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velvetburnt · 21 days

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in which whitney hates flying

characters: m!whitney + gen!pc summary: bullying hubby whitney on the airplane :-) [public handjobs, edging, exhibitionism] warnings: none word count: 2387

These days, with his hefty salary as a neurosurgeon, Whitney acted as if spoiling you was his life's main goal. Sure, he'd never admit it outright, but to make up for your shitty starts at adulthood, broke and struggling to survive day to day, he worked hard to make damn sure the both of you got to live comfortably now. You had earned a peaceful epilogue.

Well, mostly peaceful. You were married to Whitney, after all. Married or not, you were his slut.

The two of you had gotten up and left your shitty excuse of a town the moment a solid enough chance had presented itself. But now, even as you lived in a much better, safer city, you quickly discovered you still enjoyed exploring. Your husband was more than happy to indulge you, so naturally, frequent trips and vacations were a given. Besides, he still liked visiting his uncle. On occasion, his uncle even came along on the vacations, like this one. It served as a.. bonding experience.

Whitney hefted the two heavy bags over his shoulder and snatched up the drink bottle leaning against his chair. A quick glance to his left and right confirmed his suspicions. His uncle was seated nearby, but you were nowhere to be seen. "Hey, slut--"

"Yeah?" Your head appeared from behind Whitney’s seat, smug grin adorning your features.

"Fuck! Every time! I should-" He jumped, running a hand through his hair to conceal his surprise before heaving out a sigh. Despite the years you'd been together, he never got used to the way you could move about so quietly.

And you, on the other hand, were always thoroughly pleased with yourself whenever you caught him unawares, in situations where he couldn't immediately punish you for it. It wouldn't do for him to end up in jail for public indecency now, after all.

"Time to go?"

"Yeah, yeah. Ready?"

You nodded.

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He really wasn’t a fan of the glint in your eyes at the moment. After all, he was intimately acquainted with the fact that a sly slut never boded well for him.

"So, I was thinking.." you began.

Whitney wasn't too fond of the drop in your tone, either.

"Do you want to play a game?"

You skimmed your fingers along Whitney's thigh, inching dangerously close to his crotch. He gave you a strained grin.

"You're on thin ice, slut." Whitney side-eyed the two old ladies seated directly to his right. They were immersed in a deep conversation with his uncle about something he really didn't care about. "...You're on."

Your smile was downright wicked.

"The game goes like this." You continued, kneading the inside of Whitney's upper thigh. “And you... sit... still... until I'm done."

Whitney grit his teeth. Ask him literally any other time, and he'd be all up for it. He would've even initiated something like this himself. But in this situation, if his uncle noticed... He really, really didn't need another hour long lecture from his relative about keeping things in the bedroom. He was on strike two already.

A brush against his crotch had Whitney tearing open the plastic-wrapped blanket as fast as he could and rushing to cover his lap up with it, although shoving your hand away would've been the sane thing to do. He wasn't a quitter though, hell no.

The older lady to his right glanced over at him. "You okay, sweetie?" She asked, concern creasing her brow. "It really is chilly in here, isn't it?"

Whitney coughed awkwardly into his hand and you noticed that it was far too forced to seem natural to anyone. The lady didn't seem to notice though.

"My friend and I," the woman next to her gave him a friendly smile and waved, "are visiting the states for the holidays. What about you? Business or pleasure?" She ended with a lighthearted giggle.

"Pleassssure-" Whitney hissed, directing a sharp glare at your expressionless face. You even had a large book open on your lap and were flipping through the pages with your left hand. Your right hand was busy with something entirely different. "We're here on pleasure." He reiterated. Well, maybe one of you was.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, hand rising to cover her mouth. "Oh goodness!" She exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you there!"

You looked up with a tilt of your head and smiled innocently at her in return, glancing at Whitney. "I get that a lot. It's okay." You could hear his uncle cackling.

Whitney was going to kill you. You, the bastard who had now managed to unzip his fly. The feathery light strokes across his clothed cock shouldn't have done anything for him. But the fact that he was stuck in his seat, conversing with four people with only a bunched up blanket between him turned him on beyond belief.

