#degrees of lewdity Bailey

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - nsfw, physical/psychological abuse, wildly unhealthy relationship dynamics, and derogatory language.

Most days, Bailey struggles to decide whether you're an idiot or a masochist.

He’s leaning towards the former, but it wouldn’t take much to sway him towards the latter. That doesn’t make you special on its own, though – no, most of the stupid brats in his orphanage have shit for brains and the survival instincts of pre-splattered roadkill, but you manage to make your peers look like shining pillars of intelligence and caution and all the good, important, necessary traits that you were tragic enough to be born without. If he didn’t know better, he might think that you’re doing it on purpose, that your behavior is just the product of some misplaced cry for attention. You should count yourself lucky that he’s a hell of a lot smarter than you’ll ever be.

He should’ve gotten rid of you the first time you failed to pay your rent. He should’ve, and he tried to – selling you off to the highest bidder, leaving you blindfolded in alleyways and restrained on the edge of town, but like a beaten dog too stupid to acknowledge that its master left it for dead, you always seem to drag yourself back, always bruised, most often bloody, and occasionally soaking wet. More than once, you haven’t made it all the way back, and he’s had to go out of his way to pick up ‘his precious ward’ from the intensive care unit at Harper’s request. He would leave you there, if he thought his reputation would survive giving that freak of a doctor a free lab rat.

 You can’t hold down a job. That part, he can’t entirely blame on you. If going outside is risky, then trying to earn a living is all-but a death sentence in a town like this. He knows you have a few minor gigs, pick up odd jobs every now-and-then around the wealthier neighborhoods, but it’s never more than petty cash, and having to watch you drag yourself through the orphanage halls with torn clothes and that distant, glazed-over look in your eyes almost makes what little rent money you can scrap up not worth it. You’re wary enough to keep your head down in school, so you don’t have a lot of friends, either. Most of your time is spent at home; toiling in your weed-infested garden, trying to pretend you aren’t hiding in your room, and when he lets you, curling up in the smallest, darkest corner of his office – your legs pulled into your chair and your eyes fixed on the floor. He asked, once, why you thought you had to waste your time sulking in his peripheral like some poor, attention-starving kitten. Despite help from the better half of a bottle from his vintage stash, he can still remember your answer.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, with a smile so delicate, he was almost tempted to see how easily it shattered. “I guess I just feel safe around you.”

He stopped asking for rent, after that.

He tries not to think about you. It’s a constant effort, but he tries the hardest when he’s standing in your doorway hours after midnight, fucking his fist as you pretend to sleep less than a full ten feet away. He still hasn’t made up his mind about the masochist part, but you have to be an idiot. A pretty, empty-headed idiot.

His pretty, empty-headed idiot.

He decides, as he finishes to the sound of your muffled sobbing, that he’ll soak it in while he can. Even if he does his best, even if he keeps his distance, even if you never come to your senses and run far, faraway, he knows he won’t have long left to enjoy this.

He knows that, no matter how hard he tries to hold himself back, you’re not going to feel very safe around him for much longer.

[ilovedarius666]

倫恩好可愛...

[nopecho]

IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS?????

I feel like my mind is exploding.

Whitney?? A good father?? Sir????

[meowburgerz]

MY ORPHANS ARE ALL MORONS

[allfearstofallto]

I am going actually dumb thinking about being Bailey's favorite girl!!

Male Bailey x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, Dub/non-con, black mail, anal, virginity, unprotected sex, rough sex, finishing inside, squirting

Everyone knows that he charges you less or nothing at all, being sweet on you in a way that's almost uncanny for his character.

He adores just watching you walk around the orphanage, never making you go out into that harsh town to sell yourself off. Work for him, he tells you, your labor will pay off the debt slowly.

But his eyes always look at you hungrily, his hands always squeezing at the flesh of your thighs or the fat of your ass. He bends you over his desk one day as you sob and beg him not to take your virginity. Bailey just sighs, running a hand through his dark hair, he instead angles the head of his cock towards your puckered asshole.

