#whitney

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[sendou-shiki]

Whitney🐺🤍

ビアンカ🐺

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千堂しき

[mossspond]

ZERO!

[monkiinart]

realizes that i never put these on here! some redesigns from 2021

[tentacleplains]

It's Valentine's Day!

You look at the gifts you've gotten over the course of the day. You feel warm, for the most part. | -- Stress | - Trauma

Kylar hands you a bottle of a sweet-smelling, sparkly fluid. "F-for Valentine's Day," they mumble shyly, looking away. "I hope you think of me while you..." | - Jealousy

You can't tell if it's an aphrodisiac or some sort of love potion. Or both. | + Stress

--

Robin left a lollipop and a packet of candy hearts under your bed, alongside a handwritten note.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" it reads. "I'm really grateful for everything you do for me. I love you."

"P.S. - Don't let Bailey find the empty wrappers!"

You pop a conversation heart in your mouth. It's chalky and saccharine sweet. | - Stress | - Trauma

--

Whitney, flanked by their lackeys, accosts you in the hallways, pushing a bottle into your hands before you can react. They grope your ass while they saunter off, looking over their shoulder. | + Arousal

"Happy Valentine's Day, slut," they call after you. "I'll make good use of you later." | + Lust

You look at the bottle in your hands. It's chocolate flavored lube. You pocket it, thinking about what Whitney's planning. | + Stress | + Arousal

Avery handed off a box of chocolates as you got in their car.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my toy," they smile. "Have a treat, on me."

You take a bite of one of the chocolates. It's bittersweet, with a fruity creme liqueur in the middle. | - Stress

You polish it off and open the box for another, but Avery stops you with a glance. "Don't overindulge," they tell you sharply. "It's unsophisticated." | - Endearment | + Stress

--

Alex was still busying themself in the kitchen as you ate breakfast this morning, and once you finish your plate, they push a dish of chocolate covered strawberries your way.

"Happy Valentine's," they say. "Did a little extra foraging from the woodland. Wanted to surprise you."

They look at you expectantly, and a little nervously, so you pick up a strawberry and take a bite. It's sweet and juicy, the tart flavor cutting through the rich chocolate. | - Stress

--

Eden surprises you after dinner, presenting you with a homemade chocolate cake. They look embarrassed.

"Happy Valentine's Day." You take a bite of the cake. It's a little dry, but sweet. Crumbs fall from your fork. "Sorry it's not the prettiest. I haven't baked in a long time."

To reassure them, you tuck into it with gusto, cleaning off the plate in record time. A bit of frosting lingers on your lips, which Eden swipes away with their hand. The rough pad of their thumb catches on your lip. | + Arousal | + Lust

When you went to the pharmacy to pick up your prescription, you were handed a pill bottle with a bow around it. Even though there's no note, you figure this must be Harper's doing. | + Lust

You wonder if the contents of the bottle have been tampered with. | ++ Stress | + Trauma

--

Sydney, looking nervous, perks up as you approach the counter. Their hands are behind their back, clutching something.

"H-here!" they say, practically shoving a bouquet in your face. The wrapping crinkles as you take it from them, their face rapidly reddening. "I wanted to get you chocolates, but Headmistress Leighton doesn't allow food or drink in the library. I-I hope this is okay."

The flowers smell sweet. You hope they'll hold up in your locker all day. | - Stress | - Trauma

Leaning over the counter, Sydney plants a kiss on your cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day," they smile. "Thank you for loving me. I don't know who I'd be without you." | + Love

--

Remy hand-feeds you a bright, shiny apple.

"For my favorite cow," they say, patting your head with their free hand. | + Stress?

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[masculinemiracles]

Yeah I caved

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[nopecho]

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

I feel like my mind is exploding.

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

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[ursidanger]

for joan and whitney: what do they think is most cute/attractive abt the other?

[battlevilla]

[lookingbackatfashionhistory]

• Mother-of-Bride Ensemble: Dress, Jacket and Hat.

Date: 1910

Designer/Maker: Whitney, Chicago.

Medium: Embroidered silk chiffon, satin, soutache braid.

