#Whitey
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chao-studios · 5 months ago
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Shake!
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one-time-i-dreamt · 11 months ago
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Went on a road trip with Whitey and Adam Sandler from 8 Crazy Nights. Whitey was criticizing everything I did.
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metalatias5 · 1 year ago
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AU Summary for my Magic Madness Sadness AU (MMS AU)
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This is MMSS (Magic Madness Sadness Simon) aka "Whitey"
He used to be just like canon AT Simon, but in this AU Golb didn't fully revert him back to normal, leaving behind a tiny, unstable bit of magic inside him which grows in strength over time in its attempt to stabilize itself.
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At first it wasn't apparent that Simon still had any magic in him, but then the changes began...
After a dream in which Cosmic Owl appeared to him, Simon found himself able to fly again at random times.
Then his hair began to change color, bit by bit, until it was purely white once again.
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His wizard eyes returned and became worse than ever before, showing him not only the creatures of the spirit realm, but also illusions of every kind and ever-changing colors to the point where he can't trust what he sees without someone else's confirmation.
Due to the rapid growth and unstable nature of Simon's leftover magic he finds it neigh impossible to control, which becomes a major problem once he develops his wind powers, accidentally causing tornadoes that grow in strength just as his magic does.
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Simon is scared and constantly looking for a way to stop what's happening to him. He has no idea how far his changes will go, all he knows is that it's different than when he first changed into the Ice King and that only adds to his worries...
His teeth have grown sharp again...
He's losing his sanity, if not from MMS, then at least from what he's going through...
And if he doesn't figure out how to stop or control his powers soon, his tornadoes will eventually threaten to destroy all of Ooo...
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the-fiction-witch · 1 month ago
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Ma'am
Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ Nudity/ breast play/ nipple play/ fingering/ pinv/ riding/ Word Count - 3406
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Whitey was struggling, he had been since she arrived. Sherrif Mcnue had brought in this girl apparently she was wanted for some train robberies on the east line. But that wasn't what whitey was struggling with. God damn she was beautiful, a sexy little lady. The moment whitey saw her he was convinced she walked right out of his fantasy, and being the only young guy In a town full of old ladies and kids was... Making him more than a little desperate. Just looking at her in the cell he was struggling to think straight, keeping a hand under the desk as he rubbed his pants almost trying to jerk off through his pants as he looked at her.
Y/n didn't notice or at least didn't seem to care sitting on the bed in the small cell separated from the main sheriff's office by only the iron bars. She wore an off-the-shoulder blouse and a long blue skirt picking at her nails in boredom after the sheriff went home some hours ago leaving her just with the deputy whitey Winn. Who she noticed kept looking at her but tried ignoring it.
Whitey's eyes drifted back to Y/n, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. “So, Miss... uh... what's your name again?” he asked, attempting to sound suave but coming across as awkward instead. He stood up, walking over to the cell door and leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes roamed over her face, drinking in every detail.
She met his gaze noticing how he looked at her, "Y/F/N." She answered "Or just Y/n" she said her eyes briefly noticing his hard-on
Whitey's face flushed, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine the lock on the cell door. His hands were shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself. “Oh, uh, nice to meet ya, Y/F/N,” he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or, uh, Y/n, yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. As he glanced back at her, their eyes met again, and Whitey felt a jolt run through his body. “I mean, can I get you somethin'? Water or maybe a blanket?”
"I'm fine thank you," She nodded,
Whitey's eyes lingered on her face, his mind racing with ways to get closer to her. He took a step back, trying to appear nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed him as they continued to drink in the sight of her. “Alright, well, I guess I'll just...check on things then,” he muttered, turning away from the cell door and making his way towards the office area. As he walked, he couldn't help but sneak glances back at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was supposed to be locked up, but he couldn't help himself. When he reached the counter, he leaned against it, running a hand through his messy blond hair. His eyes drifted back to the cell, where Y/n was watching him with an unreadable expression. "Miss Y/n I uhh need to do a little check just uhh come up to the bars okay?" He told her quickly grabbing some handcuffs secretly,
She did as he asked coming up to the bars
Whitey quickly locked her hands into the cuffs leaving her unable to move from the bars
"What did you need to check?" She asked
Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a sly grin spreading across his face, “Just makin' sure you're secure,” he drawled, He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You know, for your own safety.”His fingers brushed against her wrists, “I don't want anything happenin' to you while you're under my care,” whitey couldn't resist any longer his hands moved inside the bars grabbing her ass,
"Hey!" She protests
But whitey was on another planet. His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head “Oh, God...you feel so good,” he whispered, his lips inches from her ear. He pressed himself harder against her, his erection straining against his pants as he ground against her.
Y/n's protests turned to gasps as Whitey's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear.
