#m!whitney the bully

[miaowitch]

Learning Your Lesson (18+)

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M!Whitney the Bully (DOL) / GN! Reader

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ smut, spanking, name-calling (slut, pet, bitch, etc..), petplay-ish, swearing, Dom/Sub concepts, fingerfucking, ambiguous hole reference for GN posterity

summary ⋆｡‧˚♡

You love your boyfriend, simple as that. Talking to him is a natural want, it's not like you were bothering anyone by telling him about your day. But, it's Whitney we're talking about, so of course you're bothering him. Your punishment is harsh, but it surely comes from a place of care...right?

1.2k words

confession ⋆｡‧˚♡ ;; started playing degrees of lewdity, and accidentally fell in too deep <3 i hope you guys enjoy! i know its not super long, but i really needed to get this one out

You don’t often push him to the limit, but everyone has their breaking point. 

Sure, you’d invited him over to hang out, but that didn’t mean he needed to be in a good mood. Coming over, in his mind, was supposed to be somewhere he could relax without the annoying dicks in his friend group. Sorely, he was mistaken. You were simply excited to have your boyfriend in your room, talking about anything that came across your mind. But Whitney couldn’t fucking take it anymore. 

Lying across Whitney’s lap, you’d been warned so many times before. Pressing his buttons, disobeying his commands. Even if you’d been his little pet, but defiance was a running streak in you. Telling you to shut the fuck up just didn’t work, so he decided it was time to put you in your place. “Now, what did I tell you?” He spoke as the nicotine rolled off his tongue, the cigarette resting in between the fingers placed on the top of your butt.

It was really your fault getting into a situation like this. With your hips bent over his knee, ass perched in the air, with his hand firmly holding you in place by the back of your neck. Vulnerable, you were in the palm of his hand in the most literal sense. “Stop fucking chattering in my damn ear, bitch.” His hand left its place on your neck to grab at your hair with authority. 

You whined his name, a high toned beg for mercy. As if he’d relent. Placing the cigarette back between his lips, he pulled tight at your hair as if it were a warning. A quick slap sounded in your room, his palm making contact with your bare ass. Underwear and shorts pooled at your ankles, writhing at the pain of the harsh sting. 

“C’mon, you’re not even gonna cry?” He sighed, his next slap hitting hard enough to leave a pink blush across the skin. 

“N-No–” You managed to fight back, to his own pleasure. In his jeans, his dick pressed firm against the seam. He wouldn’t give you what he knew you craved. Fucking ungrateful brats don’t get what they want. “Fine.” Flicking his filter-burnt cigarette onto your hardwood, smoke blew out from his nostrils in a huff. If you wanted to be so stubborn, he’d just have to make you cry. 

You managed to take a breath in his moment of deliberation, almost getting too comfortable in the concept of him letting you go before another sharp impact hit. With a swear escaping you, you stifled back the whimpers from the surprise.  “Fuck, Whitney, what the hell��?” Your voice almost moaning out, Whitney’s face heated up. His usual sadistic smile splitting after hitting you for a fourth time, then a fifth. 

Relentless in dealing out pain, it’s not like you weren’t used to his frequent punishments. Whitney was just like this, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even into it. The pain was a little hard to adjust to, but even now, you dripped onto his leg. The sting sending pleasure up your spine, shaking through the sixth hit. It almost felt numb until he quickly cracked down again. His own sick joy spawned from a place of watching you squirm under his touch.

Finally, a cry slipped out. In the middle of taking a shaky breath, his broad hand cracked against your tender skin. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, even trying to fight the feeling seemed to cause more to well up. Fighting it was futile, even Whitney seemed to pity his poor pet. A soft coo escaped him, “Has my slut learned their lesson yet?” He released your hair, petting back your tussled strands that escaped his hands.

Tears managed to creep from their ducts, unwillingly fluttering your lashes to get them out. Moments where Whitney felt the slightest sympathy were rare, but never unwanted. A moan quietly sounding under the affectionate pets. The old desk chair under the two of you creaked in response to Whitney’s legs spreading further, your back stiffening at the feeling.

“Hmm…” His hand moved from your hand, his body jittered with excitement. He wondered how far he’d take it, was he done? He could easily march you out the door and fuck you in the hall for everyone to see, or even on the sidewalk outside. Whitney’s other hand was red from the discipline, but still he rubbed gentle circles into your own imprinted skin. On the other hand, he wanted to keep you to himself, a rare moment of privacy between the two of you. 

With his middle and ring finger, he slipped down your slit. Teasing at your wanting hole, running his dry fingers just lightly over the surface. “P-Please…” You beg, trying to push against the pressure. Stupid fucking desperate whore. The throbbing in his pants was almost enough of a reason to deny you, if he wasn’t giving in, neither would you. Until those sweet begs became more urgent, choking out like sobs. 