[monkiinart]

more poké ✨

[shysuccubusstuff]

Obsessed! M!Whitney

Content: Obsessed behaviour + Stalking + Degradation + Underwear stealing + Skin writing + dacryphilia + foul language + Public NSFW encounter + Masturbation; Non proof-reading

Note: I've been working so much with the L&DS men that I forgot my other men... I hope everyone is having a nice week! I'm already writing a Husband! Sylus fic, but I'm still working on the naughty part... Since I don't really see him as someone that would actually act in extreme ways for the person he loved (mainly cause their lover would probably get mad/freak out), I chose to look for someone that would actually accept it! Let me know if you want more about this game!! ♡♡

Obsessed! Whitney who at first simply approaches you as he has done to many others. After all, he was simply looking for a new toy that could entertain him a bit, who could be best than someone that was in the same class at him?

Obsessed! Whitney who starts to become a bit too interested in you. He does the same thing he has always done to the rest, forcing you to undress in the middle of the road while his friends take pictures and say nasty things about you, and despite he keeps on laughing each time you try to cover your face, he notices a strange knot in his stomach each time one of his friends tries to touch you a bit too much for his liking. In fact, he even has to restrain himself from punching him on the face, which is weird, as he usually has no issue sharing with them as long as he gets the first taste.

Obsessed! Whitney who begins to write more posessive messages all over your body. At first the messages were simply things like: "cumdump" or maybe "cumslut", but as the two of you begin to become closer, the messages become more... clear. With your inner thighs being completely marked by his teeth mark, together with permanent marker that said things like: "Whitney's slut", with his friends simply laughing acting as if they didn't notice that... strange glimpse on his eyes.

Obsessed! Whitney who begins to save your underwear in his room. He keeps telling you to not wear underwear, but he keeps on finding himself fisting his dick with your underwear wrapped around his cock, lewd sounds and curses coming out of his mouth as he tries his best not to remember your stupid face with those stupidly cute eyes. The next day, he has bite marks over his left hand, and he somehow seems to be in an even worse mood, as he keeps clicking his tongue each time you get remotely close to him, still, the only thing you can do is wonder what the hell is wrong that day with him.

Obsessed! Whitney who only becomes more and more fixated on you the hardest he tries to play cool. He keeps forcing himself to get used to sharing you with his friends, used to seeing you on the floor while some other fucker tries to have their way with you... His little plan comes crashing down the second he finds you with that fucking loser, what was his name? Oh yeah, Kylar, that frail boy who kept stealing glances at you every time he thought nobody was looking. Guess it was his turn to show who you truly belonged to, right? So he made his way inside the small closet and closing the door behind him. He suddenly grabbed you by the collar, pulling you to the floor and forcing you to get on your knees as he unbuttons his trousers, rapidly removing his underwear in front of the two of you.

"Who would have guessed that the loser would fall in love with my slut? Guess it's time to show him just how much you love my dick, yeah? Open up, slut." He wrapped his hand around his cock, moving the tip towards your lips as he smiled wickedly. His other hand grabbed you by your hair, pulling it so you finally opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out as if you were trying to mess with him. He tightened the grip around your hair, forcing his whole length into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat as you tried your best not to gag on it. "Come on slut, tighten that fucking throat, we have someone watching..." He started to move his hips on a ruthless pace, forcing you to constantly gasp for air as you kept trying your hardest, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you kept receiving his harsh thrusts against your uvula. This kept going for a few minutes, the closet being filled with the lewd sounds of you choking on his cock, together with the faint sounds of Kylar's crying (and maybe some other wet sound...). Without warning, Whitney put both of his hands on the back of your head, a slightly salty liquid filling your mouth as he held you on your place, heavy ropes of cum falling down your throat as you kept trying to swallow it as fast as possible. "I hope this reminds you who you truly belong to, slut." Without saying anything else, Whitney leaves, looking at you one last time before going to the following class.