If only his uncle wasn't part of the conversation, he would've gladly taken a fine for public indecency for the sake of burying himself into your warm hole for the rest of the flight.

Your arm wasn't moving but your fingers sure as hell were. They alternated between light touches straight down the length of his cock to rougher presses along his base. It was proving enough of a distraction that Whitney completely missed the woman's next words in favor of clenching the armrest next to you in a death grip so he wouldn't end up hauling you on top of him to do it properly. Fucking hell. So you opted to answer for him.

“A neurosurgeon. My husband here likes to treat his family, see." Followed up with a lick of the lips that Whitney most definitely noticed as he unconsciously mimicked the gesture.

"Oh?" The woman questioned, intrigued now. Probably perked up at the mention of Whitney's career.

Whitney glanced up from his intense perusal of where he knew your hand was and noticed the slight frown marring the woman's face before her friend piped up.

"Have you guys seen…" The rest of her words fell on deaf ears as Whitney dragged up every ounce of willpower he possessed in order to keep his mouth shut. You had slipped your warm fingers inside his briefs that he had begrudgingly worn. You, his soon to be ex-spouse worked at fingering the tip, gathering precum and smearing it along the underside of his cock in slow, languid strokes. He caught bits of pieces of what you were saying, but the majority of it translated to complete gibberish in his ears.

“…ok?”

Whitney squinted at the woman, mentally cursing both her and you for his current predicament. At least his uncle seemed to not be involved in the conversation anymore. "Yes?" He ground out.

She frowned at him again. "Oh, I was asking if you were all right. You look a little… off, dear."

Whitney smiled--grimaced--when you began massaging the tip of his dick. Just the way he fucking liked. He choked, and prayed to the heavens that it hadn't sounded like a desperate sob instead. But by the slow smile inching across your face, he knew that you had noticed. Whitney vowed to never fly with you ever again.

“'m fine. Just not used to… flying.” He congratulated himself on being able to string anything coherent together with the way you were relentlessly squeezing the base of his cock as it twitched near nonstop now.

You leaned closer towards Whitney while Whitney pressed himself as far back into his seat as humanly possible. Breath held in his lungs as you pointed to a place marked in red on a book you'd precariously dropped on top of Whitney's lap. Fucker. Bastard.

"We wanted to visit this place and…" Finger skimming over to a crinkled corner of the book, you rubbed the edge between thumb and index finger before turning the page. Whitney was caught between wanting to break open the emergency door and tossing his (ex) spouse out into the ocean below, or saying fuck all to his uncle and his three strikes and getting up to drag you into the plane bathroom and brutally fucking you into next tuesday.

Yet, he could do neither of those things as the woman to his right bent over his armrest and pointed to a spot next to your finger. Oh, come the fuck on.

"This place is pretty good for sightseeing." She offered, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil Whitney was suffering through at the hands of your too-clever fingers.

You hummed in approval and squeezed just under the head of Whitney's cock. The action jolted him forwards, almost knocking the book off his lap but you pushed it back just in time.

"Are... Are you sure he doesn't need a glass of water or food or anything?” She asked you, because apparently he was incapable of answering for himself now. Truthfully, he probably was.

You met his dark gaze. "Hungry?" You simply asked him, stroking with just your thumb. "Thirsty?" You questioned, index finger rubbing over the slit.

"Hungry." Whitney snapped, immediately regretting it when that devious smile lit up your face again, and... Fuck. Fuck you for being you, and fuck him for loving every bit of it. He watched you open your mouth, pink tongue wetting dry lips to suggest (he prayed) that the two of you sprint to bathroom and be done with this torturous game, when a voice to his right snagged everyone's attention.

"Here you go, sir." The flight attendant beamed, holding out a tray, laden with food for him to take. With his hands. Currently grasping the armrest in a vice-like grip. He could do little but stare.

"Uh.." Smile painfully forced now, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that she was holding out a tray that Whitney was obviously not accepting, because you had chosen that exact moment to speed up the maddening strokes along his cock, and he seriously doubted the steadiness of his hands at that moment as his eyes squeezed shut.

The flight attendant cleared her throat and glanced at the women. “Did one of you order…?” They both shook their heads.

