#soft whitney

[eleanordol]

The next morning after this!

The sound of a default Samsung alarm startled Eleanor awake, sun just rising, filtering light through a crack in the drawn curtains. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and quickly turned it off. Looking behind her to sew Whitney still sleeping face down on her pillow. He had his own but had encroached on to her side of the bed at some point in the night.

Carefully she reached over to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, caress his cheek.

WHAM

She shrieked loud enough to wake the whole orphanage as she found herself hitting the floor, being pushed off the bed quickly and without warning.

“Mornin’ slut,” his voice groggy, as if he was barely awake, “why the alarm at fuck ass early o'clock?” He rolled over onto his side to watch her get up off the floor.

“You suck so much,” she pouted.

“ You suck more,” he said suggestively.

“Ugh, anyway, my friend Niki wants me to take some titty pics to sell online,” she pulled off her underwear and threw them at Whitney. Unfortunately he caught them.

“You're selling my merchandise? Where's my cut?” He asked, now twirling her panties with one finger.

“All the smokes and booze I buy you is your cut,” she rolled her eyes, scurrying around her room looking for something to wear.

“Pssssh,” he tossed her underwear at a nearby laundry basket, miming a basketball free throw. He missed.

Within a blink of an eye she was dressed, collecting her purse and its contents from the floor, she smiled, “I'll see you at lunch when I'm done, be a good boy and don't cause trouble.”

“What no goodbye kiss?” He flopped on his back dramatically, feigning death.

Crouching down, she pressed a soft kiss on his lips, backing up before he could grab her. “I gotta go, lov-”

“I know,” he interrupted loudly, he heard her giggle as she closed the door behind her.

“I love you, too”

[bri3lis]

pls he’s surprisingly gentle i’m cryign

[quiltedpomegrantes]

LI’s Ice Cream Shop Orders

(Kylar)

Alex

-Definitely gets an ice cream soda.They’d cycle through different flavors, but cherry is their favorite

-For an ice cream cone, they’d go for a plain waffle cone, two scoops, and some form of nuts on top. Probably pecans, and if they have sugared pecans they’re losing their mind.

-100% needs napkins. No question. But they won’t ask for them and will decline if asked by their server. You’d have to get them, or bring some along. -LowDom!Alex will pay separately from you, or let you pay only if you offer. HighDom!Alex will pay for you, no questions asked.

Avery

-Doesn’t necessarily love how dairy sits in their stomach. Probably goes for a sorbetto or sherbet. NOT rainbow sherbet. Probably a raspberry or a chocolate if they have it. Alternatively, sea salt caramel. Vanilla base, NOT chocolate.

-Cup, single scoop. Maybe a waffle bowl if he’s feeling adventurous.

-Not a big fan of toppings but if he gets sea salt caramel he might get hot caramel on top. Might.

-He’ll ask for one or two extra napkins. If there’s a dispenser he’ll grab three and feel a little nervous that someone noticed. Ice cream is a very rare treat for him, and you two don't often go out together for it. If you insist, he won't complain though.

-Pays for it, no matter the state he's in.

-calls sprinkles jimmies

Black Wolf

-Sometimes you'll buy them a little kid scoop of vanilla. They adore it. Loses their mind with joy. Their tag wags at the speed of light.

-Gets it in a dish, mostly because you don't want to overload them with sugar.

-Maybe whipped cream, but you still worry about the sugar content.

-It's always a bit melted but they're so thankful.

Eden

-Before living in the woods, they weren't particularly interested in ice cream. But on the off chance a craving struck, they'd get something simple. Vanilla or butter pecan. Something not overwhelmingly sweet or complicated.

-Just a cup for them. A cone just seems messy or frivolous.

-No toppings either, but almost would have gotten salted peanuts.

-If you ever convinced him to go to an ice cream shop with you, he'd give you money to pay. They don't like speaking to cashiers.

-MAYBE you could convince him to help you hand-churn some ice cream, but he's not interested in doing it frequently.

-secretly really loves root beer floats.

Great Hawk

-Can birds eat ice cream?

-Can their species eat ice cream??

-Do they like ice cream???

-The answer is yes, yes, and absolutely not. It's way too sweet. The texture is soft. They feel like they're an eyas again being fed by their mom.

-Although they will start looking out for it, after seeing how much you loved eating it. Just for their wife.