“Mmm...so sweet,” his voice was husky with desire, whitey found his hips literally humping her like a puppy as he found himself unable to function now he was touching her. His hands slid up and grabbed her breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands "Oh my god- you feel so good... Ohh, baby... Baby... Uhhh fuck I could play with these forever! I know I know Y/n I'm so sorry but please god just let me touch you!" He moaned His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. Without warning it happened. Whitey felt a shot like a pistol and he came in his pants.
"...oh my god- did you -" Y/n asked unsure if she could gag from disgust or feel terrified of this deputy,
Whitey's eyes snapped shut, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and shame as he groaned loudly, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm “Aaah... oh, yeah... sorry, baby... just got carried away…”
"... Either your really fucking frustrated or I'm apparently the sexiest woman in New Mexico" she joked trying to break the tension as she did kinda feel bad for whitey
Whitey's eyes slowly opened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked down at the wet spot on his pants. “Well...I reckon it's both,” he chuckled, trying to laugh off the awkwardness. He took a step back, attempting to compose himself, but his gaze kept drifting back to Y/n's amused expression. “But, you're definitely the sexiest woman in New Mexico,” he said, his voice low and husky. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. “I uhh I am really sorry…”
"that's okay." She nodded feeling rather sympathetic as whitey wasn't being a creep he just seemed genuinely sweet and kinda innocent almost. She felt like she couldn't really get mad at him for what he did he just couldn't help himself. "I uhh... You know I don't mind if you want to play with them" she said glancing to her breasts with a gentle smile
A warm flush spread across Whitey's cheeks as he gazed at Y/n, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Really? You'd...let me?” He sounded like a kid asking for permission to play with a favourite toy, his voice full of hope and longing. Without waiting for her answer, he leaned forward, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her breasts once more. “I promise I'll be gentle,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “I guess I owe you an apology, ma'am,” Whitey said, trying to salvage what was left of his pride. “Guess I got a little...overexcited.”
"When was the uh last time you?" She asked gently
Whitey's face turned bright red as he shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before finally coming to rest on Y/n's concerned expression “Honestly? It's been... a while.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I've been pretty busy with work and stuff. And, well…” Whitey's gaze drifted away, lost in thought as he stared blankly into space “It's just...I haven't exactly been getting a lot of opportunities,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not exactly the most popular guy in town, if you know what I mean.”
"awww you poor thing... Well I think you're cute" she cooed trying to make him feel better
Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him, soothing his wounded ego “You think I'm cute? Really?” He sounded like a kid who'd just been given the best Christmas present ever, his eyes sparkling with delight as he gazed adoringly at Y/n. “Aw, shucks,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I reckon that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.”
"you know if you want I don't mind you... You know. Getting out your frustration" she smiled "if you unlock my hands your more then welcome to have your fun."
Whitey didn’t hesitate unlocking her hands and immediately unlocking her cell to go inside with her, grabbing her breasts once more,
Y/n happily let him, leaning against the bars of her cell letting whitey enjoy her breasts. After a few seconds of his groping she could tell he was enjoying it so she tugged her blouse down completely so he could see her bare breasts "You like these?"
“Mmm... yeah,” Whitey breathed, his eyes fixed greedily on Y/n's exposed breasts. He couldn't help but reach out and cup them in his hands, feeling the soft flesh mould to his touch. “Oh, Lord have mercy,” he whispered, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. “You're so beautiful.” As he spoke, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the skin of her chest. His tongue darted out, licking a path across her collarbone, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “I love touching you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
"you can suck on them if you like." She cooed
Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a hungry gleam burning in their depths. He didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing around one nipple with a gentle suction. “Mmm... yeah,” he moaned, his tongue flicking back and forth as he licked and sucked her breast.
Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through her body as Whitey continued to tease her nipple.
“Oh, God... yes,” she whispered, her hips arching upwards as she pressed herself against the bars.
“Ummm you sound so good! More please!”
"Have you ever... Fingered a girl before whitey?" She asked brushed her fingers though his dirty blonde locks
Whitey's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as he felt her fingers weave through his hair. He purred softly, his face tilting upwards to meet her touch “No...ma'am,” he drawled, his voice dripping with seduction. “But I'm fixin' to try now.”
she smiled at him kissing his forehead, she pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her thigh-high stockings and her bare pussy "Now nice and gentle" she cooed taking his hand and guiding him to stroke her labia "uhh... You feeling how wet it is?"
Whitey's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Y/n's exposed body, his mind reeling with excitement. His hand trembled slightly as she guided him, but once he made contact, he was lost in the sensation “Mmm... oh yeah…”
"That means I'm aroused so you've done a good job pleasing me." She cooed "Now this is the clit it feels so so good if you touch here." She cooed guiding him to stroke a little circle around her clit "uhhh!"
Whitey's breathing quickened as he followed Y/n's guidance, his fingers moving in small circles around her clit. He felt a surge of pride and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body arching towards him with every stroke. “Mmm... keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. As he touched her, Whitey's own arousal grew, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be pleasuring Y/n, to see her so happy and relaxed under his touch. Without thinking, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he continued to stroke her clit.
