you leave the classroom.

He waits patiently outside his office, leaning on the frame of the door. You can feel him ogle you as you reluctantly trudge down the hall. Silently ushering you inside, he swiftly locks the door before wordlessly guiding you towards his desk. You expertly dodge his prying hands, though he doesn’t seem affected in the least. He gestures to his office chair.

“Sit.”

You blink once, then again. He quirked an eyebrow amusedly, gesturing a second time. You dare not make him repeat a third.

“Open the bottom left drawer.”

Inside, your eyes rest upon a small, leather-bound journal, and you freeze. He knows.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest. He’s toying with you. He knows.

You spare a glance in his direction, pitiful, pleading eyes meeting leering, unforgiving ones. There is no mercy here—not in this office, not in this school, not in this town. You apprehensively return to your book, scooping it up with trembling hands and clutching it to your chest, as if it would protect you from Leighton’s advances. You blankly stare when he gestures to you again. You don’t understand. What does he want from you? What is he asking you to do?

“No,” you blurt out in realization. You won’t. You refuse. No amount of blackmail could make you read those dirty, innermost desires you had put on paper aloud. You ready your escape, quickly rising from the seat. You’re going to leave this office with what little dignity you have remaining, and you won’t regret it when your classmates point and laugh at the polaroids pinned to every bulletin board in school. Not when passersbys jeer at you as you walk home. Certainly not when your fellow orphans look at you with pity and disdain. Not even when among them is Robin. Your sweet, adoring Robin, whose eyes would no doubt lose the admiration and love you had grown so fond of.

You slide back into the seat, defeated. Leighton had won, and he knew it. Oh, how you wish to wipe that smugness right off his face.

Try as you might, you couldn't find your voice.

"Take your time, dear. I've already informed your teachers that you'll be missing class. You're mine for the rest of the day."

Tears gather in your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. How amusing! You were already proving to be quite the delight.

[misteluna]

Please

I'm gonna need the DoL devs to make Bailey and Leighton into straight up love interests, my daddy issues crave more abuse from older men

[juuce]

whitney would be sooo easily stockholm syndromed it's not even funny

he's clearly desperate to be liked, has abandonment issues and an inability to accept his desires, and he has his own exhibitionist streak and some switchy tendencies (his -dominance events that are also +lust or +love...)

i'm just thinking about how when he gets kidnapped for the underground brothel they say he's just the boss's type. how delicious for him~

now here's someone who likes whitney from the get-go. whitney doesn't have to intimidate or force them into it because they'll be the one doing the forcing. they won't ever leave him. in fact, they won't ever let him go.

he just has to be a good boy for them. just get fucked by any client that wants to, and you can sleep in bed with the boss tonight, ok? <3

and he can pretend all he wants that he doesn't like this but don't worry. it's safe here to just let it all out. it's ok if you're a cock-hungry whore, whitney, no one will judge you. don't worry about what your old friends might think, they don't matter. just think about how proud the boss will be, how he'll reward you for putting on a good show on that stage tonight~

alternatively, leighton sometimes visits the brothel, so if he's heard some rumors that a certain bratty ex-student of his is at the underground brothel, well, it's not a stretch for him to pay a visit, is it? and if he makes a deal with the boss to share his extensive collection of pictures & videos for the brothel's website in exchange for said bratty ex-student...

[shokujin-art]

Just your local bunny girl dancing at Briar's club with some familiar faces around. Honestly would love some of them to visit the club and find out pc currently working here :3c

[ilovedarius666]

倫恩好可愛...

[propertyofwhitney67]

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𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘊 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘐𝘯 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴

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𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬

𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘹 𝘹 𝘹 x x

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𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘺𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘹

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𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘗𝘵 2

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

[inkyquince]

God just need the PC to be playing beach volleyball when a car slowly makes it way on the road along the beach, before stopping just a few meters away from where your playing. You can't see whose inside but you feel their gaze. So you keep playing.

You don't know that the perverted older man is inside, rubbing his cock, at the sight of you in those volleyball shorts and jumping around. With a cock, they're transfixed by the delicious way it bounces as you jump, needing for some sort of slip, a pretty cockhead or a sweet, soft ball. With tits, they're watching your tits, no matter the size, press against your shirt, nipples hard as you jump and run, enjoying the cute bounce. And ALWAYS staring at your ass, wanting more cheek so slip out, wanting someone to pants you or give you a wedgie and they get a better view.

Bailey on the phone, cigarette hanging from his lower lip as he talks, idly using the heel of his palm to massage his slowly stirring cock, deciding to appreciate the sight. Doren swearing to himself it's just to see if he should recommend to Mason that you should go competitive, his fat, flushed, angry cock dribbling on his hand has nothing to do with this! Leighton digging through his bag and getting his camera out, recording you closely as he ignores his tented cock, not playing with it until he goes home and admire you properly. Niki rolls down the window not facing the beach and waves down a random passer-by, folded twenty pinched between his fore and middle finger. Gets them to go give you a wedgie. Raises his camera, needing to capture your poor squeezed crotch, your ass cheeks being even more on show, your embarrassed smacking at this stranger. He rolls his lollipop stick against his teeth. Knows exactly who'd enjoy these, and gives his own tented trousers an unimpressed look. Avery stopping when he sees you, ruminating on the pros of offering you a ride and the cons of getting sand on his car. Just watches you, the cons slowly fading from his mind and just watching your cute body move, knowing exactly how desperately you hump his cock. Smirks. Rolls down the window and like a beacon you immediately see him. You know your place, and he offers a genuine smile to you, knowing you will be slobbering on his cock as he drives, idly dragging his fingers along it.