Whitney swallowed the painful tension in his throat, a firm ball of desire that goading him into fucking the brains out of you.

After all…you did learn your lesson. And he wasn’t the most unkind master in the world, his special pet needed a reward for taking their spankings so well. His two fingers plunged into your hole without warning, granting mercy for your sweet desire. A low hum of pleasure rose from his chest, watching his fingers pull sticky trails of your cum with each pull out. “God, you’re so fucking nasty..” He spoke quietly to hold in his own moans from breaking out.

Spilling all of his secrets about how much he loved watching you beg for just his fingers to fuck the sense out of you. Secrets that revealed just how happy he was being your boyfriend, being the one guy who you’d willingly fuck yourself stupid for. He wondered if the whole orphanage could hear you begging for more, not that he even cared. Whitney just wanted you to be his dumb pet forever. Without humoring the seriousness of the thought, he focused on pounding his knuckles into your dripping cunt. 

Milking out your orgasm was easy, hooking his fingers inside and circling around to drive you crazy. Your back arching and legs flailing behind you. Whitney bit at his lip, watching the sweat beading on your back. Pulling his fingers from your gasping hole, he wrapped his hand around to make you clean the white slick off his fingers.

Gratefully, you sucked. As if it was a treat for letting him fuck you out. Your eyes looking up at him as he towered, thanking him without saying a single thing. Whitney knows just how hard you work to keep him happy, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to play a little more with his favorite slut.

“Get on the bed, bitch.” He smiled, detaching his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop. Happily unbuttoning his jeans as you scurried onto the bed, not wanting to disobey him anymore than you already have. 

Whitney wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dee-snut]

Hi dol fandom don't be fooled Whitney is my least fav school li

[dol-dee]

Seperate Close up of Whitney, from my comic about his ""confession"" scene Now you can get kabedoned too! 🫵

[deoccchi]

I imagine his appearance in a really different way from others idk what to think I need to make a fem version actually

[degreesofkei]

i can't really think of a caption but i offer

individual pics under the cut ⬇

i posted sydneys so pls dig them up manually /j /j here

i thought kylar used a big cutter knife bc they can fit that in their school bad. i have one. but well it was.................. really a kitchen knife HUH...

[alexysmugg]

quick whitney nsfw, idea from this ask sended to madison!

nsfw version here!

[dolmimi]

(repost bc i forgot what day it is lol)

butch whit / femme pc yuri! mimi is meant to be shorter but uuhhhh, can't be bothered to make an accurate height difference<3

insp: artwork by cosmic spectrum!

[nopecho]

Decided to indulge a little and drew a genderbent Ekko :> I like this design, I thinh he turned out cute uwu

BTW he's still dating M! Whitney because I can never picture Whitney as a girl personally lol

I might do some spicy art with both M!Ekko amd M!Whitney... Hehe

Uncensored version on Twitter!

[medico-meo]

you ever think about how a lot of options that lower whitney’s dominance after romancing them don’t decrease their love. do you think if you ease them in enough they’d be comfortable subbing for you in private. not even in a strictly sexual way but even like, them collared and sitting on the floor and resting their head against your leg as you stroke their hair and praise them.

[ihonestlycanttellyou]

Choose your fighter:

Evil Bimbo Whitney digging her sharp acrylics into your scalp as she drags you by the hair to force you between her thighs in the middle of the hallway.

OR

Aggressive Tomboy Whitney getting you on the ground and pressing her beat-up sneaker into your chest until you beg her to let you between her thighs while her friends watch.

[idleiji]

Whitney I know what you are the closet is clear glass CLEAR it's see-through transparent it's so painfully obvious don't you dare go hiding in that corner I can see you.

[dee-snut]

Overzealous whitney hater here. Please show us more of your art of this british soggy expired french fry haire loser. GOD I HATE HIM !! ❤️❤️

YEAH I FUCKING HATE THAT GUY!! Anyways expect more art of him in the future bc I have severe Whitney brainrot (this is a cry for help)

[dol-dee]

He's lucky he caught her on an off day

based on this scene that I recently got ingame. I couldn't get Dee's reaction out of my head :D

[degreesofkei]

a fierce show

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day nine: virginity (m!bailey x f!pc)

word count: 952

tags/warnings: virginity loss, power dynamics, reader has a cunt and wears a skirt but no gendered terms are used, dubcon, degradation/name-calling

“Alright, brat,” Bailey sneered, standing up from his desk. “You want it so bad? Bend over. Let me teach you a lesson.”

Your blood ran cold. You had just been teasing, only trying to rile him up and annoy him. But when you looked into Bailey’s eyes, you realized…this had gone too far. 