"umm a little longer..." She gasped enjoying his rubbing too much to stop. But she slowly does guiding his fingers to her entrance "You feel that?" She asked making him circle it
Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating as he felt the warmth of her entrance beneath his fingers. He nodded eagerly, his fingers circling the opening as she'd instructed “Yeah... I feel it,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. As he touched her, Whitey felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him, a primal urge to claim and explore this intimate part of Y/n's body. Without hesitation, he pressed his fingers deeper, feeling the muscles inside her relax and yield to his touch. “Mmm…”
"That's my cunt." She whimpers guiding his finger inside her "uhhh! Yes! Yes... Ummm whitey!... Back and forth okay'
Whitey's face contorted in concentration, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's as he moved his finger back and forth inside her. He felt a rush of power and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body tensing and relaxing with every stroke. “Yes... ma'am,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. As he moved his finger, Whitey felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, his own arousal growing exponentially with every passing moment. He picked up speed, his finger sliding in and out of Y/n's cunt with increasing intensity. “Oh yeah... oh yeah…”
"you can add more." She cooed
Whitey's eyes lit up with excitement as he added another finger to the mix, his hands working together in perfect harmony as he pumped in and out of Y/n's cunt. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at being able to bring her such intense pleasure “More? how much more?”
"as many as will fit." She cooed "And this hand can touch stuff too" she cooed guiding his other hand to her clit
Whitey's face twisted into a greedy grin as he wrapped his other hand around Y/n's waist, his fingers closing in on her clit like a vice. He felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of bringing her to orgasm, his entire being focused on pleasing her. “I gotcha,” he whispered, his fingers stroking her clit in time with the pumping motion of his other hand inside her cunt. As he worked, Whitey's mind went blank, his senses consumed by the sensation of Y/n's body beneath him. He was lost in the moment, driven solely by his desire to bring her pleasure. His fingers danced across her clit, sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle pressure, he applied just the right amount of friction, coaxing her towards the brink of ecstasy. Y/n's hips bucked upwards, her body straining against his touch. Whitey's grip tightened, his fingers moving in perfect syncopation with her ragged breathing. Suddenly, he slipped another finger inside her, stretching her to the limit.
Y/n's cry echoed through the air as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. With a wicked glint in his eye,
Whitey leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss. His mouth locked on hers, Whitey's fingers continued their relentless assault on her. The tension built to a fever pitch, Y/n's body trembling with anticipation. With a sudden burst of energy, Whitey plunged his fingers deep inside her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her entire being.
Her scream was music to his ears as she came apart in his arms, her body convulsing with pleasure. As the aftershocks subsided, Whitey slowly withdrew his fingers, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed down at Y/n, her face flushed and radiant in the dim light. With a satisfied smirk, Whitey leaned back on his haunches, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. He watched as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling with a slow, sensual rhythm. “You're lookin' mighty fine when you're gettin' off,” he drawled, his voice dripping with admiration.
Y/n's gaze fluttered open, her eyes locking onto Whitey's with a lazy smile. “Thanks, Deputy,” she purred, her voice husky from pleasure.
Whitey chuckled, feeling a thrill run through him at the way she said his title.
"now... After making me feel so good does my cute deputy wanna fuck me?"
A sly grin spread across Whitey's face as he rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate. He towered over Y/n, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. “Oh, fuck - ma'am,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You know I want to.” Without another word, Whitey reached down and scooped Y/n into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
she giggled as he took het to the cells bed, "how do you want to? Have me on my back? On my stomach? Or would you like me to ride you?"
Whitey's eyes flashed with excitement as he laid Y/n down on the bed, his hands roaming over her curves as he considered her options. His fingers trailed down her belly, pausing to tease the sensitive skin just below her navel before continuing downward to cup her pussy. “No,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you to ride me.”
Y/n's giggle was music to his ears as she sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
With a playful smile, she reached for Whitey's belt buckle, working it free with deft fingers. she nodded and helped him settle on the bed and adjusted herself hovering just above his cock "You ready?"
Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating with anticipation as he nodded eagerly. His hands grasped her hips, guiding her into position. “Yeah,” he groaned, his voice strained with need.
As Y/n began to lower herself onto his cock, Whitey's head fell back, his eyes rolling shut in bliss. Y/n's weight settled onto Whitey's lap, her warm flesh enveloping his cock in a tight, wet grip. She began to move, her hips undulating in a slow, seductive rhythm that sent shivers coursing through Whitey's veins.
He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at Y/n's flushed face, her lips parted in a soft gasp of pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he raised his hands to grasp her waist, pulling her deeper onto his cock with each passing moment. Their bodies moved together in perfect syncopation, the friction building until Whitey felt himself on the brink of explosion.