He won't be gentle as he defiles you right there, dick painfully going in and out of your ass as you grip the desk for purchase. You're still whimpering as he holds your hips, grunting as his balls slap against your cunt. You hate the way it feels. You hate how much his big, thick, hairy cock is stretching your butt. But you still cum for him. His large fingers rub at your clit while he fucks into your ass and you feel your pussy begin to squirt, you feel it drip down your thighs, puddling onto the floor below you.

"That's my girl," he'll mutter into the crook of your neck.

He'll finish inside your ass, pulling out and gripping one of your cheeks so the gaping hole can stay open and he can watch the cum leak out, your body shaking from the tears and the orgasm that was just forced from you.

Expect pussy inspections daily. Expect him to tell you to climb up on that desk and spread your legs. He'll look at your soaking entrance like it was sent from the heavens above, a finger going in and out of your tight hole, watching the way you squirm.

"Still a virgin for me, aren't you?" He'll ask while making you cum on his fingers, getting them wet and slippery. You'll nod, babbling words promising that you haven't done it with anyone else. Then he'll stand from his office chair, dropping his pants, you'll gulp at the sight of that large cock, twitching and leaking precum. He goes for your ass again, pounding into it and knocking the wind out of you.

[just-dol-headshots]

Groveling, begging, crying to see your Bailey. Aaaaa, can't get it out of my head. Please bestow your art upon this poor beggar.

He looks like this to me 🤔

Tattoos and more stubble pending

[iianx-0]

Asked some more questions to Vrel !!

From the Pc scale of sadism, how sadistic is Quinn? A1. They're a vengeful sadist.

How long Quinn been mayor? Had they always been in the political scene? A2. They've been mayor for several years.

Why did Briar decided to run a brothel? A3. It suited their talents, and connections.

Are any of the villains happy with the path they chose? A4. Not really, though they're not all thoughtful enough to realise.

How did Leighton act when he was younger? A5. They'd get in trouble a lot, but be bailed out by their parents.

I remember reading something like, if villain NPC turns into animal everything will go just as normal as if they were a human. Why would the villain NPCs be so unfazed by the fact their acquaintance just suddenly turn into an animal? A6. Unfazed is the wrong word, but it would suit them for things to proceed as expected.

What were the villain NPCs childhood toys? ^^ A7.I'm afraid to say!

Bailey seems to take on requests if he’s getting paid a lot of money in doing so, like going on dates with PC, dressing up, sex, ect.. but is their anything Bailey won’t do even with a big money on the request? A8.Break the wards.

I remember reading about how Bailey’s old fishing gear in the orphanage’s loft. Assuming that the gear is usable and Pc finds it, how would Eden and to an extent, Bailey, feel seeing Pc fish with Bailey’s old gear? (Lets say pc is fishing for supplies for the kitchen loft!) A9.Bailey would be more upset than they'd let on. Eden would be nostalgic.

How did Bailey’s old fishing gear ended in the orphanage loft? A10.It's where it was normally stored, even when it was used.

What will Bailey do if Pc hid in the orphanage loft so they don’t have to pay the debt? A11.They'd send someone looking.

Maybe… just maybe a little ancedotal story on quinn ? 🙏 A12. The once drunk drove their car into a building, almost killing someone. Strings were pulled, and it was covered up. Image question + answer!!

[kittiesandkillers]

Guys, this is gonna sound nuts, but do you think that Bailey and Kylar might somehow be related? Ok, hear me out. I never would have guessed this but there's something in the game code that says that Kylar and Bailey will always have the same hair color. It's always either black or brown but whichever color one of them has they both always have. I may or may not be losing my mind over this shit.

[nepturi]

[suemuehasthoughts]

are you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go apeshit?

idk, just wanted to draw Sue lookin like she's on max stress and trauma, she's been having it good on my drawings lately

[flaneur001]

Smoke and Mirrors

Summary- The game mechanics have changed, you can no longer seduce Bailey. But do they succeed in making Bailey forget? Pairings- M!Bailey the caretaker x GN PC

CW- self aware Bailey, slightly nsfw, mentions of trauma

Bailey was harrowed. The last week itself felt like  a lifetime had passed. His usually stoic face now wore a slight grimace. Deep bags sat underneath dark eyes with a tired eclipse in them. 