"I did." You spoke up at last, leaning forwards so the attendant could see you past Whitney's stiff form.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I apologize. I didn't notice you there!" She offered the tray to you with an apologetic laugh.

The two older ladies laughed as well, saying that they'd made that exact same mistake only moments ago to ease the woman's flustered state of mind.

"Whitney." You began, and Whitney did not like the tone of your voice. You unlatched the tray from the back of the chair before you spoke. "Can you get the food please? I can't reach it from here."

Whitney shifted forwards when your fingers tightened their grip and he almost started openly fucking into your first on instinct. He nearly whined.

"It'll get cold, babe."

Fucking slut. Why did he love you again?

He released his hold on the armrest and was legitimately surprised that there was no indent from how hard he'd been gripping the thing. The woman held out the tray for him and he practically ripped it from her fingers to drop onto your tray with a loud clatter. He ignored the disapproving look from the attendant in favor of glowering downright murderously at your blank-faced stare.

"Thank you, honey. So…" And the torture was back again. Too slow to actually get off, but fast enough that he held himself as rigidly as possible, not daring to move for fear of losing all traces of his dwindling composure. He'd need to put you in your place, and soon.

Sweat was beading along his forehead. Frustration as clear as day in his posture, fingers twitching with the need to strangle somebody, preferably you, as you fisted his cock with newfound fervor. His mood was dark enough that the chattering old women seemed to notice something was off with him when they hurriedly excused themselves to focus on his uncle instead and Whitney wasted no time in twisting his fingers through your hair and wrenching his head back so he could smother you in rough bites and kisses.

"You absolute fucking…” He desperately bites at your lips, rewarded with a breathless gasp and a harsh tug on his swollen cock, wet with precum. He shudders as he humps your fist, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from outright whimpering into your mouth. “Gonna gag you with my cock, gonna- shit!” Guilty laughter tickles his ears as you press your kiss-swollen lips against his cheek.

"Love you too, Whit," was whispered so softly, Whitney was sure he'd imagined it. He swore and cursed the dumb armrest for getting in his way before meeting your gaze, eyes hooded and glazed over with unbridled lust.

"You either finish me off here or get in the fucking bathroom with me, slut. I'm not stopping." He growled against your parted lips. His uncle and those strikes be damned. You seemed to be in total agreement when you pulled your hand out of Whitney's pants so he could straighten up.

Whitney twisted around and stood up, the blanket held loosely over his open fly.

"Bathroom break?"

It took a second for the words to register in his lust-addled brain, but one they did, he froze, eyes narrowed at the source of the voice.

Despite having tapped out of the conversation earlier, his uncle was now staring knowingly at Whitney as he waited for an answer. The older woman next to him blinked in acknowledgement and shuffled out into the aisle so Whitney could leave. Whitney glanced over to you, now staring out of the window, right hand out of sight and blatantly ignoring everyone. You motherfucker.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Sure…” He repeated, stupidly, side-stepping past the old woman and waddling over to the bathroom, uncaring of what he must look like at the moment. As he moved, he decided he would make sure that you'd be in need of a vacation after this vacation.

He didn't spend five minutes perched on top of the toilet seat, blank-faced and staring down at his stiff, sad cock, wondering why the gods hated him so and why you weren't sitting on it right now.

Whitney hated flying. So much.

#sheddingvelvet.txt #hgegfdhjgdfh WHATEVER im posting it #not very happy with this ill be so exponentially real but i Need to throw it out now or ill keep editing it forever #i am not confident with writing whitney yet so i apologize if i didnt do him sufficient justice jsdgjdfh #debated for a while if i wanted to even post this orz but HEY #chalk up the potential ooc-ness to the domesticity softening him a bit ok? ok<3 hes whipped ur honor #originally wrote this with a specific pc of mine in mind but #i think this works with a generally skulduggerous bastard pc too #anyway lalala #degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #whitney x pc #my writing

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ali-houston · 6 months

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#fanart #degrees of lewdity #DoL #dol whitney #whitney x PC

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ashersanity · 5 months

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Screw @princesstokyomoon for fueling my brainrot on this. Whatever, I fucking need to say it.

content warning! dub-con, cheating, small age gap?

