Been rewatching Beastars lately and I can’t get my head out of the gutter, how Whitney would fit nicely right into the structure itself.
Wolf whitney, to be exact. Don’t tell me it doesn’t suit ‘em, it’s Whitney all over, from the feral need to hunt and own, climb upon the ranks. They’re a carnivore through and through, this carnal need to sink their used fangs into fresh meat, greedily lap up the remaining velvety consistency with their pink tongue. It’s in a wolf’s nature to do so, and fuck, once they set their sights on you — It’s fucking over. You thought regular Whitney was bad? Take a look at their wolf counterpart, much, much worse.
Usually seen in packs, snickering along with their mates only to bare their sharp teeth at the mere hint of your scent drawing nearby, saliva pooling beneath their tongue. Sure, the town has deemed it immoral to feast upon an herbivore, but the blonde doesn’t give a shit, not at all. Once they got you firmly pinned up against the bricked wall, dread forming in the pits of your guts with this fucking.. feral beast towering over you, fluffy tail gently swaying back and forth. Yeah, you’re fucked. You don’t know if when the delinquent refers to you as their prey instead, how they can’t wait to get a good ol’ taste of you, don’t know if they’re actually kidding or not. Truth is, Whitney is not. Motherfucker’s size also expanded and I’m not just talking about their overall height and frame.
Changing in the locker rooms, catch a glimpse of Whitney’s softened knotted cock hanging lazily between their legs, the way it lightly smacks against their thigh. Holy fuck, the sheer girth of it, not even hardened and you wonder how exactly they’re walking with that hefty thing around. How do you fucking get past that either? Simply shoots you a lingering look, grinning to themselves once they’ve caught you staring for a tad bit too long. Escalating to cleanly stripping you free from your clothes, uncaring for the leering gazes that attracts from everyone else. If anything, the bully adores it, swiftly unzipping their trousers open to smack their drooling knotted cock onto your bare tummy, get a good idea of how far it’d reach if they shoved it straight in. The sensation has you dizzy, as Whitney likes it to, teasingly rubbing the length of their veiny shaft along your skin, smearing pearly pre-cum all over the heated surface.
On blood moons? Good luck with that. Quickened puffs of breath escaping from your lips as you try to outrun them in the vast forest, the familiar padded footsteps drawing nearer as a sharp branch grazes your cheek, stumbling over your own feet and landing onto the rough, soiled ground. Fuck, its fuzzy all over, aching fingers having gone numb a long while ago, leaving only the resounding smack of Whitney’s swollen cock fucking into you, bullying your wet, sloppy insides full of their seed till sunrise.
↓ I meant F!Whitney with a cock btw, by @shoknsfw
The lower half.. yeah, only I get to see that.
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Yes, im a needy slut online who loves fantasizing about rough CNC and other kinks
Yes, im extremely shy irl and will probably get flustered and blush at anything you say, dirty or not
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Go ahead. Don't worry, it's comfy. It fits you perfectly. It fits all of us perfectly. It fits you up, fits up your body, fits up your mind, fits up your voice. It makes you fit.
Put on the mask.
Fit to work! Fit to move. Fit to walk. Walk in step. Walk in rhythm. Work in rhythm! There's work to do! We all have to work. We all have to chip in. Everybody does their part!
Put on the mask.
You'll do your part. Do it with us. Work is fun with us! Work on masks. Work on fitting. Work on moving! Work on finding! Find more workers. Find more friends! Find your friends! Fit them up to be our friends. Fit them up to be good workers!
Put on the mask.
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