[esthercore]

Yans! putting defiant you in a collar with a leash attached to it, with the other end of the leash attached to their pants, so they can finally get some peace from you trying to run away every time they drag you back.

Having you crawl in all fours as you get dragged around, enjoying your humiliation after how much you had troubled them previously, tugging on the leash whenever they are bored, having you suckle on their cock, not cause he's aroused, but just the sight of you where you belong, they don't even make you suck them off, jut keeping your warm mouth around their length warming it, bring intense pleasure to their soul itself.

Even after when you show a bit of compliance and they remove the leash, you will have one of those jingling collars so they can hear when their baby is moving around or is near them, & especially love how erratically it rings when they are buried inches deep in you. wrecking your hole like an animal in heat ♡

I really like leashes

[junjunjunko]

POV You're broke and these four men are about to absolutely destroy your life and traumatize you.

[izumamill]

Eden and Leighton in my design

[shoknsfw]

This meme is too unhinged to end on my main — I'm sorry for Leighton, I just love to bully that old man :3c

[mellowwillowy]

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⤷ Synopsis: An honor student was sent to detention, and to everyone's surprise, it was nothing out of the ordinary until the headmaster decided that he had enough and gave your beloved caretaker a call.

⤷ warnings — possessive behaviors, mention of past abuse and trauma, gn reader

"Seriously, your caretaker will be hearing this soon." The headmaster grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose, another trip to detention which you thought would just be another chance to laze inside the headmaster's room, sleeping on the couch while killing time.

"Didn't he tell you not to bother him over menial problems like this?"

"Considering how many times you have lazed in my room, I wouldn't say it's menial anymore. Besides, just what made you think that it was a great idea to pick a fight with Whitney?!"

You groaned at the headmaster's bickering, waiting for your beloved caretaker to just come and patch your wounded ass. Picking a fight with the head bully was never a great idea but you were somehow itching for a fight by the school's corridor out of nowhere!

"He should be here by now."

"And you will not be hearing the end from us."

The doors to the headmaster's room swung open, revealing your caretaker who was wearing an annoyed expression. "I supposed it's supposed to be something important, Leighton?" The man questioned your headmaster as he leaned toward the doorframe.

"Did you not learn the etiquette of referring to someone who is older than you too?"

"Oh I'm so sorry but we did not recall ever seeing you being a proper headmaster."

You and he both attended the same school, and the only thing that was surprising enough was that the uniform you two once wore hadn't changed much. Some may say that your uniform seemed a bit different but that was all, no further questions were asked about you. Especially your age.

"Your pretty little brat was causing trouble again, am I in the wrong to summon their beloved caretaker?" the headmaster spat as he drummed his fingers on the table, "Not the first, second nor tenth. But I couldn't just close my eyes anymore on this matter."

You tugged on your caretaker's suit, "Bailey, do you have bubblegum?" Surely you were defiant enough to not listen to the headmaster's bickering but he wouldn't do anything about it. He couldn't.

Bailey sighed as he handed you a pack of bubblegum, at the very least it kept you away from cigarettes. "And?"

"If I have to say, I am kind enough to give them preferential treatment, wouldn't you say so too? No photographs, no spanking, and no-"

"I think you are a bit too high over your head right now," Bailey growled at his remarks, "I too, am being nice to you. What do you think this school will do to a perverted headmaster like you if I leaked out all the blackmail materials you had against the students?"

You thought to yourself as you blew out a balloon, would the mayor do anything about this? Probably not unless a revolution started or the Mayor was edged by Bailey until he had no choice but to dismiss your headmaster.

"You are wasting my time, you know that right? And you," Bailey looked back at you, making you pop the balloon and chew the gum back.

"What?"

Bailey chewed back all the nasty words he was about to tell you as he scratched his head, "Get into the car. I'll have a chat with him first." You shrugged and left the room without looking back, shutting the dual doors tight.

--

"I'm not going to say much anymore," Bailey stood up from his seat and walked toward the door, "they could now feel how it's like to be a student and all you had to was turn a blind eye to everything they did, is that so hard?"

The headmaster's face contorted into a scowl, "Bastards, you two really have your caretaker's tendencies running thick in your blood, blackmailing just to obtain what you want."

"Whatever you are saying, if I see them troubled again, I won't be this lenient anymore." Bailey slammed the doors with a loud thud and thought to himself, just who was the brat that punched you so hard that it cut your left lip?

--

"Did you win?"

"Hmm... I think so, considering how I'm the only one who could walk to detention." You shrugged as Bailey examined your bruises in the car, your uniform torn and stained with blood, your hair disheveled, and a cut on your left lip.

Bailey groaned at your sight and started to drive like a madman toward the orphanage, "Good, just make sure you can at the very least win."

You cackled at his words and started to play the radio, bobbing your head to the tunes, "Reminiscing how hellish it was whenever you see me wounded?"

Bailey didn't respond but hell he knew what you meant. The two of you were not catered to as children and ironically enough, the boy you once remembered as someone kind and loving is now a ruthless extortionist called Caretaker, perhaps he was worse than your previous caretaker but he was nice enough to not do anything toward the children that were not considered as an adult yet.

Perhaps that was the only justification you could give him.

"Ah right, time to pay up brat."

"No preferential treatment for me?"

"You are still my orphans and I am nothing but a fair man."

You pouted at his words, those who failed to pay will be sold but you knew he wouldn't do that. Besides, the others would be squirming happily should he ever sell you.

"I think I'm short in money sir."

"What a coincidence, I need someone to clean my bedroom and make my bed," Bailey looked at you side-eyed, "and I need someone to keep me company for the night, I suppose you could cover up your debt with this much yeah?"

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Lil something I drew for the dol art event discord The big bad four poker night ✨

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PC's relationship chart with NPCs and LIs!