Nonstop thinking about typical delinquent that Whitney is with PC as their teacher. Fuck, would it be so goddamn chaotic. Especially since you catch the blonde’s eye right from the start as you walk into the classroom, class they never attend to but shit, maybe they just might if you’re the one teaching it. Sweet smile of yours, introducing yourself to the students and even giving Whitney the same treatment as the others! Poor thing that you are, don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into as the bully grins right back at you.

Never misses a class of yours after that, everyone murmuring about it too, how the all time troubler maker in town is now actually going to school. Yeah, well they shouldn’t be getting their hopes up since it’s just another reason to come and see you, maybe check your ass out a bit whenever you turn around to explain a subject on the blackboard. Doesn’t hide their clear interest in you either, openly leering at the way the collar of your shirt hangs low, leaning over the desk to help the ‘clueless’ bully who desperately needed your help on this particular question. Too bad, Whitney’s not listening, already thinking of ways to have you settled between their legs with their crotch shoved into your face, so fucking cute.

Makes everything weird and sexual between the two of you on purpose, ordering them to go and clean the windows of the classroom as punishment for their behaviour. (I don’t fucking know). Happily obliges too, getting up from their seat with a smirk on their face, everyone else gaping since Whitney is never one to take orders from other people, much less their own teachers.

There is absolutely no reason for the motherfucker to be stripping their shirt off while they do it, fabric bunched up in their grip, now all wet and soapy from the water bucket used. Hurrying yourself their way to at least get them a jacket and hide their exposed chest, the delinquent smiling to themselves from the visible blush on your face.

‘Course it doesn’t just stop to that, stepping into class one day just to find them receiving head from a student under the desk though really they wish it was you under there. Sends you a fucking porn link of a teacher and a student going at it against the wall, panting and gasping instead of the math homework you asked of them, claiming it was an accident. The harsh reprimanding that you give them after that doesn’t stop them, only fuels the bully’s heated pursuit, needing to rub one out at the bathroom once you’re over with your little speech.

Even if you do turn down all their attempts at you, they know you’ll eventually crack, know you’re actually lonely deep inside, that your home life isn’t as exciting as it once was. Just a glance at you shows it all, you haven’t had it for a while haven’t you? Whitney’s there to help you out despite your insistences for them to stop.

Willing to play the long game and it does pay off as they trail their hand up your thigh, upwards to your crotch and you not stopping them like all the other times. Immediately gets addicted to the sick thrill of this twisted relationship, hushed breaths in the classroom, telling Whitney to keep it down while you’re bent over the table or maybe they’re bent over yours, either way it doesn’t really matter. Hastily pressing quick kisses to your lips, rough hand down your shirt as they grind against your thigh. Adorable look on your face that you make whenever you think you’re about to get caught too, tensing up and grip tightening around the blonde’s waist. Fuck, they love it all.

If you have a spouse too? Whitney is so rubbing it in their face like the petty little shit that they are, makes it clear that you two are fucking. Firm arm wrapped your waist or clinging onto your own like a needy puppy that just won’t go away, leaning into your frame, blatantly pulling your collar down to reveal the hickeys and bite marks left behind. Introduces themselves as your ‘favorite student’, as if they even got the grades to back that statement up huh..

Well, those whines and whimpers that the bully elicits out of you every time you two fuck on the desk, grasping at their hair for purchase, moaning out Whitney’s name instead of your spouse who’s long gone in your mind.

At least they’re getting it from the fucking hot teacher in school.

#WHEN I CATCH YOU WHITNEY WHEN I CATCH YO—#little shit #I will be grasping at that bitch if they were my student #get the fuck out of my class #though if I had a hot blonde delinquent hitting me up 24/7 #yeah actually you know what I don’t blame pc in this one #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney the BITCH #dol whitney #whitney dol #character x reader #gender neutral reader #asher writes #asher getting.. ideas!#asher rambling

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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I desire yan!Whitney, him beating the shit out of people for just looking at what's his.

I would expect nothing less to be honest with you. you know that one scene in math where one kid looks at you in math and Whitney goes nuts??? I made it worse (this is gonna veer off into violence hope that's cool. also gonna trigger tagging this for blood/yan antics/gn pc/Whitney shenanigans.)