Obsessed! Whitney who starts to see you more and more outside of class. He begins to wait at the front gate every single day, always making some poor excuse for him to separate from his group. This strange behaviour only increases, as you start to see him everywhere, from math classes to the park, even sometimes feeling as if you were being followed while walking around the alleways of the city. In fact, you even notice how you stop being harassed by most people, with them simply looking at you with a mixture of desire and restrain. Who would guess that it was thanks to Whitney's threats that you would finally be able to walk around the city more or less safe?

Obsessed! Whitney who starts following you around the whole school, forcing you to have your arm wrapped around his, only letting you away for some time as he speaks with his friends, his hand trailing around your naked lower half, his fingers barely rubbing against it as you force yourself to keep a straight face, making him grin as soon as he notices your useless squirming. This not only allows him to state his position as your boyfriend, but he even gets to see the looks on the faces of all those losers that you had been fucking while he wasn't around, God, he just loves seeing their faces crumble to pieces.

[doledition]

whitney and affection

so. not a whitney fucker. a semi whitney enjoyer. yet there's something so...fascinating about whitney, so demented and truly strange about their behaviors, that makes me want to psychoanalyze them.

dolville, as we all know, is Rape Capital. Rape-Opolis. The super capital of getting abducted and violated. violation is the name of the game in dolville, whether it's mental physical or emotional. even characters who are considered fairly 'tame' or vanilla, also have their moments of violation- whether it be sydney during the rite of defilement (though it's arguable as to what extent sydney was fully lucid during it) to losing affection with robin if you refuse to sleep w them.

affection is tainted in dolville. it is a display of control, given by force. whitney is perhaps our most egregious example besides well. eden.(and i can do a lot on eden). whitney, from the onset, is violent. our first interaction w them is getting their knee shoved into our crotch. that is how we are introduced to them- as a menace, a violator. they're the most 'antagonistic' out of all the main li's right off the bat. i remember reading somewhere that vrel views whitney as a 'main antagonist' in dol, along with kylar and eden, though i could be off base with this.

anyways, even as we continue throughout the game, whitney is still the same level of cruel to us as in early game, except with more tender moments to balance it out. still, these methods of expressing affection remain a constant throughhout the game, even with high love. (granted, the dom and lust level also affects how whitney treats us but we'll get to that) whitney oftentimes takes on the role of a pimp for the player. there are many, many instances of whitney randomly grabbing the player up, as though in a scene of goodwill, and then marching them over to some rando in the park to pimp. and rest assured, you still won't be making any money, even at high love.

regardless of any amount of affection, really, whitney's behaviour continues to be cruel and violating, with no regards for pc's comfort. yet, there are tender, almost kind moments interspersed throughout our interactions with whitney. whether it's borne out of actual love for the pc or a need to display 'dominance' over them is well, debatable.

this does not negate, however, whitney's deep affection over the pc. whitney treats us how they were taught to treat others, not with respect but through a display of dominance, a need to prove how 'tough' and in control they are. whitney does not truly see pc as a person, but a toy-one they like, of course, but still a toy. pc's autonomy is nothing in their eyes, but a pesky thing to constantly contest with.

some people may say this is because whitney is just attempting to gain status, and inclusion, into their group of friends. however, while that may partly factor into why whitney treats pc as a prop, i'd argue that this isn't entirely the reasoning. i'd say whitney, at the end of the day, views pc more as a thing- a fun little thing, desperate and barking to play with-instead of a person.

this is magnified by pc's every move-if pc gives into them, this image is further solidified. if pc fights back, it beguiles them, entrances them to know more. we are treated very differently than whitney's other victims, entirely there's to torment. circling back to my earlier point of affection, whitney's treatment of the pc, their way of showing affection, is dependent on pc being a site of stress relief, a toy to play with, one without any capability of feeling any real animosity towards whitneys actions.

tl;dr: affection is violence, a display of strength, and cruelty to whtney. to get someone to love you, as the town has shown, you cannot respect them as a person. you must display your strength, and your great ability for violence and control. affection without violence and cruelty is not affection at all, now is it? (i wrote this pseudo-analysis on a whim very tired and without cross referencing the game so if there's something i'm missing or misinterpreted please let me know. also i probably just rehashed a bunch of Very Obvious Things so uh. twirls my hair.)