Suddenly, Y/n's pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent and intense. Whitey's vision blurred as he felt himself hurtling toward release, his mind consumed by a single, primal urge: to come inside this beautiful woman, to claim her as his own in the most fundamental way possible.
Whitey's grip on Y/n's waist tightened as he felt himself cresting the wave of climax. With a low, guttural grunt, he thrust upward, burying himself deep within her warmth.
Y/n's cry of release echoed through the small space, mingling with Whitey's own ragged breathing as they rode out their shared orgasm together.
As the aftershocks faded, Whitey slowly relaxed his hold on Y/n's waist, letting her slide back onto her heels. For a moment, they simply lay there, panting and entwined in a sweaty, post-coital tangle. Then, without warning whitey spoke, "Marry me."
"...i- what?" Y/n asked unsure she heard him right
Whitey's face contorted into a look of utter seriousness, his eyes boring into Y/n's as he repeated the question. “Marry me,” he said again, his voice firm and resolute. He took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle yet insistent grasp. “I mean it, Y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can build a home here in La Belle, raise a family...I don't care about anything else as long as I've got you by my side.” His gaze searched hers, seeking reassurance that she felt the same way. “Say something…” he urged, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please tell me you'll marry me.”
"aww whitey... You're a sweet boy" she cooed stroking his cheek "I'll happily marry you"
Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him like a balm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Oh, thank God,” he whispered, his voice muffled by her hair. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of his eyes as he held her tightly, savoring the feel of her warmth and love surrounding him. “I'm going to make you so happy, Y/n,” he vowed, his lips tracing a path along her jawline. “You're going to be the queen of La Belle, and I'll be your king. I swear it.” His mouth claimed hers in a tender kiss, sealing their promise to each other.
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whitey-duvall · 30 days ago
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Never kill yourself
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foxgirlinfohazard · 9 months ago
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oh heres the song i have on repeat rn. its good go listen to it
(lyrics under cut, cause theyre good but hard to understand)
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't complain you did not know You're on, you're on You're on, you're on your own
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't deny this mess your own You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone
Lost a lot of love you're on your own Lost a lot of love you're on your own
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't complain you did not know You're on, you're on You're on, you're on your own
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't deny this mess your own You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone Lost a lot of love you're on your own Lost a lot of love you're on your own Lost a lot of love you're on your own Lost a lot of love you're on your own
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't complain you did not know You're on, you're on You're on, you're on your own
Shoot yourself, and cross your own Can't deny this mess your own You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone
You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone
You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone
You're all, you're all You're all, you're all alone
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cinnamonsparx · 1 year ago
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i had to the meme was too perfect. inspired by a drawing by the author
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last-of-the-independents · 1 month ago
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ANDY ROBINSON as Whitey in N.Y.P.D., S2.E15 (Three-Forty-Two, 1969)
Just look at him...
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hottogotangkinnie · 4 months ago
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Скетч Ханумана лллл
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chao-studios · 8 months ago
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I'll cry too!
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roughridingrednecks · 1 year ago
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Whitey
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cartoondrawer · 4 months ago
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Yeahhhh!!
(Part 2...reminder these are just messy sketches..)
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the-fiction-witch · 9 months ago
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Marry Me?
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Character Whitey Winn
Couple Whitey X Reader
Rating Adorable + Flirty
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“What’d he do?” Whitey asked with his usual cowboy tone, “He dangerous?”
As Y/n watched Whitey take Roy to the cell and lock him inside, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in frustration. Bill said Roy had been causing trouble again, and Y/n was tired of dealing with this. She had brought a pistol with her just in case things got out of hand, but she was relieved that she didn't have to use it. She carefully returned the pistol to the gun cabinet, making sure it was secure and out of reach. Y/n then took a moment to dust off her little blue dress, which had gotten a bit dirty during the ride back to town. She was glad to be back in the safety of the town and hoped that Roy would learn his lesson this time.
Whitey, comes over to her and brushes dirt off her shoulder. "Ma'am," He smiles, "ya ‘ave a rough ride today?"
"I'm not in the mood whitey," she glared already catching the innuendo he was no doubt going to make if she answered him the way he wanted her to,
Whitey smirked, He set his hands on his hips, "Alright, alright, don't get ya panties all in a twist," He said with a grin.
"My panties are not your concern Mr Winn," she glared as she headed out of the office stepping down the porch and into the New Mexico dirt, 
Whitey chuckled. "Hey, hey-" He went after her with a grin. "I'm only jokin' with ya." He chuckled as he followed her as she walked through Labelle, "You know," He said as he caught up to her. "If ya just lighten up, ya might get a boyfriend."
"a boyfriend? Really? Whitey there are like four men in this town. One is my father. One is the undertaker who's so close to death he's built his own coffin. The barkeep who can't even pour whiskey straight. And the dry goods man who hates everyone he's ever met. Not exactly the making of beat boyfriend material,"
Whitey chuckled, "What ‘bout me?"
"You. Are not a man Whitey."