Robin

-Superman FANATIC

-You'll relentlessly tease him for this. "Superman tastes like bubblegum." "Ohhh, do you like the pretty colors?" "Isn't that for children?"

-They want a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, but instead of getting one they'll get it in a cup or cake cone. If you helped at the lemonade stand, they'll be able to splurge on some sprinkles.

-Will cry if you buy them a strawberry milkshake. Yes whipped cream. Yes cherry.

-They won't ask for napkins but if there's a dispenser they'll definitely grab some. They get a little bit nervous when checking out.

-Before entering a romantic relationship, you'll pay separately. After entering into a relationship, you'll probably pay. It's easier that way. They're so cute and thankful for their ice cream.

-Calls it an ice cream parlor.

Sydney

-Loves a cheesecake flavor. Any. Turtle cheesecake, Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, even just a plain New York Cheesecake. But, prefers frozen yogurt over anything else. Adores a key lime fro-yo.

-Cake cone all the way, they love the satisfying crunch. They don't really like sugar cones or waffle cones.

-Loves a good banana split sundae. Only gets plain vanilla with it. You side eye them and ask if they're sure. They say yes????????

-Calls scoops "dips"

-They'll always pay, because Sirris gave them money to.

-Fallen!Sydney will get visibly heated watching you eat ice cream.

Whitney

-Strong Fudgie Brownie. Something with a lot of chocolate. Maybe chocolate peanut butter? Hates fruit flavors, and will bully the fuck out of you for getting one.

-Strong waffle cone or sugar cone. Cups are sooooo boring, why the hell would you get a cup?

-Two scoops. ALWAYS two scoops.

-Doesn't mind a cherry milkshake, but will refuse whipped cream. Unless you guys are alone. No, you will not share.

-Maybe chocolate drizzle or hot fudge on top but can't really do that in a cone.

-You pay. Always you, and if you refuse they'll definitely shake you down. But once they start really caring for you, they'll just waltz out holding your hand.

-Always tempted to eat your ice cream or knock it over. Just to see your face. Would you cry? Just accept it? They've done a lot worse to you. He'd love to watch your lip twitch as you struggle not to cry.

-If the ice cream starts to drip, you will be forced to clean their hands up. They'll switch the ice cream to their other hand, and just push their fingers into your mouth. You better start sucking on them.

-Napkins? absolutely not. That's what you're there for. To clean them up.

Author's note:

Excuse the quick snippet post. I've been working on something a bit longer. I excluded Kylar because there is a karmic imbalance in the amount of content for them, and everyone else. Also, I just wouldn't know what to post for them. I'd love to hear others' opinions.

[digenerate-trash]

Survivors

[violetlichen]

whitney whispering so his goons can't hear that he thinks I smell nice while I'm giving him head in the school bathrooms............. this fool is down bad

[quiltedpomegrantes]

Whitney Brainrot

Imagine helping them dye their hair blonde. Being invited over to their house, under the pretense of being a good slut. Oh sure, they'll fuck you senseless, filling you to the brim with their cum, leave your legs shaking.

Afterwards, when they think you've passed out from their relentless pounding, you'll find them glancing in the mirror. Running hands through their hair, revealing overgrown brunette roots. A different side of Whitney is shown. One with insecurity. Even as tiny as overgrown roots, it's something new.

Something you've never seen. Vulnerability. A feeling overwhelms you. Your heart swells a bit. So you suddenly sit up, with a wince, and lead them shakily leading them into their bathroom.

They'd play it off of course. Asking if their slut wanted to be fucked in the shower. But you'd stay silent, just rummaging through their cupboards for some bleach. Rage and shame would twist and converge on their face, what were you implying? But then, a silent resignation as you snap gloves on.

Being able to touch their hair is a privilege. A privilege reserved for you and you only. Read the box for instructions. Rub the bleach into their hair. Roots will lift to a yellowish blonde.

They'll grumble, say that their scalp burns. That you're doing it wrong. But then, that night (after they lock you out of the bathroom as they try to tone it to their properly delinquent ashy blonde) you'll see them in the corner of your eye grinning. Not the sly malicious grin you're so used to. A younger refreshing one. Only for you.