“W-wait, hold on–” you tried to speak up, but apparently you hadn’t been moving fast enough, because Bailey suddenly moved behind you and forced you to bend over, your face smacking the cold wood of his desk. 

“Too late,” he growled. “Isn’t this what you were asking for?”

Well, yes, but you’d never expected him to actually take action like this. Every time before, he’d just snap at you and kick you out of his office. This time, though, it was like something had broken inside your caretaker. And that terrified you. 

Bailey grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him. There was a dark, twisted look in his eyes that made you shudder. 

“No, but, I’m…” words failed you, but for better or for worse, Bailey caught on to your meaning. 

He snickered. “Seriously? You’re still a virgin? Well, that’s fine. Your body is mine, after all.” Bailey flipped up your skirt and tucked it into the waistband, taking a moment to admire your bottom. “Can’t believe you’ve made it this long, somehow.”

“Can you just…” you trailed off and swallowed, not sure what you were trying to say. Your voice cracked. “Be gentle, please.”

Bailey snorted. “You’ll get what you deserve.”

He tugged your panties down and delivered a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re still a virgin, huh? You should be selling this ass, you know. Then maybe you wouldn't be such an annoying bitch about your money all the time.”

Bailey plunged two fingers inside your cunt, making you yelp in pain. “Tight,” he grunted as he scissored his digits in your walls. “People pay good money for that.” 

You whined, but you were unable to deny that his rough, callous actions actually…felt kind of good, honestly. His fingers were big and while there was no gentleness to his behavior, he clearly knew what he was doing. 

“F-fuck,” you whimpered, digging your nails into the desk. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as his fingers thrust in and out. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Bailey yanked his fingers out so suddenly that you gasped at the loss. You heard the unbuckling of a belt and the unzipping of pants, and when you turned your head over your shoulder to look, the sight almost made your knees buckle in. 

Bailey was packing. Seriously, that thing was massive. You audibly gulped. You’d been forced to suck Whitney’s cock plenty of times; had seen your fair share of naked penises just going about your daily life in town. But that? It was monstrous. 

“I-I don’t think that’s going to fit in me,” you said hesitantly. Bailey just snorted in response, stroking it a few times to reach full hardness. 

“Oh, I’ll make it fit. Isn’t this what you wanted?” With that, Bailey bullied his thick cock into your tight hole, and you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he let out a low groan as he slowly moved inside you. It was obvious it wasn’t for your pleasure but rather out of necessity - your virgin cunt was simply too tight to fully move. “I should’ve whored you out long ago.” 

Bailey smacked your ass again as he began to move more. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips and you knew he would leave marks. 

“It hurts,” you mumbled, but Bailey wasn’t listening as his hips thrusted faster. It did hurt, but it also felt undeniably good. 

“You asked for this,” he grunted, finding his rhythm as your tight hole stretched to accommodate his girth. The only sounds were his short pants, the wet sound of skin on skin, and your whimpers. 

His fingers embedded in your hair again and gave your scalp another yank, making you cry out. “Please,” you practically sobbed, but you weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.  

Bailey’s hips were slapping against yours repeatedly, grunting with every thrust. All you could do was whimper, the sensation overwhelming you. 

“Stupid brat,” Bailey groaned. “I should’ve brought a camera. People would pay good money to see you all fucked out like this.”

You whined, pressure building inside of you. But suddenly, you felt empty - Bailey had pulled out of you. You glanced back over your shoulder just in time to see ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, splattering your bare ass with gooey warmth. “That’s right. Take it, you little shit.”

Bailey let out one last moan before rubbing his hand over his face. Then, his eyes widened. “Shit! What the fuck did I just do?” 

You felt like you couldn’t even move. You were still bent over his desk, feeling like you were going into shock over everything that had just transpired. All you did was stare blankly at Bailey as he quickly tugged his pants back on and buckled his belt, with a combination of pure rage and fear on his face as he did so. You’d never seen him like this. 

“Clean yourself up and get the fuck out of my sight,” Bailey growled, not sparing you a single glance as he left his office and slammed the door behind him. But you stayed right where you were, cum dripping down your back, a trickle of blood running down your inner thigh from your defiled cunt, bent over Bailey’s desk.

[dolmimi]

some of my fem!whitney hcs because to revive this blog

- has mommy issues. her mom was an aspiring model/beauty queen who got pregnant by her bf (whitney's dad). gave up her career to become a housewife only to get cheated by him. she took her anger out on whitney so whitney hates her

- does facial piercings bec 1) she likes it 2) piss mum off

- does not wear a bra. (i'm aware of the game canon but sshhhhh)

- tomboy lesbian!!!!