Whitey smirked. "What’d ya think I am, then?"
"A boy," she said, "a very spoilt, cocky, idiot of a boy, who doesn't bathe, refuses to articulate his sentences and only got the job as deputy because he's the man in town under 50. Who's only decent quality is that he happens to be an above-average shot."
"Ya outta catch yourself Ma’am,"
"or what?" She glared,
Whitey gritted his teeth. "Don't play with me, Y/n. Ya won't like it much." He said as he took another step forward.
"just go away whitey. Go see one of your girlies or something and leave me alone." She stomped before she continued her way through Labelle towards her little house,
Whitey took in her words for a moment, her insults stung him and certainly bruised his ego. But he still felt there was a chance that with the right words, he could win her over. "Hey, wait-" He said as he ran after her. "I was just kiddin’ before." He said lying.
Y/n ignored him and continued through the dusty dirt,
"Hey! Hold up!” Whitey yelled, as he ran after her and caught up. "I-I..." He was at a loss for words. He was determined to get on her good side, "Look, I just-" He paused, "I'm sorry ‘bout earlier." He said honestly.
"are you?" She glared as she crossed her arms over her chest,
"I am. Ya know how I can be. Sometimes I don't do the thinkin’ before the talkin’." He said, 
"You never think before talking," she glared as she flicked his nose before she turned and headed up onto her house’s white-painted porch, 
Whitey winced as she flicked his nose, but quickly brushed it aside. "Well, why don't ya come to the saloon with me tonight? I'll buy ya a drink and make up for it."
"No thank you, Mr Winn," she said as she cleaned her dirty boots on her step,
"C'mon, it'd be fun. I'll even try and act polite." Whitey joked.
"try." She sighed, "No thank you. I'm busy"
Whitey raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and just what's so important that it has to take up your night rather than hangin’ out with me? Got yourself a lover boy?"
"no." She glared, "Not that it is any of your business whitey but I have laundry to do,"
"Oh." He said sounding disappointed. "Just laundry. Damn." He paused for a moment. He really wanted to take her for a drink and impress her with his charm. "Well, can ya maybe do it ‘nother night? I haven't had a drinkin’ buddy in a while now..."
"I'm sure you'll be fine whitey," she sighed as she headed inside her house but she accidentally left the door open which whitey smirked at.
Whitey's eyes lit up. Maybe there was still hope after all. He took in a deep breath, then made his decision and went inside her house to find her.
He bolts up her porch and steps inside Y/n's house and it's much like he imagined the house prim and proper everything in its place, well decorated and kept even a nice smell in the air she takes off her boots setting them by the door on a shelf of her shoes before she goes to the kitchen filling a pot and sitting it on the stove before then prepping a teapot as she does she noticed him so she added another teabag and rolled her eyes, "oh come on in whitey," she said sarcastically, "at least shut the door behind you. And take your boots off I don't want to track your damn mud around my house!”
Whitey rolls his eyes a little as he takes off his boots and sets them next to the other shoes. 
"Wow. Ya house is..." He said, finding it to be quite impressive in the neatness.
“What? Clean.”
“Kinda…” Whitey looks at the tea on the stove. He takes note of how she added two. "Ya plannin’ on ‘avin’ more than one tea? He says with a smirk.
"no, I'm making one for you, genius,"
"Tea?" He raised an eyebrow. "Ya don't seem like the tea kinda gal."
"you don't seem like a bath kinda boy," she snapped back,
Whitey's lip twitched and he narrowed his eyes when she said that. "I do take baths!" He yelled a little louder than he expected as he tried to defend himself.
"do you? When did you have one last?"
"Just because I don't bathe every day doesn't mean that I hardly bathe! I- I bathe twice a week!" Whitey crossed his arms as he tried to defend himself.
Y/n saw through his lies and grabbed some water in a glass before she threw it in his face and grabbed her washcloth and soap bar giving Whitey's face a scrub no matter how much he protested,
Whitey was taken by surprise when she threw the water and he didn't move fast enough to dodge it. Then, when she began to scrub his face, he began to struggle as best as he could. He tried to pull away, but his efforts were in vain. He wanted her to stop, but this wasn't completely all bad either. "STOP IT!" He yelled, struggling as he tried to pull away. As she scrubbed the layers and dirt off of his face it hurt just a little bit, but after you scrubbed his face, it felt... refreshing. He suddenly stopped trying to push her away as he looked into her eyes.
Y/n slowly moved back and dried off his face, smiling at him with gentle eyes, she held his chin and looked at him honestly the first time she had ever seen whitey clean, "humm" she chuckled, "So there is! a handsome boy hiding under there!"
Whitey stared into her eyes as she smiled and held his chin, looking at him as she had never looked at him before. He smiled as he felt her warmth and he couldn’t even believe how beautiful she looked at that moment.
"Ya think I'm ‘andsome?" He said a little giddy as he felt his face now glowing a red hue.