[bri3lis]

Winter chapped lips

m!whitney x gn!reader

i think i accidentally make whitney a little too soft

Snow gently drifted over the park in a tranquil dance, slowly piled up on trees and benches, blanketing the landscape with a pristine layer of white. Winter had arrived, bringing days of gray clouds and shorter daylight hours. This frigid period would last for months, but it brought its own kind of beauty to the world that was unseen in other seasons.

Standing side by side under a tree, hiding from the cold, you idly chat with Whitney about nothing in particular as he takes long drags off his smoke. The winter chill begins to creep up on you both, but Whitney doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy getting lost in his thoughts and, perhaps, enjoying your company as well. In the fading light of the sun, you could make out the contours of his face. His eyes reveal a gentleness that you didn't even know he was capable of expressing.

But as he finished his cigarette, you noticed something that made your heart sink - chapped lips. His lips were dry and cracked, obviously in need of hydration. You knew he had no lip balm on him, so you decided to do something about it.

“Here, let me help you out with that,” you said as you dug through your pocket for a chapstick.

Carefully guiding him down within your reach while twisting the cap off, you applied it to his lips with a gentle stroke of your thumb. You half expected Whitney would shove you aside in irritation and stalk away — an all too familiar routine. However, this time was different. For once, he appeared uncharacteristically at ease, granting you the freedom to tend to him as you saw fit.

"Did you know these come in different flavors?" You broke the silence, "I got an orange one."

He merely arched an eyebrow, intrigued by your revelation. "How on earth can you tell their tastes apart?"

His words elicited a nonchalant shrug from you. "Care to find out yourself?" You purred invitingly, arms languidly wrapped around his hips as you closed the gap between the two of you, allowing your body to press against his in a flirtatious manner.

Without any hesitation, Whitney swiftly slings an arm around your waist, yanking you toward him with fervent intensity. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth of his body as you lean into the embrace, pretty lips slightly parted in anticipation of meeting his. Yet instead of the expected connection, you're greeted by the playful tease of his tongue flicking against your mouth. As he pulls away, a mischievous smirk adorns his face, and he remarks, "Well, they didn't lie about the flavor."

Before you know it, his hand has already found its way to your head, slowly pushing you down. "Know what slut?" he coos, "My lips aren't the only thing that needs to be hydrated."

[quiltedpomegrantes]

Changed!Whitney x PC, angsty post break up

Sure, he wasn't a good boyfriend. He really pushed you around in the beginning. But, he thought things changed. He thought that you had grown to feel the same way he did for you. Did anything between you two mean as much to you as it did to him? All those nights spent together? What about when you'd stand out in the rain shivering with him as he smoked? Even later on, when he'd tell you to go inside, that your chattering teeth drove him insane, you'd stay planted by his side. What about how he'd protect you at school? Nobody could hurt what was his. Even his dumbass friends.

When you two first left town and moved into a shithole studio apartment called home, he thought that you guys had started anew. He'd sworn to treat you like an equal partner. At least, outside of fucking. He did the stupid sappy shit. He brought you flowers. He cooked you dinner. Walked you home from work everyday. Even in the pouring rain. Especially in the pouring rain.

But none of that mattered. You still fucking left him. Stating that you two were incompatible. It was bullshit. He knew there was someone new. How'd they react when they saw your tattoos? Did you get them removed? Are you doing the same shit with them as you did him?

One night, while searching for some bitch to take home, pump and dump, it was all confirmed. While he's sipping on some expensive beer, with a busty brunette curled into his side, you enter the bar. With a man. You left him, for a fucking prissy businessman? They're slightly shorter than him. They're not nearly as strong. They're so old. Why would you ever leave someone like him, for that? It drove him mad to see you lean into the fuckhead. He orders you some expensive sounding wine and it takes everything inside Whitney to not go over there and use that bottle to smash his head in. Or yours for that matter.

Instead of resorting to past habits, he decides the best revenge is getting even. Grabbing the brunette by the back of her neck, and pulling her in for an absolutely obscene kiss. By the time he's glancing over at you, she's a moaning mess. Writhing as his other hand holds her down. Her hands slip into his shirt, feeling up his chest, and slipping over his abs. Your eyes lock together. The moment they do, his heart shatters. A complete face of indifference. Not a hint of emotion. It's too much for him to handle. Not caring what anyone in this stupid posh pub thinks, he stands and rushes out. Fuck. Tears sting and burn in his eyes. Shame wells up in his chest.