Whitney is always a menace. He has just been getting steadily worse. Usually, he's a big fan of whoring you out when he can for cash or approval from his less-than-stellar friends, but even that's come to a rather strange halt. He's more interested in spending time with you alone now. He even started to ditch school taking you with him.

You’re actually starting to worry about him. He's barely the same guy you met at the start of the year. He's still an asshole sure. But he is /different/. More people are starting to avoid you. And they whisper Whitney's name when you walk by, even when you're alone. People don't dare touch you or even talk to you anymore. Even some of the teachers have started ignoring you. You can't shake the feeling that this is all by design somehow.

It all comes to a head in the middle of math, however. River gets called away to attend to something, but you're not sure what, You weren't listening as you lean into Whitney's shoulder. He plays with your hair gently and zones out. He's not in the mood for chaos today. He likes the feeling of you relaxed against him.

When you look around the room just for a brief moment you tense. A boy is staring at the two of you. This seems to jolt Whitney back from his daydream and he immediately spots the boy. His face contorts into a scowl as his grip on your hair tightens.

“Why are you staring at them?” *his voice is loud though he doesn't yell. His gaze is locked on the boy and the class goes silent as they look over at Whitney. Then their poor classmate as Whitney waits for an answer.

Everyone knows there's no correct response. He's doomed. He's been caught /looking/ at something that's Whitney’s.

The boy stutters a bit. But no comprehensible words come out. Whitney pushes you back into your own seat and nods to one of his friends before he charges the poor student. It’s not long before the boy starts to cry out for help. At first, people are laughing or cheering. It’s fun when it’s not happening to them, but soon The screams and cracks of Whitney's fist against the boy only get worse as time goes on. Whitney's friend guards the door making sure no one leaves. The cheers die out the class watches as Whitney goes far beyond a regular beating.

You can see it, Whitney is still enraged. He's biting down on his own lip so hard that its started to bleed. His fist is dusted with bruises and his victim's blood. His forehead is covered in sweat as he finally pulls back. The classroom is still silent apart from the haggard breathing of the boy. whitney straightens out his shirt and looks down at the boy before spitting on him before returning to you. He pulls you up by the arm dragging you out of the classroom. No one tries to stop him as he leaves.

You don’t know what to say to him as you're pulled to the front gates of the school. Should you say anything? Should you have stopped him? Could you have stopped him? Whitney's grip tightens on your wrist as he takes you down into the alleys near the school. He shoves you up against the wall before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

You can taste the blood in his mouth he seems to want you too as he holds you still against the alley wall. When he pulls back your panting, Whitney finally smirks. It's that cocky playful look that you haven't seen in weeks. He seems to have finally relaxed a bit as he brushes his hair out of his face with one hand the other still holding you still.

“We should probably skip the rest of the day. I doubt anyone is going to rat on me, but I don't feel like answering any questions right now.” Whitney says before he rubs his bloody knuckles off on his shirt, It wasn't clean before but it looks worse smeared with blood. He tilts your head up slightly grinning “But it's worth it” he promises. “No one is going to ever look at you again.”

#dol #whitney the bully #yan whitney #tw blood #tw fight #tw beating #tw violence #trash fic #pc/whitney #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

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kylarsobsession · 9 months

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this is why dating kyler and whitney at the same time is so funny. boys boys stop fighting over me ur both pretty....u both have huge dicks its ok...i have enough holes <3

#talking doll #whitney #kylar #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #i wish you could like #for real be in a polyam relationship with some characters #im starting to like syd i wanna be with him kylar AND whitney #i feel like kylar would be ok with a polyam relationship if it was with you and syd since they were friends #sydney and robin would work #whitney and...anyone is just funny LMAO #im weak for popular person x loser freak #so i do like whitney/pc/kylar a lot #plus whit being like those are MY loser freaks get AWAY is cute

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ihonestlycanttellyou · 5 days

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Onyx and Whitney close-ups! :3

#Yes I got piercing-happy let me liiiiiiiiive!!!!#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #onyx the depraved #DOL PC: Onyx #dol pc #dol fanart #fanart #digital art #oc x canon #Whitnyx #????#idk we'll work on it #toxic boyfriends fr #oc

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tiffcore · 10 months

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tw: noncon, typical Whitney nonsense. humiliation, public (people are watching.) demasculinization + misgendering (1/2 times)

"Potentially insignificant, in the grand scheme of things.