He was so on edge that he would snap at the orphans millering around, at the barest of provocation. The orphans sensed his ire, steering clear of him. Not even a shadow dared linger near his office.

Inside the blinds were snapped shut, barring entry of any natural air or daylight. It was dank and suffocating. A heavy layer of smoke hung about his office, making the vicinity hard to see let alone sit in for hours on end, yet Bailey chose to do exactly that. Smoking like a chimney and stewing in seclusion during the lazy afternoon hours.

The gentle tic tic tic from the grandfather clock, set a hypnotic rhythm making Bailey’s head throb. Clenching his jaw, he let his head fall back, and hang over the back of the chair. He felt his eyelids droop with barely restrained exhaustion, threatening to take over.

And yet. 

And yet he refused to sleep.

The reason? Bailey scoffed

He was convinced that something was definitely wrong with him. If not, why else would he have these visions? Flashbacks? He didn’t even know if what he saw were actual memories or a sinister conjuring of his deceitful mind.

Bailey was no stranger to nightmares, having had his fair share of trauma in this debaucherous town. Trauma which was neatly packed and stowed away in some deep recess of his mind. Please and thank you. 

He didn’t need this pesky hindrance in his everyday routine. Bailey had far more pressing matters to attend to. But instead here he was isolating himself, all because he was too afraid to sleep.

The notion itself made him laugh out loud in incredulity. Why was this happening? What prompted it? Bailey had wracked his brain all night, when he leaned across the railing of his balcony, letting the midnight air cool his sweat slick body.

He still remembered that image. It was painfully sliced into his memory like a permanent scar. Bailey had jolted up in his bed, unable to breathe for a solid minute. One would think this visceral reaction was a result of him seeing some eldritch horror. It wasn’t. 

Bailey was terrified beyond wits to see a version of himself which felt too real to brush off as a nightmare. 

He knew that if he closed his eyes in that instant, he would see it. Clear as day.

Big hands bracketing the sides of a head. Broad chest enveloping a smaller body. Slaps and pants echoing in the very office he was sitting in. They were standing in front of a mirror. Its surface, all fogged up. Bailey would hear himself chuckle in that dream. Husky and low. And then, his hand would slide over the mirror.

“Look at yourself, wearing that lewd expression” he would whisper to the other person.

“Shouldn’t you thank me for making you feel that good? Such a freak” he would sneer and they would whimper, clenching around him hard in response.

And that’s when he would see it. His face. His own face, slack jawed, eyes crazed beyond sanity, and lips parted in a deep groan. His dark hair slicked back with beads of sweat rolling down his temples. All flushed and lost in pleasure.

Pleasure that he still felt like faint wisps of temptation licking away at his soul.

Pleasure that did not leave him even in consciousness. Pleasure that he knew was so potent that it would wreck him. 

Downgrade and dilute him, pushing him right alongside the filthy heathens he supplied to and made an income from.

Surely he was better than that? Bailey prided himself over his impeccable self control. No amount of luring would break his resolve, he was certain.

But the way that dream echoed in his mind made him doubt himself. That cloud of uncertainty loomed over his head like an oncoming storm. Because if that dream was just that, simply a dream, why did he still feel the touch of that unknown person burn on his skin? 

It was like his muscle memory begged him to remember something he didn’t. Or was it someone?

He grumbled. A soft knock at the door broke this frenzy of thoughts. Miffed, he grunted his assent, “Enter”

The door opened a crack, and you walked in. Bringing in a whoosh of air and a stream of light that made Bailey wince.

“What is it now?” He snipped, “Don’t waste my time” Bailey sat up straighter and stared at you. Dour and unblinking.

“It’s about the payment” you stuttered, “Is there any other way that I could pay?” You leaned over his desk, finger tracing its surface in a slow deliberate manner.

Bailey felt his head throb again, jaw clenched as he tracked the movement of your finger with slight intrigue.