"I'm sure you could be. After a hot bath, some good soap and some clean clothes," she chuckled kissing his cheek before she took the pot off the stove and filled the teapot taking it to the table with the tea cups saucers, sugar pot and milk jug sitting down and after giving the tea a moment to steap she poured herself a cup and began to make it to her liking,
"Well, what if I don't want to take a bath or change my clothes?" He smiled at her He really liked when she kissed him. She sat down, pouring the tea, and Whitey followed her to the table sitting down across from her as he watched her pour the tea. When she finished, he reached forward and took the milk jug, pouring it into his own cup.
"then you're just you. And not particularly handsome,"
"Hmpf- I can be ‘andsome when I want to." He said, then looked back over at her. "Did ya really mean it? That I could be ‘andsome?"
"every man has the potential I suppose," she says picking up her cup and saucer briefly blowing on the tea before she takes a sip, “Even you whitey,”
Whitey smiled a little bit as he took a sip of his tea also. "Well, thanks that’s mighty kind of ya ma’am," he said, his face still a bit red from her compliment. He sipped his tea for a moment before he finally spoke again. "Ya know, ya kinda cute yourself."
"am I now?" She sighed already seeing through his attempts at flirtations,
"Yeah, ya are." He said with a smirk. As if he was sure she was into him. Even though he was really just fishing for validation at this point.
"if you say so. Don't you have other ladies to pester?"
Whitey smiled. "Not right now. All the other gals in town are annoying. Why can't they be like you." He complimented, hoping he could get a little bit further with her with just one more compliment.
"Why indeed," she sighed she offered wondered why the women in town weren't more like her, able to see through Whitey's flirtations and complimentary words and see the truth. But she supposed it was likely the lack of men in their ex-mining town. Whitey was the only man under 50 in town so it made sense why every widow swooned for his sweet words however Y/n being the sheriff's daughter could see through him like he was made of glass,
Whitey saw Y/n's expression and thought she was playing hard to get,Whitey grinned, he couldn't wait to try some of his moves to win her heart. "How can I convince ya that I'm the right guy for ya?"
"you can't." She said adding a sugar cube to her tea,
Whitey was disappointed but not deterred. He had been rejected plenty of times. It was going to take more than that to make him give up on her so soon, she was too pretty for him to lose out on. "So, what if I make ya a deal?"
"What sort of deal?" She sighed as much as she didn't want to engage with his nonsense she is a gambling girl,
Whitey grinned, he loved flirting with her. He leaned forward a bit, his hands leaning on the table. "What I'm thinkin’ is, ya give me a chance to prove that I'm the right dude for ya. One date. If ya don't like me after that date, I'll leave ya alone."
"no, you won't. I know what your like whitey I say I don't like you, you merely see it as a challenge"
Whitey paused for a moment, he wasn't about to lie. He smiled, he wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't like him. But, he was sure he could win her over.
"Can ya really blame me?" He said, his smile spreading across his face, she was just fun to tease with. "You're so pretty, anyone would see ya as a challenge to win over."
"umm you say that to all the ladies?"
"To all the pretty ones." He said, with his usual cocky grin. Whitey could have stopped trying a long time ago, but he really did like Y/n,
"whitey. No. Just no. I am not letting you check me off your list just so you can say you've slept with every lady in town. As soon as I let you spend the night you'd move on to the next one. It's not happening give up"
At this point Whitey couldn't help but smirk, even if all his talk of ladies was just meer talk to make Y/n jealous, "I’m hurt Ma’am I really am, that ya think so little of me? So ya think ya know everythin’ about me? What if I were to prove ya wrong?"
"umm?"
"What if I don't move onto another lady after I've..." He leaned back in his chair, his expression still a bit cocky, even if he knew he never ever would, this was Y/n the only girl he ever wanted, "after we... you know."
"but you will. So why are we even discussing it?"
Whitey shrugged as he took a sip of his cup. "Oh, come on- just ‘ear me out ok."
"I'm listening." She glared sipping her tea
"What if- just for the sake of argument- I was a changed guy? And after we..." His voice trailed off teasing her with a smirk across his face, waiting for her to answer.
"nope."
Whitey narrowed his eyes, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. He was sure he could wear her down. He wasn't used to being told no. "Just give me a chance, pleaaase."
"Whitey. There are only two ways you are ever going to sleep in my bed either you buy my home and steal my own bed from me" she warms before getting up from the table "or you marry me." She says fetching a small tin which she sat on the table as she returned to her seat opening it to a bunch of cookies and biscuits one of which she took and dunked in her tea
"Wait one second there," Whitey said, his face scrunched up in confusion as she got up. "Marry ya?" He paused for a moment looking at her. A small smirk crept across his face as he thought about the idea. "Marry ya, Y/n?" He tried to sound sarcastic, but there was definitely interest in his tone.