"Buck up slut, I couldn't have been your first." The words are callous, etching wounds into Angel's psyche, choking on the tongue down his throat.

His friends are there too. Not raucous, but close, their camera's carefully trained on...

Angel can't bare to look. But he feels it. Those fingers worming their way deeper into him, his face and mind shrivel and burn, and a long breathy squeak-

Whitney is so close. The hairs on Angel's back puff out and harden into stiff points as his terror silently anchors him, wrapping manacles around wrists and ankles. If he jerks, or flinches too hard, a firm pull on the hand in his hair is sure to correct it.

Whitney is unsuitably over the moon. The strand of saliva connecting their lips is caught by his tongue, his pupils seeming to harden into spikes, and for seconds, he is still.

Before the pushing happens, when his knee decides Angel's legs aren't spread closely enough, when he decides that he is not deep enough. Angel believes he pleaded. Opened his mouth in invitation, which Whitney happily accepts.

Hatred doesn't feel like this. Whitney knows.

And sometimes he wished his friends we're just as dumb as they let on. Because they notice it too.

Whitney is taking his time. Usually the demeaning words mash up the silence of their cruelty, but Whitney takes care to be quiet, the squelching of Angel's pussy as he scissors it open wider. He doesn't let Angel pull away, or close his eyes, pretend like none of this is happening. When he stops squirming, Whitney pinches his clit hard enough to make him jerk again.

It feels more intimate between them than it feels entertainment for the gathered crowd, but if Whitney's noticed the atmosphere shift, he pretends not to notice. He pulls back as Angel groans into his mouth, his pussy taking him up to the knuckle.

"You're crying, but soaking my fingers at the same time?" He twists his wrists, drinks in Angel's horrified shriek. "Don't piss me off, cunt. You're a bitch at heart. Just treating you how a man ought to." Whitney's hands move from Angel's hair to his face, and it feels like the skin shrivels and dies beneath his touch.

"Open up." When Angel proves too busy crying, Whitney is quick to pop his jaw nice and wide-

"Don't forget to swallow."

Angel tries to pull back, a newfound adrenaline focused on getting away from this torment, but Whitney is always faster.

Spit lands in Angel's mouth and he whines, fresh tears cascading down his face as Whitney clamps his mouth shut.

"You should be greatful." The blonde's breath feels hot and tacky on his skin. His body aches.

Terror reaches a painstaking depth as Angel's guts twist horribly. Something like sparks. Like light catching tinder and budding into an inferno.

Angel can't speak.

The pressure builds. He swallows. Whitney smiles. Burrows into Angel like roots and gets stuck there, curled into him impossibly deep.

"Good girl." Whitney's lips against the shell of his ear. Warm, full. "Now,"

"Cum."

#Something bad happened to angel #oopsie #☁️ angel #whitney the bully #dol pc #whitney x oc

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hakusins · 22 days

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tw // scars, blood, bruises, piercings, cigarettes, a bit of ooc?

man, i love whitney

#i know i kept yapping about pink eyed whitney but then pink eyes didnt rlly suit him the way it did in my head.....#so i decided red eyes and ITS HBERFHJEBHRF #CHEF KISS #sue me i have a thing for red eyes apparently #also pls dont look too closely at the tattoos #i just tried to do the approximate shape of tattoos and called it a day #anyways here's my whitney design!! quite different from the first time i drew him #but im a lot happier with this design ehehe #whitney the bully #dol whitney #dol pc #eri the orphan #fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #also in the last few panels i forgot to draw his tattoos #and its already 1 am pls let me sleep HJRFERBHF #whitney x pc #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol related #i swear. im Normal about him #scars tw #blood tw #bruises tw #piercings tw #cigarettes tw #a bit ooc but fuck it i just want to play with whitney's hair ok

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allfearstofallto · 1 month

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I did it :)

Degrees of Lewdity LI Transformations - Headcanons

All Male LI x Fem! PC Reader

Ft: (Corrupt, pure) Sydney, Whitney, Kylar, Robin

TW: 18+ MDNI, deviancy, wolf tf, harpy tf, bull tf, knotting, unprotected sex, Dub-Con, cumming inside, breeding

Angel! Sydney who's pure as the day he was born. Strawberry blonde hair that seems to shimmer in the light, hazel eyes that only pass forgiving stares. Wings whiter than freshly fallen snow and a golden halo, reflecting an almost blinding light off his glasses. Sweet pure Sydney isn't just the talk of the temple, his unshaken virtue is the talk of the entire town. Though he'll humbly insist that he can't cast blessings, but people still beg him to pray for them which he'll do regardless, he's too kind not to.