He wasn’t foolish. Bailey understood what you were propositioning. He felt a mocking laugh bubble up his throat, at your sheer audacity.

Did you think him so weak? So pathetic that he would humor you?

“You can pay me with money” he sneered, “That’s what your body’s worth”

“Now scram” Bailey shooed you away, hands busy with lighting another smoke.

You trudged outside, defeated and head hung low. Tears brimming your eyes, you paused and looked over your shoulder, wanting to say a million things to that imposing man. All the frustrations that clawed inside your throat, made you choke out a whimper.

And the lighter slipped from his grasp. Eyes widened with mute horror as the memory of that sordid dream replayed in his mind. 

But this time, when he cleared the fog from the mirror, he saw the other person’s face alongside his. Face scrunched up in a whimper much alike the one you wore right now.

With shaky hands Bailey held the cigarette. A bead of sweat rolling down his spine as he realized something. 

That dream wasn’t simply a dream. It was a memory. A memory that very much took place right here in this office.

He stood up. Legs striding to the front of his desk. Fists balled at his sides, as he felt the echo of the familiar words itching at the tip of his tongue.

In some distant memory he heard himself say,

If it’ll shut you up, I’ll throw you a bone, as he practically pounced on you.

But not today. It was as if some unknown force had glued him to the spot. Stopping him from grabbing that sweet sweet release that he seemed to find only in you.

The smoke overhead shifted, standing between you and him like a fragile barrier. You stalled, as if waiting for something to happen. He watched, bound by the rules of his own game.

With a hint of resignation you left, leaving Bailey a questioning, confused mess. He slumped back in his seat, unable to discern dreams from reality anymore.

[mrsabamiso]

my PCs with some LIs and NPCs!!

Choi (1st PC)

Kylar

Sydney

Whitney

Robin

Peach (2nd PC)

Avery

Morgan

Bailey

Eden

Landry

Darla (3rd PC)

Alex

Remy

Harper

Wren

[macmuffins-blog]

Young Rekker & Company

(PC Lore dump)

When he was young, other orphans didn't get along well with him. So he was usually seen with only two people. Why was he resented by others? Why was he so attached to Robin?

Rekker could no longer remember.

[nopecho]

Heathers x DOL AU💞✨

Not sure if I'll continue this AU BUT-

Here's my ideas so far! (It's mostly based on the Musical. I've seen the movie, but didn't really enjoy it)

OK!!! Characters

Heather Chandler is Bailey. She's the driving force that kickstarts the whole plot, it makes sense to me.

Heather Mc Namara is Eden. It's been said that Eden and Bailey were close friends, but something made them drift apart. This is kinda a parallel in the musical too. Also Eden's timid personality fits well Imo,

Heather Duke is Harper. Why? 'cause Harper is ultimately power hungry! In game, they're hungry for power over PC. In this version, Harper wants to be the n.1 girl to gain power over the mass.

~other~

Imo Veronica should be the PC. She is the main character, after all. Martha is Robin, the besties since forever and soft vibes should be self explanatory. Ms Fleming is either Winter, Sirris or Doren. I'm sorry Leighton lovers, I just don't see her in the "teacher that pretends to care" role. She wouldn't give a shit to begin with. Kurt and Ram should be Wren and Landry. Two jocks, two criminals! It feels fitting :)

Which begs the question... Who the hell will play JD? (prepare for a hot take)

Whitney. It's Whitney.

Now ~some~ of you might say "but Kylar!!" I DISAGREE.

THE FIRST SCENE he gets introduced, JD beats a bunch of jocks with his bare hands (Kylar don't do shit without his knife or drugs). You know right off the bat JD is a douche broody bad boy with issues. Drinks himself into a smoothie induced brain freeze (milkshake anyone?) And you KNOW he can get violent either to protect his boo, or straight up beat up anyone crosses him.

Kylar will still make cameos here in there but IMO he wouldn't be the main cast. Also I can't stand the bastard.

So! Let me know what you think!! I will gladly recieve suggestions and ideas!!

[meowburgerz]

bailey ponytail :]

[kachinga12]

Bailey desing!!