"it's the only way it's happening whitey,"
"Ya would marry me?" He couldn't hide his surprise with how serious she sounded.
"if you promised to be monogamous, move in with me and actually have regular baths," she shrugged sipping her tea
His eyes widened a little bit, she's actually serious she seemed genuine. But, that meant he'd actually have to give up his bachelor lifestyle. But for Y/n, he’d do it in a heartbeat, "I could do all those things." He took a sip of his tea, mulling the idea over.
"could you?"
He thought for a moment, make her his girl. But... what about the other girls? Would he be tempted? Maybe But if he had Y/n waiting for him at home? And honestly, most of his talk about the other labelle ladies was just that, talk. They might bring him a pie and give him compliments but that was as much as the Labelle widows fainted interest to whitey, he had always had a thing for Y/n so He shook off the thought of cheating and smiled at Y/n. "I would do anything for ya, even be monogamous for ya."
"I don't believe it for a second whitey,"
Whitey leaned back in his chair again, he was a little upset at her lack of faith in him but she did have a point. But he had never really felt a genuine connection with them like he felt with Y/n. "Ok, but I can be faithful to ya. Trust me. Come on Y/n ya know I was just talkin’ just talk is all it was, ya know I ain’t really like that, and Ya know how I feel ‘bout ya,"
"no you wouldn't be faithful we live in a town of ladies you literally have anyone you want," she glared
But, she was wrong. he knew he would come home to her. He was sure if they were together he'd only have eyes for her. "You're givin’ me a lot more credit than I'm due, but even so. I'd be comin’ ‘ome to only you if ya let me." He smiled as he took another sip of tea.
"you're actually considering this?" She raised an eyebrow seeming surprised he was thinking about it
Whitey leaned forward, looking into her eyes with a smirk across his face. "Yeah! Course I am! but it'd have to be under one condition."
"go on?"
Whitey shrugged, he wanted to make this a bit more of a game. "You'd get to be my wife, and I'd be ya ‘usband too. And, I'd make sure to be a good man for ya. But I'm not sayin’ I won't try and flirt with ya a lot even when you're my wife. Ya just can't resist me." He smirked, he knew he could probably win her back with a little bit of sweet talk still after everything she said.
"you understand what this would mean for you? No more girls. No more sleeping around. No more riding off to the next town over and tearing up the place. No more junk-filled houses. No more bathing once a month. You'd live here, with me, we'd be married, we won't see anyone romanticly but each other, you'll have chores, and a bath every other day, you'll go to work and come on home again to me, I'll make you dinner for your night shifts and do your laundry. And yes we will sleep together both just in bed and sexually. Maybe even have some kids if you're up for it. But it's all or nothing whitey you marry me and we do all this or you don't and we don't do anything. Ever."
He let every word sink in for a moment, he thought about it honestly. And he had to admit, the life Y/n had described for him sounded like it was definitely better than his single life right now. "I can do all that." He said with complete sincerity.
"you think so?" She asked
He knew she thought he was kidding or being sarcastic, he could tell by her face. He smiled, this was probably one of the most serious things he'd ever done. "I can definitely do all that, I swear."
"Alright." She shrugged before she got up and gathered up everything from the tea taking it to the sink to begin in dishes, "Balls in your court then Mr Winn"
The sound of her washing the dishes and being so nonchalant about the potential of what he was asking made Whitey almost laugh in amusement. He thought he would at least get a little bit more of a fight from her, but it was all over just like that. Not that he was complaining.
He got up from his chair and walked over to her. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms. "So, I'm gonna be ya ‘usband?"
"Yes, whitey?"
Whitey smiled, it felt so good to have won her over. He leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head, his hands on her wrists. "So, when's the wedding? The sooner we get married, the sooner we get to the good part."
"who said were getting married? I haven't been asked out anything yet" she laughed
His face dropped when she laughed, this wasn't going the way he envisioned. Did she think he would actually kneel down and ask her to wed right now? He was losing her. He couldn't lose her not now he was so close to what he had always wanted!  "Fine." He scoffed "Will you... Marry me?" He said sounding a bit sarcastic as he leaned down and kissed her head again.
"All alright" she shrugged
"Alright"?! He was expecting a bit more excitement over the news, she really just - "Really? That's it? 'Alright'?"
"right" She smiled again and gently held his chin with her soft fingers before she turned enough to give his lips a soft and gentle kiss their lips slowly moving against one another till she pulled back and continued with the dishes
Whitey was stunned by the soft kiss, it had almost sent shivers down his spine. She was actually kissing him back gently. He had won. He had Y/n as his wife! And, he couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach when her lips were pressing against his. This moment was almost unreal. He smiled as he watched her continue doing the dishes. But he had one more question for her now that he had won her over. "Is this gonna be a big weddin’ or a little thing?"