Fallen! Sydney who's lost that light in his eyes, dark hair draped over his shoulder. The blinding light of his halo is now changed to an inky black over his head, until one day he comes back with a fresh set of horns sprouting from his forehead. White wings look like they're dipped in oil, their color slowly sinks and becomes dark. You wonder if he seems happier this way, his insatiable lust making him palm himself through his shorts while looking at you, grinding himself against his hand while wordlessly mumbling what he wants to do to you.

Wolfboy! Whitney who doesn't let anyone mention the ears or fluffy tail he sprouted. Who insists that he only likes going into the woods because it's an easy place to smoke without being bothered. His new assets means that his already firm grip as he pounds into you, is now met with the painful feeling of claws digging into your hips, sharp teeth at your neck, threatening to bite. When he cums inside your already trembling cunt, he bullies that big knot of his inside. The swell of it filling your abused pussy up, knocks the air from your lungs.

Harpy! Robin who always had such a lovely singing voice, but when he sprouts colorful wings and a feathered tail his voice seems to get brighter. He sings you to sleep while stroking your hair, hands gentle as he's careful of his abnormally long claws. His love making is more passionate now, a pretty voice singing out as the claws dig into the bedsheets below you, those wings of his flapping as he fills you with cum, then nuzzles against your chest. He sleeps with a defensive arm around you, making sure you're full of his seed, but more importantly safe.

Bullboy! Kylar who's desperate, begging for your touch. He needs to be milked, so badly it hurts and only you can do it for him. His cock, abnormally large, balls heavy and filled to the brim. You'll stroke his cock as he stands stiffly, moaning out loudly while praising you with words of love and admiration. He cums while practically convulsing from your hands, your fingers slick with his precum. His balls tense, bovine tail wagging as cum drips down your arms, a seemingly never ending stream leaving the twitching head.

#degrees of lewdity sydney #degrees of lewdity #degrees of Lewdity Headcanons #degrees of Lewdity kylar #degrees of Lewdity robin #degrees of Lewdity whitney #whitney the bully #syndey the faithful #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #smut #mdni

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chenyongg · 1 month

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Some Whitney x my pc doodles (and hc ig??) Love them sm

#whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity #DoL #dol whitney #doodle #dol pc #personal character #degrees of lewdity whitney #art #digital illustration #headcanon

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chocofiest-blog · 2 months

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Thanks for 350+ notes in first posts!

Here my M!Whitney x Liam(my pc). 🥰

I thought Whitney's annoyance with Liam in the beginning was funny. In the end, they become perfect partner in crime.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol oc #dol pc #liam the bartender #whitney the bully #dol whitney

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ashersanity · 4 months

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Seeing the asher x lyra art has got me all shy and flustered, cause good lord me next please!! Theyre both so pretty oh my god

Thanks, they’re my little meow meows and I’d die for them anytime. Would have drawn an art of anon getting crushed between them both (Asher has no tits.. Ask Johan for that or something, chest made of pillows) but I’m pretty sleepy and tired today, so have this chibi sketch instead.

- lyra belongs to @shokujin-art

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mothinabottle · 2 months

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Vampire Kylar x Whitney :P

I swear I started laughing midway finishing this.

Uncensored version in my new POIPIKU (Password is 4, like the number of PCs I have)

Once again, thank these two for the utter abomination I've made

Maybe it was a mistake to give me free will...

#dol #dol fanart #moth art #kylar the loner #dol kylar #whitney the bully #dol whitney #Why do I keep stumbling over Whitlar convos #I should make a Sydlar comic to make it even #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)

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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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