Whitey Winn One Shots

Hoggsby

Whitey sat struggling to fight back his yawns, as he sat in his cosy chair in front of the Sherriff's Office, His hat pushed down his head to keep the sun from his eyes but he perked up a little as he heard a familiar voice.

"Come on Hoggsby." Y/n said as she walked down the street in her usual off-the-shoulder dress, a wooden stick in one hand and the other had a rope that was attached to a large pig, "Come on don't you dilly dally." she said,

Whitey's eyes widened slightly as he watched Y/n walk down the street, "Well, well, well... look what we got here," Whitey said with a charming smile, standing up from his chair and walking towards Y/n. "A lovely lady and her fine porcine companion."

"Hardly call him a companion." she laughs "Hiya Whitey,"

Whitey tipped his hat back on his head, revealing a messy patch of blonde hair underneath. "Hiya Y/n," he said with a grin, eyeing the pig warily. "What seems to be the occasion for this... um, procession? Pig parade?"

"This is my dinner for Christmas day," she smiled, "My roasted ham to be."

Whitey's face lit up with amusement at Y/n's announcement, and he let out a low whistle.

"Well, I reckon you're fixin' to have quite the feast, ain't ya? That there's one big ol' ham." He nodded towards the pig, his eyes sparkling with cheer. "You plannin' on roastin' him whole, or just gonna use the meat?"

"Just the meat. But he's gonna make some good dinner." she smiled, "Yes you will, Yes you will." she laughed petting the pig's head,

Whitey chuckled at Y/n's antics, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as he watched her interact with the pig. He leaned against the railing of the porch, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, I reckon he will," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You know, you're gonna have to give me some of that ham after Christmas Day. I'm starvin' over here for some of ya cookin'."

"Well your welcome to join me whitey" She smiled

A sly grin spread across Whitey's face as he gazed at Y/n, "Really? I reckon I'd like that," he drawled, pushing himself away from the railing and sauntering over to stand beside her. He reached out a hand, gently stroking the pig's soft fur as he spoke in a low, husky tone. "But don't go thinkin' you can just feed me scraps, darlin', I've got a mighty big appetite."

"I am well aware," she laughs "Don't you worry, I'll make sure you get a nice big plate, so long as you promise to have a good bath before you come over Mr"

Whitey's face flushed a deep red as Y/n's words hung in the air, her laughter echoing through the quiet afternoon. He cleared his throat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the sudden heat rising to his cheeks. "Oh, now, I don't know about that," he teased, But his eyes betrayed him, sparkling with amusement as he glanced at Y/n, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He scratched the back of his neck, looking away from her piercing gaze. "I reckon I can manage a bath...if you promise me somethin' in return."

"Oh? Go on?"

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths as he leaned in, his voice taking on a sultry tone. "I reckon I want a kiss under the mistletoe," He smirked, "If you're willin' to trade a bath for a kiss, darlin', I'm more than happy to oblige."

"Oh? From Hoggsby here?" she laughed down at the pig,

"Ya know full well I meant you darlin'"

"One kiss?"

Whitey's grin grew wider, his eyes flashing with excitement as he wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist, pulling her close. "Nope," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Not just one kiss. I reckon I want a whole lot more than that."

"How about three kisses, and I'll make you a plate of Christmas cookies for after dinner?"

Whitey's eyes lit up at the prospect of those Christmas cookies, his stomach growling in anticipation as he thought about sinking his teeth into a warm, chewy treat. "Deal!" he said quickly, extending his hand for Y/n to seal their agreement. But as soon as they shook hands, Whitey's expression turned sly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And I reckon I'll need a little extra incentive to make sure I behave myself," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "So...how about you give me three kisses right here, right now?"

"As well as your Christmas kisses?"

Whitey's grin grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and husky.

she rolled her eyes and gave him his kisses, pressing her lips to her and softly kissing him a good three times before she pulled back "There you go, now dinner will be ready tomorrow, you can come by as soon as you like. But remember Bath."

Whitey's face fell at the mention of bathing, his grin faltering for a moment before he recovered with a chuckle, "Aw, come on," he said, trying to look innocent. "But I've been workin' hard out in the stables, takin' care of Ted. A little dirt ain't gonna hurt nobody." He winked at Y/n, hoping to charm his way out of the bath requirement.

But she merely glared,

"Alright, Alright, I'll be there bright and early tomorrow mornin'," his voice took on a flirtatious tone as he added, "and I promise to bring my appetite...for more than just them Christmas cookies."

"I'm sure you will Whitey," she chuckled giving him one more kiss before she headed on her way, "Come on then Hoggsby time to make you dinner." she said tugging the pig along with her,