"I don't mind, up to you" she shrugged "Ohh and the jeweller has some nice rings on sale at the moment best go for silver rings though the gold will tarnish the ivory on your guns," she smiled
That made him happy, he liked to know she could really see themselves together in the future. "Oh, I'll make sure we get rings soon then." He said with a smile, he would make sure to get them as soon as possible, he couldn't wait to put a ring on this woman's beautiful finger. And, he had all the time in the world to plan their wedding anyway. He smiled as he watched her continue washing dishes, his mind already racing with ideas for the future. After a few moments, he finally decided he had a question that really needed to be asked at that point. "Y/n?" He said, his voice quieter than before. He was still stunned by that kiss, and in a way, he didn't want to ruin the moment. "May I ask one question?"
"yes, whitey?"
He smiled softly as he took a breath. He was surprised he was feeling so nervous with her after she had already agreed to be his wife, but for some reason, he felt his heart beating at a million miles an hour. Was this really gonna happen? Was he really going to marry this woman? "Could I ask ya to maybe... cuddle with me for a while?”
"When I've finished the dishes," she says "you can dry up too if you wanna help"
He watched her turn back around, a smile still on his face at the sight of her. He was almost blushing as he watched her do the dishes, her soft lips and smooth skin were enough to make it difficult not to stare at her. Even her hands doing the dishes were attractive. He chuckled as she said he could help. She was truly a good woman, he didn't care if she told him to clean the dishes before permitting him to hold her. But she wouldn't have to deal with him sitting around doing nothing after she was done. Whitey decided to be a good husband and started helping her wash the dishes when she was done with them. He was genuinely enjoying just spending time with her at this point and couldn't wait until they were officially married. He would make sure he took good care of her. And, maybe she could help take good care of him too, but he wouldn't mind if she didn't, he'd take good care of her regardless. Once the dishes were done, Whitey watched her move over to the couch and knew he had won. She was all his and he had nothing to worry about. He felt that she genuinely wanted him and was attracted to him, and he would make sure he was the best husband he could for her.
He sat down beside her on the couch and looked at her for a moment, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He leaned down and gently kissed her as he pulled her tightly against him and rested his head against her chest.
she kissed back and smiled cuddling him and running her fingers through his hair in a soothing way
His soft lips fit with hers like two pieces of puzzle, their bodies fit together perfectly and the moment felt truly perfect. The fire from the fireplace provided a bit of warmth for them as they remained close to each other. The way she ran her fingers through his hair felt amazing, and he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever.
Whitey looked into her beautiful eyes as he held her close. He wanted to tell her so many things, words could never describe his love for her at this point. Her perfect, soft, beautiful body was making him almost feel like a schoolboy with a crush. And, it felt so warm and comforting to hold her like this.
she smiled and moved sitting on his lap as he had asked her to, she petted his hair and gave his head kisses letting him squeeze her "This nice?"
Whitey felt butterflies all over again as she sat down on his lap, this was his dream come true. He had really won her over and not only that, she was really opening up physically with him now, and it felt better than he could have imagined. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and his hands began to wander. His fingers lightly brushed over her body, feeling every curve it had. He was completely in heaven.
He started lightly kissing the top of her neck and leaned his head against her neck, he couldn't help but smile as he felt her hands on his back. Her body fit against him so nicely. She was perfect just like he had imagined her to be. He didn't want these moments to end, he wanted them to be married right now so he could make her his wife and never let go.
Whitey felt her soft, feminine hand caress his back and neck as her long fingers lightly rubbed him. Her touch was sending shivers of bliss through his body. Her arms were wrapped around him as she snuggled up tightly against him and she nuzzled her head against his chest. Whitey's heart was pounding so hard, he was afraid he would just pass out like this from the amount of happiness he was feeling right now. He had truly won her over, finally.
she hummed softly her head on his chest her hand in his hair, the other on his chest stroking his jumpers fabric, her body on his lap as she gently fell asleep on him
He felt her soft, gentle humming, her head resting against his chest as she began to fall asleep. He held her close as he continued gently playing with her hair, her hands continuing to lightly trace patterns on the fabric of his jumper. She fit perfectly on his lap, He couldn't help but smile as he watched her slowly drift off.
Whitey felt his own eyelids get heavy, she seemed so comfortable on his lap her warm body curled against him. There was nothing else he wanted than to just lay there and snuggle up against her like this. He felt her breathing get slower and slower, her breathing became more shallow and her hums turned into mumbles until she was fully asleep in his arms.
He took a deep breath and watched her for a moment more. She looked so peaceful lying on his lap just like that. He wanted to just be with her forever. He didn't even want to move, he just wanted to stay exactly where he was at that moment. 
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whitey-duvall · 9 days ago
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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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foxgirlinfohazard · 9 months ago
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this whole song is really good but THIS PARTICULAR PART just scratches such a SPECIFIC ITCH and im glad the songs like 6 mins total so this gets to be a little over 2 mins :3
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cinnamonsparx · 1 year ago
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i saw this meme and it screamed richard
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